The Sunday Arrangement

by Lucy Smith

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Once again, we were sitting in the conference room; Pierce updated his new assistant on changes to our finances. Our budget had officially been finalized and as he predicted, it was more than enough to provide every necessity to bring our casino to life and make it the best Vegas had seen in a century. I looked over the work Monica had done on the project that I was secretly working on behind my father’s back. Most of the work she’d done was outstanding, even going so far as to add ideas I hadn’t considered before. I looked up from my screen as his assistant left to do her work.

  I closed my laptop. He looked up at me and raised an eyebrow. “Something bothering you?” he asked.

  “Yes. I want to finish the conversation we started the other day about what you plan to do to my father’s company.” I stood up from my chair and placed a fist on the table. “He may be the sleaze of the earth, but this is still where I work. This will affect me, too.”

  He stared at me for a moment; I could see him weighing the pros and cons in his head. “Fine, I’ll tell you. I’ve been slowly buying out the shares of our fathers’ companies. By the time the casino is done, I will own it and enough of the shares in both companies to own them both. I plan on firing both of our fathers and forcing them into retirement.”

  “You’re what?” I asked. This was hardly what I’d anticipated. “What about the blackmail? What about the rape charges your dad is holding over my father?”

  He smirked as though particularly pleased with himself. “Oh that. Well, that was really just a way to distract my father from what we’re doing. That girl was as eager for money as she was gorgeous. The perfect combination.” He stood from the table and put his hands in his pockets. “He bought it, too, the whole bit. Hook, line, and sinker. Just as I had predicted. We had them followed, videotaped, photographed. The works. With the thought of ruining James Hart clouding his vision, my dad wouldn’t be able to see straight. Let alone come to the realization about what Toby and I are doing—”

  “What’s Toby’s part in all of this? I mean, I thought you guys loathed each other.”

  “Oh, I think we still very much do. But a deeper hatred is uniting us together,” he said. “Your brother is also buying some shares. He’s agreed to come on as my company’s architect. If you want, I’d also like to hire you as my CEO.”

  “Why do you want to do this though? I don’t understand your motive.”

  “My mother didn’t just kill herself, Lauren. She was driven to it by our fathers and I want them to pay for what they did, for taking her away from me.”

  “How did they kill her though? What did they do that pushed her to that mindset? I’m trying to understand where you’re coming from . . . why you feel this way,” I said empathetically. True, neither of us had had a very present, very active father. But did we really need to pull the plug on everything they’d worked so hard for?

  “You really do know nothing of what went on. You should go speak to your mother about it—she would know even more than me. Even though I have a vendetta against our fathers, I don’t want you making any rash decisions. I’ve thought about this for a long time, and I know this is what I need to do for myself.” He abruptly left the room, ending the conversation and stopping me from asking any more questions. Perhaps he was right; I needed to talk to my mother and really try to understand what was going on.

  ~*~*~*~

  A couple of days passed and soon it was Thursday. We were having lunch—decent hamburgers from a stand not too far from the office. Pierce was distant with me. It seemed the more I got to know about him, the farther I got pushed away, and yet he still did things that made me think he wanted, at the very least, to be friends. He took me on that mini-vacation a few weeks ago, and he still showed me hole-in-the-wall places to eat that I wouldn’t have discovered on my own. I didn’t know how to break through his walls. Every time I got through one layer, another was added.

  As we ate, the silence in the room was heavy. I tried to think up something we could talk about on neutral ground, but we had already discussed the food. I could think of nothing else that would carry a conversation for more than a few one-word answers on his part.

  Later, back at our temporary offices, he said, “There’s something I need to talk to you about.”

  Inwardly I sighed with relief. “What is it?”

  He got up and closed the double doors to the conference room so that his assistant, who had a desk just outside, couldn’t hear. I looked at him, wondering what was coming.

  “This coming Sunday is mine, correct?”

