Colin shook his head, as if to say If you don’t know, I’m not bloody telling you. He felt a little less proud because he couldn’t actually share his findings.
He found the first day with Adela that he knew the right words. He touched Adela’s face. “You are beautiful.” Her smile was as much relieved as grateful. He was sure he’d have her again, and he did, five more times. Twice it happened on her office desk as it did their first time with her legs wrapped around him, then once in her chair with Adela sitting on him and once in the bathroom when he came in after her. While she dried her hands, he moved behind her and pulled up her skirt. He found the space in her and played with it until it oozed welcome. He stood with his trousers half on and took her, watching in the full-length mirror as he fondled her breasts. Afterward, he kissed her head and left without a word.
The fifth and last time was in the underground car park. He called her over from his car.
Adela looked anxious. “I have to go.”
“I just need a minute.”
She got in beside him. When she sat, she straightened with surprise. It was obvious she hadn’t realized the passenger seat was pushed back as far as it could go until then. He knew from her reluctant smile that she had hoped he had something to say about them, but he didn’t care that she wanted him to talk. He didn’t care that to take her now would leave her off-balance. “Pull up your skirt.” She obeyed. “Take off your pants.”
Adela smiled and slid them down her lovely thighs. Legs first, Colin hauled himself to land in front of her and lowered himself onto his knees. There was just enough room in his Mercedes, he had tested it earlier. He slid his hands up her legs and his mouth followed. She tensed, her back rigid against the seat. He pushed her legs apart and kissed her pubic hair. His tongue teased her apart. He licked her ridges, slowly, deliberately.
Colin felt her move back and heard her groan as he tasted her hungrily. He had opened his buttons and fly as Adela grasped the sides of the seat. His tongue was firm then soft. He touched her breasts. She yanked up her top and moaned.
When Adela’s whole body shuddered, he kept going so there was no break to her tremble. He licked the succulent center until she pulled him up, wanting more, just as he’d hoped. They kissed and he felt her excitement in her deep breaths and her hands on his cheeks.
When he moved away, he smiled. He was sure he saw uncertainty flash in her dark eyes. Even in the gloom of the car, her doubt spread before him. Still, he kept the grin on his face while he maneuvered back into the driver’s seat and pulled his trousers down. He knew he forced her hand. He turned sideways and stroked her hair, applying the smallest pressure to bring her eyes downward and onto his erection looming in the space between them. “Adela,” he pleaded.
Without looking at his face, she reached for his penis and stroked. He watched her lovely red lips come closer. Her tongue came out between her lips and she flicked the tip of his penis with titillating, snake-like jabs.
He wanted her to have those lips surround his cock but they settled on its tip, her tongue moving in laps before she opened her mouth and took him in, her hand tightening. She sucked hard, pulling the orgasm out of him. He didn’t last long. She swallowed.
Colin’s head fell back on the driver’s seat. Everything in his body thanked her. He didn’t care about what she thought. She had to pick up her panties. He let her reach for them, and stayed still with his penis between them, as if to rub in her face that was all he cared about. She pushed her skirt down, and he knew she felt awkward. He also knew she flowed with juices. She had enjoyed it.
Adela turned to him. “That was nice.”
He realized she could play him at his own game but only one round. Act nonchalant and walk away. Step onto another court. The sex was good but they had grown stale together. She opened the door.
“See you tomorrow,” he said.
“No,” she told him airily, as if she’d just blown a kiss. “We’ve done as much as we can.”
He shrugged. “Well, if you ever…”
She got out. “I won’t.”
Colin stared, stunned. Game and match to Adela. He could tell by the wriggle of her ass and the hands by her side she thought she had won.
He did up his buttons and sighed. Now he knew he had to give a bit more than sex to hold them. If not promises, then compliments. He needed to make them feel like the most beautiful girls in the world. He could have been nicer to Adela. He’d do better with the next one.
* * * *
Then there was Emily, another co-worker. She was married but he knew she’d had an affair with his colleague Logan last year. Her husband traveled a lot. She was tall and slim with pert breasts and he discovered she was screamer in bed.
