The Christmas Bet

by Alice Ward

  I begin to stroke harder, faster, as I imagined looking my fill. My eyes traveled farther down her body, past her subtle hips, my gaze landed on the beautifully shaped hair just above her pussy. Her petal pink lips glistened beneath a thin strip of curls, her raven-colored hair trimmed neatly, ready to be touched.

  I pulsed my hand harder and forced my lungs to suck in air. My fucking god, she was perfection, and I was already close.

  I reeled myself in, slowed down, took a look at her legs. In my mental picture, they were shapely, strong, and lean, with no evidence of injury. I was still marveling at the beauty of her body when she advanced like a cat stalking its prey in the tall grass. Her eyes were fixed on mine, sparkling with desire. Her lips were plump and moist, shimmering with pink lip gloss as she gracefully straddled my lap and eyed my tortured cock. Fuck, she was sexy.

  She didn’t tease or stroke, but rubbed her naked center over my rigid erection. Immediately, a shout escaped me. Every muscle in my body went painfully rigid. My heart sent shock waves throbbing through my veins that had my cock leaping so high I felt her opening at my tip. I clamped my hands down on her hips to control the urge to grind up into her. Press her hips down. Shoot my cock into her and fuck her until we were both bruised and limp.

  Instead, I gritted my teeth and let her sensuous dance continue as she ignited every nerve in my body. My skin was electric with sensation as she undulated, my aching dick already drizzled with pre-cum and her wetness. I could feel the soft brush of her pubic hair tickle my shaft as it slid up the length. The moist velvet of her pussy lips painting me with her juices as she stroked herself against my engorged mushroom head, gently rocking back and forth on the tip.

  Her fingers curled around the base of my shaft and tugged it closer to her body. Then with gentle beckoning strokes that made it grow harder and more ready for her, she pressed me deeper into her folds, building more friction as she moved her hips over me.

  “Please,” I begged, the blood forcing my cock upright, my need blinding. A shiver coursed down my spine and it took everything in me not to throw her onto the bed and take her like I was some kind of animal. My body was glistening with sweat as I fought for a rationale I no longer possessed.

  She leaned into me, her near naked body against my chest as she softly pressed her lips to mine. Her taut nipples grazed over my shirt, her mouth giving me just a taste of her frosted cherry lip gloss.

  I wanted her to linger there so I could relish her mouth, but she moved downward to my neck, first kissing then biting. Streaks of electric fire shot to my cock.

  All that existed was tension and heat.

  I bit my lip and willed my cock not to explode in her hand. I had to have her.

  She trailed kisses down my chest to my nipples, teasing them with her tongue. At the same time, one hand gently floated across my body, tracing the contours and ripples formed by my labor in the gym. The other hand smoothed fingers over the dew beading on the tip of my cock and glazed it across the head. Holding it firmly, she gently stroked, and I quivered under her — the sensations of her hand playing my cock had me no longer able to resist my urges.

  I hooked my hand around the back of her neck and pulled her face to mine until I could look into those gorgeous eyes. I wanted to push the mask away from her face, but I didn’t dare lose her trust in such a way. Instead, I devoured her in a kiss, her fingers tightening on my dick. Her mouth was tender and soft, sweet as my tongue explored it. And she explored mine in return.

  I forced one hand to release from her hip and it took its own journey upward, tracing the contours of her body. Into the dip of her waist. Over the ribs that showed just a little too much. Around the beautiful curve of her breast to her breastbone. Then straight down in a firm line that pushed through the center of her soft breasts and down her tight stomach to her hip again, then her long, elegant thighs.

  She pumped my cock harder as my finger neared her soft, moist center. I tore my mouth from hers and nibbled down her neck to her firm breast, where I found the pebbled bud of her nipple, drawing it deep into my mouth. A gasp escaped her lips as my finger found the silky folds of her entrance and slid toward her wet and ready center before unceremoniously driving inside her. She was warm and tight, her pussy sucking on my finger as a long cry escaped her throat.

  Unable to wait any longer, I shifted her hips, positioning myself next to my finger, poised to plunge into her.

