by Mia Moore
What the hell was going on? Nick had shared me with Eric last night. He had even suggested it. Why would he fire Eric just like that? Had he been jealous, even though it had never showed? Poor Eric. I hoped the severance package had been generous. I felt responsible for him losing his job.
My eyes rose from gazing at the surface of the table to look at Lotus. Yeah, she looked happy. From what Ginger had told me, there had been some rivalry between them. Ginger looked as puzzled by this news as me.
Lotus rose to her feet and walked across the room to open the door. “You may come in now Mr. Devereau. We’re ready.”
She held the door and a dark haired young man entered. His eyes darted from me to Ginger and a shy grin appeared on his lips. Well, he made the grade in the looks department. A stray lock of hair fell onto his forehead and he brushed it back with his fingers, standing waiting for Lotus.
“Cerise Morgan, our General Manager, this is Sam Devereau. And this is Ginger Evans our Entertainment Manager.” I felt his firm grip on my hand and watched as he shook Ginger’s hand.
Lotus waved her hand indicating for him to sit next to Ginger.
He had certainly dressed to impress, in a navy suit, crisp white shirt and red tie and pocket scarf. Clearing his throat, he pulled his chair in closer to the table, displaying arm and shoulder muscles stretching the wool of his suit.
“Thank you ladies for agreeing to interview me. Dev told me so much about you, that I feel like I know you already.” His voice was smooth and confident.
This interview was a farce and he knew it—just a kiss and blessing for a decision that Dev had already made. This is how Lotus must have felt when they hired me. We were just operations facilitators with really no say in the hiring and firing.
“Well, you come highly recommended by Dev. You graduated the top of your class?” Lotus was giving him the same phony smile she had given me when I met her.
“Do you have any experience in managing a bar and kitchen?” Immediately I blushed, remembering too late that I had been hired without experience.
“Yes and no. I worked during college at a resort in the summer. I assisted the Manager and ran things when he was away on vacation. So yes, I guess I’ve had some hands on experience in this.” His lips parted in a small smile, while his dark eyes appraised me.
It made me wonder who was really being interviewed. Before I had a chance for a follow-up question to establish any sort of authority, Ginger spoke up.
“Well, it seems as if the job is all yours Sam. In addition to overseeing the bar and kitchen you will be working with me arranging the catering needs when private sessions are booked.” Her face was hard to read.
Lotus stood up ending the interview. “Welcome aboard Sam. I will give you a tour of the kitchen and bar and introduce you to any staff here.” She was about to leave but stopped when I spoke.
“Sam, for the first few months, during your probationary period, you will meet with me once a week. We will review the accounts and I can answer any questions you may have. If you see opportunities to increase the efficiency or customer satisfaction, please let me know. Lotus, please set these meetings up in my calendar.” I stood up and extended my hand to him. “Welcome to Eros Inc.”
Lotus shot me a look that could peel paint before once more resuming her masklike smile and escorting Sam out of the room.
When they were gone, I turned to Ginger. “Why did Nick let Eric go? I can’t understand this. Eric was with Nick and me last night. Everything seemed fine between them.” My eyes were wide staring at her.
“It was probably you between them you slut, and I use that term in the most envious way. Tell me more. Torture me, I beg you.” Her eyes were as bright as the smile she flashed at me.
“You crazy woman. Maybe I should discipline you, calling me a slut. But seriously… I had mentioned to Nick that Eric had kind of come on to me yesterday afternoon and that I’d never been with a black man. He arranged for Eric to come up and yeah… I was definitely between them.”
“The oreo sandwich? I’m surprised you can sit in that chair.” She stifled a giggle putting her hand over her mouth.
“Believe me, I’m still tender. But would Nick have been jealous? He didn’t show it but it’s the only reasonable explanation of why he fired him.” Again my stomach fell and my shoulders sagged, thinking of Eric being fired because of me.
