“For the remainder of the interview, Jezebel, would you mind putting your hands inside your shirt and pinching your nipples? You know, since this is strictly professional?”
Through clenched teeth she answered, “Of course, Mr. Horner.”
She slipped her hands inside her silk blouse and into the cups of her barely-there bra. Her fingers quickly found her taut nipples and tugged on them, intensifying the ache between her legs. Her orgasm was so close she was ready to scream.
“Jezebel?”
Jack’s voice brought her back from the edge. She forced her mind to her business, to the spread in Big Cock Billionaire Magazine, to anything other than Jack and the heat and the hungry throb between her legs. “I’ve already started your profile and have a few suitable candidates in mind. I can find your perfect match, Jack. Trust me.”
“And you don’t want me for your own anymore?”
Jez shifted her hips, trying to keep herself from bearing down against the tremors. “No. I just want to do my job.”
“Sweet Buddha on a cinnamon roll!” One of the ogling businessmen had soaked the front of his own pants and was wiping himself with a napkin. The old couple nearby were holding hands, the woman’s eyes closed, the man with his hand down her pants.
“Watching you is making me hard, Jez. Really hard. We could go into the bathroom. You could suck my cock. I could fuck you. You could come, be as loud as you want.”
Did she want to? She needed to. What she wouldn’t give to feel him thrusting up into her, bringing her sweet release. “I just want to do… my job. Find you… wife.”
“But we’ve had so many good times, since that night that you took the beans off my erection. Remember?”
Of course, she remembered. She could feel his soft tip now, taste…
No, no, no…
“That’s… behind us, Jack. It didn’t work out.”
“But maybe it could…”
Her skirt was around her waist now, and she could see diners craning their necks to get a glimpse between her legs. She glanced down and spotted the pink butterfly emerging from the confines of her skimpy thong, in full view of half the restaurant. Without prompting from Jack, she’d begun to pinch her nipples harder, surrendering to the pleasure.
“We could put on a show right now for all of them,” Jack said, his voice soft, teasing, tempting. “Just think how good that would feel, how right…”
Jezzy’s orgasm hovered, just within reach, drawing her, powerful as Jack’s entreaties.
No. She couldn’t give in. She’d worked so hard. She had to prove herself. She couldn’t fail. Forcing her face to relax, she said, “It’s over Jack. But I can help you find true happiness.”
Jack stared at her for a long moment, then once again, he raised the device.
Oh, please! No more, please! I can’t take it. Please don’t turn this infernal device on higher. Jezebel felt close to tears. She couldn’t believe she’d lasted this long, her whole body was pulsing, and if Jack turned the device one notch higher, she would explode into screaming orgasm. There would be no more holding back.
Jack’s finger pressed down…
And turned the device off.
Thank heavens! Jezebel blew out a sigh of relief.
“I’m impressed Jezebel. You really remained professional. You stayed in control.”
“Thank you, Mr. Horner.”
“I guess whatever was between us has no power over you now, and you are in the perfect position to find me a wife.”
Jezzy nodded, her whole body buzzing too hard for her to form thoughts, or words, or unintelligible sound.
“There’s one more thing.” Jack motioned to the waiter, and he brought another box to the table. White and tied with a big pink ribbon as the last had been, this one was two feet long and one foot wide.
Jezebel swallowed. Her pussy throbbed with need, clenching, and somewhere deep inside, she hoped the package contained a dildo as big as the box itself. “What is this?”
“Something to help you service me. I mean, provide this matchmaking service for me. I think they will help you do your job.”
“They?”
“Open it.”
Jezebel untied the pink ribbon and lifted the box’s lid. Inside was a pair of black, leather boots. Not regular boots, but sexy ones with spike heels that stretched to mid-thigh.
“I’d love it if you’d wear them, Jezzy.”
She tore her attention from the sexy footwear and focused on Jack. “I thought things were over between the two of us.”
“They are. You just proved it.”
“Then I don’t understand why you want me to wear these.”
