Fisher of Men

by Phoebe Alexander

  “Not in theory,” Leah played along. “And I am almost positive I don't have a problem with good looking teachers like Jeremy.”

  “Fair enough. Shall we?” he asked, offering his arm.

  Leah had indulged in enough alcohol that the moments between sliding the deck door open to re-enter the house and shutting the door of one of the eight lavishly decorated bedrooms were pretty much a blur. Next thing she knew, Cap was lifting the silk dress over her head and revealing her strapless bra and matching thong to a very curious Jeremy and Amanda.

  Amanda turned out to be quite forward. “Can I touch you?” she asked assertively as she removed her own white three-tiered skirt and skimpy fuchsia camisole. She was not wearing a bra or panties. She faced Leah, standing at the edge of the bed, her full, heavy breasts jutting out in front of her and a thin line of pubic hair trailing down to her sex. She was small-boned and tan-skinned with a beautiful hourglass shape. Leah's eyes traced her delicate collarbones, rounded shoulders and the curve from her waist to her hips. She nodded to Amanda's question and watched the brunette's lush brown hair wave around her shoulders as she crawled across the bed toward her.

  Amanda reached behind Leah's back and unhooked her bra with one hand. She tossed it to the floor casually and then went to work sliding Leah's thong down her long, pale legs. The men sat down on the bed, one on each side of the pair of ladies. Amanda only had eyes for Leah though as she straddled Leah's bare hips and lifted her chin to touch her lips with her own. The tiniest sigh escaped Leah's lips as Amanda's tongue traced the line between them, signaling for them to part.

  Leah couldn't believe how soft Amanda's mouth was against hers. It was the lightest flutter of her tongue against Leah's that sent chills racing up and down her spine. She nearly shuddered as Amanda gently sucked her lip into her mouth and nibbled it ever so delicately. Leah was so used to big, wet lips; rough, calloused hands and bristly facial hair rubbing against her face. She'd never felt such a soft kiss; it was like the caress of an angel's wing.

  When Amanda broke away, Leah turned and saw Cap's eyes boring into her. “Open the door,” Leah begged in a whisper, her voice stolen by desire. “I want to be watched.”

  Jeremy popped off the bed to honor Leah's request and as he returned, Leah noticed the bulge that had grown in his pants. Amanda eased herself down Leah's body, tasting her stomach, her hips, her thighs, trailing kisses down the slit between her netherlips until she parted them with the same gentleness she'd used on Leah's mouth. Jeremy resumed his position on the bed, but this time on his knees facing Leah. She watched him unfasten his pants and release his engorged cock only a foot from her mouth. She looked up at him with desperate eyes, hoping he would get a sense of how badly she needed him in her mouth.

  She gasped as Amanda's tongue found its way to her clitoris, softly encircling it with very light pressure just as Jeremy slid his thick member past her lips. Cap watched from the other side of the bed, calmly observing his girlfriend being immersed in pleasure as a crowd gathered outside the door. “You can come in and watch,” he advised, and then several bodies lined the wall opposite the bed. There was a chaise lounge and a bench at the vanity and a few of the ladies took a seat while the men looked on with raging erections and ravenous eyes.

  Leah felt herself surrender to Amanda's ministrations, not once, not twice, but three times before becoming so sensitive that she needed a reprieve. So satiated and grateful, she felt it was only right to return the favor. She sat up and patted the bed where she had lain, gesturing for Amanda to take her place. “I've never done this before,” she whispered. A disclaimer.

  Amanda licked Leah's juices off her lips and then pushed the strawberry blonde's head toward her sex, urging her to use her mouth for purposes other than speaking. Cap stroked his fingers through Leah's hair as she tentatively descended upon the dark-haired woman's pussy. “That's it, Sugar, go slow at first, taste how badly she wants you.”

  The flavor was mild and creamy; Leah felt it soaking into her tongue as she glided it up Amanda's labia. She absorbed the scent of her desire mixed with jasmine cologne into her lungs as she teased Amanda's swelling clit with the tip of her tongue. She felt a hand on her ass and thought it was Cap preparing to take her, but she quickly realized the hand was smaller and softer. She briefly glanced behind her and saw that Jeremy was rolling a condom onto his cock and rubbing himself against the cleft between her cheeks.

