‘Jake,’ I call, my voice tremulous.
His head whips around, his body is immediately tense and his eyes narrow dangerously. ‘What is it?’ he asks.
‘I don’t feel well. I want to go home. Can you call me a taxi?’
He takes a step towards me, his body relaxing with relief. He is overprotective I can’t even begin to imagine what utter havoc would ensue if he knew what BJ has done to me.
He puts an arm around my shoulder lovingly. ‘What’s wrong, little bear?’
I want to throw my arms around him and cry my eyes out, but I don’t. I bite back my tears and lean against his strong, warm body. ‘I think I ate something that didn’t agree with me. I’ve just been sick in the toilet,’ I lie miserably.
‘Come on, we’ll take you home. Shane can give Ma a ride when she’s ready to go.’
Lily comes forward, her eyes are concerned and she is playing along, but she is a woman and she does not believe my fairy tale.
‘I’ll go find BJ. I should tell him we are leaving.’
I clutch his hand with both of mine and look up at him pleadingly. ‘Can’t you just call him from the car and tell him?’
He looks as if he is about to say something, but thinks better of it, and nods. Then the three of us make our way to a smiling girl in a Playboy bunny costume who takes our tickets and gives us our coats. It is only when we get outside that I am able to breathe properly again. I hardly hear when Jake gets on the phone with BJ and then Shane to arrange Ma’s ride home.
I am too bruised and shaken.
SIX
BJ
I stand at the curving windows with my back to the party and watch her leave, Jake’s arm curved protectively around her narrow back. Something within the darkest recesses of me whirls loose and flaps noisily in the wind. I had managed to ignore it for this long, but I know I cannot secure it back the way it was. You could say that the old hand is back, knocking at the old door.
I don’t open the door.
My fists clench tight. I’ll find release in another body. It was only a base animalistic reaction. There is nothing special about her. I’ll find a body more suited to my taste and fuck it. A lush, full-figured woman. A pair of hips I can grab while I am ramming into her. Someone who won’t look at me as if I have crawled out of the sewers, as if I make her feel itchy and unclean.
Yet my behavior was rotten. I shouldn’t have given in to my crazy impulse. So unlike me and so fuckin’ foolish.
I turn away from the window. The party is still in full swing, but it is as if all flavor has been sucked out of it. A hand lands on my arm. I look down at it. Oval-shaped nails painted pearlescent, good skin. I let my eyes flow upwards.
Mmmm … tight, yellow dress clinging onto breasts like planets. Well, big enough to feed a small African tribe anyway. I like that. Abundance. That’s what stuck-up, spoilt Layla lacks.
And blonde. Yeah. I’m very partial to blonde pussy.
My eyes rise higher up to a plump, slightly sulky mouth. Perfect for sucking cock.
By the time I reach her eyes, it’s a done deal. Cornflower blue, of course. As pretty as flowers and no hint that she sees anything unclean or itchy about the view in front of her.
I vaguely recognize her. The memory is fuzzy, but I think she’s candy from one of Shane’s clubs. I sort of remember flirting with her at the party Jake threw to celebrate the reopening of Eden. However, if I remember correctly, I ended up leaving with another dancer. It occurs to me that I had seen Layla that night too, and she had been rude to me then too. Bitch.
‘Hello,’ Blondie drawls. ‘You went home with the South American dancer the last time.’
I smile, letting it reach all the way up to my eyes. ‘I might have been a bit drunk and my cock might have been waylaid around the corner from you.’
She leans closer. ‘You’re not drunk tonight, are you?’
‘As sober as a saint.’
‘Good. Cause my pussy’s been aching for that great fuck you promised ever since.’
My smile widens. I could do with a dose of random cunt. There is comfort, immense comfort in anonymous curves. ‘I remember you now. You’re the one who can suck cock for days.’
She smiles with satisfaction that I have remembered her. ‘That’s right. I can suck cock like you can’t believe.’
I grab Blondie and, swinging her around, walk her backwards until her back presses against the wall, and she is hidden from the room by my bulk. I slide my hand under her dress and she helpfully spreads her legs. She is not wearing panties. Perfect. My kind of girl. She moans as my fingers part her slippery folds. She is so wet, even I am impressed.
‘What’s this?’ I ask.
‘Tug it and see,’ she suggests.
I tug at the metal stud in her pieced labia.
She wriggles and tilts her pelvis towards me.
I insert a finger into her and slowly fuck her with it.
‘Harder,’ she urges throatily.
I fit another two fingers in and pump her so roughly her body jerks.
‘Yes, yes,’ she encourages fiercely, her eyes glazed with lust.
She’s great, but she won’t be enough. Not tonight. Not when I am this wired. I’ve got too much energy to burn. She’ll be out cold before I’m finished.
‘Listen cupcake, I’m looking for a threesome tonight,’ I whisper in her ear.
‘I have a friend,’ she gasps immediately.
‘Good. Go get her.’ I take my fingers out of her pussy and hold them in front of her mouth. She tilts her head forward and sucks them greedily the way she would a dick, while staring boldly into my eyes. Yup, definitely my kind of girl.
My fingers exit her mouth with a wet pop.
I step sideways to let her pass, and watch her truly round and wonderful ass samba as she goes off in search of another body for me. I feel rather pleased with myself. It’s gonna be a goooooood night, after all.
I bring my hand up to my nose and smell it, but she has sucked away the smell of her pussy. All that is left is Layla’s scent, lingering like a rare perfume from a lost garden.
Damn you, Layla Eden. Just damn you.
Her friend is a Rita Hayward look alike, but with flaming copper hair. Obviously another dancer; I can always tell by the confident way they move. Unlike women who don’t use their bodies to earn money, dancers get that their physical form gives them immense power over mere men. She slides up to me sinuously. I swear I have never seen a woman to walk in such a serpentine fashion before. It is actually fascinating to watch. My cock twitches with interest.
‘I have a thing for men with gleaming raven hair,’ she says, stopping less than six inches away from me. The tips of her perky breasts almost touch my abs.
‘Oh yeah?’ Her obvious attraction is a balm after Layla’s unconcealed contempt and disgust.
A knowing smile stretches across her scarlet lips. ‘Yeah. Is it true what they say about you?’
‘I don’t know, what do they say?’
She lays her palms on my chest, stands on tiptoe, and whispers into the side of my neck. ‘That your mama gave you a horse cock.’
I grin slowly.
She puts her hand on my hardening dick, rubs along the length of it through the material and slowly opens her mouth as if she is becoming unbearably sexually stimulated. It is a practiced but highly effective move.
‘Oh! That’s no horse cock. That’s a whole python you have there in your jeans, Mister,’ she teases with a sly smile.
Yeah, she’ll do.
SEVEN
BJ
The party is still going strong but I know my housekeeper, Marcel, will see to throwing everybody out when he starts to miss his bed. With a hand resting lightly on the small of each girl’s back, I herd them away from the party and up to the Green Room.
I throw open the door and they enter like frisky lambs to the slaughter. I close the door, hit a switch, and a rotating disco ball with hundreds of colored LEDs come
s on. Multi-colored light scatters around the room. I flick another switch and rap music throbs to life, Jason Derulo and Snoop Dogg go, ‘Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle.’