By the time he approached her, Colin knew exactly what to do, which was lucky because Emily wanted compliments. She needed validation so much that, when her adoring husband was away on business, the cuckold’s voice coming down the line was not enough. She needed eyes undressing her. Roaming hands were exclamation marks to her loveliness. Their lack devoured her and left her cowering, so when she couldn’t get it at home, she looked elsewhere.
Colin happily puffed her up and their affair lasted a year. It was the perfect scenario. He spoke tenderly to her but didn’t have to wine and dine her. Her husband took care of that. When he wasn’t there, she became such a horny nervous wreck they never left the motel room. She would leave Colin red, sore and contented for days.
When her husband was home, they met up twice a week in a motel. Those times she was lazier and not so urgent. She liked taking baths and rubbing him slowly in the water. She enjoyed sitting back and looking at him, as if with the security of her man at home, she could forget about herself. Colin saw with her ease, how much she actually loved her husband and enjoyed their affair even more. But he was afraid of longevity. What was the point? It was the excitement he was after.
When he wanted the affair to end, he told her one evening as he rubbed her foot in the bath, “I’m going to ask Kate for a divorce.”
As he expected, he felt her tense. She smiled, but it was too solid, like it had been painted on. When they got out of the tub, she brought him to the bed and laid him down. She kissed his toes and moved upward to lick his penis and massage his balls. When he thought he couldn’t stand it anymore, she teased his moist erection with her hands as she kissed his chest and nipples until, with fumbling desire and deep breaths, she brought him inside her and sat on him. Her hips swayed gently as he fondled her breasts and fought the urge to grab her waist and make her go faster. When she built up speed, he felt the pull of an orgasm running through his body. Her head flew back and she moaned. He felt the tightening of his penis as her body rippled with pleasure.
Then she was off him. In the second before her mouth fell over his cock, his body screamed for her, so the feel of her lips around his shuddering sex as she licked and sucked made him tremble with delight. He held her after his orgasm and smiled. “That was great.” He knew it was the last time Emily would fuck him, which made it even sweeter.
When he approached her the next day at work, Emily laid a hand on his chest and shook her head. “I can’t anymore. I love my husband.”
Colin’s lips quivered. He took a breath and nodded before turning away, thinking of the woman from the lawyer’s office upstairs he’d met in the elevator. Her name was Melanie. He’d wanted her the moment he saw her and could tell she was not against the idea either.
* * * *
“After two years, Kate still refuses to leave the house,” Colin told Melanie. They were in her apartment, spending a few hours together after work. “I don’t know what to do. I’m fed up with trying to make her feel better when she thinks of no one else. Does she think the world revolves around her?”
Melanie stood behind him. He felt her breath on his back. She touched him, tentatively at first. With no objection from him, she put her arms around his shoulders. “Why do you stay with her?”
&n
bsp; Colin shook his head. “I don’t know.” But he did. Affairs were laid out in his future like a red carpet and he had no intention of giving them away. With a sick wife at home, he didn’t have to.
Chapter 7
The day after meeting Christian, Jade went to work at the parlor and found Aisling in the living room, dressed in a tight leather top and tiny skirt. With her arms wrapped around her legs and ears pricked for the door, she looked tense and irritable and Jade found it impossible to speak to her.
Jade was happy to see Sasha at the desk and have someone to talk to, though Sasha told her she was quitting soon, to go away with her boyfriend and seemed excited with the prospect of change. As Jade listened to the manageress, she realized how comfortable she felt at the parlor. With her lingerie in her bag and her makeup on, she was more relaxed than at home. She preferred the girls’ chatter to the silence of her house, even if it meant having to deal with the men.
However, as she got ready with Aisling’s unnerving presence behind her, she knew she wouldn’t be as comfortable here in the evening when clients came in with the smell of drink. Jade imagined their hands would be looser and they would try to touch the girls. A shudder ran through her body with the thought. She didn’t want to consider that it had been during the day when she’d come face to face with her own attacker.
