"Well, you've done something because Rico's not one to do repeats," Wendy says as she puts a hand on her hip and cocks it out. This is a bit disconcerting to me as she's standing in her bra and panties, and besides that... Rico? I'm fairly confident he does not go by that ridiculous nickname.
"Perhaps you shouldn't call him something so stupid," I reply. "It's probably a turn-off."
"You fucking bitch," Wendy practically screeches and takes a threatening step toward me. Now I'm very uncomfortable with the situation, so I take a step back.
"What do you expect?" Calista adds. She's at least still fully clothed, so it's not awkward to look to her. "Jerico probably lost a bet. Or she's into some super kinky shit none of us has seen before and he's fascinated with it. But honestly..."
And here she pauses to rake a scathing look up and down me with a curl to her lip before she continues, "She's not much to look at. I think that's why we can't figure it out."
"Good point," Wendy sneers, also looking at me as if I'm covered in fleas or something. "But just like any woman in here who has a taste of that man, she's nothing but a live sex doll to him. So honey, just be ready... he'll kick you to the curb as soon as he gets tired of your worn-out pussy."
My shoulders slump a little because these jabs cut. Compared to these women, I'm not sure why Jerico is with me. Wendy's tall and buxom with boobs that are in the DD range. Her hair is the perfect color of blond, her facial features superb, and I've seen her give a blow job to a guy in the club. She's good. Calista has gorgeous red hair that falls almost to her ass in fiery curls, emerald green eyes that would give Jerico's a run for his money, and I've seen her in action a time or two. These girls are dirty, kinky, and adventurous. Leigh is also stunning, a blond as well but her hair is so pale it's white. She looks almost elfin, the kind of beauty that looks almost fantastical, made more so by the fact she actual has violet-colored eyes. I've never seen that before, and I'm kind of fascinated and equally jealous.
I don't have a response to their last barb, so I hitch my bag and purse over my shoulder and start to push past them. Thankfully, they step aside and when I look up, I come to a screeching halt.
Jerico is standing there, his eyes blazing with fury and I'm not sure how it's possible, but he looks even bigger. Even though he glares over my shoulder at the women I'd just walked past, I'm still intimidated as shit by the fury that radiates from him.
"Wendy, Calista, Leigh." He says each of their names, and I'm stunned at how calm he sounds despite the expression on his face. "You're all fired. Effectively immediately."
"What?" Leigh gasps in shock. "You can't do that."
"I can and I did," Jerico says brusquely. "Now get dressed and vacate the premises. Your final paycheck will be mailed to you."
Wendy and Calista's heads drop, their faces crestfallen as they walk past Jerico. But Leigh is a little spitfire. She growls at Jerico as she struts past him, "You're a dick."
Jerico laughs at her, and it sounds cruel and amused. To add insult to the injury he just handed out as the ladies go to their lockers, he says, "And for the record... I think rather than finding out what Trista has to keep me coming back, you should be asking yourselves what you didn't have that made you just a one-time fuck."
I wince, because that was crude. Calista and Wendy's shoulders sag, and they don't waste time getting their things. Leigh mumbles under her breath but loud enough to be heard. "Such a fucking dick."
Jerico turns his gaze to mine, his eyes now soft and possibly empathetic. I don't want any part of it, especially not in front of these women. I jet past him and run out of the locker room, intent on getting the hell out of there before any more attacks come my way.
"Oh, no you don't," Jerico says as he grabs me by the elbow just as I enter the hallway. He turns me around and starts to march me toward his office. I feel like a kid being taken to the principal's office again, and I wonder if I'll get paddled.
Now why the fuck did I just think that?
Once we're inside, he releases his hold on me and asks, "Are you okay?"
My eyes narrow as I hiss at him. "I'm completely humiliated. Otherwise, I'm okay. I can't believe you fired them for that."
"Why not?' he asks as he pushes his hands casually into the pockets of pants. "I'm the boss. They were being bitches to you. I kind of thought you might be happy about it."
