“Janey, you mentioned that one girl vanished from Drake’s club, is that right?’ Bell asks.
“Yeah, just upped and ‘poof,’ she was gone,” I say.
“Drake, any of your guys have an idea why or where she went?” Bell asks.
“None at all, we were as shocked as Janey. One moment she was there and then the next morning she wasn’t,” Drake replies.
“Do we know where she came from?” Bell asks.
Drake shrugs his shoulders. “Nah, I think she was just a stray passing by, I dunno.”
I lean to the side and whisper into Tina’s ear. “Am I just on the wrong end of being suspicious, or do I keep getting glances from Owen?” I ask.
Tina giggles. “You have finally noticed, I was thinking he was looking at me.”
“Can I ask you something else?”
“Shoot.”
“What is it with these clubs and couples pairing up?” I ask.
“I’ve no idea, really. Shona was the first, I was way down the line before I found my hunk,” Tina replies.
Orlando waves. “I'm her hunk, so she keeps saying.”
“You were the spotter and Ty was the shooter, am I right?”
“Keep it quiet, I don’t want to be famous,” Orlando replies.
I catch Owen’s glance and his smile. I smile back. “I have a question,” I say, slightly interrupting the rest of the conversations.
“Go ahead, it can’t be worse than Owen. He was the harbinger of doom,” Beau says laughing. “What’s your question?”
“Well, we have no idea what she looks like. It's obvious, she knows exactly what we all look like, so how the fuck do we find her?”
“We have to play the waiting game, watch and listen. At some point in all of this, something will happen, fingers crossed we’ll be ready. We’re not too late,” Shona says from the end of the table.
“Has anyone noticed anything happening at the other clubs? Like things being moved, blocked toilets, or anything that is just totally, well weird,” Tina asks.
“We had a blocked toilet, twice. We thought it was strange,” Shona replies.
“We had it once at the couple’s club, this was in the gym, and we just thought it was someone messing about,” Tina says. “But it happened here in Vegas too, am I correct?”
“Yeah. Susan asked to use another toilet because the one in the change room was blocked,” Brent adds.
“Did she do it, or was it someone else?” Tina asks.
“She said she had a monthly problem,” Brent says. “She seemed to be telling the truth.”
“Maybe so, but we have our first suspect,” Tina says.
“What about the other clubs?” Shona asks.
“We don’t know, how many girls do we have now? About thirty or so, and that isn’t including the others we turned down at interviews. God, she could be any one of those,” Tina says.
“I take it we’re heading back to the club?” Bell asks.
“Well spotted driver,” Brent says as he puts his arm around Bell’s shoulders.
“Maybe it was the damn butler,” says Brent. We all stare at him like he’s crazy.
“What?” he says, looking at us all. Bell ignores him.
“The butler did it. Those mysteries were so much easier to solve.”
Owen
“Let’s grab a blanket and run away to watch the stars.”
As we approach the club, Janey puts her hand on my knee. I was still unsure how she managed to sit next to me, but I wasn’t going to complain. Around five seven or five eight; just the right height for me. Shoulder length brunette hair, hazel eyes, a killer bod, and pouty lips. I see why the bikers like her, she has that girl-next-door appeal but looks dirty as hell.
She looks at me and smiles. “I want to fuck you stupid!”
I lift my head from the bus window. “Excuse me?” I ask.
Janey smiles, “Do you believe in cupid?”
I was in a dream, partly thinking of The Kingmaker’s daughter, but most of all from Janey… having her hand on my knee. It was just then I came to realize I had nowhere to sleep.
“You can squeeze in somewhere here,” Janey says. It’s like she literally just read my mind.
“To tell you the truth, I'm quite happy to sleep on the roof. Um, in the roof garden shed thingy they have,” I reply. “I love to stargaze at night.”
“You and me both. I'll get a blanket and something to keep you warm with. I’ll bring it up to you,” Janey says.
