Friends With Full Benefits (Friends With… Benefits Series (Book 2))

by Luke Young

  “Just out for a while.”

  “Mom said you’re looking for Jillian’s cell phone.”

  Brian glanced at Jillian then back to Jim. “Yeah, that’s right.”

  Jim scoffed. “I saw her pick it up off the court. She has it.”

  “Yeah, so…”

  “So, you’re going somewhere fun. Take me with you. I’m begging you.”

  After Brian’s eyes met Jillian’s blank expression, he turned back to Jim and stammered, “We’re, um, just going for a drive.”

  Jim’s face lit up. “You guys are going somewhere to have sex aren’t you?”

  She cringed, busted. Sighing, Brian hung his head low while gripping the steering wheel tightly. He turned to Jim and admitted, “We’re going to a motel to be alone, yes.”

  “Take me with you, or I’ll tell mom that Jillian took a shower with me just before we had gay sex and that you are lying about the cell phone.”

  “You wouldn’t.”

  “No, I wouldn’t, but please take me with you.”

  “Don’t tell me you want to watch.”

  Jim looked sickened. “No fucking way. I’ll get another room and watch TV, or something. Anything, just take me away from them. They want to play Scrabble. You get double points for any religious word.”

  After sharing a wide-eyed look with Jillian, Brian said, “Get in.”

  Ten minutes later, Jim spotted a sign for Atlantic City. He said excitedly, “It’s only ninety minutes from here. We can get nice rooms, and you guys can have some room service and do whatever you want…”

  Jillian and Brian gave each other a “what-the-fuck” look, then Brian put his foot on the gas and headed onto the expressway.

  17

  Calling from the road, Jim told his parents they were on their way to visit one of Brian’s college friends, and they were spending the night. Ninety minutes later, they arrived at the Borgatta and went to the front desk. Jillian booked two standard rooms and put them on her card. Jim convinced Brian to loan him his ID and $200 so he could get into the casino. Brian handed Jim his wallet, and he and Jillian rushed up to their room, where they ordered a meal and some champagne. They took a shower, ate, drank, and fucked like rabbits as Jim went to the casino and experienced a lucky streak that wouldn’t end.

  At midnight, Jim had turned Brian’s $200 into $4,000, mostly by playing blackjack. As he headed out of the casino, he placed one last bet at the roulette table on 20. He placed a one hundred dollar chip down as the ball began to spin on the wheel. The ball popped around, then landed on 20 and stuck there. He walked away with $3,500 more.

  A young woman noticed his win streak and followed him to the bar. Wearing a tight black dress, she was trim, sexy, and gorgeous. She sat across from him for a moment, made eye contact, then moved to the stool next to him. Jim took a sip from his beer and looked nervously at her.

  “My name is Tatiana,” she said with a Russian accent.

  After looking around to see if she was speaking to someone else, he realized they were alone. “Hi, uh, I’m Jimmy—I mean, Jim.”

  Smiling, she leaned in closer to him. He glanced down at her cleavage and gave her a nervous smile.

  “Will you buy me drink?” she asked.

  “Sure.”

  “Seven and Seven.”

  The drink arrived, and Tatiana asked, “You staying here?”

  “Yes.”

  “Are you looking for company tonight?”

  He said, “Uh, sure.”

  “Five hundred for an hour or two thousand for the whole night.”

  His eyes widened in shock. She noticed, smiled, and added, “For that price, we can do anything you want. Well, except the anal. You want that, it cost another thousand.”

  He gave her a casual nod. “That makes sense.” After pausing a moment to let the offer sink in, he rubbed his chin. “So, for $3,000 I can have anal sex with you all night long.”

  “Yes.”

  Tatiana leaned in an inch from his face. “And you never forget it.”

  He believed her; he really fucking believed her! Leaning back, he took a deep breath. “Look, you are gorgeous, but I can’t. I’m actually, uh, a virgin and—”

  “You are virgin? Seriously?”

  He nodded quickly.

  After skeptically studying him for a moment, she smiled. “In that case, you probably don’t want anal.”

