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Bru's Girls Ch. 01

By: aimili_sage



Alyssa climbed on a stool and leaned over the bar, her ass stuck up in the air. Her sister, Amelia, came up next to her and smacked her. “Dammit, Amy!” She rose up to glare at her older sister over her shoulder. “I could have fallen.”

“What are you doing?” Amelia propped on the bar to look, her skirt hiking up.

“I’m trying to get a towel.” She tried reaching for it again.

“Jesus, Lyssa. What would it have hurt for you to walk around to get the rag?” She walked around the bar and held the towel aloft. She smirked as Alyssa squirmed on the bar reaching for it. A movement behind her sister caught her eye. She looked up to see a blond guy watching them with a grin on his face. She stepped up to the bar. “Hi. Welcome to Bru’s. What can I get for you?”

Alyssa grabbed the towel from her sister’s hand and back up into the customer. She turned, blushing. “Sorry.” She rushed off to clean empty tables.

The guy watched as she bent over, her shorts riding up to show off more of her legs. Amelia smiled. “Hey, sweetie.” She waved her hand in front of his face. “I can call her back over if you want.”

“No need. I need two beers.” He glanced over at Alyssa again.

“She’s legal if you’re wondering.” Amelia placed two Coors Light on the bar.

“What?” He turned his attention back to Amelia.

“Alyssa. She’s nineteen. I could introduce the two of you.”

He smiled and winked. “Maybe later.” He grabbed the beers and walked over to where a friend waited. She watched him, a grin tugging on her lips.

*****

“What was that all about?” Orlando took a sip from his beer.

Heath glanced over at Alyssa again. “I think I found company for tonight.”

“Really? Which one, the shorts or the skirt?” 

He motioned to Alyssa. “The shorts. The skirt was helpful, told me her name and age.”

“And the skirt?” Heath shrugged. “You could’ve found out for me, you wanker.” He threw a peanut at the blond.

“Gentlemen.” They looked up to see Amelia standing by their table with a camera in her hand. “It’s tradition for Bru’s to take pictures of our customers. Do you mind?”

The guys looked at each other. “On one condition,” Heath said. “You and her are in it too.”

Amelia smiled. “Sure.” She walked over and leaned over to whisper in her sister’s ear. “How would you like to talk a picture with a movie star?”

“What?” Alyssa looked up in confusion.

“You know the guy you bumped into?” She nodded. “It’s Heath Ledger.”

Her eyes widened. “Get out! Are you sure?”

Amelia nodded. “I just went over there for a picture. He wants both of us in it. And that’s not all. You would never guess who’s with him.”

“I hate guessing, Amy. Just tell me.”

“Orlando Bloom.” She walked off towards the back. 

Alyssa peeked at the table where the guys sat. In the dim light she couldn’t tell if Amelia was telling the truth or not. She took a deep breath and walked over. “Hi. Is everything okay? Can I get you anything else?”

They smiled up at her. “Not just yet,” Orland said. “Are the two of you related?” He motioned at the hallway where Amelia disappeared.

“Amy? She’s my older sister.” 

“Not by much; just a few years.” Amelia returned with a tall dark-haired man.

“Asher Brouchard. Welcome to Bru’s. Are Amelia and Alyssa treating you okay?” They nodded. “Good. Why don’t you two get behind the table.” he told his sisters. Amelia pulled up a chair from another table and sat next to Orlando, leaving the chair next Heath open for Alyssa. She shyly sat down. “Alright,” Asher said as he raised the camera. “Scoot closer. Great. I hope you two have a great time in New Orleans.”

“We plan on it, mate,” Heath said, looking at Alyssa. He held out his hand. “I’m Heath.”

“Alyssa.” She shook his hand. “This is my sister, Amelia. And you are?” She looked at Orlando.

“Orlando. Now that the introductions are done, what are you two ladies doing tonight?”

“Working at the moment,” Amelia said. She stood. “Unfortunately, we have to finish our shift.” She walked back to the bar. 

Alyssa stood also. “You’re welcome to stay as long as you want.”

Heath grabbed her wrist before she could walk away. “We were wondering if you and your sister would like to go out after you get off.”

She bit her lip. “I’ll have to ask.” She leaned over the bar and whispered to Amelia, who smiled and nodded. Alyssa smiled as she walked back to their table. “We’ll be done in half an hour.”

Orlando left Heath watching Alyssa and walked to the bar. He propped up on his elbows, smiling as he noticed Amelia bent over with her head in a cooler. Her hips moved in time with the music. “Amy.”

She eased out of the cooler and tossed her hair back. Smiling she joined him. “What can I get for you?”

“For starters, how bout a light?”

She dug a lighter out of her pocket. “For starters, huh?” She lit his cigarette. “You think you’re gonna get more?”

“I can hope.”

“What about him?” She nodded in Heath’s direction. “Is he hoping?”

He shrugged. “Probably. I can’t really speak for him.” He reached out and wrapped a curl around his finger. He tugged slightly, pulling her closer. “So, what are my chances?”

“Hopeful.”

*****

“So what is there to do in New Orleans?” Heath asked Alyssa. They were walking with their fingers entwined several paces ahead of Orlando and Amelia.

She giggled. “The question is what isn’t there to do?”

“What about dancing?”

“Sure.” She turned around. “Amy, head to Clouteel’s.” Her sister waved, letting her know that she was heard. Alyssa continued on, passing Bourbon Street. “You should see this place during Mardi Gras. It seems like everyone in New Orleans is on Bourbon Street. One time it took up twenty minutes just to cross.”

“What’s a Clouteel?”

Amelia laughed. “Clouteel’s is a dance club.” They heard the music before they saw the line of people. They caught up with Alyssa and Heath.

Orlando looked at the crowd with a frown on his face. “Are we going to be able to get in?”

“Well, we could go tell the bouncer who the two of you are, but a riot might start. Just leave it to us.” The girls led the way to the door. When the doorman spotted them, he smiled and waved them forward. Amelia patted his cheek as she passed.

Music blared from speakers. They stood for a moment, letting their eyes adjust to the darkness. On the way down to the dance floor, Amelia grabbed a waitress and passed her a note, waving up at the DJ booth. The waitress smiled and nodded.

“What was that all about?” Orlando yelled.

“You’ll see!” She grinned mischievously.

He frowned. “You didn’t tell anyone we’re here, did you?”

“Of course not! I don’t like to share!” She pulled him to the center of the dance floor. The fog machine came on, sending smoke swirling around their legs. He pulled her up against him.

“So how did we get in?”

Alyssa jumped at Heath’s question. She turned her head, not realizing how close he really was. Her mouth nearly brushed his. “It helps to be related to the owners!”

Heath cupped her cheek and lowered his head to hers. He brushed her lips lightly before settling. He deepened the kiss. Someone bumped into them from the side, breaking the embrace. She stumbled down a few steps. Laughing she looked up to see Heath glaring at the person who just interrupted them. She motioned him to join her. When they reached the bottom of the stairs, the tempo changed to a slow song. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her close. Alyssa laid her head on his chest and closed her eyes.

“This song is a special request from the Bru girls,” the DJ said. “Have fun, ladies.”

“So this is what the note was about.” Orlando tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. He caressed her cheek.

“Guilty.” Amelia stroked her fingers along the back of his neck. She leaned up and kissed his lips. When she started to move away, he followed. Threading his fingers in her head, he teased her mouth by nipping her bottom lip. The kiss intensified. She ran a hand down his chest, slowly unbuttoning his shirt. She slipped her arms around his waist, enjoying the feel of his smooth skin beneath her fingertips. He pressed her hips against his.

At that moment something hit Amelia in the back, knocking her and Orlando into the people behind them. She turned around to see the dance floor rapidly becoming white. Foam poured from pipes overhead. She laughed. They were so enraptured with each other that they didn’t hear the song end. Her laughter died when she looked at her dance partner. His eyes burned with desire. She could feel his erection pressing against her stomach.

“How far away do you live?”

“Two blocks.” He grabbed her hand and led her out of the sea of foam. She waved to the other couple as they passed by.

Alyssa watched her sister’s retreating back with a frown on her face. “Should we go with?”

Heath shrugged. “I would rather have you to myself, but if you want to, okay.”

She stopped him when he turned to leave. “No. It’s alright.”

*****

Amelia slammed the door behind them and dragged Orlando up the stairs, ignoring whoever was in the living room. Once in her room, he grabbed her, pulling her in for a kiss. Their mouths fused together. He lifted her up and her legs wrapped around his waist. He set her on the bed, ripping her underwear off. He slipped her shirt over her head, breaking their kiss. He licked and nibbled her neck and collarbone down to her breasts. She gasped as he sucked her nipples through her bra. She unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. He hissed in a breath when her fingers encircled his dick. He let her stoke him a few times before he caught her wrist.

“Condom. Now,” he said, his voice raspy.

She reached blindly for her bedside table drawer and yanked it open. She captured a foil package. She groaned in frustration when she couldn’t open the condom. A smile played on his lips as he tore it open. He quickly donned the condom and slid inside her. He pushed her back until she was lying on the bed. He hooked her legs on his arms, causing him to slip deeper. His fingers dug into her hips as he began to move. She grabbed fistfuls of covers and bit her lip to keep from screaming.

*****

“Nice house,” Heath said as they entered through the gate. “It’s messy half the time. There are five women that live here. You would think one of us would clean sometimes.” He followed her into the house. She led him upstairs. “My room is this one. I’ll be right back.”

He watched her enter the bathroom before he opened her door. He sat on her bed while he waited. The wall behind the headboard was vibrating. He grinned, figuring that it was Amelia and Orlando who was the source. Alyssa walked in, blushing. She stood between his knees as he placed his hand on her hips. She lowered her head until her lips touched his. He pulled her closer, sealing their mouths together. He tugged her shirt out of the waistband of her shorts. A hand skimmed over her flat stomach to cup her breast. She moaned softly as his thumb caressed her nipple.

A muffled scream made Heath break the kiss and look towards the door. “What was that?”

“Amelia. Her room is across the hall.” Alyssa tried to step back, but he held her close. She smiled shyly. “I was going to join you.” She kicked off her shoes and climbed up on the bed to lay behind him.

He stretched out next her and propped up on his elbow. Watching her he slowly slipped his hand up her shirt. He cupped her breast through her bra. Her breath hitched in her throat when he rolled her nipple. He stopped as a thought came to him.

“Are you a virgin, Alyssa?” She shook her head. “Good.” He seized her lips.

Alyssa unbuttoned his shirt, pulling it out of his pants to reach the last few buttons. Slowly she skimmed her fingers across his shoulders and down his arms. He shrugged it off before starting on her shirt. He took his time releasing each button. He rolled over so she could release her arms. She reached under his tank top. He sucked in a breath when her fingers touched his stomach. Feeling the contours of his torso, she pushed up the undershirt. They broke the kiss long enough to the undershirt.

Heath fingered the button on her shorts before slipping it through the hole. Gradually he lowered the zipper. He slid his hands into her shorts, pushing them over her hips. He traced the edge of her panties before slipping his hand inside. She moaned in frustration as she tried to kick off her shorts. She rolled off him to succeed. She straddled his thighs. He laced his fingers behind his head and watched her. 

Alyssa reached for his belt. She unfastened his pants and slowly slid the zipper down. Lifting up she pushed them over his legs until they pooled at his ankles. He toed off his shoes before kicking his pants away, leaving him in a pair of jockeys. She stretched out next to him. He caressed her arm, causing her to shiver. He ran a finger along the strap of her bra, down to the clasp. He flicked it open. He glided the strap over her shoulder. She shrugged out of it, leaving herself bare. He leaned forward and captured her mouth. When he lifted his head, a smile curled on his lips.

He pushed her onto her back. After removing her bra, he looked down the length of her body, back up to her face. His eyes holding hers, he bent over and ran his tongue over one nipple then the other. She inhaled sharply when he bit gently. He watched her nipples harden as he blew on them lightly. He trailed kisses down her stomach while he pulled her panties off. When he started to descend further, she stopped him. He crawled up the length of her, parting her legs with his knee. As he lay on top of her, his hips nestled against hers. 

Alyssa stroked her fingers down his back. “There’s a condom on the table.”

Heath reached blindly for the nightstand. Sitting up he pushed down his underwear and leisurely tore open the package, rolling down his length. He kept his eyes locked with hers. He caught a leg under his arm as he lay fully on top of her. He pushed forward, easing the head inside. She wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him forward. He entered to the hilt. They moaned in unison. He slowly withdrew. She grabbed his hips and pulled him forward. She sank her nails into his ass, holding him deep inside. He withdrew then rammed forward. Her nails sank deeper as he plunged into her. He felt her breath on his neck. He slipped his arm under her other leg, opening her wider.

Alyssa whimpered as he hit bottom. He increased the tempo, going deeper and harder. She thrust her hips up, matching the speed. He bit gently on her neck. He stopped for a moment, getting to his knees. He bent over her and took a nipple into his mouth. Raising her up, she wrapped her legs around his waist. Holding onto her hips he drove up into her repeatedly. She screamed when she came. He growled as he exploded in her, sending her into another orgasm. 

*****

Thianna opened the door and stuck her head inside. “Psst, Amy. You awake?” She slipped inside and crouched next to the bed. She grabbed a shoulder and shook. “Amy.”

“Thianna, I will shot you where you stand if you don’t get out of here right now,” came Amelia’s muffled voice.

“Nicki saw a naked guy in Alyssa’s room. She said it looked like Heath Ledger.”

Amelia rolled over and propped up on her elbows. She squinted at the clock. “Christ. You wake me up at nine in the morning to let me know that Heath Ledger was in my baby sister’s bed?” A smile crept across her face. “Way to go, Lyssa.” 

“You mean that was Alyssa screaming last night?” Amelia had rolled back over. “Amy.”

“Thi, I’m gonna get the gun.”

“Okay. Fine. I know when I’m not wanted.” 

Orlando snuggled closer to Amelia. “I thought she would never leave. What would she have done if I asked her to join us?”

“Sputter for a moment before running out the door.” She ran a hand down his chest. “When do you have to leave?”

“Tonight. Our plane leaves at eight, I think.” He bit his lip as she licked her way down his chest and stomach. “Are you ready to get rid of me all ready?”

She snorted. “Not likely.” She closed her lips around his dick and lowered her head. She scraped her teeth along his length on the way back up. She flicked her tongue on the underside of the head before she descended. She wrapped her tongue around him and sucked. She began to move back and forth, sucking on the way out. A fist tangled through her hair. One of her hands gently massaged his balls as the other tightened at the base of his cock. He groaned. She tilted her head, changing the angle of her mouth and teeth. His breath hissed in sharply. He pulled her hair until he popped out of her mouth. He tugged her up until she was lying on top of him. He captured her lips as he rolled them over.

Parting her legs, she brought them to his sides, resting her legs along side his. He shifted slightly on the bed before settling comfortably between her out-spread thighs. She slowly spread her legs farther apart and wrapped her calves around the back of his, firmly locking them together. Hearing him inhale, she arched her back, rubbing her breasts against his chest. Orlando trailed his lips along her body, kissing her collarbone and down to her chest. He touched her breast, cupping the flesh in his hand. Gently, he brushed his thumb across the taut nipple. Hearing her gasp and arch into his hand, he captured the little peak between his index finger and thumb. He started to gently tug at it, arousing her even more. He added his mouth to the sexual torture that his fingers was creating. Leaving a trail of kisses on the tops of her breasts and bracing most of his weight on his elbows, he bent his head and took her breast into his hot mouth, sucking at her hungrily. 

Amelia’s fingers tightened in his hair and pulled him closer, trapping his lips against her breast. Arching her back, she rubbed the nipple over his tongue. He responded by increasing the sucking pressure and rapidly flicking his tongue across the nub until she whimpered his name and tightened her legs around his waist. Arching her pelvis against his, she tried to soothe the ache he created by grinding her hips against his. With a final lick, he released the tender nub and attended to her other breast, quickly fastening his lips around it and giving it the same attention as he had given its twin. 

Releasing her nipples, he placed a string of wet kisses along her abdomen and tongued the shallow dip of her navel. Sliding down in the bed, he gently ran his fingers through the silky ink of her pubic hair. Using his finger, he teased her open. He watched her face as he caressed her. Her bottom lip was caught between her teeth. She gasped when he finally slid a finger inside her. It was soon joined by a second. He placed his thumb on her sensitive clit and stroked. He quickly brought her to a climax, keeping the little bud stimulated until her inner muscles convulsed around his fingers and she screamed.

Not giving her a chance to calm down, he pulled her legs farther apart and wrapped them around his shoulders. As she crossed her legs around his neck, he slid his hands under her ass, pulling her closer to his mouth. Lowering his head, he tasted her, using his tongue, lips, and teeth on her swollen flesh, intent on giving her a second orgasm. 

“Oh God,” she panted. She was close, very close. She felt the pressure build until it was almost unbearable. Grabbing the back of his head, she locked him in place and thrust her hips against his mouth. “Please, Orly.”

Gently, he captured her clitoris between his teeth, then took it between his lips and sucked -- hard. She screamed, as lightning bolts of pleasure traveled up and down her body, stealing her breathe. She writhed wildly on the bed, clutching the sheets. Her body drew taunt as a last wave of desire wash over her.

*****

“Who do you think that was?” Beth asked as she set her coffee down on the table.


Bru's Girls Ch. 01



“Alyssa,” Thianna said.

“Amy,” Nicoma countered. They looked up at the ceiling. Each laid a five-dollar bill in the center of the table.

*****

Asher watched his sisters mope about the bar. They smiled for the customers, but they weren’t their usual selves. After Alyssa looked at the clock for the fiftieth time, he strolled over to the bar.

“What’s going on?”

“What are you talking about?” Amelia asked.

“The two of you moping around since you got here. If you’re going to keep this up, go home.”

They looked at each other. “Do you mean it?” Alyssa asked.

Amelia took off her apron and grabbed their purses. “Don’t ask questions. Let’s go.” They hurried to the airport in time to see the plane for L.A. take off. “What time is it?”

Alyssa looked at her watch. “8:05. Too late.” 

They stood and watched the plane climb into the sky. Hearing a whistle they turned to see Orlando and Heath strolling towards them. Alyssa leaned back against the rail while Amelia wound her arms around Orlando’s neck. Heath placed a hand on either side of Alyssa, boxed her in.

“We thought that you’d left.”

He smiled, showing his dimple. “We decided to catch a later flight. I figured that you could persuade your brother to let you get off early.” He leaned forward and kissed her. “We have the VIP lounge all to ourselves.”

She looked around. Amelia and Orlando had disappeared. “And what are we going to do when we get there?”

“Anything you want.” He caught her hand and led her away from the terminal and down the hall. He opened a door halfway to the next terminal. Orlando was sitting on the couch with Amelia on top of him. Heath quietly shut the door and turned the lock. Alyssa raised an eyebrow. He shrugged. “Don’t want them to get arrested if anyone comes in.”

He led her over to a group of chairs that faced away from the couch. He sat and pulled her down onto his lap. He ran a hand up her leg and underneath her skirt.

“So you brought me here to molest me.” She gasped when his fingers slipped inside her panties. She squirmed, feeling his growing erection under her.

“I wouldn’t call it molesting,” he said as he pushed her panties down her legs. He opened her legs wide with his. He combed through her curls, lightly brushing her clit before sinking two fingers into her. She whimpered, opening her legs wider. He slid in and out, his palm rubbing across her clit. He sucked on her neck, drawing a small love bite. Her breaths came out in gasps. She moved her hips in sync with his hand. She cried out when he remove it. He pushed her to her feet and turned her around to face him. He hurriedly unzipped his pants and put on a condom before pulling her back down, making her straddle him. He slid inside her with a hiss.

Alyssa looked over his shoulder at her sister. Amelia’s shirt was off and her bra was pulled down. She quickly averted her eyes.

“How far gone are they?”

“Very.” She started to roll her hips, as if dancing on top of him. He groaned, surging upwards in response. She leaned back, causing him to slide deeper. He slipped a hand between them. His thumb teased her clit. She bit her bottom lip to keep from screaming. He grabbed her hips, bringing her down suddenly. She moaned, her head dropping onto his shoulder. His hands slid up and around her back. He brushed against the small of her back. She gasped at the sensation. He continued to caress her back while she set the pace. She leaned back to grab the top of the chair. He tugged her forward until her breasts were level with his mouth.

Heath ripped her shirt open, sending buttons flying. He tore the clasp off her bra and latched on to her breast. He bit her nipple lightly while he stroked the sensitive part of her back. Her body began to shudder as she sat down hard, clasping her legs to his hips. She threw her head back. Her back arched. He surged up, moaning as he came.

They sat there, trying to catch their breath. Hearing applause, Heath turned the chair around to see Amelia and Orlando clapping. He started laughing as Alyssa felt the blush creep up her neck.

*****

The foursome waited for the departure time to arrive. Amelia and Orlando ignored the other couples’ sighs and moans.

“You wiped me out,” Orlando said as he tucked a loose strand behind her ear.

“Well, considering that we used four condoms at the house and two here, I’ll say that we had a very busy night.”

“Not counting all the oral sex, of course.” He looked at his watch. “You’re going to get blue balls if you don’t hurry.” Heath flicked him off. 

“Quit teasing them.” She played with his fingers. 

A knock sounded at the door just when Heath and Alyssa came. They quickly straightened their clothing as Orlando opened the door. A counter agent stood on the other side. Her eyes widened to see two disheveled couples in the room.

“Mr. Ledger, Mr. Bloom. We’re boarding now.”

They walked quietly to the terminal. They said their goodbye and the guys got on the plane. The sisters watched as their plane took off and climbed into the sky. Turning to leave the counter agent was behind them. She leaned forward and asked, “How were they?”

Alyssa and Amelia looked at each other and smile. Amelia leaned in closer and whispered, “My lips are sealed.”

“Well,” Amelia asked when they reached the car. “How was he?”

A smile of complete satisfaction crept across Alyssa’s lips. “Best fuck of my life.”

“Really? The whole house heard.” She started the car and headed back towards the Quarter.



Bru's Girls Ch. 02



Necoma sighed and looked around the empty bar. Sounds of celebration drifted in from the streets. "I'm starting to really dislike Mardi Gras." She glanced over at Alyssa when she heard a gasp. "What?"

"That's blasphemous, Nicki. Don't let anyone else in the city hear you." She climbed up on the bar. "I wanna dance. Dance with me, Nicki." She motioned her friend up.

"This isn't Coyote Ugly. Get down."

She pouted before jumping down. She grabbed Nicki's hand and pulled her to an area clear of tables. "Dance with me."

"I don't think so. Why don't you go to Clouteel's?"

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah. I'll close up early and blame it on Amy."

Alyssa grabbed her purse and headed for the door. "Later." She was brought up short by a man opening the door. "Oops. Sorry." She brushed past him. Stopping short outside, she turned to glance back at him. She craned her neck to watch him walk further inside. "Nice," she muttered before starting down the sidewalk.

Vin Diesel looked around the empty room. Glancing behind the bar, he noticed someone with her head in the cooler. His gaze skimmed down her jean-clad legs. "Are you closed?" A loud bang sounded from inside the cooler, along with curses. He smiled as the rest of the girl was revealed. "Sorry."

"No problem. I bang my head all the time," Nicki said sarcastically. She rubbed her head as she looked up. She felt her mouth drop open. 

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah. What can I get for you?" She lowered her gaze to see that everything was stocked.

"A beer." Vin sat on the closest stool. "Are you closed?"

"Sorta. Every body's on Bourbon Street, so the bars that way get more action." She placed a bottle in front of him. "Is this your first Mardi Gras?"

"Yeah."

"How do you like it so far?"

He smiled. "It's alright. A lot of drunken people."

"Mardi Gras at its finest." She leaned against the bar. "I'm Nicki."

"So, Nicki. What are doing after work?"

"More than likely going home and going to bed."

"You mean, you're not going to join the masses in getting inebriated and flashing your tits at perfect strangers for beads?"

She shook her head. "I'll leave that for the hordes of well-endowed tourists to do that. Been there, done that," she said under her breath.

*****

"How are you going to find Orlando in this crowd?" Beth yelled.

"I told him what we were wearing and that we'll be by the DJ," Amy yelled back. She looked over at her roommate. "That actually looks good."

"Right." She tugged on the plunging neckline. "It's hotter than hell in here."

"We'll go outside as soon as he gets here. There he is." She stood on her toes and waved. She turned around and placed a kiss on Beth's cheek. "Later," she said as she slipped into the crowd.

"Amy. Dammit." She sighed. She pushed her way through the crowd, slapping at a few guys who grabbed at her tits. "Hands off buddy." 

Finally she made it to the open French doors. She stepped out into the cool night air and shivered slightly. A cape settled over her shoulders. Startled she looked over to see a man standing next to her. He bowed low, taking her hand.

"A lady should not be allowed to catch a cold." His lips grazed the back of her wrist. His brown eyes met hers. "Would you care for a walk in the garden?"

Beth smiled. "A lady should never be alone without a chaperon, especially with a pirate."

"You guessed." He gazed down at his costume.

"It's a fantasy of mine, to be ravished by an infamous swash buckler."

"Milady, be prepare to be consumed." He led her down to the garden. "Does my lady have a name?"

"Elizabeth. And yours?"

"John."

*****

Vin tossed back the shot and set the glass on the bar with the others. Nicki followed suit. He laughed. "You're actually meeting me shot for shot." 

"This ain't nothin'. You should drink with Amy."

"And why's that?"

"She would probably put you under the table. Might even join ya," she mumbled.

"What was that?"

She shook her head. "We better get out of here before we drink anymore. Asher'll come in in the morning an' have a shit fit."

Pulling out his wallet, he tossed several bills on the bar. "That should take care of the damage." 

She opened the register and slipped them inside. Stepping on the stool, she hopped up onto the bar. She twisted around. Before she could jump down, he moved between her thighs. She placed her hands on his shoulders. "I can't get down if you're standin' in my way."

He reached an arm around her waist while his fingers tangled in her hair at the nape of her neck. "Your accent is sexier than hell." 

