Bound by Tinsel

by Melinda Barron

  Bound by Tinsel

  A Red Garters, Snow and Mistletoe Tale

  By Melinda Barron

  Resplendence Publishing, LLC

  http://www.resplendencepublishing.com

  Resplendence Publishing, LLC

  P.O. Box 992

  Edgewater, Florida, 32132

  Bound by Tinsel

  Copyright © 2009, Melinda Barron

  Edited by Tiffany Mason

  Cover art by Rika Singh

  Electronic format ISBN: 978-1-60735-067-5

  Warning: All rights reserved. The unauthorized reproduction or distribution of this copyrighted work is illegal. Criminal copyright infringement, including infringement without monetary gain, is investigated by the FBI and is punishable by up to 5 years in federal prison and a fine of $250,000.

  Electronic release: September, 2009

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and occurrences are a product of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, places, or occurrences, is purely coincidental.

  For CAS, who continues to inspire me in everything I do.

  Thanks to Jo for her advice on the legal field. Any mistakes are mine and not hers. Thanks also to Tiff, who suggested the title and, as always, helped me brainstorm ideas.

  Table of Contents

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  About the Author

  Chapter One

  “Let’s hope this one is better than the last one.” Burke Gordon lounged back in his chair, put his feet on the coffee table and loosened his tie. It had been a long day and he wasn’t really looking forward to the coming phone call, despite the fact he and his friends were auditioning phone sex operators.

  You’d think three men would be thrilled at the idea of listening to a woman moan and groan. Instead they were all praying for this to be over as soon as possible.

  “Anything was better than the last one.” Caleb Martin held up a sheet of paper. “Her tag line was ‘let me make you cum.’ I think she should change it to ‘let me make you leave.’”

  The third member of their party, Jake Martin, snorted. “In her defense I think she was just trying too hard. I think she could do just fine, if she wasn’t so nervous. Maybe we shouldn’t let this one know there are three of us in the room.”

  Burke reached for the tumbler of scotch on the nearby table. “That’s the point, isn’t it? Amber asked us to find a phone sex operator who could help her play a joke on her husband. If said operator freezes up when she realizes there is more than one person listening to her, then she’s not the woman for the job.”

  There was a round of assent from his friends and Burke took a healthy swig of his drink. It had been a long day, between depositions and making ready for court tomorrow. His assistant had been sick part of the afternoon, too, and he’d had to deal with the records room on gathering a few last minute details, something he hadn’t enjoyed very much. Add to that the fact it was the Christmas season and things were definitely on fire. He was a last minute shopper, waiting to buy presents until the weeks before Christmas, which meant he had a little less than a week to find something for his parents, his three sisters, two brothers-in-law and their respective children.

  Despite the looming deadline, when he knew he should be at the stores, he sat at Caleb’s house, waiting to see if a phone sex operator could get him hard. The last one had come close, until she started giggling. Of course her near victory could come from the fact that he hadn’t been laid for eight months, not since he and Bethany had broken up.

  Hopefully this one would do a better job and he’d leave here with the memory of her voice in his ear while he jacked off later tonight.

  “You take the lead, Caleb,” Jake said, pushing up the footrest in his chair. “Make sure you explain to her what we’re doing.”

  “I’m not an idiot.” Caleb held up a sheet of paper. “I got this ad out of the same magazine. If this one doesn’t work, I’m thinking it’s a three strikes and the paper ads are out, then we should try the Internet and see what we get. Do you guys agree with me?”

  Burke and Jake both nodded and Caleb picked up the phone. He dialed the number, then put his hand over the mouthpiece. “This one’s a call back service, so it may take a while for Ms. Serendipity to get back to us.”

  “I got nothing better to do,” Jake said. “What about you, Burke?”

  “Are you kidding me? I haven’t bought one present for my family, and I’m due in court tomorrow on the Thompson divorce. What do you think?”

