Pleasure Extraordinaire 2 (PURSUIT) (8 page)

“You can say that.”

“How long is she gonna stay?”

Taylor shakes her head. “She’s moving to L.A.”

“It’ll be fun,” I say with sarcasm.

Adam shows up behind the couch and bows to give Taylor a kiss on the forehead. “What
are you two whispering about?”

“Your beloved sister and how much she adores me,” Taylor says with a mock glare.

“I’ll make sure she keeps her claws in,” he promises. “I can’t wait to see my nephew.
He’ll turn one in two weeks.”

“He’s her fourth kid?” I ask.

“Yeah, in eight years,” Taylor replies, her face showing a hint of dismay. “And, she
still has a great career. I’d ask her how she does it, but I’m afraid she’ll bite
me if I dare ask her a simple question.”

Adam settles between Taylor and me on the couch. I turn to him, elbowing his ribcage,
and he jerks away from me. “How can a man as sweet as you have a witch as a sister?”

Adam laughs loudly, doubling over and shaking. “I was thinking the same thing about
you as Taylor’s witch sister.”

“Come on, guys.” Taylor gets onto her feet. “Let’s finish up with the boxes before
three so we can deliver them before the evening. I don’t want to hear Adriana complaining
nonstop about the unopened boxes.”

Taylor assigns me the kitchen, and as I start wrapping the glasses with newspapers,
I notice a box with 'baby clothes' written on it. When she leaves, I open the box
and see baby clothes with price tags on, folded nicely, with a sonogram picture on
top of them. My heart breaks and I feel physical pain as I examine the picture. My
poor little niece didn’t get a chance to wear the clothes her parents had bought for
her.

Swallowing down the threatening sob in my throat, I place the picture back in the
box. As I start to turn, a positive pregnancy test in a Ziploc bag catches my attention.

Right at that moment, Taylor shows up at the doorway, staring at me wild-eyed.

“Is this new?” I ask, holding up the plastic bag in my hand. She paces forward, grabbing
the bag from my hold, and hides it carefully under the baby clothes. I repeat my question,
this time whispering, and she nods, placing her index finger over her lips, signaling
me to keep silent.

Holy fuck! How can she expect me to keep quiet at such superb news? I jump over and
hug her tightly, screaming at the same time. She reaches over and covers my mouth
with her hand, hushing me with an angry look on her face.

“Why?” I ask with a low voice. “Haven’t you talked to Adam yet?”

“No. I’m late only by a few days, but I couldn’t wait to get tested. It’s too soon
to tell it to anyone. I was shocked when I saw it turned positive. It can be a false
positive, you know, and even if I’m really pregnant, the risk of having a miscarriage
at this point is too big. I’ll wait for another week to try another test. Don’t mention
it to anyone. I’m begging you.”

“Okay, okay, I won’t. But stop being a Debby Downer for once. Third time’s the charm.
Oh, my goodness, I can’t believe it.” I hug her again, careful not to squeeze her
too tightly with my arms. Only when we hear Adam’s footsteps do I let her go and get
back to my assigned chores.

I pack until the evening and then help load the boxes into the brand-new truck Adam
bought just for the move. Despite Taylor’s request for me to stay for dinner, I excuse
myself as being tired, which is true. My muscles feel sore and not in a good way.

“Call me immediately if something unexpected happens,” I whisper in her ear but hope
at the same time nothing bad will happen, and she’ll have a healthy and happy pregnancy.
If anyone deserves it, it’s Taylor.

I walk back to my tiny, dark condo, warm up some left-over lasagna from last night,
and settle with it and my laptop on my bed. I’ll have to go through the PE database
to pick my lovers for tomorrow’s fun.

Given the low rating I received for my looks, I don’t have access to the hundreds
of escorts like Ace promised, but rather fifteen men who are mostly above thirty five
and a little too muscled for my taste. JJ is the only one I can imagine myself with
among the list of the fifteen interested. I click on the three-hour option on JJ’s
profile page for tomorrow afternoon between two and five and enter the company credit
card number I was given for my personal purchases.

