Taming the Tramp

by Amy DeMeritt

  Taming the Tramp

  By: Amy DeMeritt

  Taming the Tramp

  Copyright © 2019 Amy DeMeritt

  All Rights Reserved.

  This book may not be reproduced in any form, in whole or in part, without written permission from the author.

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the authors imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or events is entirely coincidental.

  Cover art by William Treece:

  www.artstation.com/william_treece

  Contents

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  Chapter Twenty-Eight

  Chapter Twenty-Nine

  Chapter Thirty

  Chapter Thirty-One

  Chapter Thirty-Two

  Chapter Thirty-Three

  Chapter Thirty-Four

  Chapter Thirty-Five

  Chapter Thirty-Six

  Chapter Thirty-Seven

  Chapter Thirty-Eight

  Chapter Thirty-Nine

  Other works by Amy DeMeritt

  Chapter One

  I open the fridge, forgetting it’s completely empty, except for a box of baking soda and a door full of condiments. I close the fridge a bit too aggressively in my frustration, causing it and the freezer door to loudly bounce open and closed. I pull open a pantry drawer and grab a cup of oats with bits of dried apples. I add water, toss it in the microwave, and then set to work making a cup of coffee. As I’m about to hit the brew button, my cellphone starts ringing from its charger on the long buffet counter.

  “Hello?”

  “Jack! Please tell me you’re back.”

  “Hey, Janae. Yeah, I’m home. I got in late last night.”

  “You sound like shit. Are you sick?”

  “No, I’m fucking tired. My non-stop flight had to stop in Kansas for six hours because of possible tornados. I crashed in bed as soon as I got home, and just as I was falling asleep, a cat got itself stuck in my fence and wailed like a damn banshee. I had to go out there and fight with the damn thing to get it out. The bitch didn’t even brush against my leg to say thanks. It just hissed at me and scampered off to climb a tree and hop the fence. Like really? I’m sorry your dumbass didn’t think to do that in the first place, instead of attempting to squeeze your giant furry fat ass through a three-inch gap in the fence. Lazy bitch.”

  Janae laughs hard, which makes me smile. I run a hand over me face and lean my back against the pristinely white counter of my large state of the art kitchen. My head tilts back as a large yawn forces my mouth open wide enough to nearly dislocate my jaw, then I shake my head and blink exhaustion tears out of my eyes.

  “Did you eat yet? I’m heading over to Spoons.”

  “When the fuck is Jill going to change that stupid name? Come pick me up. I’m too tired to drive.”

  “Already on my way. I’ll be there in five.”

  “Let yourself in. I’m going to jump in the shower.”

  I put the oatmeal I just made in the fridge for later then tread barefoot down the hall to my master bedroom. I discard my tee shirt and shorts in the hamper and step into the large open shower of my master bathroom.

  I love my bathroom. Out of everything I missed about my house while being away for business, I missed my bathroom the most. It’s larger than many bedrooms and has a giant six-foot by six-foot square stone shower with a dozen adjustable jets from head to toe on one wall. Built next to the shower is a beautiful large stonework jacuzzi tub that fits three people comfortably. I know because I’ve had two partners in there at once on more than a few occasions.

  Even though Janae said she was only five minutes away, the urgency to hurry is completely melted away in the heat of the wonderful massaging jets that are pounding away the tensions of travel and the fatigue weighing down my entire body. I rub body wash from my neck to my toes, rubbing my muscles and enjoying the feeling of becoming human again. I could probably spend hours in here, but before I’m lulled into a meditative trance from the therapeutic pelting currents of hot water, I wash my hair and face, then turn the water off.

  I towel dry off, then step in front of the vanity. I run a small glob of pomade through my hair, which is buzzed around the sides with about four inches in length on top, which will wave back with just a few sharp bangs that will hang forward over the left side of my forehead. I brush my teeth, then comb my eyelashes up to lift and separate the dampened hairs, then comb my brows into kempt curves. I gloss my lips with just a dab of coconut oil, then walk out to my bedroom to get dressed.

  I smile and creep up on Janae, who is standing in front of my closet looking through the clothes. I grab her thick round ass in both hands, and she releases an adorable loud shrill yelp as she jumps and spins around. She laughs hard and throws her arms around my neck, lifting up on her tiptoes to kiss my lips. I wrap my arms around her waist and firmly glide down over her ass, giving both cheeks a firm squeeze, which makes her laugh again.

  “I missed this ass.”

  “Just my ass?”

  “No, I missed the whole package. What are you doing in my bedroom? Did you not get enough of it while I was gone?”

  She giggles and places her hand on her chest in a motion of mock-offense or like she doesn’t know what I’m talking about. “I was not in your…”

  “I found your panties in my bed. You better not have been fucking someone in my bed.”

  “How do you know they’re mine and not one of the many women you bring home?”

  “Because, no one else writes, ‘Bitch, you know these are mine and you better give them back’, in their underwear.”