"You do realize I'm going to be the club's pariah now?" I snap at him. "It's clear people don't like me because I have your attention, but now they're really going to hate me when they find out you fired those girls because they were a little catty with your current flavor of the month."
"That's not what you are." He looks pained and troubled, but I'm not sure why. He's the one with relationship boundaries.
"That's exactly what I am," I say softly, but the force of my reminder hits him hard. This deal is only for a month.
He looks at me warily, but he inclines his head in acknowledgment. "What would you have me do?"
Without thought, I jerk my head toward the door. "Go back and rescind their termination."
Jerico's eyes go wide with surprise, and I can see instant denial in them. I bet he's a man who never goes back on a decision once it's made. We enter a stare-off, and I cross my arms for stubborn effect.
Finally, he blows out a huff of resignation and drawls, "Fine. I'll go tell them now."
"Good," I say with a snippy attitude. I'm not sure why since he just gave me what I asked for, but that's how it comes out.
This causes his eyes to darken and his lips to curl. "I expect gratitude for this tonight, not attitude."
I roll my eyes at him, but I don't have a problem showing him some gratitude. In fact, I'm looking forward to it.
CHAPTER 21
Jerico
I can't remember the last time I've fucked the same woman monogamously. Obviously, I was monogamous with Michelle, but since her it has been nothing but one-night stands. Since the club opened, it's just impersonal, kinky fucks. Prior to Michelle, I never had overly serious relationships because I was young and didn't want one.
It's been almost a week since I fired those three bitches and Trista made me rehire them. We've been carnal with each other every single night since so I know she's not too mad at me. I was a little pissed at her though, making me take those girls back on. I never change my mind once a decision has been made like that because inconsistency smacks of weakness. Right now, those three women not only think I'm pussy whipped, but they also think I'm soft on my employees and business dealings. And fuck if I can figure out why I gave in to Trista on that. She was clearly distressed to be harassed by those girls, but even more so that I fired them. My original intent was to protect her, but I apparently made things worse. The thing that sucks about it is I normally wouldn't give a shit about something like that. I wouldn't have cared Trista was cornered, and I certainly wouldn't have come in to her rescue. I most definitely am not the type of guy who would fire someone and then go to them moments later and take it back.
These thoughts plague my mind as I stare with mild erotic interest, as well as an undercurrent of distaste, at my computer screen. It's video of Trista and me on The Deck last night. I don't need the replay to remind me of the vivid details.
Of how I stalked toward her in The Social Room and pulled her from the hostess stand without a word. She didn't resist, but I noticed her worrying at her lower lip nervously. I damn well know it's because she was wondering what everyone was thinking of her. I made one concession when I hit the hallway lobby and asked her, "Do you want this?"
She didn't hesitate in her response, but it was tentative. A light nod of her head, although I could still see the worry in her eyes about backlash.
"Are you sure?" I repeated. Even though my dick was already hard with anticipation of what I was going to do, I gave her another chance to say "no".
Her words were clear and convincing so I accepted them, even though they made me feel weird at the same time.
She'd said, "Yes, I want this. Besides, we have ten days left on our deal, then I won't have to show my face in here again."
"Are you that embarrassed?" I asked her, my gut churning that perhaps I was fucking her up in the head by doing things with her publicly.
She immediately shook her head. "Only to the extent of dealing with those looks from coworkers. It would be different if I didn't work here."
It had relieved me I wasn't corrupting her, but it also reminded me... our time together was limited.
I certainly wanted to make the best of it, so I brought her out to The Deck. We hadn't fucked out there before, and as I watch the video of what we did last night, I think it might have been the most intimately erotic thing we've done together. More so than me eating her out in The Orgy room while men held her legs, or fucking her with Kynan.
I simply pulled her out there, her sexy heels clacking on the clear, acrylic see-through flooring. Everyone's eyes were on us and I didn't need to look around to know that.
I felt it.
