For several long minutes, nothing happened.
Then, slowly, the covers inched down as if by magic. If she hadn’t felt the change in temperature on her skin, she would have doubted it was happening at all.
A hand grazed her belly, and her shirt was pulled up.
Someone touched her hip and slowly began inching under the waistband of her panties. Then he flattened his hand and moved his fingers down until his fingertips rested right on her clit. He didn’t stimulate her, though, just left his hand there.
Then a little pressure on her jaw, and a hard cock touched her lips so gently.
Georgia wondered if they were going to get into position and just let her have it. All her hard-won calm vanished, and she struggled to retain control.
A man’s weight settled over her pelvis. The hand on her clit dipped into her wetness before returning to her excited nub. The sounds of wet skin were so loud that Georgia expected to be reprimanded, but Billy didn’t say a word.
Damn, she really wanted to open her eyes and watch what was going on. She’d probably never again have three men touching her at the same time. Here it was, one of her biggest kinky fantasies, and she had to keep her eyes closed and pretend not to enjoy it.
Someone lifted up her hips and gently moved her panties down around her knees. Then a large cock nuzzled her slit.
“So wet,” someone rasped. “Gorgeous pussy.”
The man who teased her mouth with his cock was still taking his time, barely brushing up against her. She loved it. If she were really asleep, he probably wouldn’t have woken her up. That was hot in a really kinky, taboo way.
Forbidden thoughts just wound her up. With the fullness in her ass, she was already that much closer to coming.
Then the man between her legs pressed in, slowly entering her, opening her. Georgia very slowly spread her legs even more, welcoming him. She just hoped he wouldn’t do all his fucking at this frustrating speed.
He penetrated her at his own pace, inch by inch, making her wait as his cock slowly but surely pushed through the tense, slick walls of her cunt. Everything felt more incredible with the butt plug in, but she managed to keep control of herself. Two more hands were lightly caressing her breasts. She shuddered as someone softly licked at her hard nipples.
All this and she was being really good! She hoped Billy was making a note of that. Maybe she could be a Sleeping Lady after all…
… And then the man who was so gently making love to her mouth turned the intensity up to a million. Instead of using his cock like an enormous lip balm, he grasped her chin, dug his fingers into her hair and jammed himself all the way down her throat.
Georgia moaned. It was Billy. Just knowing it was him undid her. She couldn’t keep it together. She trembled violently all over. This was her last chance to enjoy being with him. She opened her eyes and looked right into his intense gaze.
His darker eye was in the shadows, the lighter eye was illuminated by the fireplace, and the effect made the difference in color that much more arresting. He smiled, and those dimples in his manly face, the way his broad, square shoulders were rounded forward as he bent over her… it was too perfect. It was too much!
She wasn’t an inherently bad Sleeping Lady. The problem was Billy. He was her weakness.
The realization shocked her, and Georgia lost control of her body. She felt exposed, and it had nothing to do with Sven fucking her while she was stretched with the butt plug, and it had nothing to do with Masato stroking and sucking her breasts so artfully.
Billy was the one who made it impossible. It was the way he disciplined her, the way he got so frustrated with her and then used his enormous erection as an instrument of punishment.
She couldn’t have feelings for him—that just wasn’t possible. It had to be about the sex. All she’d wanted was a few weeks of fucking Billy. Just once, she wanted to suck him properly, to make him feel pleasure. She wanted to feel the texture of his balls under the probing tip of her tongue. She wanted to make him lose control.
She dug her nails into Billy’s hips, pulling him deep so that she could wrap her lips around the base of his cock. Masato and Sven moved away fast. Then Billy pulled her hands away and retreated from her mouth.
He took a step back, and the three men exchanged knowing glances. Shivering, Georgia pulled the covers up. Happy men didn’t step away from a naked, willing woman. She had no idea what had just happened, but it wasn’t good.
“Thanks for staying late,” Billy said as the other two trainers put their bathrobes on.