  I nodded and crossed my arms. Is he calling it off? But no. He had other plans. “I want to have anal sex with you, if you’re comfortable with that.”

  I leaned back in my chair. I’d never tried it before. I came close once with my last boyfriend, but ended up chickening out after my friends told me horror stories about their first experience. Pierce waited for an answer. “Have you done it before with other girls?” I asked.

  “Yes, but I want to do it with you.”

  I felt somewhat at ease knowing that he knew at least a little bit about what he was doing. “I haven’t ever tried anything close to that before. You’re going to have to go slow with me.”

  “I can do that. So are you okay with doing it or should I think up something else?”

  “I want to try it, so I’m willing to do it.”

  “Good, we’ll still plan for Sunday evening?”

  “Yes,” I said. How would I even prepare? Suddenly an old friend from college popped into my mind. Her nickname in school was Backdoor Penny; she was the only girl in our group who enjoyed anal sex—at least she said she did. She also had been saving her first time with vaginal intercourse for when she was married. I didn’t really see the point, but I’d never been a religious person and she was to some extent.

  After Pierce got back to work, I decided to see if Kat was online. We hadn’t really spoken since we had been together, but I was hoping that asking her for advice would break the ice a little bit. Maybe it could be like old times again. Before she became a lesbian, she had experimented with all kinds of men. Different positions, different locations. I knew she would know what to say about my current concerns about taking Pierce’s penis from behind.

  As soon as I sent her an e-mail, my screen lit up with her reply.

  Kat: What’s up, friend? Long time, no talk.

  Me: I’m doing well, and sorry. I know I’ve been awful. I’ve been swamped working on this damn casino. Right now, I’m simply trying to keep my head above water.

  I leaned back in my chair and waited for her response.

  Kat: Don’t worry about it. I think we both needed a little space after our last time together. But what’s up? Anything on your agenda for sexual Sunday or whatever you kids call it?

  Me: Funny you should mention that . . .

  I took a deep breath as I typed. For some reason, I was embarrassed asking for advice about this. Shouldn’t I have done this by now? Shouldn’t I be more experienced? I shook my head. This was, after all, the very reason I had agreed to the Sunday arrangements. I didn’t think about how awkward this would be. Why didn’t I think this through? I could lie and say that I just wanted to get in touch with old friends, but she really was the only person I knew who could give me real advice. I could also just research it more, but I was already talking to a person who had a lot of experience—as long as the rumors weren’t false in college.

  Me: You are the only person I could think of who would give me honest advice, and I understand completely if you don’t want to answer it.

  Kat: Enough with the prefaces, Lo. Spill it. What’s he got you doing now?

  Me: He wants to try anal sex with me and I agreed to it, but don’t know anything about it and I don’t have anyone else I could talk to about it. I would like some advice from someone I know rather than an Internet blog article . . .

  I waited with a fluttery stomach for her reply. Woul
d she call me sick and never want to speak to me again, or would she actually give me something that would calm my nerves? The icon to let me know I had a new message popped up, and I clicked on it.

  Kat: You’ve never tried anal? Sheeshkabobs, Lo. If this lesbo has taken it from behind, it’s time you discovered the glorious encounter yourself.

  Me: Ha ha. Okay. Just tell me what I can expect, I guess.

  Kat: You aren’t offending me! I still love anal to this day, just don’t tell my future girlfriend. I’m more than happy to help out someone who wants to try it for the first time. First, you are going to want to find out whether or not you like having your anus touched and played with. If you like that, then there is a good chance you will like anal sex. You can do that by yourself or with your partner. You’ll also want to make sure you use lots of lube. I had my first time with spit and a prayer—not the best sex I ever had, I can say that much. Now it doesn’t really matter, but I’m used to it. For a newbie, I would recommend lots of lube. I hope that helped?

  Me: Where would I be without you, Kat?

  Kat: A virgin living in her office, probably.

  I laughed out loud as I read her words. She was right. She had always been an advocate for getting me out of my office cocoon. I had just needed Pierce to really push me over the edge to test my wings.

