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  Chapter 6

  Tiffany

  I dragged myself into the living room at twenty to seven after allowing myself one snooze of the alarm clock. I knew that if I hadn’t got out of bed at that point, I would have never gotten up that morning.

  Haley snorted when she saw me, then she nodded her head towards Kayla who was laid on the couch. “What on earth were you two doing that has you so dead this morning?”

  “We went to a club, a sex club.” Kayla blurted out, mumbling through the cushion her face was resting on.

  “What?!” Haley gasped. Her face paled and her eyes widened.

  I sat at the table with my freshly poured coffee. “We went to H’s club. It seemed like a normal, but posh nightclub. Then at midnight it all changed. Rooms were opened up and there was an auction held to perform on the stage. A woman had a menage with two guys in front of us all.”

  Haley’s jaw drops. “For real?”

  “Yep, and H gave us membership that included drinks so we consumed far too much champagne and were so stunned and intrigued that we stayed to watch. Then we had even more alcohol while we tried to digest what we had just seen.”

  “Seriously, it was hot.” Kayla mumbled. “We didn’t see what happened in any of the side rooms but you could take a wild guess looking at the people who left them.”

  “Oh, by the way, H texted me that you can have a membership if you want one too. Somehow he knows exactly who I live with.”

  “He texted you? When?” Kayla sat up on the couch looking more animated.

  “Yes, just the once last night. He asked me what I thought about the ménage. I think he’s hoping I’ll have a three-way with him.”

  “Would you?” Haley asked then blushed. She really could be innocent sometimes. “I can’t even get one lover, never mind two at once.”

  “Hey, how was your date with Malcolm last night. How did it go?” I asked.

  “It didn’t go. That was the problem. We had drinks and then we went back to his place. He couldn’t get it up and he blamed me. Said it had never happened to him before. Maybe it is me? He’s not the first to suggest I’m hopeless in bed is he? I think I need lessons. Maybe I’ll go to that club and let people use me for practice.”

  Me and Kayla laughed at the same time. I was imagining Haley on the bed on stage saying just come fuck me. As if! Kayla basically said what I was thinking.

  “Haley, there is no way you would get on that stage. You would die of embarrassment.”

  “Well, maybe that’s the whole point.” She retorted with her hands on her hips. “I’m getting nowhere being this version of Haley. I might need to reinvent myself.”

  I got up from my seat and walked over to hug her. “Listen to me, you’re perfect just the way you are. Don’t even try to change yourself for other people. The guys you have been out with are straight up assholes. That’s what you need to change. Choose a different kind of man.”

  She sighed. “Well now I have to face Malcolm today.”

  “If he gives you any grief, wave your pinkie finger at him and make it droop down. He’ll shut his mouth real quick. No guy wants news of his lack of keeping an erection circulating round the staff and that’s what he’ll get if he’s not careful.” Kayla shot.

  Haley smiled at Kayla. “Thanks for having my back.”

  “Anyway, back to you.” Kayla’s eyes were on me. “So, would you be up for a three-way with H?”

  I squirmed on my seat. “Well, yesterday morning I was completely offended by the suggestion. But after last night I’m not so sure. That woman seemed to be really enjoying herself. I have to admit I’m a little more open to the idea now.”

  “Well you would certainly need to be open. Your mouth and your thighs.” Kayla shot with a wink and then burst out laughing.

  “I guess like most women I have been trying to get a guy and picturing being settled with him. The whole white picket fence and kids thing. Maybe before I look for that kind of a commitment I should allow myself the opportunity to experiment if it comes my way.”

  “Won’t be the only thing coming your way.”

  I groaned at her. “Please, stop. I haven’t had enough sleep to put up with your humor.”

  “Go get ready you two, and I’ll make us more coffee to take in with us. I hope your schedules aren’t too complex today because I have a feeling you aren’t going to be your usual sparkling selves. Go on, shoo. Tiff, you can use my bathroom to save time.”

  “Thank you sweetheart. I’ll be quick and I’ll leave it as I found it.” I kissed her cheek and headed for the shower, hoping that a few minutes under the cold water would wake me up, although if the strong coffee hadn’t worked, it was seriously doubtful.

  In the shower I once again noted the love-bite on my breast. I ran my fingers down it. I couldn’t believe it only happened yesterday. I thought about my schedule for today. It was going to be so boring in comparison! While I had drunk my coffee that morning I had checked my messages on the laptop but there was nothing from H. Maybe he would never contact me again, and I had just been a conquest? Maybe he only wanted me to contact him again if I was open to the idea of two men? I pushed the thought to the back of my mind. I needed to get out of the shower and get to work. Properties needed to be sold. As I thought of the word SOLD, I was back to the woman at the auction. To feel comfortable enough to bid for a slice of sexy action on a public stage? I couldn’t imagine it, and with that I blasted the shower onto cold to get my mind off sex and onto the day ahead.