"It's not as thick as those from the bayous." She sucked in a breath when he stopped inches from her mouth. It whooshed out of her lungs as his cheeks grazed hers. He inhaled.

"Smell good too."

"Thanks." She turned her head and her lips brushed his. Unthinking she captured his bottom lip and sucked. With a groan he sealed his lips to hers. He pulled her off of the bar, letting her slide down his body. He hauled her up against him. 

"Off," he growled as he unsnapped her jeans and tugged them over her hips. She toed off her shoes and shimmied out of her pants. He dragged her shirt over her head, leaving her in just her bra and socks. He ran his hands up her sides to cup her breasts. With a grin he swiftly unhooked the front clasp and tossed it over his shoulder. "One more shot," he said as he got on his knees in front of her.

Nicki grabbed the tequila. Watching him she tipped the bottle, sending the last of the cool liquor down her body. He slowly licked the residue off her as he stood. Her hands clutched at his shoulders when he blew lightly on her nipples, causing them to pucker. He tongued one rosy bud before slipping it into his mouth. She groaned as he bit gently on it. His forefinger and thumb teased its twin. 

She reached for his pants while he feasted on her breasts. She shoved them over his hips and drew him closer. He captured her wrists, restraining them behind her back. One leg hooked over his hip. She felt his dick rub against her cunt. He surged inside her in one motion. Her other leg wrapped around his waist, her ankles locking behind his back. 

Nicki's back arched over the bar. She moaned as he moved deeper. He pressed against her, causing the wood to bite into her skin. His pace increased. She closed her eyes and saw sparks of light. Her head hit the bar. 

"Come for me," she heard him say. The light exploded. She tightened her legs around him. As her heartbeat slowed, she opened her eyes to find him grinning at her.

*****

Beth was followed John into the labyrinth. Torches illuminated the path before them. Twisting and turning, they went deeper into the maze. They hadn't met anyone else for a while when he stopped. He escorted her to stone bench. Gingerly she sat down, with him kneeling in front of her.

Leaning over, he kissed her softly. The tip of his tongue lightly brushed over her parted lips. She grabbed him by the front of his shirt and deepened the kiss. They separated because of lack of air.

"I wanted to go slow," he said.

"I don't," she said as she stood. She grinned mischievously while she lowered the zipper of her gold dress. It slid down her body to pool at her feet. She stepped out of it, wearing nothing except her mask, garter and stockings.

He stared at her standing above him. He skimmed his hands up her legs, around to her ass. He pulled her forward, his nose just touching her pubic hair. Parting her legs slightly, he blew lightly. She widened her stance to give him easier admittance. One finger barely brushed the outer lips. On the next pass, she sensed a slight pressure sliding against her clit before it dipped into her pussy. She moaned as he continued to tease her. 

Two things happened at once; his finger entered her as his tongue skated across her. She clutched at his shoulders. A rhythm was created. Soon a second digit joined the first. He tilted her hips toward him, giving him better access. He closed his lips over her clit and sucked. Her knees gave out and her head rolled back. She threaded her fingers through his dark hair.

"John," she whimpered. His response was a nibble. A soft moan escaped her lips as she stiffened. He removed his drenched fingers and kissed his way up her body.

*****

Vin slowly withdrew from Nicki. He let go of her wrists and turned her around. He placed her hands on the bar. She heard something tear and a muffled curse before he rejoined her.

"Hang on."

He thrust into her, sending her into another orgasm. Her nails dug into the wood. He bit the back of her neck, soothing it with his tongue. He grabbed her hips and drove deeper. She heard him whisper something in her ear, but couldn't make out the words. He growled low in his throat, the tempo intensifying. Her mouth opened in a soundly cry as she tightened around him. He plunged into her once more and groaned.

He pulled gradually out of her. Sitting on a stool, she watched as he cleaned up. Stepping between her legs, he ran a thumb over her bottom lip. She bit it gently before sucking it into her mouth. She swirled her tongue around it, making him moan. 

"I have plans for that mouth. Come back to my hotel with me."

"Gimme five minutes." She quickly dressed. "Mardi Gras's looking better every minute," she said as she locked the door. He looked at her with a puzzled look. She shook her head. Together they headed toward the river. 

*****

"Should we interrupt them?" Amy whispered over her shoulder.

"And get killed? I don't think so," Orlando said into her ear. He ran his tongue along its edge, causing her to giggle. She slapped at him.

"Stop that."

"Don't you have a large bed at your house?"

"You know I do."

"Why don't we go fill it." He took her hand and escorted her away. She glanced back over her shoulder and smiled.

Beth was straddling John, who had his back to the bench. His hands were on her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh. Her head was thrown back. Small whimpers echoed in the back of her throat. She rose up on her knees and came down hard. He groaned, his face dropping into her cleavage. 

"Oh God," she moaned as shutters racked her body. He tensed up when he came, his teeth grinding together.

John slowly raised his head, trailing kisses along her collarbone and up her neck to her lips. "We should get out of here before we get arrested for indecent exposure."

"Private property and I know the owners." She grinned and slowly ground her hips against his. "Ready for round two?"

He sat there for a moment before he started to laugh.

*****

"Hey, Alyssa, have you seen Beth or Nicki this weekend?" Thianna cut a piece of King Cake and checked under it.

"I last saw Nicki on Friday night. Vin Diesel walked in right after I left."

Thi choked on the cake. "What?" she said when she caught her breath.

"Vin Diesel. You know, the hunk from Pitch Black."

"I know who you're talking about. Are you sure?"

"Yep."

"And Beth?"

"Beth is upstairs in her bed. Not alone," Amy said as she strolled into the kitchen. 

"Who's she with?"

"Johnny Depp." She grabbed the bowl of grapes and headed back upstairs. 

"Two guesses who's she's with," Alyssa said.

"Does the first one count?" Thi picked up the rest of the cake. "Damn it."

Alyssa smiled. "I got the baby this morning. Good luck's comin' to me."



Bru's Girls Ch. 03



"Hey, Lyssa. Nice hair cut."

Alyssa looked up. A big smile lit up her face. "Orly!" She ran around the bar and threw her arms around his neck. "I'm so glad to see you."

"Why?"

"Amy's been in a funk lately. Maybe you're what she needs." She slipped her arm through his. He led her over to the table his friends where sitting at. She stopped a few feet away. "You really know how to intimidate someone."

"What?" He grinned. "Dominic Monaghan, Sean Bean, Elijah Wood, Billy Boyd, Craig Parker, this is Alyssa. Need anything, let her know. Where's Amy?" he asked.

"In the office. First door on the right." She turned her attention to his friends. "What can I get ya?"

"How bout your number," Dom said with a smile. The others laughed and placed their orders.

"How bout not." She left, returning with a round of beers. "Just yell if you need anything else?"

They watched her walk away. "Now I know why he insisted on us coming to New Orleans," Elijah said.

*****

Amy threw the pen down in disgust. The numbers on the forms seemed to rum together. She glanced at the box sitting on the edge of the desk.

"Oh for Christ's sake," she muttered. She stood, grabbed the box and headed toward the door. A knock stopped her. Opening a filing cabinet drawer, she tucked the box out of sight and swung open the door.

Orlando stood on the other side. "Surprise."

"Oh thank God," she said as she moved into his arms. "I thought I was going to have to bitch at someone."

"That bad?" He closed the door, shutting out the bar sounds.

"Worse."

*****

Thianna looked over her shoulder at the table of guys Alyssa was waiting on. When she noticed one staring at her, she turned back to the bar.

"Ooh. They're cute," Beth said as she placed drinks on Thi's tray. "You know one's staring at you."

"Yes, I do. And your point is?" She left to attend her tables. Stopping by the office, she knocked on the door. "Amy, you're needed at the bar." She opened the door slowly. Amy and Orlando were straightening clothing. He kissed her on the forehead before returning to his friends. They watched him walk away.

"Damn," Thi said. "Is it as tight as it looks?"

"Yep."

"And his . . .?"

"Oh yeah."

*****

"It's the bartender, isn't it?" Billy asked. "Nice." He leaned out to see Amy better.

"Bloom, who's the redhead?" Sean asked.

"Mandy, I think. You interested, Bean?" He looked over at Orlando and winked.

"Who's Alyssa?" Dom asked. He looked around for her.

"She's Amy's sister."

Sean got up and walked to the bar. He watched Amy as she made her way to him. "So you're the reason we're here."

She glanced up at him. "Sorry?"

"When Dom and Billy made noises for a vacation, Bloom insisted that we come here. Now I see why. Very nice." He saluted her with his bottle.

Blushing she placed another in front him. "Thank you, Mr. Bean."

"Sean, please. Is your friend single?" He drained his beer in one sip.

"Which one?"

"Mandy." 

"Yes." She cocked her head to the side, her braid falling over her shoulder. "Would you like to meet her?"

"Possibly."

"You'll get a chance." She nodded to someone behind him. "Here she comes."

"I am so ready to go home." Mandy slipped into the chair beside Sean and pulled out her tickets.

"Mandy, have you met any of Orlando's friends?" She shook her head. "Sean Bean, Amanda Jones." 

Amy slipped to the other end of the bar where Beth and Thi were. They watched the couple for a minute.

"So who's that?" Beth asked. She loaded up Thi's tray again.

"Sean Bean."

"Who?"

"The guy that played Boromir in Lord of the Rings."

"Oh." She stared at him. "He looks better clean shaven." Amy and Thi nodded in agreement.

"Hey, Amy. I think my eyes are playing tricks on me. Do you recognize the guy in the corner?" Thi asked. 

Amy looked at whom she was talking about. "The one peeling the paper off the bottle?" She looked closer. Her eyes widened. "Holy shit."

"What?" Thi and Beth leaned in closer.

"I think it's him."

"Who?" Thi growled in frustration.

"Matthew McCaunaghey."

"Holy shit."

*****

"Did you get her number?" Billy asked when Sean returned.

"She agreed to a drink."

"At least you're getting something," Dom said glumly. "All she does is smile and drop off drinks. She's . . ."

"She's coming back," Billy said.

Alyssa held up a camera. "I'm goin' round taking pictures. Everyone scoot close." The bulb flashed. "Perfect. I'll be back with some more beer."

"See what I mean," Dom said as she left. "Smiles and drops off drinks."

"And takes pictures." Billy ducked when Dom threw a French fry at him.

*****

"Where'd your friends go?"

Dom looked up. Alyssa placed a fresh beer on the table. He shrugged. "Out painting the town. I didn't realize how many people were in New Orleans."

"There's not really. It's the first weekend of Jazz Fest." He gave her a blank look. "The Jazz and Heritage Festival. It's two weeks and weekends out of every year. Lots of food, art and music."

"Are you going?"

"Tomorrow. Crosby, Stills and Nash are playing." She tilted her head to the side. "You wanna join me?"

He sat back. "You've been blowing me off all night, now you're asking me out?"

"Just to listen to some music, silly. Not a date." She spun around and walked away.

*****

Thi nervously wiped her hands on her apron as she approached the corner table. "Is there anything else I can get for you?"

Matt smiled at her. "Not right now, thanks."

She turned and scurried back to the bar. Amy was looking at her. "What?"

"Pussy. Why didn't you stay and talk to him?"

"About what, may I ask?"

"Anything. Invite him the Jazz Fest. We're all going. Go ask."

Beth placed a shot glass full of bourbon in front of Thi. "Here. Liquid courage."

Thi pinched her nose and tossed it back. She shuttered. "Eww."

Matt watched the girls talking. The brunette behind the bar was waving in his direction. He took a sip of beer, his eyes traveling down his waitress's legs. He turned his head sideways. The shorts seemed to inch up. Soon they, along with the rest of her, were walking his way. A blush tinted her tanned cheeks.

"Do you mind if I sit?" He motioned to the chair. "Thanks. We were wondering if you're free tomorrow."

"We?"

She gestured at the bar. "My friends and I. We're going to the Jazz Fest tomorrow and we were wondering if you would like to come with us."

"We or you?"

Her blush deepened. "Me."

"Since you asked so nicely, sure." He finished off his beer. "When do you get off?"

"Whenever."

"How bout joining me for a drink?"

She stood. "Give me ten minutes."

They were waiting for her at the bar. "So?" 

Thi fanned her face, sure that she was about to melt. "I'm gonna join him for a drink, so I need to get off."

"Fine," Amy said, a large smile on her face.

*****

"Complex," Thi said. She finished her third drink. "I love Amy. She's my best friend and I want her to have everything. But she's pushy. And a little motherly." She held up her thumb and forefinger about an inch apart. She squinted at Matt.

"What about the guy she's with now?" Matt laid back and propped up on his elbows. They were in Thi's backyard on a blanket. He had his shirt unbuttoned.

"Orly? He's a really good guy. Cute. Has a great ass." She patted his leg. "Yours is better," she said absently. "They met a couple of months ago. I have no idea where their relationship is headed."

"Why do you say that?"

She opened another wine cooler. "Because he's an actor."

"So am I. Does that make me a bad person?"

"No." She waved a hand, as if dismissing what he said. She turned to him. "I don't want her to get hurt. A little fling isn't so terrible, but I think Amy's letting her feelings get involved."

"Is that bad?"

"No." She let out a sigh. "I just don't want her to get hurt." She stood and stretched.

"She's a big girl. I'm sure she can take care of herself." He was quiet for a moment. "Orly would be...?"

"Orlando Bloom. Didn't you notice that most of the cast of Lord of the Ring were sitting on the other side of the bar?" Suddenly she started stripping.

Matt sat up in shock. "What are you doin'?" he asked as her shirt went flying.

"Taking off my clothes." She stepped out of her shorts.

"Why?"

"Because," she began as she knelt beside him. "I'm tired of talking." She leaned forward, placing her hands on either side of his hips. She kissed him softly.

"Darlin'," he said as she moved back. "If you're gonna kiss a man, kiss him." He grabbed her head and pulled her closer. He captured her lips in a deep kiss. He lay back on the ground, taking her with him. He rolled them over until he was half on top of her. He broke the kiss. 

Thi kept her eyes closed. She shivered as he slowly removed her bra straps. He unhooked the front clasp and let her bra hang open. A humid breeze ran across the lawn and over their bodies. Goosebumps broke out on her arms. Lazily he skimmed his fingers across her breasts, teasing her nipples. She giggled as he glided down her ribs. He fingered the lace on her panties.

She cracked open her eyes when she felt the heat of his body disappear. He was propped up on one arm, staring at her. He moved between her legs and grabbed the edge of her panties. She raised her hips as he tugged. The piece of clothing went flying over his shoulder. She watched as he slowly unbuttoned his jeans. Her mouth went dry when his erection sprung free.

He took his time unrolling the condom. He covered her body with his. He gradually slid inside her. Her leg hooked over his waist. He propped himself on his elbows, keeping his weight off of her. He slowly withdrew. She grabbed his hips and pulled him forward. She locked her ankles behind his back. He withdrew then rammed forward. Her nails sank deeper as he plunged into her. He felt her breath on his neck. He increased the tempo, going deeper and harder. She thrust her hips up, matching the speed.

*****

"Good Lord, they're gonna catch the lawn on fire."

"Beth, quit watching." Nicki said as she started down the hall to her room.

"I didn't know Thi could bend like that."

Nicki stopped and peeked outside. "Wow. Neither did I. She's gonna wake the neighbors."

"They're probably taping it." Beth's eyes lit up.

"She'll kill you," Nicki said, reading her thoughts. "Go get the camera."

*****

"So they left you to clean up." Dom was propped up on the bar, watching Alyssa work. "God, you're sexy."

"How many have you had tonight?"

He peered into the bottle in his hand. "I lost count."

"Uh-huh. And you were thinking of doing what with me?" She shut the register.

"Anything and everything in all the positions I know." His lids slid half closed as she sauntered over to him. She put her crossed arms on the bar and leaned forward.

"Can you even get it up?" she asked breathily.

He closed the distance between them. "Why don't you come find out."

"That's very tempting." She reached out and ran her thumb across his bottom lip. He bit the tip.

"I hear a but in there."

She shrugged. "There's a definite maybe."

He sighed. "All right. I'll walk you home. Orly's probably there anyway."

*****

Amy took a sip of coffee. She was staring outside. "Why is there clothes all over the backyard?" Nicki and Beth snickered behind her. She turned around. "What is it?" Beth handed her the camcorder and pressed play. "Oh." She tilted her head. "How in the hell did they get in that position?" She handed the camera back to Beth. "Never mind. I don't want to know."

*****

Something was tickling his nose. Dom brushed it away. It came back. He grabbed it and cracked open an eye. Alyssa was sitting on the coffee table, smiling at him. In his hand was a cat's toy, a long stick with a feather on the end.

He propped up on his elbow. "What are you doing?"

"Waking you up." She moved to the edge of the couch.

"I can think of a few other ways you could've done that."

"I'm not an exhibitionist."

Hearing a snort, they look up. Orlando was standing at the bottom of the stairs. Alyssa blushed. He continued on to the kitchen.

"What was that about?"

"Nothing." She stood and tugged at his hand. "Come on we're about to head to the racetrack."

"What type of race are we going to see?" He sat up and stretched.

"That's where the Jazz Fest is at."

Nicki appeared at the door. "Let's go. Daylight's wastin'." 

*****

Night had fallen. They had returned home after watching Crosby, Stills and Nash. Everyone was at the Brouchard house with Matt manning the bar-b-q. Dom and Alyssa sat apart from the others.

"What would you do if I kissed you?" he asked. 

She choked on a sip of daiquiri. "I don't know," she said when she recovered. She turned to face him. "I guess you would have to kiss me to find out."

His mouth tilted up in a smile. "I guess I will." He moved closer until their legs were touching. He caressed her cheek before leaning over. He brushed his lips across hers. Alyssa parted her lips. Dom took advantage to deepen the kiss. Gradually they parted.

"Can we go inside now?" he asked. Standing she took his hand and led him inside. They passed thru the kitchen and living room to make their way upstairs. 

He closed her bedroom door and pulled her up against him. She tangled her fingers thru his hair and pulled his head down until their lips met. Reaching between them, he slid the zipper down on her shorts. He pushed them over her hips, letting gravity pull them down. He broke the kiss and looked down at her. 

"You have been driving me crazy all day," he said. He grabbed the edge of her tank top and pulled it over her head, leaving her in just her panties. Slowly he backed her to the bed. He knelt in front of her. As he captured her gaze, he leisurely began to drag her panties down her legs. At her bellybutton he tongued her navel ring, tugging on it gently. He dipped his tongue into the shallow navel before continuing down. He placed a series of kisses above her pubic hair. "Sit."

She sat on the edge of the bed with him between her legs. He reached out and traced a finger over her bottom lip, down her neck, across her chest. He kept his eyes on her face as he lazily circled her nipple. He began kissing her neck. She giggled.

"Dom, as much as I like this attention," she giggled again when his fingers skimmed down her ribs. She grabbed his head to stop his nibbling. "I'd rather you just fuck me."

A smile played across his lips. "My pleasure." He quickly shed his pants and slipped on a condom. He fell to his knees, sliding her off of the bed until she was sitting astride him. He positioned himself at her entrance. He slowly slid into her, closing his eyes as heat surrounded him. It felt as if he had entered an inferno. She constricted around him, her muscles milking him. 

She opened her eyes halfway and gazed at him. His lips captured hers as he surged up, filling her completely. He pumped into her leisurely. He released her mouth. His teeth scraped her neck, driving her higher. His fingers tightened on her hips. Little mewing noises escaped her throat. She bit her lip to muffle her scream. Her whole body went taunt. He continued to move as her orgasm subsided. 

She sat up and wiped stray strands of hair out of her face. She pushed on his chest until he was sitting on the floor. She slid off the bed. She kissed him, forcing him to lie down. 

Alyssa straddled his hips. Guiding him into her, she sat down. She shifted her hips forward, causing him to moan. A corner of her mouth tilted up in a smile. She moved her hips again.

"Lyssa, please," he groaned. His nails dug into her hips.

"Beg some more," she said. She set a slow pace, teasing him. He bucked his hips up. She leaned forward till she was lying on top of him. She tongued his ear. "Beg."

He tugged on her hips, trying to get her to increase the pace. She kept the slow rhythm. He gave up. "Bloody hell. Please, Lyssa."

"Please what?"

"Faster. More. I don't care, just make me come." She lifted her body until he nearly fell out. She sat down, hard. They groaned in unison. 

Dom rolled them over until he was on top. He opened her legs wider and began to pound into her. Her moans got louder. She screamed when she came. He growled as he exploded in her. 

He rolled off of her. They lay on the floor, side by side, catching their breath. Dom propped up on his elbow. Alyssa cracked an eye open when she felt his mouth close over her breast. He smiled up at her, her nipple between his teeth. He swirled his tongue around it. Releasing her, he straddled her stomach and penned down her arms. "I think it's your turn to beg."

Billy looked up at the house. "She sure does have a set of lungs on her."

*****

Amy poured herself another cup of coffee. Blowing to cool it off, she looked up to see Thi standing in the doorway. "What are you doing down here? You have a gorgeous guy in your bed."

Thi walked in. "So do you." She grabbed the bowl of grapes out of the fridge. "Sustenance."

Amy smiled after her. The smile slipped from her face as she pulled a stick out of her pocket. She looked at it again to make sure she was right. "Damn," she whispered. She headed back upstairs. She quietly opened her door.

Orlando opened his eyes and stretched. "I thought I was going to have to come find you." He sat up. The cover slipped down to lay in his lap, exposing his tattoo.

She handed him the cup of coffee before stripping. "I was messing with Elijah on the couch."

"Where's Craig and Billy?" He took a sip. "What's in this?"

"Milk and sugar. Billy's with Beth and Craig's with Nicki. Or it's the other way around." She shrugged. "I just heard moans and beds squeaking and a few 'Oh God's." She crawled into bed next to him.

He set down the cup and wrapped his arms around her. "Why don't we make some noises of our own?"



Bru's Girls Ch. 04



"I think I died and went to heaven, cause you have to be an angel."

Amy looked up from her book. "Fallen angel, actually."

"Welcome to Earth. I'm Ryan." He held out his hand.

"Reynolds?" she asked as she shook his hand.

He pulled down his shades. "Guilty. Shh." He sat next to her. "So, what are you doing on this fine N'Awlins day?"

"About to go to work." She put her book in her bag and stood.

"How bout later?"

"I'm off at eight." She held out her hand. "Let me see your map."

"What makes you think I have one?" She just looked at him. "Okay."

"One-Eyed Jack is a great place." She marked off its location on the map.

"Is that where you work?"

"No. I'll meet you there at nine. Is that okay?"

"Fine. No name?" he asked, giving her a puppy dog look.

She smiled. "Amy." She turned and started to walk away.

"No last name?" he called after her.

"Nope," she said over her shoulder.

*****

"Quit pouting," Thianna said as she nudged Beth. They were setting up for happy hour.

"I was number twelve. Just one more number and I would be backstage with Toby Keith."

"You wouldn't have been able to win anything else from the station. When's the concert?"

"Tomorrow night. It's been sold out for months now." She laid her head on the bar. "This sucks."

"I'd rather you pout than whine."

"Amy, Beth's pouting," Thi whined. She plopped into a chair in front of the desk.

"And I'm supposed to do what? Pull Toby Keith tickets out of my ass?" She didn't look up from her paperwork.

"It's depressing the customers. Don't your family have connections?"

Amy looked up. "You make it sound like we're part of the Mafia."

"Aren't you?" She smiled as she stood and walked out the office.

She picked up the phone and dialed a number. "Hey, Boom, it's Amy. I need a favor. I have a depressed waitress here who wants to see Toby Keith."

"Do you want me to get Amy?" Thi threatened.

"She's gone. Has a date." Beth moped.

"Wit who?"

"Don't know, don't care." She noticed an envelope lying on the bar. Picking it up, she noticed it had her name on it. "Thi, what's this?"

"I don't know. Open it."

She did. Several item fell out. "OhmyGod. A backstage pass and ticket to see Toby Keith. Did you do this?"

"With what power? I don't have that kinda clout."

"I do."

They both looked up. Beth nearly screamed. Thi smiled and walked away.

"Who's Beth talking to?" Asher asked.

"Toby Keith." Thi checked her watch. "They've been talking for over an hour. Oh. Looks like they're leaving."

Beth turned and wiggled her fingers in farewell.

*****

Ryan entered One-Eyed Jack and looked around. His fallen angel wasn't to be seen. He strolled up to the bar. After receiving his beer, he glanced around again. Something caught his eye and he looked up. There she stood. She was leaning on the banister of the balcony, her hair falling over her shoulders. She smiled and waved. He saluted her with his bottle. Holding up a finger, she turned and disappeared from view.

He scanned the bar again, waiting. He caught a movement out of the corner of his eyes. Someone was descending the stairs in the back. Skin-tight hip-hugging jeans were in view, soon followed by a generous amount of skin. A deep burgundy crop top, bearing her shoulders, covered full breasts. He choked on his beer when he realized it was Amy. She sauntered toward him, a small smile on her lips. When she reached him, she placed a kiss on his cheek.

"I'm glad you found Jack's." She leaned against the bar. He turned to face her.

"I came after you left. Aren't you hot?" Her shirt had long sleeves.

"Not really. Here, feel. It's made out of muslin. Very thin and light weight."

The bartender came up to them. "Hey, Amy. Where you at?"

"Hey, Jake. I just want a banana daiquiri."

"You got it."

"Where you at?" Ryan asked.

"It means how you doin' in normal talk."

"Hm. Are you wearing a bra?"

She grinned. "Staring at my tits, Mr. Reynolds? No, I'm not. You can't in this type of shirt."

"I can tell." He shifted a little closer to her. As he lifted his bottle to his mouth, he grazed the back of his hand against her breast.

*****

"Is this your place?" Toby asked. He and Beth had walked a few blocks when she stopped and pulled out a key.

"It's my brother's. He's over in Italy right now." She led the way up the stairs. She stopped in front of the first door she came to. "I come here if I need a break from my roommates." She flipped on the lights to show a small apartment. "Would you like a beer?"

"Sure," he said as he began to walk around the flat.

