Teaser Tuesday (The Billionaires Temptations Book 2)

by Wells, Annalise

  Why did you say that? You’re soaked.

  “As you were saying, I was pleasantly finger-fucking you until you came…” Ty goes on.

  I could see he was becoming hot under the collar; his complexion had changed slightly from off-white to mild pink.

  He looks cute like this, all manly but soft on the inside. My nipples are budding too.

  “Are you feeling nervous or embarrassed?” I ask.

  “I'm not sure, finding out you did something like that is, well, it blows your mind a little,” Ty says.

  “I could be making it all up, you have no recollection of it,” I say grinning.

  “Are you?” he asks.

  “No, it all happened, and more,” I say feeling my pussy clench imaging him inside me.

  “Was I any good though?” Ty asks.

  “You mean fucking?” I say plainly.

  “Putting it like that, ‘yes.’” he replies.

  “You were magnificent; I was pissed I couldn’t join in though.”

  “Damn, I better not tie you so hard next time,” he says.

  What happened to the chocolate and strawberries?” I ask as I slap him on the arm to tease.

  He was exactly like Beau and Joseph; his arm muscles were rock hard. And all three of them probably had the same bodies down to their massive sized cocks. From what Shona had told me about Beau, anyway. And from what I could see, Ty’s was waiting to get out.

  Mmm, I wish we weren’t in the office.

  “You having problems in your pants?” I ask.

  “I'm getting a bit turned on, forgive me for saying,” Ty says grinning.

  “If you don’t get turned on in this sort of club, there is something wrong with you!” I reply winking.

  I inch closer to Ty on the couch and place my hand on his crotch. I can feel the heat from his cock and the twitching as he gets more than rock hard.

  “It's a shame we’re here; I could do with a bit of that,” I say.

  I rub his cock more, and his hardness becomes perfectly, excessively evident.

  “So, when are you thinking of going on a date?” I ask.

  “I'll wait for your call, whenever you're available,” he asks.

  “You forgot to say what your other reason for coming here was,” I ask wanting him to fuck me here on the desk.

  Ty smiles at me and winks, “Oh, yeah. I'm going to become a member of the club.”

  “Aha!”

  “I needed you… yesterday.”

  Ty

  “Melancholy is fine, for now.”

  I left the club and could see the look on Cally’s face. She was a little excited and a little pissed I was going to become a member of the club. I thought this strange because she was going back to work the floor two days per week.

  It was good though, at least I would be able to see more of her, and it would make it easier to get her into bed. The nights she worked, she didn’t really have a lot of choice. At least she knew me; I was not just another John who threw his cash down and said, “Fuck me.” I was her Teaser Tuesday!

  Better the devil you know than the devil you don’t.

  I managed to get on my motorcycle and my cock was almost fully erect. I fired the engine, and the vibration went straight through my balls. Fuck I wanted to come so bad, I was not sure I could make it back to base.

  Thoughts of Cally working again had kept me hard all the way back. I parked my bike and quickly moved inside. I entered my small office and closed the door.

  It was a far cry from Beau’s office, but it served its purpose. There were not many bike gangs that had a plush office. Mine was one hundred percent functional; I even had a bed at the one end in case of emergencies.

  I felt an emergency now. I had one wild, hard cock, and it wouldn't go down. I locked the office door and unfastened my pants.

  I had no need for any help when Cally was around, fuck she made me hard, real hard.

  I lay on the bed and close my eyes; I imagine my first night back in the new club.

  I sit in one of the pleasure islands, as Beau calls them. I push the button, and a waiter comes to take my order.

  “Double Whiskey and send Cally to me,” I say.

  “Right away, Sir,” he replies.

  A few minutes later Cally returns with a double and herself.

  “Just put it on the table,” I say.

  “Anything else?” she asks seductively.

  “How about a dance?”

