Raw: Book 1
Page 1
Table of Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
CHAPTER 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
EPILOGUE
RAW
Michelle Maris
This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales or persons, living or dead is purely coincidental.
Copyright © 2017 by Michelle Maris. All Rights reserved, including the right to reproduce, distribute or transmit, in any form or by any means. For information regarding subsidiary rights, please contact the publisher.
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First Edition – August 22, 2017
The Author recognizes all trademarks of any companies, products, and services mentioned in this work of fiction.
Other Books by Michelle Maris:
The Yes Girl
You Owe Me
The In-Between Girl
One Good Reason
The Client
Handled by Her
RAW
Leave It There
TABLE OF CONTENTS
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Epilogue
Prologue
“I couldn’t believe when Claire asked me to do this. I’ve never done anything like it before.” The cute blonde girl said as she slipped off her ballet flats.
“You’re a virgin?” Jeremy didn’t have that in mind when he asked his best friend Claire for this favor.
“No Silly! I’ve never done a foursome before.” The cute blonde girl stripped herself of her clothes as Jeremy pulled back the comforter on the pullout sofa bed.
“Oh, sweetheart this isn’t a foursome. I’m sorry if she misled you. I asked Claire if she had four friends that wanted to have sex with me but not all at once.” Jeremy turned around and saw that the girl removed all her clothes. “It’s Ashley, right?”
“Yes and don’t worry I’m not disappointed that it’s not a foursome.”
Jeremy chuckled, “Okay, I’m glad you’re not disappointed but sweetheart what’s the rush?”
“What do you mean?” She asked, as she stood naked in the middle of Claire’s living room.
Even though she was naked, Jeremy focused on Ashley’s pouty lips and bright blues eyes. “Sweetheart, you took the best part of my job away from me.” He gave a little squeeze to her chin with his thumb and index finger.
“What job?” A clueless and slightly challenged Ashley asked as her eyes stretched wide open.
Jeremy held her hand and guided her to the bed.
“Taking off your clothes. It’s my favorite part, like opening a present on Christmas day.” Jeremy sat on the edge of the bed and pulled Ashley between his legs.
“We can start over. Should I get dressed and let you do the honors.”
“No, sweetheart, there are no do-overs.” Jeremy rested his hands on her hips as he gazed down the front of her body. “You have a beautiful body, Ashley.”
“I do?” Ashley glanced down at herself.
“Yes, you do,” Jeremy confirmed.
“I never thought so. I hate my thighs.”
“I like your thighs.” Jeremy swept Ashley’s long blonde hair back off her shoulders. “And I like your shoulders.” He placed a kiss on one and then the other.
“Do you really like my thighs?”
“Yes, there soft and curvy. I’m getting hard just thinking about your legs wrapped around me.”
“But I have cellulite.”
“It’s sexy.”
“Jeremy that’s gross, cellulite is ugly.” Ashley swatted Jeremy on his shoulder.
“Sweetheart, no it’s not, it’s a woman thing, and I love women. You know women have more weight around their hips and thighs because of childbirth. It’s all perfectly designed my the good man above.”
“Claire mentioned you went to medical school. I guess that’s why you know the female body so well.”
“I did go Medical school, but that’s not where I learned about the female body.” Jeremy pulled Ashley against his body and grabbed a handful of her behind. “I also love this.”
“My fat ass.”
“Not at all. It’s an ass I can hold on to, an ass that can take my pounding, an ass that will jiggle when I take you from behind, and an ass I can slap and bite.” Jeremy picked Ashley up, dropped her on the bed, and spun her over onto her stomach. Jeremy grabbed her by the hips letting his fingertips sink into her fleshy skin and lifted her ass in the air.
Ashley giggled as Jeremy gave it a little love tap then she squealed when he planted his teeth into her fleshy cheek and bit down. “Jeremy, you’re crazy.”
“Why because I appreciate a real female body?” Jeremy gently circled with his palm over the spot he just bit.
“I was teasing; you’re not crazy, you’re sexy. Now turn me over and make love to me.”
“Oh Ashley, I plan on doing that and more to you.”
An hour and a half later…
“So you’ll be having sex with three more other girls?” Ashley asked as Jeremy tucked her under his arm as they enjoyed post-coital.
“Yes.”
“And why are you doing this?” Ashley caressed Jeremy’s chest with her fingertips.
“I have a job interview on Tuesday, and it’s going to test how well I perform.” Jeremy tightened his arm around Ashley. “I appreciate you helping me out especially since you had such little knowledge of what it was all about.”
“Claire told me I wouldn’t be disappointed and she was right. That was the best sex I’ve ever had.” Ashley circled her finger in one spot on Jeremy’s chest.
“Really? Could I ask you why?” Jeremy enjoyed sex, and he loved the female body. He never had the opportunity to get pointed feedback, but in this situation, he felt comfortable enough to ask, and he needed to know to prepare him for Tuesday.