  “Man that sucks, getting divorced at Christmas.” Jake wrinkled his nose in disgust. “Couldn’t you talk your client into postponing it until after New Year’s?”

  The idea of Max Thompson delaying his divorce made Burke snort. “Since he’s planning on getting married New Year’s Eve to his new chippy, I would say that’s a big fat no.”

  “What a piece of work,” Jake replied. “That sucks.”

  Burke couldn’t agree with him more. But Max Thompson was a major player in San Diego, and he brought lots of money into the firm of White, Watson and Wilson, which Burke hoped would soon be White, Watson, Wilson and Gordon. If he helped Thompson hold on to a great deal of Thompson’s money tomorrow, he would be one step closer to partner. And with White and Watson so close to retirement, that meant he was really close to the top, something that thrilled him to no end.

  He took another sip of scotch and listened to Caleb provide the operator with a credit card number, birth dates to verify the ages of the men in the room, and finally, a call back number. After he hung up the phone, Caleb picked up his own drink.

  “Ms. Serendipity should call us back within the hour.”

  “You seem rather pleased with yourself,” Burke said, finishing off his drink. He went to the bar and refilled his glass. That would be his last one of the night. They had Chinese food on its way, set to be delivered within the hour. He would probably be home around ten, or eleven, far too late for a night before court, but it couldn’t be helped.

  This was their last “audition.” Or at least he hoped it was; he wanted karma to work in their favor tonight and make this sex operator the one who could agree to Amber’s gift. Not that Burke thought it was much of a joke. He understood Amber’s reasoning, since her husband, Eddie, celebrated his birthday on Christmas it made it hard to find the proper present. She said Eddie had told her not to buy a gift this year but to surprise him with something special.

  That “something” was a call from a phone sex operator in the middle of a party, one that Eddie couldn’t walk out of for fear of upsetting his bosses, who were also Burke’s bosses.

  “I want to see his reaction,” she’d said when she’d explained the idea. “He told me once that he thought it would be hot to have me get him hard in the middle of a party. But I’ve tweaked it a little. I want the sex worker to do it while I watch. That will make it perfect.”

  Burke, Caleb and Jake had been reluctant at first, thinking that the stunt could go wrong, and get Eddie in a heap of trouble. Then they’d decided that, since it would be done at a party and Eddie was a jokester, he would get a kick out of it. They’d agreed to try-out the services, then instruct the woman they picked on what they wanted.

  The only problem, according to Burke’s viewpoint, was that he hadn’t thought finding a decent operator would be so difficult. The first one had turned them down flat, saying that, for all she knew, they could be trying to get someone fired. The second one had thought it would be fun. Then
she’d giggled and laughed while trying to give Caleb a virtual blowjob.

  Hopefully Ms. Serendipity would be the ultimate and would prove that the third time’s a charm.

  The doorbell rang and Caleb jumped up, pulling out his wallet. He held out his hand and Burke and Jake placed twenty-dollar bills in his palm before he headed toward the door. He’d just opened it when the phone rang.

  “Damn,” Jake said, reaching for the receiver. “The number’s blocked, so I guess this is our girl. She’s quick.”

  “Hello.” Jake nodded, then licked his lips and mouthed the words, “It’s her.”

  “Put her on speaker,” Caleb said, setting the bags of food on the coffee table. “That way we can explain things. Burke, take first chair. Consider it practice for tomorrow.”

  Burke snorted out a laugh. “Like I need practice. But I’ll be happy to talk to our new friend.”

  Jake pressed the speaker button and a deep-throated, very sex voice floated out of the speaker. “Hello, gentlemen. I understand we’re a group tonight. How fun to have a little jerk circle. Are you sitting close enough to give each other a helping hand?”

  Burke cleared his throat. “We’re not helping each other out, Ms. Serendipity.” He quickly explained about his friends and the joke, changing their names to Jack and Jill. “Jill asked us to pick out a nice sensual voice for this joke. Are you up for the challenge?”

