“I hadn’t either,” I answered with a gasp. “Pete, I want you to fuck me hard. Fuck me like you wanted to in that elevator.” For a split second, I entertained the thought of what life might have been like if we had ended up having sex in that elevator. If there had been no video. If it was just me and Pete getting after it there in the dorm. Maybe there never would have been anyone else.
Then he let lose. The girls began to crowd the stage; one last long line of them filing out as Pete grabbed my tits and thrust like mad, making me scream. Suddenly though, he pulled out.
“Fuck, Penny. I want to come in your mouth. Wrap your lips around my dick. Suck it like you love it, baby.”
I was on the ground, on my knees, taking him my mouth and stroking him fast, keeping up his rhythm. His eyes were half open, looking down at me, a grimace on his face.
“Oh yeah, here it is!”
I took him all the way to the back of my throat and my mouth was flooded with his cum. I drank ever drop of it down, thirsty for him. When finally he was spent, the auction was through and the girls were going home with the men and women who were going to deflower them. A part of me was jealous.
“Don’t worry,” Pete said as he kissed my lips. “You’re coming home with me.”
Chapter 12
Penny
“Penny?” Pete pressed his fingers under my chin and turned my face to look at him. We were in bed after that long auction night at the club and I was exhausted from all of our love-making. Pete was a certifiable machine in bed.
“Yes?”
“I am so sorry for hurting you.”
It finally started to sink in and for the first time in ten years, I allowed myself to believe it. Pete was apologetic and not only that; it had never been his intention to hurt me. He took responsibility for the part he played in the prank, but the truth of it was that it hadn’t been about him. It was a dare that some other boys put him up to and because of his age and inexperience, it was the sort of thing he fell into. I was in the wrong place at the wrong time and it was awful what had happened to me. It had been too long though and I couldn’t continue to let these things from the past eat at me and keep me from living the fullest life that was possible for me.
“I know,” I said softly. “And I forgive you.”
I saw a wave of relief rush over Pete’s countenance and it was then that I could see he had been carrying this around for as long as I had. It wasn’t the same. He wasn’t the victim in the situation, but I knew what guilt felt like and how it could eat at a person’s soul. He didn’t deserve to have that plaguing him anymore. I was happy to give him my forgiveness. It was the first step to us both moving on. Together or not, this was a good place for us to both have a fresh start.
“Strange how things work out, isn’t it?” He mused quietly in the darkness of his bedroom. It would be hours before the sun rose and I had to head back into the office. This had definitely been my busiest weekend of the year and I was glad to have it all behind me.
“I guess you can just never tell how things are going to go. I certainly didn’t expect for this to all end with me enjoying being in your presence,” I said with a smile.
“Oh, I don’t know. I think you are just using me for sex.” Pete said as he pulled me in tight to his chest.
“Maybe I am,” I responded, unable to stifle a giggle.
“That’s fine with me. Use me. But be prepared because like I told you…” he leaned in to whisper in my ear. “That pussy is mine. Unless you want me to give Asia a call.”
I gave him a sideways glance in the darkness. “She does have amazing tits.”
That surprised him and I could tell he was interested in my potential interest. “Oh really? You think so? I happen to know a few things she’s good at.”
“I’ve never been with a woman before.”
“No way,” Pete exclaimed. “Well, then we’re going to have to talk about this a little more. If you’re interested then I think we could probably find someone that would be great for you. And we could share or not share. As long as I get to watch.” He leaned down and gave my left nipple a quick suck, letting it pop back out of his mouth.
“That sounds hot,” I said, moving to straddle him again. I’d had more sex in this weekend than any other time in my life as well and strangely my appetite wasn’t sated at all. With Pete, I felt like I could go on forever and he seemed more than happy to accommodate me.
“What if,” I began speaking as I stroked him slowly, positioning the head of his cock at my entrance. “What if we picked a virgin?”
His eyes widened. “Really?”
I nodded and slid down on top of him, taking him all the way inside and resting there, eliciting a groan of pleasure and frustration from him as I remained still.
“I think it would be nice to help someone out. You know someone who really needed it. You’ve got the funds to spare, after all.” I winked at him.
“I absolutely do and I would fucking love to bid on a virgin for you. You’ll have your pick. Anyone you want, Penny. For you…anything. What about two of them? Would you like two?”
I laughed. “Hold your horses.” I started to rock my hips back and forth and he answered my movement with an upward thrust of his hips. His chiseled chest shone in the moonlight and I could hardly believe my luck. I was with a gorgeous man who was ready to give in to my every desire.
“I’d love to see you with one of those virgin girls. It would be beautiful…” he gasped quietly as I picked up my pace. “Your first time with a woman, her first time period. I don’t even care if we share. It’ll be the hottest thing I’ve ever seen, watching the two of you together, learning and exploring each other. Oh,…fuck me, Penny.”
I worked my hips in a motion that I was learning was hard for him to handle for very long and brought him to climax quickly, crying out at the same time as him. I fell onto his chest and kissed him gently.
“I want this,” I said.
“I do, too,” he responded as he smoothed out my hair. “Do you remember how I was talking about why I was single?”
