“That’s my boss, hurry! Go hide in the bathroom.”
Reuben leaped off the sofa and started running through the living area; holding his pants, as his dong bounced with each step. He stopped, spun around and asked, “Where’s the bathroom?”
Pointing to back area near the master bedroom, I said, “Back there, the door on the right, hurry!”
Holding his breeches, he skipped along as he tried to buckle his pants.
Wrapping the robe around me, I tied the belt, grabbed my bath towel and walked to the door. “Just a second,” I said. Rubbing the towel against my damp hair, I walked to the door, stopped, and looked into the peephole.
Something was blocking the view, I could not see out. In a panic, I took a deep breath, preparing to greet Madam Elaine. My heart was pounding.
How in the hell did she know I was staying here?
Turning the deadbolt, I opened the door.
“Surprise!”
“Janine! What the fuck?” I exclaimed, relieved.
Pointing her finger, giggling, she said, “Gotcha.”
“You scared the shit out of me, you jerk,” I replied. “Come on in.” Janine entered the room. Taking a few steps, I called out to Reuben, “It’s all right. You can come out now.” Reuben came walking out. His belt was unbuckled, dangling in front, and his dick was hard, it was peeking out of his pants and underwear with two inches of his long prick in perfect view.
He walked into the living room, stopped and looked at Janine. “Reuben, this is Janine, my friend,” I said.
“She’s my friend now,” he replied.
I told Janine I owed him a favor and was giving him a little show to repay him for his kindness.
“Well, don’t let me stop you,” she said.
“You want to help me?”
She wholeheartedly agreed. Reuben resumed his position on the sofa and I opened my robe, exposing my breasts. Janine came close and began licking my nipples and squeezing my breasts. She reached down with her hand, placed it on my pussy and started rubbing. Reuben was hard as a rock, stroking his dick, not taking his eyes off Janine. Lifting my right leg, I placed my foot on the bar stool and spread my clit wide open. Janine crouched down to her knees and started vigorously licking my vagina lips. She reached up with her hand and placed two fingers inside me, gliding them gently in and out.
I looked at Reuben. Staring into his eyes, I opened my mouth, demonstrating my pleasure of Janine’s gracious licking. Moaning and groaning, I placed my hands, one on each breast, and started pinching my nipples with my index finger and thumbs. Pinching them taut, I pulled on my nipples, causing them to grow erect.
Reuben stood up, his pants and underwear around his knees, and started to walk toward us, still stroking his cock. He came to get a better view. I did not want him to stain the carpet, so I instructed him to take my bath towel, which he spread it on the floor in front of him.
Janine glanced over to take a peek at Reuben and when she saw the size of his pecker, she stopped licking me and said, “Holy shit.”
“Tempting, isn’t it?” I remarked.
“Hell yeah,” she replied. “I don’t think I’ve seen one that big before.”
Reuben smiled and said, “You’re more than welcome to try it.”
Janine looked into my eyes and said, “I wish.”
At that moment, I had an idea. “Hold that thought,” I said to Janine and walked off toward the closet.
“Hey,” Reuben said. “I’m not done here.”
“One second,” I replied.
Walking back, Reuben’s eyes popped open and Janine smiled with a look that said, “You naughty girl.” In my hand was a 14-inch double-headed, rubber foam, dildo. In a matter of seconds, Janine removed her jeans, panties, T-shirt and bra. I took my bathrobe and spread it out on the floor. Janine and I sat down in close proximity and propped our legs open, facing one another. We scooted along on our hips until our bodies were only several inches apart.
I placed the double-headed penis between us, lined it up and slid it inside my vagina. Janine moved closer, grabbed the end facing her and slid it inside her. We both scurried closer, allowing more of the dildo to penetrate us deeper. Janine started moaning. She reached forward and, with both hands, started pinching my nipples. Her tight grip caused a tingling sensation to rush through my body. I did the same to her. Together, pinching each other’s nipples and fucking the huge dildo, we both were ready to climax. I continued fondling Janine’s smooth breasts, squeezing her nipples hard with my fingertips, and then turned and looked straight at Reuben, my mouth wide open, groaning with erotic pleasure.