“This isn’t about you and me. I want you to show my future wife what turns me on,” Jack said, staring down at her bunched up skirt, drenched thong, and the moisture glistening on her inner thighs. “And I’d appreciate it if you’d skip the panties, too. There’s nothing sexier than a bare puss and boots.”
Snow White Isn’t as Pure as She Looks…
An hour later, wearing the sexy boots and nothing under her skirt, Jezebel emerged from the restaurant’s restroom, the remote-control vibrator stashed inside her purse next to the tablet computer she used to run her dating algorithms.
Unfortunately, after eating lunch and then freshening up, she hadn’t had time to satisfy herself, and her sensitive areas were so aroused, Jez felt as if the butterfly was still in place.
“Ready with my first match?” Jack asked, holding the door open.
Jezzy walked out into the sun, cool air swirling up under her skirt and inspiring chills to race over her skin. “We’re meeting her at the Brothers Grimm Country Club.”
“Is that a private club?”
“No. The Brothers Grimm are in the public domain.”
“Hmm. That sounds promising.” Jack’s gaze skimmed up Jezzy’s legs and over her skirt, pausing on her prim, professional blouse.
A flush of heat followed Jack’s roaming eyes, and Jezzy’s nipples hardened in response.
“I’ve heard rumors that there’s a new all-nudity rule at the country club,” he said with a little smile.
Jezzy swallowed into a dry throat. In her haste to set up the meeting, she’d forgotten the club’s new rules. Not that it mattered. Jack was there to look for a sexual soulmate. Nudity was bound to happen in that kind of search.
At least if you were doing it right.
“A group of eccentrics who made their fortune in diamond mining bought the place,” Jezzy mused. “They have an interesting vision.”
Jack focused on her erect nipples, poking out through the conservative attire. He grinned. “So it’s true? No one is allowed to wear clothes?”
“It’s true. The atmosphere might help you get to know your future wife as quickly as possible.”
“Strip away our defenses? Bare our, uh, souls? Good idea.”
“I told you I know my job. I’ll find you a wife who is the perfect sexual fit for you. You’re not going to regret hiring me for this, Jack.”
“I’m sure I won’t. And I can’t wait to start the process. Now come with me. We’ll take my motorcycle.”
He led her to a beautiful bike parked in front of the Bean King offices. All gleaming chrome and powerful twin engines, the motorcycle wasn’t a model Jez had ever seen before.
“It’s beautiful.”
“Thanks. I figure it will give my future wife a reason to grab me and hold on. Shall we?”
“Uh, we? You want me to ride with you?” Jez glanced down at her skirt, painfully aware of her nudity underneath.
“We need to get to the country club, right? You know, transportation? Is there a problem?”
“No, no, of course not.” If he hadn’t remembered she was no longer wearing panties, Jez wasn’t going to bring it up. She’d just have to find a way to make it work.
Jack gave her a neon pink helmet, pulled on his own slick, silver model, and hopped on the bike. Jez hiked up her skirt
as much as she dared and slung a leg over, settling behind him. She was relieved to find the black leather seat curved upward in the back enough to hide her bottom. Of course, it also cradled her between the legs and tilted her forward, her nipples brushing Jack’s back.
I’m here to do a job, she told herself. Not to get off. And not to get back together with my ex. I’m a pro. I can handle anything.
Jack started the bike’s engine, and it growled to life, making things so much worse. Jezzy’s seat cupped her mound like a warm vibrating hand, threatening to send her over the edge. She tightened her grip around Jack’s waist and bit her lip in an attempt to stamp down her rocketing arousal.
“Ooooh,” she moaned.
“All right back there?” Jack turned his head toward her.
“I, uh, have just never been on a motorcycle like this one before.”
“I had it custom made to massage your most sensitive areas. I mean, a woman’s most sensitive areas. Not you in particular. But do you like it?”
“It’s quite comfortable, yes.” Although comfortable wasn’t the right word. More like exquisite torture. The remote control vibrator test might be over, but that didn’t mean Jezzy could give up her professional demeanor. Grabbing hold of a client and screaming out endless orgasms was not generally acceptable behavior while trying to find him a wife.