I make my way to the roof, bypassing the girls’ room, I notice a few bare asses and nipples as I walk past the open door, but they’re not my type.
I walk around the decking area and look over the edge of the building. The dark street below seems a little like a scene from a horror film, and I expect a tall shadow of a man to stand under the dim street light.
“Psst.” I turn to see Janey holding a blanket and a couple of pillows.
“All that bedding for me?” I ask.
Janey grins. “I did say I would bring something to keep you warm.”
I smile as I pull open the wooden door on the roof shed. “Yes, you did.” I feel a chemistry between us.
“And that’s why I'm going to stay up here with you.”
“What? Um, you should be downstairs,” I say.
“Nah, they’re like wildcats, a couple of them sneak into bed with each other and have a good munch on each other before bedtime. It might be nice for a change to stay here… something new.”
“Maybe I should sleep down there then?” I say giggling.
Janey shakes her head. “I bet you would be too embarrassed to watch.”
“Maybe you're right.”
Janey spreads the blanket on the floor and puts the pillows next to the wall. “How’s that, a perfect view of the sky.”
“Fantastic,” I say as I kick off my boots and lay on the floor.
Janey lays next to me, and little shivers flow through my body as her soft skin touches my bare arm.
“Were you from a failed experiment by The Kingmaker?”
I shake my head on the pillow. “It wasn’t a failed one. He just wanted three males in his teams.”
“So, the others are like you? And you never had a childhood, so to speak?” Janey asks.
“That was the other thing, my siblings and I were created at a younger age, so we had earlier memories. Joseph and his brothers were started a good ten years later. Their memories began at around age seventeen or eighteen,” I explain.
Janey raises her head from her pillow and puts it on her hand. “This might sound like a stupid question, but you're human?” she asks.
“Yeah. One hundred percent human, we were just incubated from whoever and wherever, I’ve never truly found out.”
“Where are your parents? I mean, how does all that happen?”
“A donor. It was whoever The Kingmaker decided was a right choice.”
“So, you could actually be the parent of Joseph and the others?” Janey says. “I mean, if The Kingmaker deemed you a good enough donor.”
“I suppose, but clones being used to father clones, that’s pretty serious shit,” I reply, resting my head back on my pillow.
“Brrr.”
“What’s up, are you cold?” I ask.
“Not really, it's just taking you a freaking long time to put your arm around me.”
“Sorry, I'm a slow clone,” I reply giggling.
“Maybe you should refrain from saying you're a clone, it's not the sexiest thing in the world.”
“Point taken,” I say. “Anyway, why the rush for me to put my arm around you?”
“Have you thought about it properly? That bitch could blow us all up tomorrow?”
“Hmm, I think all these stars are having a wisdom effect on you, it's giving you some, and taking mine away.” I smile and feel our chemistry again. It’s not like me to warm to anyone this quickly.
“Shut the fuck up Owen and kiss me.”
I wonder where they are now?
It’s a good job thing these are quick thoughts. My lips are just about to touch Janey’s. We all know how important that first kiss is, the one where sparks go “wham, zing, and badding.” It's a moment we feel the spark, and feeling that under the stars could never have felt any better for me in this perfect moment of right now.
There is enough moonlight shining onto us for me to see Janey’s full and throbbing lips. She parts them as I move my head closer. They feel beautifully swollen as mine touch hers. I capture her mouth with a hungry urgency. The explicit feel of Janey’s exploratory, hot tongue is swirling around with my wanting tongue. Now, my seductive touch of her top lip with the tip of my tongue, perfectly releases a sigh of pleasure from Janey.
“Owen, I think there’s no going back.”
“What do you mean?”
“I felt the spark as I saw the stars. I think everything has gone full circle. I believe that we’re the last,” Janey says definitively.
“You mean ‘kaboom’ sort of last?” I ask.
Janey shakes her head. “No, the events. I feel this is how it's all supposed to end.”
