by C. A. Bell
“You’re kidding?” Taylor said wide-eyed.
“Nope.”
“Too scared I’m going to win it back.” Lennox looked down his nose.
I caught his eye. “A good gambler always knows when to quit.”
He turned to the dealer, ignoring my comment. “Let’s have five minutes.”
“Of course.”
I placed my chips in my briefcase as they fled the table mumbling to one another. Once my winnings were all neatly stacked, I bid Taylor and Patrick a farewell, then headed off to find Brooke. She was still in her spot. I headed in her direction, happy as a pig in shit until Lennox crossed my path.
“Just so we are clear.”
I frowned at his hostile tone.
“This isn’t a game of skill. It’s a game of luck. You just got lucky, that’s all.”
I smiled. “Well, luck be a lady.”
His face twisted into an ugly scowl. “I may have lost the battle, but I’ll win the war.”
“Jesus, it’s a card game, mate. Get over it.”
“Just watch.”
Oh, I have been. I wanted to tell him I knew. I wanted to rub his pathetic loser arse in it, but I couldn’t. I didn’t want any comeback.
“Until next time.” I held out my hand.
“What kind of pussy pulls out of a game halfway through the night anyway?” He ignored my open palm.
“The kind of pussy who’s getting some pussy. Now, excuse me.” I pushed him aside with the invitation he’d passed up and proceeded with my journey to Brooke, but she’d vanished.
The Hottest Threesome in History
Brooke Knight
My stomach flipped as Max began to strut towards me. I just knew he had dirt. His grin said it all. And not just any old dirt either—proper filthy, mucky stuff. My insides raced with adrenaline, until the excitement plummeted, and fear and anger rose up from the pit of my stomach as Lennox came in to view. He stood in front of Max and started talking to him. I dashed between the fruit machines and hid. Even if Max did have something on him, I still didn’t want to bump into him and risk losing my shit and kneeing him in the bollocks. No matter how satisfying it would have been.
I hurried to the ladies and took out my phone to compose a text to Max.
Meet me outside in five.
I hung about in the cubicle for a minute or two then stepped out and checked my appearance in the mirror before heading back out into the main room and heading towards the exit, sharpish. I looked over my shoulder briefly to see if I could find Max, but he wasn’t there anymore. Suddenly, I smashed into something. Pain shot through my arm. I turned and scowled at the concrete pillar in front of me and rubbed my arm vigorously to get rid of the painful throb.
“Brooke Knight?”
Oh Christ on a bike.
I knew the voice. I twisted to face him. He lifted one side of his mouth and came towards me.
“Well, well, we meet again.”
My lips remained tightly closed, hiding the blood that was oozing from my tongue I was biting it so hard.
“How are you?” he asked, his body inches from mine.
I wanted to head butt him. I wanted to spit in his face, then nut him so hard that his head fell off his shoulders.
“How do you think I am?” I couldn’t help myself.
“You’re sore about the whole court thing, aren’t you?”
“Are you shitting me?”
I turned to leave but he grabbed my arm.
I looked down at his hand. “Get off of me.”
He squeezed. “Don’t make a scene.”
“Fine. Just answer me this. Why? Why are you doing this to me? You know what I do for a living and you know I print what I am told. It’s not like I made it up. Why are you coming after me and my business? It was just a stupid story. Jasmine only hit back because of your ‘exclusive’.”
He laughed sarcastically. “This isn’t about the story. I knew she’d come to you and vomit the truth. And that worked just fine for me. My name, twice, in one of the biggest mags around. It was all good. I didn’t even come up with the idea until you were sat at my poolside digging for shit.” He paused and looked around, checking no one was in earshot as he prepared his next sentence, licking his lips. “But after you left me. ME. Lennox Grant. In bed. Alone.”
My eyes widened. This was all because I walked out on him? What the actual fuck? This guy really was a creep.
“Are you for real? All of this is just because you have a bruised ego? Fuck me. Get some scrot, Lennox. You might have a big dick, but you have balls the size of gnats.” I pulled my arm free from his grasp.
“You need to be taught a lesson. No one walks out on me. Ever.”
“You’re crazy. You’re doing all of this because I didn’t stay for fucking breakfast?”
A woman on one of the fruit machines looked over at us.
“Keep your voice down,” he growled.
“No. This ends now. You call off your solicitor and drop all this court shit, now.”
“Or what?”
“Or you will pay.”
I silently prayed that Max had some fucking hot stuff to tell me, but if he didn’t, well, maybe Brooke Knight would feature in her own magazine for the first time ever.
EXCLUSIVE: Brooke Knight’s night of passion with Lennox Grant turns sour after she refuses his sausage and eggs for breakfast.
He laughed. “I will pay? That’s funny. I think… no, I know, the only one who’ll be losing any money here will be you when you hand over that cheque for my ‘ruined reputation and loss of earnings’.”
I narrowed my eyes and said, “Fuck you, Lennox,” before twisting on my heels and heading towards the exit.
I heard him chuckle as I walked away. I wanted so bad to turn around and slap him so hard that his eyeballs fell out of their sockets, but I didn’t. Instead, I held my head high and sauntered out with a wiggle. Class suited me much better than lowering myself to his pathetic level anyway.
