After the board emptied the meeting room, Derrick ambled to his office. His instinct was to storm the corridor and bang the heavy wooden door behind him, but he kept up appearances. He wouldn’t give Jenkins the satisfaction of substantiating how much his underhanded tactics had rattled Derrick’s cage.
Once defied, a go-getter such as Derrick would stop at nothing to win. And he knew exactly who to call. Punching the keys on this phone, he flopped in his overstuffed chair.
He cut to the chase when his former roommate picked up the call. “Hey, B. Are you and Mitch still looking for investors in that new resort in New Orleans?”
Bryant’s laughter vibrated in his eardrums. “Oh, yeah. And we’ve found the perfect sex club to partner with us. You’re going to love Club Desire.”
3
The Proposal
Once upon a time, in a not-so-far-away land called Cambridge, Massachusetts, Bryant McKinney and Mitch Brewer came up with an idea his classmates and professors had dismissed as a crass joke. Ten years down the road, the joke was on them after the two friends had turned an uncouth concept into a multimillion-dollar conglomerate specialized in adult stimulation and entertainment.
Sexy & Sinful distributed all things pleasure, from sex toys to scanty clothes to smutty books and movies. They didn’t create—they connected eager customers to multiple manufacturers. Low costs, high profits, satisfaction guaranteed.
Throughout the last decade, Bryant sat across plenty of tough negotiators, keeping the upper hand. Until about an hour ago. Ann Cohen, the female half of the duo who owned Club Desire, proved to be a much harder nut to crack than her elderly appearance suggested. Platinum hair perfectly done in a tight chignon, skin too smooth for her early sixties, bright green eyes that missed nothing. A formidable opponent by any rate turned unyielding by her many years spearheading the most prestigious sex club in the country.
She impressed Bryant, but didn’t intimidate him.
“Ann, come on. I expected a hard bargain, but you must give me something,” he pleaded in his best bedroom voice, infusing his whiskey eyes with heat.
“Must I? The way I see it, Club Desire has the resources and status to launch your resort into the stratosphere, not the other way around. So, tell me why I should be the one conceding anything?”
Before Bryant’s temper got the best of him, Mitch interfered. “The bottom is the one who holds the reins in a power play, wouldn’t you agree? As an experienced top, you know a scene is only successful when the sub’s hard limits are respected.”
Bryant admired Mitch’s ability to read people. Just as sharp as Bryant’s head for balance sheets. No wonder their partnership had took off so fast, soared so high.
“Sexy & Sinful does have limitations,” Mitch continued. “That’s why we’re reaching out to you. If you don’t share some of your strengths with us, our shortcomings might bring the new business down.”
“Well said and well played. I like your partner.” Ann smiled.
Bryant let out a sigh.
“I’ve got another concern. Although Club Desire’s clientele comes from far and wide, we support our local community. So, before I give you access to the club’s assets, I must ask you this. Have you given any thought as to the composition of the resort’s staff? Your company operates out of Boston, where I guess your board members are based. It would make sense for you to have people you trust in a new business, so I’m curious to know how much local talent you’ll be able to employ.”
Bryant nodded. “Mitch and I spent the morning discussing this issue. We visited Club Desire the other day to have a better understanding of its potential in preparation for this meeting. We were impressed with everything, but one person blew our minds away. She’s been with the club for five years, I believe.” He searched Mitch’s face for confirmation, and his partner dipped his head. “Having started as hostess and progressed to mistress, Jenny Taylor knows the ins and outs of your business, not to mention the members. She’d be perfect to run the resort. We think general manager would be the ideal position for her.”
Mitch turned his drop-your-panties smile on Ann. “We’d be so lucky if Jen were to accept our offer.”
Her expression neutral, Ann remained unfazed by Mitch’s seduction tactics as opposed to her partner. Christopher Fleming, a well-dressed, albeit swanky, forty-something man hadn’t taken an active role in the meeting, but his stare had never abandoned Mitch. Bryant knew that kind of attention wouldn’t have bothered bisexual Mitch, except Christopher wasn’t his friend’s type. Wardrobe too colorful, hairstyle too neat, personality too bland. Nope. Like Bryant, Mitch sought the thrill of the chase, something the night they spent with Jenny had been full of.