“That doesn’t sound like Nick. If anything, he gets off on threesomes. And he’s a fair minded man. Unless you’re actually getting to him. Who knows? I’ll miss Eric. He and I shared many a joke at Lotus’s expense.” She rose to her feet. “I’ve got some work to do for the performance this week. It’s Swingers Night. There’s also a booking for a private engagement that I’d like to go over with you after lunch.”
“Sure. How does two o’clock sound? Then maybe at four we can do another lesson?” I stood up and walked out of the room and down the stairs with her.
The doorbell rang and we watched as one of the serving staff in casual dress answered it. Oh my. A long box tied in a red ribbon. Had Nick sent me another rose? I rushed forward and took the box from the server. My fingers flew pulling the ribbon and then the box open. I held my breath, gazing at the deepest red roses I had ever seen.
Chapter 6: Deja Vu
I held the box close to me and scrambled to read the card.
Hey Spice Girl,
Just wanted you to know I was thinking of you. Red roses, beautiful and sweet smelling with the power to prick the finger if handled roughly. You are like that, my love. Only YOU have the power to hurt me or bring your Bumblebeezer to ecstasy within your petals.
Your Bald Eagle
What the heck? Bumblebeezer? Bald Eagle? Well he had said the ‘Eagle has landed’ when he got to the apartment last night. This was a really weird love note. But it was touching that he had thought of me today.
“Hey, who’re the roses from?” Ginger was at my side bending over to sniff the fragrance.
“Nick… I think. But he called himself a Bumblebeezer and the Bald Eagle. I have no idea what he’s talking about.” My eyebrows were drawn together as I looked at the card once more.
“Oh my God. He didn’t write Bumblebeezer, did he?” Her hands flew to her cheeks as she stared at me wide eyed.
“Yeah. What’s Bumblebeezer?”
“Oh my God. It’s like the hardest aspect of BDSM. I better get the fish hooks and plunger out for you.” She was shaking her head in disbelief.
“FISH HOOKS AND A PLUNGER! What the hell do you do with those things?” Suddenly, I wasn’t sure I wanted any part of the roses.
She doubled over in laughter, wiping the tears that rolled down her cheeks.
“What?” I wasn’t finding the idea of fish hooks funny in the slightest.
She crossed her arms around her stomach still giggling. “Got you. Those flowers are for me, you know. You’re not the only one here with admirers, Ms. Egocentric.” She was off again laughing, barely able to catch her breath.
My face was warm when I handed the box to her. “Okay Smartass, who’s your admirer? How come you never mentioned anyone to me?”
“It’s Gus Capno. He’s the CFO of Nick’s engineering firm. We’ve been an item for about a year now. Gus’s wife left him three years ago and he carried the torch for a long time. Nick talked him into visiting Eros and that’s how we met. I was expecting him to visit me this morning but something must have come up.”
The doorbell rang once more and the server opened the door.
“Gus! Thanks so much for the roses! I’m so glad you could make it.” Ginger thrust the roses into my hands and ran to the door, throwing her arms around a tall, athletic man who was indeed quite bald.
“My Spicy Snookums!” He lifted her up and swung her around in a circle.
The corners of my mouth drew up in a wide smile seeing the two of them so crazy about each other. This guy was a CFO for Nick and Dev? He was older than them, maybe in his mid to late thi
rties. And for a financial officer, he certainly was spontaneous and happy, not the kind of cold numbers guy I would have pictured in that position.
“Come in Gus. I want you to meet my new boss, Cerise. She’s a wonderful person even if she tried to steal my roses.” She led him by the arm to where I stood holding the flowers.
My face had heated up once more as I extended my hand to shake his. Oof. My breath was knocked out of me when he threw his arms around me in a big hug.
He stood back, still holding my shoulders in his huge hands. “Handshakes are for men. When I meet a woman as gorgeous as you, who Ginger likes, only a hug will do. Now I wish I’d sent you roses too.” There were deep lines spreading out from the corners of his blue eyes.
This was a man who liked to laugh and often. I liked him immediately and was happy for Ginger.
