I gasped. That amount of money was obscene.
“I’m going to put this chair in my own bedroom in Manhattan and tonight when I drape my jacket across the back of it, I’ll think of you grinding your heel into the seat as I ground my cock into your wet cunt.”
He looked around the room.
“Well, though basic, this bedroom proved adequate for my needs. However, I’m sure I can get an interior designer to make the entire place my own.”
“I’m sure you can.”
“I’ll be in touch Miss Harris. Expect an email from me within the next few days.”
“Okay,” I nodded and I held out my hand to shake his. “It was a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Carter.”
“Oh, the pleasure was all mine. Please pay close attention to your emails. I’m very controlling about having my precise instructions followed.”
“Duly noted, Mr. Carter.”
“Just one thing before we leave.” He turned to me. A finger at his lip as if he was contemplating his next words. “Have you ever had two men at once?”
“What? No, I have not.” I stated and turning on my heel I walked out of the room, letting the door slam behind me, even though I was not allowed to leave a client in a property. Well fuck it.
I heard his laughter behind me, fading as I moved further away.
Chapter 3
Tiffany
I would have run to my car except I wasn’t sure if I would have remained standing due to the lack of energy after that marathon session. I had never had sex like that in my life. My feelings were so jumbled. I didn’t know whether I’d had the most amazing time or if I was just really pissed off with myself for submitting to H’s seduction. Oh, who was I trying to kid. I’d had the time of my fucking life. I could barely keep my eyes open, which wasn’t great for my drive home. Also the fact that my mind kept replaying what just happened. I decided to stay behind the wheel for a moment. I closed my eyes and let my mind and body revisit the past hour or so.
Jesus, that body. He was so god damn hard. If I had a garden I’d like a statue of that body in it to look at every day. And his cock. Jesus Christ! I had never seen anything like that in my life.
But then he had to spoil it. Ask me if I had ever had a three-way. Two men at the same time. What fucking planet was that man on? I could hardly manage his huge cock, never mind juggle him and another guy at the same time. My traitorous core clenched at the fantasy as my thoughts ran rapid through my mind. What did he mean? Like taking turns kind of scenario or one in my pussy and one in my ass? I felt myself grow wet again which wasn’t great considering he kept my panties as some kind of trophy and my juices were going to run straight down my leg and onto my skirt. No more daydreaming Tiff, I told myself. Well, at least until I got home.
The apartment was empty being that my two girl friends were busy showing properties. Thank god I wasn’t competing with Kayla for our bathroom. I headed to my room and stripped off all my clothes. As I looked down I realised that H had sucked a love-bite onto the side of my breast. I ran over it with my fingers. I carried fresh towels into the bathroom and decided to soak in the tub and began to run the bath. Before steam misted up the mirror I turned and gazed at my reflection in it. Did I look any different? I felt more confident as a lover, like I actually knew more of what sex could be about. Totally losing myself in the moment. Complete abandon. I stroked between my legs with my fingers. I was sore from being stretched by that ten inch monster. As I lowered myself into the bath it stung slightly between my legs, but the heat from the bathwater started to work on my muscles and soothed away any tension I had brought home with me. I placed my head back on my bath pillow and once again lost myself in thoughts of what had just happened. I stayed there until the water cooled and then dragged myself out of the water. Wrapping my body in a huge towel and my hair in a small one, I returned to my room, where I quickly dried my hair and changed into some pjs. I couldn’t crawl under my duvet fast enough, my eyes were closing as I did it and within minutes I was lost, sleeping away the exhaustion of a delightful fuck.
