by C. A. Bell
Jasmine Chambers, Line One
Brooke Knight
I wrapped the white dressing gown around me and headed downstairs for my clothes. Lennox was fast asleep, but I hadn’t slept a wink. Our marathon session had gone on until five am, and soon after he’d fallen asleep, completely spent. I’d lain there for what felt like forever until I thought it was safe enough to move without disturbing him. I didn’t do mornings after. They were too uncomfortable.
I tiptoed down the stairs then padded along the cream tiled floor to the back doors. Pulling them open quietly, I quickly headed for my clothes, noticing my thong floating on the top of the pool. I smiled. I’d leave it as a souvenir, a little lacy reminder of our hot as fuck night together.
Grabbing my belongings, I quickly headed back inside the house and got dressed in the downstairs bathroom before calling Jacob.
“Morning, ma’am.”
“Jacob,” I whispered, poking my head out of the door to check no one was around. “I need you to come and get me from where you dropped me last night.”
“Now, ma’am?”
“Mhm. As soon as possible.”
“I’ll be there soon.”
“Thank you.”
I hung up and sat down on the toilet seat. I was totally exhausted, and now I had to go to work. Not good. I waited a few minutes to give Jacob a chance to get nearer, then, with heels in hand, I headed towards the front door. Gripping the handle, I twisted my head and smiled as I glanced up the staircase. Sweet dreams, Lennox.
Outside, I slipped my shoes on and headed down the drive, noticing the locked gates.
Shit. How the fuck do I get out of this place?
As I approached the steel barriers that held me captive, I noticed the MIB in a cabin in the corner.
I walked over. “Hey.”
“Can I help you?” one of them asked, not taking their eyes off of the TV. He was watching some guy film. A sweaty half naked bloke ran out of the door of a huge tower block in slow motion just as it blew up. Fire blazed from the building as he ran to safety, not singeing a butt hair.
“Can you let me out, please?”
“No can do,” the other guy said.
“What? Why?”
“Mr. Grant gave us strict instructions to not let you out.”
“Seriously? Stop fucking about and open the gates.”
They both laughed.
“Okay, okay.”
I gave him a sharp nod as the gates slowly opened. “Thank you.”
Stepping through the parting gates as soon as the gap was wide enough I then headed up the road. I wanted to get out of there as fast as possible.
I hung around on the corner for ages waiting for Jacob, and then finally, I saw my Bentley in the distance and started to relax.
The sleek black car pulled up and Jacob got out and got the door for me.
“Thank you, Jacob.”
He tipped his hat before closing the door.
As he took the driver’s seat, he caught my eye in the rear view mirror. “Good night?” he asked, pulling away from the side of the road.
“Yes, thanks,” I replied, slipping my Chanel shades on to help ease my head that was now pounding.
He nodded.
“Am I taking you home?”
I pondered a moment. I needed to be in the office. The exclusive on Lennox had already gone out and I just knew I’d have a tonne of emails and messages to get back to. I looked down at my Gucci mini dress. Probably not the best outfit for work.
“Yes, please. I’ll call in quickly and get cleaned up, then you can take me to the office.”
“As you wish.”
As we hit the dual carriageway I took my phone out of my clutch. Squinting, not wanting to see the amount of emails I had, I unlocked it. The number 312 displayed itself in a bubble above my email icon.
“Oh, bloody hell.”
“Everything okay?”
“Yes. Just loads to catch up with.”
I scrolled through my phone to Ava’s number and pressed on the call button.
“Hello?” Her voice was husky and quiet.
“I need you to go through my emails and flag the ones that need my attention.”
The line went quiet.
“Ava?”
“Wha-? Oh my God, it’s not even six.”
I’d completely forgotten it was still early. “Oh, well do it as soon as you can then, please.”
“Okay.” She yawned.
“Thanks.” I hung up and looked out of the window noticing we’d already exited the carriageway and were now on the high-street.