“Well fuck it, whatever happens, I'm more than happy just to kiss you,” I reply. I give her my kindest smile.
“Only a kiss?”
“I was being polite,” I reply with a laugh.
“Owen, polite or not, this is going to happen. Somewhere it has been written, I can tell you that now,” Janey says. “You way as well strip me naked and take me right now.”
“Don’t you want to take your time with me? You know, enjoy it some more?” I ask.
“Of course, sorry Owen, I was being all Romeo and fucking Juliette or something.”
“I don’t think Romeo fucked Juliette, or if he did, I don’t believe that it was that quick,” I say laughing.
Janey sits up on the blanket and then she wets her finger and holds it into the night air. She nods her head, grabs hold of her sweatshirt, smiles, and lifts it over her head. Janey sits on the blanket with no bra and is busily cupping her breasts. She has those swooping shaped ones, the ones I just adore.
I raise my hand. Janey grabs hold of my fingers and helps me to caress her breast. Her nipples are nice and pert and slowly harden under my touch. Janey pulls her hand away as I cup her second breast and fumble with her nipples. Automatically, I feel my lips suck at them as they finally bud. I widen my lips and suck the whole of her right nipple, taking it into my hot wet mouth.
Janey runs her fingers through my hair and pushes my head hard against her breast. I run my hand down the side of her body and slide my fingers inside the elastic of her pajama pants. Janey wiggles her ass and pulls the other side of the elastic; together we push them away from her legs. I notice she is already prepared, her panties must have been left downstairs.
“Owen, make love to me under the stars,” Janey says. I feel myself drawn to her like a magnet is drawn to metal.
I kneel on the blanket and loosen my pants pulling them to my knees, Janey’s fingers quickly unbutton my shirt, and she pushes it free from my broad shoulders. Her fingers run down my taut muscles toward my stomach.
I hear her giggle. “What’s wrong?” I ask.
“I was just wondering if all clones have a sexy stomach like yours? Or maybe, it’s because you go to a gym.”
“I have worked out, don’t worry. I'm all natural,” I reply.
I feel my dick wanting her like I’ve taken Viagra. This is not something I do. One-night stands aren’t a thing for me. I’ve never been a player.
Janey lowers her hand from my stomach and begins caressing my shaft. She looks up into my eyes as my hands start caressing the soft cheeks of her ass. My pulse races as I feel the twitching starting in my cock. Janey slowly brings me toward a half erection. She pushes her hand against my chest.
“Lay down and watch the stars,” she murmurs.
I rest my head on the pillow as she slowly runs her hand down the length of my shaft. I feel her grip tightening as her amazing tempo increases.
“Owen, your cock is on the very large end of the scale. I thought you were all natural.” She giggles and seems genuinely impressed. I want her so badly it hurts. I don’t really know how this is even happening.
“Let’s grab a blanket and run away to watch the stars.”
Janey
“No one needs shooting stars to make wishes.”
Owen lays back on the pillow. I was sure he wasn’t watching the stars as I suggested. I knew he was busy looking down at me caressing his large shaft. I tighten my grip as I pull my hand back, and the large head of his cock entices me closer. I just know we’re meant to be.
I open my mouth and gently slide the tip of his shaft between my lips. I swirl my tongue under the rim, Owen gasps as I tease the soft, sensitive part of his thickness. I inch his cock further into my mouth. It’s pure magic as I feel my lips stretching to accommodate him.
Owen’s large cock entirely fills my mouth as I slide further down his shaft. The head of his cock reaches the furthest depths of my throat as I begin bobbing my head and enjoying his taste.
“Fuck, if this was our last night on earth, there is no other way I can think of spending it,” I murmur.
He lets out a groan and says, “It isn’t over yet, either.”