“Well, first for the obvious reasons… You’re hot, and you have a huge penis. Second, you made me feel beautiful and sexy, and you took your time. I’ve never had a man make slow love to me. You seemed to enjoy it.”
“I did really enjoy it.” Jeremy kissed the top of her head.
“If I were the interviewer, I’d offer you the job.”
“Let’s hope she feels the same way…”
Chapter 1
“Bevy, your eleven o’clock is waiting in the lounge, shall I bring him in?” The towering mass of muscle stood right inside the door to Bevy’s office.
Bevy dropped the paper she held in her hand on top of the stacks of other papers scattered all over her desk. “It’s eleven already? Where
did the morning go?” She huffed as she gestured for Michael to sit on the upholstered chair in front of her desk.
“It goes fast when you’re busy,” Michael said as he took a seat. Michael was an Essential at the Mansion, but Bevy also employed him as her assistant. He was a gentle giant, and he’d been working for Bevy as an Essential for only two months when she offered him the extra responsibility. That was two years ago, and Michael became one of Bevy’s finest decisions.
“Did the boys clean out the hot tubs?” Bevy lifted an invoice off her desk, pulled out her desk drawer, and shoved it in a red file overstuffed with papers.
“Yes, and they used the 35% hydrogen peroxide you gave them.” Michael rubbed his large hands on the tops of his thighs.
“Good, it’s amazing what that can do for your skin besides for the cleanliness of the water. I hope the guys saved me a bottle for my baths.” Bevy looked at Michael over the top of her readers.
“They did. I put it in your bathroom under the sink.”
“Wonderful, Michael, what would I do without you?”
“Well, let’s hope you never have to find out.” Michael shifted forward on the seat and folded his hands in front of him. “Do you want to talk about your eleven o’clock before I bring him in?”
“Yes, what’s your first impression?” Bevy sat forward in the chair anticipating Michael’s input. The last five candidates were duds, and Michael called it the second they introduced themselves to him. He had good instinct and Bevy relied on it often.
“You’re going to like him.” Michael did a sort of singsong when he answered Bevy. “He’s a smart one. He even looks smart.” Michael pointed from one eye to the other. “He wears glasses. They make him look like a college professor.”
A smile stretched across Bevy’s face. “You haven’t answered that question with that kind of response in months. This guy must have potential.”
“I know we saw some real low-life candidates, but Jeremy Turner is a good-looking bastard and well-spoken. As long as everything else measures up, he’s perfect for RAW.”
“Ooh, goody, bring him in.” Bevy rubbed her hands together then relaxed back in her chair.
Michael left her office and came back after being gone only a minute. “Jeremy Turner, meet Miss Bevy Mitchel, owner of RAW.”
Jeremy strutted over to Bevy with his outstretched hand. Bevy stood from her desk; her eyes went wide as a smile stretched across her face. “Have a seat, Jeremy.” Bevy said after she shook his large hand. “Michael, thank you, you may go.”
“Yes, Bevy.” Michael gave Bevy a wink and closed the door to her office.
Bevy gazed at Jeremy without saying anything. His face had strong character. Bevy noticed his big brown eyes and beautiful thick eyebrows groomed to perfection. His nose was straight with narrow nostrils. His perfect sized mouth with full lips and slight stubble covering his chiseled jawline caught her attention next. He had thick dark hair with a little wave to it and he wore black-rimmed glasses that made him look like a sexy college professor. Bevy immediately envisioned him working at RAW.
“So far, I’m very pleased with your face. Smile for me, then open your mouth.”
Jeremy smiled, and Bevy had to control her swoon. He opened his mouth wide.
“Nice straight white teeth. Please, stick out your tongue.”
Jeremy stuck out his tongue.
“Beautiful. I hope you maintain good thorough oral hygiene.”
“I do.” Jeremy swiped his hand down over his mouth.
“Did you graduate college?”
“Yes, ma’am. I studied chemistry.”
“Why?” Bevy asked.
“My family wanted me to be a doctor. I regret it now. I wish I studied history.” Jeremy glanced down at Bevy’s desk. It was a mess. Papers covered the entire top of the desk.
“Why a doctor?” Bevy studied his face. Not only did he look smart, but also he was smart. Bonus!
“My dad, my brother, and my uncle are all plumbers. I’m the youngest, and my mother dreamed of me becoming a doctor. It was her wish not mine.” Jeremy pointed to her desk, “I see you don’t like paperwork.”
“God, I hate it. I’d rather be gardening.” Bevy said, sighing. “What about your dad? Did he want you to be a doctor?”
“I worked with my father all throughout high school. I was good at plumbing, but he told me to think bigger because it would disappoint my mother if I didn’t go to medical school.”
“Did you like working in plumbing?” Bevy asked.
“I like working with my hands and fixing things. I did well in school, but medicine isn’t my passion.”
Bevy smiled as she thought about Jeremy being called to some woman’s house to fix her pipes. “You can always go back to school.” Bevy scribbled some notes on the paper in front of her.