“Oh, Jacob. Pull over here, please. I want to nip in and get a magazine.”
He nodded and pulled the car over outside the shop. He went to get out but I told him not to bother. I was too eager to get in and get the magazine so I could read through Lennox’s exclusive again. I’d written it myself, but I wanted to see it in print.
Heading to the newsstand, wobbling slightly, I spotted it straight away. Splayed on the front cover was a picture of the man himself—the man I’d just fucked all night long and left spread out on his king sized bed, naked.
I went to grab the top copy, but as I reached for the glossy paper, my hand was knocked aside.
“Oh, sorry,” a deep voice apologised.
I looked to my left. A very handsome man, looking a little tired, smiled at me.
“Please. Ladies first.”
“Thank you.”
I seized the mag and went straight to the tills, glancing back to see if he was buying a copy of Suave himself. He was. I grinned to myself. It was great to see people actually taking it off the shelf. I’d never witnessed it before, but it felt surprisingly satisfying to watch a consumer take the goods.
Back in the car I flicked through to Lennox’s double page spread. Exclusive! Lennox Grant’s Night of Passion with Ex Fiancé, Jasmine Chambers.
I skimmed through the article as Jacob drove me home. It was great—punchy, sexy, and to the point. That was what readers wanted from this type of mag. They didn’t want all the flowery shit. They just wanted the dirt and to get straight to it. And that was what Suave did. It went straight for the balls.
Pulling onto the driveway, I closed my copy of Suave and got ready to exit. I didn’t have time to hang about. I had to get in, clean up, and be back out and in the office sharpish.
“Don’t worry about the door,” I told Jacob, my feet practically already on the gravel.
I hurried inside, kicked my shoes off, and ran upstairs to the en suite. After I’d showered and made myself look presentable, I rushed back to the car. Jacob was already standing with the door open for me.
I slid on in and we started our journey to the office. On the way, I swiped my phone and went straight to my emails to see if Ava had started on them. She had. I lifted one corner of my mouth. She was the best assistant I’d ever had. The others hadn’t lasted more than a year with their pathetic excuses, bad attire, and unprofessional behaviours. I had high hopes for Ava within Suave. I just hoped she would stop with the come ons soon. We’d had our fun, and might possibly have some again, but her constantly referring to it was starting to become aggravating.
Pulling up to the tall office block decorated in tinted glass, I grabbed my copy of Suave and my bag, and waited for Jacob to let me out.
Daylight streamed into the car and shone off of my Armani shoes as I slowly exited the vehicle.
I bid goodbye to Jacob then sauntered in, unflustered, oozing authority. No one would have had a clue I’d been up all night fucking and then running around like a blue arsed fly this morning.
The elevator stopped on the top floor and I stepped out, my legs instantly manoeuvring me in the direction of my office. A few employees were already in and typing away at their desks.
“Morning.” I nodded.
They all returned my greeting and I carried on to my headquarters.
I threw my copy of Suave down on the desk to find a
nother four copies there waiting for me. Ava always picked a few copies up from different shops on her way in so we could check the consistency was good. It always was, and I had no doubt it always would be, but we’d gotten into the habit now and I quite liked coming in to see several copies of my high-class glossy mag splayed across my desk.
“Morning.” Ava wiggled in with my coffee.
I took my seat. “Morning.”
She sat down opposite me. “Great issue. I was reading it on the way in.”
I crossed my legs and pressed the power button on my Mac. “It is, isn’t it?”
She grinned. “I particularly like the line, ‘the kind of sex that makes you want to punch them in the face but stick your tongue down their throat’.”
I chuckled. “You liked that?”
I’d taken the, ‘and tell them you love them, too,’ off of the end like Lennox had said to make for better reading. It just kind of killed the whole sentence and mood. Hot, rough sex was way better when the word love wasn’t involved.
“Mhm. I’ve flagged all the important emails and will take care of the rest.”
