Seduction

by Velvet

  Since Roy seemed to know quite a few people in the place, Sage whispered, “Who is that?”

  “Trouble.” He smirked.

  She walked between Sage and Roy, ran her hand up Roy’s arm, and said, “Hey, Baby, you’re looking exceptionally good this evening. I haven’t seen you around in a while, where have you been?”

  Roy was in his mid-forties, but looked every bit of thirty-five. He worked out regularly resulting in a taut midsection, firm shoulders, and buns of steel. He had a perpetual tan that highlighted his hazel eyes. Roy’s style was impeccable. With his London office within walking distance of Bond Street and Savile Row, he had his suits tailor-made. His casual clothes came from Canali, Pellini, and Lanvin, and were in muted tones of tan, gray, and black. “Hey, Babe.” He kissed her on the lips. “I’ve been in London.”

  “I’m glad you’re back,” she said, moving her body closer to his and returning his kiss.

  It was obvious these two were more than friends. Sage only knew Roy on a professional basis, and didn’t know if he was in a committed relationship or not. Seeing them in a lip lock made Sage feel like an unwanted third wheel. “Well, it looks like you guys want to be alone,” he said, finishing his drink. “Roy, call me once the plans are approved,” he said, and started to walk away.

  “Wait a minute.” She touched Sage’s arm. “Who said we want to be alone?”

  “I don’t want to intrude.” He put his empty glass on the bar.

  “It’s no intrusion, is it, Roy?” She looked up at him for validation.

  “Definitely not.” He turned to the bartender and ordered another round. “Sage, this is Lena,” he said, finally making an introduction.

  She turned her body toward Sage, extended her hand, and looked him up and down. “Nice to meet you.” She smiled.

  He glanced down and couldn’t help but stare into her cleavage. The low-cut dress barely covered her enlarged breasts, and he could see the top of her pink areolas. “Nice to meet you too,” he said, darting his eyes from her breasts to her face.

  Lena noticed Sage practically drooling at her titties, and smiled slyly. “Just so you know, they’re real.” She turned to Roy. “Aren’t they, Baby?”

  “Oh, yeah. One hundred percent.” He grabbed her by the waist and pulled her in front of him so that her ass was against his groin.

  Sage watched as she discreetly began grinding into Roy’s cock. They were making him horny, and he decided to go home and call Missy for some phone boning. “It was nice meeting you, Lena, but I really have to go.”

  “We’re leaving too.” She grabbed Roy’s hand. “And you’re coming with us.” She reached out for Sage’s hand. Standing between the two handsome men, and holding each one by the hand, Lena smiled. “Now this is what I call a dynamic duo.” Lena turned to the bartender. “Stan, cancel that round.”

  Sage was curious as to where they were headed, but decided to go with the flow and not ruin the mood with too many questions.

  Lena dropped both of their hands and led the way through the lounge and out the door with Roy and Sage following closely behind. Outside, she turned right and walked up a flight of steps to the first floor of the brownstone. She unlocked the door and stood to the side, inviting them into the apartment.

  Lena shut the door, walked over to the mantel, and lit a few votive candles. Sage looked around the room, which was sparsely furnished with a love seat and end table near the huge bay window and a few unopened boxes wedged in one corner. There were no pictures on the walls, and the hardwood floors were bare. From the looks of the apartment, he assumed that she’d recently moved in.

  After lighting the candles, Lena turned on the stereo and a soft, sexy French ballet began to play. She sauntered into the middle of the living room—which without much furniture looked like a dance floor—and began a slow striptease to the music. She unwrapped the tie around her waist that held her wrap dress together, causing the fabric to flow open, exposing her naked body.

  Sage watched as she swayed to the music and her overripe boobs swung from side to side. Unlike surgically enhanced breasts that barely moved, hers were jiggling all over the place. His mouth began to salivate at the thought of sucking on her nipples, and he licked his lips.

  She let the dress drop to the floor and danced over to Roy, who was also licking his lips. “Let’s show your friend how I like my tits sucked.”