“It’s almost lunchtime. Why don’t you join Gus and me in the dining room for lunch, Cerise? We may have to push our meetings back a couple of hours today. Is that okay?” She stepped forward grabbing onto his arm again, grinning like a hyena.
“Of course. I’d love to have lunch with you. Thanks.” Who could resist? Their happiness was infectious.
Gus pulled my hand under his arm and the three of us walked to the dining room.
“A thorn between two roses.” He kissed Ginger’s cheek and surprised me when he did the same to me.
“Ask Cerise about her experience last night being a rose between two thorns. Did those thorns prick you Cerise?” She bent forward looking at me with an evil glint in her eye, grinning.
My eyes opened wide in shock that she would bring this up in front of her boyfriend and a complete stranger to me.
“Hmmm. This sounds interesting. You’re whetting my appetite and not just for lunch. Tell all and don’t leave out any details. Don’t bother telling me names; I want the down and dirty.” He pulled out a chair at a table overlooking the garden. Ginger sat down and then he held a chair for me on his other side.
“You want me to tell your guy all of that, Ginger? I’m a little embarrassed in case you didn’t notice.” I was grasping at straws, delaying getting into all of this with Gus.
“Nonsense Cerise. Gus and I have a wild hour ahead of us after lunch. You’ll just be warming him up for me. There’s nothing he likes better than a sexy story. And you glossed over the details with me earlier. I want to hear it as well.” She was still smiling but I could tell she was serious.
Oh well, it was part of their kink I guess. The server, a petite blond in a short black skirt and white blouse appeared at the linen draped table. She took our orders and disappeared.
“So about your evening…” Gus turned to gaze at me, rubbing his hands together like a small boy about to have cake.
I glanced around the dining room. There was no one sitting nearby and only a handful of people on the other side of the room. “I was with the most handsome and domineering man. I served him dinner and mentioned another man who had made a pass at me earlier in the day. He asked if I wanted to pursue a sexual encounter with that man.” My eyes swept to Ginger, who smiled and nodded at me.
I had better make this titillating for my friend and teacher.
“Well, I had never experienced sex with a black man and couldn’t wait to see if the rumors were true, so I said yes.” I leaned closer to Gus and Ginger.
“What were you wearing?” There was a glint in his eyes as they roamed down my face, resting on the hint of cleavage the blouse revealed.
“I was wearing a very tight, white lace corset. It could hardly contain my tits.” I slid my hand up and unbuttoned the top button of my blouse, pulling it apart a little. Gus’s eyes were riveted to my breasts. Re-living last night, feeling his eyes on me and his breath become faster was having an effect on me as well. I startled, feeling his hand on my thigh.
How would Ginger feel if she knew her guy was groping me? My eyes flitted to hers. She was still as she nodded her head. She knows he’s touching me and she’s okay with that. All right. In for a penny, in for a pound as they say.
I shifted in my seat, turning my knees to him while opening my legs to give his hand free rein.
“I had on white thigh highs that ended just under the crease of my ass, with stiletto heels. When the man arrived, my friend ordered me to kiss him while I took the man’s clothes off. Then my friend told me to suck the man’s cock.” My hand touched Gus’s thigh and rose higher towards his crotch. Ginger’s hand was already there and had his cock out, stroking it.
I grinned at Ginger before my mouth dropped. She left her chair and got down on her knees next to the table, and crawled underneath. I grasped Gus’s cock in my hand and stroked it softly, rubbing his pre come over the tip. He became larger in my hand and I pictured Ginger riding that. His hand had risen under my skirt and his fingers slid along my panties.
“His cock was so big and black. I licked and sucked it, taking it all into my mouth. I wanted him to fuck my mouth. He pushed in and out of me, holding my head, driving my mouth down onto him. I almost choked when he shot his load into me.”
The server appeared once more and set sandwiches down in front of us. She looked at me and nodded towards Ginger’s empty chair.
“It’s okay. Just leave hers. She’ll be right back.” I smiled sweetly at her and she left.