When Nikki arrived, she looked tired and drawn. The circles under her eyes were dark without her makeup. She told Jade it was because she worked last night, and when Jade jokingly asked if she lived at the parlor, Nikki’s little nose scrunched up. “It’s better than being alone.”
“I understand what you mean,” Jade answered without thinking.
“You don’t have a boyfriend?”
“No.” It wasn’t necessarily a lie, but Jade didn’t want more questions. Before Nikki had a chance to probe, she gestured toward the front desk. “Speaking of boyfriends, what happened with Sasha?”
Nikki’s eyes widened in mock surprise. “You want to know the details?”
“Of course.” Jade was glad Nikki was easy to sidetrack.
They sat outside in the courtyard, Nikki wearing a skirt and a tank top. Her body was so neat and small, like a well-wrapped package. “I should get ready first, but I suppose I can get away with it. Sasha’s not going to say anything to me.”
Jade recognized Nikki’s loneliness and resisted the urge to hug her. “Not talking?”
“You could say that.”
“Go on, tell me.”
Nikki said the threesomes with Sasha and Manuel weren’t her idea. Jade frowned at the name and Nikki stopped. “What?”
“I picture a small, skinny man with a moustache when I hear the name Manuel.”
Nikki shook her head. “He’s tall and blond and works out. He’s got a very nice body.” She leaned forward. “His penis is so thick, it’s wonderful.”
Jade wondered if the sex hadn’t been Nikki’s idea after all. Nikki must’ve seen the doubt in Jade’s upturned lips because she crossed her heart. “I swear, it was Sasha’s idea. We were hanging out in their apartment one night. The two of them sat on the couch with me by their feet. We’d spent the day at the beach. I have to admit watching Sasha rub oil on him got me hot, but I didn’t think of doing anything about it. We had wine and vodka and were pretty drunk.
“When she leaned over and kissed him, I couldn’t take my eyes off them. He moved his hand to her breast and fondled it as her tongue moved in and out of his mouth. I touched my breast. I couldn’t help it. I hardly realized I was doing it until she looked at me. Something about her face told me I didn’t need to stop.
“She rubbed his penis, and I saw it grow inside his shorts. I got really hot, as much with the idea his erection wasn’t for me. It was a wonderful tease. I wanted to watch them fuck. I wanted to put my fingers down my pants and feel my own wetness as she moved up and down on him. I wanted to hear her groan.
“Sasha had different plans. Manuel’s gaze was on me. She put her hand inside his trousers and she brought out his tip. The swollen head begged to be licked, and its throbbing redness made me touch between my legs, outside my skirt. Sasha looked to where my hand was and leaned from the couch and kissed me. She tasted of wine. Then she was beside me, pulling up my tank top and caressing my breasts.
“I couldn’t get Manuel’s erection out of my mind. I wanted to feel it. Sasha brought her hand down my stomach and between my knees. I moved them apart. She went under my skirt and stroked my panties, feeling how wet I’d become. She moved her finger inside and teased me before pulling away, leaving me gasping for more.
“She turned her back on me and kneeled between Manuel’s legs. I stroked my pussy as he raised his ass to let her pull his shorts down. He looked at me and tapped the space beside him. I was there in a shot. As Sasha’s mouth wrapped around his penis, Manuel pushed me back so my head was on the armrest. He caressed my breasts as Sasha’s head moved up and down and she licked his thick head. He took a breath as he moved his other hand to my panties. With little help, he tore them off.
“I was so wet. He smiled as he rubbed me with his wonderful fingers. He laid a hand on Sasha’s head. She looked at him and then at me before sitting back. He moved sideways, away from me. I didn’t know what was happening, only that I was dying to be touched. I was about to explode.
“Sasha climbed onto the couch between us and went on all fours, her head toward me and her ass toward him. I saw him lie on his back, his head between her legs, and she lowered herself toward his mouth and I saw his tongue explore her. I touched myself as her crotch moved with his licks. Her back arched. She was someplace else. She had entirely forgotten about me, or so I thought.
