by April Vine
Getting Even
April Vine
Sara Smith’s extravagantly planned pity party goes out the window when her best friends, Alan Sanders and Ridge Cox, take matters into their own hands. Literally. Both men refuse to stand by and watch her heart break over a loser she blessed with a hundred and two blowjobs—but received nothing in return—who was now marrying someone else. Instead they convince her revenge is sweet and feed her ideas of getting even.
Naked. With them. On stage. While other people watch.
Hotly seduced, Sara gives in to temptation. And discovers herself along the way.
Getting Even
April Vine
Chapter One
Alan wrestled the wrinkled newspaper from my desperate clutch. Sleek biceps flexed under his black t-shirt as he squashed the sum of my misery and chucked it into the bin in the corner of my kitchen. Did he really think my despair could be disposed of that easily?
Well, he was wrong. The dismal headline Diamond Heiress Katrina Stelberg to Wed Cape Town Businessman Danny Munro was already etched into my brain and served as a constant reminder of my spectacular inadequacies, of which there were many.
Each word of the article pierced my heart as if they were throwing stars. Did I really think one hundred and two blowjobs later Danny would fall in love with me? And might I add that I swallowed all one hundred and two times and he reciprocated zero times? How deluded could I have been?
I zoomed in on a cupcake, one of many teasing delights centering my kitchen table, bought to appease my sorry ass by creating a comforting layer to cushion my sorrows.
“Oh no.” Ridge uncurled my fingers from the mini-cake and catapulted it into the bin, the gooey, chocolaty topping splattering onto the balled-up tabloid.
My gaze whipped between the two men overshadowing my little kitchen with all their brawn. My head still spun in confusion every time I looked at my neighbors. How Alan Sanders and Ridge Cox became my best friends in the whole world mystified me on a daily basis. We made for an unusual trio, Alan, Ridge and I. They, the epitome of male beauty and me…well, the epitome of dull. Now didn’t they realize they were seriously ruining a very extravagantly planned pity party?
I deserved to wallow, didn’t I? The man I loved was marrying someone else. Someone whose father owned diamond mines, someone who was charming, sophisticated, blue-eyed and fair-haired. Me, on the other hand… I lacked personal charm, social rank, riches and beauty. Full marks to me for being delusional. Did I really think he’d fall for someone like me, his secretary’s assistant, whether I swallowed or not?
Ridge’s powerful and calloused hands grasped my arms, picked me up from my chair and stared straight into my eyes. “Tough love, kiddo, and it starts now. You’re intelligent, you’re sexy, you’re funny, you’re beautiful. Don’t look at me like that. It’s true.”
Clearly, I wasn’t the only one deluded. Maybe no-nonsense, luxury-car mechanic Ridge hadn’t noticed my drab, mousy-brown hair, split and frazzled at the ends, my unexpressive eyes, my tiny eyelashes, my too-thick-for-my-face lips or my long dangly arms, my skinny second toe overtaking my big toe, my crooked feet, my crooked knees. He’d known me for going on forever now, so how misguided could he be?
“It’s time to do you over. And ‘no’ is not an option,” Ridge said. I wasn’t getting any surgery done, if that’s what they meant about a do-over. Or should I?
Alan picked me out of Ridge’s hold and turned me around to face him. He soothed my cheek with his soft artist hands. “Yes, we’re going to strip away your shield.”
“Uncover the real you,” Ridged said as he reclaimed me.
“Peel away all your inhibitions.” Back to Alan I went.
“What you’re doing is making me dizzy.” I wobbled a bit. Man, I needed an éclair or nine.
“We’re going to expose you for the beauty you are.” Ridge softened his tone as he faced me. His intense topaz eyes warmed my cold skin like a slow-rising sun.
“Sara, listen to us. Just knowing that you knelt before him and his damn dick time and time again and he didn’t even touch you back makes me see red.” Yes, Alan, made himself quite clear about what color he saw when it came to Danny and me.
“Do you know what it felt like for us to see this guy take advantage of you? I wanted to rip his gut out.” And Ridge made it quite clear what he wanted to do with Danny’s gut.