When I woke and checked my alarm clock it was five in the afternoon. Jesus Christ! I had slept for hours. Under my duvet was cozy and warm and I didn’t feel like getting out, but I knew I should or I would never sleep tonight. Sighing, I swung myself out of bed and after a quick bathroom trip; I wrapped a robe around myself and headed into the kitchen for a coffee. I couldn’t be bothered to get dressed again. I had no plans for the night. I would just leave them on. I wondered if anyone else picked their night outfit according to their mood? Often I slept in shorts and a tee shirt but sometimes comfy pjs were required. Especially when you had been given the orgasm of your life and it had wiped you out. I rubbed my jaw, it was ever so slightly achy. Unsurprising given the day’s workout it had. I fired up my laptop at the table and checked my messages but there were no pervy messages from H. There were however business emails pertaining to the sale of the apartment and a celebratory email from my boss congratulating me on a job well done. Apparently H had informed him that I was a consummate professional and a member of staff to be proud of. Huh? So maybe he didn’t mean it when he said he would be in touch in that way? Perhaps I misinterpreted what he had said to me. Could I have misheard his two men comment? I couldn’t help feeling disappointed about the fact he might not want a repeat performance. But I did know one thing. I would never chase a man. Been there done that and it had blown up in my face. One of my exes had stopped messaging me and I had discovered it was because his wife had taken his phone from him. Never again. If it was meant to be he would get in touch with me. I slammed my laptop shut, annoyed with myself. Why was I making such a big deal out of a not-so-quick fuck? I had a good time. Hell, I had a great time. End of story. One for the memory banks on a hot evening flying solo.
I went over to the kitchen area and started prepping spaghetti for us all for our evening meal.
The girls came in just after seven and arrived within ten minutes of each other. Shoes and jackets were discarded around the room with sighs of relief that feet were no longer in heels. I handed them each a glass of wine and told them dinner would be ready in ten.
“You got home early?” Kayla asked.
“I got home hours ago. I made the sale and rewarded myself with the rest of the day off.”
“So, what did you do all day? The apartment doesn’t look any tidier.” She joked.
“I slept. Today was exhausting.”
“You might want to check in with your doc because if showing houses is making you so tired,” added Haley. “Sounds like you might need a vitamin or two.”
Kayla shook her head. “No, Haley. There’s something she’s not telling us. Look at her face. She has a little uplift at the corner of her mouth and she’s flushed in the face. She only gets that when she has no idea whether to blurt out gossip or not. Spill bitch.”
“Oh look. Dinner’s ready.” I told them, trying not to laugh.
“Only a small portion for me. I’m meeting Malcolm tonight and don’t expect me back,” Haley said smiling.
“Malcolm from Greens? When did that happen?” I asked as I filled my plate.
“He asked me out on a date last week but I needed to think about it. I wasn’t totally sure about dating someone from the company. Anyway, today he brought me flowers so I said I would meet him tonight for a drink.”
Kayla and I met each other’s gaze. Haley looked at both of us.
“It’s not like that. He’s really nice. Although I hope he’s not too nice.” She said with a devilish grin.
“Haley!” I said. “Are you hoping for a booty call tonight?”
She sighed. “It’s been a while. It would be nice.”
We took our seats around the table and I finished off and refilled my glass of wine because I could see Kayla staring at me and knew it was only a matter of time before her twenty-questions started.
“So, how did the condo showing go? Did the client go for it?”
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sp; I nodded. “He did. He was very impressed with the place.”
“So who was he? Anyone we know?”
“His name is Henry Carter.”
Kayla’s eyes lit up. “Oh, he’s hot. I’ve seen his photos in the papers. Totally loaded in the pants and in the wallet from what I have heard.”
I blushed. She caught it.
“Oh my god, what are you not telling us? Spill!”
I took another gulp of my wine. “You know that disgusting email I read out to you?”
“The one with all the filthy things that man wanted to do to you, or you to him? Yes?”
“Well...”
“No!” Kayla’s eyes widened. “It was him?”
I nodded. “Yup, Henry Carter is H.”
“Holy shit! So, what happened? Did he come on to you? Lean in and kiss you? How did it play out?”