“When their rhythm was fixed, she brought her lips toward my crotch. I rose up to meet her. She licked my wetness. God, she knew the exact places to touch. It didn’t take long before my whole body let go. I flowed onto their couch, all liquid.
“I lay exhausted and Manuel rose and took Sasha from behind so I could see in her face the joy of feeling him. I wanted to have him too, and I moved down to touch her opening. His penis moving and her lovely response felt wonderful. She quivered and moaned as I rubbed where he couldn’t reach. Her arms wavered and hardly kept her up as she trembled. I moved my hand faster.
“When her orgasm began, her ass shuddered and her neck stretched backward. Manuel slowed. I moved back on the edge of the couch, my breasts free and my legs apart. He kept his eyes on me. When she stilled, he pulled out with a spank on her ass and a glance toward me. She moved out of the way and off the couch to watch, and I got my first full look at his penis. It was swollen with desire and so thick I didn’t know if it would fit.
“He was impatient. Within the next second, he pulled me toward him. With my ass in the air, he entered me and, with his hands on my waist, he thrust and pushed and pulled me. I’ve never felt such tightness before. His penis rubbed my edges. I was screaming within seconds.
“Sasha rose and caressed my breasts. I thought they wanted me to die of pleasure as his hands and penis went faster and she squeezed my nipples. My ass clenched and shuddered. He pounded into me for a few more strokes and I felt him release. His waist moved in what seemed like slow motion as he kept my body upright and pressed hard against me. His body went rigid and slackened. He dropped me and collapsed on top. He and Sasha laughed. I was too racked with my orgasm to do anything but lie and feel him grow limp inside.
“So it wasn’t my idea. They started it. Once they did, though, I wanted it to continue. Manuel felt so fucking good, and if you ever get a chance to sleep with a woman, do. They know exactly what to do with their tongue. I’m serious.”
Jade laughed, keeping to herself the thought of what Michele might do to her in bed. “So what happened next?”
Nikki smiled but the doorbell rang, and her untold scenes scattered to pieces like broken glass. “Shit, I’m not ready!” She looked at Jade softly. “You’re still anxious.”
Jade nodded, only awa
re of her joined hands, the knuckles white from their tight grasp.
“It’ll get easier,” Nikki promised.
She was right. Jade and Aisling introduced themselves to the client, who had a beard and long reddish hair. He was in his late forties and dressed in jeans and a sweater. He looked relaxed and easygoing, not the type Jade would usually associate with the parlor, but she knew there were not specific types to loneliness.
Aisling wasn’t happy when Jade was picked. Her eyes narrowed as she squeezed her breasts together and moved back into the sitting room. Jade nearly said sorry, but thought it would only make Aisling more annoyed.
Jade was surprised to find her hands did not tremble as she undressed. The room didn’t move in on her and the man’s body didn’t seem so intrusive. She could tell that he came for company and comfort by the way he talked and lay on the table without looking at her body with greedy eyes as if he owned it for the next half hour.
She rubbed his back and felt the roughness of his skin. After caressing him down to his toes, she got up on the table and sat on his leg so he could feel her warmth there. She rubbed her body on his. It wasn’t necessary to do the body slide, since it was only a half-hour session, and she wasn’t sure why she was doing it until he turned around with a contented smile. Then she realized it was so he would pick her again. This kind man was an easy way to make money. She wanted to laugh at this thought and wondered if people adapted so quickly, changed shape to fit the environment they are in. Was she becoming one of the girls?
His eyes were light green, and there was a distinct glint in them that had not been there when he arrived as he lifted his head and watched her take his penis in her hands. His chest moved rapidly as she built up speed and his breaths came in heavy spurts moments before he climaxed over her fingers.
Afterward, she got a tissue and wiped his stomach. He watched her as she cleaned him. “You’re very lovely,” he said.
Jade smiled, but she wanted him to go now and felt sorry for him because of it. She felt like a cheat, conning him into giving more money and time by feigning interest.
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