  Me: It did help a lot, thank you! But I do have one question—how do I keep it from becoming gross and embarrassing? Remember Sandra from college? She used to tell me some horrible stories about what happened to her.

  Kat: Sandra was a drama queen and from what Jake told me a few years later, she made most of that up. Trust me, it’s not nearly as bad as she made us girls think. I’ve never had an issue with it becoming gross, but if you’re really worried about it . . . take a dump a few hours before and then take a shower and gently clean the area. You should be good after that.

  Me: Thanks, Kat. I owe ya.

  Kat: I have a feeling you’ll make it up to me somehow . . . Go get laid.

  Even though she assured me that all would be fine, I went ahead and researched how to keep everything clean. Most people said the same thing; and others said if it made a person feel better they could use a wide array of things to help make themselves feel clean. I didn’t think I wanted to go to such extremes; it wasn’t something that bothered me enough to take it that far. I only hoped that Pierce felt as good in the ass as he did in the pussy.

  ~*~*~*~

  It was Friday evening, and I was home alone. Usually I was out with Pierce scouting some place before falling into bed as soon as I got home. I honestly didn’t know what to do with myself. I could work on the other projects I had going on, but then I would have less work for the weekends. I didn’t want to go out or read a book. . . . I hadn’t been bored like this since I was a teenager. My thoughts wandered to what Kat told me this afternoon. She said I should find out whether or not I liked being touched and played with in that area. I wished Pierce were here; I would ask him to help me experiment. It didn’t seem like a fun idea to try it alone.

  I was sitting with my laptop on my bed. I moved it aside and lay down on my back. I couldn’t just go right to touching myself; I needed something to think about first. I closed my eyes and tried to come up with something that would turn me on.

  Images flashed in my mind of the times I had been with Pierce, Lucas, and things I’d watched. Finally I settled on both Pierce and Lucas and last week. It might not have been one of Pierce’s favorite times with me, but I enjoyed it. I wouldn’t object if it were to happen again, though I doubted Pierce had any desire to.

  The two of them are with me again, this time in my bed. They’ve already taken off their clothes and are on either side of me. They’re undressing me, taking off the blue silk pajamas I normally wear to bed. Lucas is working on the buttons on the top, and Pierce is slipping my pajama pants down my legs. Their warm hands caress my skin, and I revel in the way my skin tingles from their touches.

  Soon my clothes are gone as well. Lucas is touching and kissing my breasts, his warm tongue doing wonders for building my pleasure at the pit of my stomach. Pierce moves down my body and bends my legs at the knee. His hands caress my outer thighs as he places kisses on my inner thighs. I love when he does that.

  I removed my actual clothes now. I liked where this fantasy was going. My hand moved over my breasts and down my stomach.

  Pierce is running the tip of his hot tongue over my swollen folds, and Lucas is kissing me, his strong hand cupping my cheek.

  My fingers traveled down to my pussy and began massaging the area just above my clit. I arched my back into my touch and bit my lower lip. I moved two fingers downward and pushed them into my entrance, and my juices covered my fingers.

  Pierce’s tongue moves farther down, past my entrance and to my ass. His tongue moves around the area. It feels good. Lucas’s hand comes down my body to massage my clit, while Pierce continues to move his warm tongue over my ass.

  I pulled my fingers out of my entrance and moved them down to my ass. I gently moved my slick fingers over the area—it wasn’t an unpleasant feeling. As I got more daring, I pushed the tip of a finger into the tight area and moved it around a little. It was different. I couldn’t quite explain it, but I could see why people liked it. I could also see Pierce and I doing similar things without regret on my part. An odd sense of pleasure filled me; it was starting to tip over the edge. I used my other hand to rub at my clit and moaned out one of the stronger orgasms I’d ever given myself. I couldn’t wait until I could play with Pierce on Sunday.