Beth entered the kitchen, heading to the fridge. She leaned against the counter and began to fan herself. She tried to slow her heartbeat by taking deep breaths. When she had calmed down, somewhat, she got two beers out. Music wafted in from the living area. Exiting the kitchen, she found Toby in front of the entertainment center. He was holding a picture in his hands.

"Is this you?" he asked.

She grimaced when she saw which picture he had. "Yeah. I was a bean sprout with boobs at twelve." She handed him his beer and took the picture. She turned to find him staring at said boobs. She began to blush.

"I'm glad to see the rest of your body caught up."

"Yeah, well." She was at loss for words.

"Wanna dance?" he asked.

"I'm not very good."

"Come on. Everybody can two-step." He pulled her into his arms.

"Ooh." She tried to get closer to him. "You forgot your beer."

He chuckled. "Sorry." He took her bottle and set them both down. "Let's try that again." 

After a few turns, the two-step became a slow dance. He leaned down and placed a soft kiss on her lips. His moustache tickled her nose. She stood there, stunned. He repeated the action, lingering. She cupped his head, keeping him where he was. The kiss deepened.

Beth felt the solid wall at her back. She locked her hands behind his neck. Toby let his hands roam. One hand cupped her ass while he palmed a breast with the other. His thumb grazed her nipple through her bra and shirt. Slowly he tugged her shirt out of her shorts. He slipped his hand underneath. He skimmed over her ribs, up back to her breast. She squirmed impatiently. 

Breaking the kiss, she gestured to the back of the apartment. "The bedroom is that way." She sucked in a breath as he nibbled on her earlobe. "It's that way," she repeated breathlessly.

"Hm." His beard scrapped along her neck. His lips followed. He raised up and looked at her. Her eyes were closed; her breathing labored. He smiled as he removed her shirt. "Which way?" She limply pointed.

Taking her hand, he led her farther into the apartment. The door stood open, making it easy to find. Flipping on the light, his smile widened. A large four-poster bed stood in the middle of the room. He twirled her around until she fell on the bed. Absently she slipped off her shoes.

Through half-lidded eyes, she watched him watching her. She reached down and undid her shorts. Raising up, she slipped them off, leaving her in bra and panties. He grabbed his shirt and pulled it off, flinging it to the side. After toeing off his shoes, he reached for his belt. He paused and motioned for her to scoot farther up on the bed. She did, moving all the way until she hit the headboard. Slowly, he unbuttoned his jeans. A mischievous smile flirted across his lips. She felt her pulse jump at that smile. The zipper inched down, tooth by tooth. He pushed his jeans down and kicked them off.

Toby grabbed her ankles and pulled her until she was in the middle of the bed. He climbed up until he covered her with his entire length. He too soon moved back with a pillow. He sat on his knees between her legs. He tapped her hips. "Up."

Beth raised up so he could place the pillow under her hips. He pulled her panties down, his nails lightly raking down her thighs. She lowered her hips. He threw the underwear over his shoulder before sliding back down the bed. She couldn't see him, but could feel his breath on the inside of her thighs. She lay there, her entire body shivering in anticipation.

He watched her for an instant before licking bottom to top. His tongue delved inside on the way up. He closed his eyes as the taste of her filled his mouth. He put his hands under her hips and raised her up higher. He licked again, keeping his tongue in longer. Her muscles contracted around him. Her legs trembled. He removed his tongue and sucked. She hissed in a breath. He moved further up, finding her clit. She gasped as he circled it before settling his mouth above it. 

"Oh God," she moaned as he rolled her clit with his tongue. Her breathing became erratic. She started to tense up when the climax began. His teeth scraped her clit, sending her over the edge. A small cry escaped before her breath hitched. She trembled with aftershocks.

*****

"What do you do for a living?" Ryan asked as he set up his shot. He wasn't doing very well. He was on his third beer to her one daiquiri. And he couldn't he keep his eyes off of her. He hit the ball, then cursed as the eleven ball went into the hole. 

"I'm a photographer. Weddings, portraits, that sort of thing." She hit the cue ball and smiled.

"Any other types of pictures?"

"Like what?" She pocketed another ball. Two more and she wins, again.

He leaned in close as he passed by. "Nude," he said quietly. She scratched.

"Maybe." She propped up on the table. "Would it be me or you?"

He missed the ball. "Uh, me."

"I can do." She sunk her last ball, then turned her attention to the eight ball. "It would have to be at your place. I got nosy roommates."

"Okay." He took a long sip of beer. He watched her put her pool stick on the table. "What? Now?"

"Sure. We just have to run by my house to get my equipment." She started toward the stairs.

"Okay," he said to himself. He finished his beer and followed.

They walked in silence down the streets of the Quarter. "Tell me about your roommates," he said. He liked the cadence of her accent.

"Alyssa is my younger sister. She's in school to be a stylist. Nicki is currently taking accounting classes. Thi is going to be a teacher. And Beth is taking real estate classes."

"And that's it. What about you?"

"What about me? I'm a photographer. My older sister's a wedding planner. I get a lot of work thrown my way. Thank God."

"So you're the middle child."

"Kinda. Besides Alyssa, I have two other sisters and five brothers."

"Good Lord. Nine kids? How did your parents keep their sanity?"

"They didn't." She shrugged. "Hey, we're Cajun and Catholic. We weren't born sane." They turned down her street. A light burned in the living room window. "I think Alyssa and Nicki are home. You can come in if you want."

Nicki turned when she heard the door open. "Hey," she said when she saw Amy. "You're home early." Then she saw Ryan.

"I need to get my cameras. Nicki, Ryan. Ryan, Nicki. Where's Alyssa?"

"On the phone with Dom. From the sounds, it's heated."

Amy dashed up the stairs and went straight to the bathroom. She quickly closed the door before falling in front of the toilet. All the daiquiri she drank came right back up. She flushed the toilet and leaned back with her eyes closed. She will not let this spoil her night. Standing she quickly brushed her teeth and splashed her face. She grabbed her camera bag from her room and headed back downstairs.

"I'm ready."

A frown marred his brow. "Are you okay? You look pale."

She waved away his concern. "The daiquiri didn't agree with me. I'm okay. Later, Nick."

Before she started down the steps, Ryan grabbed her arm, bringing her up against him. She looked up at him. He tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "Are you sure? Nothing will happen if you're not up to it."

She laid a hand on his chest. "I'm fine. Really." She left him standing on the porch. 

*****

Beth slowly rock her hips. She raised up on her knees, then sat back down. Toby rested his hands on her hips, letting her set the pace. His fingers tightened as her muscles squeezed him.

"You're torturing me," he groaned.

"Good." She kept the slow tempo.

"Jesus," he muttered. He surged up, causing her to moan. 

Her pace quickened. She put her hands on his chest. Absently her nails dug into his skin. He pistoned up into her. Her legs tightened on his hips. She leaned forward, her climax causing her to tremble.

He rolled them over until he was on top. He put a hand on her shoulder as he pumped into her. Sweat beaded on his forehead and he gritted his teeth. Another orgasm shuttered through her. He pushed forward again and exploded.

*****

"You're staying here?" Amy asked as they stopped in front of an old house five blocks from the Quarter.

"Yep. I don't like hotels." Ryan unlocked the door and led her inside.

"Here?"

"Is there something wrong with it? Is it haunted?"

"Every house in New Orleans is haunted." She turned in a circle, taking in the house. "It's beautiful." She set her bag down. "Where do you want to start?" She stood with a camera in her hand.

"Very professional." He traced her shoulder with a finger.

"Mr. Reynolds, would you like to start out in the living room?" She motioned the room behind him.

"Fine," he huffed. He turned and entered the room, flipping on the lights. He plopped down on the couch. He crossed his arms over his chest and pouted.

She smiled. "That's a good one." She snapped his picture. "Now, loose the pout and uncross your arms. Just rest your hands by your side." She looked through the viewfinder. "You look too pretty." She walked over to him and ruffled his hair. He closed his eyes at her touch. "Yeah. Now open your eyes. Okay." After snapping the pictures, she turned to get her other camera. It was more of her trying to calm herself. The look he gave her could have burnt up the film. "I need you to sit forward, with your elbows on your knees. Look down, now up." 

"Come here," he said. She walked over to him. When she was an arm length away, he grabbed her belt loop and pulled her closer. He rested his head on her stomach. He moved his head, his beard stubble scraping against her skin. She shivered. He placed a kiss on the side of her navel. His tongue dipped into her navel. He pulled her closer. Taking her camera, he set it on the floor. She straddled his hips.

He reached up and tangled his fingers in her hair. He lowered her head to him. His lips plucked at hers. He brushed his lips over hers before kissing her. She shifted herself on his lap, positioning herself better. She ground her hips against his. Her breasts pressed against his chest. With his hands on her hips, he surged his hips upwards.

"What about the pictures?" she asked when his lips left hers. 

"Later," he growled against her throat. He sucked on the spot where her neck and shoulder met. She made a little mewing sound at the sensation. He cupped her breast through her shirt. She jumped when he grazed her nipple with his thumb. He rolled it between his fingers, causing her to moan. Shifting their positions, he laid her on the couch next to him. Still teasing her nipple, he took its twin into his mouth.

Amy felt as if she'd been shocked. The feel of his mouth on her sensitive nipple made her moan. She felt the heat leave, then a cool breeze. Her nipple tightened to the point of pain. She moaned again. He turned his attention to the other breast, giving it the same treatment. Her hips bucked against him.

Ryan brushed his lips down her stomach, past her navel, to the top of her pants. He stopped and sat up. Reaching down, he picked up her camera. He stood over her and snapped a pictured. "I want a copy of that one. Hold that." He placed the camera on her stomach and picked her up. Turning he started up the stairs. He set her down near the bed. "Now, Miss Amy, we can finish the pictures."

She stared at him blankly. He had her nearly coming just by sucking on her nipples and he wanted to finish the shoot? She glanced down and saw his erection straining against his jeans. "Alright. You actors are weird."

He turned on the light. "Just keep taking pictures. You might wanna back up some more."

She brought the camera up and did as he said. She took several steps back until the back of her knees hit the bed. He closed the door and leaned back against it for a moment. He pushed off of it and started walking towards her real slow. His hands came up to begin unbuttoning his shirt. He shrugged it off and reached for the hem of his tank top. He didn't stop looking at her. When he became fuzzy, she lowered the camera. "Now what? You ran out of room."

He kicked off his shoes and peeled off his socks. "Same as before. Keep shooting." He walked back to the door. He took a deep breath before turning around. He was actually nervous. He noticed his angel was ready. He sauntered towards her. He unbuckled his belt and pulled it from the loops. Next came the button and the zipper. He stopped and pushed his jeans over his hips, down his legs. He heard her intake of breath when he stood back up. Stepping out of the jeans, he continued to her. Taking her camera from her, he said, "Your turn."

She sat on the bed and lifted her leg. She pulled her pants leg up to reveal boots that came up to her mid-calf. She slowly lowered the zipper and pulled it off. She repeated the process with the other boot. Standing she unbuttoned her jeans. She started to move them down her hips, then turned her back, showing off her tattoo. Keeping her legs straight, she pushed her pants down to her ankles. He cleared his throat when she stood back up. Facing him again, she stopped. "I'm gonna be out of film soon."

"You still have your shirt on."

She huffed and pulled her arms out of the sleeves. She stuck out her bottom lip in a pout. She slowly lowered her top, freeing her breasts. She continued down her stomach and over her hips until it pooled at her feet. 

He took one more picture. He set the camera down before dropping it. Quickly he closed the distance between them. He sealed his lips to hers in a hungry kiss. He pulled on her thong in the back with both hands. The straps finally ripped apart. Grabbing her ass, he lifted her and laid her on the bed. She scooted back until he stopped her. He lay beside her, kissing and caressing her.

Feeling his hand between her legs, she opened them wider, allowing him access to her pussy. He slipped in one finger, then two. She whimpered. As his fingers slid in and out, the palm of his hand rubbed her clit. Adding to the sensation, he sucked and nibbled on her breasts. His stubble scratched her sensitive skin.

"Ah, Jesus," Amy whispered. Her body began to tense up as her orgasm neared. Then he stopped. She opened her eyes to find him quickly shedding his briefs.

Ryan covered her with his body. She lifted her legs as he guided his dick into her. She bit her lip. He groaned, feeling her muscles tighten and contract around him. When he was in to the hilt, he stayed there for a moment. Propping his weight up on his elbows, he watched her. Her head was thrown back, her breath coming out in little gasps. He began to move. Her legs positioned themselves on his hips, making him go deeper. He felt his dick hit her cervix.

"Harder," she gasped. He pistoned himself in and out of her body. She gasped at each thrust. Soon she cried out, stiffening as she came. He closed his eyes and slowed down. She groaned when he pulled out of her. He rolled her over onto her stomach and lifted her hips in the air. He entered her again. 

"Look," he said and tapped her left shoulder. She looked to the side he indicated and moaned. There they were. She was on her knees with her head on the bed. He was behind her, fucking her. His thrusts got faster and harder. She was coming again when he slapped her ass. "Watch." He pulled out as he started to come. It landed all over her; inside her thighs, her ass and pussy.




Bru's Girls Ch. 04



*****

Amy laughed at Ryan. They were in his kitchen eating Chinese. She picked up her phone when it began to ring. The smile left her face. She didn't answer it.

"Boyfriend?" he asked, watching her.

"Lover."

"Ah." His phone began to ring.

"Girlfriend?"

"Yep."

*****

"So, what's he like?" Thi asked as she set a plate of toast on the table.

"Very nice," Beth answered. She received a round of groans. "No, really. We went to Jesse's apartment and talked and danced."

"And had hot, sweaty sex," Nicki added.

"That too. The concert was great."

"How many times?" Amy asked.

"Twelve."

Alyssa choked. "In one day?"

"No, goose. Over the whole weekend. Twelve times in one day. Seriously." Beth got up from the table. "I'd be bow-legged." She grabbed her bag and gave a wave as she left.

"So where were you this weekend?" Alyssa asked Amy.

"With a guy."

"Who?"

"None of your business." She stood and left the kitchen.

"Do you know?" She looked at Nicki and Thi. Thi shook her head.

"She took her camera bag," Nicki said. "We'll just have to wait until she develops them."



Bru's Girls Ch. 05



A scream rent the air. Beth came running down the stairs. "I won! I won!" she yelled. She found her roommates in the kitchen. "I won!"

"We hear," Nicki said crossly.

"What did you win?" Alyssa asked.

"I won four tickets to WWE's Great American Bash, PLUS spend ALL day with . . . guess." She waited for a moment. "The UNDERTAKER!!"

"Oh good God," Amy said. She turned her attention to the ledger in front of her.

"So who you gonna take?" Thi asked.

"Anybody but Amy." Beth stuck her tongue out at the brunette. "Did I mention that the tickets also come with backstage passes?"

"Oh be still my heart," Amy muttered without looking up.

"We get to meet all the wrestlers," Beth continued, ignoring Amy. "All your favs, Gigi said."

"Hmmm. A bunch of sweaty, gorgeous, well-built guys in hardly any clothing? Count me in," Nicki commented as she put her bowl in the sink.

"Meet Shawn Michaels; hell yeah, I'm going."

"Alyssa? You wanna go?"

"Sure." She looked at her sister. "Amy, do you wanna go?"

"No. You go. I've got to work that night." She closed the ledger and stood. "You guys go and have fun." She grabbed her purse and left out the back door.

Silence covered the kitchen for a moment.

"What bug is up her butt?" Beth asked.

"I think her and Orly had a fight. I don't think she's talked to him for a while and there was that guy a couple of weeks ago." Alyssa wiped off the counter.

"What guy?" Beth asked.

*****

Beth drummed her feet with impatience. She watched the clock, willing the hands to move. She jumped off the couch when she heard a motorcycle. She sighed when it passed by. Amy was coming down the stairs as she walked back to the living room.

"What's up?"

"I'm waiting for the Undertaker."

"He's coming here?"

Beth nodded. "Hey. What's with you and Orly? Lyssa said you were fighting. And who's this guy a couple of weeks ago?"

Amy sighed. "Orly and I are not fighting. He's making a movie. And the guy is nobody's business."

"Oh." A motorcycle roared in front of the house, then was silent. "Oh my God. It's him." The two of them sat there, listening for any other noise. The doorbell caused both of them to jump.

Beth stood and nervously wiped her hands on her pants. She opened the door and there he was; Mark Calloway, the Undertaker. She bit her lip to keep from screaming.

"Beth Towns?"

She felt something bump into her from behind. "Yeah," she stuttered. "I'm Beth."

"Hi, I'm Amy, one of Beth's roommates."

He turned his gaze to her. "Are you coming tonight?"

"Nah, I can't. I have to work. Have fun." She turned and left them alone.

Beth had collected herself while Amy talked. "Would you like to come in?"

He shook his head. "Have you ever been on a Harley?" She nodded. "Let's go." He retraced his steps back to the bike. She followed. He started the bike, causing the neighbor's cat to run away. She climbed on behind him. "Hold on," he called back to her as he took off down the road.

Soon they were on I-10, heading towards the bayous. He turned off the interstate and headed up River Road towards Baton Rouge. 

She watched the scenery pass by in a blur. She was sitting behind the Undertaker on his Harley. Oh My God. She tried to take calming breaths, but that was a little hard to do at the present moment. Her arms were around his waist, as if hanging on for dear life.

They slowed and turned into a deserted plantation. Stopping in front of the house, he let down the kickstand and killed the engine. Silence descended upon them. He got off the bike and stared at her, his gigantic arms crossed over his chest. She looked around, squirming under his gaze. They were completely alone. 

"Let's go."

She jumped at the sound of his voice. Getting off the bike, she followed him into the house. Boards creaked and groaned under their feet. When they reached the stairs, he motioned for her to go ahead of him. Halfway up she felt a tug on her belt loop. She froze. The stairs squeaked as he came up behind her. His hand roamed up her body. He grabbed her tits, kneading them.

"I could feel them pressing into my back," he growled into her ear. A hand cupped her crotch as he ground his erection against her ass. "Got me hard. Got you wet." He rubbed her through her pants. "You wanna get fucked, little girl?" Deftly he unsnapped her jeans and delved his hand inside. She gasped as two fingers entered her. "I think you do. Say it."

"I want you to fuck me," she said breathlessly. Her head was spinning. Her pants and underwear was soon pushed down to her ankles and her shirt was above her breasts. The cups of her bra were under her breasts, pushing them up further. 

Beth gasped as she felt his hard length slide between her legs. She was bent over at the waist. He was inside her in one thrust. She reached back and grabbed his arm with one hand while steadying herself against the stairs with the other. She couldn't keep pace with him.

Mark clutched her hips as he slammed into her. He began to slow his movement. She moaned in frustration. She forced her hips back in a silent plea. "What do you want?"

He teased her with his cock, sliding slowly in and out. "Tell me."

"Fuck me."

"I am."

"Harder," she whispered. She grunted when he hit her cervix. He kept the slow rhythm and went deep each time. She hit the stair in frustration. "Faster." He picked up the tempo. She was so close to coming. He reached around and began rubbing her clit. She saw stars behind her eyelids.

He smiled when she screamed. He could feel her juices running out of her. He moaned as her muscles tightened around him. Grunting he came inside her.

She opened her eyes to find her head on the stair step. Her ass was sticking up in the air, the Undertaker still buried inside. He slid out. Slowly she stood. He stopped her when she started to pull up her pants.

"There's a bed in the room at the top of the stairs. I want you stripped and on your back in two minutes."

*****

"Hello."

Alyssa glanced briefly over her shoulder. "Hi."

"What are you doing out here by your lonesome?"

"Waiting on friends." She continued to scan the crowd for Thi, Nicki and Beth.

"Are you Alyssa?"

She turned around. "How did you know my name?"

"Mark sent me. I'm Rob." He held out his hand. When she took it, he kissed the back of her hand. "Come on. I'll show you where to go."

"I don't know Mark, and I'm waiting on friends."

"Thi and Nicki?" She nodded. "They're already inside." She tugged on her hand. "I won't bite. Unless you ask me." He led her into the bowels of the Super Dome. "Who are you gonna root for tonight?"

"I don't actually watch wrestling. I got the ticket by default cause my sister had to work."

"Really? Who's her favorite?"

"Jeff Hardy."

"That's interesting. Where does she work?"

"At Bru's in the Quarter. We all do."

"Hm. Luke," he called out to a security guard. "This is Alyssa. She's part of the group that won off the radio." He turned to her. "I can't take you to your seat, but Luke will see you there safely." He kissed the back of her hand and walked away.

"Is he always like that?"

"Don't know. Never seen him like that." He motioned for her to follow him. Soon he led her straight to her roommates.

"Where you been?" Thi asked.

"Don't get me started," Alyssa warned.

"You're just in time. Jeff Hardy's about to come out," Nicki said.

"Hey, Beth, how was your day wit the Undertaker?"

Her answer was drowned out by Jeff Hardy's music.

*****

"My parents are ecstatic," Orlando said. 

Amy was sitting in the office, talking to him on her cell phone. "That's good. At least they'll be accepting a grandchild born out of wedlock."

"What did your parents say?" Her silence told him. "You haven't told them."

"No." She fiddled with her pen. "The girls don't even know yet. They know I've been acting strange lately."

"Are you going to?"

"Yes."

"When?"

"Soon, Orly. I promise."

Someone rapped on the door. Patience stuck her head in. "Amy, there's a customer out here that wants you."

"I've got to go back to work."

"Tell them, Amy."

"I will," she promised. Sighing she hung up. Out in the barroom, Patience pointed him out. She checked him out as she crossed the floor. Bright blue hair that hung down to his shoulders. A black t-shirt was tucked into jeans. "Hi," she said when she neared. "I'm Amy."

The guy turned. Seeing her, he smiled. "Hi, Amy. I'm Jeff."

Amy opened her eyes to find herself on the floor in the office. Jeff removed the rag from her forehead.

"You gave me quite a scare." She started to sit up. He helped her. "You okay?" She nodded.

The door opened and Asher walked in. "You scared the whole bar. Thanks for bringing her in here."

Jeff waved him off. "I usually don't have this effect on women."

"Not your fault. She didn't eat lunch, right?" Her brother gave her a pointed look.

"Right."

"Go home, Amy. I'll cover your shift." He closed the door, leaving them alone.

She drew her legs up to her chest. Putting her head on her knees, she laughed. "I fainted in front of Jeff Hardy."

"Embarrassing?"

She turned her head to the side to look at him. "Very. I've hosted several actors at my house, and I pass out because a wrestler says hi."

"It's because of our muscles." Standing he posed for her, making her laugh. He reached down to help her stand. "You want me to walk you home?"

"Sure." She gathered up her purse and phone. On the way out, several regular patrons and waitresses stopped her. She assured everyone that she was fine. Outside she started down the street. Near Jackson Square, she stopped. "Do you mind if we stop for coffee?"

"That's fine." He motioned for her to lead the way. They were soon seated at Café du Monte. "So," he began after they got beignets and coffee. "You gave your ticket to your sister."

"How'd you find out?"

"Your friends told me."

"What else did they tell you?"

"Nothing else. Oh, they did mention that your boyfriend is out of the country and you're moping."

She smiled. "They are so dead. And he's not my boyfriend."

"Really?" he asked, a little skeptical. "Prove it."

"How?"

"Come to my hotel with me."

"Okay."

*****

Alyssa cringed when the guy hit the mat. "How can you guys like this?" She felt a tap on her shoulder. She glanced up to find Luke, the security guard, there.

"Need you to come with me."

She got Nicki's attention as she got up. "I'll see you later." She followed him into the depths of the Dome. She was hopelessly lost when they stopped in front of a door. The guard knocked once before opening the door. He motioned her inside. When she crossed the threshold, he closed the door behind her.

She looked around the room. A table was set out with various food. A small refrigerator sat on the floor between the table and the wall. The next wall was taken up by a large couch. A huge mirror lined the wall opposite the door. The sound of running water filled the room.

She heard the water shut off. Soon a naked man walked into the room. A towel covered his head. He stopped half way across the room, drying his hair.

"Excuse me," she said. He stopped his actions and removed the towel.

Rob smiled at her. "Hi." Squatting down, he rummaged through his bag. "Help yourself to some food. There's plenty."

"I'm fine, thanks."

"Do you know the town pretty good?" he asked as he pulled on jeans and a t-shirt.

"Live and work in the Quarter."

"Great." He quickly put on his socks and shoes. "Let's go."

*****

"These are great," Jeff said. They were in his hotel room. He lounged on the bed, looking through her portfolio. "I might have to request you from now on."

Amy laughed. "As long as the shoot is nearby." She sat on the other bed, reading his poems.

"So, which one is your boyfriend?" 

"None of them."

"Beneficial friend, then." She smiled and joined him. She flipped a few pages. He choked. "Orlando Bloom? Damn. No wonder you're moping." 

"I am not."

"Prove it."

She cocked her head to the side. "You're all about that, huh?" Carefully she set her portfolio on the floor. She placed her hands on either side of his torso. She slowly leaned forward. Her lips met his. He ran his hand up her back. His fingers tangled in her curls as he deepened the kiss. He flipped her over onto the bed. Breaking the kiss, he skimmed his lips down her jaw line, then her neck. He unbuttoned her shirt, kissing and licking as he went. With nimble fingers, the front clasp of her bra was unhooked. He peeled back her shirt and bra to look at her.

"Nice tattoo." He tapped the ink above her left breast. "What's it mean?" His finger wandered down to her nipple.

"Um, Gemini. My birthday's in June." She gasped when he tugged on the erect bud.

"Happy birthday. Should I ask how old?" His tongue flicked the nipple.

"T-twenty-six." What was it with guys and talking during sex? She arched her back. He took her silent plea and covered her breast with his mouth. He nipped and teased the tender nub. He sucked her deep into his mouth before turning attention to the other nipple. His hand stroked from her hip to her knee then back up. He clutched her hip, pulling her closer as he sucked on her nipple, hard. He rubbed the crotch of her jeans, feeling heat and wetness.