Ginger’s tongue brushed along the side of my hand pushing it away from Gus’s cock. Her cheek was taut against my fingers as she took his cock into her mouth. Gus was really breathing hard now. His eyes were half closed looking at me.
“I had no sooner sucked him off, when my friend shoved his cock down my throat. He was really horny and fucked my mouth hard before he got off. But the thing that Ginger mentioned—the rose between two thorns—was about to begin. My friend ordered me to undress while he and the other man also undressed. I guess the sight of my big tits and pussy lips must have got to them because they got hard again, real fast.”
My eyes closed and I sucked in air when Gus’s fingers crept into my panties and touched my clit. I spread my legs even farther and pushed my crotch forward seeking more.
I took a breath and continued, my voice now a little unsteady in my arousal.
“My friend asked the man to lay on the sex couch, cock high in the air for me to ride. I climbed on and slid my hot pussy down on that huge, black stallion cock. God, he pumped me and filled me up while his finger played with my clit.” Under the table, Ginger moaned and there was a bump as her head hit the table’s underside.
From the looks of Gus, his eyes mere slits, lips parted, I wasn’t sure if I’d get to finish my story.
“The man pulled my chest forward, while his cock stayed buried deep inside me. Now my sweet ass was sticking up in the air. My friend started playing with my asshole, sticking his finger slowly inside. It stung a bit at first but I liked it. I wanted more than his finger. I wanted his thick cock up my ass. And do you know what he did?” My fingers were still stroking his leg, near Ginger’s mouth.
“Wh… what did he do?” Gus was almost panting now and his hips were pushing forward rhythmically.
“He shoved that big hot cock in my ass while the other man’s cock pumped into my cunt. I was stretched and fucked really good. They pumped into me while playing with my tits and clit. I came like thunder when they shot their loads into me.”
Gus’s eyes closed and his lips were tight together. I saw his head jerk at the same time as his hips thrust forward. In a few seconds his eyes opened and he smiled at me. His fingers were still inside my panties stroking my clit. Another set of fingers joined his, probing to find my opening. When her fingers went inside, pumping slowly my muscles tensed, hips pushing forward with spread legs. God, I was having an orgasm right here in the dining room. It was difficult to look composed when under the table my wetness was almost spurting, I was coming so hard.
“Would you care for something to drink?” My eyes opened slowly and I gasped.
Mason’s eyes bore right through m
e, his mouth set in a smirk, standing at the table, holding a tray. Just as I was in the middle of an orgasm, craving a thick cock inside me he appears. I glanced down at his crotch. There was a bulge there. He must have seen what had been happening at our table and wanted to embarrass me. I sat up straight and heard Ginger’s head bump once more against the table. Mason looked at the table and then back at me.
“May I have a word with you at the bar, Cerise?” Mason turned and strode over to the bar, looking once over his shoulder at me.
To Be Continued in Book 4: Swingers Night!
Swingers Night: Book 4
Chapter 1: Sam
What could Mason want to talk to me about? I watched him walk to the bar carrying a tray before him. In the crisp white shirt, the cuffs casually rolled up revealing the tattoos on his forearms and the tight fit of his dark pants at the hip, I hated to admit it, but he exuded pure, male sexuality. No wonder Eros Inc. had hired him. He was definitely eye candy for the clients.
When he turned his head to look back at me, a lock of hair had fallen across his forehead. His dark eyes seemed to blaze at me, the almost perpetual scowl on his mouth. Considering that I’m his boss, you’d think that he would try to be nicer. I took a deep breath, rose to my feet and followed him. From the corner of my eye, I saw Ginger ease out from under the table to take a seat next to Gus.
Mason stood behind the bar waiting for me. “What do you want—“ I started to ask.
“Not here.” His eyes flitted to the end of the bar where the new manager, Sam, stood talking to one of the bartenders. He turned to face me and nodded his head to the side before leaving the bar. I followed him to a door and into a small room where cases of liquor and wine were stacked along shelves.