I nodded against his chest.
“Well, I guess I can tell you why since it’s not the most obvious thing. Only don’t spread it around because I don’t want a lot of people to know. They’ll think I’ve lost my edge.”
“Promise,” I chuckled.
“I’m kind of tired of playing around. I’m ready to start settling down, finding someone I want to be with. I’d like to start a family sometime.”
I leaned back up, feeling him still inside me. “You surprise me, Pete Wilson.”
“Do I?”
I nodded and smiled at him, perched on his hips. “And considering how reckless we’ve been all weekend, you might not have to wait long.”
The next morning I found Ivan’s video recording at the office and the brochure he had picked up at the auction and covertly made it out of the office with both of them in hand. Later that next evening at Pete’s place I burned them both. And when it came time for me to turn in my article to Lauren, I explained that things hadn’t been what they seemed and that if she pursued the story in the same angle we had been going that we would soon find ourselves in deep shit. We were chasing something that wasn’t there. There were major players involved at Club V though and upsetting the status quo for those people could mean a loss of jobs for all of us at Expose and possibly even the shuttering of the magazine. That wasn’t anything that any of us wanted to see and we were going to do what we had to do to make sure it didn’t happen.
Club V was going to stay open. The authorities weren’t going to be bothering them anytime soon, and the story that I did end up publishing was complimentary and got them a lot of new attention from clientele they hadn’t ever appealed to before. It wasn’t the same demographic, not the old guys who were there to pick up younger women. No, appearing in Expose brought the women to Club V. The female membership rate of enrollment was higher than ever, and everyone knows that ladi
es night is the best night for any club.
As for me and Pete…well, I stuck around. Experienced more than a few new things with him in my life. And I realized that sometimes life comes full circle, bringing people back into your life when you most need them, no matter if you are able to see it at first or not.
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Chapter 1
Haley
It was official. I sucked. I sucked at sucking. And no doubt at sex itself. But definitely at sucking, if my friend’s faces were to be believed as I attempted to give a wine bottle a blow job.
“Oh, hell, Hayley. It is a blow job, not a bunch of fresh flesh at a zombie party.” Noted my roommate Kayla.
My face fell. “See. I told you.” Being crap at coitus was no joke.
“Let me get my own situation sorted and then, Haley, I will teach you. We can use a dildo or a banana. Whichever. I will show you how to do a BJ right.”
“Thank you.”
“And I will tell you all about the birds and the bees. See if you are doing that right.” Tiff, my ex-roommate and now next-door-neighbor added.
At that point, a knock came at the door. Kayla’s mom had come to see her about a tense situation she had just left. Kayla had come over tonight from her ex-stepfather’s house because she had started a relationship with him and a guy called Parker, her mom’s new stepson. Here I was with no man in my life and Kayla had two!
Tiffany returned to the living room. Monday night was girl’s night. Even though she now lived next door with her husband, Brandon, Monday’s remained a man-free zone, rather like my pussy. “I hope they are going to be alright,” Tiff stated nodding towards the hallway. Kayla and her mom did not have a great history.
I shrugged my shoulders. Kayla’s mom had just walked into Daniel, Kayla’s stepfather’s home to find her, Daniel and Parker in the throes of passion. “Well, we are here if not.”
Kayla worked things out with her mom, and then also with Daniel and Parker, and the three of them were cohabiting in Port Jeff. Kayla had given notice on her share of the apartment and so this evening, her and Tiff were coming over to help me interview potential new roommates. I had jokingly said I wanted two hot males, but to be honest, as long as the newbies didn’t look like serial killers or other such weirdos, I would be happy. Good references were key to getting a key. My apartment had three bedrooms. Mine, at the front, had an en-suite. It overlooked the parking lot for the apartments but beyond that and the street, there were nice views. We had all worked for Green’s, a Realtors based in Brooklyn. Kayla had now left to join in with Daniel’s art business. He was an artist and owned a gallery and was looking to expand. Tiff still worked at Green’s but was planning on trying for a baby with her husband so I didn’t know what her long term plans were. I felt like the only one of us with no life. Maybe I should ask all the apartment applicants if they were boy friendless and downbeat? Make sure we had common ground. I tried to shake the melancholy hanging over me. I was pleased my friends were both in love, and as they kept on telling me, it would happen for me too, one day. In the meantime, I needed to get better at sex. I figured if I watched some porn that could help. Though Kayla and Tiff had promised to help they were just too busy getting on with their own lives. Anyhow, they didn’t have dicks. I kinda needed the real thing to practice on. I wondered about paying for a male escort, that was how bad things were getting.
Out of the three of us girls, I was by far the most innocent. Through college, I had dated Liam and he had been the guy to take my cherry. I had thought we were good together but once we graduated, he graduated onto another girl. We had hardly ever had oral. He said he didn’t like it, either the giving or receiving, so it wasn’t until I started dating other guys that it all went wrong. I had not got past first base with many dates. I always got shy and clammed up. Having no idea what to converse about other than my friends and work, most dates didn’t progress to a second. A couple times things had gone to the bedroom, it had been a disaster. My pussy was so dry men couldn’t get near it. My latest date, another Realtor from Green’s, Malcolm, blamed me for the fact he had not been able to get it up. My only real joy came from my other best friend, B.O.B., that’s right, my battery operated boyfriend who never let me down. He was a bendable rabbit vibrator who I could position to hit my clit and my pussy at the same time.