As for the second lover, I’ll have to ask Ace if he’s still interested in being the
complimentary one. I seriously doubt he will, considering how disappointed he was
after hearing my desire to have him and Zane together, and he won’t be entirely wrong
about his frustration.

What was I thinking? Ace might not be biologically related to Zane, but they grew
up together like brothers. Having them together in a sexual act would still count
as incest.

I pick up my phone and stare at it hesitatingly, wishing I had the balls to call Ace
to ask him if he’s still interested. After minutes of internal struggle, I accept
being a coward and text him instead.

“I’m sorry for the lunch. I shouldn’t have asked you to consider having a threesome
with Zane. I hope you’ll forgive me. I really want you to be a part of the threesome.
I already chose JJ to be the third.”

My heart leaps when my phone rings with a new text from Ace.

“Excellent choice. Apology accepted.”
He really isn’t into sexting or is still cross with me.

After dinner, I go through my lingerie collection to pick something appropriate for
tomorrow, but I’m sure it’s useless, because I have a feeling that the boys will have
their own choices for my clothing.

JJ and Ace. In a way, this combination is better than Zane and Ace because I haven’t
really had sex with either of them, and now I’ll get to have them both at the same
time. Just thinking about being naked in front of two hot men, who desire me as much
as I desire them, makes my insides melt.

To distract myself and ease my agitated nerves, I log into my Netflix account and
fire up the first episode of the last season of Frat House. Even though it’s the third
time I’ve watched it, the handsome boys of the show keep me diverted, which again
makes me wonder how the Hawkins Media board members can be against such a popular
show. They surely must have a lot of money to be blind to the success of it.

I
f I was agitated yesterday, now I’m perplexed for the impending hours at PE. I couldn’t
sleep well; consequently my eyes are swollen and have dark circles around. As if that’s
not enough, I have a pimple on my forehead the size of a pea. My hands are shaking.
My chin is trembling. This is worse than how I felt on my very first date with a boy.

Nick opens the door of my Audi and I hand the key to a shirtless valet before sliding
my arm around Nick’s. I’m wearing a strapless, red, mini-dress and black high heels.
I can hardly make it to Ace’s office on shaky legs without incident. Nick smiles at
me when he opens Ace’s office door for me.

I’m a little taken back when I realize Alexander, the third jury member who rated
my appearance on my first day at PE beside JJ and Ace, is sitting at Ace’s desk. He
gets up, walks around the desk, and grabs my hand to shake. “Hello, Seven, thanks
for your visit at Pleasure Extraordinaire today. Ace is getting ready for the afternoon,
that’s why I’ll be serving you for your preparation. Would you like to eat or drink
anything?”

“Hi Alexander. No, I’ll just go ahead and refresh my makeup.”

“Sure. I placed the robe Ace would like you to wear for the party.”

A robe? There goes my choice of dress for today. I don’t voice my annoyance and go
through the door to the attached room, closing it behind me. The robe is a small piece
of red, transparent clothing. Analyzing its texture in my hands, I ask myself why
I even went through the trouble of picking up a sexy dress. They’ll always come up
with something sexier and more revealing. At least Ace and I both had the same color
in mind.

Sliding out of my dress but keeping my crimson bra and panties on, I shrug on the
robe and examine myself through the mirror. I’m sure Ace and JJ wanted me to be fully
naked underneath, but no power in the world can make me walk naked—yes naked, because
the robe doesn’t cover anything—all the way to the suite.

After applying my dark-red lipstick and fluffing my hair over my shoulders, I go back
and let Alexander walk me to the suite.

My mouth goes dry once we arrive in front of the door, and I regret not having asked
for a glass of water. I sigh heavily and feel my cheeks go hot. I’m sure they’re now
the color of my lipstick.

“Ready when you are,” Alexander says as he holds the doorknob. I nod after inhaling
a long, deep breath that should calm me down but does the exact opposite, and swallow
hard when the door is opened. “I wish you a great afternoon,” Alexander says, gesturing
with his long arm inside the suite.