  The sexy laugh made his cock twitch. “Most definitely. I’m up for anything.”

  The three of them exchanged pleased looks, then Burke hunched forward, putting his elbows on his knees. “Good. For the purpose of this little exercise I’ll be X, and my friends will be Y and Z.”

  “Very creative, Mr. X.” Her tone was even and Burke wondered if she was being sarcastic. Then he decided he didn’t care when she started talking again. “What would you like me to do? Do you just want to hear my voice? Or do you want blowjobs? Hand jobs? Fucking? Pussy, or back door?”

  Burke moaned softly, hoping his friends didn’t notice. They exchanged nods, excitement evident on all their faces. Damn, this woman was turning him on already, and she was doing the same to Caleb and Jake. She was perfect. “Are you naked?”

  “Would you like me to be?”

  “Yes,” Caleb said. “This is Y. Get naked, and get on your knees.”

  “My pleasure, Mr. Y.” The rustling of clothes filtered over the phone line and Burke wondered if the woman was really getting undressed. “Mr. Z, are you going to play, too? Or are you a virtual voyeur tonight?”

  “Oh I’m going to play,” Jake said. “How big are your boobs?”

  Burke fought back a laugh. Jake always had been a tit man.

  “Big enough to handle your cock.” Her voice was low and throaty, and Burke closed his eyes, imagining a large breasted woman tweaking her nipples. “I’ll lie down on my back and we’ll spread some oil between them, then you can play slip and slide with your dick until your give me the perfect gift.”

  “Holy fuck,” Jake said. “Bring it on, baby.”

  Definitely bring it on, Burke thought, leaning back. There was a momentary silence, and he was sure she was waiting for instructions besides bring it on. “Go on. Tell us how you’re going to handle the three of us at once.”

  “Well, I have three holes, Mr. X: my warm mouth, my wet pussy, and my tight ass. Shall I assign places, or would you like to do that?”

  Burke looked at his friends, who both nodded at him. “You tell us, Ms. Serendipity. And please be very graphic.”

  There was the slightest of pauses, and then the sexy voice returned. “Very well. Mr. Z, I know you favor breasts, but for a threesome it’s not very doable to have you fuck my tits. However, I’m sure your hot, randy cock will fit perfectly in my mouth. I will suck you deep, letting my tongue lap over your balls when you’re not in my mouth. I can feel you in there already, pulsing, ready to shoot your load down my throat. Would you like that? I’d swallow it all, and beg for more. Will you give me more? And more? And more?”

  “Oh holy fuck.” Jake’s hands went to his cock. “I’ll give you more than you can handle, honey.”

  Her lilting laugh made Burke’s body stiffen even more. Damn this woman was hot. The soft laugh also made his eyebrows knit together just a little. Where had he heard that sound before? Sure, lots of women had low, deep voices. But this one seemed a little familiar.

  Her next words pulled him right out of his musings.

  “Don’t be afraid to handle those lovely tools between your legs, darlings. It’s quite normal, and I’m sure your friends are feeling the same need you are, Mr. Z. If your cock’s not hard then I’m not doing my job right.”

  Her voice seemed to purr over the phone lines and Burke wanted to possess magical powers so he could zap the phone and make her appear in the living room, right in front of them. Then he’d get her down on her knees, all right. The only problem was he wasn’t thinking about sharing with his two buddies.

  “Oh, I’m hard,” Jake replied, clearing his throat. His declaration made Burke stop daydreaming about Ms. Serendipity appearing before them. Burke could tell Jake was trying to keep his hands from her suggestion. Hell, he felt the same way.

  “So I’m in your mouth. What about X and Y?”

  “Well, let’s start with Y, the shy, quiet one. You’ve said so little, Mr. Y, that something tells me you’re fascinated by the idea of fucking me while your friends are doing the same thing. You’re a less talk, more action sort of man, aren’t you?”