  Yet I waited. And held my finger still inside her.

  “Please,” My mouth detached from her nipple and found her ear, “let me have you.”

  She smiled slyly as her pussy writhed on my finger. “No,” she teased.

  “Why not?” The words were torture, even my lungs were burning for her.

  “Because.” Her breath hitched as she dislodged herself from my finger and held my dick firmly in her hand. “I’ll have you,” she demanded as she quickly slid my steely erection into her heat.

  I gasped as she ground herself down to my balls, resting there a moment so I could feel her tight pussy sheathed over my aching cock.

  “Stay still,” she ordered as she carefully rocked back and forth, my cock so hard now that I couldn’t decide if I felt more pleasure or pain.

  “Fuck.” I clenched my jaw as I clung to the shreds of my restraint while she maneuvered back and forth, driving deeper into her core. I dug my fingers into her thighs to keep myself from taking control.

  “Shhh,” she playfully scolded as she took my mouth with hers again, her rhythm steady as she rocked on me, driving me insane.

  With want battering my brain, my hands found her breasts, squeezing the soft flesh while I used every ounce of my endurance to withhold myself from thrusting into her deep and fast. My tongue mirrored the needs of my dick as I drove it into her mouth as if to consume her.

  A laugh vibrated against my lips. She knew the effort it was taking to keep from rocketing into her. She ended our kiss with a simple peck then slid over to my ear.

  “Good boy,” she purred as she bit it gently and sped up her ride, bouncing and building the friction between us.

  “Please, let me take you,” I growled. I couldn’t let her have the control much longer, but couldn’t risk her withdrawing from me.

  She lifted herself off of me in response, like I was somehow misbehaving. My cock came out of her with a pop and stood in the cool air, deprived and abandoned.

  Her eyes were still commanding me to stay still as her fingers found me, rigid and slick with our combined juices. She rubbed my tortured member across the opening to her warm pussy, letting only the tip dip in for a moment, then slip out again.

  I groaned with pleasure, sweat running down my temple to my neck and into my open collar. She rubbed, dipped, over and over again.

  Rub.

  Dip.

  My balls clenched so tight, I had to think about Duk fucking a Jewel to keep from coming. I moved my hands down to her ass.

  She switched it up by rubbing her thumb over my engorged head, centering then massaging the slit before letting the tip go into her again. The mix of cool air, gentle stroke, and warm pussy had my stomach knotting. I didn’t dare beg her again, and a thin sheen of sweat glossed my body. My resistance was waning.

  She kissed me, the tip of her tongue darting into my mouth, and then lodged herself on me again, grinding, pushing me in deep. A long exhale cooled my fire for a moment, until she began rocking back and forth as she had before. I buried my face in her neck, breathing in the scent of her spiced perfume, taking solace in her soft skin.

  “Do you want me?” she asked, wrapping her legs around my waist with my cocked plunged so far inside of her I felt the tip hit her cervix.

  “Do you need to ask?” I shivered, squeezing her firm buttocks, raw craving and ravaged nerves wracking my body with electricity.

  She wiggled, swirling her hips sensuously, dancing on my lap. Her eyes were glazed, the skin on her cheeks that I could see flushed. She also was heated and close to
orgasm.

  My hand slid down her glistening body to find her engorged clit. Two could play this game. My finger dove gently between her folds and slowly rubbed her swollen bud, until she cried out, “Yes!”

  I then pressed my finger harder, rubbing her sweet spot intently, flicking up and down as her ambrosia wet my finger. My cock pulsed inside her and her breath sputtered.

  I gritted my teeth to keep from releasing into her, as I wasn’t anywhere near ready to finish.

  While I intensified the movement of my finger, so did her pace, until she was bearing down on me hard and fast. Her face flushed a pretty pink, her breathing caught and her high-pitched mewls had me cursing then giving encouragement. Her orgasm was so intense, I gripped her naked body against mine as it shuddered and quaked.

  I’d been so focused on her pleasure that I had practically forgotten my own.

  Tempered by her release, she kissed my cheek breathlessly and cooed, “Now, you may take me.”