Jeff rolled off the bed and stood. "I think it's time to loose some clothes." He discarded his shirt, closely followed by his pants. He was about the remove his boxers when he noticed she hadn't moved. "You still have your pants on."

Amy's hazel eyes broke contact with his green ones, traveling down his toned body. His erection tented the front of his boxers. Slowly she sat up, shrugging off her shirt and bra. She climbed to her knees. She tugged the zipper down on her jeans. She pushed them off her hips to her knees. Stepping out of them, she grabbed the cuffs and pulled them off and over her head. "Now we're even."

A grin played on his lips as he stepped closer to the bed. He palmed her breasts, feeling their heaviness. She bit her lip when he began to circle her nipples with his thumbs. His grin faltered as her hands slipped inside his boxers. She encircled his erection and began to glide up and down it. A clear bead of pre-cum formed in the slit on the head. She swirled her fingers over it to spread the fluid along his length. He groaned and his hips gave a little twitch. He halted her ministrations.

"Stop. I need to get a condom." He started to pull away from her.

"It's not need." She discarded her panties.

"I don't want any repercussions." He took her hand.

She pulled him closer. "It's four months too late."

He stood there in shock for a moment. "Well, if you insist." He pushed off his boxers as she lay back on the bed. With a tiny nod of a gesture, he indicated she should slide further back onto the bed and she complied, lying flat. Crawling on also, he laid his body down beside her, his cool skin feeling the heat of hers as they touched. Supporting himself on one elbow, he rose over her and stole a kiss. Her tongue met his inside her mouth as her hands curled behind his head to hold him down for the kiss. While they did, his free hand wandered down her soft belly, stroking its slight rise tenderly, and then slid into her wet pussy.

He moved to between her legs. Slowly he slid his length into her. When his hips pressed firmly against hers, he broke the kiss. She opened her eyes to look at him. She groaned when he drew his cock completely from her. A gasp escaped her as he quickly entered her. When he withdrew and plunged back, her hips rose to meet him. Scratches appeared across his back as she tightened her grip and slipped her legs around his.

Jeff took hold off her hands and intertwined his fingers with hers. He moved their hands to either side of her shoulders. He lifted up, still moving inside her. She raised her legs until they encircled his waist. He groaned as he went deeper. 

Amy arched her back, trying to feel him. She moaned in frustration. She lifted her hips, causing him to groan and her to gasp. Releasing a hand, he clutched her hip, keeping her in the same position. 

"Sweet Jesus," he groaned when her lips closed over his nipple. He gritted his teeth. Reaching between them, he stroked her clit. Little moans escaped her lips. She threw her head back. He felt her tense up as her orgasm hit. With a final thrust, he filled her with his seed.

She counted to ten before pushing him off her and fleeing to the bathroom. He followed. He placed a comforting hand on her back while she threw up. She leaned back against him and he placed a cloth on her forehead. 

"Sorry," she said. "Morning sickness isn't just in the morning."

He kissed her head. "It's okay." He placed a kiss on her cheek before helping her up.

*****

"This is beautiful." Rob gestured to the riverboats. The Cajun Queen was coming down the river, lights blazing.

"I hardly ever come to the river," Alyssa said. He gave her a questioning look. "No time between school, work and family."

"No play time?"

"Not much."

"We'll have to correct that." Grabbing her hand, he led her down the steps. He hailed a cab.

"Where are we going?"

"To play."

*****

Thianna knocked nervously on the door. A towel-clad Shawn Michaels answered the door.

"You're not Maude."

"No, I'm Thi. We . . ."

He cut her off. "Come on in. Where's your table?"

"I don't have one." She closed the door. "Mr. Michaels, my friend won tickets to from the radio station. We met earlier tonight."

He stared at her blankly for a moment. "Oh shit. I'm sorry. I totally forgot. Give me two minutes." He grabbed his bag and headed towards the shower room. "I thought you were the masseuse."

"That's quite alright." She took a step to the left, just in time to see his towel fall. She watched as he pulled up his boxers, then his jeans. "Sorry. What did you say?"

"What I asked was," he begun as he entered the room, pulling down his shirt, "how are you at massages?" He sat down to put on his boots.

"No one's ever complained."

"Good." He stood. Seizing his bag, he motioned to the door.

It took her a minute to realize what he said. "You want me to give you a massage?"

"Yeah."

"Alright." She followed him out of the room and down the corridor. His rental car was waiting. 

"The bed at the hotel isn't bad. A lot more comfortable than those tables."

"Mr. Michaels, I'm not a professional masseuse."

"That's okay. And call me Shawn."

*****

Nicki stubbed out her cigarette. Beth stood farther up the corridor, taking to the Undertaker.

"Those can kill you," said a gruff voice behind her.

"So can a stiletto." She turned around when he laughed.

"You're right," HHH said. He held out his hand. "Hunter."

"Nicki."

"Waiting for your friend?" He motioned to Beth.

"Yeah. She won the radio contest for tickets and backstage passes."

"Want a ride home?"

She licked her lips. She moved closer. "Not really."

His smile was very naughty. He leaned over and said softly, "How bout a ride?"

"Sure. I know a great spot, if you're not afraid of gators."

He led her to the car. Opening the door for her, he helped her inside. 

"I think you just got left behind." Mark motioned to the car.

Beth turned in time to see Nicki give a little wave before the car drove off. She shrugged. "Good for her."

"I would like to continue this afternoon, but . . ." he trailed off.

"I know. Wife's in town and no flaunting." She stood on her toes and kissed him. "Bye." She turned and started up the ramp. Soon she was turned around and imprisoned in strong arms. Her lips were bruised by his. He gently set her down.

"Bye.

Hunter pulled out of the parking lot and headed down I-10. She leaned over the console. Putting her hand on his thigh, she could feel his muscles bunch. Her hand moved higher. He nodded. She began to stroke his dick through his pants, giving him directions. Soon they were pulling down what was called a road in Louisiana. He stopped the car and turned it off.




Bru's Girls Ch. 05



"You know, there is a price for riding in the car," he said.

"Really?" she said coyly. "Can I guess what it is?" She quickly had his pants undone and his dick out. Leaning over she wrapped her lips around it. She felt his hand in her hair as she lowered her head. She came back up, licking over the sensitive head. "We need more room."

He sat there for a moment before opening the car door. He walked around to the back of the car, meeting her there. Nicki fell to her knees in front of him, taking him back into her mouth. She relaxed her throat, her nose being tickled by his pubic hair. His fingers tangled in her hair. Her tongue flicked out, circling the head before engulfing him. She began to hum. He groaned and his fingers tightened in her hair. He let her hum him for a few more seconds before pulling her away.

Without a word, he ripped off her thong and threw it over his shoulder. He turned her around. She propped her foot on the bumper. The breeze was soon replaced by his warmth. He put the tip of his dick into her pussy and gradually slid into her. In the same leisurely manner, he withdrew. She groaned in frustration.

He smiled. He kept up the teasing pace. In a sudden movement, he turned around. He placed a hand on her back, keeping her bent over. She reached back, trying to find something to hold on to. He slammed into her. Her breath caught in her throat when he did it again. 

Nicki felt as if she was going to fall. She had nothing to support, except his dick. He continued to pound into her. Her breasts swayed with each thrust. He pulled her up by the back of her blouse. Her head fell back on to his chest. His hips ground into her. He withdrew from her wet heat. 

Hunter led her to the backseat of the car. He climbed in before pulling her in behind him. They ignored the open door. She threw a leg over his, straddling his legs. He entered her again. She rocked her hips forward, taking him fully. She leaned back, supporting herself on the console. She threw her head back as she rode him.

His fingers dug into her hips. He ground his teeth as she began to shake. She fell limply on to his chest. He exploded inside her.

Nicki smiled as she listened to his heartbeat. "Is my debt paid?"

"I don't know. There's still the ride back to the city."

*****

Thi wrung her hands to keep them from shaking. Shawn was in the bathroom, changing back into a towel. She had turned down the blankets until just the sheets were on the bed. A full body, he said. She sat down on the edge of the bed. Oh Lord, she was going to throw up.

At that moment, the bathroom door opened. He stepped into the room, the towel wrapped around his waist. He lay down on the bed on his stomach. "There's oil in my bag."

She got up to rummage through his bag. Finding the bottle, she walked back to the bed. She poured a generous amount into her palm and set the oil on the nightstand. "Where do you want me to start?"

"Back and neck," came his muffled answer. She climbed on to the bed next to him. After smearing the oil over his back, she began to knead the knots in his shoulders and neck. "Straddle me." She threw a leg over his hips, settling in to massage her biggest fantasy.

She traced his spine then moved to the muscles. His skin was warm beneath her hands. She repositioned herself between his legs to work on his thighs and calves. He moaned as she rubbed a tender spot near his knee. She slowly worked her way up his leg. At the apex of his thighs, she accidentally brushed his balls. She stilled to see what he would do. When nothing happened, she repeated her ministrations to his other leg. This time she lingered at the top of his thigh, the back of her fingers brushing against him.

"Stop." She jumped at hearing his voice. He reached for the bottle of oil. He looked over his shoulder at her. "You might want to move for a sec." She climbed off the bed while he turned over. He handed her the bottle. "Work your way up."

Thi stood there for a moment. She was never going to get this chance again. She knelt at the end of the bed and started with his feet. She did as he said; she worked her way up. When it came time to massage his chest, she was in an awkward position. She was kneeling between his legs and couldn't reach his chest.

Shawn watched her through heavy lids as she chew on her bottom lip. She hiked up her skirt, flashing him her panties. She lowered herself onto his lap. Her brown eyes flew up to his in shock. Only her panties and a towel separated her from his erection. He reached out and placed her hands on his chest. "Keep going."

The massage soon turned into caresses. She stroked his pecs, down to his abs and back up. Her fingers ran through his chest hair, finding his nipples. He sucked in a breath as her nails lightly raked over them. His hands skimmed up her thighs to her waist. Grabbing her shirt, he pulled over her head. He caught her wrist and tugged her down. He kissed her lightly. He glided his hands down her back as he plucked at her lips. Her bra fell loose on her arms. His hands were under her skirt, kneading her ass. She felt a pull on her panties. Soon he was dropping them on the floor. She moaned as the fabric of the towel rubbed against her clit.

Thi reached between them. Her hand glided easily on his dick. He moaned into her mouth. She rubbed the tip of it along her slit before sitting back on it. She tore her mouth from his and sat up, flinging her bra across the room. He moved her up then back. She groaned at the feeling. He moved her hands to her breasts. She began to play with her nipples, rolling and plucking at them.

He skimmed his thumb across her clit, adding to the sensations. Her head fell back. She rocked her hips. His thumb brushed over her at every forward motion. She began to tremble. He lifted her up and brought her back down. Cries escaped through parted lips. Her body went taut, frozen like a statue. He erupted in her. She collapsed on his chest.

Tenderly he moved a lock of hair from her face. "That's the best massage I ever got. But you missed a spot."

*****

"I don't have a swimsuit," Alyssa objected. They were standing around the hotel's swimming pool.

Rob gestured around them. "We're supposed to be having playtime. Wear your bra and panties."

"But you're not wearing underwear," she blurted out.

He smiled at the blush that crept up her neck. "I'll wear my jeans." He stripped off his shirt and threw it on a nearby lounge chair. He toed off his shoes and pulled off his socks. After placing a kiss on her lips, he ran and jumped into the pool.

She stood there for a moment, biting her lip. No one was going to bother them; Rob had requested it. She shrugged off her shirt then slipped her sandals off. 

He tread water, watching her make up her mind what to do next. "Bra too," he called out.

"Not wearing one." She unbuttoned her shorts and let them slide down her legs. His tongue stuck to the roof of his mouth. She stood there in a blue tank top and matching panties. She grinned before running and diving in. She surfaced not far from him. "We're in the water. Now what?"

He swam the few feet to her. "Now we play." He caught her lips with his. They sank beneath the water. They broke the surface, gasping for air. She swam for the side of the pool. He followed. He placed his hands on either side of her head. "Are we gonna play chase all night?"

"No." She cupped his face with her hands and kissed him deeply. He groaned and pressed his body to hers. She caressed his shoulders, down his chest and across his stomach. She toyed with the button of his jeans before moving lower. She rubbed his cock through his pants. His hips thrust against her hand. Her hand leisurely glided along his length. He moaned in frustration.

"You are such a tease," he muttered against her neck. He cupped her tit, lazily circling her nipple with his thumb. His hand skimmed down to delve inside her panties. He inserted a finger, then two. He moved his hand back and forth, brushing over her clit. Her moan echoed off the walls. He tugged at her underwear. "Take 'em off."

Alyssa quickly shed her clothing. She freed his dick from its confinement. Wrapping her legs around his waist, she guided him into her. He plunged deep. He drew back until only his cock head was within her. It was just a second before he slammed his whole length back into her. Her legs moved higher on his waist, changing the depth. They moaned in unison.

Rob's movements became faster and harder, as much as the water let them. She quivered as her orgasm began. She clutched at his shoulders. He thrust deep within her, coming as her muscles tightened around him.

*****

"So, how was your Sunday night?" Amy asked as she sat next to Beth. She sipped her coffee.

"Sunday was great. Sunday night after the show sucked. Nicki ran off with Triple H, Thi went to get Shawn Michaels' autograph and I don't know where Alyssa got off to."

"Was he good?"

"Very."

"At least you're not disappointed, honey."

"Where'd you disappear to?" Thi asked Alyssa

"Rob Van Damm asked me back to the hotel to go swim."

"Swim," Nicki said skeptically.

"Well," she said with a smile. "Not really swim." She turned to her sister. "Heard Jeff Hardy paid you a visit. You fainted at his feet? Damn, Aimes. I didn't do that with Heath Ledger."

"You want to get laid in the future, you little shit, keep it up," Amy threatened her.

"In the pool? Ew." Thi got up to get more coffee. "Amy," she began when she returned. "That's two guys in a couple of weeks. We're worried about you."

"Beth had the same amount of guys in the same amount of time. You're not worried about her."

"She's not in a relationship," Nicki spoke up.

"Thanks, bitch," Beth muttered.

"You and Orly are together," she went on.

"Okay." Amy stood and confronted her friends. "This is going to come out of my mouth only once. Orly and I are NOT together in the frame of a relationship. We fuck. That's it. No commitment was made. I don't have a ring on my finger and I'm not going to act like I do; neither is he. I don't want to hear anything else about it." She turned to go up the stairs when she stopped and turned back around. "And another thing. I'm pregnant." She went up stairs. 

They sat there for a moment before realizing what the parting shot was. "AMY!" they screamed as they jumped up and climbed over furniture to race up the stairs.



Bru's Girls Ch. 06



Sorry about the confusion with Chapter 5. Hope you enjoy!

Nicki hung up the phone. She leaned against the counter with a pensive look on her face. "That was T-Paul on the phone."

"What's up with him?" Beth set down the orange juice.

She pulled out a chair and sat down. "Seems that a movie company rented his place for the week and they need extras."

"Really? Who's in it?" Thi asked.

"Don't know. Well, several scenes are gonna be shot out at T-Paul's over the next few days. He needs waitresses."

"Damn. I'm working."

"Me, too," Beth and Alyssa said.

"I'm not," Amy said. "I'll go with you, Nick."

"Great. We have to be there at eight."

"In the morning?" She huffed. "Fine."

*****

Nicki drove out to the bayous south of the city. Amy slept in the passenger seat. She pulled up to her cousin's restaurant. She turned off the engine and sat there.

"Wow. Hey, Ams. Wake up."

"What?" She rubbed her eyes and sat up. "Good Lord. Is this T-Paul's?"

"Yeah. Hollywood has landed."

People were all around: going back and forth between the trailers and the restaurant, standing around and other activities. They slowly exited the car. A man came rushing up to them.

"No. Can't park here."

"We're here for the waitressing job," Amy said.

"Oh. Extras. Park over there." He motioned in the general area and walked off.

"I'll park the car. You go find T-Paul." Amy grabbed the keys.

"Sure." Nicki walked into the restaurant. There was more activity in here than outside. "Hey, Paul. Where you at?"

"Hey, Nicki. Who you got wit you?"

"Just Amy. The others are working. You willingly went into this mess?"

"Yeah. For tree days, dey got ma place."

"Man, it's like a beehive in here," Nicki said as she entered.

A woman walked up to them. "Extras, come with me." Amy and Nicki followed. "Fill out these forms, go through there, your costumes are hanging up. You're needed in fifteen minutes. Someone will come and get you." She walked off.

"Did you get all that?" Nicki whispered.

"A little." They walked into the bathroom and saw the outfits. "Holy shit. She took a deep breath and sucked in her stomach to button the shorts. "Is everyone in Hollywood anorexic? Don't they realize Southern women have hips?"

"Especially Cajuns," Nicki teased.

"Shut up, coonass."

The lady with the clipboard was waiting for them. "Hair and makeup is that way. You," she pointed to Amy. "You're going to be first."

Amy raised her eyebrows at her roommate and walked off. Nicki huffed and went outside. The bar had been deemed a non-smoking zone unless cameras were rolling. She patted her pockets and realized her cigarettes were still inside. She walked up to a guy standing a few feet away.

"Excuse me, you got a cigarette?" He turned and gave her one. He held up his lighter. She inhaled deeply. "Thanks."

"Nervous?" he asked.

"A little. Has anyone ever told you you got gorgeous eyes?"

He laughed. "Never heard that pick-up line from a woman. Joaquin Phoenix."

"Nicki Harris."

"You from here?" His voice adopted a Cajun accent.

"My cousin owns the bar."

He nodded to someone behind her. "Nice to meet you, Nicki. Duty calls."

She watched him walk away. She had to love those jeans. They clung like a second skin. His black shirt was tight, showing off his toned torso. She licked her lips and smiled. Stubbing out her cigarette, she followed him into the semi-warm building.

She stood in the shadows and watched the action. Lines were said. Amy sauntered up to the table, set down the drink and walked away, her hips swaying. Joaquin watched her before turning his attention to the actor in front of him. Nicki narrowed her eyes. Amy was not getting this one.

The director yelled cut. Colin joined Joaquin at the table. "That looks like a tasty little bit," he said, nodding in Amy's direction.

"Found one outside."

"Really? So we don't have to flip a coin?"

The director interrupted them. "Okay, everybody. From the top."

"Jaysus. How do people cope with this heat?" Colin complained.

Amy looked over her shoulder at him as she picked up the glasses. "Wear as little clothing as possible." She strolled back to the bar. He smiled after her.

"I have got to find a bathroom," Amy told Nicki. They had shot the same scene several times.

"Ain't there port potties out back?"

"I'll be puking the rest of the day if I go in there. I'm gonna try to find an open trailer."

"Good luck," she said absently. Amy followed her gaze. She grinned at her friend. "Stay away, Brouchard."

"Wasn't even gonna try. I have a craving for a little Irish." She found the backdoor. The first trailer she came to was open.

Colin looked up when his trailer door opened. His eyebrows raised when a young woman entered. "Something I can help you with, lass?"

Amy jumped. "Holy Mary, don't do that!" She stamped her foot. She looked up to see who scared her. "I'm sorry. They're using the bathrooms for something else, and I really have to go." He pointed the way. "Tanks."

He waited for her to return. "You're one of the waitresses?" She nodded. "Kinda tight on you."

"Not my choice of costumes. Besides, a gentleman wouldn't have pointed out the snugness of my clothes."

A wicked grin played at the corners of his mouth. "I ain't no gentleman. Don't you read the papers?"

An assistant knocked on the door. "You're need on set, Mr. Farrell."

He got up and held the door open for her. "After you."

***** 

Amy fanned herself. It was after lunch and starting to get hotter. She could see buckets of sweat pour off everyone, especially the actors. The director was being a sadist and not turning on any fans. She felt a presence behind her. She turned her head to find Colin sitting there.

"Colin Farrell, actor," he said as he stuck out his hand.

A smile tilted up the corner of her mouth. "Amy Brouchard, extra." 

He kept her hand and placed a kiss on the back. She felt herself blush. "Would you join me for a drink tonight?"

"Sure."

"Great. You know which trailer's mine." He got up and walked a few paces away. He stopped and came back towards her. "Is it true that you don't wear that many clothes?" She gestured to her outfit. He waved that off. "I meant normal clothes."

"You just have to find out."

***** 

"Hey, Nick. Does Janis have any clothes that will fit?" Amy asked. They were on dinner break. She set down her sandwich in disgust.

"Probably. Why?"

"Colin Farrell asked me to have a drink wit him tonight."

She frowned. "You shouldn't be drinkin'."

"I haven't had anything to drink since I went out wit Ryan. Dat was what, last month? A few drinks won't hurt de baby."

Nicki shrugged. "Let's go. Hopefully she'll have something better to eat dan dis."

*****

Joaquin asked as he stubbed out his cigarette. They had wrapped for the day. It was nearly midnight. He and Nicki had been talking and having a beer. "Would you like to join me in my trailer?"

She looked around for Amy. "Why not."

"You want your friend to join us?"

"I don't share."

He smiled. "Greedy little thing, aren't you?" He ran a finger down her arm. "Doesn't like to play nice and share."

They walked in silence to his trailer. He held the door open and gestured for her to go first. He handed her a beer. "So, what do you do for a living?"

"Exactly what I pretend to be. I'm a bartender and waitress at Bru's in the Quarter."

"Interesting. Anything else?"

"Not really." She set her beer on the table. "Can I ask a question?"

"Shoot," he said before taking a sip of his beer.

"When are we gonna fuck?"

He choked. He gently set down his bottle next to hers. He closed the distance between them. "Impatient."

"No. Just horny." She leaned up and began kissing him deeply on the lips, her tongue shooting into his mouth as her hand stroked the length of his erection thru his pants. He reached up and began to fondle one of her breasts, pinching and pulling on the nipple, making her moan. He broke the kiss. Reaching behind his head, he pulled his shirt off. Nicki remove his pants and boxers while he unbuttoned her shirt.

She began kissing and nibbling her way down his neck, chest and belly until she was kneeling between his legs. Soon her soft, wet tongue was licking up and down the entire length of his shaft, swirling and flicking around the head while her hand gently squeezed his swollen balls. When his dick was slick with her spit, she stroked it with her hand while taking his balls into her mouth, one at a time, and sucking on them. He moaned and let his head fall back. His fingers tangled themselves in her hair. 

Joaquin pulled her head away from his crotch. "That's enough." He reached for a condom that was on the counter. He quickly opened it.

She stood and pulled her thong off, her skirt bunching around her waist. She placed a knee on either side of his hips, straddling him. Reaching back, she grabbed his dick and placed it at the entrance of her pussy. Slowly she started to sit back on him until the head slip inside her, then she slammed herself down on his entire length. They both let out a moan. She began riding his cock, alternating between bouncing up and down on it and grinding her hips back and forth. She leaned forward, her breasts stroking his face with her movements. He turned his head and latched on to a nipple. His fingers dug into her hips. She ground her pussy down hard on his dick, then arched her back and threw her head back. She let out a high-pitched squeal as her entire body shook. He groaned as he came. She collapsed on top of his chest.

*****

Amy giggled. "I shouldn't be drinkin'."

"Why?" Colin asked.

"It gets me into a lot of trouble."

"For instance?" She shook her head. He prodded her with his elbow. "Oh, come on. You can't leave me hanging on that. I'm gonna imagine a bunch of stuff."

"Your imagination probably won't far from the truth."

He raised an eyebrow. "Really? Tell me any way."

"I stripped at Kitty Katz during Mardi Gras last year. We had several hurricanes and I got dared."

"How much did you show?"

She paused for a moment. "Kitty Katz is total nudity. The girls do other stuff on the stage, too."

"Did you?"

She laughed and shook her head. "I wasn't that drunk."

"How drunk are you now?"

She looked up at him. "Barely buzzin'."

"Will you strip for me?"

She sat there for a moment before getting up and walking over to his stereo. She flipped thru his CD collection. "Wow. Impressive." She continued to look. "Nothing. I've got a song if you don't mind."

"That's fine."

"Great." She put the CD in and grabbed her bag. "I'll be back in a few."

Colin adjusted himself. He wondered what type of show she was going to put on. She looked like she would be good. He looked up and frowned. 

Her hair cascaded down her back and around her shoulders. She wore an oversized shirt that hung down to her knees. One of his hats was pulled low over her eyes. Three-inch black heels finished the outfit.

Amy pressed play. Horns blared through the speakers. She stood with her back to him. After the intro, she began to move to the music. She let the shirt slid down, baring her shoulder. She pulled it up and repeated the movement with the other shoulder. The shirt slid down to reveal her back. She looked over her shoulder and gave him a wicked little grin. She turned around, the shirt back in place. She slowly opened up one side, then the other, exposing her outfit underneath.

His tongue stuck to the roof of his mouth. Her top was the color of her flesh and tied at her neck and the middle of her back. Her black skirt was short. It rode low on her hips and stopped at the apex of her thighs. The straps of her panties peaked out the sides at the top of the skirt. His vision was momentarily blocked when she threw the large shirt at him. He pulled it off to see her running her hands up her body. Her eyes were closed.

Standing he moved silently until he was behind her. He pulled her up against him. The song began to play again. His Irish brogue tickled her ear when he talked. "Let's start over."

He kept her hips plastered to his as they moved in to the music. The bottom of her top gapped open. He slid his hands up her ribcage to her tits. She whimpered when he rolled her nipples between his fingers. He could feel her getting hot through his jeans. His tongue darted out to lick her shoulder. When she turned her head, he captured her lips. He maneuvered her to the table.

Amy moaned when his hands left her breasts. His fingers skimmed up her thighs and under her skirt. He dragged her panties down her legs until they pooled at her feet. She felt his breath on the back of her thighs. Opening her eyes, she looked down and saw nothing but her shirt. Impatiently she untied it. It fell to the floor. 

Colin was on his knees behind her. The edge of her ass barely showed under the hem of her skirt. He pushed on her back until she was laying on the table. He tapped her legs to part them. Her pussy was right in front of his face. Reaching out, he traced the outer lips with a finger. Her legs quivered. Holding on to her hips, he leaned over and licked her slit. Her breath caught in her throat when he did it again, his tongue delving inside.