  “May I fuck you?” he asked politely and waited for her to nod approval before sinking himself into her. “Oh, god,” he cried out as he filled her soaking pussy. He tried to find a slow pace, but his grip on her hips kept tightening and his thrusts came closer and closer together.

  Cap had suffered enough in observation mode and removed his clothes in the blink of an eye. He presented his cock to Amanda, who was gasping for air and crying out as Leah began to suck her clit into her mouth. Amanda began to lap greedily at his offering, her tongue running up and down Cap's thick shaft until he'd had enough of that too and forced two thirds of it down her throat. She choked and sputtered, but became so turned on that she tangled her fingers in Leah's hair and pulled her closer until her face was buried in her juicy mound. She began to wildly buck under Leah's mouth as Cap throat-fucked her. Her muffled screams broke free when Cap pulled out, afraid of what might happen if she came and sunk her teeth into him.

  Holy shit, I just made a woman cum with my mouth, Leah thought as she felt Amanda explode underneath her. She gushed her sweet nectar all over Leah's face as she felt her sex spasm and contract against her lips. While that was happening and Amanda was recovering, Jeremy took the opportunity to pull out and drag Leah to the end of the bed. He stood between her legs and reinserted his cock, grabbing her legs and throwing them up against his shoulders.

  The new angle and depth caused Leah to cry out from the relentless stimulation of her g-spot. She began to orgasm not once, not twice, but again in triplicate as Jeremy stuffed her cunt full of his cock over and over again. Finally, he pulled out, stroking his member with one hand and pulling the condom off with the other. In only a few seconds, he spurted a huge white load of cum across Leah's stomach which Amanda promptly scrambled to kneel over Leah and lick up. She gathered up a mouthful of it and pressed her lips against Leah's, pushing the hot, salty semen into her mouth so that they could swirl it back and forth between them.

  While the two ladies were snowballing Jeremy's load, Cap ambled over to the space Jeremy had just vacated between Leah's legs. He entered her, pushing her thighs back toward her shoulders. She pulled away from kissing Amanda to make sure it was him, even though the fit of him inside her felt familiar.

  Jeremy and Amanda both moved back and joined the spectators watching as Cap began to drill into her. Leah saw that at least one of the guys had his eyes glued to her while another lady perched on her knees in front of him, sucking his cock for all it was worth. But it was Leah that he was watching, Leah that he desired. Another man sat in the corner with his hand resting on his erection, just slowly stroking it up and down as he viewed the scene on the bed. Knowing that she had an audience who was getting off just by watching her made her orgasm again, her pussy spasming so violently that she nearly expelled Cap's massive tool even though he was slamming it into her with impressive vigor.

  “Come on, baby, give me that cum!” she yelled through clenched teeth, her body tensing up for another climax to claim her. She grabbed his hips and pushed him harder and deeper into her, wrapping her legs around him to achieve maximum penetration.

  It only took those words to elicit the infamous growl, starting deep in his throat and roaring out his mouth. One heartbeat later, she felt him fill her pussy with his load, coating her inside and out with cum. Once he finished and withdrew, she collapsed with her head in Amanda's lap while the two men went to retrieve some towels. Her body felt like a million rubber bands limply coiled in a pile after being relieved of the duty of holding together a skyscraper.

  Tha
t night when she and Cap left the party, out of the corner of her eye she saw Rhonda staring at her. And the look on her face was not one of hate or jealousy, or even curiosity, but one of pity.

  NINETEEN

  ...but no one can tame the tongue. It is restless and evil, full of deadly poison.

  -James 3:8 (NLT)

  She was not expecting any visitors to her office. It was supposed to be a day of reconciling receipts with her budgets, thus she had spreadsheets filling up both of her computer monitors and a stack of papers spread out on her desk. Her head was swimming in numbers when her assistant's voice came through the intercom announcing, “There's someone named Mary here to see you.”