Engines revving, heels clicking, people laughing, and distant music all filled my ears as I stepped out into the humid night. I took a deep breath, filling my lungs with car emissions and warm air.
“Ah, there you are.”
I looked over to see Max.
“Hey.” I smiled.
“You okay?”
“Mhm. So…”
“You want me to spill here?”
I gestured with my head for him to follow and led him down the road a bit where we stood against the doors to a department store.
“Tell me.”
“Okay. Well, turns out your boy isn’t switching the pack. He’s marking the cards.”
I wasn’t sure what he meant. “Huh?”
“He’s switching cards for marked cards so he knows who has the high ones. Bottom line… he’s cheating.”
“And you saw this?”
He nodded.
“Really saw it?”
“Yes.”
My excitement built. I wanted to get him to come back with me right now so I could interview him, but I didn’t ask. He’d done enough for me tonight.
“Thank you. I’ll need you to come to the office first thing tomorrow. Say, eight o’clock?”
“You’re open tomorrow? It’s Saturday.”
“The news never sleeps, Max. Can you make it?”
“Of course.”
“Fabulous.” I felt like jumping up and down and smacking him with a great big kiss, but I contained myself.
“I guess I’ll see you tomorrow morning then.” He grinned.
“Most certainly.”
He hesitated. Was he going to kiss me?
“Are you okay to get a cab?” Apparently he was just trying to get rid of me.
“Yes, thank you. I’ll be fine.”
“Great.”
“Where are you going from here?” I asked, genuinely interested.
“Nowhere. I’ve got to go back in and sort my winnings out, maybe have a quick spin a
t the roulette wheel. Other than that I’ll probably just go on home since we have an early meeting.” He winked. “But I’m sure I’ll be in contact with you before then.” He grinned.
Was he hinting that he wanted me? “What does that mean?”
He tapped his finger against his nose.
I frowned and shook my head at him as he started to walk away.
“Don’t be late,” I called out after him.
“I’ll be there on the dot.”
I watched him walk down the street and disappear back into the casino as I pulled out my phone to dial a taxi.
Having a go on the roulette wheel did sound fun, and why should I let Lennox bully me out of the place?
I slowly sauntered towards the Imperial, phone in hand, debating which road to take. Did I go on home and try to get some sleep? Or did I waltz back in, head high, and place some bets. I took a deep breath, chose the latter, and headed back inside.
When I stepped into the foyer, I froze. My eyes widened as they fell upon the sexy shoulders of Max where he was stood talking to Jasmine Chambers.
A sudden bout of jealousy and betrayal rushed through my veins. What the hell was going on? Were the pair of them playing me or something? There was only one way I was going to find out. I marched over, tapped Max on the shoulder with my clutch bag and waited for him to turn.
Max Harper
A tap on my shoulder forced me to turn. “Brooke?” My voice lifted a couple of octaves.
“Max.” She nodded then looked at Jasmine. “Jasmine.”
“I thought you were heading off?”
“I changed my mind. And I’m glad I did.”
This was awkward. Here was I closing the bet and telling Jasmine that I’d got the dirt on Lennox and had already dished it to Brooke Knight, and she comes waltzing over.
“I hear Max has told you what you need to know.” Jasmine looked at Brooke.
“He has. But how did you know Max was—”
“We met in the bar earlier and he told me.”
“Wow, he told you? Great work over there, double 0 seven,” Brooke said, her words oozing sarcasm with every syllable.
I didn’t say anything.
“He did. Which means you now have the story, right?”
“I do.” Brooke nodded.
“Great. Then I guess I should uphold my end of my deals.”
Why was that plural?
Jasmine linked her arm through mine and did the same to Brooke. “I trust you don’t mind sharing?”
Both Brooke and I looked at each other confused as she guided us out onto the street. I wasn’t sure what the hell was happening, but I walked out of the Imperial with a thicker wallet, thicker cock, and two of the hottest women on the planet. I knew I’d win big tonight, but fuck, this was just outrageous.
****
After all the cards were laid on the table on the journey to mine, the three of us knew where we stood. The bet between Brooke and me might as well have been off. There’d be no losers here tonight, just the hottest threesome in the history of mankind. But I had a sneaking suspicion she was still going to try to win and get that photo before me. I had Miss Knight’s number. She was a sneaky fucker who loved to win.
When we arrived at my place, I let them in and headed straight to the kitchen to get some drinks. They both followed.
“What’ll it be?”
“Nothing for me. I’d rather get straight to it. I’ve got an early rise tomorrow.” Jasmine winked.
I swallowed hard as my dick pulsed in my trousers, eager to get this show on the road.
“I’m game for that.” I looked at Brooke who was sat there checking out Jasmine’s arse. “Are you?”
“Mmmhmmm.” She bit her bottom lip.
“Then follow me, ladies.” I held a hand out to both of them.
Once inside my bedroom, I closed the door behind us, threw my jacket on the chair and started undoing my shirt buttons as the girls took to the bed.
Fuck me, this was going to be the night of my life. I just knew it.