  He didn’t say a word, just got on his knees and pulled her toward him, so that her nipples were directly on his lips. He stuck out his tongue and trailed the outline of her areola, before sucking her right nipple, and then the left.

  Sage’s dick was rising into an erection as he watched Roy feast from titty to titty. He unbuckled his belt, slipped his hand into his pants, and began stroking himself while watching his own private porn show.

  Lena looked over and saw him masturbating. “Come over here, Baby, and let me taste you.”

  Sage took off his pants and walked over with his erection in hand. He stood on the side of Lena. She turned her head, leaned down, took his dick in her mouth, and began sucking him off. “Oh, yeah, that feels so good,” he said, closing his eyes.

  “You like it, Baby?” she whispered.

  “Oh, yeah, don’t stop,” he said with his eyes still closed and on the verge of cumming. She was sucking him so good that he was ready to explode. Sage opened his eyes, so he could see his cum shoot down her throat, and froze.

  “What’s wrong, Baby? Isn’t Roy sucking you good enough?” Lena asked.

  Sage stared in shock. He had been in some freaky situations before, and it was rare that anything rendered him speechless, but for the moment he was at a loss for words. He had no idea that Roy was into men. Sage could usually spot a man on the DL, because there was something in their eyes that gave away their dirty little secret, but Sage had never seen that look of lust in Roy’s eyes, until now. Roy was looking up at him for his reaction, while he deep-throated him. Roy had gone from sucking Lena’s tits to sucking Sage’s cock.

  “He’s doing better than good,” Sage said, finally finding his voice. He smiled slyly, and rammed his dick farther down Roy’s throat.

  It was common knowledge that Sage was a metrosexual, but very few knew that he was bisexual as well. Sage didn’t consider himself on the DL, because he always pitched and never received, so as far as he was concerned, he wasn’t gay, he was just freaky and if a man wanted to suck his dick, he had no objections as long as he wasn’t expected to return the favor.

  Lena played with her pussy as she watched Sage cum in Roy’s mouth. She was the ultimate fag-hag, and got off on seeing men-on-men action. “Now that you got your rocks off,” she said to Sage, “it’s my turn. Come on, Roy, give me some of that cock of yours.”

  Roy loved pleasing both men and women, and could easily flip from one to the other without hesitation. After sucking Sage off, his dick was aching for some release of its own, so he ripped off his clothes and eased Lena down on the floor. He spread her legs open and eased in between them. He slipped his dick inside of her wet opening and began humping and grinding.

  While they were in the throes of ecstasy, Sage put his pants back on and tipped out the door, leaving them alone to handle their business. His dick was satisfied; now all he wanted to do was go home, take a nice long bath, have a bite to eat, and relive his unexpected ménage à trois.

  15

  IT HAD been two days since his debut on Page Six, and Mason still hadn’t seen or heard from Terra. Now that he knew her first and last name, he Googled her in the hopes of getting her phone number and address, but no personal information appeared after he entered her name. He should have known that someone of her stature would have their most private information blocked from the general public. He was desperate to know more about her, so he read every article that had ever been printed about the young heiress. He learned that she was an only child and the sole heir to the Benson Tobacco fortune, a fortune worth well over a billion dollars. There
weren’t many photos, but there were some pictures of her at charity functions, and photographs of herself and her parents at their beach-front estate in the Hamptons. He even found some of her as a child taking riding lessons, but no photos of her linked romantically with anyone. Most heiresses of her stature dated shipping tycoons and partied with A-list movie stars, but the only mention of a love connection was her friendship with Sage Hirschfield. One article suggested that they might be more than just friends, and had pictures of them dining at the Spice Market. Mason looked closely at the snapshot, and had to admit that they did look chummy sitting together at a cozy booth. He remembered her calling Sage, the first day he met her, and didn’t know if they were involved. If they were, it couldn’t be too serious since she fucked him for hours on end the other night. He didn’t care if Terra was involved with Sage; all he cared about was finding her, and this time he wouldn’t let go. He’d even gone back to Pravda on the off chance that she would be sitting at the bar sipping a cocktail, but of course she wasn’t there.