  Leah sighed. She hated being interrupted when she was in the middle of a highly-involved cognitive exercise. Like balancing budgets. The name Mary didn't resonate with her. It could be any number of staff or vendors. Isn't there a Mary on the night shift cleaning crew? Leah was accustomed to hearing employee gripes and grievances. At least once a week, an employee dropped into her office to register a complaint about some slight or perceived injustice. Many times it was about another employee and not about the management at The Pearl, and in those situations, Leah got to play mediator.

  She was taken aback to see Mary from Casey's Group appear in her doorway, Mary the ordained minister who did couples counseling and had spoken with Leah about alternative ways to interpret scriptures regarding sex. She had her long, gray-streaked brown hair braided down her back and wore a simple denim sundress with Birkenstocks. Although she normally had a sunny smile affixed to her face, today she looked weary and concerned.

  Leah stood to greet her, already forgetting her annoyance at being interrupted. “Mary, it's so nice to see you. Is everything okay?” Leah was good at reading people, and it was obvious that Mary was upset about something.

  “I really need to talk to you,” Mary said quietly, taking a seat in one of the chairs across from Leah's desk.

  “Of course,” Leah said, sitting down and sliding her chair back under her desk. “What's up?”

  Mary crossed her legs at the ankles, folded her hands in her lap, and leaned in toward Leah's desk. Leah stared at the other woman's hands, the veins protruding through thin, waxy skin, dotted with age spots, but topped with delicate fingers and bare but well-manicured nails. “I don't know where to start exactly,” she admitted. “But I really thought you should know what I've heard so you can discuss it with Cap and make sure you're still on the same page.”

  “What are you talking about?” Leah asked. Even before her mind could process Mary's statement, her heart began pounding against her chest.

  “I spoke with Casey this morning. She told me that she heard from a reliable source who spoke with Cap at the party the other night...” Her face was etched with worry lines and her cheeks were sallow. She looked as though it would physically hurt her to speak another word.

  Leah was agitated, her nerves buzzing with dread. “Heard what?” she demanded, no longer able to rein in her patience.

  Mary hesitated again, but only for a moment. A deep breath later, and she let the information escape like air bursting out of a popped balloon. “Apparently Cap was talking about you and your relationship, and he said that his interest in you was purely professional. That he was grooming you for the lifestyle and for managing the club. And he claimed he didn't have any romantic feelings toward you.”

  Leah scanned Mary's eyes for signs of honesty and found them in her trembling gray irises and large inky-black pupils. She reached out her arms across the desk to clasp Leah's hands in her own. Leah's throat swelled shut. She had no words and no tears. Her entire body was gripped with shock. Finally, words made her way from her brain to her mouth, somehow squeezing through the erratic nerve impulses and furiously pumping blood. “Whom did he say that to?”

  “Casey wouldn't say, just that the source was trustworthy. She called me this morning because she was so upset and she didn't know what to do. She wanted my guidance. I said that you needed to be told and she didn't think she could do it. She was crying and beside herself. She cares for you a great deal.” Mary patted Leah's clammy hand and then squeezed it. “I'm not sure what this means for the club. I don't know if she can work with Cap after this, but I know she's poured a huge amount of money and energy into it that she'll lose if she pulls out now.”

  “I need to talk to her,” Leah said, rising from her desk.

  “Okay,” Mary whispered, choking back the empathetic tears that were forming. “Do you want me to come with you?”

  Leah's whole body was shaking as she gathered up her phone and her purse. “No, thank you, though. This is something I need to deal with myself.”

  On her way out the door, she remembered the one-sided conversation she'd overheard between Cap and Rhonda on the deck at Casey's party. Then the look of pity painted across Rhonda's face as she left the party on Cap's arm flooded back to her.

  Leah was relieved that Casey was in her office, but she was on the phone so Leah had to wait fifteen minutes to have an audience with her. She sat outside the office staring at the knockdown finish on the walls. It was a bright terracotta color and all the artwork featured sunsets over the bay or sunrises over the beach, reflecting the same shade as the walls. Leah got so lost in one painting that she nearly jumped out of her skin when Casey came to the door to welcome her.