  “Damn straight.” Caleb moved his hips and Burke could see the outline of his cock pressed against his trousers. “I’d like to watch you suck cock.”

  “Yes, the only bad part about it would be my mouth was full, and I couldn’t cry out the pleasure I would feel as you slide your hard, thick prick inside my wet, welcoming walls. Oh, I could feel it now, stretching me, hitting all the right sports, sliding in and out, making my clit seize with pleasure as you stroked it. It feels so fucking good to have you inside me.”

  Burke concentrated more on Serendipity’s than on her words. Her voice was deep and full of need, making him think that she was actually very, very aroused. Did she really want what she was talking about, or was it just an act? If they actually knew her and the three of them offered a night of passion, would she take it, or would she say, “I could never do that. That’s just disgusting!’”

  Finding a woman who would take on three men might be fascinating, Burke thought. He’d never tried anything like that, but it was a fantasy that stirred his blood.

  “What about me?” Burke was surprised by gravelly his voice sounded.

  “You? Why Mr. X, I’ve saved you for last. Where else is there for you to go but in my tight ass?” She licked her lips, the sound very audible over the phone line. “Mr. Y will slow down so you can enter me. I can feel your cock back there now, pressing for entrance against my puckered opening.”

  She was panting softly now and there was no mistaking the fact she was aroused. Was she playing with her pussy? Burke hoped so. The idea of her sitting there, her fingers dancing over her clit while she described how his prick would slide into her ass made him hotter than he’d been in years.”

  “Go on.” Burke licked his own lips, then looked at Caleb. He’d moved a pillow onto his lap but there was no mistaking the fact he was jacking himself off, his eyes closed, his head leaning back against the chair. He glanced at Jake, who was doing the same thing, minus the pillow, his hand picking up speed with each word Serendipity spoke.

  “Do you feel me opening around you, stretching to accommodate your hard dick in my naughtiest of places? Would you like to fuck me in the ass, Mr. X, while Mr. Y is in my pussy and Mr. Z in my mouth?”

  “Yes.” Burke growled out the word, his hands slowly undoing his belt buckle. He’d never jacked off in front of another man, but right now was the perfect time to start. Besides, they were both doing it and neither of them seemed to notice. His hands slipped inside his pants
, his hard cock jumping at the touch.

  He thought he might shoot off right on the spot.

  “I can feel you inside me, all of you. Sliding in and out, rubbing my most intimate of spots, driving me absolutely insane with need. I want you all, need you all.” Her panting had increased, and Burke grasped himself, stroking once, twice, three times. His balls tightened, ready to explode. There was just one thing he needed to ask.

  “Can I come inside you? Can we all come inside you?” He grasped himself tighter and pumped.

  “Yes, fuck yes, fill me, all of you, give it all to me! Now! I want all three of those hard cocks pounding into me.” Cries of masculine fulfillment filled the air and Burke gasped as he realized that he was one of those voices.

  He looked down to see the front of one of his best shirts, ruined. “Holy shit.”

  “No kidding,” Caleb agreed. “I didn’t expect that.”

  Burked glanced over at Jake, who sat with his eyes closed, his chest heaving with exertion.

  “There’s one more thing, Serendipity.” Burke leaned toward the phone as if it were an extension of her, as if he could reach out and touch her. “Come for us; bring yourself to orgasm. I want to hear it.”

  “As you wish.” Her breathy voice was full of need, and then the unmistakable sound of a vibrator turning on came over the line. Burke’s eyebrows shot up as her soft moans filled the room. All three of them leaned toward the phone, listening intently to her soft cries of pleasure.

  “Tell us what you’re doing,” Burke groaned. “Be graphic.”

  “I’ve got a vibrator on my clit, rubbing it gently.”

  “Describe it for me.” Burke cleared his throat, “I mean, for us.” He needed to remember there were other men in the room, too.

  Her soft moan made his cock twitch, despite the fact he’d just shot off all over himself like a teenage boy.