  ~*~*~*~

  I was in the bathroom at work. It was Saturday, and I was on the phone with my mother. “I’m good, Mom. I was wondering if I flew out for a few hours on Monday, would you be free? I need to talk to you about something, and I don’t want to do it over the phone.”

  “I should be. It’s just me at home now with you kids gone and your father away on a business trip in Tokyo. Is it serious? Should I worry?”

  “It’s serious to some degree, but it’s nothing to do with me. I’m fine. I just need to talk to you about the past.”

  “The past? Wouldn’t it be easier if you just asked me over the phone?”

  “Yes, but I don’t want to. I want to see you.”

  “All right, what time do you want me to have the limo pick you up?”

  “I’ll fly out early and leave in the evening, so around eight.”

  “Okay, I’ll see you Monday, Lauren. I love you.”

  “I love you, too.” I hung up the phone and took a deep breath. It was done; I would finally know what happened between my father and Julia Maverick.

  I returned to Pierce in the conference room; as always he was working away on his laptop. I now knew he probably wasn’t only working on plans for the casino. I sat down to work on my own projects, but as I was designing a plan for the line of eco-friendly makeup I wanted the company to produce, my mind just wasn’t in it.

  “You know what I haven’t been to see since I was a kid when my grandparents would take me? A harvest festival. I want to go to one again.”

  Pierce stopped working. “You’re bringing this up because . . .”

  “There’s a harvest festival going on somewhere. Yesterday, after work, I stopped by the market to get some dinner, and I heard people talk about it and how excited they were to go to it this weekend. I want to check it out.”

  “All right, then go. I’ll stay here.”

  I sighed. “It’s no fun to go by myself.” I stood and walked over to him. I closed his laptop and pulled him up from his chair. “You need some fun, too. We’ll both go home and change and then we can meet at the festival.”

  “Why do you want to change clothes? We don’t even know where it’s being held.”

  “You really want to walk around Las Vegas in these business clothes? I did that once already. I don’t plan on doing it again anytime soon. Your assistant can get the address for us.” I pulled him toward the confer
ence doors, not giving him a choice in the matter.

  He told his assistant that we’d need the address for the harvest festival going on and that she should text it to him.

  “I’ll just pick you up at your place in an hour,” he said as he got into his car.

  At home I changed into a T-shirt, a pair of jean shorts, old tennis shoes, and a baseball cap. I looked nothing like my business self and that made me happy; hopefully no one would recognize me.

  Almost on the dot, Pierce was there to pick me up. His attire was similar to mine, but instead of a cap he was wearing sunglasses. “Better?” he asked. I smiled and nodded before we made our way down to his car.

  I felt like a little kid as we pulled up to the festival. The air smelled of fried food. People bustled around, and vendors sold various trinkets, stuffed animals, and artwork. Pierce seemed hesitant to walk amongst such a huge crowd of people. I took his hand in mine and led the way.

  “What are you doing?” he asked.

  “There are so many people here no one will recognize us. It doesn’t exactly scream ‘celebrity affair.’ Besides, I’m just helping you through the crowd.”

  He allowed me to continue holding his hand as we looked at the different stands and tried some of the grilled foods they offered, like corn and smoked meats. I went a little crazy buying all the different food. I bought several paintings for my apartment back home in New York and also some jewelry. Pierce bought a painting and a necklace for his little sister, Natalie.

  “Do you miss your sister?” I asked as we took a break from walking to sit on a bench.

  “Yeah, though I feel more like her dad. I was seventeen when she was born, so it wasn’t like we could bond playing with blocks. My father is too old and cynical to be a good father to her, and my stepmother barely looks away from the mirror long enough to say two words to her,” he said. He fiddled with an ocean-side print that hung on the vendor’s table. “She’s been raised mostly by nannies, but when I’m in town, I always make sure to help her with her homework and take her to do kid things. She’s growing up too fast, and I don’t like it. If I had my way, I would adopt her so that she wouldn’t have to deal with the parents she got stuck with.”