  She started to sit down in the blue chair across from Casey's desk but suddenly forgot why she was there. She stood in the middle of the office, paralyzed. She couldn't remember driving there and had already forgotten the fifteen minute wait in the hallway outside the office. All she recalled was one picture that captured her attention, a row of houses with black roof lines stacked against the amber clouds that drifted over a dusky violet bay. Her eyes and mouth were dry. In just the course of a half hour, it seemed like all the moisture had evaporated from her body.

  Casey's makeup was smudged around her eyes as if she had been crying. She surveyed Leah's state, then stood up and immediately pulled the younger woman into her arms, pressing her tightly against her bosom and stroking her fingers soothingly down her back. Leah burst into tears in Casey's embrace, the liquid welling up from some reservoir deep within. She was shaking uncontrollably, no words able to break through the shattered glass that was formerly her mind.

  “Oh, sweetheart, I have no idea what that bastard is thinking. I tried to call and give him a piece of my mind and ask him what he has to say for himself, but there was no answer on his cell or at his shop,” Casey offered in her calming alto voice.

  “He's out in the boat,” Leah managed to sob. “He's got two charters today. Some big group of executives that came down from New York. He won't be home till late tonight.”

  “Okay, okay. Well, what can we do, sweetheart? I want to help.” She ushered Leah into the blue chair she'd originally attempted to take and handed her some tissues. Leah began to blot her splotchy face, urging her brain to create speech. Casey rolled her desk chair around so that the pair sat knee-to-knee. “I've cleared all my appointments for the rest of the day, so whatever you need me to do. Just say the word.”

  “He told me he loved me,” was all that came out of Leah's mouth.

  Casey's face scrunched up with rage. “That fucking son of a bitch,” she seethed, a whole octave lower than her normal voice. Leah was shocked to hear foul language being ejected past her usually eloquent tongue.

  “So it was Rhonda, right?” Leah guessed. “She is the one he told.”

  Casey nodded. “I know she seems abrasive at times, but she has a good heart, and she and Cap go way back. They used to date a long time ago. He and his ex-wife got her involved in the lifestyle, actually. And she and I have been friends forever. I trust her. If it had been anyone else, I'd probably question it.”

  Leah felt lost. She remembered that her apartment was all packed into boxes. At the end of the month when her lease expired, she was supposed to move in with Cap. She was going to put
all of her things in storage. He promised her that once the club took off, Casey would help them find a house to buy with a big yard for Keeper and Glory.

  “I just don't understand how this can be,” Leah said. “I've laid in his arms. I've looked into his eyes. He promised me he'd be faithful to our agreement and he'd put swinging on hold till I was ready... He made me trust him.” Those words “promised,” “faithful,” and “trust” felt hollow and empty now, as if their very meanings had collapsed under the weight of her broken heart. All she could think of was how she'd been betrayed by the other men she had given a piece of her heart to, Will and Todd. Did she just fall victim again to Cap?

  Casey patted her hand in a motherly fashion. “I thought he had changed,” she sighed with disappointment. “When I first met him, he was such a schmoozer, a real player. I saw him go through a half-dozen women in a year or two. I think he got bored with them. I also knew what happened with his ex-wife. But then I got to know him better, and I learned about his dad's sudden death, and I saw what kind of father he was to his girls, even met them a few times, and I knew there was a good man in there after all. One seeking redemption. The way he was so taken with you...at least I thought he was...I never thought he'd step back from the lifestyle for any woman, but he did with you.” She paused for a moment, her face full of reflection, like she was reviewing all the memories she had stored in her brain involving Cap.

  “Thinking about it now, I do remember him calling me up shortly after he met you at that first event last fall. We had already been looking for a property for the club. I had my eyes on the warehouse but I was waiting to hear back from the listing agent. He and I shared this dream of opening a club for a long time, and I figured with both of us knowing so many people and being used to dealing with the public, we'd have no problems with the marketing and publicity.

  “What we lacked was the know-how for running a business like this, something that's more like an entertainment venue. Yeah, he's a keen businessman, sure. But he knows fishing. And I know real estate. Neither of us has a clue about something like this.