Her fingers bit into the table. A finger, followed by a second one, slipped inside her. She whimpered as he circled her clit. She felt his lips surround the little bud. His lips and tongue's attention caused her to begin shivering. His fingers continued to fuck her at a leisurely pace. She raised up, her arms supporting her. Her breasts were pushed forward. Little gasps escaped her lips. An electric shock traveled up her body, causing her to cry out. The orgasm washed over her. She collapsed back on to the table.

She felt him behind her. Barely opening her eyes, she glanced over her shoulder. His hair was disheveled and his breathing was ragged. He gently helped her up. She heard his zipper in the silence. He groaned and pushed into her. She gasped when he penetrated her to the hilt. She arched her back, bringing him deeper.

"Holy hell," he muttered. He pulled out slowly until just the tip was inside her. He gripped her hips as he drove forward. He kept the rhythm slowly, not wanting to hurt her. She was flush against him. He slid a hand between her legs while the other caressed her breasts. He found her clit. She laid her head back against his shoulder. He nipped the nape of her neck. He began to stroke her. She mewed in the back of her throat. He pushed deep, the tip of his dick rubbing her cervix. He did it again. She cried out and reached out for support.

He caught her earlobe in his teeth and sucked. She bit her bottom lip as he drove deeper and faster. The hand on her clit kept pace with his thrusts. Little gasps escaped her. He raked his nails across her nipples. She pressed back into him, tensing up. He felt as if he was caught in a vise. Liquid heat flowed around him. He plunged into her, coming in waves. They stood there, slowly relaxing as the orgasms subsided. He turned her head and captured her mouth.

***** 

Nicki walked slowly to her car. Amy was leaning against it, smoking a cigarette. She reached the car and took the butt from her housemate. She finished it off, throwing it away. 

"Hey," Amy protested.

"You shouldn't be smoking anyways."

"I haven't had one in several months." She grasped for Nicki's purse, which was held out of reach.

"How was your little Irish man?" she asked. She opened the driver's door. Amy pouted. "I give you one on the way."

"Well," she began as she got into the passenger seat. "He ain't little."

"Really? How big?" She choked when Amy pointed to her foot. "Eight inches? Is Orly even that?"

Amy just smiled. "By the rose in your cheeks, I take it Mr. Phoenix was most pleasurable." She was handed Nicki's cell phone. She sat there in shock. "I can't believe he let you take these."

"I'll be as good as you soon. In the photography department."

"We'll see." She looked in the back seat at her camera.



Bru's Girls Ch. 07



Amy winced and rubbed her stomach. She and Thianna were having coffee at Café du Monde.

"What's wrong?" Thi asked.

"Nothing. He just moved."

"So it's a he today."

"I don't know what else to call it."

"That's easy." She leaned forward. "Find out."

Amy did the same. "We don't want to."

"Ladies." They looked up to find two guys standing at their table. The taller one smiled at them. "My friend and I were wondering if we can join you. There's no other tables open."

They glanced at each other. "Sure," Thi said. Amy moved to the seat next to her.

"Does anyone stay inside when it rain?" the shorter guy asked.

"Not really. If you're lucky, the rain cools everything off."

"I'm Matt and this is Ben." He turned to Amy. "And you are?"

"Amy and Thi."

Ben laid his arm across the back of Thi's chair. "What is there to do for fun this rainy day in New Orleans?"

"The zoo," Amy said. Everyone looked at her quizzically. "It's barely raining and no body will be there."

"Matt." Ben nodded in the direction of the building. "Help me with coffee."

"The zoo?" Thi hissed when they left. "Are you out of your mind?"

"It's an hour there and back by boat."

"You're sending Ben Affleck and Matt Damon to the zoo?"

"You want them to visit the cemetery? Or better yet, a swamp tour? The concert at City Park is cancelled. That blew our plans." They shut up when Ben and Matt returned.

"There you go," Matt said as he set down a cup in front off Amy.

"Thanks," she said shyly.

"The zoo it is," Ben said, taking a seat.

"I have a better idea," Thi started. "There's a concert at the House of Blues tonight. We can meet you there."

Ben leaned over, his lips barely brushing her ear. "Aw, and I wanted to spend the day with you." Her face instantly flamed and her hand came up to cover her mouth.

"Is he always this flirtatious?" Amy quietly asked Matt.

"Always." He glanced at his watch. "Well, its four now. Do we still go to the zoo or what?"

"I have class in an hour" Thi said as she stood. "I'll see you later."

Amy found both guys watching her. "I promised my brother I would help him for a few hours." She smiled. "Ya'll just asked what was fun in New Orleans." Standing she gathered up her bag. "We'll meet you at nine in front of the House of Blues."

The guys sat in silence.

"What the hell just happened?" Ben asked.

"Always the slow one. We have dates tonight."

*****

"Merde," Amy muttered. She threw the shorts across the room.

"What's wrong?" Alyssa asked. She was leaning against the door jam, eating ice cream.

"Damn things too tight. They fit fine three days ago."

"Amy, you're pregnant."

"No shit, Sherlock. Three days ago!" She ran her hands through her curls. She looked over at her younger sister. "I'm raiding your closet." She brushed past her.

"We're the same size!" she called after her. She sighed and followed.

"Your hips are wider, therefore a bigger size." She found a pleated skirt. She frowned. "Ain't this mine?"

"Could be." Alyssa sat on her bed. "Why don't you wear jeans?"

"Cause they don't fit. Nothing fits after three fucking days."

"Get over it. I don't think so," she commented on the dress Amy was holding up.

She looked at the size. "Why not? You haven't worn it in a while." She slipped off the shirt she was wearing.

"Holy shit! Your boobs are big!"

Amy sent a scathing look. "I'm pregnant. As everyone constantly reminds me," she muttered as she donned the tube dress. It was a soft gray, clinging to all her curves and ending at mid-thigh.

"Makes your ass look big."

"Fuck off." She turned in the mirror, self-consciencously rubbing a hand over her stomach. 

"You're barely showing." She glanced at the clock. "And you're gonna be late."

She swore, rushing out of the room. "Thi, move your ass!"

***** 

"How come you're not nervous?" Thi asked. She shifted from one foot to the other.

"You're joking, right? Thi, I haven't been calm since they sat down at the table."

Amy jumped when she felt a hand on her back. Turning she sighed in relief before punching the guy on the arm. "Jake, you took a year off my life."

He chuckled as he dodged another swing. "There's two guys in a balcony room that are waiting for ya'll." He led them through the sea of people. "You look great, Amy. Your ass looks big, though." He tossed a grin over his shoulder.

She frowned at him. "Don't start, Jake."

"Did you get a boob job?" 

She stared at him in shock. "Jacob LeRue, I can't believe you just said that."

"They are big, Amy," Thi said. "What size are you up to now?" 

"Shut up," she hissed as they climbed the stairs. "Is it pick on Amy day?"

Jake stopped in front of a door. "Enjoy yourselves." He winked as he knocked once and opened the door.

Ben watched the people on the floor below them. "I love summer. Clothes have a tendency to become shorter." He turned at the rap on the door. He watched Amy come in, followed by Thi. "Which one is mine?" he quietly asked Matt. 

"The shorter one." He pushed off of the rail and strolled forward. Leaning down, he placed a kiss on Amy's cheek. "Glad you made it."

"We ran into some friends downstairs." As he moved between them, his arm circled her waist. He ushered them to a table. 

"What is that you do?" he asked as he held out her chair. Ben did the same for Thi.

"During the day or night?" Thi responded.

Ben's eyebrows went up. "Either."

"I'm going to school to be a teacher and Amy's a photographer. Our other job is at her brother's bar."

A waitress appeared to take their order.

"Rum and Coke," Amy said. "Ow." She shot Thi a look. 

"Same for me," she said with an innocent glance at Amy.

"Round of tequila shots," Ben ordered. Matt shook his head.

After they received their drinks, they talked until the concert started. 

Amy tapped her foot in time with the beat. The singer was good. She felt hands on her hips. Matt leaned his head down to be heard over the music.

"Have you ever heard of him?"

"Marc Broussard? He's been playing locally for a few months." 

"Dance with me," he said when a slow song began. She turned and slipped her arms around his neck.

Thi glanced up at Amy and Matt. Ben chuckled.

"She's in perfectly good hands."

"Am I?"

He grinned mischievously. "Depends on what you mean by good. Strangest place you've ever had sex." He returned to their previous conversation.

She choked on her drink. "That's personal." She thought for a moment. "A dorm room on campus with his roommate in the next bed. Or our backyard. Take your pick."

He stroked a finger down her arm. "They're both kinda safe."

"Amy had sex in the VIP lounge of the airport," she blurted out. She slapped a hand over her mouth and glanced up to see if her friend had heard.

"Really?" He looked over at his friend's dance partner. Taking her drink, he set it on the table next to the couch. "And you in your backyard. We're gonna have to remedy that." He scooted closer to her. 

"We are?" she squeaked. His hand came up to cup her face. He nodded as he lowered his head.

"I think we should leave them alone."

Amy looked over her shoulder to the couple on the couch. A smile hovered on her lips. "She'll kill me."

"Does she like an audience?" She looked up at him. "If we don't leave soon, you'll be seeing them both in all their glory."

She laughed. "She'll definitely kill me then."

He took her hand and led her to the door. "She's not a screamer, is she?"

Thi swayed in time to the music. Ben was sitting on the couch behind her. She turned to face him. Slowly she began to unbutton her shirt. She slipped it off and reached around to unhook her bra. Teasingly she turned away from him as she took it off. 

Suddenly he was behind her. He cupped her breasts, massaging them. He nibbled her neck, sucking gently. She moaned when she felt his hand slip into her panties. His fingers glided inside. She whimpered in protest when he removed his hand. Her underwear soon encircled her ankles. She heard the rasp of his zipper.

He groaned and pushed into her. She gasped when he penetrated her to the hilt. She arched her back, bringing him deeper.

"Holy hell," he muttered. He pulled out slowly until just the tip was inside her. He gripped her hips as he drove forward. He kept the rhythm slowly, not wanting to hurt her. 

She was flush against him. He slid a hand between her legs while the other caressed her breasts. He found her clit. She laid her head back against his shoulder. He nipped the nape of her neck. He began to stroke her. She mewed in the back of her throat. He pushed deep, the tip of his dick rubbing her cervix. He did it again. She cried out and reached out for support.

He caught her earlobe in his teeth and sucked. She bit her bottom lip as he drove deeper and faster. The hand on her clit kept pace with his thrusts. Her fingers dug into the wood of the chair. Little gasps escaped her. He raked his nails across her nipples. She pressed back into him, tensing up. He felt as if he was caught in a vise. Liquid heat flowed around him. He plunged into her, cumming in waves. They stood there, slowly relaxing as the orgasms subsided. He turned her head and captured her mouth.

***** 

Amy and Matt strolled slowly down the street toward the river, their fingers entwined. Silence descended between them. As they stared out at the river, he placed his arms on either side of her, trapping her between him and the rail.

"I heard a rumor," he stated quietly.

"Who of?"

"You and a guy in the VIP lounge at the airport."

She stiffened in his arms. "Where'd you here that?"

"Thi told Ben." He pressed his body to hers. "Any other interesting places you had sex?" 

She thought for a moment. "Not really."

"In public?"

"The airport was the most public I've been."

"We'll have to change that."

She turned to face him, her eyebrows raise. "Where do you suppose we do that? The cemetery's several blocks away." He nodded to a dark corner several feet away. "That won't hide us."

He grinned. "Who said anything about hiding?" He dragged her over to the corner. 

She couldn't see anything but his chest. Putting her arms around his waist, she tilted her head up to look at him. "This is so illegal."

"And you are probably so wet." His head dipped down, capturing her lips. He deepened the kiss as his hand glided down her back. He traced the shape of her ass before moving around to the front. He kept his hand between them as he lifted the hem of the dress. He rubbed her through the thin material of her thong before sliding his finger underneath the fabric. One digit slipped inside, followed by a second. "I was right," he said against her lips. "You are wet."

She moaned as he slowly fucked her with his fingers. After every couple of strokes, he dragged his hand over her clit. She ran her hands up and down his chest. She quickly unzipped his pants. Reaching inside, she pulled his hardening cock out. She stroked him, causing him to moan.

Bending down, he picked her up. Her legs circled his waist. She rubbed the head of his dick against her pussy, teasing them both. She placed him just inside and he surge upward. She bit her lip to keep from making a sound. Slowly he pumped into her. She gripped his shoulders. His hands clasped her ass, pulling her bodily to him with each thrust. She felt her inner muscles clamp down on the thick shaft, and her body began to shake as her orgasm ripped through her. His thrusts became more forceful. His head dropped to her shoulder. He gently bit her neck, stifling his groan as he came in her.

***** 

Amy blindly reached for her phone. "What?" she said grumpily.

"Morning." Orlando's voice caressed her through the phone.

She sat up. "Hi." She slipped silently from bed. Finding a shirt, she put it on and went into the other room.

"What are you doing?"

"Waking up, thanks to you." Sitting on the couch, she pulled her legs up under her.

"Have you talked to your brother lately?"

"Not since yesterday. What are you up to?"

"Sitting here, having a late lunch."

She blinked, squinting at the clock. "Orly, it's eight in the morning. Surely you didn't wake up Asher."

He laughed. "I spoke with him a few days ago. You'll be getting a package later today."

"You're being secretive."

"I've got to get back to the set. Call me when you get the package."

"Bye." She hung up the phone. A sound made her look up. Matt was standing in the doorway, naked.

"I thought I heard the phone." He strolled across the room to kneel in front of her.

"My friend in London thought it would be funny to wake me up."

He moved her legs from beneath her until they were on either side on him. "I had planned a better way to wake you." He kissed the side of her neck. He skimmed down her chest, his morning beard rasping her skin. He pushed one side of the shirt aside, seeking her breast. He brushed his lips over her nipple, teasing it to a hardened bud. He circled it before tormenting the other nipple the same way. He sat back to look at her. He smiled at the site she made. Her long brown hair was fanned out beside her. She leaning back against the cushions, his shirt parted. He legs were slightly parted. 

He pulled her to the edge of the couch. Opening her legs wider, he dipped his head down to her belly. He placed a series of kisses, heading lower. Her breath hitched as he lazily stroked her with his fingers. A finger slid inside her before going up to circle her clit, then back down to be inserted again. He bit softly the inside of each thigh. Her body was taut while she waited for his next move.

His tongue delved inside on the way up. He put his hands under her hips and raised her up. He licked again, keeping his tongue in longer. Her muscles contracted around him. Her legs tightened. He removed his tongue and sucked. She hissed in a breath. He moved further up, finding her clit. She gasped as he circled it before settling his mouth above it.

"Oh God," she moaned as he rolled her clit with his tongue. Her breathing became erratic. She started to tense up when the climax began. His teeth scraped her clit, sending her over the edge. A small cry escaped before she bit her lips. She trembled with aftershocks.

Ben lifted his head at the noise. He groaned when he noticed the time. He smiled, glancing down at Thi. She was sprawled across the bed. Leaning down he captured a nipple. He shifted until he was lying on top of her. He slipped a hand between her legs, stroking and teasing until she was wet. A moan escaped her parted lips as he slowly slid in. He leisurely fucked her, his mouth fastened to her tit and his hand rubbing her clit.

Her breathing became erratic as she neared an orgasm. His pace increased. He pulled her leg higher on his hip, going deeper. He kissed her neck, his morning stubble giving her whisker burn. He groaned and buried himself completely. The first twitch of his cock set her own orgasm off.

Her eyes popped open. Smiling she stretched beneath him, her breasts rubbing against his chest. "Morning."

***** 

"Ain't those the same clothes you wore last night?" Alyssa asked innocently. She frowned. "Whose shirt you wearing?"

Amy just smiled and sat on the couch, Thi plopping down beside her. "Did a package come for me?"

"Yeah." She handed her sister an envelope.

Beth sat next to Thi, who laid her head on her shoulder. "How was he?"

"Oh God." Everyone looked at Amy. The contents of the envelope were in her lap. Her shocked eyes looked at her friends. "We're going to California."

"What?" Nicki jumped up and grabbed a ticket. "The flight's on Friday. What's going on, Amy?"

"As if I know." She was holding her phone up to her ear. "Damn. He's on set." She quickly dialed another number. "Dom? Yes I know what time it is. Why do I have five tickets to LA sitting in my lap?"

"It's nine o'clock in the fucking morning, Amy. Talk to Orly." Dom rolled over and buried his head under the covers.

"He's on set."

"Then talk to your brother. I'm going back to sleep."

Amy glared at the phone in frustration. Standing she began to pace. "Fucking little prick can't give me a straight fucking answer," she muttered as she called Asher. "I know what time it is!" she snapped. "I've been told to talk to you about five airplane tickets." She paused. "Are you sure?" Another pause before hanging up. Turning she stomped towards the stairs. "We're leaving in three days. Start packing." 



Bru's Girls Ch. 08



Amy leaned against Beth, trying to get her stomach to quit rolling. She was white as a sheet.

"He's not picking us up himself, is he?" Alyssa asked for the third time. "Surely he's gonna send a car."

"I think that answers your question," Thi said, pointing. Dom stood on the curb next to a limo. Alyssa squealed and ran to him. He met her half way.

"Ew. Get a room," Nicki called out. She picked up hers and Alyssa's suitcases and started forward.

"Do they have the same type of relationship as you and Orly?" Beth asked.

"Don't know, don't care." Amy pulled the handle of her suitcase up and dragged it behind her. When she reached the limo, Nicki, Thi and Alyssa were already inside.

"Hey Amy." Dom kissed her cheek. "You look like death warmed over."

"I feel like it."

"Look over the limo, to the right," he said softly.

She glanced in the direction he said. She sucked in a breath. "When did he get in?"

"An hour ago."

Orlando unfolded himself from the side of the car. Cautiously he made his way to them. He pulled Amy in for a hug.

"Hey you," she said, putting her arms around his neck.

"Hey yourself. How's my girls?"

"Airsick." She crinkled her nose. "Your girls?"

He tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "Just a feeling."

"Find out!" Thi yelled at them from inside the limo.

They ignored her. He cocked his head to the side. They walked away from their friends towards the car he was leaning on. They crept along in airport traffic. Soon they were on the road heading to Beverly Hills.

Amy laid her head back against the seat. She closed her eyes, letting the cool wind blow over her. She felt his hand on her thigh. Smiling she opened her eyes. Orlando was pulling into the driveway of a huge house.

"Viggo's," he said, answering her silent question. "Did you bring a swimsuit?"

"In my suitcase, which is with Dom."

He grinned. "Guess we'll have to improvise." He helped her out of the car and up the front walk. He opened the door and ushered her inside.

"He keeps his doors unlocked?"

"I called the housekeeper when I landed." He pushed her out of the way. "You can go all the way in." She was staring at the house.

"My house can fit in here twice," she said in awe. 

He laughed. "Come on. The housekeeper just left." He grabbed her hand and dragged her through the house to the backyard. Just outside the door, he pulled her to him, kissing her deeply. "How fast can you get undressed?"

"You know the answer to that. I'm sure there's a nice big bed inside." 

He popped the hooks on her overalls and tugged them down. "We'll find the bed later." He pulled her shirt over her head, leaving her in her underwear and shoes. 

He held her arms out and looked at the changes in her body. Her breasts were considerably larger. They had grown from a B to a D. Her waist still curved in to flare out with her hips. Below her navel, her stomach was starting to round. He dropped to his knees and placed a kiss on the small bulge. A small smile danced across her lips. She stroked his hair back.

Viggo Mortensen frowned as he parked behind a convertible. It wasn't Henry's car; it could be his girlfriend's. His frown deepened when he found the front door unlocked.

"Henry? Mrs. Hernandez?" he called out. Silence answered him. He checked his son's room on the way to his bedroom. Empty. 

With a sigh, he threw his suitcase on the bed. As he passed the window, he glanced out. He stopped and looked again. A smile crossed his face. He took his time going down the stairs. Outside he stepped over the clothes that led to the pool. He crouched down.

"You know," he began. The couple jumped. "You're gonna have to clean out the pool if you go any further."

"Hey, Viggo. You weren't supposed to get in till tonight." Orlando stayed in the middle of the pool.

"I caught an early flight." He stood. "There is a pool house you know." He turned and went back inside.

***** 

It was more of a gathering of friends. Though he was tired, Viggo liked having his friends here. Orlando and Dom introduced the girls around. Sean Astin and his wife, Christine, Liv Tyler and her husband, Royston Langdon, Elijah Wood and Karl Urban were currently present. Liv informed him that a few other people might show. Amy and Orlando waited until everyone arrived before announcing her pregnancy.

Currently he had bar duty. Amy had showed him how to properly make daiquiris and hurricanes. She was sitting on a chaise lounge talking to Christine. Her sister, Alyssa, barely left Dom's side. Liv and Thi were in deep conversation. Orlando and Dom stood on the patio with Karl and Sean. Nicki tried flirting with Karl, but gave up. She was sitting near Elijah.

He looked around for Beth, a smile playing at the corner of his mouth. She had wandered inside. She took a sip of beer and glanced around the living room. It was done in different shades of brown. Several paintings and photos lined the walls. She strolled to the entertainment center.

"Would you like anything to drink?" Viggo called out.

"No thanks." She leaned over to look at the pictures on the bottom shelf of the entertainment center. "These are good."

"Photography's a hobby of mine."

"Amy's pretty good. She brought a couple of albums with her." Straightening she turned to find him standing right behind her. He was staring at her. She bit her lip, drawing his gaze there.

"I like this one," she said breathlessly.

"Which one?" He took a step closer. One hand came up to rest on her hip, the other at the nape of her neck.

"I don't remember."

He caught her lips in a searing kiss.

"Where's Viggo?" Sean asked.

"I'll go look," Karl said, finishing off his beer. He returned a few minutes later. "He's kissing one of their friend's." He gestured to Dom and Orlando.

Dom choked. "Which one?"

"The tall one."

***** 

Liv waved to someone behind Thi. "Have you met Paul yet?"

"Paul who?" she asked as she turned to look. Her mouth went dry. "Liv, that's Paul Walker."

"I know, silly." She stood as he neared. After kissing him on the cheek, she introduced her companion. "Paul, this is Thi. She's one of Dom and Orly's friends from New Orleans."

"The Big Easy. I love that town." He sat in Liv's place. "Did you grow up there?"

Liv smiled and strolled over to Christine and Amy.

"You just made her night," Amy said. The brunette actress sat down beside her.

"You're been watched," Christine said softly to Amy. She glanced up to find Karl staring at her. He smiled and saluted her with his beer. She turned her attention back to her companions. 

"I think he's interested," Liv said.

"Orly's here," she replied.

"And if he wasn't?" She smiled and shrugged. The others laughed.

Alyssa plopped on the ground next to her sister. "Where's Nicki?"

"Haven't seen her lately." She looked around. "Elijah's missing too."

"Who's Thi talking with?"

"Paul Walker."

"Oh. What about Beth?"

"She went inside a while ago."

***** 

Beth pushed Viggo back onto the bed. They had discarded their clothing on the way upstairs. She knelt in front of him. He inhaled sharply as she pressed a kiss to the inside his thigh, her tongue darting out to taste him. Without hesitation her lips slipped around his large rigid member.

He reached down to brush her hair out of the way of his view. Amid groans of pleasure, his intense blue eyes never left her, always watching, anticipating the flicks of her tongue. Her lips moved up and down his dick, taking him in, swallowing him only to pull him out again. His hips thrust upward, pushing his manhood into her mouth with insistence. She took him deep, sucking every hard inch of him. 

A low hiss escaped from behind his teeth as she worked him again and again. Her pace increased, bringing him to a crest then slowing. 

***** 

Christine glanced down at her watch. "Good Lord. I didn't realize it was this late. We'll see you later. Nice to meet you." She stood and went to collect her husband.

"We better go too," Liv said. She leaned over and hugged Amy. "I'll call tomorrow."

"Looks like everyone left us," Paul said. Thi looked around. They were the only ones left in the backyard.

"I'll walk you to your car." In front of the house, she leaned against his Porsche. His arms wrapped around her pinning her to the side of the car. His lips captured hers. His kiss became insistent as did his hands, pushing her T-shirt up to fondle her breasts. Her hands came up to grip his shoulders. 

He impatiently unbuttoned her pats then pushed them off her hips. His hand eased between her thighs, pushing her cunt lips apart. She groaned against his mouth as he teased and pinched her clit. She stroked him through his jeans. Breaking the kiss, he spun her around to face the car. He spread her legs as far as they could with the bindings at her ankles. The zipper of his jeans sounded loud in her ears. The tip of his swollen cock probed the entrance to her pussy. He pushed inside, stretching her. 

"Ah, Jesus," she whimpered. He withdrew slowly before returning to her heat. She pushed back against him, trying to get him to go faster. His hands were on her hips, his fingers tightening their grip. He kept his steady slow pace for a few more minutes.

"What is it with Thi and outdoors?" Amy asked Orlando. They were looking out of their bedroom window at the couple in the driveway.

"At least you don't have a camera this time." He rubbed her hip beneath her night shirt. He inched it up until he was caressing her flesh.

"I didn't have it last time." 

"You made an impression on Karl." His hand moved to her stomach.

"Really?" She acted uninterested.

"Said he wouldn't mind a taste."

"And you responded how?"

He just smiled and tugged her toward the bed. 

***** 

"What's wrong with you?" Amy asked as she placed a cup of coffee before Nicki.

"Nothing. Just that I was the only person in the house who didn't get laid last night." She pouted.

"I thought you and Elijah hooked up. Besides, Karl went to Elijah's by himself."

"That's cause he was staring at you all night. Really, Amy, why do you get everybody?"

"Morning," Beth said as she entered the kitchen.

"Shut up," Nicki grumbled, picking up her cup and leaving.

"What's her problem?"

"She's horny. The walls are about as thin here as at home."

"Oh. Sorry."

"Thi fucked Paul Walker in the driveway last night," Amy said nonchalantly as she left the room.