“She might not want to tell you, Kayla. She might want to keep it private, you know?” Hayley said. “Though I hope not because we want all the juicy details.” She pulled her chair closer to mine. Kayla laughed and did the same with her chair.
I sighed. Then I told them everything that happened from the moment I had met him in the bar to the moment I had left to get in my car.
“Holy fucking Christ. I think I’m going to have to go get my vibrator just from your verbal replay.” Kayla said and then let out a laugh.
“I really hope I’m getting fucked tonight.” Haley frowned.
“Ten inches? Ten fucking inches and wide too? Does he have a brother? Scratch that,” Kayla smirked and then grabbed her laptop. I’ll check for myself.”
“Kayla, eat the damn dinner I made for us. Hayley’s out tonight. We’ll curl up on the sofa with the rest of the bottle of wine and do a full internet search.”
“You’re on.”
**
“Do I look alright?” Haley asked. I wished she was a bit more confident. She was so pretty, but always hid herself in tent like dresses because she was embarrassed about her big ass. She was wearing a red dress that reached her knees and she did look nice. It suited her petite frame.
I checked out the back of it. “Easily unzipped and off. Yes, it passes.”
She smiled. “That’s why I chose it.”
It was good to see her getting herself back on the dating scene. It had been a while and I think her confidence took a hit from her last boyfriend who had told her she was hopeless in bed because she refused to give him a blow job one night. Apparently he wasn’t all that great on the hygiene. Made me feel sick thinking about it.
“I’ll lock the door behind you. Grab your purse,” I told her.
As I opened the door, I saw a guy walk out of the apartment opposite ours. It had been vacant up until last week and this was the first time we had seen any hint of a new tenant. He stopped and stared at us.
And I’m very sure both of us stared back at him, because he was around six foot four, with short dark brown hair, shaved at the sides and longer on top. He had a very of-the-moment beard and mustache. He was wearing tight fitting jeans, and a navy t-shirt that showed a sleeve of tattoos on his corded left arm. More tattoos poked out from around his neckline.
“Hey, neighbours. I was gonna come and introduce myself tomorrow, but I guess there’s no time like the present. Unless you’re in a rush.” He nodded towards Haley. It was at that point I realised I was standing there in my pjs and robe. Jesus, what a first impression.
“The elevator can wait a few minutes. Hey there, I’m Haley. Haley Martin.” Haley held out her hand very formally and he shook it.
“I’m Brandon. Brandon Bailey.” They dropped hands and he turned to me and held his arm outstretched for a handshake.
I noted his long fingers. My mom used to call them piano fingers. I compared them to the meaty digits that were in me earlier. He stared at me. Christ was he reading my mind? Then I realised I had left him holding his arm out while I daydreamed.
I shook his hand. “I’m Tiffany Harris, seeing that we’re doing the formal thing with the handshakes and surnames and all.”
He laughed, exposing a row of perfect white teeth. Fuck me, was he an actor or something?
“No, I’m not an actor.” He smiled as the amusement washed over his face.
What the fuck. Had I said it out loud!
“Nothing as exciting as that. I’m a fitness instructor.”
Haley received a text on her cell. “I have to run guys. My date’s arrived.”
“Good luck.” I told her. “Hopefully we won’t see you later.”
“Fingers crossed,” she yelled back.
“Right,” I said to Brandon. Mr. Fitness Instructor. Boy I bet he can go for hours. I chastise myself. Since earlier today I had been like some desperate horny housewife. “Well, I have to go. Things to do and all that.”
“Yes, I was on my way to work.”
I look back at his jeans and t-shirt.
“I don’t wear my gear there.”
“I’m sorry. I’m being very rude. I’ve had a hard day, ignore me. I’ll be okay tomorrow after a good night’s sleep.”
“Oh, what do you do?” He asked.
“I’m a Realtor for Greens.”
“Bet you meet some interesting people in that line of work. I know I do in mine. We should share stories sometime over a coffee. A get-to-know-the-neighbour welcome coffee,” he corrected, as my eyes widened and I stepped back.
