by T L Swan
“Close your eyes.” He stands behind me and starts to massage my chest, his hands running over my breasts in a circular motion and then down over my stomach and then back up around the backs of my hips and back around to my breasts.
My eyes close as I feel a deep relaxation sweep over me.
“Sshh,” he coos. The beautiful aroma of the massage oil only heightens my level of relaxation. The music blocks out the outside world. Am I really here, doing this?
“Release,” he whispers. “Sshh.” His heavy velvety accent permeates my senses as his hands go to my legs.
This really is … I can feel myself reaching a new level of, oh shit.
He sits on the bed between my legs and they fall open at his touch. My eyes flick up to him and he smiles warmly at me as he picks up my foot and rests it on his shoulder, he starts to massage my hamstring muscle then down to my butt. His fingers once again circle the outer lips of my sex on the upstroke.
“Does this feel nice?” he coos as his eyes lock on mine.
“Yes,” I whisper as I bite my bottom lip to stop myself from groaning out loud.
He does the other leg, and once again his fingertips explore my sex. Still in a non- threatening way. This is different to the way Joshua touches me. Patient, medicinal even. I am not threatened by this man at all. He’s not being sleazy or pushy and I find I am very quickly falling into an almost trance-like state.
Hi swings his legs over the massage bed so he is seated straddling it and he picks up my other leg and puts my foot onto his chest next to the other one. His fingers and hands massage my hamstring muscles, then move up to my hipbones where he rubs my hipbones. For some reason the way he is touching my hipbones start to raise my arousal to a new level. I don’t know if it’s the fact that I am naked with my legs up on a hot man or if this has something to do with the Tantric technique, but I feel my knees start to try to fall open by themselves. Oh shit.
“Sshh, don’t fight it. Let your body release. This is totally natural. Sshh,” he whispers again.
Holy crap. I start to breathe heavily as his hands rub more deeply over my hipbones. My knees have absolutely no strength and have fallen to the bed. His eyes are on my glistening open sex as he pushes deeper into my hipbones.
“Sshh, let yourself go. Relax, Natasha,” he whispers. “Breathe deeply.”
I shudder as an orgasm runs gently through me. He immediately goes back to massaging my hamstrings.
“Did that feel good?” he whispers.
“Yes,” I nod nervously. Holy shit … what am I doing?
Chapter 14
Joshua
I walk into the Ivy behind Cameron and Adrian at 11.50 pm. Our security trails behind us. I’ve been pissed off all day. We went to the VIP room last night and I had to leave suddenly. I was faced with a situation that has never happened to me before and I’m in shock.
Adrian turns to me. “Come on soft cock.” He smiles.
I glare at him. “Shut up before I punch your ugly face in. I’m not even joking.”
He and Cameron laugh. They think this is hilarious. All day I have been copping it. I couldn’t get it up last night. A beautiful woman is pulsating on my lap naked and … nothing. I had to leave in embarrassment with my tail between my legs.
“Were you hard when Tash kissed you yesterday?” Cameron smiles as we wait at the bar for our drinks.
“What do you reckon?” I snap. I rub my face in frustration. “Now the fucking bitch has made me impotent as well.”
They both laugh out loud.
“How long till we get this job finished? I need to get out of here,” I murmur.
“Oh shit,” Cameron murmurs as he drops his head, “Two o’clock.”
Adrian’s eyes and mine follow where his direction is indicating.
“Oh great,” Adrian whispers. “I didn’t bring a leash.”
The beautiful prostitute that I slept with before I got back with Tash is here. Great, more ammunition for her to fire my way.
We turn and head to our regular lounging hangout upstairs.
“How did you get me here anyway? I told you I wasn’t coming,” I say flatly.
“Um, I think I said, are you coming to the Ivy? And you said are the girls still coming? And I said yes. And you said, what time?” Cameron smirks.
“Hilarious,” I mouth at him as I take a sip of my drink.
Bridget and Abbie come through the crowd. Bridget smiles and sits on the arm of my chair.
“Hi,” she smiles as she runs her hand over the top of my head.