Jack started the bike, and they were off, the twin engines roaring loud enough to mask Jezzy’s involuntary moans. Each tiny bump and dip in the road shot through her like a lightning bolt, and moisture had begun to trickle down her thighs. Jack didn’t seem to notice, even though he did kind of rev the engine more than necessary, and sort of went out of his way to hit pot holes.
At a red light, when Jezebel was about ready to scream, Jack turned his head and said, “So, tell me about the woman who might become my wife.”
“She’s… um… renowned for her beauty. Skin as white as snow, lips as red as rubies. Hair as black as night. A pussy so tight she can crack walnuts. Seriously, people from miles around visit her when they have jars they can’t open. Her muscle control is extraordinary.”
“And she’s… adventurous?”
“Of course. My algorithm rates her ninety-six-percent compatible with you.”
“Is that good?”
“I designed the system when we were still dating, and you and I are only fifty-five-percent compatible. So you see? Trust me, and I’ll find you a mate who’s perfect for you.”
“I trust you, Jez.”
The shiver that peppered her skin had nothing to do with the vibrations from the bike. And thinking back to when they were together, Jez had to admit that he’d always been supportive of her fantasies, whether they were sexual or ambitious, even when he’d had few ambitions of his own.
When they finally arrived at the nudist commune, Jezebel was thankful to finally climb off the motorcycle. Her pussy throbbed and ached for release. The continuous stimulation had her clinging to the edge, and she was grateful for a moment to compose herself before they entered the huge, wrought iron country club gates.
That moment never materialized.
“Mr. Horner! Ms. Jezebel! Welcome to the Brothers Grimm Country Club.”
A small fellow with a big smile stepped out of the guard house flanking the gates. A beard draped over his belly, brushing his large, uncircumcised manhood.
“I’m Rumpleforeskin, at your service.”
With a wave of his hand, the barrier swung open, and Jez and Jack stepped inside.
Green lawns rolled, surging over hills and plunging into valleys, smooth as a woman’s curves. Boxwood dotted the path leading to the golf course, their plush evergreen foliage sculpted into phallic shapes and famous nudes. David here. A three-dimensional Birth of Aphrodite there. A Mona Lisa, topless with nipple clamps (maybe that’s what she’d been smiling about these past five hundred years.) Birds sang glorious tunes, but old ones that didn’t require licensing fees. The scent of roses perfumed the air. Everywhere Jezzy looked, there was beauty and a feast for the senses.
It was quite an improvement from the old county club, which was modeled after a sewage treatment plant, and had a staff that slapped guests and called them rude names, like “Sir Sucks-At-Life” and “Miss FartArse”. How that place had ever found investors, Jez couldn’t imagine.
“What you’ve done with the country club, it’s beautiful,” Jezzy told Rumpleforeskin.
“Agreed,” said Jack. “They used to call me ‘Mr. Jack-Off-In-A-Corner.’ How did they ever find investors?”
“Well, we’re under new management.” Rumpleforeskin winked at Jez. “And once you take off your clothes, you’ll only enhance the beauty, Ms. Jezebel. But leave the boots on. They’re super hot.” He sniffed, his nose zoning into her nether regions. “It’s not my business to pry, but you seem incredibly aroused. Do you and your husband need to take care of business? You can use my office.”
“Oh, he isn’t my husband,” Jezzy quickly said.
“Well, you seem to be on the very verge of orgasm. Would you like me to lick you? Shouldn’t take more than one or two strokes.”
She shivered. “Thank you for the offer, but I’m here on Mr. Horner’s time.”
The dwarf nodded, then sniffed at Jack’s crotch. “You also seem uncomfortably aroused. I can offer you the same service I offered the young lady. I happen to be gifted in that area.”
Rumpleforeskin stuck out his tongue and touched it to the tip of his nose. Then he licked his own eyebrows. Then he parted his hair and tucked it behind his ears.
“Very impressive,” Jack said, “but I’m afraid we are in a bit of a rush.”
