by Nicole Casey
“Good,” she said as she gave me a kiss on the cheek. “We have to do it. Now that I’m stuck here with you regardless of how we feel about it, I’m quitting my job at the club.”
“Does that mean no more stripping?”
Noelle nodded.
“Not even for me?” I teased.
She laughed and then began to stroke my cock even more enthusiastically, “Okay fine, I’ll strip dance for you but only if you let me get another taste of you this morning.”
That was an easy deal to agree to. I didn’t care about any other plans for the day. All I wanted was to push Noelle down on all fours and fuck her doggy style, right in front of the mirror, and hear her lovely and seductive voice just beg for another round. It was like a dream come true and I never wanted it to stop.
11
Noelle
T hree hours had passed before I managed to take a shower, change my clothes and head back to my real apartment. I thought I’d never make it with how my knees were trembling. I was so tired from having sex with Daxter but it was the kind of exhaustion that made me feel good. It made me feel complete.
For today, I had to get all my important stuff packed and ready to go. Daxter had already called a moving company to swing by and get all my things. However, seeing as his condo already had a lot of good furniture and appliances, I didn’t really need to bring mine. It took me less than two hours to get all my clothes, books and important belongings in boxes. Everything else was going to be donated down the street.
It was almost a little past noon when the movers came by. It was just three guys, all of them big and built like Daxter but they were all a little older. One of them had a lumberjack beard just crawling all over his face and for a brief second, I fantasized what it would be like for them to just take me like a little slut in their arms.
“Wake up,” I reminded myself. I was getting married for fuck’s sake. I just had sex for the first time and here I was dreaming of strangers plowing their way between my legs. At least now I was beginning to understand why Daxter fooled around with girls so much – it felt so damn good!
“Ma’am,” said the other mover, one who had bright orange hair and a pretty smile. “I just need you to sign these papers.”
I took the clipboard he was holding and then double-checked all of the information. Once I was sure the address, names and items were all correct, I signed and waved them good-bye. I then turned to my phone and sent Daxter a message, letting him know the movers would be arriving at his place soon now that they were done here.
Once he gave me the thumbs up, I dialed Hannah’s number. She quickly picked up the call.
“Hey,” I greeted her. “You free today? I need help.”
“Noelle? Uh, sure,” she sounded a little groggy. Did she just wake up? “What do you need?”
I couldn’t help but smile when I said, “I’m going to quit the club and then I need help picking out a wedding dress.”
“Holy shit, how the fuck did that happen?” Hannah suddenly woke up and she began rattling on in shock. She kept on complaining about how I didn’t tell her what the heck was going on and that all of a sudden I was getting married. She kept on ranting about how just the other day we were talking about me catching up with Daxter and now a wedding was in the works.
“Let me explain,” I told her. “Let’s meet up at Mercury Wild and I’ll tell you the whole story over drinks.”
“Wait, before we do a damn thing,” she cut in. “I want to know when you’re getting married and if I’m the Maid of Honor.”
“It’s a civil wedding but sure,” I answered. “It’s by the end of the month, actually. We got to talk to the mayor last night and we didn’t want to waste any time which is why I need help picking a dress. We want to get this thing done before the end of the month.”
Hannah laughed on the other end, “Wow, you’re really pushing for this. Aren’t you in a sudden rush, huh? Well, okay, I’ll be at Mercury Wild in about twenty minutes. I just have to take a shower real quick.”
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Twenty minutes turned into an hour. Fortunately for me, Mercury Wild wasn’t a boring place to be alone and waiting. A lot of guys passed me by and tried to flirt around but I didn’t pay any of them attention. I had the man I wanted. I may not really love Daxter but he fulfilled my sexual needs and he saved me from a financial crisis too. Now we just had to seal the deal and make the story legitimate to convince his parents.
By the time Hannah finally arrived, I was on my second glass of a really strong mojito mix. She was in a short pair of denim shorts – so short I could practically see her ass cheeks – and a hanging white top.
“Hey you,” I greeted. “You ought to try this. It’s really good.”
She patted me on the leg, took my drink and sipped. “Wow,” she exclaimed. “Whew, this is kind of strong. Jesus, I could get knocked out with a few of these bad boys. Speaking of bad boys… you’re marrying Daxter? What the heck happened? Did he propose after giving the best one night stand in the whole fucking world?”
I laughed and bit my lip knowing that in some twisted way she did get the story right. “Okay, remember how I went on a random date with Daxter after I learned his brother died?”
She nodded, “Yeah and I told you he was using his grief to get into your pants.”
“Well, it turns out life is so complicated but so simple at the same time,” I tried to segue into the nitty-gritty details. “He wants to prove to his parents he deserves inheriting their wealth and the first step to do that was to show he could handle a serious relationship. So he proposed I marry him, regardless of how we feel towards each other. If it convinces his parents then I get unlimited access to his riches and if it fails and we divorce he still gives me a million dollars.”
Hannah’s jaw had dropped to the floor in disbelief. “No fucking way.”