Beth choked on her juice. "What? Amy, get back here." She followed.

Keeping you on the edge of your seats yet?



Bru's Girls Ch. 09



"I thought this was supposed to be girls' night out," Mia Tyler said.

"It is," Liv said. "Why?"

"What's he doing here?" She pointed out Elijah Woods standing at the bar.

"He's not the one we need a break from. Besides, they're leaving day after tomorrow."

Christine Astin nudged Amy. "What's wrong with Nicki?"

"She's mad. She hasn't gotten laid in de past few weeks."

"Oh. Good reason."

They were at the Viper Room. Liv and Christine invited the girls out for a going-away celebration. Thi, Alyssa and Beth were on the dance floor, while Amy and Nicki stayed at the booth.

"Imagine my surprise when I looked over here and saw you. Hello, angel."

Amy tilted her head back to find Ryan Reynolds standing behind her. "Hi, Ryan."

"Care to dance?" She bit her lip. "Come on. You know I don't bite." A smile tilted the corner of her mouth as she stood and followed him into the crowd.

"How does Amy know Ryan Reynolds?" Liv asked.

"Because she fucked him," Nicki replied.

"Good way to know somebody," Mia said. "Speaking of bodies . . ." As a group, they turned to see a cute up-and-coming actor walk by. "That's one I wouldn't mind being naughty with."

*****

"Hi, I'm looking for Amy Brouchard."

Asher turned to find a pretty brunette. He smiled. "Hey, chere. Amy's outta town at de moment."

"Damn. My agent was supposed to call her. I'm Ann Hathaway." She held out her hand.

"Asher Brouchard, Amy's brother." He captured her hand. "You have beautiful eyes."

"Thank you." She blushed. "Do you have any idea when she'll be back?"

He shrugged. "Two or tree days."

"I need to be in London then." She put her head in her hands. "This is so not good."

"How'd you hear bout Amy?" He wiped at an imaginary spot on the bar.

"Through Elijah Woods. He knew I needed photos for a magazine layout and gave me her number. My agent was supposed to call."

"Tell you what. Come by morrow round one an I'll do de photos."

Her head came up. "Seriously?" She threw her arms around his neck. "Thank you so much."

"Since you're here, wanna drink?"

"Um, sure. Recommend one."

He smiled, very predatory. "You really don want me to do dat. Daiquiri is de safest you'll get wit me."

"Okay." She let out a breath when he walked away. She felt as if she was in over head with him.

*****

Nicki couldn't have timed the meeting better if she had planned it. She wound her way through the dense crowd when she collided with a well-toned body. Her apology died in her throat as she glanced up. David Boreanaz was plastered to her. Without saying anything, he captured her hand and led her through the crowd, down a hallway. Pausing in front of a door, he inserted a key before ushering her inside.

The room was illuminated by a streetlight from outside. A desk, a couch, a few chairs and filing cabinets took up space in the tiny room. She opened her mouth to say something when he lowered his head. "No talking," he said before kissing her. 

He backed up until he reached the desk. Turning them around, he placed her hands on the desk top. "Don't move your hands."

She bit her lip to keep from asking questions. Her skirt was pushed up around her waist while her thong encircled her ankles. She could feel her juices slide down her leg in anticipation. The rasp of a zipper and the crinkling of foil let her know what was happening. His hand on her back pushed her forward until she was bending over the desk. 

Slowly he slid inside her. One hand tangled itself in her hair while the other one circled her clit. His hips began to pump to the rhythm of the muted music. She felt his breath on her ear, his voice a whisper.

"You're such a slut. Only a slut would fuck a guy in a dark room." She tuned out what he was saying. Her fingernails dug into the desk as the first spasms started. "That's right. Squeeze my dick with your cunt. Come on my cock."

"Sweet Mary," she moaned. She hadn't come this fast in a while. She bit her lip to keep from screaming. His hand tightened in her hair. He pounded into her from behind, sending her into another orgasm. He groaned and she saw stars. 

Nicki kept her eyes closed as she lay on the desk, listening to him straighten up. She opened her eyes when she heard the door open and close. Next to her hand was a Polaroid picture. Her eyes widened as the picture developed. There she was, bend over the desk, back arched and head thrown back. David was balls deep inside her, his mouth next to her ear, his pants around his thighs. She smiled as she tugged her thong back up. Grabbing the picture, she headed back to the table.

"Well, don you look thoroughly ravished," Amy said when she saw her. "Thi was bout to send out a search party."

"Thank God she didn't." She sat and took a long drink of someone's beer.

"Would have shocked her sensibilities? So, who was it?"

A smile slid across her lips as she fanned herself with a Polaroid. "An Angel."

Amy thought for a moment then searched the crowded club. "In black leather? Damn." She couldn't find a sign of David Boreanaz anywhere.

"You can't get 'em all, Brouchard."

"I would have at least liked to look."

*****

"Is Asher here?" Ann asked.

Patience slid a drink in front of her. "He's upstairs. You Ann?"

"Yeah. What's this?" She held up the glass and sniffed. "Whoa," she said as the odor hit her.

"Ya drink it, ya don't smell it."

"I'm not a strong liquor person."

She smirked. "You're gonna need it wit Asher. He's a lot sexual."

"I noticed." She downed the shot. It burned a path down her stomach. "Oh good God."

"If you go straight trough de kitchen an out de back door, you'll see de stairs."

"Thanks. Any advise?"

"Yeah, run. If dat's not possible, get ready to have a good time."

"Gotcha." Ann followed the directions. Standing in an alleyway, she passed a motorcycle to get to the stairs. She climbed slowly, feeling as if she was meeting the big bad wolf.

"Mornin," Asher greeted her. He sat at a bistro set on the balcony in a pair of lounge pants, smoking a small cigar with his feet on another chair. Holding out a cup, he asked, "Coffee?"

"No thanks. The bartender just gave me a shot of liquid fire." She climbed the last few steps. "It's after one o'clock, technically not morning."

"For me it is." He stretched, muscles rippling. She looked away, missing his knowing smile. "Hope you do your own makeup. Lyssa wit Amy."

"I got it." She held up a case. "Brought my clothes too. Do you have an iron?"

"Got a dryer. Don need an iron if you got a dryer." He lowered his feet, motioning for her to sit. She perched on the edge of the chair as he pulled out a notebook. "What type of pictures you wanna take? Conservative, provocative, what?" 

"Hey, Ash. Where you at?" They turned to find a guy climbing the stairs.

"Hey, Jean-Paul. What you doin here?" He stood to give the guy a hug.

"Amy called an said you need help takin pictures of a pretty lady." He turned to Ann. "Hello, lady. Jean-Paul Brouchard, hair and makeup to de stars."

"Ann Hathaway." He brushed a kiss over her hand.

"Let's get started." Picking up her case and bag, he headed into the apartment.

"Should I be worried?" she asked as she stood.

"About your clothes? Yes. Worked on one movie an suddenly he's 'hair and makeup to de stars'. I tink he worked on de extras." She giggled as he led her inside.

*****

"You know you didn't have to do dis," Amy said as she sipped a Coke. "How many people in Hollywood do you know anyway?"

"Nearly everyone," Liv said. She set down the plate and looked around her backyard. "My dad and my sisters should be here soon. I think Roy's band mates are going to stop by."

"You are really makin my head spin."

Liv was hosting a cookout for the girls before they went back to New Orleans. "And of course I had to do this," she said as she hugged Amy. "Orly's a great guy and I wanted to meet you."

"Illusions dashed?"

"Further than expected."

"I don't believe I had the pleasure."

Thi glanced up and nearly choked on her drink. "I'm Thi," she managed to get out.

"Thi, short for . . ."

"Thianna."

"Hello, Thianna. I'm Bruce." He took the seat next to her. "How do you know Liv?"

"Friend of a friend."

"Ah. I love your accent; New Orleans." She nodded. "Which part?"

"We live and work in the French Quarter."

"It looks like Joaquin and Nicki are hitting it off," Christine said. 

"I'm actually surprised he came," Liv said as she placed another platter on the counter. "Oh my God, they're kissing. He's kissing in public."

"Betcha it was her idea," Beth said.

"Why?" Christine and Liv asked in unison.

"They fucked a coupla months ago when he was in New Orleans."

Sean choked on his beer. "Jesus, Beth. I don't think that's anyone's business."

She slanted a look at him. "You don know us very well, do you?"

Bruce watched Thi walk into the house. Arms came around his neck.

"Are you actually getting it up, old man?" Liv said softly in his ear. "Is it thanks to a little blue pill?" 

"You're being insolent, little girl. And it's none of your business."

"I'm just teasing. According to the girls, crying over your death gave me the right." She dropped a kiss on his bald head. "Don't make us call an ambulance. I can see the headlines now, 'Bruce Willis In Hospital – Cause: Heart Attack From Sex'."

"That's not funny," he called after her.

"I did not tink I could be anymore star struck." Amy said as she set down her camera. She popped an olive in her mouth.

"Why do you say that?" Karl asked.

"De most famous people I've been round was de time Orly came in April wit everybody. Even de other night didn't bother me. But Steven Tyler is here, along wit half of Hollywood."

"It's not half of Hollywood."

"Pretty damn close."

"How many have you slept with?"

"Dat are here or in general?" She was saved from answering when Orlando came up beside her.

"The two of you looked deep in conversation. What about?"

"How many people she's fucked."

"For shame, telling lies. I'm very star struck. I want everybody's autograph, but too intimidated to ax for it."

"I know what you mean." He smiled when he noticed her camera. "Building your portfolio, I see."

She smiled. "Always."

Bruce caught up with Thi in the kitchen. Taking her hand, he quietly led her up the stairs. After rounding a corner, he pressed her against the wall, his body against hers. His lips brushed hers. "Should we find a room or go back downstairs?"

"Room's fine," she squeaked. He smiled and continued down the hall.

Once inside the room, he quickly shrugged out of his shirt. His hands moved to his belt when Thi reached behind her back to untie her bikini top. When she reached up to untie the neck part, he stopped her with a kiss. He backed her up till she hit the wall, pressing his body against hers. Her hands fell on his shoulders then traveled down his chest. She felt her shorts being pushed over her hips and down her legs. He quickly shed his as well.

Feeling bold, she trailed the length of his cock with a finger, causing him to groan. She smiled and pushed away from the wall. His legs soon hit the bed. The kiss broke when he sat down. His arms went around her waist and pulled her closer. Pushing her top out of the way, he captured a nipple with his teeth. She sucked in a breath when he gently pulled. He repeated the ministrations to the other nipple before she could extricate herself.

Falling to her knees in front of him, she stroked his dick before lowering her head. With her tongue, she licked him up and down, scraping with her teeth every now and then. He groaned again and wove his fingers through her hair. He jumped when her mouth engulfed him.

"I know she came into de house," Alyssa said. She threw her hands up in expiration. She turned to Mia. "You seen her?"

"Bruce followed close behind." She gave a wicked little grin. "Let's check upstairs." They crept the stairs.

"Dey gonna kill us if dey find out," Alyssa whispered.

"Oh my God, they forgot to close the door." She giggled as she inched forward.

Thi was on top of Bruce, her hair cascading down her back. His hands on her hips traveled upwards and around. She moaned. His hips rose to meet her.

"What are you two doing?" Liv whispered, causing the voyeurs to jump. She looked into the room. Reaching over them, she grabbed the door by the bottom and pulled it to. "He'll kill the two of you if he knew you were watching. Let's go."

"He knew," Mia said.

"How you know?" Alyssa asked.

"He looked up and saw us. And smiled."

"So, what were you and Karl talking about?" Orlando asked. He and Amy were tending the bar at the moment.

"Do you really want to know?" she countered.

"I wouldn't have asked."

"He axed how many guys I been wit." Her head up in defiance, she looked at him. "I'm not ashamed of what I done, or who wit."

"Do you want to fuck him?" he asked softly.

Her eyes narrowed. "I'm wit you. Who we do when we're not together don't matter, member?"

"I remember. I'm just asking."

"Bullshit." She grabbed a freshly made daiquiri and headed toward Nicki and Beth.

"Are you sure you should be drinkin?" Elijah asked as she sat down.

"Fuck off," she growled.

"At least she didn't grab a bottle of Jacks an a pack of cigarettes." Beth rubbed her back. "What's wrong, honey?"

Amy waved in Orlando's general direction. "Him. Actually axed me if I wanted to fuck. . .somebody."

"Do you?" Elijah asked.

"Dat's besides de point. Our arrangement is dat when we're together, we don't fuck anybody else."

"Nice arrangement."

"Shut up, Elijah," Nicki said. "Beth needs another beer." She waited till he was halfway across the yard. "It's Karl, isn't it?" Amy barely nodded. "He's hardly taken his eyes off you since you met."

"This ain't gonna hurt your relationship wit Orly, is it?"

She puffed out a breath. "No. I just need to. . ." She waved her hand. "I don't know. I'm fat an my hormones are goin nuts."

"You ain't fat; you're pregnant," Beth corrected.

"Same fuckin difference."

*****

"Do I make you nervous?" Asher asked, the camera pointing toward the ceiling.

"Very." 

"You can always delay goin to London. Amy will back tomorrow."

She shook her head. "This shoot is for a magazine article, and its due in two weeks, so I kinda need done now. People in London won't wait." She plopped on the couch, looking dejected. 

He snapped a picture. "Poor baby."

"Quite teasing her, Asher," Jean-Paul scolded. He placed his chin on top of his fist and cocked his head. "We've done at least a dozen shots in tree different outfits. Whatcha tink?"

"She's too uptight." 

"She'd be more comfortable wit Amy."

"Who ain't here. Jean, why don't you go to One-Eye Jack's an get us some po-boys. Roast beef for me, crawfish for her an whatever you want."

Ann watched as Jean-Paul left. Asher began pacing, his bare feet barely making a sound on the floor. Her eyes followed his movements. He had thrown on a pair of faded jeans and a t-shirt before the shoot started. She found herself staring at the fly on those jeans. Her eyes widened when she realized he padded toward her.

"Know what?" He leaned down, forcing her back against the couch. 

"What?"

"Dere is too much sexual tension in dis room." He brushed her lips with his. "It's messin up de whole shoot." He nipped her bottom lip. Straightening he pulled off his shirt.

"You're serious," she said when he started on his jeans. 

"Absolutely. After a good fuck, you'll be less uptight."

"Now wait just a minute," she fumed as she stood. She marched over to him and jabbed him in the chest. "Just because you're producing too much testosterone does not mean I'm uptight." She rose up on her toes and mashed her mouth against his. His arms wrapped around her. 

He walked back towards the couch and sat down, pulling her on top of him. His hand slipped between her legs as she straddled him. She moaned when he slid a finger inside her. Her hips bucked when his thumb brushed her clit. He pulled his mouth away from her.

"Tell me what you want." A whimper was her answer. "Do you wanna come?" She nodded. "Tell me."

"I wanna come." He teased her by adding another finger. She moaned. "Please."

He smiled and flipped onto the couch. He swiftly removed her panties and threw them over his shoulder. He started on his jeans. One by one the buttons popped open to reveal the trail of hair to his groin. She sat in shock for a moment.

"You're not wearing any underwear," she choked out.

He shrugged. "Only get in de way." He pulled a condom out of his back pocket before shimming the jeans down his legs. Slowly he tore open the package and rolled it down his length. Kneeling in front of the couch, he pulled her into his lap. 

Placing his dick at her entrance, he rubbed it against her clit, causing her to shudder. She gasped when he surged into her. Rising up on his knees, he situated her until she was laying half on the furniture. He began to pump in and out.

"Take off your shirt," he said. With trembling finger, she did as told. Her shirt gapped open. "Bra too." It fell to the sides, releasing her breasts. Leaning down he took a nipple in his mouth. He swirled his tongue around it, nipping gently before blowing cool air on it. "Play wit dem."

He watched as she brought her hands up to her breasts. Her fingers tweaked and pulled at the small buds. With a grin, he hooked her legs with his arms and placed his hands on the edge of the couch. He extended his legs and began to rock her. She tossed her head from side to side as if denying what he was doing. Whimpers escaped her throat. His lips found hers in a deep kiss, his tongue matching his rhythm. His breathing became harsh as the pace increased. Ann's whimpers turned to screams as Asher pounded into her, causing her orgasm. He stiffened with his own climax before going down on his knees.

Jean-Paul waltzed in. Glancing at the couple on the couch, he tsked. "Really, Asher. You coulda done it witout messin up her hair an makeup." He continued to the kitchen. "Dinner's ready."

*****

Orlando leaned against the wall, watching Amy. She sat at the end of one of the couches, her head back and eyes closed. He smiled, hearing the muted roar of the music she was listening to. Pushing off the wall, he crossed the room and touched her lightly on the shoulder.

"Back off, Boudreaux," she said, her eyes remaining closed. He caressed the side off her face. She swatted at him. "Not now."

He pulled her earphones off; Metallica blared back. "Then when?" he asked, leaning on the back of the couch. "You leave for New Orleans tomorrow; I'm not sure when I can get back there before the baby's birth. And I refuse to have this conversation over the phone." He stroked down her arm to her hand. Bringing it up to his mouth, he placed a kiss on the back of her hand before twining their fingers. "I'm sorry," he said as kissed the side of her neck. Nipping with his teeth, he swirled his tongue over the spot to sooth it.

"Stop." She pushed his head away. When she turned her head, he captured her lips. A smack echoed in the room. Orlando broke the kiss and looked back over his shoulder. Beth and Alyssa stood there, grinning.

"I'll rub it for you," Beth said.

"No thank you."

They giggled. "So proper when your ass is burnin. Hey, Amy, strip poker in de pool house."

"Not dis time. I'm nearly as big as de pool house."

Alyssa rolled her eyes. "You've gained what, ten pounds? Please."

Beth grabbed Alyssa arm. "Orgy later. We'll come back an get you."

Orlando raised an eyebrow. "Strip poker and an orgy? I should visit New Orleans more often."

She patted his cheek. "Honey, you wouldn't last long. You'd be naked in no time. Dose two are card sharks."




Bru's Girls Ch. 09



He put his forehead to hers. "It was just a question."

"I know." She waved her hand in dismissal. "Hormones an stuff. Mama tells me it gets worse, so if I break down, jus comfort me."

"Of course I will." He kissed the top of her head.

*****

Thi pretended she wasn't being watched. She cracked open an eye to find Beth and Alyssa staring at her over the seat. She closed it again with a sigh. A small smile touched her lips.

"You got his number?" Alyssa asked.

"Whose number?" Nicki asked, looking up from the magazine she held.

"Bruce Willis. Me an Mia went lookin for her an we found her ridin him."

"Plus dere was Paul Walker de night we arrived," Amy stated. She had her eyes closed with her head on Thi's shoulder.

"You slut," Nicki teased.

"Hello. Pot callin kettle."

"Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to the New Orleans International Airport. Please fasten your seatbelts and return your trays and seats to the upright position."

"Tank God. Get me off dis damn plane," Amy muttered.

"How you feelin?" Beth asked.

"Like everytin I ate's gonna come back up. Hopefully Asher's here an we don have to wait."

Asher was waiting at the gate when they finally disembarked. "So how was Hollywood?"

"Thi got laid twice, by two different guys," Nicki volunteered. Thi chased her all the way to the baggage claim.

Putting his arm around Amy, he kissed the top of her head. "How you doin, petite?"

"Sick. I jus wanna go home an sleep." She looked up at her older brother. "How was de shoot?"

A grin spread across his face. "Good. You sicked Jean-Paul on me."

She narrowed her eyes. "I know dat look. Please tell me you didn't fuck her."

"My lips are sealed. Besides de photos look good. You're gonna be famous." 



Bru's Girls Ch. 10



Scott took a sip of beer, his eyes never leaving the brunette. He glanced over her friends. The one who favored her stayed at a table near the dance floor. One of the others was always with her. When she stood and stretched, he realized why. Her shirt stretched taunt over her breasts before flowing loosely over her belly. White shorts showed off her legs. He had never found a pregnant woman arousing before, but she had caught his interest. Disappointingly she wasn't the object of his attention.

His brunette pulled the mother-to-be on the dance floor. Standing behind her, she grabbed her hips, moving to the music. A part of him definitely noticed. He met smiling hazel eyes. Saluting her with his beer, he took a sip as she turned her head to speak with the one behind her. Lips brushed cheek. He shuddered, his mind instantly conjuring explicit pictures. Warm brown eyes skimmed over him. She smiled and put her arms around the woman in front of her, kissed her cheek and patted her stomach. He watched as she made her way to him. For a Sunday night, the club bordered on crowded.

Halfway to his table, she was grabbed by a guy and swung around. He frowned when a kiss was planted on her lips. She motioned to the dance floor where the others in her party were, shrugged and nodded in his direction. The guy turned and waved. Scott sat in shock, recognizing Elijah Wood. He kissed her on the cheek and headed out to the dance floor while she continued towards him.

Her short black hair had pink strips and was spiked from sweating. Her clinging top was a creamy white stopping a few inches above her belly button, her navel ring winking with every step. Her jeans rode low enough for the straps of her panties to show. Upon reaching his table, he was stunned when she stepped between his legs. He noticed a button on her shirt that read "Birthday Girl" with a crown.

"You know, in New Orleans, its custom to kiss a person on der birtday," she shouted above the music.

His lips lifted in a smile. "Let's not break tradition." 

Cupping her face in his hand, he pulled her closer. He paused before fusing their mouths together. Her hands slid up his legs to skim up his torso to come to rest on his shoulders. He circled his arms around her waist to pull her closer. He broke the kiss and pulled back to watch her through half-closed lids. Her eyes slowly opened.

"I live a couple a blocks away." She was leaning against him. One hand stroked his erection through his jeans, making her intentions clear.

Standing he placed a tip on the table and followed his brunette out into the cool evening. A block from the club she suddenly stopped and turned to him. She grabbed his face and seared him with another kiss, plastering her body to his. Groaning he leaned against the nearest building. While one arm held her in place, his hand teased her nipple through her shirt. She moaned and ground her cunt on the leg that had slipped between hers. With her hands between their bodies, she slowly eased down his zipper. His head fell back to hit the brick behind him as she freed his dick from the confines of his jeans, moaning at the feel of her hands on him. The tip rubbed against her stomach with each movement. Feeling her start to slide down, he caught her shoulders.

"We really should go to your house." She pouted, but agreed. She stroked him a few more times before stuffing him back into his pants.

They made it to her house without any further incidents. Once the door closed behind them, she fell to her knees before him. She quickly had his pants and underwear around his ankles. His cock bobbed in her face as she grasped its base. She swirled her tongue around the head then closed her lips around him. His fingers tangled in her hair as she slowly engulfed his shaft. His breath hissed in as she cupped his balls. Tightening his hands in her hair, he pulled her up. She released him with an audible pop. His mouth found hers as he pushed her against the door. He quickly unlaced her halter top, leaving it gapping open to move on to her shorts. She wiggled out of them and kicked them aside.

He lifted her leg to his hip. She jerked her mouth from his, panting for air. He groaned against her neck as he slowly slid inside her heat. He pulled her other leg up, letting the door brace her. She groaned as another thrust sent went deep into her. Pain mixed with pleasure, driving conscious thought from her mind. She wanted only to feel more, to have more inside her and began to thrust back with her hips to meet him. His hands clasped her ass, pulling her bodily to him with each thrust. She felt her inner muscles clamp down on the thick shaft, and her body began to shake as her orgasm ripped through her. His forceful thrusts slowed, gentling into slight rocking motion until he stilled.

She whimpered as he withdrew. He set her on her feet and spun her around. He slowly entered her again. One arm encircled her waist, causing her hips to thrust back. She moaned as he slid deeper. His hips banged against hers with each thrust. She cried out as she came again. Behind her, he moaned as he climaxed. 

Scott shut off the shower and wiped the water off his face. He had flung the curtain back and was reaching for a towel when he caught a movement out the corner of his eyes. He quickly pulled the shower curtain back to cover his groin. The pregnant brunette from the night before was staring at him through the mirror, her mouth open in surprise, toothbrush frozen in midair. Slowly she closed her mouth and set down the toothbrush. Her eyes dipped down as she turned and left the bathroom. When the door clicked shut, he looked down and found that the curtain was clear. 

A blush crept up his neck as he stepped from the tub and quickly dried off enough to step into his jeans. In the medicine cabinet next to the mirror, he found a wrapped toothbrush. He hastily brushed his teeth and combed his hair. Cracking open the door, he glanced around and, finding the landing clear, returned to his birthday girl's room.

She stretched, flinging her arms over her head. Feeling the bed dip down, she opened her eyes to find Scott lounging next to her. His blue eyes twinkled as he propped himself up on his elbow. He slowly pulled the sheet down, exposing her breasts.

"I have a question to ask," he said, his tongue flicking a nipple. Cool wind blew across it, causing it to tighten.

"What?"

"What's your name?"

"Alyssa."

He smiled. "I'm Scott." 

*****

"You own the bar?" Natalie asked. She looked around. Old brick showed through plaster in various places. Pictures and posters lined the walls. An oak bar stood in the middle of the room.

"Non, my brother does. I'm the manager." Amy followed her inside and locked the door. "He's lettin' me use de bar and de apartment upstairs as a studio till I can get my own place, which should be soon. I wouldn't be surprised if Orly showed up wit a deed to a house or a buildin'."

"Who's Orly?" She was staring at a poster of the full cast of Lord of the Rings. Amy pointed him out. Natalie turned in shock. "Orlando Bloom? You're pregnant by Orlando Bloom?"

She nodded. "I'm havin' Legalis' love child."

"That's how you got this poster. Wow, even the crew signed it."

"Have you met any of 'em?"

"I know Elijah and Sean Astin. And I've met Liv before."

"We went out to California a few weeks ago. Dom and my sister got de same relationship Orly and I got."

She grinned. "What's that?"

"Friends wit benefits." She placed her bag on the bar and walked around it. "You want some coffee?"

"Sure." She moved on to the next poster.

"Damn, we're all out. I'm gonna run down to Café du Monde. My cousin, Jean-Paul, will be here in a bit. Just think of Carson from Queer Eye an you got Jean-Paul."