I noticed the time and realized I needed a final flurry of domestic activity. The two bedrooms down the hall were where the two new roommates would be and there was a shared bathroom for them to use. Both rooms had been given a fresh lick of paint last week and thoroughly cleaned and aired. Each had a queen-sized bed, fitted closet space, and a dresser. A TV was fixed to a wall in each, so they’d be able to escape to their rooms if they wanted each night. Butterflies hit my gut followed by a feeling of dread. What if they seemed nice so I gave them a key and then we didn’t get on at all? I shook my head and went through to my ensuite to shower before the girls arrived. We were having pizza after the interviews, so I grabbed some chips to eat before I hit the shower. It was a shame I couldn’t afford the apartment on my own. Peace and quiet could be nice at times and at least there would be no more witnesses to my dating disasters. By tonight I might have one or two new roommates. I crossed my fingers, closed my eyes and said pretty please.
“I am so freaking hungry. How long is this gonna take?” Kayla moaned. The redhead patted her svelte stomach and it emitted a gurgle.
“Yeah? Well, I might have had more sympathy if your hair didn’t look all fucked up. You have had sex before you came here haven’t you?”
“Might have.” Kayla winked.
There was a noise from the vicinity of the unlocked front door, followed by a flurry of footsteps. “I’m not late. There’s one minute to 6:00 pm,” Tiff announced like I hadn’t been checking my wristwatch every thirty seconds since 5:00 pm.
“Oh my God, not you too!”
“No me too, what?”
“You have sex hair. I need to get laid. I need to learn sex and get laid.”
Just then the doorbell rang.
“Take a seat, you two, for Christ’s sake and straighten each other’s hair. There is serious decision making to be done.” I chastised them.
The interviews were a complete waste of time with just two people to go. We had interviewed a pregnant woman, who didn’t announce she was pregnant even though her stomach kept moving. She kept repositioning her pashmina. If she wasn’t pregnant she had weird medical problems so she was out. The second woman we interviewed was clearly a call girl, asking if men were allowed back before I’d had a chance to ask her to confirm her name. The others seemed fine but had not shown that we had any common ground and after the fantastic apartment share I’d had with Tiff and Kayla I was reluctant to settle for business people.
“Well, this looks like a complete bust,” I said to Tiff and Kayla.
“Do not give up yet. There are two men to come. They might be the sex on legs you have been looking for.” Tiff said.
“Of course they will, Tiff. Dreams like that come true all the time, especially with me. They will be two sex gods who want me as a filling in their sandwich. Now if we could all wake up, I am going to open a bottle of wine. Screw this.”
Tiff went to answer the door to the next to last applicant while I stood in the kitchen in the corner of our apartment pouring a very large glass of red wine. I could not afford to keep the apartment going on my own so if these next two weren’t of any use, then it looked like business bores were moving in with me. I took a secret large swig of wine with my back to the room and then turned around, where I choked and spat red wine straight down my white blouse. For fuck’s sake!
In front of me and stood at the side of Tiff, were two of the most gorgeous men I had ever laid eyes on. Seriously, if there was a Victoria’s Secrets, with men who should model boxer shorts, it was these two. In fact, in my head, that was all I could see.
“Erm, Haley. You have an, erm, strawberry cordial situation goin
g on.” Kayla said. “Take a seat you guys, while we get sorted. Haley had the hiccups.” She gave me a steely gaze and I knew better than to say anything. I came to in my surroundings and blushed to the roots of my hair. I had red wine dripping down my chin and it was all down my blouse.
“Hi.” I decided to add to the charade, then I headed for the sink.
“What on earth are you doing? Best behavior. You need these two in your life.” Hissed Kayla.
I sponged my blouse down, dried it the best I could and sat back down.
“Sorry about that, erm-”
“Chase. Chase Collins.”
I stood and held out a hand for him to shake. “Pleased to meet you.” I took in Chase’s vivid blue eyes and his smile. He had short, blond hair. I’d put him at about six feet tall. At the side of my small frame, he was a giant.
Tiffany turned to me. “And this is your last applicant too, Todd Ross. They are friends and so thought they would attend together.”
My mouth dropped open. “Oh, friends, that is so cool. How long y’all been friends for?”
“A couple of years now,” Todd said. “We met at work.” Again I spent a moment taking in the appearance of my potential new roommate. Todd was dark haired, olive-skinned and had deep, dark brown eyes. He looked like that actor from Lucifer.
Realizing I had been staring, I looked at my list of questions. “And what do you do for an occupation?”
Chase looked across at Todd, who nodded. “We run an adult entertainment company.”
“Like Paintball?” I asked.
Kayla snorted which I didn’t think was amusing or professional.
“No, we film adult movies.”
“Porn?” My mouth dropped open again.
“Yes. If you want to call it that,” Chase said. “We run a small, reputable company which is like a little family.”
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