“It was a couple of times only,” I lied. Was I still protecting Danny? How sickening of me.
“Bullshit. We knew every time it happened, Sara. The man is a selfish bastard and you’re better off without him.”
No, Ridge, I’m not better off without him, but it doesn’t matter, does it, because he’s getting married.
“But you know the worst thing that could happen? He is still going to expect a blowjob from you even though he is married and that is what we are not standing for. No fucking way,” Ridge continued, broadcasting my worst fear. Not that Danny would think our parasitic relationship should change because of his marriage but that I’d have no willpower to refuse him in spite of it.
“There is a solution, a sound solution that will make you see how much better you deserve than him. It’s about getting even.”
Getting even? Was Alan thinking what I was thinking? Assassinate the bride and kidnap the bridegroom to be my slave?
“And the only way to get even is to double your game play, do it twice as hard. The only proper way to get even is to do it with two.”
I wasn’t following Ridge’s math and I’m pretty good with numbers. My brows met in the center of my forehead. What were they on about?
“Come do a gig with us.” Alan’s hand slid over my shoulder, his fingers kneaded the knots at my nape, coaxing me to relax but really sending my nerves on an uncharted course.
“You know you’ll be safe with us.” Ridge’s hand joined Alan’s. Surely I was dreaming this up. I sucked up my sniffles, stepped away, folded my arms and stared at my friends.
“You’re not serious?”
“We’re dead serious.”
“Right, of course, you are. But let me get this straight. You want to place me in front of a select clientele in a private mansion, in a pair of glittering panties only to have said pair of glittering panties removed by…both of you, in front of said select clientele. Is that truly the answer to all my problems?”
“Yes!”
I offered Ridge a look of exasperation as reply to his enthusiastic “yes”. Okay, I had enough I decided so I dropped my arms, tossed my bad hair back, reached for a cinnamon bun and snorted before I took a big bite. I had pity party nirvana status to achieve.
“I can’t believe you guys would choose a time like this to tease me,” I muttered around the bun in my mouth. Do a gig with them?Were they crazy? While Alan and Ridge could not be more different in personalities, they shared the same intense interest in sexual exhibitionism and had done shows for five years already. Sure, they joked about me joining them. I just never took them seriously and I’m sure they weren’t either. Besides, if I showed up with them as one of their “recreational interests” I’d get them instantly fired or worse, have rotten tomatoes thrown at us well before we got to the bed.
But never mind that, did they think this through? Me? They wanted me to be a part of a trio—as in the third person of a threesome, the middle of the sandwich. Goodness socks, they seriously wanted to have sex with me. In front of other people. In front of other rich people who paid for the privilege. Did I say they were crazy? I meant deranged, certifiable and downright silly.
“You deserve a chance to be cherished. To be worshipped.” The tone of Alan’s voice changed from soft to husky. Whispers of excitement slithered down my skin. What was happening to me?
“H
e’s right, babe. Try us, come on.” Ridge stepped closer. I was finding it hard to breathe. I always thought of sex when I was with my friends, but it never involved me, oh no. Even in my fantasies I imagined them with some hot exotic beauty, because they were so well above me. I also thought that because Danny and I grew up in the same town, he a mediocre businessman and me a mere assistant, that his aspirations were similar to mine—settle down and have a family and live a mediocre life. Yeah, right. How did that pan out?
He inherited a shitload of money from an estranged uncle, invested every last cent into troubled Stelberg Mines Company and was rewarded with Stelberg’s daughter, Katrina. He certainly got his Cinderella story and I got bitch slapped by real life. Everything was hopeless. I was through kidding myself, through believing in fairytales. I was going to live out my days in drab spinsterhood, alone and unwanted.
“We want you, Sara.”
They closed in on me, like sleek predators sensing something they wanted at any cost. Except that it was me they closed in on.
“Don’t think about it, just get in the deep end and swim with us. You’ve got nothing to lose.”
My legs quivered as Alan’s whispery words danced against my jawline. I caught my lip between my teeth and chewed. Ridge closed the bracket from the other side. I was the middle.
