Bridesmaid for Hire

by Chance Carter

  He reaches back in desperation to feel her cool, soft, supple skin.

  “You are an angel, Jane. You really are. I don’t know where I’ve been all my life without you,” he says.

  Just as Jane is about to lean into Brad and start kissing him all over, she wakes up. She is sweating, partly from arousal and partly from feeling like she just returned from a jungle setting in the dream.

  Jane sits up and starts crying, feeling the pain of Brad’s loneliness, not only right now but throughout his whole life. She really gets that he has been battling on his own, with no one really getting him. Jane feels so sorry for him, wishing she could show him that she knows his heart and how lovable he is.

  She understands for the first time what he saw in her and why he has fallen for her. She is his angel.

  Jane’s heart beats quickly, and she feels an urgency to see Brad. She is powerless, though, and feels completely incapable of doing anything about it.

  The only way she can handle these feelings of love and intimacy is to take out the finger vibrator he gave her. It vibrates so fast, she’s concerned that it will be too intense for her. Instead, she starts playing with herself first to warm herself up, thinking of Brad’s muscles and sweaty body in the dream.

  How she wishes she could have pushed him down on the stone bench and crawled on top of him, taking her top off so he could grab her tits in his hands and rub them, getting the nipples harder and harder.

  She would take the end of his hard cock and rub it around her clit and the opening to her vagina, thrusting herself deep on top of him. Then she’d pull out fully, getting him horny and wanting even more while she gets dripping wet.

  She would hold his cock at the base with a tight grip, riding him up and down, driving him wild. He would press so deep inside her, pushing at her g-spot, getting her so revved up that she would scream at the top of her lungs in the temple, knowing no one could hear them. It would echo through eternity.

  As Jane imagines all this, she puts on the finger vibrator and lightly touches it on her labia and clit, stimulating her immediately. It sends shock waves through her body and she starts shaking. She can hardly contain herself as she imagines Brad’s hot, dripping body, desperately fucking her in the tropics filled with wild animals and exotic birds.

  Jane takes her other hand and pushes it in and out of her. The finger vibrator on full speed sends intense tingles up her spine and a flush of energy to her head.

  She curls her back up off the bed, digging her hips into the mattress as she lets out a flood of juices all over the sheets, more than she’s ever seen before. She isn’t sure if she just peed everywhere, but she doesn’t care. It feels like the best ecstasy she has ever had.

  Jane lays there, exhausted and satisfied, thinking only of when she can see Brad and hold him in her arms again. That dream showed her they are meant to be together, and she is now fully convinced of it.

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  The next morning, Jane heads out to the spa to get her hair and makeup done. She wants to look as beautiful as she can when she arrives in Iceland to see Brad.

  A limo arrives to pick her up. Inside there is a bottle of white wine from Bali and a fresh bouquet of roses.

  They drive to his private jet. Around them is a group of activists protesting against him. They carry placards saying, ‘You can’t escape child support,’ ‘You have no excuses, Brad. Pay up,’ and ‘Even billionaires have to follow the rules.’

  Jane is horrified. She knows in her heart that Brad is innocent and she wishes she could march right up to everyone, tell them the truth, and make them stop. He doesn’t deserve this.

  She feels so sorry for Brad and the terrible way he is being attacked. She gets out of the limo and everyone starts yelling at her, thinking Brad is in there with her.

  “Get out while you can, sister!”

  “Don’t let him knock you up.”

  “Stop hiding him out.”

  All their jeers come her way without letting up. Jane tries to hold her head up high and not expose herself or take in the aggressive attacks. She puts her sunglasses on, trying to pretend she doesn’t care. A few bodyguards are there to walk her up the red carpet to the jet. Behind her, the driver brings her bags for her.

  When she gets onto the plane, one of the bodyguards asks if she is okay and if he can get anything for her. He can see she is rattled and anxious.

  “I’ll be fine, but thank you,” Jane replies, taking off her sunglasses.

  The bodyguard is stunned at how beautiful she is. He sees why Mr. Halliwell has fallen head over heels for her.