God, Bryant also looked forward to taming the fiery woman.
Not the time or place to go down that road, though. Bryant would find it hard to explain a hard-on. He was excited at the prospect of partnering with Ann and Christopher in their new adventure, but not that much.
“That sounds like a great idea. I couldn’t recommend Jenny more,” Ann asserted. “In fact, I’ll be sad to see her leave. She’s been going through a rough patch, so I’m positive she’ll leap for joy at an offer like that.”
During the unforgettable night Bryant and Mitch had spent with Jenny, she’d mentioned her mother’s illness. It didn’t take a genius to figure out what Ann meant.
“If she wanted, she could try keeping both jobs,” Bryant suggested. “Remember that we’ll offer a full experience to our guests. They can frolic at the fancy resort during the day and revel in temptation at Club Desire at night.”
Ann leaned back on the chair and studied Bryant and Mitch for a long moment, her manicured nails tattooing the glass top of the twelve-seat table. Club Desire’s office décor offered a contemporary feel much in contrast to the colonial style that the club dungeons and common areas boasted. Bryant appreciated the dichotomy in styles.
She finally spoke. “It’s safe to assume you’ll hire locals for other positions as well.”
Bryant and Mitch nodded without exchanging as much as a glance.
“Good.” She inhaled deeply before letting the air out in a long sigh. “You two sounded too good to be true on paper. I’m glad to confirm that impression in person. I only do business with people I trust. I’ll be honest with you. Even though your proposal got our interest off the bat, we ran a full background check before agreeing to meet.”
“I expected nothing less,” Mitch acknowledged.
Shady business abounded everywhere, but the adult entertainment industry had the worst reputation for it. Many people assumed the target market for erotic products was made of perverts and deviants, who looked for low prices and didn’t care for quality. Nothing could be further from the truth. High-end products with equivalent price tags sold pretty well to an exceedingly demanding, prestigious clientele.
“You’ve got a good head for business and great instincts for new trends. You’re going places.” Ann stood up and reached out her hand, effectively ending their meeting.
“We all are,” Bryant added as he shook her delicate fingers.
Mitch and Christopher mirrored the scene before they swapped partners.
“We’ll have our lawyers draft the contract. It should be on your desk in a couple of days,” Mitch promised Ann.
As they left Club Desire and strolled down Royal Street toward Conti, Bryant stopped at an antiques store. Ignoring the lavish display in its window, he turned to Mitch. “I’ve got it. Swinging Sundays.”
“What the hell are you talking about?”
“We should offer themed days at the resort, you know. Moaning Mondays, Tempting Tuesdays, and so on.”
“And Swinging Sundays would be for recess activities in the playground?”
Bryant laughed. “Asshole. It’s a good idea.”
“It is. I’m not sure how many of the club’s members are into swapping spouses, seeing as this is a very specific niche. On the other hand, I think a s
pa and resort would appeal to the demographics. You’re a genius.”
“I know.”
“So modest.”
Bryant chuckled as he checked the time. “Our reservation for The Court of Two Sisters isn’t for another hour or so. Should we text her to see if she’s up to having a few drinks before we eat?”
“Beat you to it. I texted her when Ann was wrapping up the meeting. Jenny is meeting us in fifteen.”
Bryant shook his head at Mitch’s boyish expression. “For once, I’m glad at your multitasking skills.”
“When are you not?”
“Peeing and moaning comes to mind.”
Mitch fake punched Bryant’s shoulder. “Come on, it’s endearing.”
“It’s disgusting, that’s what it is.” He threw an arm around Mitch’s neck, kissing his stubbled cheek.