  He shook his head no.

  “How about one thousand for whole night? I’ll suck your cock slowly for an hour, and I won’t even make you wear condom.”

  He swallowed hard. Placing her hand in his lap, she squeezed his rapidly growing bulge. “Looks like he wants to do it.”

  He nearly jumped out of his skin. “I, uh, appreciate the offer, but I really can’t.” Slipping off the stool, he looked at her stunning body for a moment, having second thoughts. He shook his head, handed her a $100 chip, and headed to the cashier.

  Jim’s wallet was full of hundreds as he walked smiling through the lobby. He spotted a girl who looked about his age, sitting on a large sofa and reading a book. Sitting across from her, he looked around uneasily. She noticed him staring and glanced up at him a few times. She smiled. Jim focused on the book and saw that the title was Business Law.

  He asked, “Are you taking a summer class?”

  “Yeah, I go to Drexel. I’ll be a senior.”

  “I’m starting my senior year also. I go to Penn—that’s, like, a mile from Drexel.”

  “Really?” she asked.

  “I’ll prove it.” Jim said nervously. He stood, got out his wallet, which happened to be Brian’s, reached into his other pocket, and got out his own wallet.

  “You don’t have to prove it. I believe you.”

  Grinning uneasily, he put both wallets back in his pockets and sat down next to her.

  She narrowed her eyes. “What’s with the two wallets?”

  “One’s my brother’s. That’s how I got into the casino.”

  “How’d you do?”

  “I won.”

  “If you don’t mind my asking… how much?”

  “About seventy-five hundred dollars,” he announced proudly.

  “Seriously?” She gave him a big smile. “Now, that, I want you to prove.”

  Reaching again for his wallet, he stopped. “Wait, you’re not a hooker are you? I mean, sorry… One just propositioned me in the casino.”

  “No way.” She chuckled. “I’m Caroline, by the way.”

  “Nice to meet you. I’m Jimmy.”

  She frowned. “Jimmy? I hate that name.”

  He gave her a quizzical look, and she explained, “I knew a Jimmy in fifth grade. He told me he had something cool to show me. But then he showed me his penis. It wasn’t cool. It was tiny. Now, whenever I hear the name I think…” She raised her eyebrows. “How about I call you James?”

  He said in a faux deep voice, “James is fine.”

  “James, so do you gamble a lot?”

  “This was my first time.”

  “Let me get this straight, you’re an underage, first-time gambler who just won seven grand and was propositioned by a prostitute?”

  “Yep.”

  “Was she cute?”

  He gave her a wide-eyed nod in response.

  “How much was it going to cost?”

  He grinned. “With or without the anal?”

  “With, of course. You’ve got to have the anal.” She looked at him with a straight face. “It’s the new oral, don’t you know?”

  “What the hell does that even mean?” he asked. She shrugged, grinning, and they shared a chuckle.

  Jim said casually, “And she said since I was a virgin it would only be a thousand, but that was sans anal.”

  Caroline nodded. “What? Are virgins not allowed to do anal?”

  “She figured I wouldn’t want to.”

  “Makes sense. I wonder if there was a virgin discount for that?”

  “You know, I didn’t
ask.”

  They both raised a curious eyebrow and sat in silence for a moment until he asked, “Who are you here with?”

  “My sister and her boyfriend. They’re up in our room having, like, a marathon sex session or something.”

  “Wow, me too. I mean, my brother is with his girlfriend. Have you heard of Jaclyn West, the romance novelist?”

  “Sure,” she said, her curiosity piqued. “You actually know Jaclyn West?”

  “I can prove that, too.” Pulling out his cell phone, he clumsily dropped it on the floor. After he picked it up, he noticed her grinning at him. He said, “Sorry. I’m a little nervous. I don’t usually do this well with a girl.”

  “You call this doing well? You’ve already accused me of being a hooker, and we just had a five-minute conversation mostly about anal sex. I’d say—”

  “For me, this is doing well,” he interrupted.