  Terra didn’t have his cell or home number, so he didn’t expect a call, but she knew where he lived and could have easily dropped a note off with the doorman. He staked out Borders after his morning run, hoping to find Ms. Benson, but she was nowhere in sight. Short of hiring a private investigator to find his anchor, Mason didn’t know what to do, so he went home to get ready for work.

  “How was your run, Mr. Anthony?” Frank, the doorman, asked.

  “It was good. Got to keep the heart rate up so I can stay forever young.” He grinned.

  “I started working out myself.” Frank patted his fat belly. “Gotta get this stomach down.” He reached underneath the desk, took out a pink letter-sized envelope, and handed it to Mason. “This came for you while you were out jogging.”

  Mason looked at the script and didn’t recognize the handwriting. He turned the envelope over, but there wasn’t a return address on the back, only his name written in black ink on the front. “Did this come by messenger service?” he asked, since there was no postmark or any other discerning marks.

  “No, a beautiful young lady dropped it off about five minutes after you left.”

  Mason knew instantly that it was from Terra. “Did she say anything?” he asked eagerly, thirsty for any information about his dream girl.

  “She just said to give you the envelope the minute you walked through the door. She thanked me, and then left.” Frank whistled softly. “What a looker! You sure know how to pick ’em.”

  “Yeah, she’s a beautiful lady.” Mason smiled proudly, like she was already his woman. He then raced through the lobby and upstairs so he could read his love letter in private. He couldn’t wait to see what Terra had to say. It was probably an invitation to join her for dinner and dessert. Earlier he was thinking that she could have dropped her information off with the doorman, and as luck would have it, she did.

  The second he stepped inside the apartment and closed the door, he put the envelope up to his nose and sniffed, hoping to smell the intoxicating perfume that tickled his nose the other night, but the scent was fresh and flowery, unlike hers. He ripped open the seal nonetheless, took out the note, and read it:

  Hey Handsome,

  Saw your face on Page Six. I see you still look as good as you did in college. Even better, I might add. I would love to catch up and talk about old times. Here’s my card with my cell number. Looking forward to hearing from you soon.

  Always,

  R.S.

  Mason reread the note again. He couldn’t believe his eyes. This was the last person he wanted to hear from. He didn’t even look at the number, just ripped the card to pieces, balled up the note, and tossed them both in the trash. He had no intention of reconnecting with the past. He’d spent years distancing himself from unsavory memories, and had done a good job, until now. His college days were far behind him, and he planned to keep it that way.

  16

  TERRA HADN’T heard from Sage in over a week, and was getting paranoid. Maybe he had seen her picture on “Page Six,” and assumed that she was dating Mason, or maybe he was interested in someone else now. She didn’t want to come right out and ask him if he’d seen the picture, just in case he hadn’t, so she decided to call and ask about his father instead, and during the conversation she would hint around to find out exactly what he knew.

  “Hey there, stranger, I was calling to ask how your dad is feeling,” she said after his secretary put her through to his private line.

  “Hey, yourself. He’s doing fine,” Sage answered, totally forgetting his lie.

  “So why was he taken to the emergency room?” she asked with concern in her voice.

  As soon as she mentioned “emergency room,” he remembered running out on her at dinner claiming that his dad had been rushed to the hospital. “Uh, he had a mild case of food poisoning,” he said.

  “I’m glad it wasn’t anything serious.” Terra genuinely liked Mr. Hirschfield, and was relieved to hear that it was something minor.

  “Me too. He’s fully recovered now and back to his old self. So, where have you been hiding?” he asked, quickly changing the subject.

  From that comment, Terra assumed that he hadn’t seen her picture plastered on “Page Six,” but she still wasn’t sure, so she decided to probe. “I haven’t been hiding. I’ve been out and about. What about you? What have you been up to?”

  “Nothing much. Just working like an indentured servant.” He chuckled.