  I lifted her off my cock for a moment as I scooped her up into my arms and laid her next to me on the lounger. Hovering over her, I took a moment to marvel at her beautiful form, still elegantly draped in sheer, gauzy cloth.

  I angled in for a kiss as my fingers forced her legs apart. I wanted her more than any woman I’d ever met. Positioning myself over her as she spread her legs wide, she opened her beautiful body to me.

  I’d been given the freedom to play in heaven, so I thrust myself in deeply. Without hesitating, I pulled out then pumped in again. In and out of her, while she met me, her hips urging me on. I felt my heavy balls slap against her ass repeatedly as she moaned, and our rhythm increased. Her pelvis met my thrusts, and soon, I was laying all my weight on her as my cock buried deeper and deeper. Until I couldn’t hold myself together any longer.

  With an intoxicating sensation rocketing my groin, the friction increased as we met an incredible crescendo. She screamed out my name as my body filled with heat. Buried deep inside of her, my balls twitched and released, and I pumped my cum straight into her.

  Fuck… I pumped it straight onto my own damn shirt.

  I laughed, and the world slowly came spinning back into focus as I heaved heavy breaths, my entire body plastered with sweat. I’d never been so drawn into a fantasy that I’d forgotten where I was.

  Holy fuck, that was amazing.

  My body cooled as I looked down at myself, the mess I’d made. And I couldn’t make myself give a damn. Finally, my cock sat flaccidly in my lap. Shit, I’d never gotten myself off so hard before, and it had felt so fucking real.

  I shook my head. Must be the druglike effect of this place.

  I took a package of thick, wet towelettes from the shelf below the bedside table and cleaned off my hand and clothes. I couldn’t help but be impressed by the load I shot as I struggled to catch my breath.

  Clean, my head still spun with the clingy scent of oranges and jasmine. I needed to get out of here and get some fresh air.

  CHAPTER NINE

  Adara

  All I wanted to do was go back to my apartment. I felt off-center and unbalanced.

  I never wanted to do anything like that, ever again.

  But I was lying to myself. I would absolutely do that again, but only with him.

  Then why did I refuse to see him again?

  I breathed a heavy sigh, tired of needing to be on the offensive every waking moment. I walked out of the pleasure room, unsure of where to go. When I usually finished my performance for the evening, I went back to the dressing room, put on my clothes and the velvet cape, and exited the back door to the women’s apartments up the hill.

  The Jewels were mandated to stay in the main building during their shifts, until early morning. Since I wasn’t a Jewel exactly, I wasn’t held to the same rules, which meant I spent a lot of time alone in my apartment. Usually, spending so much time on my own got boring, but at the moment, all I wanted to do was run to the safety of my sanctuary.

  Now, I worried about leaving without being excused, even though I knew I wouldn’t be asked to entertain anyone else. My muscles seized as a question occurred to me… would I?

  What if this was only the beginning? What if Mr. Wellington was only meant to warm me up to Jack?

  Then I would refuse. I’d save my share of the money. I needed it, because one day I would eventually drum up enough guts to get out of this place and live my life again.

  I wanted to be in my own space, but I had to force myself to keep a slow and measured pace. With the seductive environment of the pleasure rooms, Jewel insisted that anyone moving through the halls when clients were present from Monday through Saturday — everyone had Sundays off — keep a sensual rhythm. Patrons walked halls, ensuring all rules were obeyed.

  Because I hadn’t spent much time in this part of the theater, I was a little disoriented in the dark, heavily scented corridor. No one had told me what to do after I met with Mr. Wellington. Usually, when the Jewels were with regular patrons, they had to stay and consult with their hostess before being excused. If anyone left early, their payment would be heavily levied.

  Anne had been our hostess. I would have to remember to call her Alma here. I liked her more than the rest of them.

  Most of the hostesses were Jewels in training, and despite all the reasons I could conjure for why being a Jewel was the worst job in the world, most made a lot of money. The hostesses had to be the very best at what they did, upsell significantly, and be noticed by management in order to earn the right to be a Jewel. Hosting was hard work but better than being on the streets.