I tighten my fingers around the base of Owen’s shaft and squeeze. His pulse pushes into my grip as I lift my body and throw my leg over his thighs. I move my body closer to the end of his hard-iron arousal. I feel my own wetness taking me to him. All I want is Owen; I can’t explain it, I just have to have him. My hips raise, and I push the warm head of his cock between the soft velvety lips of my wetness to tease. We clasp each other’s hands.
My wanting becomes reality as I slip the head of Owen’s cock lustfully through my moist lips. I feel my pussy stretching to accommodate him fully. Now, my hips move and help me slide down the perfect length of his shaft. I feel my wet pussy taking him inside, inch by glorious inch. It’s never felt this good before, and I’ve been with some deliciously, extremely-sexy guys.
My hips reach the base of his cock as my body fully envelopes him. I sigh with satisfaction as I rest my hands on his broad chest and dig my fingers into the skin as I enjoy him. I rock my hips in unconscious time as Owen’s body begins thrashing beneath me. He lifts his hips to meet mine beneath me. We both breathe out in ecstasy for one another.
Already, I feel the wells of passion filling, and the cauldron of climactic sensations brimming and ready to overflow. “Fuck, Owen, your cock is huge,” I squeal as I feel my pussy enjoying him with complete satisfaction.
I raise myself against him then ride with his rhythm. My back arches as Owen pinches my hardened nipples. I squeal with pleasure. His bulging erection filling the full width of my womanhood.
“Owen, I'm ready to cum already,” I coo. I can’t believe how big he is. I can feel everything and it’s so good. My body is nearly there.
Owen grabs my hips and drags me harder onto the throbbing mass of his cock. Our bodies crash into each other as I grind my hips against his. I feel myself tremble and quiver as sensations begin flowing from the very depths of my core. My whole body feels aligned with his.
I bow my head, and my hair hangs over my face. I see the look of concentration in Owen’s eyes as he thrusts his hips wildly and drives his shaft deeper inside me. I suck in deep breaths. I wait for my body to be ready. I want it to last for as long as possible.
“Owen, yesss,” I moan in a deep voice.
Uncontrollable shuddering contractions fill my pussy as Owen begins his final thrusts. Wild eruptions of pleasure flow from
the pit of my stomach as my body is seized by rushes of sensations. They are so intense, my entire body quivers as I buck wildly, enjoying him so well.
“My god, Owen!” I yelp.
Owen looks up through the strands of hair covering my face. “Me too.”
His cock pulsates deeper still as he thrusts sharply upward. I feel his body shudder and convulse as his final slamming thrusts of climax lead him to a shattering release. His powerful loins send his ejaculation spilling deep inside me, filling him with pulsating waves of pleasure.
I rest my hands-on Owen’s heaving chest and roll my spent body to his side. I look across and gaze deeply into his gorgeous, kind eyes.
“That was fantastic,” I murmur.
“You’re telling me,” he replies.
Warm erratic breaths flow from my body as I rest my head on the side of Owen’s powerful chest. I hear his heartbeat as he makes short, shallow pants; the last signs of our climactic explosions flowing into the cool night air.
“I think that was a fairytale beginning to what I think is going to be a good relationship,” I say plainly. I know it’s true, somehow.
“You have an inner sense about everything that’s going to happen?”
I tilt my head up to Owen. “Hell no, you couldn’t make any of this shit up. Who would believe it?” I laugh. But I still know we’re meant to be together.
Owen wraps his arm around me and pulls me close, hard into his chest. The warmth of his body fills me as I pull the blanket up around our necks.
Owen sits and tilts his head to the side. “Do you hear a noise?” he asks.
I lean my ear toward the edge of the building. “Is that the gate opening?”
“It sounds like it, but I thought it was locked.”
I pull the blanket over my shoulders as Owen pulls himself into his shorts. We sneak across the decking to the edge of the building and we both peer into the dimly lit street.
“Who is that?” I ask.
“It's hard to tell, they have a hood up, and they’re not lit very well,” he says.
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