“So what now?” Masato asked.
“I do what needs to be done.” Billy sounded tired.
“I can handle the logistics if you like.”
Billy looked anguished for a second before regaining his composure. “No, Sven. Go on home. I let things get like this, and I’ll straighten it out.” He turned to Georgia. “You’re fired. You are no longer a Sleeping Lady.”
Georgia sat up, wincing as the plug shifted. “But—”
“Sorry, Georgia, but you can’t work here. You have feelings for me.”
“I don’t!” She clapped her hands over her mouth as the lie slipped out. For the first time, she felt dirty and ashamed of herself.
“If your reactions were just about the physical sensations, you would have come a million times from having your ass, pussy and mouth full while you were being stimulated.”
“So I’m fired for doing my job properly!”
“You’re fired because when you realized it was me, you lost control. We can’t have you working here.” Billy shook his head sadly. “You’d be too distracted. And if I’m being honest, you’d be too much of a distraction for me. I am sorry.”
“Hey,” Sven said, squeezing her shoulder. “Don’t feel bad. It happens more than you’d think.”
“That just makes me feel pathetic,” Georgia said.
“Wait here and I’ll bring up the papers.”
The men went outside. Georgia’s mind was reeling.
He’d fired her. Billy! She’d thought he was on her side, but he’d humiliated her.
Well screw that. She wasn’t going to sit around and wait for Billy to come back and make her feel even more like a failure. She laid back on the bed, pulled her legs up and grasped the base of the plug. When she pulled down, it burned like it was made of chili peppers, not latex. She tried again, and a cold sweat broke out on her face.
“Screw this,” she muttered. She delicately pulled up her panties. Which led to… interesting new sensations. Standing was damned uncomfortable, and walking across the room was torture.
But she wanted to be gone, like, five minutes ago, and taking the plug out was going to be an event. She just needed to get to her car, to get home.
She opened the door and found the hallway mercifully deserted. She felt she was walking like a duck, but she got to the stairs in record time because she was worried someone would stop her.
Then down the steps… oomph, that hurt.
To her great relief, neither Prussia nor the sour Elaine were at the desk. Georgia pulled on her jeans, but she didn’t bother changing out of the satin top. The nearby wastebasket only contained a crumpled piece of paper, so she helped herself to the plastic liner and stuffed her clothes inside.
Every time she moved, the plug hurt. The previously intriguing stretch was turning raw, and not in a fun way. “Focus, Georgia,” she muttered. She didn’t bother closing the locker door, just grabbed the plastic bag firmly and headed for the exit.
Prussia was walking in. When she saw Georgia, compassion touched her eyes. “Baby doll, no! I really thought you were going to make it.” She pouted her lips out.
Georgia forced herself to smile. “I didn’t. This wasn’t the right job for me.”
“I’m going to miss you.” Prussia pulled her into an embrace, and Georgia bit back a groan. She needed to get that plug out of her ass sooner than later.
When Prussia released her, Georgia mumble
d her goodbyes and continued out the door. She had to go before she lost all her nerve and went begging Billy to put her out of her misery. She took the shortest route to the employee parking lot. The more distance between her and what had just happened, the better.
She flung the plastic bag into the back seat and eased herself behind the steering wheel. Sitting was sheer agony. It hurt so much that tears sprang to her eyes. She wiped them away just as Billy came bursting into the parking lot.
She glared at him so that he wouldn’t think she was crying because she was a wimpy baby who couldn’t handle getting fired by the guy she had a crush on.
“Wait a second!” Billy yelled as she revved the engine. He slapped the trunk as she pealed out of the parking space and away from him.
She allowed herself a fast glance in the rearview mirror. “Goodbye, Billy.”
Then she banged over a speed bump and it was like her bottom had been been set on fire. Lesson learned. She exhaled when she reached a newly paved road.