“Yep,” I said as I grabbed my drink back and finished it with a single take. “It’s a fake marriage just for show. I mean, it’s real legally but ugh, you know what I mean, right?”
She nodded and said, “So you’re just getting married for the mutual benefits. You get rich and he gets richer. Okay, that’s all fine and dandy but that still doesn’t address the biggest and the most important question I have.”
“Which is?”
“Did you guys fuck yet?” Hannah asked with a big grin on her face.
I giggled and bit my lip as I nodded.
“Oh you dirty little slut,” she teased me and pinched my arm. “I knew it. You wouldn’t keep going with such a crazy plan like this if you didn’t have sex yet. You finally lost your virginity. How was it? You owe me so many freaking details it’s not even funny.”
“Okay, I will,” I relented. “But on the condition you help me pick a damn wedding dress. I don’t know where to start. Oh, and we need to tell the boss at the club that I’m fucking done with dancing with my clothes off.”
12
Daxter
T he wedding was over before I even realized it was happening. I thought the day I’d get married it would be in a big cathedral with doves, thousands of guests and all sorts of flowers and media coverage. Instead, it was just me, Noelle, her friend Hannah, my sister and my parents. It was a small event and Mayor Khatib ran the whole thing himself too. We were done in less than two hours.
It was a shame too because Noelle was wearing such a beautiful dress. It wasn’t one of those big white wedding gowns normally worn. Instead, it was a really fitting black mermaid dress with an open top that fully revealed her shoulders and cleavage. The black color was just even more seductive to the eye and she wore it with such confidence too. It was like she was a black sorceress of the night and now she was mine.
However, marrying her was only the first step.
As soon as we got back home to my condo unit, I tossed my shoes to the corner, sat down on the bed and then pulled Noelle over to sit on my lap. I gave her a quick kiss on the cheek and then said, “Well, wife, thi
s is it. We’re officially husband and wife now.”
“True, but we still need to file the paper work,” she reminded me. “Then there’s the fact your family is going to meet us tonight and that’s the real show.”
I was trying to get that out of my head but now that she brought it up I had to address it, “I’ve talked to everyone I could get hooked up with. I got three fashion designers, a marketing analyst and two business researchers who can help us manage this whole thing.”
“Hannah introduced me to a few IT guys who can help us build a website and then work on the search engine optimization thingy to make sure we pop up on Google and social media sites,” Noelle explained. “We are going for semi-formal clothing that is still applicable for casual parties and the like so I also talked to a fashion critic who has a really popular blog to look into our stuff once we start launching previews.”
A strong sense of pride and accomplishment swelled in my heart when I heard her say these things. It was like my life was on the verge of collapsing in on itself when my brother died but now we were celebrating a wedding and a new business.
“Care for some coffee?” I asked her. We still had some time to kill before we had to move out for other important plans.
She nodded, “That’s sweet of you to ask. I’ll have mine black with two teaspoons of sugar, please.”
I grinned and let her off my lap. I watched as she got up and just stripped right in front of me. She headed to the drawer and pulled out one of my big shirts. Without a bra or panty on I found it incredibly adorable to see her wearing just my shirt on top.
“What?” she asked as soon as she noticed me staring.
I blushed and shook my head, “O-oh, it’s nothing. Let me make that coffee for you.”
Noelle got on our bed as I changed into a pair of shorts and headed to our small coffee brewer. I could hear her humming as I made two cups of coffee. As I poured in the hot water over the granules of coffee and sugar, my mind began to trail a little. I just thought how difficult it would be if we ever had to go our separate ways.
“H-hey,” I called as I handed a cup to her. “Careful, it’s hot. Uhm, by the way, I do have a question to ask.”
She looked at me confused. She took a sip of her drink, gave an approving nod, and then replied, “Sure, what is it?”
I took a seat beside her, right by the edge of the bed, and continued on, “If all this fails, will you leave?”
“To be honest, I haven’t thought about it,” she admitted. “You’re still going to pay me the one million dollars, right?”
I chuckled and nodded, “Yeah. At least your problems will be solved. But that doesn’t really answer my question. Regardless of how this all ends, will you leave?”
She paused and took a moment to really think about her answer. After what felt like forever she then said, “You know, even if it all came down the shithole, I’d still stay.”
Oddly I felt a warm tingling feeling and a sense of elation. “R-Really?”
She shrugged and gave me a smile, “I’ve come to like spending my time with you.”
“I do too,” I admitted. I couldn’t say that I loved her but it was true that I enjoyed my time spent with her. Where there was once nothing but raw sex, business and loneliness there was now someone I was looking forward to embrace each morning.
A moment of peaceful silence passed between us and I think both of us felt a little awkward from that exchange. I looked at her and noticed she was blushing. It was just so damn adorable.
I can’t believe I like this. It made me feel emotions I never thought would swirl in my chest.
“You know what I’m going to do if we pull this whole damn thing off?” I asked her, hoping to change the subject.