  **

  The rest of the week passed by quickly, with us all immersed in our work. I had to go in on Saturday too as I had so much work to do but hey, it pays my bills. Sunday, I laid in bed until lunchtime and then spent the rest of the day just chilling around the apartment. On Sunday evening there was a knock on the door. Kayla and Haley have gone to the movies so I put my robe on and answered it. It was Brandon. Fuck me, I was in my robe again.

  “I do get dressed honestly.” I laughed.

  “I know, I saw you all dressed up remember?”

  “Ah, that you did!”

  “Well, I was checking in because despite my offering you coffee, you haven’t taken me up on it. I sat in my apartment thinking I could either get really down about it and feel rejected or, I could come ask you again. So, would you like a coffee sometime?”

  “I can do one better, Haley and Kayla are out. If you don’t mind me being in my robe and pjs, I have wine that I’m willing to share?”

  “Perfect.” He smiled.

  I stood back and let him in.

  “Just kick your shoes off anywhere and excuse the mess. We work hard, play hard but don’t clean hard I’m afraid.”

  I watched Brandon look around the apartment. Thank goodness it was littered with magazines and nail polishes and not our underwear.

  “I have two sisters. It reminds me of home.”

  I got the bottle of wine and two glasses and we got to know each other, chatting about our backgrounds and families. He was easy to talk with and by the time a couple of hours had passed I felt like I had known him for years. Of course he was also easy on the eyes and as the wine had gone down, he had gotten sexier and sexier. I kept thinking of my fantasy from earlier in the week and started blushing.

  “Look at you, wine makes your face flush. You’re all pink.” Brandon leaned over and touched my cheek. “Your cheeks are burning!”

  Of course I blushed even more then.

  “Stop tormenting me. You’re making it worse.”

  “Hmmm, is it the wine, or are you enjoying my hot gym body? Is that it?”

  I must have been almost a dark shade of red by now and I hid my face in my hands.

  He grabbed my hands and moved them away. “Hey, I’m sorry. I was having a little fun. I don’t handle wine well obviously, I’m used to beer. I hope, I didn’t offend you?”

  “No, not at all.” I laughed.

  “What’s funny?”

  “Well now I want to kno
w if you do have a hot gym body, or if under those clothes you look like Mr. Bean.”

  He dropped his jaw in mock offence. “How dare you question my gym bod. Do you know how many women would love to spend the evening with it?”

  “Sorry, I think you’re going to have to show me.”

  What the fuck have I just said? What is wrong with me? I’ve become a fucking slut.

  He lifted his sweater and tee and pulled them off over his head. I gasped in shock as tanned, taut skin was revealed. He had an eight pack. From his neck down over his pec at the left hand side was a tattoo of a steampunk style clock. His arms were threaded muscle and he looked like he could lift me with just one of them. I stared down the sleeve of tattoos on his left arm: skulls, stars with writing in them, a series of interlocking gears. He was lean but oh so solid. I reached over and ran my hands down his chest. He watched as I trailed my palms down him, all the way down to his lower abdomen and then back up.

  He swallowed audibly. Then he caught my hand.

  “Sorry.” I shook my head. “It’s the wine. I’m not usually like this. God, I’m so sorry. I don’t want you to think the wrong thing.”

  “I think I’m in an apartment with a sexy as fuck woman and she just asked me to strip and touched my chest. I’m wondering whether to go and splash my face with cold water because I’ve got to be dreaming. Can I try something?” He asked.

  I nodded. “Sure.”

  He sat on the couch at the side of me and leaned in. His mouth crashed on mine. Warmth seeped through my lips, and my mouth opened to accept his tongue. I tasted the wine on him. I kissed him back hard and we launched into a frenzy of movement. My hands stroked his chest again. His hand slipped inside my robe and under my top, grasping one of my boobs.

  “Jesus, your tits. Let me see them.”

  I opened my robe and pulled up my top, exposing my magnificent orbs in all their glory.

  He pushed his head in between them and holding them at either side made groaning noises.

  “Fuck, I’m going to come in my boxers from this alone.”

  He took a nipple in his mouth and sucked hard. Thank goodness the love-bite from Monday had gone. I was such a slut! I opened the button of his pants and lowered the zipper. He lifted himself to help me. As I freed his cock and licked my lips. It had to be at least the same size as H’s. It was huge! It was a little less wide than his but was no less impressive.

  “Fuck, you’re huge.”

  “Eleven inches.” He replied.

  Eleven! My face must have looked worried. I’d had a hard time handling ten.

  “Don’t worry. I know what I’m doing with it and we’ll manage.”

  He guided my hand to his cock and I started to stroke him.

  A loud laugh came from outside and I sprang back away from him.

  “Oh god, the girls are back.”

  “Fuck!” Brandon grunted. He quickly pulled up his pants, zipped them and put on his t-shirt and sweater.

  The only thing I had to do was let my top fall back down and pull my robe tighter. God, I was fucking horny. So horny I had lost track of time.