  Cally slowly writhes to the music and unzips her long sequined dress. She slips her finger inside the shoulder straps and lets it slip to the floor. She's dressed in dark purple panties and a lacey bra; her full breasts just waiting to be released.

  My cock is hard in my hand as I start to stroke myself. My hand grips tight and my horny dick throbs under my own touch. I slowly stroke myself, my hand slides up and down the full length of my shaft. I lower my other hand and caress my sack; my balls are full and want to be released.

  Cally approaches me and gets me to unfasten her bra. I fumble with the clasp, and her bra pops open. She slips off her bra and cups her breasts as she leans close to me.

  I lift my hands and reach for her breast. She slaps my hand. No touching for dances. Fuck, double fuck.

  I stroke myself faster and faster, my hard cock throbbing. My balls swinging. I grab them and squeeze as my hand glides up and down my shaft.

  Cally slips from her panties and places her knees either side of my legs. Her hands rest on the back of the seat as she brushes my face with her budding nipples.

  “Wanna touch, wanna suck them, Teaser Boy,” she whispers seductively.

  “I would love to,” I reply.

  “Not yet, house rules,” she says as her hips gyrate on my lap.

  My eyes are tightly shut and I can feel the hardness of my cock in my hand. I stroke faster and faster as the warmth builds up in my balls. Sensations flood through the head of my cock as I thrust my hand up, harder and faster.

  Cally bows her head and her hair cascades over her face, I part it with my fingers, and she gazes into my eyes.

  “When you gonna taste my pussy Teaser Boy, I'm sweet as honey,” she says as she rubs her pussy against my pants.

  “I want to taste it now,” I reply.

  “House rules, Teaser Boy,” she says.

  She reaches for my whiskey and dips her finger in the glass. She pulls out her finger and shoves it into my mouth. The whiskey floods from her finger and fills my mouth with warmth. I suck hard as she teases my mouth.

  She holds the glass over her breasts and drizzles whiskey onto her hardened nipples.

  “You like Teaser Boy?” she says.

  “Hell yeah,” I say.

  The whiskey runs from her breast and down over her body, it runs to her pussy and drips onto my pants.

  My cock throbs and I can feel I'm about to cum. The strain is just too much. I thrust my hand harder and faster as a warmth shoots up my spine. The intensity of my orgasm fills my body.

  “My cunt is all wet, oh my. You want to touch it?” Cally asks.

  “Fuck… I would love to, and I know, house rules,” I reply horny as hell.

  Cally grabs my hand and thrusts my fingers inside her wet pussy. I can feel her warmth as he writhes under my touch.

  “Fuck, baby!”

  “Some rules are meant to be broken,” she replies.

  My body tenses and I shake all over; my face contorts as my balls release my seed. I shoot hot cum onto my belly.

  I lay there panting. What a release. I blow and sigh.

  “Phew,” I say to myself.

  I lay on the bed and regain my composure. I sit up straight and remove my cum-stained t-shirt.

  I walk to the filing cabinet and grab a new clean shirt. I walk to the desk and pour myself a drink. I remove the id card for the club and place it on my desk. Again, I'm a member, and Cally is waiting for me there.

  I open the door and walk into the unit. It's deadly quiet and no sign
of anyone around. I’d chosen an old factory unit to be my secret base. A whiteboard at the end with the members of the so-called, “security operations.” I found out these operations from the door security spread wide and deep.

  Kisses. The new drug on the street was a lethal combination, and made you just want sex. And your hidden desires were brought to the front of your conscious mind. I hated drugs, and if I could do my bit to rid the streets, I would be happy.

  It was not going to be easy though; I would be up against rival gangs, highly funded gangs. But I had the smarts, street smarts. Beau and Joseph had these too, but they had chosen to channel theirs into business.

  I sat on the old couch and looked at the pictures on the whiteboard. It was a spider’s web of corruption, and a lot of those involved were my friends. I thought Harvey was my friend; until he fucken drugged me.