Bryant was a hugger and not ashamed to admit it. Although his interactions with Mitch often got physical, they had zero sexual components. They had bonded during freshman year at Harvard, but they were never attracted to one another. Brothers from different parents, that was how they described themselves. An old saying stated that the family one chose sometimes held a stronger sway than one’s own blood relatives.
He had been blessed with a close-knit family and friends like Mitch and Derrick. Despite having known Jenny for just a few hours, he hoped she’d be the newest addition to that group.
Bryant’s cock stirred to life when he caught Jenny’s reflection in the mirror behind the stacks of bottles. Hidden by faded jeans and an oversized, gray wool top, her petite body had been branded in his mind. That and the way her hips swayed as she balanced herself on impossibly high heels made his heart beat against his rib cage as if trying to get out of his chest and fly to her.
Her gleaming blue eyes and dimpled grin gracing her heart-shaped face with an angelical beauty made for an enticing counterpart to her sinfully full lips. He grunted at the memory of how those lips had felt around his cock the other night, when his fingers had tangled in the soft black strands of her hair as he exploded down her throat.
If Mitch’s groan was any indication, he was just as enthralled.
“She’s killing me.” Mitch’s muttered lament confirmed Bryant’s suspicion.
“You and me both, man.”
They turned around on their bar stools and welcomed her with open arms. Bryant’s chest ached at the self-conscious way she glanced around the crowded waiting area before blushing. How could Jenny behave like a tigress in the bedroom and a kitten in public?
Intriguing and so damn sexy.
Bryant wanted to peel off her layers to find out what her core hid. And he meant that in so many different ways his cock swelled at the possibilities.
She stopped a couple of feet short of their outstretched arms. “Hey,” she whispered.
“Screw that.” Bryant’s boisterous chuckles muffled her surprised yelp when he bear-hugged her. He exulted at the sensation of her soft cheek against the corded muscles of his chest through the thin dress shirt he wore.
“Hey, hey! Save some for me.” Mitch’s hands pried them apart to reveal Jenny’s scarlet cheeks. His frame shook with his laughter as he engulfed her in his arms. “Oh, babe, when dealing with Bryant and Mitch, get ready to be embarrassed in public. That’s our thing. It’s B&M 101 for you.”
“Does that involve sex in public?”
Her husky whisper connected to Bryant’s dark side, making him groan. “We’re always up for new things,” he informed her as she settled on a stool between theirs.
“You’re telling me you’ve never done that?” she asked, her hand stopping Mitch’s wandering fingers from reaching the top of her thighs. “Hmm, we should rectify that. I know the perfect place. Club Desire’s got a common room called the Lounge.”
Bryant doubted he could wait that long. “I was thinking more along the lines of public restrooms. We did book a room, but there was no availability for another couple of days. It’s too damn far.”
“I thought a crowded bar would do it,” Mitch added as he leaned down and trapped her left ear in his teeth.
A million different emotions swept her face in the brief seconds she closed her eyes and threw her head back, exhaling loudly. Lust prevailed, and Bryant’s blood turned into lava when her scorching stare met his, then cut to Mitch’s.
“Let’s do this, but not here,” she muttered.
4
The Experiment
Mitch left a couple of bills on the counter for the bartender, enough to pay for their drinks and make for a fat tip. He grabbed Jenny’s hand, and they hurried out of the restaurant.
“I live three blocks away,” she suggested.
“Our hotel is a block from here,” Mitch said, lacing his fingers through hers and pulling her towards the corner.
Bryant held her other hand, and the three laughed like kids when a couple walking toward them had a hard time figuring out how to skirt past them. Understanding stemming from years of friendship allowed the Mitch and Bryant to communicate without words. When they reached the corner, Mitch leaned against the wall of an abandoned barber shop, pulling Jenny flush against his chest. Bryant enclosed the couple between his outstretched arms, resting his palms against the glass window and covering Jenny’s back with his front.
“What are you guys doing?” Her shocked gasp was paired with a panicky chuckle.
“Embarrassing you in public,” Bryant whispered in her ear as Mitch’s lips covered hers.