  “You look beautiful, ma’am, if I may say so,” he acknowledges politely.

  “Why, thank you, sir,” she smiles. She looks out the window at everyone who thinks Brad is a horrible man. A week ago, she would have agreed with them, doubted him, even been afraid of him. But now, she has realized she is deeply in love with him, and it hurts her to see how misunderstood he is and how lonely he has been.

  Nobody understands his pain, how much he wants to be a regular guy, or the pressures he faces on a daily basis. Jane wants to be that one shining light in his life, the one who can make it easier and better for him. She wants to be the woman of his dreams and the woman who stands beside him, no matter what.

  Inside the plane there is a big screen T.V. Midway through the flight, it comes on and there is Brad’s face before her. He starts to speak.

  “Jane, I’m so pleased to hear you are coming to Iceland. I have been so lonely without you and can’t wait to see you. I want you to know how precious you are to me, and I want to thank you for not leaving me during this time of crisis.

  “You are so beautiful, and I think of you all the time. I can’t wait to hold you again and make sweet love to you. Have a wonderful trip and know that I’m counting down the minutes until I can see you.”

  Jane is in tears and wishes she could just go up to him and hug and kiss him right now. She can see in his face that this whole ordeal has taken a toll on him. It’s been absolutely dreadful.

  She wishes she could say back to him, ‘Oh Brad, don’t worry. I love you so much. You are the man of my dreams and I am the woman of yours. We will never be separated like this again. I am so sorry you are alone like this. You don’t deserve it. I am counting down the minutes, too. I’m coming to see you, my dear.’

  Jane has never felt this strongly before. It’s as if her chest could explode with the amount of love and yearning she feels. This separation seems too much to bear.

  She cuddles up in a blanket on the chair and tries to soothe herself to sleep. She wishes Brad were right there beside her to hold her body and rub her feet. The light rocking of the plane eventually lulls her to sleep.

  Jane wakes up when the plane starts to descend. She has been asleep for about five hours and wakes up groggy. She can see the island in the distance.

  She is captivated already by the country. She wishes her mother could see the places she’s been to.

  Maybe then, her mother would feel more at ease with Jane going on adventures and living in New York. She has never travelled out of the country before and just doesn’t understand the joy of it.

  When the plane lands, there is a red carpet laid out for Jane on the tarmac. The pilot brings her baggage down the stairs behind her, There is a limo waiting, and out steps Brad in a white, three-piece suit, looking more handsome than ever. He puts his hand on his chest, as if his breath is taken away.

  Jane tries to walk down the stairs as fast as she can without tripping. At the bottom of the stairs she takes her heels off and runs toward Brad, leaping into his arms. He lifts her up and kisses her, embracing her for a long time. He doesn’t want to let her go.

  “Jane, I can’t even tell you…” Brad starts.

  “Shhhh… it’s okay, I get it. There’s no need to explain,” she says. “I was the one who got scared and ran away.”

  Tears well up in Brad’s eyes.

  “Oh, Jane, you ha
d every right to be scared. I get it. You had no idea what to think. I’ve just missed you, that’s all. Thank you for coming.” He grabs her and holds her tight. “You look so beautiful! I love this outfit you’re wearing. Could there possibly be something equally enticing underneath?”

  Jane smiles, “I can see you are back to normal, my dear. Well, you’ll have to wait and see, won’t you?”

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  Brad and Jane climb into the back of the limo. Brad can’t take his hands off of her. He lifts up her skirt and traces his fingers around her panties. They are thin with a lace trim.

  “Mind if I take a peek, dear?” he asks her.

  “I’d love it if you did,” Jane says, holding his head and stroking his hair.

  He pushes her skirt up and sees she is wearing bright red, satin and lace-trimmed panties. “Oh my God, you look so hot in those, baby. I can’t keep those on you for much longer.”

  With his teeth, Brad nibbles on the inside of her thighs, tracing up to her hip, and then biting her panties, pulling them down slowly, going side to side. He sucks on her pubic bone, licks her hair, and then goes further down to her clit.