“We’ll be so fucking good together, the three of us.” Ridge licked the shell of my ear then bit into it.
Oh. My. Word. I crumbled. I couldn’t stand on my own two feet. Something else must have been keeping me upright, because it wasn’t my legs, they’d turned to jelly minutes ago already. Alan’s fingers zigzagged across my breast, catching my aroused nipple with his nail. I gasped. I shuddered. I trembled like a virgin.
I just died when both he and Ridge lowered their heads and opened their mouths over my hard nipples. Not even my thick cotton t-shirt prevented me from feeling the moist heat they poured over my breasts. Alan licked tentatively, teasingly, making me for squirm for more. Ridge suckled hard and singed my senses to ashes. All I wanted to do was open my legs. My knees separated. No wait, I had to think about this. They were my friends.
They each took control of one of my hands and placed them over their cocks.
“Feel that, baby? It’s what you’re doing to us.”
Low and behold. Danny never let me touch him with my hands, only my mouth. The sensations in my hands skyrocketed. I tingled from my fingertips to my toes. I slid my palms over their hardness. I sculpted their feel to memory. I hadn’t touched an erect cock in almost two years, and I wanted to savor the moment before they came to their senses and threw my hands off them. I closed my eyes and purred. They pulsed in my hands.
Light, feathery fingers worked their way to the knot of my track pants, brushing against my skin. My eyes shot open. My head swung from one male gaze to the other. Confidence emanated from their eyes, their bodies pillars of strength beside me, givers of pure pleasure, enhancing the trust I already had in them. My knot unraveled. They were going to touch me. I lost my hold on gravity and sagged downward but never hit the floor. Somehow, they kept me upright and on fire.
“Haven’t you always wondered what her pussy would be like, Ridge?”
“I’ve dreamed of Sara’s pussy. I bet she’s all soft and wet.”
Hands were touching me.
“Just as we thought.”
“She’s smooth all over?”
“Better, she’s smooth and velvety soft.”
My mons glowed with pride I didn’t know I had but then again, no man I’d ever been with had ever said such a lovely thing. Surely, I had to stop them long enough for them to summon their lost common sense. Wasn’t that the right thing to do? Shouldn’t I warn them that they had mistaken me for someone else altogether? I was in fact plain Sara Smith, their friend since high-school days who grew up into a pathetic loser painfully in love with her boss, Danny Munro. Yes, that pathetic loser friend.
“Is she wet?”
“Have a feel. I cleared the way for you.”
Danny who? They were talking about me. No, they were talking about my privates…while I was in the same room. I had died. Or I was having one of those nocturnal orgasms and they hadn’t even done me yet. No matter how many times I touched myself, caressed the aching lips of my sex or rolled my heated clit between my fingers, my self-induced climaxes provided temporary relief but doubled the longing for a man’s hand. Two years since I had sex and no, my dildo doesn’t count, and now I had two men who wanted me. But why? Why do they want me? Out of pity? Did they feel sorry for their unlucky-in-love friend?
“Say yes.” Ridge’s breath played over my shoulder. His fingers slipped between my legs. The word tore from my mouth, but I stifled it just in time. The tip of his index digit glided over my clit and dipped between my folds—my loose pants giving us both enough room.
I had to stop this. I felt as if I were leading them astray. I had to stop them at once.
Chapter Two
Alan’s tongue slid through my lips. Shock immobilized all thought. He licked the insides of my mouth, sucked my lips and kissed me deeply as if I were clay he wanted to sculpt into something beautiful. I swear my toes curled, my nerves curled, my hair curled.
“Guys…?”
“Say yes.” Alan’s voice reverberated against my lips. Ridge’s lone finger drifted well and deep inside me, just like him, taking down everything in his sight, demanding it all and expecting nothing but everything. He didn’t coax like Alan, he took, and now his knuckle served as an aphrodisiac tantalizing my pussy. I wanted to fuck his finger right back. I wanted to swallow the whole of Alan’s slow-exploring tongue.
“She’s so fucking hot, Al. Our little slut wants to ride my finger with her sweet cunt.”