“Hi,” I smile. Abbie and Cameron immediately start to talk.
“Where is Tash?” Adrian asks.
“Oh my god, she’s so drunk. We left her downstairs with her bodyguard. I give it half an hour and she will have to go home.”
My eyes flick to Adrian and he stands. “I will go and get her.” He disappears through the club.
“Who is the guard she has with her?” I ask.
“Mine,” Abbie laughs. Hmm, she’s really drunk too.
“Where have you been? Why are you so drunk?” I ask.
“We went out for dinner to celebrate,” Bridget smiles into her drink as she tips her head back to scull.
“Celebrate what?” Cameron asks as he flops into the chair beside me.
Bridget and Abbie burst into laughter as their eyes meet. “Just stuff,” Bridget murmurs.
Hmm. Then I see her. A bright yellow short backless dress and gold strappy high heels. Her hair is out and messy. I snap my eyes away from her. Stop it. Why is she so damn perfect?
“Jooosshhhua,” she coos drunkenly. My eyes flick to her. She is really drunk. I’ve never seen her like this. She giggles and walks over to me. “I’ve been waiting for you my beautiful Lamborghini.” She runs her hand over my head affectionately.
My eyes flick to Cameron and Adrian who have been rendered speechless. I sit still as I hold my breath.
She walks around in front of me, hitches her dress up and straddles me in my seat. I sit back in shock.
She puts her arms around my neck and leans in and kisses me. My eyes flick to Cameron and he smirks. Good grief.
“I need you to take me home and fill me up big boy,” she purrs. Cameron chokes on his drink as he laughs.
“Christ, Natasha, what are you doing?” I stammer.
“I’m about to have sex,” she smiles as she takes my drink from me and sculls it, “with you.” She points the glass at me.
Bridget and Abbie start to laugh as they high-five each other.
She leans over and starts to suck on my neck and runs her tongue along my jaw and into my mouth and then gifts me with a deep kiss.
“Stop,” I stammer as I pull back from her. “What are you doing?”
“Taking back what’s mine,” she slurs.
She starts to untuck my shirt from my pants and she runs her hand over my lower stomach.
“Jesus, Natasha. Stop it.”
She goes back to my neck and starts to suck on it again.
Cameron laughs out loud. “How’s that big dick of yours now bro, still soft?”
“Shut up,” I snap. I will never admit it but I’m rock hard.
“Natasha. Stop it.” I pull back and take my drink from her.
“Do you want to taste me? Do it here, right now on this lounge.” I choke on my drink in shock.
“Excuse me.” We look around to see a bouncer standing over us. “She needs to stop that behaviour or she needs to leave,” he says flatly.
I nod. “Tash, get off me.”
She stands and glares at the bouncer. “Party pooper.” She sticks out her tongue at him and we all laugh at her ridiculousness.
She grabs my hand. “Come and dance and then take me home, baby.” She kisses the back of my hand.
Why does she have to be such a beautiful deceiver? I’d give anything to go with her. How am I supposed to resist this?
I shake my head. “No.”
She stands b
ack and glares at me. “No,” she repeats as she puts her hand on her hip.
“That’s what I said,” I repeat.
“Fine, I will find someone who will then, you can come and watch if you like. It’s going to be a great show tonight.”
I hear Cameron and Adrian snicker at each other.
“Is that a threat?” I snap.
She smiles sweetly. “No, that’s a promise.” She raises her eyebrows, blows me a kiss and then walks off sexily through the crowd. Her guard turns and follows her.
“Joshua, you had better go with her. She’s not joking,” Bridget snaps.
I screw my face up at her.
“I’m just saying, she hasn’t had sex since you and she is seriously good to go.” She widens her eyes at me to accentuate her point.
Cameron puts his hands over his eyes. “Oh my fucking god, she still hasn’t had sex. It’s been six months. Are you stupid? Get your ass down there.”
“No.” I sit back in my seat in defiance.