  She smiled as he scrolled to a picture and displayed it for her. Caroline narrowed her eyes at the picture and took out her own phone, did a quick search, and landed on Jaclyn’s Web page. She brought up her picture, and it was definitely the same woman.

  “Wow.”

  He looked into her eyes. She was pretty but in an understated way. He really wanted to kiss her.

  “Not that I don’t believe you, but show me the seven grand.”

  Jim looked around the room, found the lobby otherwise empty, and quickly opened up his wallet to show her the wad of hundred dollar bills.

  “You’re sure you’re not a hooker?” he asked with a smile.

  She said with a straight face, “You got me. I am. I also have a virgin discount, but I charge eight hundred, and I throw in the anal at no charge.”

  He almost believed her until he saw she was fighting back a laugh. Giving her a mock-sexy look, he moved closer to her and whispered, “That’s a pretty good deal. So should we just do it here, or… do you want to come up to my room?”

  She smiled at him. “Look, you seem like a nice guy, but there is no way I’m having sex with you.”

  “Who said anything about sex? I have a suite, and we can watch TV, order room service, and do whatever.”

  Looking away for a moment, she pondered his incredible story. He had the picture of the author. It was definitely her, although he could have Photoshopped that. He did have all that money, and he seemed like a good guy. She made up her mind. “Okay, let’s do it.”

  “Cool, I just need to get my key.”

  Jim rushed to the front desk, spoke briefly with the clerk, and upgraded to the best room they had, the Plato Suite for six hundred more per night. He had them secure it with Jillian’s card, which they already had on file.

  They took the elevator up to the top floor. Caroline was alternating between typing a text, looking at him, checking his student ID again, then typing some more. Once they stood outside the door to the suite, she finished typing a few more keystrokes, and hit send.

  “Who are you texting?”

  “Before we go in, I just want to say, you seem like a nice guy, but I sent a text to my brother, who’s a huge Marine. I told him the room number, your name, and a complete description of you.” She paused and added, “Wait. Smile.” She pulled out her phone again, took his picture, and hit a few keys to send it off. “And now he has your picture.”

  He looked at her, confused but mostly terrified. “Oh.”

  “He’ll find you much easier with the pic. He won’t have to wait for the police to figure out what happened, drag their feet, and never really make an arrest… and instead of going on Nancy Grace every night for two years, he’ll take care of the problem himself.”

  “Um…” He swallowed hard. “I better not lay a hand on you, then.”

  Gently grabbing him by the shirt, she said, “Well, I didn’t say that.”

  He opened the door, and she slipped into the room ahead of him. He looked her over from head to toe. God, she was attractive!

  Inside the suite, Caroline was mesmerized by the 1500-square-foot room. It featured a huge bed, separate living room with a giant TV, and a kitchen area. They walked together into the bathroom and shared a surprised look as they gazed at the large room with its separate shower and enormous bathtub big enough for four people.

  Moving to the living area, they sat on the sofa for a moment in complete silence until he asked, “Are you hungry?”

  “Not really.”

  “Do you want a drink?”

  “No.”

  He turned on the TV and went to the hotel channel. An ad appeared for in-room massages. They shared a look and a smile.

  Ten seconds later, Jim called down to the front desk and ordered a couples massage with a female and a male masseuse. Twenty minutes later, there was a knock at the door, and five minutes after that they were both nude with towels draped over only their asses, as they lay flat on two portable massage tables. A hunky guy rubbed Caroline down, while a gorgeous woman worked on Jim. After about twenty minutes of sheer relaxing pleasure, they looked at each other, and Jim said, “This is awesome.”

  Smiling in agreement, her body melting with her masseur’s touch, she closed her eyes. And for the next thirty minutes, they were both pampered beyond belief.

  Afterward, they both wore fluffy white hotel robes. She stretched out on the sofa as Jim walked the massage therapists to the door. When he offered to pay, they informed him the massages would be billed to the room. He handed them each a one hundred dollar tip and felt like a fucking king.

  Jim and Caroline sat on the sofa, completely relaxed. Frowning, she looked into the bathroom. “I’m kind of oily.”

  “Me, too.”