  Many hostesses were self-absorbed back stabbers ready to dethrone anyone who got in their way. Anne wasn’t like that. She was a nice college kid who only worked at Jewel a few nights a week. Hostesses had a choice to live on campus or not. If they lived here, they had a better chance of leveling up. If they didn’t want to live on campus, host work was almost like any other job. They didn’t have to take offers from clients if they didn’t want to.

  I wandered the dimly lit halls outside the pleasure rooms, trying to find the hostess lounge. It was an incredibly luxurious place, but knowing what went on behind those doors had me tiptoeing for fear a sex-crazed maniac with a hard-on would pop out and attack me.

  I covered my mouth with my hand as a giddy snort popped out of me unexpectedly. I picked up my pace, as if I could distance myself from the joyful wave Mr. Make-love-to-you had lifted me up on.

  After walking into several of the wrong employee lounges — lavish, richly appointed rooms — I finally found Anne in the hostess lounge. The area was small with a few chairs and TVs mounted on every wall that monitored the public areas.

  “Hey there,” I said as I popped my head inside the door.

  Anne jumped out of her chair and stood barefooted, toppling the outrageously tall heals sitting on the floor beside her.

  “Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you.” I quietly walked into the room.

  “No, you’re okay.” She smiled and sank back into her seat. “I’m just getting a little sleepy. I thought for a second I might have dozed off.” She yawned and stretched her limbs. Cringed as she angled her feet back into her spiked pumps.

  “You don’t have to get up, I just wanted to know if I could go home? I was done talking with Mr. Wellington about a half hour ago.”

  The other girls looked at me strangely, as it was well known I didn’t see clients. Each hostess had a cell phone they clung to should they get a call for service.

  I took a deep breath, feeling my anxiety mount. I wanted to get out of this place and get some air so I could breathe properly again.

  “Let me check with Brandy,” she said, pulling her phone out of her jacket. “Did you like being with Mr. Wellington?”

  I shrugged. I couldn’t let them know that his face, his beautiful body, and his powerful erection were haunting my every thought. I had been chastising myself for lusting after the man while I bumbled through the halls, lost in a lust-driven haze.


  “He’s nice enough, I guess,” I answered, hoping I sounded disinterested.

  Her eyes lit up. “I think he’s lovely. Very gentlemanly.”

  Why did that make anger close up my throat?

  Anne was gorgeous, and the sudden rush of jealousy that spiked through my heart was completely unexpected.

  “Maybe, but it’s probably all for show. Men like him are like that.” I knew I was being a bitch, but Anne was naive. I was most likely right. Mr. Wellington was a fantasy man in the fantasy land of a sex club, where no truly decent man would ever spend his evenings.

  “Do you think so?”

  “I mean, he frequents a sex club.” I watched her expression plummet. It shouldn’t have, but it felt good to watch her infatuation tame a little.

  She leaned forward and pressed her lips to my ear. “He gave me three thousand dollars.”

  I lowered my voice too. “Yeah, he was probably trying to guilt you into a quick romp. Billionaires have been known to do that.” I had to shut up and let the poor girl have her dream, but she had three grand. My dose of reality could only be a favor.

  “You’re right,” she said as her shoulders fell.

  The iPhone in her hand buzzed and she put it on speaker as she answered. “Hi, Brandy. Adara is finished with Mr. Wellington, can she be excused?”

  “Not yet,” was her answer.

  “What?” Fear punched through my stomach. “Give me that,” I said as I grabbed the phone from Anne and held it up in front of me. “What do you mean I can’t be excused? What the fuck, Brandy?” My eye twitched as I tried to contain my temper.

  “Take me off speaker,” she ordered.

  I did and put the phone to my ear. “I’m ready to go.”

  “I’m sure you are,” Brandy said in her calm, honey-smooth voice. “Just one more thing before you do.”

  Ice raced up my spine. Everything was wrong, her tone of voice, the fact that I wasn’t being rushed out of here. Something was off.

  “Mr. Marshall—”

  The name was light gas to my rising fury. “What about Mr. Marshall? I told you I would never accept his offer.”