  Janae laughs in a proud way and smacks my bare ass. “Get dressed. I’m hungry. And give my panties back.”

  “So, what the hell were you doing in my bed?”

  “Missing you. Your bed smells like you. It smells good.”

  “When are you going to move in here?”

  “Never.”

  I pout as I pick her up and lay her down on the bed to lay on top of her. She releases an adorable giggle and clasps her hands around the back of my head.

  “Why not?”

  “Because, you know we’ll be fucking in like three days, if we even make it that long.”

  “What’s wrong with that?”

  “We’ve been through this a million times. It would ruin your life if you fuck me.”

  I laugh and bend down to kiss her lips. She smiles and then sucks my bottom lip for a moment. “Remind me again why fucking you would ruin my life.”

  “Because, honey, you are a tramp.” I laugh hard and she grins as she licks her lips. “If you fuck me, you’re mine and I’m not going to let you go whoring it up anymore. You like being a dirty little freak too much. I just don’t think you can handle it.”

  “Call me dirty little freak again.”

  Janae grins as she lifts her head to press he
r lips against my ear. With a sweet raspy seductive coo, she whispers, “Welcome home, my dirty little freak.”

  I release a long moan and bend into her neck, latching on hard to her cocoa skin, just under her ear. Janae laughs as she smacks my bare ass again.

  “Get up, you little freak. I want to get breakfast.”

  With a dramatic groan, and while dragging my face down between her generous breasts and over her soft stomach, I slide off of her body. As my face reaches her groin, I give her a kiss right between the thighs on the outside of her jeans. As I stand up and turn around, she smacks me hard on my ass.

  “How many hoes did you sleep with while you were in Seattle?”

  “None.”

  “None?”

  I look over my shoulder and laugh at the shocked look on Janae’s face. Damn, she’s beautiful. Janae has skin the color of raw cocoa powder, full lips that always look like they’re smiling, even if she’s not, small round ears, a round nose, and almond shaped eyes the color of melted butterscotch. She has her hair done in quarter inch thick black braids with rusty brown highlights that reach the middle of her back, which she has clustered up in a half ponytail. She’s about four inches shorter than my five-foot-eight-inches and fuller in the figure with curves that make my mouth water.

  Janae has been my best friend for over ten years, and we have only ever been friends. We’ve never had sex – because she won’t let us.

  “Are you sure you’re not sick? How did you spend two weeks out there and not hook up with at least one girl?”

  “Why is it my problem? Maybe I just didn’t meet any women who were interested in me.” Janae laughs hard, as if the idea of a woman not wanting me is ridiculous. She leans back on her hands as she scans my body like she wants to have sex with me right now. “Stop looking at me like that. You’re not allowed to undress me with your eyes if you’re not going to let me fuck you.”

  “I’m not undressing you with my eyes. You’re already naked.”

  “Then what are you thinking about right now?”

  “How I’m going to eat pancakes dripping in syrup right off of your body if you don’t get some damn clothes on.”

  “You must love torturing yourself.”

  “Why do you say that?”

  “Because you want me bad, but you’re denying yourself all of this gloriousness.”

  Janae laughs and licks her lips. “Get dressed. Don’t make me tell you again.”

  While I release a burring moan, I turn back to my dresser and pull out a sports bra and a pair of boy-shorts underwear.

  “I love when you boss me around. It’s so fucking hot.”

  “And I’m the only woman you allow to boss you around. Don’t forget that. I won’t tolerate you allowing some hoe to boss you around.”

  I inhale deeply as my arousal increases, but I try to push it down because I know her flirting won’t lead to what I want. I slip into a pair of jeans, and as I’m about to pull the zipper up, Janae stands and grabs the two halves of my open jeans, yanking me in against her. The nerves in my clit tug hard and my insides contract with need. With a small closed lip grin, she stares in my eyes and slowly pulls my zipper up and buttons my jeans. She runs her fingertips around the waist and palms up my abs before pulling the shirt off of the hanger I hung from the dresser handle. I bend down and she puts the shirt on over my head and arms for me, then pecks my lips as she tugs it down to my waist.

  “Do you love me?”

  I smile and glide a hand back to cup the base of her skull, pulling her lips against mine. She closes her eyes and inhales through her nose while I hold my lips against hers for several moments. I give her bottom lip a gentle nibble, and whisper against her lips, “You know I do.”

  “Good.”

  Janae grabs my cologne off of my dresser top and spritzes my chest, abs, and my back. Then she slips my phone and wallet in my back pockets. I finish the outfit with a pair of burnished brown leather ankle boots that match well with the form fitting cream colored short sleeve polo I’m wearing.

  “Ok, I’m ready. Let’s go get those pancakes and syrup so we can come back here and get naked again.”

  Janae laughs as she slips her hand in mine, tugging me out of my bedroom, but then stops and looks around my room with a curious grin.

  “Wait, where are my panties I left in your bed?”

  “Oh, you are not getting those back.”

  “Excuse me?”

  “House rule – a girl leaves her panties, they become mine.”