Everyone wondering why Jerico Jameson was interested in this girl.
What was so special about her?
I was trying to figure that out myself, almost the entire time I was on The Deck with her.
When I pulled her right up to the acrylic wall that let us see the glitter of Vegas but didn't let the rest of Vegas look in, I turned her so the front of her body was pushed up against the glass.
I wondered about the special hold she seems to have on me as I pulled her dress up around her hips, pressed my body against hers so she was sandwiched between me and the wall, and then slipped my fingers into her underwear and got her off quickly.
You'd never know by the video that such deep thoughts were running through my head. Especially not when she came beautifully on my fingers, then I quickly opened my pants, freed my cock, and put a condom on. Granted... my mind went blissfully blank when I drove into her from behind while she stood pressed against the wall. Her palms were spread on the acrylic, fingertips trying to dig in. Her head was turned, cheek resting against the coolness, and she groaned as I moved slowly in and out of her. My legs were slightly bent to give me better upward momentum, and while I fucked her slowly, I did it deep. Every drive into her pussy, my hips rocked under and my ass muscles clenched violently.
I'm amazed as I watch that my hips have that much flexibility, but when I think about how good she felt around me, I know my body was reacting on its own instinct to maximize every single feeling between us.
Yes, it was the most intimate sex we'd had and we were fully clothed. But it revealed a few truths. One, Trista definitely has some type of hold on me. Funnily enough, she doesn't even know it and I'll not admit it. Two, not once last night as I slowly fucked her on The Deck did I get a rush out of doing it in front of other people. They all melted away, and I didn't think about it at all. I only cared about how wet Trista was and how she made these cute little panting sounds as she rotated her hips, trying to encourage me to go faster. Even as I slid out of her after a massive orgasm that left my knees shaking and smoothed down her dress before I zipped up, I didn't think about us being in the sex club.
There was only me and her.
"Fuck," I curse as I realize something's happening to me that is beyond my control. I tap on a key to stop the video playing and extract the DVD from my laptop. It's a compilation of the greatest moments between Trista and me. While this would certainly make Jayce's eyebrows raise, it's nothing compared to the spectacular footage of her swallowing my cock while Kynan fucked her from behind.
"Jesus fuck," I mutter a second curse and toss the DVD on top of a stack of printed pictures taken from the video, most of them impressive quality. There's no doubt it's Trista being defiled in a dozen different glorious ways.
My stomach churns at the thought of turning these over to Jayce. He'll be disgusted, think horrible thoughts about his sister. He'll be beyond furious with me, but that's what I want, right? To dig the knife in. To get my revenge. To cause him the deepest kind of pain.
With a sigh, I pick up the pile of raunchy revenge. I push out of my chair and walk over to the mahogany built-in that runs the length of my office. It has cabinets along the bottom for storage of business documents, which are locked, and open shelving on the top hutch where I have displayed various knickknacks, photos, and objet d'art the designer picked out. And in the center, there is a large open space that exposes the wall behind. A framed print of Ansel Adam's famous photograph of the Snake River in Wyoming hangs there. It was a gift from Bridger when The Wicked Horse Vegas opened.
I pull on the left edge of the frame and it swings away from the wall on hinges, exposing a safe behind. It was a stupid touch to put in when the club was built because I don't have anything that secretive or expensive to protect within this office. I've never even locked it and long forgot the combination, knowing my office was secure with the digital security system on it.
I'm going to put it to beneficial use now.
To hide dirty videos and photos of Trista and me.
I throw them inside, shut the safe door, and swing the picture shut.
Shut it all out for now.
Turning, I head to the door and pull the black tuxedo jacket off the hanger before I slide it on. My tie is already in a state of perfection. It's time for me to pick up Trista for an evening away from The Wicked Horse.
Trista lives in a neighborhood that sits in between middle and low class. When I pull my Range Rover into the short, concrete driveway, I take in the small bungalow house that can't be more than twelve-hundred square feet total. There's a "For Sale" sign out front, and it surprises me. Trista hasn't mentioned she was selling her home, and this kind of bugs me. Since I learned about her niece, I've come to know a little more about her because well... in between the fucking, there's been some talking.
