by T L Swan
“Stop it, you’re talking crazy,” Adrian snaps.
I turn to Ben. “Get those fucking tapes back at all cost. Do what has to be done,” I snap and leave the room.
Natasha
I look nervously at myself in the wardrobe door mirror. I look like Frankenstein’s version of a medic: half hooker, half nurse. We are going with Adrian to a fancy dress ball for Nicholas Anastas’s charity tonight. Joshua hates fancy dress with a passion but I have promised to wear a naughty nurse outfit to sweeten the deal. I have a skintight white short nurse’s tunic on that has a zipper down the length of the front of it with a little pointy collar. The girls are standing to attention in the boostiest bra I could find, I have high sheer-white stockings that come above my knee with a little red satin bow at the top and I am wearing white patent sky-high stiletto shoes that are without a doubt the most uncomfortable shoes known to man. I need to bring Mr Stanton out of his shell at all costs. All this softly, softly quiet business at my mother’s house this week is about to drive me insane. I love the gentle love making but now I just need to be taken hard. My hair is out and teased in a Bridget Bardot do and I have the full cat makeup on. Let’s do this. I walk into the lounge room and the girls both turn to look at me. Bridget is taking a large scull of her drink and chokes as her eyes find me.
“Holy shit,” she snaps. “Are you trying to give him a heart attack?”
I smile and nod as Abbie hands me my wine. Abbie’s eyes scan up and down as she nods. “Now that’s what I’m talking about, she coos.
She points her wine glass at Bridget. “Why didn’t you get us outfits like that. We look like shit.”
Bridget looks down at herself. “I think we look ok.” She shrugs her shoulders.
“We look like men,” Abbie snaps. “This outfit is totally sexless.”
I giggle as I look at the two of them dressed in their doctor’s coats and pants. It’s a government services fancy dress, you have to dress in something from a service.
“I didn’t see you at the fancy dress shop, you ungrateful witch. I got the best that was there,” Bridget frowns.
I laugh out loud. “I like the outfits Didge, they are very …” I smirk as I try and think of the right analogy. “Medicinal.”
“Medicinal,” Abbie snaps. “That will do me. I don’t want to look medicinal. I want to look hot.”
Bridget rolls her eyes. “Blah, blah. Abbie, you would look hot in a garbage bag. Who are you kidding?” I smile, thank frigging god I picked my own outfit.
We arrive at the function hall an hour later, and our driver pulls into the round circular drop off area. This is a Government Services Fancy Dress Ball, a fundraiser for mental health. It was organized by Nicholas Anastas for his combined charities and this is the fifth year he has held this event. In front of the function centre is a wide sandstone staircase that winds up to the huge double doors into the venue. There are four people lined up on each side of the door on the landing at the top of the stairs welcoming the guests as they walk into the ballroom. Nicholas is the last on the right. He is wearing a full white navy uniform and hat.
“Holy shit, he’s hot,” Abbie purrs as her eyes find him.
“I know—that’s him.”
“Who?” she questions as she frowns.
“He’s the guy who Adrian has been seeing, Nicholas Anastas,” I whisper as we walk up the steps towards the welcoming group.
“You’re joking, that’s him?” she snaps. “He’s totally straight, no way he’s batting for the other team,” she whispers angrily.
“Would you think that Adrian was gay if you didn’t know him?” Bridget whispers.
Abbie frowns. “Maybe.”
“I wouldn’t,” Bridget smirks.
We get to the top of the stairs and Nicholas’s dark eyes find me, he smiles warmly and immediately walks over to us. “Natasha, my dear, thank you for coming.” He kisses my cheek, oh dear he really is quite…
“Hello.” I smile nervously and am suddenly painfully aware that I look like something from the Rocky Horror Picture show. “These are my two friends, Bridget and Abbie.” I hold my hand up to them awkwardly.
He smiles and shakes their hands, and the girls exchange looks.
“Are the boys here yet?” I ask.
He smiles. “Not yet.” He gives me a wink and then moves on to greet the next person in the line behind us.
‘He’s divine,” Bridget murmurs in amazement.