“Ava, you are a star.”
She fluttered her eyelashes. “I try. Anything else you need before I get to it?”
“No. All good.”
“Okie dokie. You know where I am if you need me.”
“I do.”
I watched her leave then got straight to my emails to play catch up.
The morning raced by, and come lunch time, I’d nearly caught up with everything.
I rested back in my chair and stretched my back out. Lennox had certainly left me achy. I smiled to myself as I recalled our night and his impressive slong dong. Mmm, he really did know how to work that beast he owned and hit the spot.
My office phone rang and annoyingly broke into my banging replay.
“Hello?”
“Hi, Jasmine Chambers, line one.”
“Are you kidding me?”
“Nope. You want me to tell her you’re busy?”
“Hell no. I’m intrigued. Thank you, Ava. I shall fill you in later.”
“Okay. Good luck. She sounds pissed.”
I cut Ava off and hovered my finger above the number one. Was this a ‘how dare you print that shit in your magazine’ phone call? Or was this a ‘you slept with my ex, bitch. Now I’m gonna kill you’ kind of phone call?
There was only one way to find out.
Wank Material
Max Harper
Opening my eyes and slowly coming to, I noticed the condensation on the windows shielding us from the outside world. I glanced down to see both women asleep against my chest. How the fuck we’d fallen and stayed asleep in such a confined space I had no idea. I was stuck to the leather seats, afraid to move in case I lost a bollock. I shifted slightly, trying to wake them up. It didn’t work. They just snuggled in. I coughed. Nothing. There was only one thing for it. I licked both of my index fingers and floated above their ears before quickly sticking them in and out and then pretending I was asleep.
They both shot up like they’d just had fingers shoved in their ears. I moved my head slowly from side to side and opened my eyes slightly to see the pair of them searching for their clothes.
“Ah, morning, ladies.”
“Morning,” they croaked simultaneously.
“What time is it?” Nancy asked, holding her head.
“Pass me my jacket and I’ll check.”
Hannah handed me my jacket and I pulled my iPhone out, ignoring the numerous texts on the screen. “It’s five to five.”
“Holy crap. I’ve got work at eight,” Nancy said, sticking her feet into her underwear before wriggling into them, elbowing me in the chest as she did.
Jesus, how long did she need to get ready?
She apologised for the rib dig then kissed me on the lips before reaching for the door handle. “It was a fucking great night.” She smiled at me. “I’ll call you later, Hannah.” And with that, she exited, slamming the door behind her.
I reached down and pulled my pants and trousers up my legs. They’d been round my ankles the entire night. Just sat there while the pair of them shagged me senseless. Slowly, I lifted up, peeling my butt from the leather before securing my clothes in place.
“That was a fucking amazing night,” Hannah said, coming forward.
She kissed me hard, poking her tongue in my mouth. The taste of stale liquor filled my senses. I wanted to pull away, but that would have been a bastard thing to do. Instead, I saw the kiss through then buttoned up my shirt and got out of the car. I shivered as the cold morning air hit the back of my sweaty shirt and held my hand out to help her with her exit.
“I guess I’ll be seeing you then,” she said, stepping towards me as I slipped my jacket on.
Images of our Ferrari threesome invaded my mind, and I smiled. “You can count on it.”
****
I puffed on my cigar as I walked down the high street, loving my life, before stopping outside a shop and stumping out my smoke. After making sure it was out properly I chucked it in the bin and headed in to get a copy of my favourite magazine—Suave. I loved it. It gave you the lowdown on all the latest high profile goss, listed all the hot places to eat and drink, and was run by one hell of a sexy fox. Her picture was always printed on the inside cover and I always got a touch on just trying to peek down the top of her white blouse.
As I approached the newspaper stand, I reached out for a copy, accidently knocking another hand out of the way.