  The girls let themselves into the apartment.

  “Oh, private party going on here look.” Kayla winked.

  “I was just leaving.” Brandon said quickly standing up.

  I followed him to the apartment door and opened it. “Do you want me to watch you walk to your apartment?”

  “Yes please. I’m a hot man out on my own. You never know who’s going to attack me.”

  I stroked his cock again through his pants. “Like that you mean?”

  He groaned.

  “Have dinner with me tomorrow night. I’m a good cook.”

  “You said a good cook right?” I winked. “I didn’t mishear you?”

  He laughed. “And the rest. So take some vitamins and energy drinks because I can go for a long, long time.”

  “I was in when you said you were cooking. But sorry, Monday is girls night, so it will have to be Tuesday.”

  “I have classes Tuesday. Can you do Wednesday?”

  “I can indeed.”

  “My balls are going to explode before then. Give me your cell.” He demanded.

  I passed it to him and he punched in his number.

  “I’ll text you tonight. I can’t finish you off in person but I can sext.”

  He leaned over and kissed me again. Then he headed the few steps to his own apartment.

  “Later.” He said and went in and closed the door.

  He wasn’t kidding when he said he could sext…I was a limp puddle in bed after ten minutes.

  I was so looking forward to Wednesday evening!

  Chapter 7

  Tiffany

  He might have invited me to dinner but hell we both knew it was mainly about dessert. I treated myself to some brand new underwear. My bra was light pink with a black net overlay. On the inner and outer edges the overlay was floral and in the middle it was laced up with eyelets like on a bodice. It was unusual to find a bra to suit my huge breasts that also looked sexy but I had pulled it off. I was wearing a matching thong. I stared at the closet for what seemed like hours wondering what to wear, and eventually settled for a button through shirt dress that could be tantalizingly removed.

  I kept my hair down and a little messy and wore light, fresh looking make-up. I left off the gloss. It seemed disloyal to H somehow, which was crazy given he was a one-time fuck buddy.

  I left the apartment with catcalls and jeers from Kayla (mainly) and Haley, and walked the few steps outside to Brandon’s apartment door. I knocked and waited. He opened the door and the smell of some kind of sauce permeated the air, making my stomach rumble.

  “Chicken in white wine sauce, with baby red potatoes and vegetables. Sound good?”

  I put a fake look of dismay on my face. “Fuck, I should have told you. I’m a vegetarian.”

  His face fell. “Damn. I wanted to surprise you. Never mind, I’ll order takeout instead.”

  “I’m joking, let me in.” I said. “It smells delicious.”

  “You’re going to get spanked for that you tease,” Brandon smiled and shook his head.

  “I can categorically assure you that I eat meat.” I said and winked, walking through to his living room.

  I was expecting a typical bachelor pad with dark tones and a lack of accessories, but the apartment was decked out in neutrals and had green accents throughout, with soft furnishings. My surprise must have showed on my face.

  “I rented it as it was. I haven’t had the time to furnish it myself. The only thing I brought with me was some gym equipment,” he said. I followed him down the corridor and he opened a bedroom door revealing a bench press, treadmill, and some weights. His apartment was a similar layout to ours except it had only two bedrooms. He told me that his room had an ensuite and there was a separate bathroom, which was just like ours.

  “I’ll show you the bedroom later. Let’s eat.” He stated and ushered me into the kitchen.

  **

  After filling our stomachs, we moved to the couch and Brandon put the rest of the bottle of red wine and my glass on the coffee table in front of me, while he cracked open another bottle of beer. He pulled my legs over towards his knees and started to massage one of my feet. I had been in heels all day while showing properties and the feel of my toes being massaged felt amazing. I groaned in pleasure.

  “Fuck, that noise you’re making. Want to move into the bedroom and see how many more sounds I can get out of you?”

  I nodded. “Yes, please.”

  We walked to his room. When he opened the door, it was again not what I expected. He had obviously purchased fresh linens because in here, the duvet cover, pillowcases and sheets were dark grey. Unlike my own room, which was full of abandoned clothing, Brandon’s room was completely tidy. He had a dark wood bedside chest of drawers, the top drawer slightly open and crooked.

  “Come here,” he coaxed.

  I walked o
ver to him in my bare feet.

  “How tall are you?” I asked.

  “Six foot three.”

  “Hmm, so tall.” I said. “I’m five foot seven, you make me feel like I’m so tiny.”

  “You won’t be thinking about our height in a minute.”

  I smiled. “Good.”

  He unfastened the first of the buttons on my shirt dress, then another.

  “I don’t have the patience for this,” he groaned in frustration and with a yank he ripped my dress open from head to toe and buttons flew everywhere.

  I gasped, both with the shock and feeling as the air hit my skin.

  “I’ll buy you a new dress.” He said as his eyes raked my body from head to toe. “Fuck, you’re beautiful. I can’t wait to be inside you.”