A few minutes after Amy left, Natalie heard a door bang close in the back. Turning around, she gaped as a tall naked guy crossed to the front door. Well, he did have a towel around his midriff; a very small towel.

Silently cursing the paper boy, Asher stepped out on the stoop of the bar. He bent over and retrieved the paper. Standing, he realized his neighbor was staring out her window at him. He waved and called out, "Mornin', Ms. Robicheaux."

She blushed. "One day a stiff wind's gonna come by an leave you wit your business flappin' in de wind."

He gave her a roguish smile. "You'll be watchin' tru parted fingers." He demonstrated, peeking at her through his fingers. She giggled, which turned into a gasp when he turned around and tossed the towel on his shoulder.

"I'm gonna call your grandmamma, Asher Brouchard!" she called after him. He grinned at her response. He noticed the pretty brunette next to the bar and changed course. As he moved closer, he recognized her.

Natalie could only stare as he neared. He was at least six and a half feet tall, with a muscular build, very muscular. A tattoo of a cougar covered one bicep and those abs could be used as a washboard. She did not dare to let her gaze travel any lower as he invaded her space. She could feel the heat radiating off of him. 

"Well, hello dere." He reached up to tuck her hair behind her ear. "I'm Asher."

"Natalie," she said. She inwardly winced at her breathy tone. She cleared her throat. "I'm here with Amy."

"Where'd my sister get off to?"

"Café du Monde for coffee. You're out."

"Hmm. Guess I'm makin' a run for de store later. Why don' you join me?"

"I need to do a photo shoot."

"You're not gonna be doin' it tonight. Come an have a couple of drinks on me. Just hang out."

"Okay," she said hesitantly.

"Asher Cain, what de hell do you tink you're doin'?" 

He sighed and looked over his shoulder at his sister; Jean-Paul had joined her. "I'm settin' up a date for tonight. Do you min'?"

"Hell yeah. Jus' get upstairs before Ms. Robicheaux calls de cops on you. You can hear her down de block."

He trained his blue eyes back on Natalie. "Come back here at nine."

"Asher!"

"I'm goin'!" He stalked off, spewing French curses.

"What are you doin'?" Amy asked her cousin, who had his hand over his eyes.

"I don' want to see his Full Monty."

Natalie sat back and sipped her drink. Asher had sent over a purple drink. Amy took it right back and fussed at her brother; she came back with a daiquiri. Realizing she hadn't seen the pretty photographer in awhile, she stood and made her way to the bar. A tall brunette introduced as Beth raised a questioning eyebrow.

"Have you seen Amy?"

"Asher sent her home. Told her he'd skin her if she set foot back in here before noon tomorrow."

"Is she alright?"

"She's fine." Beth leaned closer. "She stood in his way, so he played king of de castle." At Natalie's confused expression, she elaborated. "He wants to fuck you. So he sent her home to keep from hearin' her protests."

"Why is she protesting?"

Beth leaned closer. "Asher's somewhat of a male slut. He's fucked nearly every waitress on staff at one time or another."

"I'm a big girl; I can take care of myself." Her gaze shifted to Asher, who stood behind Beth.

"He's behind me, huh?" At Natalie's nod, she turned around. "Hey, Asher. Where you at?"

He leaned in close. "Let my sister know me an her are gonna have a talk tomorrow." Rounding the bar, he grabbed Natalie's hand and led her through the kitchen. When they stepped outside, New Orleans' night music greeted them. Horns honking, people talking and muted music swirled in the humid air, blending together with the cicadas to make a sound very distinctive to the Crescent City. 

Asher spoke not a word as he guided Natalie up the stairs to his apartment. Once inside, he didn't stop until he reached his bedroom. Flipping on the switch, amber light filled the room. Finally he faced his companion.

"I'm sorry for dat. Amy's got a big mout."

She wrapped her arms around his neck, her fingers delving into his hair. "Like I told Beth, I'm a big girl. I wouldn't be here if I didn't want to." Her lips brushed his. "I've been wet all day, thinking about what you would do to me tonight."

A grin tugged on his lips. "First, I'm gonna get you outta dese clothes." He lifted her shirt off and threw it towards a chair. Her skirt was next to be discarded, leaving her in bra, panties and sandals. He took a step back to admire her.

Her skin held a golden tone. Her breasts were full and firm. Reaching out, he flicked open her bra. With a shimmy, she let it glide down her arms to fall on the floor. No tan lines were noticeable. Her nipples pebbled in the cool air. Her waist tucked in only to round into her hips. 

Kneeling in front of her, his tongue flicked out to tease a nipple. She moaned when his teeth closed over her gently and tugged. Her hands tunneled into his hairs as he suckled and bit. He stroked up the inside of her thighs. She widened her stance. He slipped a finger inside her, followed by another. His tongue snaked out, barely touching her clit. He draped her leg over his shoulder for easier access.

"Si douce," he muttered. He teased her clit with his tongue, plucking it with his lips.

"Ah." Her head fell back. Her hands kept his head from moving away from her crotch. She gasped when his teeth nipped her, shuddering as her climax approached. Flick of the tongue, pluck of the lips, scrape of the teeth; she screamed when her orgasm hit.

Asher grasped the leg over his shoulder and placed one hand on her stomach then pushed. She landed on the bed, her glazed eyes meeting his. He gave her snatch one last long lick before standing. He draped her legs over his shoulders and surged into her. 

Natalie closed her eyes as he slowly withdrew. She clenched her muscles as he slid back in. Again he gradually eased out and back in. He sped up the rhythm, slamming in a little harder each time. Her hands clenched at the sheets as the pleasure-pain shot through her body. 

He had his head thrown back and eyes closed when he felt her legs slip down to his elbows. He wasn't going as deep, but he didn't care. He glanced down at his starlet. Her body was flush with arousal, her nipples jutting from her breasts as if begging for attention, the narrow strip of pubic hair pointing to her clit. He groaned and slammed into her. As he ejaculated into her, he licked his thumb and began rubbing her clit, setting off her climax.

She opened her eyes when she felt him twitch inside her. Her eyebrows rose. "Again? You just came."

He smiled down at her. "It's all dat sassafras we eat an drink down here." He pumped slowly in and out. "Or it could be jus' de water." He stopped and eased out of her. Taking her hand, he helped her to her feet. He placed a light kiss on her lips before turning her around. "Put your heels back on." Doing as he asked, she sent a questioning look over her shoulder. He lifted a leg and placed her foot on the bed. "Look over dere." He gestured to the corner of the room where a full length mirror was propped up. 

She watched as his hands skimmed up her ribs to her breasts. His fingers plucked at her nipples, rolled them. She laid her head back against his chest with a groan. Down her stomach, over her mons to slip between her legs; one hand opened her leg wider while the other skimmed over her clit to sink two fingers inside. Coated with their juices, he slid his fingers over the hooded button. He scissored his fingers over it, making her cry out. His erection slid easily into her lubricated pussy. 

"Oh God," she moaned. He continued the scissors motion while surging up into her. When she closed her eyes, he tweaked her nipple, hard.

"Watch us," he growled.

It was intoxicating, watching his cock disappear into her folds, his fingers massaging her clit. It was as if she was watching another couple fuck as they watched them. 

*****

Scott stepped into the dim bar. After his eyes adjust to the light, he looked around. His breath caught in his throat when he realized that the only person around was the pregnant woman from this weekend. She looked up from the book she was reading and smiled.

"Hi," she said as she got off the stool. Walking forward, she held out her hand. "I'm Amy Brouchard."

"Scott Speedman," he replied, a little dazed. "So Alyssa is. . ."

"My sister." She waved away any concern. "Don' worry, I don' judge. Who my brothers an sisters sleep wit are deir own concern. I was tinkin' dat we could go to de racetrack. You allergic to dogs?"



Bru's Girls Ch. 11



"Ya know, I tink I hate Halloween as much as Mardi Gras," Nicki grumbled.

"Girl, you gonna go to Hell if you keep talkin' like dat," Alyssa said. 

Halloween had come to New Orleans and Bru's Crew was clothed for the holiday. Nicki dressed as a pirate while Alyssa was a cheerleader. Amy and Thi, in the guises of Rapunzel and Little Red Riding Hood, were passing out candy to the kids. Asher rounded the bar, dressed all in black.

"Who you supposed to be?" Alyssa asked her brother.

"Death."

"Don' he have a big knife on a stick?"

"Scythe, yeah. But I'm Death for de 21st century." He pulled out a machete from the case attached to his leg. His smile was evil. He looked up to watch the progress of trick-or-treaters then froze. Nicki and Alyssa followed his gaze to find Amy speaking with a striking woman.

She stood a few inches taller than Amy's own 5'4". Her brown hair fell in waves to her shoulders. Jeans rode low on her hips while a black camisole top peaked from beneath her blazer. Nicki and Alyssa glanced at Asher at his moan when she removed the jacket.

"Who dat?" Alyssa asked.

"From de look on his face, de star of many wet dreams."

"But what's her name?"

"Y'all go away. Go to a party or sometin'." He never took his eyes off the woman as he shooed the girls away.

"Asher, don' make an ass out of yourself. Amy might have to work wit her."

"Go away," he growled. He didn't notice if they did as he said or not. His long-time crush was now walking into his establishment. She smiled as she sat in front of him. "Welcome to Bru's. We have a special drink tonight, Witches' Brew."

"No thanks, I'll just have a screwdriver." When she started to hand him money, he waved it away. She raised an eyebrow.

"Every night one woman drinks for free. Tonight's your night."

"Thank you." She sipped her drink. "You're Amy's brother?"

He nodded. "Asher Brouchard."

"Milla Jovovich."

"I know." He propped his arms on the bar to lean closer. "Are you here for a photo shoot?"

She nodded. "Tomorrow." She cocked her head to the side.

*****

"Oh my God, I jus' died an went to Heaven." Micah Lee placed a hand over his heart.

"Ha ha. I wanna rum an Coke," Alyssa said. "Nicki, whacha want?"

"A piece of dat." 

Alyssa followed her gaze. "Who dat?"

"Jesse James. Micah, you know what he's doin' here?"

"Bike show over at de Dome."

"He coulda come down to Bru's."

"Hey, One Eye Jack's just as good. I say a little better. What's your brother up to, Lyssa?"

"Droolin' over some woman. She looked like de girl from De Fit Element. You know, de girl. Wit the red hair. Does dose 'Feria' hair color commercials."

"Milla Jovovich? Brown hair, blue eyes?"

"Yeah."

"Oh shit. I need to get over to Bru's. Lyssa, take over." Micah walked around the bar and threw his apron at Alyssa.

"Hey!" She followed him, fussing. She returned a minute later. "Asher probly locked de place down. He ain't gonna get a sniff of her."

"Um. What?" Nicki turned her attention to her roommate.

"Why don' you jus' go over dere?" 

"An say what? Dat I wanna fuck his brains out?"

"Invite him upstairs to play pool."

Jesse could hear them talking about him; Cajuns weren't really known to have quiet voices, especially when arguing. Which one wanted to fuck him? He glanced up. A pirate and a cheerleader; he wondered if he could get both. He watched the pirate approach through half-lidded eyes. Not bad; big brown eyes, shoulder-length dark brown hair with lighter streaks throughout, nice legs, handful-size tits. Her breasts looked as if they were ready to pop out of her bodice and he bet money that when she bent over, everyone got a view. She stopped at the table. He wondered if she would play the "Hey, aren't you?" game.

"Mr. James, my name is Nicki. Would you like another beer?" 

Nope, no game. "Sure. And the name is Jesse." 

"Would you like to play pool?" She indicated the loft that he noticed.

"Is your friend going to join us?"

She glanced over her shoulder. "Alyssa? No, Micah ran off an dere's nobody else here tonight, so she's gotta stay downstairs."

He finished off his bottle of beer. "I'll meet you up there."

*****

Amy looked up when she heard running footsteps. "Hey, Micah. Why you runnin' like dat?"

He leaned against the building to catch his breath. "I heard Milla Jovovich was here an I came over to introduce myself." He peered through the window. "Where she at?"

"Asher musta took her upstairs," Thi said as she handed out the last of their candy. She shot Micah a quizzical look. "If you're here, who's at Jack's?"

"Nicki an Alyssa." He caught the look that passed between them. "What?"

"Was dere anyone dere good lookin' an of de male persuasion?"

"Yeah, Jesse James was havin' a beer." Another look. "What?"

"Las' time dey bot' were in charge here, Alyssa left early an Nicki fucked Vin Diesel against de bar."

"An Jesse James is a guy she drools over."

"Ah shit." He turned and ran back the way he came.

"Five bucks Nick's got Jesse James spread-eagle on a pool table."

*****

"Nice place," Milla said as she surveyed her surroundings. She strolled around the living room before making her way into the bedroom. Asher grabbed two beers out of the fridge and joined her. She was sitting on the edge of the bed, leaning back. When he held out the bottle she nodded to the nightstand. "Just set it down."

He took a long sip of his own beer, watching her over the bottle. When he made to join her, she held up a hand to stop him.

"I think I've sized you up." An eyebrow rose. "You invite girls up here then seduce them, fuck them all night and hand them their coat the next morning."

"I cook 'em breakfast first." He shrugged. "Sometimes dey don' leave for several days."

"Strip." At his startled look, she smiled. "You don't have a kitten in your hands now. Strip."

He unbuckled his belt to slip the machete case off and set it down. As he kicked off his shoes, he grabbed the hem of his shirt and whipped it off. Next to go were his pants, underwear and socks. Then he stood there, feet braced apart, hands on his hips, erection standing proudly at attention.

"Mm." She finally reached for her beer and took a long sip.

As the minutes passed, Asher sighed. "You keep dis up an he's gonna deflate an tink you don' wanna play."

A corner of her mouth turned up. "Then let's play."

*****

Jesse watched Nicki lean over the table to line up her shot. Her skirt rode up, flashing her ass and pussy lips. He shifted his erection. Throughout this game, she had been giving him little peeks like this and rubbing her body against his as she passed by him. She sank three balls before scratching. A smug smile coated her lips. As she moved past him to the table that held the beers, he snagged her arm and pulled her up against him. He walked her backwards until the pool table stopped them.

"Are you trying to hustle me?"

"Dere's no money laid down."

"Hm." His hand delved between her legs, two fingers sliding into her snatch. "Do you always go without panties?"

She gasped at his invasion, grabbing on to the table behind her and dropping her cue. "Not always," she managed to get out.

"So this was for my benefit." His thumb strummed over her clit. She closed her eyes and nodded. "I should take full advantage." 

She bit her lip when his fingers found her G-spot. Her legs opened wider. She began to pant as sensations increased. Then everything stopped. She whimpered when he removed his hand. She opened her eyes to find him staring down at her. He grabbed her hands to help her off the table. When she was standing on her unsteady legs, he turned her around, propping one leg up on the table.

"Was this how you imagined me fucking you?" he breathed in her ear. 

Nicki waited for . . . something. She listened for the popping of the zipper. He untied her bodice, nipping her ear and neck as he opened it to the cool air. She imagined the picture she presented; open bodice framing her small breasts, leg hiked up on the pool table, skirt shadowing her genital. Anticipation made her tremble. 

He pinched her nipples hard enough to make her gasp then he inserted two fingers, scissoring them back and forth. She moaned, her head falling back onto his shoulder. Reaching behind her, she popped the button on his jeans and yanked the zipper down. She felt the slide of his cock against her ass. 

God, she was sooo close, just a little farther. And all movement stopped. He pushed her forward, her nipples barely brushing the velvet of the table. She stopped breathing when he slammed his dick into her, causing her breasts to sway. She felt her knee buckle.

"How do you want it?"

"Fast an hard."

*****

Micah rushed into the bar. There were a few customers and Alyssa stood behind the bar, giving him a queer look. Nicki and Jesse James were nowhere in sight. "Where's Nicki?" he asked when he reached the bar. At that moment he heard noise from the pool balcony that music couldn't cover up.

Alyssa rushed around the bar to grab his arm before he made it to the first step. "Leave her alone, Micah."

"She's fuckin' in my bar, Lyssa."

"So have we. Come on." She twined her arms around his neck and pressed her body against his. "Get Jimmy to come out here an we'll do it again."

He nipped at her lips, walking her backwards. "We haven't tried de stock room yet."

"Dat's cause it don' have a lock."

He grinned. "Dat's what's so fun; de chance at gettin' caught."

*****

Asher frowned at his situation. He was naked on his bed with his hands tied to the headboard. "I don' know bout dis."

"Having trouble giving up control?"

"Non. I don' mind a woman takin' control, jus' as long as I get to touch." He watched as she slid her pants down her legs. She kicked them aside; her top soon followed. She was standing in cream bikini panties and black heels. He groaned in arousal. 

Milla sauntered forward. Climbing on the bed, she threw a leg over him, straddling his waist. "So you want me to untie you." She shook her head. "I don't think so." She leaned down and kissed him deep, her tongue dueling with his. "I like your hands right where they are."

She rose up on her knees and grasped his erection. Pointing it straight up, she impaled herself on him. His head fell back on the pillow. Then she began to move, to rotate her hips. Hearing her moan he looked up. Her head was thrown back with her eyes closed; one hand was her breast, plucking her nipple while the other massaged her clit. He surged upward, filling her even more. He lowered his hips and repeated the action, communicating what he wanted. Apparently she wanted it to because she began to bounce. He met her everything she came down. Cries escaped from her throat as she neared climax. 

Gritting his teeth, he strained against the bonds holding him down. With a shriek she tensed. Little spasms clenched his dick. With one thrust, he erupted into her. She fell onto his chest, her breath coming out in pants. When he caught his breath, he looked down at the top of her head.

"Now will you untie me?"

*****

Alyssa strolled into the kitchen, a smile hovering on her lips.

"You jus' gettin' home?" She looked up to find Beth pouring a cup of coffee.

"Uh-hu. I was wit Micah."

Beth's eyebrows rose. "Micah Lee? If you wanna go trew dat again."

"Where everyone at?

"Work. It's what pays de bills." She gave the younger woman a hug as she passed. "I gotta go to. Later." Then she was out the door.

Alyssa slowly climbed the stairs, stripping as she went. She turned into her bedroom and screamed. "What de fuck are you doin' here?" She held her clothes in front of her.

"Waking up. Amy said I could sleep in here when you didn't show up after one o'clock." Elijah stretched. Standing he brushed past her in the doorway. 

Peeking around the doorjamb, she watched as he strolled naked to the bathroom. God, she must be nuts, coming from one man's bed and interested in joining another in the shower. 



Bru's Girls Ch. 12



"Are you supposed to be back there?" Kiera asked.

Amy shrugged. "As long as my ass is on dat stool, I can be back here. So, whacha want?"

"Surprise me."

She grinned. "You really don' say dat to people in my family." She quickly mixed several different liquors together. She placed it on the bar before the young woman.

"What's in it? Smells like grape soda."

"Nuttin' grape in it." She shuddered. "Nasty stuff; grape soda. It might hit ya hard."

Taking a sip, Kiera winced. "Good God, what do you have in here?"

"Family secret."

She glanced up then turned around. "Who's that?"

"Who's who?"

"The tall guy with dark hair."

"My brother, Asher." Amy lit out a shrill whistle. When half the bar looked her way, she motioned to her brother. "Asher, c'mere."

Asher took in the girl his sister was talking to. She didn't look old enough to drink. Good thing he was friends or related to most of the police in New Orleans.

"Asher, dis is Kiera Knightly. Kiera, Asher Brouchard." 

"Pleasure," she said, holding up her hand. Grasping it, he turned it over and kissed her wrist, his tongue swirling over her skin. Her lips parted in a silent gasp. He frowned at Amy. "Why ain't your ass on dat stool"

"Cause I just made a drink. See, sittin'."

With a wink to Kiera, he strolled away.

Standing on trembling legs, she rounded to bar to speak to Amy without yelling. "Oh good God. I wouldn't mind tupping that."

"Firs' of all, ew. He's my brother. Second, Orly hears you talkin' like dat, he gonna lock you up."

"As can feel it. Only way into dat room when de switch is flicked is wit a key. Me an Asher have de only ones."

Kiera flipped the switch as she opened the door to Bru's office. Opening it wide enough to slip through, she leaned against it, closing it with a muffled click. Asher was on the phone, his back to her. As quiet as she could in heels, she made her way to the desk. She rounded the corner and sat in the middle, scooting back, which shoved paperwork out of the way. 

"I really don' care whose fuck up it is. It's a major part of de house drink an I ain't gonna have any till Tuesday? Bullshit. I want it here on Monday, wit two free cases, or I'm lookin' for another supplier." He turned to hang up the phone and found Kiera perched on the desk. She had peaches-and-cream skin that was barely golden. He loved peaches and cream, especially on a woman. "Cher," he said as he replaced the receiver, "only two tings happen on dat desk." His eyes raked over her. "You don' look like you here to count money."

She crossed her legs, showing him an expanse of her thigh. "Just what else is done on this desk?"

His eyebrow rose. A wicked grin played across his lips. Leaning forward he uncrossed her legs and pulled her forward till she was sitting on the edge. Grabbing with both hands, she tipped his head back. Her lips were a breath away when he straightened, sealing their mouth together. She moaned and squirmed on the desk's edge as his tongue danced with hers. 

His fingers skimmed across her shoulders, taking the straps of her dress with them. She quickly removed her arms, plunging her fingers into his hair. Leaving her mouth, he nibbled and licked his way along her jaw and neck, down to her pert breasts. She moaned as he bit and tugged at her nipples. His hands slid up her thighs and under her skirt. He stilled when he realized that she wasn't wearing any panties. Groaning he seized her lips in another kiss. 

"Lay back," Asher said his voice husky. When she was prone on the desk, he opened the middle drawer. He lifted one leg and set the heel of her shoe in the drawer before doing the same with the other; then he closed the drawer, trapping her and keeping her legs up. He pushed her thighs open wider.

Kiera held her breath, waiting for his next move. She felt a whisper of a touch, from the bottom of her labia to the top. Her clit was circled before it traveled back the way it came. A finger slid inside then another with the next thrust. Teeth scraped against her clit, causing her to jump. 

*****

Hugh tipped his beer up, his eyes following Amy. David Wenham nudged his shoulder. "She's spoken for." He nodded to Orlando leaning against the bar. 

"Does he share?"

David shrugged. "Need to ask him. From what I hear, Karl's interested also." The girl coming through the door snagged Hugh's attention. The logo of the bar was stretched tight across her tits. Black jeans molded to her hips and legs. 

Beth threw her purse at Thi as her apron landed on her head. "I know, I know. Bozo destroyed de house an I had to clean it up before Mama came home." She quickly tied her apron around her waist.

"He's your brother's dog."

"An my brother ain't here righ' now. Which tables are mine?"

"Le's see. You get Tulane. Oh, David's here." At Beth's blank stare, she huffed. "You met him in California. Played whathisname in Lord of de Rings."

"Faramir," Amy injected as she passed by.

"Oh, yeah." She made a face. "Wish I was as good wit names an faces like she is." 

"No you don'." Amy leaned against the bar, rubbing her stomach.

"How much longer you got, sweetie?" Thi asked as she rubbed her friend's back. "Ain't you supposed to be sittin'?"

"Another mont'. I need to walk. My feet are startin' to swell."

"Walk, meanin' from here to de house an back. Not standin'."

"Where is Asher?" Beth asked, looking around for him.

A smile crept over her lips. "In de office, busy."

"Does Orly know?" Thi asked, lowering her voice.

"Does Orly know what?" Beth asked.

"He ain't said nothin' to me."

"What are you two talkin' about?"

"Kiera Knightly is here," Thi clarified.

"An showed an interest in Asher. She followed him into de office ten minutes ago."

"Oh. OH. Ew. I'm goin' to work now."

"And here is the lovely Beth," David said as he stood. He kissed her cheek as he gave her a hug. "I would like you to meet Hugh Jackman." The Aussie stood to shake her hand.

"You ain't gotta get up," she said, taking his hand.

He raised an eyebrow. "I always stand in the presence of a lady."

She blushed. "Ooh. For dat you get free drinks." She quickly brought them fresh beers before waiting on her other tables. 

Throughout the night she could feel eyes following her movements. She would stop at their table to refresh their drinks, but wasn't able to stop for very long. Near closing, she leaned against the bar and let out a sigh.

"How you doin', sweetie?" Nicki asked. 

"Good, considerin' we're packed." She laid her tray down for the drinks she needed to deliver.

"Looks like one of your tables is makin' an all-nighter."

"I don' care. Wish I could lick him like a lollypop." Smiling, she winked and turned with a tray of drinks.

"I don't think I've seen you stop," Hugh commented when she brought him a fresh beer.

"The nights before Thanksgiving is always busy. Thanksgiving night is awful. Half de bars close down."

"Why's that?"

"Southern an Gramlin' game at de Dome. Dere's hardly any elbow room out on de street."

He nodded. "What time does your shift end?"

"Around two. So I got," she checked her watch, "tree more hours. Why?"

He shrugged. "Curiosity."

She smiled. "You know de one bout curiosity an de cat."

"Yeah, but do you know what brought him back?"

*****

Asher ran his hand down the body beside him. Her skin seemed to glow in the morning light. Goose bumps rose in the wake of his fingers. She rolled over, her arm flung above her head; her pert little breasts were offered to him. Bending his head, he licked and sucked her nipple as his hand skimmed down her taunt stomach to her mons.

Kiera moaned when his fingers slid over her sensitive clit. A finger teased; dipping in, circling the nubbin before doing it again. At each pass, he went deeper, adding fingers. His thumb began flicking her clit. She cried out, shoving her hips toward his hand. "Asher, please," she whimpered.

"Please what, cher?"

"Fuck me."

He chuckled as he sheathed himself in a condom. Hooking her legs with his arms, he slowly slid inside. She bit her lip as he pulled out. Hooking her legs over his shoulders, he drove back into her. He moved slowly, teasing them both. Leaning down he sucked a nipple into his mouth as he fucked her at leisure. 