Yes, yes, yes.I didn’t realize how horny dirty talk made me feel. I parted my legs, short labored breaths passed my lips and I was begging them to fuck me. Where was my common sense?
I needed to wake up from this insane dream and stop them once and for all. “Hmm, guys…I think we need to talk.”
“I think she needs a little more persuasion, Al.”
“Do we have the same thing in mind?”
“Definitely.” Alan brushed aside my platter of goodies, a side plate and a stack of napkins, leaving one half of my table clean.
“Okay, I don’t know what’s happening here, but…oh.”
Ridge lifted me off my feet and plonked my butt on the table. Alan leaned in and teased my mouth with his tongue, pushing me backward until I balanced on my palms. Ridge maneuvered my aged track pants from under me, sliding them down my thighs and taking my panties and flip-flops too. He discarded them to the other side of the kitchen. I may have lifted my ass to assist him, I couldn’t tell with Alan’s teeth tenderly nipping my lips or the resulting unladylike howl I emitted from deep in my throat. This was not happening to me in real life. That was not the smell of my aroused pussy. These were not my friends.
“We’ll go all the way, baby, if it means getting a yes out of you.” I looked at Alan with wide eyes, desperate to separate dream from real life and losing badly.
“The only other way to make us stop is to say no. Do you want to say no to us, Sara?” Ridge pulled up a chair and sat before me. He cupped my knees and parted my legs, draping them over his wide shoulders. “What’s it going to be? If it’s not going to be no, then it’s got to be yes…to everything.” His head went pussy-bound. His tongue swerved around my swollen and achy clit. Cells literarily melted off my brain. The word no, that simple two-letter word failed me on all accounts. I babbled something incoherent.
“Is that no?” Alan smeared his thumb across my lips. I opened my mouth and sucked his thick digit like a starved kitten. “No?”
I shook my head from side to side, still ravishing his thumb as if it were a cock. Ridge coated my whole sex with the warmth from his tongue before dipping into my folds with a master thrust that left me senseless. My mouth fell open as I gasped for air. Alan�
��s wet thumb trailed down my throat, across my breasts and down between my legs. I oozed juices like never before. Ridge had his tongue inside my pussy, darting in, out, up and down as Alan’s broad thumb massaged my clit.
I rocked my hips, rotating my pussy, grinding it into Ridge’s face and against Alan’s thumb.
“You’re right, Al, she is all sunshine and sin. She’ll make a perfect little plaything for us with this juicy cunt of hers.”
I liked it. I loved it. I wanted more dirty talk. I was their little slut to do as they pleased. I wasn’t thinking straight. I wasn’t thinking at all. I was only feeling the incredible feeling of being touched. I rose and reached for their cocks, either one of them. Alan pushed me back down until my back hit the table. He bent over and suddenly I had two heads between my legs. Alan and Ridge facing each other as each took a turn to lick me. And boy was I able to accommodate both of them.
“You have a gorgeous pussy,” Alan said between licks.
“Yes, yes, yes,” I screamed in agreement, in compliance, in approval. I screamed again as two tongues played tennis with my clit, just in case they didn’t hear me the first time. An orgasm rushed down the length of my body, from opposite ends, meeting in the center of my pussy and ignited into an array of colorful fireworks with sound effects. I was sapped, depleted, reduced to a quivering mess and I never felt anything better in my life. How had I gone so long without?
“Yup, she’s perfect. They’ll love her.”
“I think we might have met our match.”
What were they saying? Wait. I shot up like lightning and faced my friends, their faces glistening from my juices, their eyes twinkling away. I had just said yes.
“Be ready at eight.”
“Don’t be late.”
“We’ll pick you up.”
“See you later.”
Clearly, I made a grave mistake. I wasn’t in any state to make serious decisions, not with my sugar-clouded, rip-roaring tongue ’gasm. But did I say yes? My pussy clenched at the thought of an encore and maybe even ending with two standing ovations. Was I crazy to pass up on such an opportunity? In my dreary state of life, absolutely, doubly not.