  “Oh, God, Brad, I’ve been dying for you to do that!” Jane moans, tossing her body further back on the leather seat. Her juices start flowing.

  He presses in and licks a few more times, flattening his tongue and then making a hard tip to stimulate her more and more. He loves hearing her squeal and seeing her body react.

  Jane takes her foot and feels for Brad’s cock. It is super-hard, as she expects.

  “You’re such a wild beast, Mr. Halliwell,” she teases. “If I didn’t know better, I’d think you liked me or something,” she giggles.

  She strokes his cock more with her foot. He starts rubbing himself against her, moaning and getting turned on and hot all over.

  He undoes his pants, and she feels the soft skin of his cock, then rubs his balls with her foot. She spreads her legs open while massaging him and shows him her pussy. She massages it to get it wet, while rubbing Brad’s balls, then his ass, then around to his cock. He is rock hard by this point, rolling his eyes back in ecstasy. I can’t even believe you were a virgin when I met you. My God, woman, you know exactly how to turn me on.”

  “Oh really? Well, there’s more,” Jane replies.

  She unbuttons her top, one by one, and underneath is a bright-red, push up bra with sparkles. It makes her breasts look like they are two sizes bigger.

  “Holy fuck, Jane, where the hell did you get that?” Brad drools. “You are insanely gorgeous. I just want to fuck you so badly.”

  He moves up to her tits and buries his head in them. He sticks his fingers inside her cunt, moving them back and forth, inside and out, making juicy sounds.

  Jane moans so loudly and loses her mind. Brad goes up to her neck and sucks it hard and deep, leaving a beautiful mark on her. She is all his, and nobody is going to take her away from him.

  “Fuck me, Brad. Take that big, hard cock and stick it inside me. Make me come all over these seats, all over you. Fuck me until I can’t stand it anymore,” Jane tells him. “Fuck me now, Brad!”

  She pulls his hips closer and wraps her legs around his ass, pushing him down into her. He goes in deep, hard, and fast, and keeps fucking her, in and out, until they both come together at the same time. Her juices gush out all over his cock, and his come squirts inside of her. He holds her as she keeps tightening her vagina around him, her whole body tense in his grip.

  “Brad… I love you,” she whispers in his ear.

  “I love you, too, Jane, so much,” he whispers back, then sucks on her earlobe.

  They put themselves back together, and Jane freshens up her makeup.

  They drive up to the front of the Northern Lights Hotel, the top hotel in the country of Iceland. It is known for having a fresh buffet at all times of the day, a concierge assigned to each room, and chocolate-dipped flowers placed on the pillows each morning.

  “You will love this place, my dear. I can’t wait to spend my days and nights here with you,” Brad says, squeezing her hand.

  Jane’s eyes widen at the entrance of the hotel— gold and brass statues and décor, doormen in tuxedos, and well-dressed guests going in and out. She has never seen a place quite like this.

  The driver opens the door for her and helps her out. Brad comes to greet her on the other side. They go toward the front door, and their personal concierge, Cecil, greets them, motioning for someone to see to their bags. He welcomes them both to Iceland and asks if they would like champagne on their way up to the room, and they accept.

  A waiter brings a tray of chocolate-covered cherries as well.

  “Boy, it really helps that you walk in high places. I could get far too used to this,” Jane says to Brad.

  “Well, you should. You deserve it, sweetheart,” he says, grabbing her at the waist.

  “Mr. Halliwell, there is a phone call for you,” says Cecil.

  Jane gives Brad that look like, ‘Don’t you dare do that to me again.’

  Brad turns to Cecil and says, “I’m not taking any calls for two days. Not even from my lawyer.”

  “Yes, sir,” says Cecil respectfully. He shows them to the penthouse suite, the only room on the floor.

  Jane and Brad settle into the room that includes oriental rugs, a plush, king-sized bed, and a balcony that looks to have a mini hot spring on it. They plan to not leave for days.