  “Oh, poor thing. With all that work, I’m sure you don’t even have time to read the paper or party,” she said, continuing her fishing expedition.

  “You’re right. I barely have time to read the status reports that come across my desk, let alone the newspaper. Well, I take that back. I do read The Wall Street Journal and The Times every morning, but the other papers just get chucked in the garbage.”

  This was just what Terra wanted to hear, and she silently breathed a sigh of relief. But the relief was short-lived, because if he hadn’t seen the picture, why hadn’t he called her? she wondered. Terra dismissed the notion of him dating someone else and decided to focus on her goal. “I have a great idea. Come over to my place after work, and I’ll call my personal masseuse and have her ease your tired muscles. Doesn’t that sound heavenly?”

  “Yes, that does sound great, but I can’t. I’m up to my eyeballs in work. How about a rain check?” he asked, sounding distracted.

  She didn’t expect him to say that. Normally, he would have leaped at the chance to be with her. The tables had suddenly shifted, and now she was the one hunting Sage down for a date instead of the other way around. “Okay, just say the word and my masseuse is all yours,” she said, trying to hide her disappointment.

  “I’ll give you a call next week and we can set something up. I hate to run, but I’m late for a meeting,” he said, rushing her off the telephone.

  Terra barely got out the word “good-bye,” before she heard the dial tone in her ear. She hung up the phone and walked over to the living-room picture window that overlooked the Hudson River. As she gazed into the moving body of water, she began to assess the situation. He must be getting laid. Otherwise he’d be trying to get in my panties, like so many times before, she thought. She knew men, and if they were not pressing you for sex, that was only because they were getting it from someone else. And the way Sage was acting, all cool and collected, she had no doubt that he was being sexed up by somebody. Her seduction scheme was losing steam faster than a vintage locomotive, and she needed to hatch plan B, before he cast another actress as the lead in his first production. Terra paced back and forth trying to think of another angle, but she was fresh out of ideas. Frustrated, she moped over to the sofa and plopped down. As she was racking her brain for ideas, the telephone rang.

  “Hello?” she said dryly.

  “Hey, Girl. What’s wrong with you?” Lexi asked, picking up on the sour tone.

  “I just hung up with Sage, and he could care less abo
ut seeing me. I invited him over tonight for a massage, and he turned me down flat, then said that he would call me next week!” she shrieked into the receiver. “Can you believe that? He’s never declined an opportunity to see me.”

  “Maybe he saw the picture of you on ‘Page Six,’ and thinks that you’re involved with Mason,” Lexi said.

  “No, he didn’t. I hinted around and he said that he only reads The Times and The Journal. I honestly think that he just isn’t interested anymore,” she said, sounding like a wounded puppy.

  “Well, fuck him. It’s not like he’s the only movie producer in the world. Why don’t you have your agent line up a few screen tests? That way you won’t have to depend on Sage for your big break,” Lexi suggested.

  “Yeah, I could do that, but it’ll be much easier to deal with Sage. At least he knows me and I wouldn’t have to compete with other actresses for the best role. I just have to find another approach, because obviously the seduction routine isn’t working. Lexi, you’ve got to help me come up with a new plan of attack,” she said, sounding desperate.

  “Don’t worry, between the two of us we’ll think of something clever. But in the meantime, I know just what you need to lift your spirits.” In contrast to Terra’s somber mood, Lexi’s was bright and bubbly. She’d found the perfect stress-buster and couldn’t wait to tell Terra all about it.

  “I’m not in the mood for shopping,” Terra said, knowing that Lexi’s ultimate cure-all was a romp down Fifth Avenue.

  “Neither am I. What I have in mind is so much better than shopping! You won’t believe what I’ve discovered,” she said, suddenly sounding mysterious.

  “What?” Terra asked unenthusiastically.

  “A club exclusively for women!” she said excitedly, like she’d just discovered the cure to some dreaded disease.

  “I don’t feel like working out either,” Terra said, misinterpreting what Lexi was saying.