Noelle giggled and then turned around. She straddled my lap, wrapping her legs around me and began to grind her body against mine. With nothing but my shirt on I could feel her pussy and tits pushing against me. It was causing me to get another erection. I fucking loved how horny she had become.
“What?” she asked me.
“I am going to reward you with a whole night of rough fucking and a blow of load to your face,” I answered.
She laughed and then leaned closer to nibble at my lips, “I like that… but only if you fuck me right now too.”
I gave her a hard slap on the ass and then pulled her in closer, “You know I want to but we got to get ready. We told them we’d get everything ready in an hour.”
“How about a quickie?” she begged. She pushed me down to lean back on the couch and began to kiss me softly from my ears down to my lips. “Please, for me?”
This was like a dream come true. She was practically begging for sex. I knew we had to go and that there was still a lot to do but I couldn’t help it. There was this hot little pixie sitting on my lap and I just had to get another taste of her.
I took her panties, which she had tossed to the bedside, and shoved them in her mouth. I then took her by the wrists and twisted them behind her back and said, “Just a quickie and only because you got me so freaking horny, you little slut. Now turn around and get on the floor.”
“Yes husband,” she said with a kinky smile and then got on her knees on the floor. I pushed her down, keeping her ass high and her head flat on the floor. I kept her hands behind her back and quickly slid out of my shorts to let my hungry cock out.
“Ass up,” I commanded with a slap to her ass. She yelped and raised her hips even higher. When I reached down to feel her she was already soaking wet.
Excited, I rammed my cock deep into her pussy from behind. It made her moan and scream but the sound of her voice locked in ecstasy only made me even more anxious to cum. I wanted to fucking wreck her with my cock and it didn’t take long for her to begin squirting her orgasm down, getting her legs and myself all wet.
That made me go wild and I plowed my cock in and out of her tight little hole with no remorse, pounding in like she was just another fuck toy for me to enjoy. When it was time for me to blow my load I yanked her by the hair, tossed her panties out of her mouth and pried her mouth open so I could dump my load deep down in her throat.
By then she was filled with cum; my hot seed oozed out of her pussy and out of the corner of her lips. She could only smile and I admired how she looked; her hair was a mess, her makeup ruined and the wedding dress she had on was in utter chaos. She looked like a total slut but she was my wife, which made her my slut.
“Yummy,” I commended her with a pat to the face.
“Yummy,” she echoed with a smile. She took my shirt and used it to wipe herself down clean. When she was done she tossed it to the corner and said, “Okay… now we can go handle the business stuff.”
That made me chuckle and I gave her a kiss on the forehead before helping her up on her feet.
For the rest of the hour, we had to shower, get dressed, to gather all of our papers and other resources for the presentation. When we were ready, we waited a mere fifteen more minutes and I got the call that my parents’ chauffeur had arrived to pick us up.
I had to take in one last deep breath before we’d go. She was fidgeting too and had to drink one last cup of coffee before we could tell the driver downstairs that we’d be off in just a few more minutes. We couldn’t be late, after all, seeing as we were the ones behind this whole presentation.
This was the moment we had been preparing for. We were now ready – or at least I hoped we were – to give one last show for my parents. Sure, there were going to be at least two hundred other people there at the venue but none of them mattered to me. They were just background noise. The only person in that reception hall that mattered to me tonight was my father.
Well, him and Noelle. I took one last glance at her and smiled. She had become the steady rock that kept me up even when all my walls were crumbling. I wouldn’t even be here if it wasn’t for her.
Following one last check, Noelle and I dressed in our finest dinner attire and we headed downstairs.
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13
Noelle
“Good evening ladies and gentlemen,” I greeted the crowd as I stood up to the podium. As I looked at the reception hall of the hotel, I saw there were at least two hundred different people. Daxter’s parents were seated at one of the front-most tables but there were also several people from the media, there were businessmen, investors, potential endorsers and dozens of different designers and models.
It was a little intimidating but I had to just swallow my fears and push forward, “We would like to welcome you to the official unveiling of the Moda Auteur fashion line, spearheaded by none other than Daxter Horndale. We are bridging the gap between what people consider formal and comfortable. We are combining street fashion with business attire. We are making clothes that you can wear to define who you are to tell the story of your life.”
As I ended my introduction, the projector came on and showcased the first initial previews of the clothes we had our head designers craft. We started by showcasing the early sketches and then revealed a few sneak peeks of the actual items as worn on mannequins.
However, we knew that wouldn’t surprise the guests. Right when they thought the first presentation was over we had several men bring in large panels from behind the stage and form a makeshift ramp that went through the center of the room. Music played and more than thirty different models burst out from behind to showcase our designs in person.
We were met with a loud sound of applause and I could see numerous smiles and nods of approval.
Our work wasn’t done yet; Daxter still had to play his part. When he got up to the stage he then started revealing the more technical side of this business venture. He revealed that even without the full support of his parents and the family wealth, he had struck a deal with the international bank that Marcus had a key position in to help finance Moda Auteur for the first year. He also revealed the support coming from J&E Consulting Firm and he then introduced the key designers that created the items that were just shown.