“I understand. Another time, perhaps.”
Rumpleforeskin showed them to an undressing area next to the guard house and left them to remove their clothing.
Jezebel had never minded being nude. Truth be told, she loved it, often thinking she should take a vacation at an all-nude resort once Playing With Matches got off the ground. But as she started to unbutton her blouse, she felt a little quiver in her belly.
She glanced at Jack, who hadn’t even started to undress. “Something wrong?”
“Not at all. Just enjoying the view.”
He motioned at the landscaping outside the little changing hut, but Jezzy got the idea he wasn’t really referring to boxwood and green lawn. “Go ahead,” he said.
She turned her attention back to her blouse. The buttons pulled free, lower and lower, until the fabric parted, exposing her sheer, black bra, her nipples dark shadows poking out against the white curve of her breasts.
“Here, let me.” Jack circled behind her. His fingers caressed her back, and then he slipped the hooks free, and slid the bra off her arms.
Cool air swirled over her soft mounds and teased her nipples to lurid peaks.
“Do you need help with the skirt?” Jack asked, his voice carrying a huskiness it hadn’t moments before.
Jezzy swallowed hard. “I’ve got it. You focus on stripping off your own clothes.”
Bare breasts swaying, she unhooked the waistband of her skirt with shaking fingers. Soon she would be entirely exposed to Jack’s eyes. What’s more, he would be naked as well. And instead of imagining his strong, surging member, as she had in the restaurant, she would see it right in front of her, close enough to reach out and touch.
She faced away from Jack, unclasped the skirt and lowered it over her hips, down her thighs, over her boots, then when it was pooled on the floor, she stepped free. She bent at the waist to retrieve the garment.
Behind her, Jack groaned.
She turned around. He had taken off his shirt and tie and ditched his pants, wearing nothing now but a pair of tight boxer briefs that stretched to cover his bulge. His eyes ran over her heavy breasts and tingling nipples, then ran down her belly and focused on the shaved spot between her legs.
“You look good, Jez. That first view from behind almost undid me.”
Her already nervous stomach jumpe
d a little. “I thought… I mean you and I…”
“Are finished. Yes, I got that.” Jack pushed the briefs down his legs, and his magnificent erection sprang free. He looked down at its stiffness. “I’m sure this isn’t about you, exactly. I’m just, uh… excited to meet Snow White.”
“I can see that,” Jezebel said, unable to pull her eyes away from his manhood. His shaft was long and thick and corded with veins. And while a light dusting of hair sprinkled his chest and led like a trail over his belly and to his groin, his root was smooth-shaven, making him look even larger, his balls swinging heavy underneath. But the thing that drove her most insane about Jack’s cock was the prominent ridge and large head, so fun to circle with her tongue and take deep into her throat.
Her legs felt like rubber. She licked her lips, her mouth dry. “We should find Snow White. I’m sure she’s eager to meet you.”
Jack nodded. “Right. I can’t wait.”
They emerged from the changing hut and found Rumpleforeskin (although after a few seconds of staring at Jezebel’s nudity, his foreskin wasn’t so rumpled) and he led them up the path toward the golf course, trees and lovely exotic flowers on either side.
Jezebel remembered the flowers that had called to her after she’d climbed up the beanstalk in her last adventure. Robin the Puck had told her that the flowers would ravage her and make her come over and over again with no respite. She’d met Jack on that adventure. And before she could catch herself, her eyes slid to him.
He’d been working out a lot and his muscles rippled beneath his skin as he walked. And that stiff rod was calling to her. If only she could slide on top of it…
She snapped her gaze away. Stop it! You’re working for Jack now. And thinking about his big, thick, long, hard cock is only going to make you hornier. You are not here for yourself. You’re here to find Jack a suitable wife. You’re a professional.
Jez wondered how many more times she’d have to remind herself of that. Lots, probably. Then she willed herself to focus again on the flowers, wishing they were like Robin the Puck’s. If she was going to keep her composure around Jack, she needed to come, and soon.
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