Jasmine sat on the edge of the bed and crossed her legs. “If we are going to do this, I need to be in charge of the situation.”
“What do you mean?” Brooke said, hand already creeping up Jasmine’s leg.
“I’m not a submissive kind of lover. It bores me.”
I wasn’t surprised by her statement.
She stood up, reached around the back of her dress and unzipped it to just above her arse before pushing it to the floor and stepping out of it.
My eyes nearly fell out of my head at her boldness.
“Strip.” Jasmine shot the word at Brooke.
She hesitated a moment, then slipped her shoes off. I could tell Brooke didn’t like being submissive either. This was getting better by the second. Were these two going to start having some power play while I lay between them, cock hard as a rock as they fought over it. Fuck me, I hoped so.
More blood flooded to my dick, making it even harder than it was already.
“On the bed,” Jasmine ordered before turning to face me. “You. Strip.”
I did as she commanded, taking off my remaining clothes casually, maintaining eye contact with her the whole time.
“On the bed.” She pointed.
I strutted over, my cock pointing the way, and positioned myself on the bed. This whole thing was ball blowing. I was ready to come over the pair of them already.
She wandered off to my wardrobe and rummaged around. I wondered what the hell she was up to going through my stuff at first, but then I realised what drawer she was in.
After searching for naughty pictures of her numerous times in the past two weeks and coming across more ‘leaked’ ones, I wasn’t surprised when she came towards the bed, a tie in each hand. Apparently, Jasmine Chambers liked to play Mistress. There was a great shot of her in a red corset with a whip in her hand that apparently the paps somehow got a hold of.
She headed to the side of the bed Brooke was on, then bent down and kissed her softly.
My cock pulsed. I reached down and started stroking myself, easing the need to come but building it at the same time.
As they kissed, Jasmine guided Brooke’s hands up to the corner bed post where she wrapped one of the ties around her wrists and fastened her to the post. She then got up onto the bed, straddling Brooke’s hips, and came down to kiss me. Her tongue rolled around mine as she moved across the bed and onto my lap before securing my wrists to the bed as well.
The heat of her pussy through her underwear against my cock was torture. I just wanted to rip through her panties and watch her tits bounce as I pounded into her.
She pushed herself up and stood on the bed before jumping off.
I lay there, eyes closed, waiting for the naughty minx’s next move.
“What are you doing?”
Brooke’s voice broke into my fantasy and forced me to open my eyes.
Jasmine was getting dressed.
“Leaving.”
I frowned. “What?”
“Leaving. You didn’t really think I was going to fuck you both for doing the right thing, did you?”
Brooke snapped her head round to look at me.
“You’re joking, right? This is all part of your, like, humiliation act or something? You get off on that, right?” I smiled, becoming a tad nervous.
“Ha! You wish.” She turned to leave.
“Wait,” Brooke shouted. “If you walk out of here and leave me like this, there’s no way I am printing this article on Lennox. You can forget it.”
“Yes, you will. I know you’ll use it as a bargaining tool to get you out of all that court crap that’s going on first. But I know you will print it after.”
“Court stuff?” Brooke sounded shocked.
“Don’t play dumb. We all have friends in high places.”
“Jasmine, this isn’t funny. How are we supposed to get out?” I said, dick now as limp as a noodle.
She took a coupl
e of steps back into the room. “I’ll leave the door on the catch and send someone round in the morning. But for now, it’s time to reflect.”
The bedroom door shut as she left, and Brooke and I looked at one another, shocked. This was going to be a long arse night.
Fuck Buddies
Brooke Knight
After numerous attempts at untying my knots with my teeth, hands, and even feet, I finally freed myself.
“Yes!” I stood up and shook my hands, desperate to get some blood and warmth back into them.
“Help me then.”
“No chance.”
“What? Come on.”
“No way. You got yourself into this mess. You get yourself out, just like I had to,” I said, wriggling back into the dress that deceiving cow bag had commanded me to take off. Ugh. I hated being told what to do, but I couldn’t very well say no and kill the whole mood, could I?
Jasmine Chambers had well and truly played the pair of us, and I didn’t half blame her. I was almost in awe of her. She was beautiful, cunning, smart, and she knew how to play the game to get what she wanted. Yes, Jasmine had done a right number on us both.
“That’s not fair. You’ve got smaller fingers than me.”
I ignored him and zipped up. I had every intention of freeing him, but I was going to have some fun with him first.
I got up on the bed and straddled his narrow hips. “I’ll only help you on one condition.”
He rolled his eyes. “What’s that?”
“You forget about the front cover of Suave.”
He craned his neck up. “What? No way in hell.”
“Fine then.”
I lifted my leg over his body, flashing him my panties, and got off the bed.
“Brooke, please.” His voice was soft.
I ignored him and picked up my shoes.
“Please, Brooke.”
“Please what?”
“Untie me and let’s fuck.”
I laughed out loud. “You’re serious, aren’t you?”
“Deadly. Look.” He glanced at his semi erect cock. “That’s what happens when I just think about sex with you.”
I rested my hand on my hip and looked between his eyes and his ever-growing dick.
“Come on. You know we are sexually compatible. Separately, we are hot, but together we are smoking.”