He devoured her soft lips, but kept it brief, a glimpse into what she should expect. Neither man had corrected Jenny’s wrong assumption that they had never had sex in a public place. They had, although not in a place as crowded as the fucking French Quarter.
The way the tense muscles in her back relaxed under his palms showed Mitch that she enjoyed it. Again, without a word between them, the two men hurried Jenny toward their hotel entrance.
“What the hell?” she whisper-shouted at Mitch.
“You wouldn’t want to be charged with lewd behavior now, correct?” Bryant asked.
She huffed. “I’ll do it with you guys anywhere, but hotel rooms aren’t exactly public places.”
After they entered the boutique hotel, Mitch nodded at the front desk people and steered Jenny to a side corridor, away from the elevator doors. “Lobby restrooms are public. We should be quick, though. I don’t want to go to jail.”
He locked the door behind them and trapped her body against the door, devouring her lips in a brief, but intense kiss. No time to waste on foreplay. That was a shame because he could go on tasting her sweet mouth forever.
She began to kneel, but his hands on her upper arms stopped her.
“I’ve got another idea.” His eyes pleaded with Bryant, who shrugged. “You owe me.”
“You bet, B.” He winked at his generous friend before adding, “Although you’ll get a hell of a peep show, man.”
Mitch settled Jenny in front of the mirror over the sink, and his gaze held Bryant’s as he leaned against the wall right behind them. He focused back on Jenny. “Bend over and grab the taps for support. This will be fast and furious.”
He unbuttoned his black slacks, and they pooled around his ankles as Mitch covered his cock with the latex condom Bryant handed him. Jenny got rid of her tight jeans and assumed the position.
On her tiptoes, spine curved, ass in the air, she tempted him to do wild things. He ignored the urge to sink his cock between her round butt cheeks. Barely. He was an ass man.
Although her glistening curls evidenced how ready she was, Mitch reached around and dipped his fingers inside her wet folds. Tweaking her hard nub, he reveled in the way her body twitched, and she gasped.
He needed to make sure his girth wouldn’t hurt her. The warm liquid that covered his hand reassured him, so he guided his head to her entrance. The wicked siren bucked back, and her body engulfed his shaft like a tight glove.
Heaven.
As he set a quick, st
abbing rhythm in and out of her, hitting her G-spot as he went, Mitch heard Bryant’s grunts. A glance in the mirror confirmed that his friend accompanied his and Jenny’s fun with some of his own.
The risk of being caught added to the rush. His fingers sank into Jenny’s fleshy hips when her sex gripped his erection. Her orgasm triggered his, and Mitch unloaded himself with a strangled moan.
He splayed his large hand on Jenny’s midriff, bringing her back up against his chest. The new angle made her tremble, and he covered her lips to hush her moans.
Her body milked his, her nails scratched his scalp.
His turn to whimper.
Despite the hurry, Mitch’s release felt like nothing he had ever experienced.
He watched Jenny rearrange her clothes as he straightened up. His heart expanded in his chest at the shy grin she offered him when their eyes locked in the mirror.
“I’m falling for you hard and fast,” he blurted out.
His feelings had bypassed his brain, his words hanging in the air like a goddamn hummingbird. Defying the laws of probability and as real as the delicate bird.
He wouldn’t take them back, even though the panic in her rounded eyes unsettled him.
A bang on the door interrupted whatever she was about to say.
“Everything all right in there?” a muffled male voice inquired.
Bryant recovered first. “Yes, thank you.”
Mitch waited for the footsteps to die before unlocking the door. They made a beeline for the elevator without attracting anyone’s eyes. As the doors closed, he spotted a knowing grin on one of the front desk clerk’s face. He tipped his head slightly and smiled back.
“He’s onto us,” Bryant muttered.
“Who cares?” Mitch replied with rowdy laughter, dopamine coursing through his veins.
“I do,” Jenny countered in a wisp of a voice. “Staff and clients having sex outside Club Desire is against its rules. I wanted you guys so much it slipped my mind. Gary, the front desk guy, has just started working there.”
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