I know she dropped out of college in the middle of her sophomore year because she just didn't like it, that she hates raw coconut but toasted is fine, and she worked for a douche of a dentist for years who fired her when she had to miss work because of Corinne's surgery. Trista likes goofy reality shows like The Bachelor and Naked and Afraid because she says they're so ridiculous they make her laugh, but the only movies she'll watch are science fiction or fantasy because it's worth the price of a ticket to be transported out of reality for a little bit. Fuck... I know she won a spelling bee when she was in third grade over the entire middle school, but I don't know why she's selling her house.
I make my way up to the front door. It's still light enough outside to see, but the porchlight is on anyway. I'm not nervous in the slightest, because I keep telling myself this isn't really a date. I have a black-tie function to go to tonight. When I asked Trista to go with me, it was in lieu of working at The Wicked Horse tonight. It's part of her employment with me, so absolutely nothing to be nervous about.
Nope.
Don't care I'm meeting her mom and niece.
I barely knock on the door twice before it's swung open and I'm looking at Trista's mom. They look unbelievably alike although her mom's face is slightly aged and she's a little curvier. But past that, the resemblance is astonishing. At least Trista will know she's going to be a knockout when she's her mom's age, which I guess would have to be early fifties.
"Hello," she says warmly and motions me into a small living room with a wide smile. "You must be Jerico. I'm Trista's mom, Jolene."
"It's a pleasure to meet you," I say, calling on my suave side I've cultured over the years since going into private business. I've had to schmooze with big wigs, including everything from U.S. senators to sheiks.
I'm prepared to engage in small talk if necessary, but Trista walks out of a small hallway wearing a beautiful, sleeveless gown I bought for her and had delivered today. It's a deep sapphire blue and made of satin. It's simplistic yet very elegant with a square neckline and thin crisscross straps across her shoulders. It drops wickedly low in the back. While it's not overly tight, it p
erfectly silhouettes her body. She did her hair in a loose bun that sits low on the right side of her head with wisps of hair left out to frame her face and long neck.
She looks simply amazing as I drink her in, perusing her up and down. When I finally catch her eyes, she's smirking at me. I give her a wink right back and tell her, "You look stunning. I'm glad the gown fit."
Trista gives a one-time around twirl, and my throat goes slightly dry at her bare back. I sneak a peek over at her mother, who has one arm across her stomach and the other pressed over her mouth where I can tell she's hiding an extremely affectionate and proud smile if the light in her eyes is any indication.
"So beautiful," Jolene finally says. "But then, I'd say that if you were wearing a burlap sack."
Trista rolls her eyes at her mom. "You have to say that. You're my mom."
Jolene laughs and waves off her daughter's comment. Trista walks over to the couch and for the first time, I notice the little girl sitting there, reading a book.
Her niece, Corinne. She looks like any ordinary child would look, and I see the family resemblance although Corinne's hair is darker than Trista and Jolene's.
Trista bends over her, putting her hand under Corinne's chin to lift it so she gets her attention. "Can you say hello to Mr. Jameson?"
Corinne's eyes cut to me, and she gives a lackluster, "Hello."
"Hi Corinne," I say with a smile. "It's nice to meet you."
Her eyes drop to her book again, and Trista's eyes go dim with worry.
Jolene walks over to the couch and sits down beside Corinne as she says, "Now, you two get out of here and enjoy your night. Corinne and I are going to read some books for a while and maybe watch a movie."
Corinne doesn't react, but I catch the look between mom and daughter that says all at once, "We love this little girl, yet we can't make everything right in her world."
Jolene gives a confident nod to Trista--a silent statement that she's got it covered. Trista smiles and bends over to kiss Corinne's head. "Night-night, sweet girl. I'll see you tomorrow morning for pancake day, okay?"
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