Two hours later I am in a near silent panic. I haven’t seen Tash since she told me she was going to sleep with someone else. The girls haven’t been back either. What in the hell is going on downstairs? It’s unusual, usually they come back every half hour or so for drinks between dancing. Not tonight.
Adrian is talking to some ugly guy at the bar and two girls are sitting so close to Cam they are almost on his lap. Ben is against the wall with the other security guards. He’s too neurotic to drink at the moment. He blames himself for the attack three weeks ago at my office when he had the week off. I sit next to them, detached from their conversation. The side of my pointer slides back and forth across my lips as I think.
She still hasn’t slept with anyone … why?
It can’t have anything to do with me. She didn’t love me when we were together, so she definitely doesn’t love me now. Why hasn’t she slept with anyone? She’s obviously gagging for it. I’ve never been with a women who is so sexually raw and untamed. My mind goes back to her body yesterday in the stairwell and a wave of arousal sweeps over me, and I harden. I scrub my hand over my face in frustration and lean back in my seat. Oh the irony. I have a hot naked stripper rubbing herself all over me last night and nothing and yet just the thought of Natasha and her beautiful tight body sends my hormones into overdrive. Why am I so physically attracted to the ultimate deceiver? I need to break free from this stupid obsession. Cam’s right—why can’t I be attracted to one of the beautiful women from home? Am I ever going to feel something? I make myself sick. I need to go home. Now.
Cameron returns with drinks. I hadn’t even realized he had left. “Here.” He places them in front of me.
“Thanks,” I murmur, distracted.
“Hello Joshua.” A voice from behind me sneers.
It’s that blonde prostitute. I don’t even know her name. I make eye contact with Ben and slightly nod, he nods in reply and walks slowly over to us.
“Let’s get out of here.” She signals to the stairs.
I roll my eyes. “Let’s not,” I reply flatly. “Go away, I’m not interested.”
She puts her hand on her hip. “That’s very rude.”
I raise an eyebrow at her in contempt. “No, if you want rude I will rephrase it, get out of my fucking sight.”
Cameron smiles and sits back as he watches our interaction. He’s loving this.
“I didn’t hear you complain when we were together,” she purrs.
I roll my eyes. “Go away. I’m done.” I signal to Ben who walks over and stands behind her.
“Move,” Ben snaps.
“Don’t you dare put your ghouls onto me. Who do you think you are?”
“Over this boring conversation. That’s who.” I scratch my head in frustration. I don’t want Natasha to see her talking to me.
Ben grabs the back of her elbow and she rips it away from him.
“Don’t touch me,” she yells. People around us start to notice the disturbance and I drop my head in embarrassment.
“You will be sorry, Joshua.”
I laugh. “Actually trust me. No, I won’t.” I raise my eyebrows.
She smiles. “I wonder if your little princess would like the movies sent to her private or personal email.”
My eyes slowly rise to meet hers.
“Natasha Marx, Psychologist. Just changed jobs right. Email natashamarx@sydney hospital.com.au.” She folds her arms in front of her and smiles at me.
Ben grabs her again and I hold up my hand to him to signify for him to stop. Cameron sits up in his seat immediately.
“Got your attention now, haven’t I?” she sneers. “That’s right. I filmed our nights together and I am only too happy to pass on the happy memories to the boring little wife and kiddies.”
“What do you want?” Cameron snaps angrily.
“I will let you know.” She storms off.
“Son of a bitch, you attract crazies,” Cameron stammers as he holds his forehead with one hand.
Adrian walks over. “What did she want?”
“Nob jockey here was filmed by the prostitute and now she wants money or she is going to send the movies to Natasha.”
Adrian’s eyes snap to me. “Tell me you are not that stupid.”
I drop my head. “This just gets better by the day.”
My phone beeps a text. It’s Natasha.
Hello xx
I sit back in my seat and smile. This brings back memories. I reply.
Hello
My phone beeps again.
Are you coming down here to kiss me?
I smile, I wish. I reply.
No
For fifteen minutes I watch my phone while I wait for her reply, but it doesn’t come. What is she doing?
“What if that chick goes and sees Natasha and tells her about the movies?” Cameron remarks over his drink.