In response, Janine did the same. Squeezing my nipples, rocking her hips, she too turned to face him, giving him that sexy scowl that she does so well. She stuck out her tongue and started flipping it up and down, imitating how she was licking my pussy. Both of us stared at Reuben, his cock was so massive and its proportion was so much bigger than his stature. Obviously, Janine and I wished he were a client, because we would have been fucking his brains out right about now.
“He’s so big,” Janine grunted. With that, she scampered even closer, driving the dildo deep until our vagina lips were touching. Watching Reuben stroke his humongous pecker was one thing to enjoy, but now, the life-like prick was deep inside us, and our moist pussies were smacking; the nipple-gripping was insane—it was making me go wild. I started shoving my hips, as hard as I could into Janine’s pelvic area, and she did the same.
At that moment, Reuben blasted out, “Oh, Fuck!” We turned and watched as his cum sprayed out with intensity, shooting about three to four feet. He shot his load so amazingly that his first spray soared over the bath towel and landed on the carpet. Right then, it really didn’t matter. When his second burst of thick creamy semen ejected from his dick, Janine first and I started cumming.
We both continued to watch Reuben ejaculate while our orgasms erupted. Then, a third and fourth spray of sperm ruptured from his penis, shooting an enormous amount of cum on the towel.
Completely satisfied, Reuben wiped himself clean with a paper towel and left, thanking us before he did so.
“No, thank you,” we both replied.
Janine and I chatted after that, just talking as typical girls do. I made sure she was not upset about Harvey choosing me over her, she assured me he was just a client and that she was fine with it. I felt so relieved. Janine and I enjoyed having sex, but our friendship was beginning to develop.
Madam Elaine had agreed to allow me to work only when Harvey was in town. He was paying so much for my “services” that she did not lose money when I was off. When it came to money, Elaine was all business.
I told Janine I was traveling to New York on the weekend to go to my niece’s birthday party, which was a crock of shit, but she never questioned if I was going to see Harvey. As far as she and everyone else knew, Harvey was just another paying customer from out of town.
***
On Friday I arrived at LaGuardia Airport. I rented a car and drove straight to Penny’s flat. It had been a month and five days since I had last been there. Instantly, my pain returned, and I had to sit down to deal with it.
After an hour, I decided to get a room at a hotel rather than stay at Penny’s place, at least until there was closure. I booked a room at the luxury London NYC hotel in midtown Manhattan. Packed tightly between skyscrapers, the 54-story hotel had rooms bigger than most apartments in Manhattan, and it was three times the size of Penny’s flat.
Immediately, I contacted Larry to let him know where I was staying. After a brief conversation, he decided to switch the location of the meeting with Harvey to my hotel room. After I shared how deep my relationship was with Harvey, we agreed it would make Harvey more at ease and unsuspicious if he knew it was my room. In addition, it would give the team two days to set up bugging devices and hidden video surveillance cameras with no chance of onlookers. The scheduled meeting was set for Sunday afternoon at three o’clock. I told Harvey I would arrive
on Saturday, attend the (hypothetical) birthday party and hook up with him that evening.
***
Saturday evening came quick. Harvey was due to arrive at 8 pm. When making plans, I told him I was tired and did not want to go out, the city traffic was too much for me to deal with. He agreed and said we could spend the evening in my hotel room. That night, I decided to give Harvey one more night of pleasure and then I was going to disappear for a while, giving the investigator ample time to indict him. I didn’t want to be around when everything came crashing down.
Harvey knocked on the door and I greeted him with nothing on except a see-through leather bondage outfit. In my hand was a leg harness that secured around the calves and wrapped around the neck, holding the legs in an upward position.
He was holding a bouquet of flowers and his mouth dropped when he saw my outfit. I held the harness up and said, “Does somebody want to get nasty tonight?”
Harvey charged in like a bull in a china shop. He threw the flowers on a stand nearby, slammed the door, grabbed me by my buttocks and thrust me up in the air. I wrapped my legs around his waist and he carried me to the bed where we dropped like a lead balloon. Lying on my back with him on top of me, I instantly started pulling off his tie and unbuttoning his silk shirt as fast as I could.