“I know,” I reply as we enter the opulent ballroom. Our eyes immediately look around the space.
“I could turn him,” Abbie smiles.
“Wow,” Bridget whispers as she rolls her eyes at Abbie. “Yeah into a pumpkin.” She giggles.
“Jeez, this is an extravagant affair,” I murmur as I look around.
“But do they make a good margarita?” Abbie whispers.
Bridget smiles. “I will get us some, back in a minute.”
The decorations have a distinct disco feel. There are mirrored balls and coloured lights circling around the room. The crowd is eclectic and it seems funny with everyone dressed in a uniform, like weird. Bridget finally returns from the bar with a round of margaritas when I see it. The four hottest men in history entering the room. It’s as if the room stands still in awe. I know I am. Ben, Cam and Adrian are in front and then, at the back, always at the back, is Joshua. Dear God, it’s every Magic Mike fantasy that I ever had. They are wearing the same outfits. White tight singlet, green army cargo pants, green army cap and dog chains.
“Shit,” Abbie purrs.
I smile deviously. “I know, right?” I whisper.
“Army,” Bridget whispers.
“And you know what that stands for?” Abbie murmurs as her eyes scan up and down the four gorgeous men.
I take a sip of my drink and smile. “Code for fuck me,” I whisper as my mind gives me a visual of being taken by that god.
“If you don’t tap Ben tonight, you’re an idiot,” Abbie says to Bridget as her eyes follow them.
“Hmm, maybe?” Bridget whispers.
My eyes scan up and down Joshua’s muscular body as he walks effortlessly through the crowd across the room. I can see every muscle in his arms and shoulders through the shirt that leaves nothing to the imagination, his dark skin and ripped muscles are screaming at me … to every woman who is present. His dark hair and chiselled jaw line only accentuate his large red lips. My god he’s beautiful, how is it possible that one human being can be so virile….so blatantly sexual. His eyes search the room until they meet mine and he stops dead and smirks sexily at me as his eyes drop hungrily down my body. I feel the burn from his gaze as his eyes go back up to my face. He ticks his jaw and cracks his neck hard. There it is … the jackpot … more valuable than winning the lottery to any female with a pulse. My heart rate picks up speed in anticipation. He walks through the crowd on a mission and he grabs me roughly around the waist and jerks me toward him. Oh shit.
“If you have any intention of walking for two days, precious girl, I suggest you go home and change,” he whispers huskily.
I bite my lip to hide my smile, bingo.
His dilated eyes drop to my lips and I lick them slowly as anticipation runs through me. He jerks me to him again, he’s just so … ridiculously hot.
I feel myself weaken to his strength and a burst of arousal breaks the dam.
“Well?” he snaps.
I run my hand slowly down his face and kiss him slowly as my tongue rims his lips.
“I’ll forgo walking for a week if you give me what I want,” I whisper.
He cracks his neck hard again and kisses me roughly, all suction, all domination.
“Natasha, I mean it, when you look like that I can’t be held responsible for how rough I take you. You are playing with fire and are going to fucking cop it.”
Mmm, that’s sounds good. I smile sexily as I run my fingertip up the back of his neck.
“I hope so, Mr Stanton, you can’t have
a party if you don’t send out an invitation,” I whisper into his ear as I lick it.
He bends and kisses me as he grabs the back of my hair and I feel his hardness pressing onto me. Oh shit, I could orgasm right here, doing just this. His tongue ploughs through my mouth and previews me a glimpse of what I am going to get tonight and, quite frankly, I don’t care if I can’t walk for a month. I need this … so damn hard.
“We are going home very soon,” he snaps and pulls out of my grip and walks to the bar.
I stumble back and turn and as I pull out of my arousal fog I see Cameron, Adrian, Abbie and Bridget’s eyes firmly on me. Oh shit, I forgot they were here listening.
“Oh my god, can we come home and watch you guys have sex?” Abbie giggles into her drink. “He should be put in a cage.”
I bite my bottom lip to stifle my smile. “You got that right,” I answer as I look around nervously. How does he make me forget where I am like that?
“Adrian, did you see Nicholas in that naval uniform?” I grab his arm.