  “I really want to try that bathtub.”

  “Can we do it together?”

  “Will you behave yourself?”

  “I will. I think I saw bubble bath in there, so you can slip into the water first, and I won’t see anything.”

  Ten minutes later, she called him into the room. When he entered, she was already in the tub with the bubbles covering up to her neck. She looked up at him, waiting.

  Waving at her with his hand, he scoffed. “Well, you know, close ‘em.”

  “Really?”

  “Yeah, I mean, you’re covered with bubbles, and you just want me to—”

  “Okay.” She sighed, put her hands over her eyes, but kept them open. She watched closely as Jim dropped his robe, focusing mainly on one part of him, as he climbed into the tub. She thought, There’s no Jimmy here—hello, James! She felt that familiar warm tingle between her legs, and it wasn’t from the delicious bubble bath.

  He lounged back and relaxed as she lifted her legs one at a time out of the water, sexily stretching and enjoying the feel of the water on her skin. “I think I could get used to being rich.”

  “Me, too. This has been the most amazing day of my life.” He gave her a mock-arrogant look. “I just want you to know that you’re not the first woman I’ve bathed with today.”

  “You’re joking.”

  “I actually took a shower with my brother’s girlfriend.”

  “You showered with Jaclyn West?”

  He gave her a big, bright-eyed nod and she returned a skeptical look.

  “Well, she thought I was Brian.”

  “And?”

  “We look a lot a like, I guess. We didn’t actually shower. She came in, and I was facing away. I turned, she saw I wasn’t her intended shower companion, and got the hell out of there.”

  “And now you’re in the tub with me.”

  “Just like I said… Best day ever.”

  She smiled at him, and they leaned their heads back, both exhaling deeply and sinking down a little lower in the tub.

  Ten minutes later, they were back in the robes, sitting on the sofa, and making out. Putting on the brakes, she looked him in the eye. “Are you really a virgin?”

  “I am.”

  “If you’re lying to me, I’m going to find you at Penn and kill you.”

  “G
ee, your whole family is really violent.”

  “When we need to be. So, you’re being honest about all of—”

  “I haven’t lied about any of it…” He paused, thinking. “Okay, I did lie about one thing.”

  She moved away from him a little, and he explained, “I upgraded to the suite. I was in a regular room until I met you.”

  “You little bastard,” she said jokingly.

  She put her hand on his robe and opened it up, exposing his large, half-hard penis. With her eyes locked on it, she sighed. Taking hold of it, she rubbed it while he leaned back, absolutely dying with anticipation.

  “Oh, wow,” he said.

  “I’m kind of dating someone. It was serious, but we’re taking a break. I really don’t normally do this kind of thing. You know, we just met and…”

  “Uh-huh.” He moaned as he struggled to pay attention to her words.

  “But the $500 suite…” She gave him a sexy look.

  “Eight hundred,” he corrected her, and she returned a nod.

  “And the massage and all,” she said with her voice labored as she worked her hand up and down over his erection. She stared at it closely as it got thicker and harder in her hand. She murmured, “‘Oh, wow’ is right.”

  “That, uh… massage was incredible,” he mumbled while he exhaled deeply, just watching her touch him.

  “Not as incredible as this will be.” She slipped to the floor between his legs, and he unblinkingly watched her. After glancing up at his face, she looked directly at his throbbing erection. She slowly moved her head down until her lips were almost touching it. He blinked just once, breathed out deeply, and held his breath again as he watched her extend her tongue almost to touch it, then change her mind and plant a tiny kiss gently on the head.

  As her lips pulled back from it, his mouth dropped open, and he groaned. “Now, uh, this is the best day ever.”

  She grinned at him, opened her mouth wide, and moved forward. He watched, fascinated, as she went to work on him.

  She pulled her mouth off him and frowned. “If you shoot in my mouth, I’ll also kill you.”

  “No problem. I want to see how much comes out anyway,” he replied casually.

  She gave him a strange look, and he explained, “It’s a long story.” With a quick shake of her head, she ignored the interruption, closed her eyes, and sucked him back into her mouth.