Struggling to get his middle button unfastened, I grabbed his shirt with both hands and ripped it apart, causing the bottom four buttons to fly aimlessly across the room. My erotic action caused Harvey to go into overdrive. He leaned up, undid his belt, unbuckled his trousers and disrobed in a matter of seconds. As he hurriedly undressed, I took the leg harness, slipped my legs through the padded loops, wrapped the cushion strap around the back of my neck and prostrated my head forward and my legs back with my knees pressed against my breasts.
Shredding his socks off in a rush, Harvey slipped and fell, landing face-first onto my pussy. I laughed aloud.
“I did it on purpose,” he jokingly replied.
Placing his hands on my butt cheeks, he pushed me back, lifting my ass higher. He pressed my knees into my chest and started liking my vagina lips. Reaching with both hands, he took his fingers and spread my pussy apart before spitting aggressively into my cunt. His saliva dripped downward, gliding its way to my anus. He saw the spittle arrive on my hole and he started rubbing my ass. Instantly, I felt my asshole opening with pleasure. Gingerly, he slid his index finger halfway into my anus, while licking my pussy with his tongue. He continued to please me when I said, “I want to suck your cock, right now!”
When he climbed off me, he slid to his knees on the floor at the edge of the bed. I removed the harness from behind my neck, repositioned the loops around my legs and rolled onto my stomach. Arching my back and lifting my legs, I stretched the harness over my head until the padded cushion rested upon my neck. The tension was just perfect to retract my legs, pulling them taut to my back while the harness forced my head backwards.
Harvey walked to the other side of the bed where my face was pointing. My hands were pinned inside the holes connected to the leg loops, preventing me from moving my arms. I was strapped and pinned down, submissive to Harvey’s desires. Harvey was hard as a rock. His pecker was fully erected, more than I could remember seeing. I could see every vein bulging on his penis.
Grasping his cock with his hand, he pointed his head in my direction, moving to insert it. I opened my mouth as wide as possible. When his cock entered, it glided against my tongue. Then he grabbed me by ponytail and shoved my face towards him, until I swallowed his cock down my throat. Pumping his hips, his dick filled my mouth and in a matter of seconds, his hot cum shot down my throat.
When he finished, he pulled out his huge dick and I said, “I bought something for you, it’s on the coffee stand.”
Harvey looked, seeing a leather whip positioned in plain view. With my ass pointing up in the air, he smacked me across my butt checks. It was my first time in a submission hold and I liked it. He climbed on top, penetrated my pussy and continued to slap my buttocks with the whip. The mixture of pain and pleasure was like salt and pepper. It blended perfectly. All at once, I felt a rupture of ecstasy. My juice flowed as an orgasm shook my body. With each pulsation, Harvey rammed his cock deeper inside me, collecting my juice with each push. I tipped my head backwards and groaned with immense desire.
As I usually did after sex, I smoked a cigarette whilst Harvey ordered room service. After we ate, he said he wanted to stay the night, but I told him I was meeting my Aunt for breakfast and I didn’t want to be late.
He tried to convince me he would get me up, but I stood my ground and said, “Not tonight. When you come to Vegas next time you can spend the night.”
What he didn’t know was that Larry, Robert and a host of FBI and SEC agents were coming at nine in the morning to test the microphones and hidden cameras, preparing the execution for indictment.
Harvey consented to my wishes and left shortly after midnight.
***
The next morning, when everyone arrived, I was in pink sweat pants and a matching jacket with my pink and white “Vegas” baseball cap. I was drinking coffee, trying to wake up. The morning flew by so quickly. Larry and Robert practiced their “lines” repeatedly, preparing for their investment proposal and presentation with Harvey as if they were on a Hollywood set, rehearsing for a movie shoot.
At around three o’clock, the surveillance team set up in the adjoining room, ready to capture the exchange on record. Pacing the floor, like a chicken with its head cut off, I was nervous, anxious and antsy. Robert tried to calm my nerves, but it wasn’t working. I wanted to run and hide.