“I know,” he smirks.
“He’s a damn fine specimen,” Bridget tutts.
“He is, isn’t he?” I answer.
Joshua returns from the bar with Ben and our eyes meet across the group. Once again his eyes drop down my body and he cracks his neck as he takes a sip of his beer from the bottle. The group continues to talk around us but I am lost, lost to the need of the man across the circle from me. I can feel it from here. He can’t even act unaroused as I can see the large erection in his pants. He really should be in a cage … because he’s the one who’s going to fucking cop it … and he’s not walking tomorrow either. We both stand staring at each other as we drink our drinks in silence. I have never been more aroused in public. I walk over and run my hand down his face as I kiss him gently.
“Let’s dance,” I whisper.
He swallows as his eyes drop to my cleavage. “I need to be alone with you,” he growls.
My breath catches. “Me too baby, patience.” I smile as I run my hand over his chest and lean into him.
“Fuck Tash, we need to go home now. I need you,” he whispers as he closes his eyes as if in pain.
“Sshh, patience big boy. You can have whatever you want when we get home.”
His eyes widen and he holds his head on the side in question. “Anything I want?” he repeats in a whisper.
I bite my lip to stifle my smile as my eyes drop to his perfect body and I nod. “Anything you want,” I whisper again. The words he first teased me with about his need in a wife come back to me and I raise an eyebrow in a teasing gesture.
He swallows the lump in his throat and cracks his neck hard as he pulls me into him by my behind. “Be careful what you wish for, precious, I don’t have it in me to be gentle tonight.” I feel my heart flutter as I bring my hand to the back of his head as he buries it into my shoulder. He once again rubs his engorged length into me as he growls into my neck.
“Will you two fucking cool it. We are at a charity ball for Christ’s sake,” Cameron snaps as he looks around, embarrassed.
Joshua and I jump back from each other as we realise what we must look like. Jeez, what the hell am I doing?
“Fuck off,” Joshua snaps to Cameron as his eyes flick around in annoyance. “I will do what I like.”
Cameron frowns. “Go and do it against the wall then, we have to stand here while you two make a porno in front of our eyes.” Bridget clinks her glass with Cameron and Adrian and Abbie laugh.
I drop my head as I giggle in embarrassment and Joshua smiles and pulls me onto the dance floor.
“Dance with me, my beautiful slut, before I fuck you into next week,” he purrs.
I laugh out loud. “You are a born romantic, Stanton.”
He smiles broadly. “Sshh don’t tell anyone.” He spins me around until we are at the back of the dance floor and we pick up exactly where we left off. Erection in my stomach, hand at the back of my head, tongue in my mouth and me desperately needing a change of underwear.
Chapter 22
Adrian
I stand with Cameron on the side of the dance floor. We watch Joshua spin Natasha around as they both laugh. No one else is in the room for them.
I smile broadly. “Have you even seen him dance with a girl before?” I ask Cameron as I drink my drink.
“Nope.” Cameron shakes his head as his eyes stay glued to the two of them.
“Me neither.” I smile. “He’s like a different person with her.
Cameron frowns. “If I ever get that pussy-whipped please get me castrated.”
I laugh into my drink. “Me too.”
Cameron shakes his head in disgust.
“What?” I ask.
He shakes his head and takes a swig of his beer. “How is this going to go when that silly bitch sends this email to Natasha, huh. What then? It will be Armageddon once more.”
My stomach drops as I run my hand through my hair. “I know. I am trying to get him to tell Natasha before that happens,” I mutter.
Cameron shakes his head in disgust. “Just pay the money and be done with it.”
I frown. “You can’t be that stupid? She will just keep coming back for more money and Natasha will finally find out,” I snap angrily.
“Can you imagine if Natasha sees that tape of him with her? She’ll lose it.”
“There’s a sex tape?” Abbie snaps from behind us. Fuck! My horrified eyes meet Cameron’s.
“What are you talking about?” Cameron snaps.
“Who’s blackmailing Joshua?” she asks as she puts her hand on her hip. “Has he been fucking around again?” she sneers angrily.