I hesitate to take a step, but force myself to enter anyway. JJ and Ace are sitting
on a sofa at the other end of the suite, both naked from head to toe. Both look up
and stand when they notice my presence. As soon as I’m inside and the door is closed
behind me, Ace orders me to take everything off, his voice clipped and angry. I narrow
my eyes at him, cocking my head back. How dare he speak like that to me.

I take off the robe anyway and drop it on the floor, letting it pool around my legs.
I wait for a moment for either of the men to come and help me with the bra and panties,
but they don’t move an inch, so I help myself out of them, under the intense and curious
eyes of the two men.

“Shoes, too,” Ace commands, and I do, feeling angrier at his hostile attitude. However,
I realize my anxiety is diminishing as anger replaces it. Perhaps Ace is doing it
on purpose, to ease my tension and get me in the mood. He’s perceptive to know that
side of me.

After I’m completely naked, I stroll toward them. My heart is pounding heavily under
my chest, in my ears. The two men stand a foot from each other, JJ with a massive
hard-on, Ace not affected at all by my nudity. I remember he wasn’t hard at that time
when he wanted to rub coconut oil on me but instead got aroused as he proceeded. Perhaps
he needs some work to get hard in addition to visuals. I don’t mind working on his
cock and seeing the effect of my hands on him.

JJ winks at me as he takes his cock in his hand and starts rubbing it up and down.
He’s a pro through and through, and the sight of him teasing himself while gazing
at my body with lust makes me wet between my legs.

When I finally stand before them, I have to look up to see their faces because I can
barely reach their chest level without my high heels. They’re both so hot; I can’t
believe this is actually happening.

“You’re stunning,” JJ says with a seductive tone, but doesn’t make a move on me and
just keeps on staring at my body with seductive fires in eyes. Perhaps he’s waiting
for me to make the first move, to make sure that I don’t start anything without being
absolutely ready for it. I give up on that idea when Ace reaches up for my hand, pulls
me against his naked, firm body, and wraps his arms around me. JJ was waiting for
his boss to start the show, I see.

My skin tingles at the places Ace’s hands are touching, while the rest of my body
screams to be devoured by his lips. I place my hands on his chest, moving them up
and down, grabbing his hard muscles with force. I bet he prefers to be manhandled
than massaged gently. He presses his lips together, while scolding me, perhaps in
disbelief. Yeah, Mr. Ice, I can be tough, too. His eyes are burning with flames of
lust, so unusual for his otherwise icy eyes, and his chest heaves up and down quickly
beneath my rough hands.

Before long, he leans down and captures my lips, catching me off-guard. I vaguely
remember my rule for not kissing while using the PE men for my sexual pleasure. But
that belief seems irrational now that I get a taste of Ace’s delectable lips.

I stand up on my toes and move my hands up to wrap them around his neck, enjoying
the sweet sensation of my breasts grazing over his skin. He tightens his hold around
me, shuddering just like me at the sudden crush of our bodies. His hands easily reach
the sides of my breasts, and I’m dying for him to grab them.

I gasp with pleasure. His kiss is possessive and urgent. He’s licking my lips, as
if he’s been hungry for me for a long time, and slips his tongue into my mouth. Opening
my mouth wide, I suck his tongue and bite it gently. It’s nothing like I’ve tasted
before. Sweet and soft, yet aggressive. This is our first kiss, and in a way, I feel
like it’s the first kiss of my life.

His cock gains thickness between our bodies. I pant with desire to palm it, feel it
pulsating in my hand, and then take it into my mouth, then into my vagina.

I feel hands moving down and touching my butt, and I remember JJ is in the room with
us. Ace can make me forget about everything with just one kiss, I guess. JJ’s hands
ferociously knead my butt cheeks while he rubs his hard-on against my back. The feeling
is bewildering, revitalizing. I drag my hands down to Ace’s chest to push him away
and free myself from his hold. First he hugs me tighter, but when I close my mouth,
he loosens his grip, tilts his head back, and stares down at me, frowning. Disbelief
and shock dominate his face for a second before he resumes his cold self.