Larry and Robert waited in the next room and, after a crowd of 20 people had been running around my room for a few hours, I found myself all alone.
Harvey showed up in his “lucky outfit.” His gray pinstripe Tom Ford suit, Barker Black Ostrich Cap Toe shoes and his Hugo Boss cufflinks. He greeted me with a kiss, like Judas the traitor. A kiss I would never forget—our last kiss.
Harvey placed his alligator briefcase on the table assembled in front of the teal blue couch, and removed a pile of papers. As he sorted them in stacks, my mind rushed back to the first time I met Mr. Watkins in the mental health clinic. The last six months passed by as if it was a day. We were finally here, a day of reckoning. My emotions were torn. Harvey did not seem like the scoundrel Alex, Larry and Robert made him out to be. He was kind and courteous to me, almost convincing, but evidence did not lie and he had to pay for what he did to my sister.
Harvey pulled out a black, crushed velvet box, placed it on the table near the papers and said, “This is for you.” I looked at it and my heart started to pound, I thought it was going to leap out of my chest. It was a jewelry case. My face must have reflected my emotions because Harvey said, “It’s not an engagement ring, if that is what you are thinking.”
That is exactly what I was thinking. I breathed a sigh of relief.
“Open it,” he said.
I lifted the lid and gasped. I had never seen diamond ring like it. It astounded me. It was a fancy deep yellow, 3.73-Carat ring with a centerpiece of 3 carats.
“Put it on,” Harvey insisted. I placed it on my finger. It fit perfectly. I held it up to the light and it glistened and glimmered with vivid radiance.
Harvey stood up, walked to me and said, in a sweet, soft voice, “Kelly, I have done a lot of things that I regret in my life, but this is not one of them. Since I met you I have changed so much and I like the new, improved Harvey Goldman.” He started to get emotional and tears welled up in the corners of his eyes. “I know you’re not ready, but I love you and I don’t want to miss this opportunity again. I let love pass me once before; I was clouded with greed and manipulated by fear, but not anymore. If you will have me, I am ready to make all the wrongs right and start afresh. I want to get out of New York, Go to Paris or Aruba — anywhere but here — and start a new life, with you. I don’t like what I’ve become and when I’m with you, ev
erything feels…perfect. You complete me.”
What the fuck just happened?
I stood still, shocked, watching a tear flow down Harvey’s face. I looked at the ring and then back at Harvey. Something snapped inside of me. I felt torn, flooded and overrun with pity and pain. I was confused. I had seen the change that Harvey was talking about. He was different.
My emotions burst open and I started to cry. “Don’t cry,” Harvey said. “Everything’s going to work out, I promise.”
With that, I excused myself and rushed into the bathroom. For the moment, I had forgotten that the whole conversation was captured on tape. I stood in the bathroom, weeping.
What have I done?
I took my cell phone from my pocket, dialed the number and placed the phone to my ear. “Robert, I can’t go through with this.”
“Kelly, get a hold of yourself,” he said.
“I can’t, I just can’t,” I replied, still weeping and sobbing. “I think I love him.”
“Kelly, don’t fall for his con, remember what he did to your—”
Click.
I hung up. I looked in the mirror and saw my mascara smudged in the corner of my eyes, dripping down my face like jet-black blood.
I’ve got to stop it.
I opened the bathroom door to go back Harvey, to tell him that I loved him.
“Harvey—”
“Kelly—”
We both said each other’s names at the same time, followed by a relived and awkward laugh.
“You go first,” Harvey said.
“No, you go first,” I insisted.
“Penny—” he blurted out.
“What did you say?”
“That was her name,” he answered. “That night in Vegas, the New York, New York, you kept asking me who you reminded me of…her name was Penny.”
At that moment, my blood pressure shot through the roof. I wanted to scream; I wanted to punch him in the face, but before I had time to react, a knock at the door interrupted me. I did not make a move.
Harvey looked at me and said, “I’ll explain it to you later.” He walked to the door and opened it. “Hi, I’m Harvey Goldman,” he said as he reached out and shook their hand.
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