Her phone rang just as she stopped for a red light. She flailed an arm around in the back seat until her fingertips caught a corner of the plastic bag. It only took a second to grab her jeans and find the phone. Heart in her mouth, she looked at the screen. Not Fantasy Playland. It was Edward, one of her fuck buddies. He worked on a boat or something and disappeared for months at a time. Edward wasn’t Billy, that was damned sure, but he had jacked arms and a cock that could go all night.
A little fawning male attention was just what she needed. She pushed the phone into the hands-free holder and stepped on the gas. “Heya, stranger,” she cooed, then winced as she drove over some uneven road.
“Hey yourself, sexy. How’ve you been?”
“Missing you.” It was a lie, but Edward wouldn’t know, and even if he did, he wouldn’t care. That was the beauty of fuck buddies. No drama.
“Got time tonight?”
He was palpably hanging on her answer, and Georgia smiled. “Just found out that I don’t have to work. Come over later.”
“Or sooner,” Edward said. He laughed like it was the most clever sentence ever pronounced, and Georgia hung up before she changed her mind.
She focused on driving slow, babying herself.
By the time she turned off the engine, she was laughing. The whole thing was so ridiculous. Yeah, her pride was wounded… the way Billy had fired her in front of an audience. But really, getting fired wasn’t any surprise. She’d always known she wasn’t Sleeping Lady material. On the other hand, getting called out on having feelings for him… her laugh petered out. That had been humiliating. Like something out of her school days.
Her face reddened just remembering it, then she started laughing again, wincing. She’d wanted an adventure and she’d gotten one, hadn’t she? And Billy was guaranteed to never forget her, his brattiest trainee ever.
She gritted her teeth and slid out of the car, hoping that none of her neighbors were home. They’d probably conclude that she’d had a stroke or something. Just a few more steps and she’d be able to get the burning poker out of her. She made it inside with a sigh of relief.
Before she was halfway to the bathroom, the doorbell rang. Georgia frowned, turning back. Edward hadn’t been kidding when he said “sooner.” What, had he been waiting around the corner for her or something? Her good mood evaporated. She wasn’t ready for company.
She threw the door open, a scowl on her face, prepared to chew Edward out.
But it wasn’t Edward standing on her doorstep.
“Billy?” she said, because she had to be seeing things. “What are you doing here?”
“I told you to wait for me,” he growled as he pushed past her. He slammed her door closed. “Tell me you’re not still wearing that plug.”
Georgia tilted her head and smirked. “‘You’re not still wearing that plug,’” she quoted. She let her gaze wander down his body. Yum. Tight jeans, tight shirt. “To be honest, I hadn’t realized you were ever wearing one—”
Billy glowered at her, his eyes furious. “Enough of this. I’ll take it out, then we will discuss what happens next. Where’s your bedroom?”
What happens next? What the hell did that mean? But she wanted that plug gone, and if Billy had a trick for removing it without killing her…
“This way,” she said.
Her bedroom was a messy disaster. The clothes littering her bed and floor were mostly clean, but she spied a dirty shirt hanging off the mirror.
Billy wrinkled his nose as he glanced around, but all he said was, “Take off your jeans and lie on the bed. Face down.”
Georgia was all thumbs as she fumbled with her zipper. It felt strangely awkward to be getting naked for Billy in her own bedroom, and she hunched over shyly as she stepped out of the jeans. She snuck a look back around at him and found he was watching her closely.
She climbed onto her bed. Her sheets were cheap flannel and worn in places. Embarrassing. At least they smelled nice, like her jasmine body lotion. She stretched out, so tense that she was shaking all over.
“Relax, Georgia,” Billy said. “Trust me. I’ve done this a million times.”
“I’m relaxed,” Georgia said, but even she could hear the fear in her voice.
Billy positioned her so that her ass was again perched in the air. “I can’t believe you drove home like this,” he said. “You never cease to amaze me.”