I frown and stand in a rush. “Let’s go downstairs,” I stammer.
Adrian smiles broadly as he stands. He nods and signals to Ben.
We start to make our way over to the staircase. “What’s doing with Tash?” Cam smirks over his shoulder as he takes the first step down.
I shrug as I follow. “Nothing, why do you say that?”
He turns back to look at me. “Well, if you were finished with her you wouldn’t care what that chick has to show her.” He smirks at me.
My eyes meet his.
“Would you?” He breaks into a broad smile as he raises his eyebrows.
I roll my eyes.
“He’s right.” Adrian laughs. “Inspector Morse doesn’t miss a trick.”
I shake my head and we get to the bottom of the stairs where I am greeted by the sight of Abbie kissing a guy to the side of the bar.
Cameron smirks again as he turns back to me. “Figures,” he mouths at me and I raise a brow.
My eyes instinctively search the space. I don’t see her anywhere. Bridget comes through the crowd.
“Hi.” She kisses me on the cheek and I put my arm around her affectionately. She hasn’t taken sides; I really do love Didge. Abbie on the other hand is a bad influence. I haven’t forgotten the ‘Natasha needs to have a threesome’ remark from that tape that night. I can just imagine her constantly setting Tash up with guys, pushing her into it. It’s been haunting me for six fucking months. My eyes search for her again. I am still reeling from the info that Natasha hasn’t slept with anyone else.
She’s still mine.
“She’s dancing,” Bridget smiles.
I frown at her. “Huh?”
“You’re looking for Tash?” she questions.
“No,” I answer. Actually if the girls are here, who is she dancing with?
Then I see her, she’s laughing and talking up close to some guy in his ear. He has his arm around her and I find myself clenching my jaw in anger. I look away in a rush. I need a drink so I head straight to the bar as jealousy starts to pump through my veins. What am I doing? She shouldn’t affect me this way. I o
rder three shots and drink them in succession. I need to loosen the hell up. I get the rest of the drinks for everybody and head back to the group and there she is … with Cyril? I put my head down so I don’t make a scene and strangle him on the spot. What’s his name again? I troll my brain. Fuck he’s so … geeky.
Cameron leans over to talk in my ear. “Who’s the bozo?”
I shrug in annoyance.
Natasha walks over and grabs my arm affectionately. “Joshua, baby, you remember Simon?” She slurs into my ear.
I nod and put my hand out to shake his. I really want to break this fucker’s fingers right now. Work friend, work friend, work friend, I remind myself. Cameron smirks as he goes up on his toes in cheek and puts his hand out to shake hands.
“Simon.”
“Cameron.” Cameron smiles. He and Adrian smile broadly at each other. Why do they love it when I sweat like this?
“Adrian.” Adrian holds out his hand to shake the loser’s hand.
“Simon.” He smiles.
Natasha walks over to me and slips her hand under my suit jacket and around my waist. She kisses my shoulder.
“Let’s dance, baby.” She grabs my hand and tries to pull me onto the dance floor.
I shake my head. “I don’t want to dance.”
She pulls a whiny face and I smile. She really is a very cute drunk.
She turns to geek boy. “Simon, will you dance with me honey?” she slurs. She wouldn’t.
He raises his eyebrows and smiles. “Of course, my lady.” He wraps his arm around her and they dance off through the crowd.
My eyes flick to Cameron who is smiling into his drink. “Don’t look at me, she asked you first.”
I swig my drink without tasting it. Bitch.
Natasha doesn’t come back for over an hour and I find myself constantly looking for her. Where in the hell is she?
“Hi, I’m Elsa,” a pretty brunette purrs. “And this is Carmen.” She points to a stunning blonde who beams at us.
I smile as I turn to her. “Hello, I’m Joshua and this is Cameron and Adrian.” They both turn to her and smile. From the corner of my eye I see Natasha’s yellow dress on the other side of the dance floor. My eyes flick over. She’s in Simon’s arms and dirty dancing. My face drops and Adrian turns to see what I am looking at.