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  Brad orders up oysters and Icelandic wine, then calls in spa services for them. The masseuses arrive and set up their tables while Brad and Jane change into the elegant cotton robes.

  Jane loves how Brad looks when he’s out of his business attire, just a regular guy but still so attractive with his sculpted muscles and tight ass. She smacks him lightly as he walks over to the table. They both go under the covers to have their bodies rubbed and massaged.

  Brad used to have this done all the time and always requested a blonde woman with a Swedish accent to rub him down and give him the happy ending. It’s so strange to be doing this with Jane. He’s not sure if he is turned on or feeling embarrassed by his past.

  “Jane, I have a confession to make. I hope you won’t think less of me. It’s actually pretty embarrassing.”

  “Okay,” Jane says, a bit confused and nervous there will be another upheaval.

  “Well, you see, before I met you, I wasn’t that decent of a guy to women,” he explains.

  Jane is terrified he’s going to tell her that the news stories are right, and he’s been a total jackass for not paying child support.

  “Okay?”

  “Well, being a billionaire is really lonely, you know? Not many really understand me, and honestly, I don’t trust most women’s intentions,” Brad furthers.

  “I can see that. I know you are very lonely, Brad.”

  “You do?”

  “Yes, I had a dream about it last night. You came to me sobbing because you were all alone,” Jane says.

  “Oh wow! For real? You dreamt about me?”

  “Yes, I did. I think about you all the time when we’re not together.”

  “Really? Well, I can’t stop thinking about you either.”

  He grabs her hand and holds it as they get massaged.

  “Well, hearing you say this kind of makes me feel worse about myself because, well, there’s been nobody to love me, Jane,” Brad draws it out.

  “I know, Brad. Just tell me what you want to tell me,” Jane tries to be neutral about what she will hear.

  “Well, you’re going to think I’m a dirty dog, but I want to tell you everything. I used to hire escorts, and sometimes people hired them for me. I’m known for being into some crazy stuff, and my colleagues or people who wanted to close a deal would send some woman to me for a good time, and I’d accept it.

  “Even the other day, an escort came over…” Brad tries to explain this as fast as possible.

  Jane is so hurt thinking that he
was with an escort recently.

  “Did you do anything with her?” she asks.

  “No! No, I didn’t! That’s the point. I have said no a couple of times. It’s not like me. It’s because I can’t get you out of my mind and heart. I just want to be with you,” he says, squeezing her hand.

  “Oh, Brad, really? You really said no?” Jane is so touched. She squeezes his hand back. “And you know what? I knew you saw escorts. A couple of people actually warned me. They thought I was an escort. It was so upsetting to me at first, but then I found out you turned away one of them.”

  “Really? You knew the whole time, and you still wanted to be with me?” Brad is so surprised. “Jane, I feel like I can be my full self with you, in ways I can’t with anyone else. You are freeing me.”

  “That’s all I want to do. I want you to know you are cared about unconditionally. I know you have been a bit of a player, but heck, I think anyone would be if they were as wealthy as you. I really know how extra special I am in your life because of it.”

  “Jane, you are the most beautiful and loving woman I’ve ever met.”

  “Thanks, sweetheart. You make me feel that way all the time. Maybe you can put all that bad boy play toward me. What do you say?” Jane entices.

  “Well, I could go for that. Absolutely.”

  The masseuses finish up, and Brad and Jane feel so relaxed. They go over to check out the mini hot spring on the balcony, then take off their towels and step in. He puts his arm around hers and brings her close.

  “Jane, you are my special woman. You are all mine, and I never want to lose you,” Brad says, reaching over to kiss her.

  “And you are all mine, Mr. Brad Halliwell. I’m never going to let you go,” she says, kissing him back.

  “Here, sugar, get on top of me,” Brad lifts her small body and turns her around, with her back facing him. “I want to feel those precious tits of yours.”

  He pushes her up and down on his cock and twists and plays with her nipples. She can feel the cool breeze of the day drape around her skin, and she feels so aroused. He licks up her spine and looks at her beautiful ass while she goes up and down on his hard cock.