“I’ll take that as a compliment,” she whispered, trying to distract herself from the sensation of Billy grasping the plug’s handle.
“Looks like the handle chafed you,” Billy said. He inserted a finger into her pussy and pressed the length of it against her back wall, massaging the plug.
His hands on her changed everything. She wasn’t in pain anymore, not really. She was getting horny.
After all, she hadn’t had even one real orgasm. Of course she was horny. Billy stroked the plug and twisted it inside her, then slowly pulled it out in a slow, smooth motion. To her surprise, it didn’t hurt at all coming out.
In fact, it was hot. Georgia moaned.
“You really are insatiable,” Billy said. Georgia was grateful that he didn’t make a comment about her appetite being for him. “By the way, is that my shirt?”
It took her a moment to process the question. His shirt? She turned over and followed his gaze.
She bolted upright. His shirt! “Oh, crap.” She brought her knees together and pulled the satin shirt over them because she felt exposed. “I was going to return it.” It was the truth, but it sure sounded like a guilty lie.
“You know,” Billy said as he turned to look at her, “I wasn’t sure if firing you was the right decision. Now it’s clear that it was.”
“Billy, no, please let me come back. I’ll take sleeping pills if you think it’ll help. I’ll…” She trailed off, trying to think of what she could say to convince him.
Billy surprised her by laughing. “Georgia, stop. This isn’t you. You’re strong and you don’t give a damn about impressing other people. Tell me something. Why did you apply for the job?”
“I need money.”
“And why did you beg for me to hire you?”
Her cheeks heated. “Oh, um…”
Billy caught her chin and turned her face up to him. “The truth.”
Georgia lifted her chin so she could make eye contact with him. He wanted the truth? Fine. She didn’t have anything else to lose. “You’re the best sex of my life. Seriously, your cock is like a big magic sausage.”
Billy threw back his head and laughed. Oh, his dimples. Georgia felt herself getting wet. Wetter.
“I’m sorry,” she continued. “I shouldn’t have wasted your time.”
“So if I want to fuck you right now—”
The doorbell rang.
“Expecting company?”
Georgia froze. “Oh, um… I have a friend coming. I’ll tell them I’m busy after all.” She’d almost said “tell him I’m busy,” but she caught herself at the
last second.
She hurried down the hall and squinted into the peephole. It was Edward. She opened the door a few inches, hiding her unclothed legs behind the solid wood and leaning her torso over so that he could only see her upper body.
“Nice,” Edward said. He smelled like peppermint gum and too much cologne. “That slinky thing you’re wearing is getting me hard. I hope you didn’t go out in public like that.”
Billy pulled her away from the door and pushed her toward the living room. Then he opened the door wider and stepped forward. “Can I help you?”
Georgia couldn’t see what was happening, but Edward stuttered, “Wrong address. My bad.”
“That’s right. Your bad. Enjoy your weekend.” He slammed the door, and turned to glare at her.
Georgia shrugged, a devilish smile on her lips. “What?”
“Your sex drive is a liability. You make bad decisions. We can discuss how to channel it either before or after I fuck you senseless.”
“Oh—”
“One thing.” Billy looked pained. “Because of how we met, you need to state that you want me to have sex with you. It’s one of the laws that govern Fantasy Playland.”
She really wished she had the self-control to make him squirm, but she found herself blurting out, “I want you to do me, and not because you used to be my boss and not because I think that doing it will get my job back. That cover it?” She blinked up at him.
Billy grabbed her and tossed her over his shoulder, and Georgia squealed. He threw her on the bed. “This top that you’re wearing, it’s company property. You don’t have clearance to take it off premises.”
He looked kinda mad.
“Yikes.”
He gathered up the fabric in his large, masculine hands and tore it away from her as easily as if it were made of paper.
“You are stunning,” he said. “Not just your body, which is perfect, but the way you hold and carry yourself. Let’s do something fun. Let’s pretend it’s your audition.”
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