“I need to pay off my student loans first.”
“Well if I hire you that won’t be a problem.” Bevy let her readers fall to the tip of her nose. “Stand and let me look at your body.”
Jeremy stood and let his arms drop to his sides.
“Turn around.” Bevy twirled her finger in front of her.
Jeremy turned and stayed with his back facing her.
“How tall are you?”
“Six two,” Jeremy answered.
“Stay turned around but remove your clothes, leave your underwear on.”
Jeremy unbuttoned his shirt, slid it down his muscular arms, and dropped it on the chair next to him. He heard a small gasp come from behind him and it brought a slight smirk to his face. Jeremy was used to that kind of reaction from women. Next, he unbuttoned and unzipped his pants and pushed them down to his ankles. Jeremy stepped out of them, kicked them a few inches in front of him, then bent down and picked them up. He tossed them on the chair on top of his shirt. He stood straight up with his arms dropped to the side of his body.
Ms. Bevy Mitchel remained silent, but her body screamed. This boy was perfection. His back showcased every muscle. He had broad shoulders, and his muscled arms led to his large, strong hands. His skin was clear with very little hair except on his forearms. “Do you wax?” Bevy asked.
“No ma’am.”
Bevy released a long shuttering exhale. Of course, you don’t. Your perfection comes naturally.
Bevy picked up her cell and typed a text message. Wait till you see what is standing in front of me!!! I love my job;)
Bevy continued her assessment of his body. He had a perfect ass that looked squeezable in his briefs, and his long legs were muscular like the rest of his body. She only hoped that when she asked him to turn around the front would not disappoint. Jeremy could have the smallest penis known to man, and this gig would be all over.
“You may turn around.” Bevy held her breath.
Jeremy turned around, and Bevy clenched her legs together. She exhaled and stared right at it. “Wow.”
One corner of Jeremy’s mouth tilted up.
“Take those off please.” Using the pen in her hand, Bevy pointed to his briefs.
Jeremy slid his briefs down to his ankles and flung them on the chair next to him where he tossed his shirt and pants. His thick cock hung heavy over his substantial balls.
“Is that semi-hard?”
“Not yet but would you like to see it hard?” Jeremy asked as he cupped his penis.
“Oh, I will. That’s the next phase of this interview process.” Bevy cleared her throat and sat straight up in her chair. “Stay where you are. Don’t move. I’ll need to examine you closer.”
Bevy stood from her desk, smoothed out her skirt, and walked over and stood behind Jeremy. She moved her hand over the skin of his back then down to his ass. She cupped the firm, meaty flesh with both hands and squeezed. She then slipped her fingers between his legs causing Jeremy to jolt. After she had let the heaviness of his balls settle in her hand, she moved away. “Turn around, please.”
Jeremy turned around, “Now, I’m hard.”
Be
vy looked down and cleared her throat. “Yes, I see. Please put your clothes back on.” As Bevy walked back to her desk, she mentally chastised herself for promising Bill she’d no longer take part in the practical part of the interview.
Bill came up with this genius idea of holding a raffle. One lucky member of Raw entered into a raffle, and if Bevy pulled her name, that member would have the pleasure of taking part in the practical part of the interview.
Bevy sat back in her chair and pressed the buzzer. “Michael, can you come in please?” Bevy’s voice echoed out in the foyer.
Michael swung open the office door, “Yes, Bevy.”
“Michael, please bring Jeremy up to Room Nine and explain to him the process.”
“Come with me.” Michael nodded his head towards the hallway.
Bevy sat at her desk chewing on her cuticle. She picked up her cell and began typing. Wait until you meet our new hire! Yummy is one word that comes to mind.
Bevy hit send and stood from her desk. She exhaled. “Back to work. It’s a dirty job, but someone has to do it.” Bevy said to her empty office.
Michael explained to Jeremy the next phase of the interview as they walked to Room Nine. Jeremy understood what Bevy expected of him. He practiced enough over the last two weeks, and he felt comfortable that he could deliver. Jeremy’s only concern was getting comfortable with people watching as he performed. It wasn’t something he could practice at home before the interview so he’d have to learn on the job.
Michael opened the bedroom door, and the first thing Jeremy saw was a naked woman tied with her hands above her head lying in the middle of the bed. She circled her full hips around in anticipation. Her heavy tits dropped to the sides of her body, and she had thick thighs.
After checking out the girl on the bed, Jeremy looked around. Room Nine had a large four-poster bed with white silk sheets, large pillows scattered throughout the chamber, a metal grid hung from the ceiling, a large wooden cross shape with thick iron screw eyes stood on the farthest wall, and an ornately carved dark wood armoire stood near the cross. Facing the bed hung a large mirror.
As they walked closer to the bed, Michael spoke to the woman. “Are you excited, Amy?”
“Very.” The woman squealed.
“You remember the rules, Amy.”