  Janae releases a scoffing laugh and playfully smacks my chest. “Give me my panties.”

  “No way. So, how many times did you cum in my bed while I was gone?”

  “A lot.”

  “Did you wash the sheets?”

  “Nope.” I smile and tug on her hand. “Good girl.”

  “You are such a freak. God, I fucking missed you.”

  Janae releases my hand and leaps onto my back, making me stumble into a wall. I laugh hard as I grab her legs and help her up onto my back. She wraps her arms around my shoulders and firmly kisses my neck and cheek.

  Chapter Two

  As soon as we’re parked along the curb, and stepping out onto the sidewalk, Janae jumps on my back again and rides me the two blocks to Spoons, which is one of our favorite artisan cafés in the area. It has some of the best coffee around and it has great unique breakfast and lunch creations. It also happens to be owned by one of our best friends – Jill.

  I step inside with Janae still on my back and we look around for a free table. Janae points to the far-right side near the windows and bucks her hips against me in a “giddy-up” movement.

  “Jack! You’re back!”

  Jill pushes her way through a line of patrons at the takeout counter and between tables to get to us. Janae releases a cute giggle as she steps off of my back and allows Jill to throw her arms around me. She swings me side to side in a tight hug then firmly kisses my lips.

  Jill has an adorable dimple in her left cheek, has skin the color of creamed honey, is my height, and is thin with just a handful of firm meat in her ass, thighs, and breasts. Her hair is dark brown, long and straight, which she typically wears in a high ponytail. Her eyes are light blue and almost clear when the sun hits them.

  “Janae, do you know this crazy lady?”

  Jill laughs hard and smacks my shoulder. “Ass. Come on.”

  She yanks on my hand, pulling me over to the empty table by the window and we all sit down together.

  “How was your trip?”

  “Long, annoying, and frustrating as fuck, but successful in the end. I hate having to meet with those stuffy suit-wearing pompous men and women that run these big corporations. It’s like they think because I have tattoos, I’m a butch lesbian, and I don’t have a college education that they’re going to be able to run those meetings. These morons come to me looking for business solutions because I have the product they want, yet they’re going to try to lowball me. Fuck that. They’re going to pay better than premium rate, or I’ll sell to their competitor and they’ll be screwed.”

  “Did they end up paying your rate?”

  “Of course, they did.”

  I run my hand through my short brown hair with a cocky smile and lean back in my chair. I sold them a five-year contract for one of my data analytics programs for $3.5 million annually with an iron clad contract that they can’t get out of. Only I can end the contract, which would only happen if I find them in violation of the usage policies, which very rarely happens.

  “Congratulations. I’m proud of you.” Jill gives me a kiss on my cheek and stands up, pushing her chair in. “Let me get you menus. Do you know what you want to drink?”

  “Thank you. I’ll have whatever Janae orders.”

  “Two honey vanilla cappuccinos, please.”

  “OK, I’ll be right back.”

  After Jill walks away, Janae leans over the table and kisses my lips with a loving proud smile on her face.


  “What was that for?”

  “Because, you’re awesome. Do you have anything you have to do today, or can I have you all day?”

  “I’m all yours. I need to order some groceries at some point. I have nothing in the fridge.”

  “I know. Next time you go out of town, you need to stock your fridge for me. I had to order out every night.”

  I laugh hard and take her hand to trace her fingers and short lilac painted nails. “Why didn’t you just use my food service to order groceries? You have the account information.”

  “Because, I can’t get ‘cooking in the kitchen’ kind of comfortable there, or I’ll want to live there.”

  “So, you can’t cook in my kitchen, but you can masturbate in my bed? That makes a lot of sense. Besides, you cook for us all the time.”

  A couple of tables around us overhear me and start snickering and giggling, which makes Janae laugh hard and she slaps my shoulder as her cocoa cheeks darken with blush.

  “Shut up.”

  “Did you use my shower and jacuzzi?”

  “Of course, I did. You know I love your shower. I made love to it many times.”

  The tables around us laugh again. I lick my lips while looking at Janae’s, and her mouth curls into a gorgeous smile.

  “What are you thinking right now?”

  “Very dirty thoughts.”

  She laughs, and asks, “Aren’t you always? What specifically?”

  “Good morning!”

  A cheery bouncy blonde girl hops over to our table with menus and bundles of flatware in her hands and a giant smile on her face. She sets the menus down in front of us, and with her long blonde ponytail swinging side to side, she looks at each of us, meeting our eyes for a moment.

  “Jill said your cappuccinos will be right up. Is there anything I can get for you while you wait?”

  I scan her body and my mouth salivates. She has a trim waist, small round breasts – probably a B-cup, a nice thick round ass, and muscular curvy thighs. The girl’s cheeks blush bright red as I scan back up to meet her eyes and my smile widens. She clears her throat and shuffles awkwardly on her feet, turning slightly to look at Janae, which just gives me a better view of her nice ass.

  “Uh, do you, I mean, do either of you need anything?”