  We had to have a coordinated attack on the doors. If I approached the business owners, word would get out, and the whole drug thing would just vanish. I would be standing there with egg on my face. I had a plan. My army of loyal soldiers would go to each club. At a predetermined time, we would strike. The old doormen would be ousted from their positions, and my men would replace them.

  I would introduce myself to the bar and club owners. They had no choice but to accept the change. And change was coming. This was the first step. Once my men were in place, we could find the roots further down the line. Phase two was going to be a big one. Huge; and the repercussions would be enormous.

  I could feel the city would never be the same after this. I would do my part, and I would make Beau proud of me. Joseph and I were never that close. It was difficult being the youngest of the identical triplets. Even if it was only by minutes.

  I heard a noise behind me. I crouched behind the sofa. I peered over the top. The light shone through the glass window. The image of a man was walking outside. I found an old iron bar and quietly picked it up.

  Living on the streets had helped me to train for these situations. I crept towards the door, broken glass cracked under my feet. I hugged the shadows which cast themselves against the wall. I inched my way closer toward the door. I could hear their footsteps outside as they ambled.

  I raised the iron bar above my head. The door handle slowly turned. The catch popped open, and I could see the cold breath as it entered through the door.

  They walked inside, and the light hit their face.

  I lowered the thick bar, “I said never to come here,” I whisper.

  “Melancholy is fine, for now.”

  Cally

  “Thank God for friends!”

  “Shona, can I speak to you when you have chance?” I say.

  “Walk with me, and we can chat on the way,” she replies.

  “Where are you going?” I ask.

  “The building around the back, the second exit is nearly finished,” she replies.

  “Have you decided what business to have as a front?” I say plainly.

  “I have no clue at the moment, but it needs to be something a lot of men will visit, you know rich people,” she says.

  “Don’t laugh, but something has just popped into my head,” I comment.

  “Go on then, what is the brainwave?” Shona says laughing.

  “A freaking barber shop, you know, cut throat razors for shaves and all that stuff,” I state.

  “Cally, you're a genius, that’s nearly as good as my idea with the Spa,” she replies.

  “I can just see it now, ‘Sweeney Todd’s Barber Shop,’” I say.

  “Geez, Cally he killed people,” she said laughing.

  “Fuck it, I thought of the idea, the name is up to you,” I say smiling.

  We walk all the way to the security gate and around the chain-link fence. I was huffing and puffing, and we’d only reached half way.

  “Sweet Jesus, I'll be glad when that door is finished, I wouldn’t want to do this every day,” I say.

  “I never realized how far it was,” Shona says as she leans on the fence.

  I saw an empty crate and decided to sit down for a moment.

  “What did you want anyway?” Shona asks panting.

  Just ask, she is your best friend and you're both women of the world.

  I breath deep and lift my gaze towards her, “What is Beau like in bed?” I ask.

  “What sort of question is that?” she replies grinning at me.

  “I mean, his mentality, not his performance,” I say giggling.

  “He is soft and tender, but he has a beast in him,” Shona says.

  “Ah, okay,” I reply.

  “Is that it?” Shona asks.

  “I wanted a comparison, that’s all,” I say.

  “You mean against Ty?” she asks.

  “Yeah, I can’t really use last time as a gauge. That was an extreme time. I am so taken by him,” I reply.

  “Early days… you will have to take it steady and see what happens,” Shona comments.

  “He asked me out on a date,” I say smiling.

  “To be safe, make sure it's somewhere public,” Shona says.

  “I get the feeling we have all got him wrong you know.”

  “Why do you say that?” Shona asks.

  “I don’t know; it's a feeling. He's very secretive, that’s for sure,” I say.

  We set off walking again, and after another fifteen minutes, we reach the back building to the club.

  “Did Beau tell you he has given Ty a two-month probation membership?” I ask.

  “No way,” Shona says shocked.

  “He has, maybe Ty convinced him about being drugged,” I reply.