I shake my head as I try to think quickly on my feet. What in the hell did she just hear?
Cameron’s eyes flick to me. “No, of course not!” he snaps angrily. “Stop eavesdropping.”
“You tell me right now or I am going to tell Natasha.” Her angry eyes move between the both of us.
Cameron’s nervous eyes flick to Natasha and Joshua who are now kissing on the dance floor. “I don’t know what you are talking about,” he snaps.
“I’m not stupid and I won’t tell Tash. I mean it, tell me!”
Cameron’s eyes meet mine. “It was before he was with Natasha.”
Abbie narrows her eyes. “Where?” she snaps.
I swallow the lump in my throat. “Here in Australia,” I whisper quietly.
She narrows her eyes. “Go on,” she sneers.
“Joshua was with a girl before he was with Natasha at the wedding, Cameron says nervously as I take a drink.
“Yes, TC the prostitute,” she says.
Cameron frowns. “TC? What does that mean?”
She pulls a disgusted face. “Tunnel cunt.”
I spit my drink out and Cameron bursts out laughing. “That about sums it up actually.” He laughs.
“Anyway she had a camera in her bag and now wants five million dollars or she is going to send the tape to Natasha at work,” Cameron sighs.
Abbie narrows her eyes as she puts her hands on top of her head in frustration. “She’s such a bitch,” she snaps.
I frown. “You know her?”
She nods. “Unfortunately, yes, she does this shit often, blackmails men to get what she wants. She’s sleeping with my flat mate.”
My horrified eyes meet Cameron’s. “You know where she lives?’ I stammer.
“No, but I can find out. If she thinks she’s doing this to Natasha she has another think coming. That bitch is going down. Leave this to me and don’t you dare pay her one cent and don’t tell Joshua I know.”
Cameron’s eyes flick to me. Shit, now we have done it. Abbie storms off through the crowd.
“That’s going to backfire,” Cameron snaps.
“Tell me about it,” I stammer as I feel a hand snake around my waist from behind. Nicholas leans into my ear. “Hello,” he smiles.
I smile warmly over my shoulder. “Hello.”
Came
ron’s eyes light up. “Hello, Nick, nice to see you.” They shake hands. I put my hand out and he smiles at me and then leans in and kisses my cheek. ‘I don’t think so,” he whispers into my ear.
I swallow uncomfortably and step back as my eyes drop to the perfect specimen before me, tall and dark in full naval whites. I feel myself harden.
His eyes drop down my body as he takes a sip of his drink and he licks his bottom lip seductively. “I like your outfit,” he smirks.
I smile nervously as my eyes flick to Cameron who smiles into his drink. “Thanks.” My heart rate just picked up by thirty beats per second. Why does he make me feel like this?
“Are you having a good time?” he asks.
“Amazing,” Cameron answers. “How many years have you been doing this event?”
He and Cameron start to talk but I can’t concentrate on the conversation. Every one of my senses is standing to attention. I have never had such a physical reaction to any person before and it’s very unsettling. He’s taller than me and lean but it’s his intelligence and confidence that arrests me and holds me captive. I’m so nervous I feel like I can’t breathe.
Nicholas’s eyes flick intermittently to me as he talks to Cameron. What’s he thinking? I really should be joining in the conversation but I can’t even talk. This is ridiculous. As he continues to talk to Cameron he puts his hand out and gently runs it up and down my arm. Cameron’s eyes meet mine as he smirks at me. Fuck, Nicholas is a confident bastard.
His hand finds the bottom of my arm and he links our hands. “Can I steal you for a moment?” he asks.
Cameron smiles. “I’m going to the bar. He’s all yours.” He walks off.
He smiles broadly at me. “All mine hey?” His eyes drop to my lips. “I like the sound of that.”
I swallow nervously.
“Come, I want to show you something.” He pulls me by the hand through the crowd and I reluctantly follow. I can feel the gaze of people on my back as we get to a door which he opens. As he ushers me into a staircase and starts to walk up it, the door opens behind me and my two security guards walk in. Nicholas turns to them annoyed. “Can we have some privacy please?” he asks me with a raised eyebrow.