“Tiff, what the fuck are you doing out there?” Kayla yelled from the room. I heard her footsteps pad closer to the door.
“Oh hey,” she said to Brandon.
“This is the last roommate for you to meet.” I said. “Kayla Jackson, meet Brandon Bailey.”
“Fuck me, you’re hot.” She told him.
“Erm, thanks?” He chuckled.
“Kayla!” I scolded her.
“God, calm down. I’m just calling it like I see it. He’s not my type, sorry,” she apologised. “I either like em young or a bit older. Come back and see if I’m single in about fifteen years, okay.”
I shook my head at her and mouthed I’m sorry at Brandon.
“I found some interesting stuff on the internet search,” she told me. “Don’t be long.”
“I am so sorry.” I told Brandon. My face was flushed with the heat of my embarrassment. “I cannot believe what she just said to you. She gets worse.”
“I hear worse at work, seriously. It’s even more uncomfortable when they are interested. I have no problem with someone who isn’t.”
“Well, as a more polite member of the household a coffee would be very nice sometime. We can either have it here or we can come to you.”
“Oh, don’t bring the others.” He said. “One’s too shy and one’s too bold. You. You’re just right.”
He winked and walked off down the corridor towards the elevator and once again I ended up standing wide eyed and speechless at the words from a man’s mouth. Twice in one day. What were the odds?
I turned around and closing the door behind me with my foot, I clasped my night gown over my chest and headed to the living room to find out what Kayla had discovered and got ready to drink a shit load of wine.
Chapter 4
Tiffany
I was daydreaming about my day’s adventures while Kayla related boring pieces of information to me that she had read on the internet. He’s rich. Blah. She couldn’t find out anything about his private life, but he never showed up at business events with a woman on his arms.
“If he hadn’t fucked you senseless I would think he was fucking gay.”
“Close the laptop now, I’m bored. Let’s watch a movie.”
“Oh hang on, what’s this? His name’s on a forum. Listen to this.
Henry Carter is the owner of a private members club in New York called S. Members are not allowed to divulge what the club is about which makes it seem a little bit forbidden and naughty. If anyone can shed light on this, please let us know.
“And does anyone?” I
asked.
“No.” Kayla sighed.
“Well, there you go. More pointless hearsay.”
“I want to go there.”
“Well you can’t can you, because it’s a private members club for which you’re not invited too.”
“I bet you could get us invited.”
I turned to her. “Oh yeah. How do you work that out?”
“Call him. You have his number through work.”
“I am not calling that man after what I did with him today. That would look needy.”
“Tiff, you’ve been in bed all afternoon, so you aren’t going to be in a rush to get to sleep. I’m bored of sitting and watching movies. Call him.”
“No!” I told her. “Now I’m going to the bathroom. Go grab us some snacks and pick a movie.”
I left the room. Sometimes Kayla could be a little too much. I hadn’t processed what had happened today yet. I hoped to god Henry didn’t report me to my employers. I started to feel nauseous. No, he wouldn’t? I had received the praising email from my employer. He loved every minute of it and was the instigator after all.
I walked back in to see Kayla shutting my laptop, with a guilty expression plastered on her face.
“What have you done?” I snapped.
“Promise you won’t get mad?”
“I’m already mad.” I took my laptop out of her hands, opened it back up and tried to see what she had been doing. “Tell me now.” I gave her scolded look that meant business.
“I only sent a little email.”
I clicked through to my sent folder and Kayla had messaged Henry in response to his anonymous email of before.
I read it.
I want to see the club.
I’m intrigued.
I breathed a sigh of relief. “Oh, thank fuck that’s all you sent. I can live with that. I thought you were going to tell him I wanted his cock in my mouth or something.”
“Well, I might have done that but you came back in the room too fast so I just hit send.”
I shook my head. “Movie.” I demanded.
She rolled her eyes and got up to choose one.
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