I instantly apologised and then turned to see a woman stood there in a gorgeous dress, wearing shades. I smiled. She’d obviously been out all night just like I had. She could hide those eyes, but she couldn’t hide the sex hair and wobbly legs.
“Please.” I held out my hand. “Ladies first.”
She thanked me, grabbed the top copy of Suave, and dashed to the tills. As she walked away, I inhaled her perfume. Chanel N°5, one of my favourites. I took a copy of the mag off the shelf and flicked through the pages as I headed to the checkout. I halted on a page entitled, Exclusive! Lennox Grant’s Night of Passion with Ex Fiancé, Jasmine Chambers. I moved the pages closer as I stared at the picture of the brunette in the white dress and red shoes. She was smoking hot.
“Fuck me.”
The cashier shot me a look of disgust.
“Sorry. Umm… just this.” I laid the copy down on the counter.
“Three ninety-nine,” she said, holding her hand out.
I paid the sour faced old woman and left, flicking back to the tanned beauty and skimming through the article.
Jasmine Chambers. And where exactly does a fine arse like that like to socialise?
****
Stepping out of the shower, I wrapped the towel around my waist and headed to my bedroom. I needed to find more out about this woman and where her hangouts were. She was too hot not to have ridden my cock.
I sat on the bed and got comfortable before positioning my laptop on my lap and typing Jasmin Chambers into the internet search bar. When the page had loaded, I clicked on images and scrolled through. There were umpteen images of her with Lennox Grant, the bloke on Suave’s front cover. He was a handsome guy, not as good-looking as me, but yeah, I could see why she was with him… or had been. I continued to scroll until I found the lingerie pics. You could bet your arse there were always undie pics if it was a hot girl in the eye of the media. Topless sometimes, but most of the time just undies. The leaked ones were the best wank material, but the professional shots were always nice for getting you going.
I told myself off and opened another tab, leaving the sexy pictures open for later. I searched her again—Jasmine Chambers social spots.
The top of the page displayed a Facebook link. I clicked on it and there she was. I couldn’t friend her; I didn’t have Facebook. Social media wasn’t for me really. I’d had it in the past, but deleted it after a couple of girls started cyber bitch fighting over me. I wasn’t one for drama
so I got rid and never went back.
I pressed the back arrow and skimmed the page again. Suave was there. I clicked on the link, which took me to the same article that was in the magazine. The online version had links—highlighted text of people and places, one being Bar Noir. Was that a place she often went to? I clicked on the link. I’d never been there before. I’d heard of if plenty, but never visited. It was the wrong side of the city for me. I liked to stick to my side of the river so the journey back to my place when I had some hot piece of arse to get inside was shorter.
I checked out the bar’s website and noted that the article stated she’d been there on Friday night. Maybe I’d go and check it out tonight. Hell, maybe I’d go and check it out every night until I bumped into her. Judging from the website, it was sure to cater to my sophisticated needs with hotness until I did. And I hadn’t been to check out the talent on that side of town for yonks. I’d made my decision. I’d go and check it out, maybe ask a few people if they knew where to find her.
I closed the current webpage and went back to the naughty picture’s before typing Jasmine Chambers naked.
My eyes widened and my dick instantly hardened at the pure sex displayed on the screen. Jasmine Chambers was one naughty fucker, and my God she was going to get a pounding from me. Pictures of her totally starkers and positioned in hot as fuck poses presented themselves to me on my screen. Now this really was wank material.
I slipped my hand under my towel and grabbed my cock. I wanted to come. And I was going to. All over my computer screen while I looked at her tits.
Hello, Miss Chambers
Brooke Knight
“Brook Knight,” I announced before listening for her voice, waiting to judge from her tone what this call was about.
“Hello, this is Jasmine Chambers. I trust you know who I am?”
Ava was right; she did sound pissed off.
“Hello, Miss Chambers. I do indeed. What can I do for you?”
“You can start by getting someone out there right now and taking the remaining copies of that crap down.”