  “He is his brother, so I'm sure he knows him better than us,” Shona says plainly.

  “He told me who drugged him, it was some guy called Harvey,” I explain.

  “I’ve heard that name mentioned by Joseph,” Shona says.

  “Apparently, he has a few broken fingers now, for slipping that tab in his drink,” I comment.

  We reach the building and walk inside. The construction crews are clearing the remaining rubble and touching up the painting on the walls.

  “So, how do you picture it as a barber shop?” Shona asks.

  I measure the floor area in steps. I think for a moment. Then I imagine how it would look in my mind. It should be very traditional and old-school if it's going to attract the rich guys.

  The old ones back home had these real old red leather seats with a footrest and an enormous white base. The shelves were like a sort of U shape, and they all had a sink inset into the work surface.

  All the waiting customers would sit in a line on the opposite wall. As for the walls, um, brick to half way and then a color on the top half, maybe in red or green. Flooring to be the customary black and white tiles.

  “That sounds really classy,” Shona says as she ogles the room.

  “It's a good excuse for men turning up that’s for sure.”

  “I reckon Beau would love it, cut-throat razor shaves, they are supposed to be superb,” Shona says.

  We walk around the unit and check all the work that has been completed. We arrive in the back room. The second secret door is nowhere to be seen.

  “Archie?” Shona calls.

  Archie is Joseph’s electrical guy. The internet doesn’t advertise secret door installers.

  “Yes Ma’am,” he replies.

  “Where is the door on this side?” she asks.

  “It's secret,” he says giggling.

  Archie walks to the coat hangers which are fixed to the wall. He places his hand on the middle one, of five. He twists. The whole shelving unit beside him slides forward to a forty-five-degree angle.

  “Very cool,” Shona says.

  “I try my best Ma’am,” Archie says.

  We walk inside and look around. The passageway leads down a large ramp. Joseph had this fitted for moving his things from his ultra-secret domain. I always wondered what he was doing. Even Beau and Shona had no idea. Just Connor; and he w
as as tight-lipped as a virgin in a gang bang. Well that’s how he described it.

  “After you,” I say to Shona.

  “It's a bit spooky,” she replies.

  “Motion detection lighting, it will come on in a moment,” Archie calls behind us.

  We begin walking down the ramp. Tiny LED lights shine from the bottom of the wall. The floor is cast in an eerie glow of red. Our footsteps silent on the rubber flooring.

  We pass the entrance to Joseph’s department. The door is slightly open. I can hear voices from inside.

  “Have a look,” I say to Shona.

  “Fuck off… you look,” she replies.

  I crane my neck and can just see the walls light as if a TV screen is flickering. I hold my head closer to the door. Joseph walks to the inside of the door. He sees us standing. He smiles and closes the door.

  “Did you see anything?” Shona whispers.

  “Nothing, just the flicker of a screen. And the sound of a voice on the radio, or something,” I reply.

  We continue walking into the gloomy darkness. Each step lit by the lamps on the floor. Another door appears. I push the handle, and we are in the storage area of the club.

  We step inside, and the door closes behind us.

  “I'll tell you something, Shona,” I say.

  “What’s that, Cally?” she replies.

  “It's much easier than walking all the way around the parking lot,” I giggle.

  “You can say that again,” she replies.

  We walk back towards the office and can see the club is beginning to fill.

  “I need a lie down for a few minutes; I'm knackered after that walking,” I say.

  “Jump on the couch for a while, I'm gonna catch up with Beau,” Shona adds as she walks into Beau’s office.

  I kick off my shoes and lay on the couch. I was tired after our long walk, but I was thinking of my impending date with Ty. Is he really the guy he appears? And what is the thing that is bugging me about him?

  I close my eyes. I can hear the faint sounds of the music from the hall in the club. The shows have started. The sexy shows. I had never been in a public one. Just private.

  I begin to think if I could even share Ty with another girl. If the relationship did somehow become serious, would he still be turned on by other women?