She tossed her head back and forth. "Faster," she panted. He grinned around her nipple. His tempo increased slightly. Moaning in frustration, she slipped a hand between them to massage her clit.

Feeling her quim clinch around him, he began to pound into her. Her back arched as her orgasm hit her. Pulling out Asher stroked himself until streams of cum shot out to cover her breasts and stomach. Kiera lifted her head, an eyebrow raised. He just smiled.  

*****

Hugh raised his head at the soft footfalls. Beth padded across the deck to the edge of the hot tub. She sat on the edge and let her feet dangle in the water. When she didn't get in or remove her shirt, he raised an eyebrow. She just smiled and kicked water his way. He rose. She followed the path of water droplets as they journeyed down his chest and stomach. His erection jutted out of the water. She licked her lips, anticipating his taste. Her gaze traveled back up over his torso to meet his eyes. He stalked toward her, cock bobbing with each step. 

Standing on the bench, her breasts came to eye level. He quickly doffed her shirt, leaving her bare to him. Lightly he traced over a nipple. Her quick intake of breath pushed her breasts into his waiting hands. His thumbs circled the nubs. He whorled his tongue around a distended peak, plucking and nibbling at it with his lips and teeth. The teasing continued on the other breast as she clutched his shoulders. She jumped when she felt his hand on her inner thigh. He caressed her legs, up one then down the other. She widened her stance in a subtle hint. His knuckles grazed her nether lips as he continued the caresses. She shuddered when cool air blew across her glistening nipples. With licks and nips, he traveled down her stomach.

"Sit down," he said, his voice coming out as a growl. She perched her ass on the edge of the tub then laid back. His hand cupped her mound, one digit slipping inside. He knelt on the bench, lifting her legs over his shoulders. She shuttered when he blew lightly on her clit then gasped as his mouth settled over it. His tongue circled the extended nub, flicked and stroked it. Her back bowed up off the deck. A finger joined the first, then another. Slowly he fucked her, pressing up against her walls. 

"Oh God," she moaned. Her hips lifted as he continued to stimulate her clit and G-spot at the same time. Soon she was screaming her orgasm, hands clenched in his hair. 

He rose up over her, water dripping onto her heated flesh. He glided his cock up and down her slit. The tip began to enter her ...

...When the doorbell rang. Beth opened her eyes. She glanced at the clock, which read four o'clock. Daylight streamed through her windows. Since she was off tonight and everyone was gone, she decided to indulge in a fantasy. Of course it would be interrupted. She scowled as the doorbell pealed again. Dragging on a long shirt, she stomped down the stairs. She threw open the door, and stopped.

Hugh turned at the sound of the door opening and smiled. Her flushed cheeks turned red when she saw him. His eyes traveled down her body, taking in the Betty Boop shirt that halted high up on her thighs and her red toenails.

"What're you doin' here?" she blurted out. Mortification blazed her cheeks. "I'm sorry. You shocked me."

"Amy said I could come over. Was I interrupting anything?"

"No," she squeaked. He raised an eyebrow. Crowding her until she moved back, he stepped inside and glanced around. 

"Where is everyone?"

"Work." She shifted from one foot to the other. "Can you gimme a minute?"

"Why?"

She glanced down at her bare legs. "To put some pants on." She turned and rushed up the stairs. She pulled open the closet door, dropping to her knees to find jeans, shorts, something. She froze when she felt a hand her ass.

"Now why would you want to cover this up?" Her eyes fell closed as she felt his tongue at the base of her spine. His fingers slipped down to her cleft. "Hm, has someone been naughty"

Beth looked guiltily over at her bed. Her vibrator lay in plain sight on her coverlet. Hugh followed her gaze. He chuckled. He walked over to the bed and retrieved the toy. A mischievous smile spread across his lips. He crooked his finger at her. "C'mere."

She licked her lips as she stood. "Um. ."

"We're just gonna play, Beth. Don't you wanna play?" His voice dropped to a husky whisper.

"Oh yeah."

"Take off your shirt and get on the bed." She crossed slowly, removing her shirt as she did. She sat on the edge. He shook his head. "On your knees." She did as he asked. "Was I interrupting something?"

"Yeah."

"Caught you playing with yourself, huh."

"Yeah." She jumped when she felt the dildo rub her vulva. Slowly it entered her, just the tip. Withdrawal then another inch until the whole thing was in her. 

"This is a beautiful sight; your pussy stretching to accommodate this fake dick." He quickly shed his clothes. He turned on the vibrator. Its hum filled the room. She moaned, her head falling onto the bed. Her fists clinched the covers. He pulled it out before inserting it again. "Mm. Truly lovely."

She felt the bed give way next to her. She lifted her head to find his pelvis near her shoulders. He shifted closer, widening her legs to slip his head between them. She moaned again when the tip of his tongue touched her clit. A few strokes had her climaxing.

When she was able to see again, she found his hips close by. It was his turn to groan as she engulfed his shaft. He continued to fuck her with the vibrator as his tongue danced in figure eights on her clit. Soon a second orgasm hit her.

Beth barely heard the toy hit the floor, hardly felt him move out from under her. Her breath caught when he entered her to the hilt. She gripped the blanket with both hands as he thrust, hard. His hands clenched at her waist. Reaching back, she touched his balls whenever he drove forward. With a final shove, she felt him spurt inside her. 

Hugh pried his fingers from her hips. While he casually pumped his soften erection into her pussy, his fingers plucked and stroked her clit, sending her into a third orgasm. They collapsed on the bed, their breathing heavy in the silent room. He rolled onto his back and closed his eyes. He felt her hands running up his legs to his stomach and chest. He opened his eyes to watch her. 

She smiled before engulfing his cock.

*****

Amy woke to lips nibbling at her ear. Giggling she opened her eyes to find Orlando stretched out beside her. He pulled her close and rubbed her stomach. 

"How was your nap?"

"Um. Short. What you been up to?"

He smiled. "Why do you ask that?"

"Cause you look like de cat dat ate de canary."

He gracefully stood and helped her up. "I want to show you something." They walked several blocks until they reached the end of the Quarter."

"Where to now?" she asked.

"This way." Onward they continued, turning onto St. Charles Avenue. After a several more blocks, he drew her to a halt before an enormous house.

"My God. It must take up de whole block. Why we stoppin'?"

"Do you like it?"

"It's big."

"Want to go inside?" He held out the key.

"Orly, why do you have de key?"

"Because I bought it an hour ago." He kissed the tip of her nose as he pulled her into his arms.

"You bought a house?"

He nodded. "For my girls."

"You bought me a house? Are you insane?"

"So, you want to go in?"

She slowly nodded her head. "You bought me a house."



Bru's Girls Ch. 13



"Do you know how to mix drinks?" Amy asked. She eyed the couple in front of her.

"No."

"Not really."

"An your agents spoke wit Asher?" They nodded. She sighed as she pushed her hair out of her face. "Jus' a minute." She waddled back to the office. "Asher, your celebrity bartenders are here an dey don't know how to mix drinks."

"Den let 'em serve." He didn't look up from the papers in front of him. 

"An have de rest of us do everyting else? Asher," she began.

"Amy, dey know how to take a top off a bottle. Show 'em how to mix easy drinks. De others can do de hard stuff."

"An what about me?"

He stood and rounded the desk. "You are stayin' off your feet. You're due in what, a week?" She nodded. "You can sit at de Bayou table or go upstairs an rest. I changed de sheets. An," he pushed her toward the door, "Orly's gonna be here. He can do de bar too."

"Fine. Whatever." She left to teach two actors how to pour drinks. Lorayne stopped her in the hall.

"Amy, Samira's here."

"Who?"

"My friend I told you about. You know, for your assistant."

"Oh. Where she at?"

"Bayou table."

"Do me a favor; go teach dose two how to mix." She stood there for a moment, rubbing her back before making her way to the bar's house table. "Samira, I'm Amy." Pretty, she thought. Long black hair, dark brown eyes. Asher will sit up and take notice.

"Here's my resume and my portfolio."

"Olan Mills. How tedious was dat?"

"Very, which is why I don't work there anymore."

"'Kay. Why move to New Orleans?"

She shrugged. "An adventure, a change of pace."

Amy nodded. "You're hired." She struggled out of the booth. "Come on, I'll show you how to get de house. I'm turnin' a coupla de rooms into studios so it'll be a mess wit everybody movin' tings. Dere's an extra room if you need a place."

*****

Jessica Biel smiled at Orlando Bloom. "Thank you so much for helping me. Amy's a little general, isn't she?" She looked over his shoulder to see their subject leaning her head back against the booth, eyes closed.

"This is her brother's baby. Hey, we have the basics. The rest of the girls are taking care of the Sex and Orgasms." He laughed when she punched him.

"Is she okay?" 

"Amy?" He glanced back. "Yeah, she's fine."

Jessica gave him an uncertain look before helping a customer.

"So," Kip Pardue said. "Do you have a boyfriend that would object?"

"Object to what?" Alyssa was propped up on the bar, watching the customers.

"If I fuck you."

She slowly straightened to face him. She gave him a look-over. "I don'. But then again it's not his call; it's mine."

"So," he said as his hip nudged hers. His breath tickled her ear when he whispered, "Wanna fuck?"

She looked out at the Bayou table. "Once an den I'm out de room?"

"I was actually thinking of several times over the course of the night. Do you have other plans?"

"Not pressin'. Your place or mine?"

"Mine."

She nodded. "The shift ends in an hour. Jessica's enjoyin' herself, so I'll trade wit her."

*****

Kip leaned against the hotel room door and watched Alyssa. She had removed her jacket when they entered the room; she threw it to a nearby chair. She sat on the edge of the bed and leaned back. She cocked her head to the side to watch him, waiting for him to make the first move.

Removing his jacket, he left it on the floor where it fell. He toed off his sneakers and padded over to stand before her. Silently he stripped down to his jockey shorts. Leaning down, he crowded her personal space, forcing her to lay back; he settled on top of her. Lightly he caressed her cheek before dipping to kiss her. Her tongue traced the seam of his lips, parting them. He deepened the kiss and ground his erection against her.

His hand skimmed down her side. He lifted off her to pull her shirt from her jeans. He watched as her stomach was bared. His fingers bumped over her ribs as he pushed the shirt higher. Soon he had her shirt off and across the room. He traced a finger over the lacy edge of her bra before pulling the cup down, exposing her nipple. He stared at it before leaning over and flicking it with his tongue. He gently rolled and squeezed its twin, causing her to moan.

Alyssa arched her hips in a silent plea. Kip's hand reversed its earlier journey across her ribs to her pants button. He tugged and the rasp of the zipper mingled with the sound of their breathing. He shifted so he could remove her jeans, leaving her panties in place.

*****

"What you still doin' here?" Asher asked Jessica a few hours later. They had a couple of more hours before they closed; business had slowed down.

"Alyssa and I traded. I'm closing."

He seemed to contemplate this for a moment. "Can you come back to de office when you're done?"

Jessica glanced over at Thi. "Am I in trouble?"

Thi shook her head. "Not de type to get a spankin' over."

She pondered for a moment. "I'm gonna get laid across the desk, aren't I?""More dan likely."

Jessica stepped into the restroom. She fluffed her hair, added lip gloss and adjusted her breasts to give them a fuller look. Checking her appearance one last time, she made her way to the office. She rapped on the door before walking in. Asher's head was bent. He looked up when the door closed.

"You wanted to see me?" she asked.

"Yeah. Why'd you switch wit my sister?"

She shrugged. "I was having fun and Kip asked her out. So I stayed and she left."

"Hmm." He leaned back in his chair. He watched as she slowly crossed the room, rounded the desk and sat on top of his paperwork. A smile slowly spread across his face. "De las' person dat sat on dat desk got royally fucked."

She leaned forward. "Is that a warning or a promise?"

"Oh, chere. It's definitely a promise. Dere's jus' one lil' ting."

"What?"

"Pass coupla fucks, I did all de work." He slowly unbuttoned his jeans. "If you wan' it, you gotta work for it." His dick lay semi-hard against his stomach. She smiled, sliding off the desk to her knees in front of him. She licked him from base to tip then swirled her tongue around the head. Slowly she lowered her head until he was engulfed in wet warmth. Her hand followed her head up his shaft. While mouth and hand worked in sync, her other hand massaged his scrotum, gently scratching the area behind them.

Jessica stood and quickly shed her panties. "Condom." He reached into a nearby drawer then handed her one. "I guess they weren't joking when they said this office has seen a lot of action," she said as she rolled down the condom. Straddling his hips, she lowered herself onto his prick. When he was fully inside her, she rolled her hips, causing both of them to moan. Her shirt flew over the desk.

She began to rise and fall, using her legs as leverage. After a few strokes, she ground on him, rubbing her clit against his pubic hair. He mouthed her breasts through her bra as she bounced on his lap. She reached between their bodies to finger her clit. She gave a small squeal and leaned back with her orgasm. He pumped into her until his own climax hit.

She fell forward, exhausted. His fingers danced up and down her back. She looked up when she felt her bra loosen. He shrugged at her raised eyebrow. She sighed and laid her head back down.

"What?" he asked.

"I was hoping to use the desk."

He laughed. "Gimme a minute an I'll fulfill dat wish."

*****

Alyssa tunneled her fingers in Kip's hair as he pleasured her with his mouth. With a last flick of his tongue, he rose up. After detangling her fingers, he pressed a kiss on each palm. He quickly unrolled a condom and blanketed her with his body. She opened her legs further, moaning as he entered her with one thrust.

He pulled back then surged forward, driving into her. He pulled her leg higher, altering his depth. She whimpered as he plunged deep. Her nails scored his back, wringing a groan from him. Rising up on his knees, he opened her legs wider. His thrusts became faster, harder as his climax neared. He ground his hips against her as he came, groaning. A hand snaked between them, his thumb stroking her clit. With a cry, she climaxed around him.

Alyssa gently eased from under Kip's arm. She quickly raced to the bathroom, forgetting to shut the door. With a shaking hand, she flushed the toilet and stood. Using a spare toothbrush, she brushed her teeth. After glancing rinsing her mouth, she reached for a towel and screamed. Kip stood in the door way, his boxers riding low on his hips.

"Everything okay?" he asked.

She nodded. "Jus' sometin I ate."

He held out his hand and led her back to bed.

*****

"Hey, Amy. Can you come up here a minute?" Alyssa called down the stairs.

Amy struggled off the couch, with the help of Orlando and Beth. At the base of the stairs, she took a breath before climbing. "Dis better be good, Lyssa. I can't haul my fat ass up an down dese stairs." She entered her sister's room, going straight into the bathroom. She sat on the edge of the tub, her leg nudging Alyssa's shoulder. "What is it?" she asked in concern. 

Alyssa looked up, her face white. "I ain't been feeling well de pas' coupla days, so. . ." She held up a stick. She laid her head on her sister's rounded stomach. "It never crossed my mind."

Amy stared at the two pink lines. "Did you time it for de right amount of time?"

"As soon as I peed on it, two lines show up. What am I gonna do, Amy?"

"Go to de doctor for one. After he tells you yes, you tell de daddy." She paused. "Who's de daddy?" Silence stretched. "Lyssa?"

"I'm pretty sure it's Micah."

"But?"

"I had sex wit Elijah too."

"De same day?"

"De next morning. Ew." She sat up. "I tink de tub's leakin'."

"No, dat was me. My water jus' broke."

"Oh my God." She jumped up and ran to the door. "Orly!" she shouted.

"Alyssa, calm down. I'm not havin' contractions yet." She pushed herself up off the tub. Orlando came through the door. 

"What happened?"

"My water broke. I'm gonna take a shower."

"You're going to the hospital."

"Orly," she said as she cupped his face. "I ain't hurtin' an I need to clean up. I'm fine."

Amber Rose Bloom was born on December 21, 2003 at 5:00 am, weighing 7lb 4oz and 19 inches long.



Bru's Girls Ch. 14



January 2004

"Another celebrity bartending weekend," Nicki said. "Yeehaw."

"Got to admit, Asher's a genius, usin' his connection trew Orly an' de others," Beth said. "Brings in a crowd durin' slow times."

"Who's here dis week?" Thi asked.

"Ryan Gosling an' Dom."

"Has Alyssa tol' him yet? Dat's she pregnant?"

"Why?" Nicki asked. "Baby ain't his." Thi and Beth gave her a look. "What?"

"Don' you tink dat he might wanna know as her friend?" Beth asked before leaving.

"Really, Nick. Not everytin's about sex."

"Hi." They turned at the voice.

"Hey yourself," Nicki said.

"I'm Ryan. I was told to ask for Asher."

"Course. Thi, go get Asher."

"Actually Asher's at de store," Patience said. "You Ryan?" He nodded. "You'll be wit Alyssa tonight. I'll show you de basics."

"Damn," Nicki muttered as they walked to the other side of the bar.



"How come you're wearing shorts in January?" Ryan asked. Midnight drew close; most of the patrons had left, leaving only handfuls of customers.

"Body shots," Patience replied. At his frown, she held up a finger and strolled to a table of guys. "Hey, Raoul."

The guy with black hair looked up. "Patty, where you at?"

"Two for one body shots for de next five minutes."

His eyes perked up. "Wit?"

"Me an' whoever."

"Amy."

"Ain't here. You know she jus' had a baby."

"Damn. New girl." He pointed to Lorayne.

"Meet you at de bar." She called Lorayne over. The guys helped them onto the bar while Beth set up the shots. Both girls bared their midriffs and had limejuice rubbed on their navels back, they placed a lime wedge in their mouths. Beth salted their stomachs then set a shot glass between each of their legs. She counted down for Raoul and Toby, the first ones up for shots.

"One, two, tree."

They grabbed the shot glasses with their mouths, tipped their heads back and downed the tequila. Next they licked the salt and grabbed the lime; their hands remained behind their backs. After the other two took their turns, Beth handed Patience and Lorayne a wet wipe. They jumped down with help from Ryan and Raoul.

"Dat's why we wear shorts," Patience said, continuing their conversation. "It's a lot easier to wipe liquor off bare skin dan jeans."

"True. What time does your shift end?"

"Two."

"What are you doing after work?"

She cocked her head to the side. "Depends."

"On?"

"If you axin' me out."

"That I am. Is there any particular place you want to go?"

"Well," she said, moving closer. "We could go to Zydeko's, a dance club a few blocks away."

"Or?" he prompted. She shrugged. "How bout we go back to your place and do a couple of those body shots?" His voice has dropped to a whisper.

"Jus' de shots?" Her tone matched his.

"Maybe more." He winked and went to help the next customer.

"Daymn," Lorayne said. "I thought the two of you would catch the bar on fire." Patience smiled before going to check on her tables.

"Here we are," Patience said as she unlocked the door. 

"Do you have roommates?" Ryan asked.

"Some of de girls from de bar." She led him up to her room. "I'll go get what we need." When she returned, she stopped just inside the door. "You been busy."

He grinned. He had spread towels over her bed. "We don't want to ruin your bed."

"Everytin washes," she said as she set down the salt, limes, shot glasses and bottle of tequila.

"Are you guys always stocked?"

She laughed. "I brought de lime from de bar. We usually have salt an' tequila on hand for margaritas." Slipping off her shoes, she climbed onto the bed. She pulled up her shirt, baring her midriff.

Sitting next to her, he prepped her for the shot. "I noticed that most of you had your navels pierced."

"It was a welcome home for Lorayne. She was born here, but moved away when she was five. She moved back a few monts ago."

"How are you related?"

"My mom, her dad an' Asher's dad are brothers an' sister."

"Amy and Alyssa are Asher's sisters?"

"Yeah. Dere's nine of dem."

He paused in the act of placing the shot between her legs. "You're joking."

"Nope. Some of our family took de verse 'go forth an' multiply' seriously."

He chuckled. "And you?"

"Jus' a brother."

He handed her the lime. "Ready?" She nodded as she placed the piece of citrus between her lips.

Her eyes widened as she watched him. He didn't just take the shot glass and drink; he nibbled and caressed the area around the glass with his lips. His tongue snaked out and licked the rim, and her legs around the edges of the glass. He grabbed the glass with his teeth first, his lips closing over them. He downed the shot and dropped the empty tumbler on the bed. Moving on to her stomach, he licked the salt. His tongue dipped into her navel, flicking at the crescent moon that hung there. His eyes caught hers when he took the fruit from her. Her breathing was ragged by the time he spit out the rind.

"Your turn," he said as he stood and stripped down to his boxer-briefs. She rolled over so he could lay on the towels. Turning around, she rubbed a lime on his abs and poured some salt in the juice. Her hands shook as she poured the shot. Her gaze met his when she placed the lime between his lips. His teeth nipped at her fingers. Positioning the shot glass, she looked at the picture he made. Oh yum, she thought.

He was stretched out, his thighs clutching the glass, his hands behind his head, watching her. His underwear tented up from his erection. Taking a deep breath, she bent over and placed her lips around the shot glass; the hairs on his legs tickled her lips. With one gulp, the liquor burned down her throat. She swiped her tongue over his stomach; his dick twitched against her arm and the feel of her tongue on his body. She focused her attention on the lime. Her teeth bit into its flesh, its juices flooding her mouth with its tartness. She pulled back, the lime clutched between her teeth.

Ryan's eyes had darkened to a slate blue. Patience gulped, waiting for his next move. He sat up and removed the rind, replacing it with his mouth. His hand cupped the back of her head as he gently stroked her tongue with his. He broke the kiss and leaned back.

"One more shot?" he asked, his voice husky. She nodded. "You have to strip for this one." She raised an eyebrow and climbed off the bed. He watched as she stripped down to bare skin. She got back on the towels and waited for him.

"Two shot?"

"Don't worry, I'll be able to function." He grabbed a lime wedge and rubbed its juices on her nipples then the salt. One wedge went into her mouth, the other between her legs. She could feel the flesh fit snuggly next to her outer lips. "A full body shot," he said smiling. He winked before dipping his head for the first shot. She gasped as his mouth enclosed over a nipple. His tongue rimmed her areola then flicked the bud. He removed the lime from her mouth.

He downed the second shot and kissed her. She tasted the tangy tequila as their tongues stroked and caressed. He pulled back to lick the salt off her other breast. He took care to clean every inch of her breast. He licked down her stomach, tugged on her navel ring before pausing at her nether curls. She closed her eyes when his tongue slipped between her still-closed legs. It barely brushed against her clit, but it felt as if an electric charge went up her spine. He parted her legs slightly to get at the lime.

She tilted her hips up as his tongue slid into her slit. Abandoning the lime, he widened her legs, licking and sucking at her pussy. She threw her head back when he delved into her opening. Blindly she tugged his shorts down, freeing his dick. Tilting her head, she swallowed his cock. He groaned against her clit then attacked the pleasure nub. She squealed as he flicked and sucked. Her legs closed around his head. He removed his head and sat up. In a deft move, he shucked his underwear and moved on top of her. 

"Dere's a condom in de bathroom," she rasped. He reached under the pillow and pulled out the sheath.

"Found them when you were downstairs." He leaned back, quickly rolled down the condom and covered her. Positioning her legs over his arms, he entered her in one stroke. "Holy hell," he muttered. He slowly pulled out.

She grabbed his ass and jerked him forward. "Hard an' fasted," she panted. "Next time you can go slow."

He grinned. "Yes, ma'am." 

He pulled back and slammed forward. He started slow, hips pistoning. Splayed as she was, each stroke in dragged against her clit. His strokes rapidly increased. Their breathing grew ragged. Her head was thrown back, her nails scoring his back. He bit down on her exposed neck.

"Ohgodohgodohgod," she shrieked as she came around his cock. He groaned at he the heat that engulfed him. With a final lunge, he buried himself inside her. He ground his hips against hers, rubbing her clit. She screamed as another orgasm washed through her. He rolled off her, pulling her with him. Their breathing gradually returned to normal.

"You know, I can never give another body shot witout tinkin' of dis," she said when she could talk again.

He laughed. "That was my whole intention."

*****

"Hey guys," Amy said as she neared the bar. Asher and Thi looked up.

"What de fuck," Asher said and rounded the bar. "You brought de baby into de bar. You gonna have Chil' Services on your ass."

"As long as I nurse, she goes where I go." She helped get Amber out of the baby pouch. He walked around the bar, showing off the youngest member of the family while Amy sat at the bar.

"Aw. She's cute. I'm Joey."

"Joey Lauren Adams. You know I shouldn' get star struck any more, but damn. De traffic dat comes tru here. I'm Amy, Asher's sister."

"How old is she?"

"One mont. Tank God for my mom an' my sisters. Wit my schedule an' her, I feel as if I barely sleep." She took the baby from her brother. "Come by tomorrow. I'd love to shoot you." With a wave they were out the door.

"That was sweet," Joey said after Amy left. "Looking after your niece like that."

Asher shrugged. "She's my only niece. My older sister has two boys, my brother tree."

"You have three sisters and a brother?"

"Nope. Four sisters an' four brothers."

"Nine of you? Holy crap."

He smiled. "We're Catholic an' Cajun."

"So what time does this place close?"

"During de winter, around two. Your shift ends at eleven."

"What time do you leave?"

"I don'. My apartment's upstairs."



"Asher, phone."

"Brouchard," he answered.

"Mr. Brouchard, you have a very eclectic taste."

"True, Ms. Adams. How you know my tastes?"

"Well, currently I'm admiring your video collection. Comedies mixed in with action. And what is this? 10 Things I Hate About You. Interesting."

"What? It's a good movie an' Julia Stiles is hot."

"Uh-huh."

"You upstairs?"

"Uh-huh."

"Gimme a sec." He hung up the phone. "Patience, you an' Lorayne close up. See you tomorrow." He was out the back door and up the stairs in a minute. He opened the French doors and walked into his living room. The sound of blues flooded through the room. Quietly he closed the door and leaned against it. Currently Joey was bent over to look at something on the lower shelves. Her skirt raised up to the bottom of her ass. Hearing his footsteps, she straightened and turned.

"Mr. Brouchard, you're home early."

"Ms. Adams, dere a price to pay for trespassin'." She started backing up as he moved in on her.

"There is? Even if the door's unlocked?"

"Uh-huh." Her back hit the wall. He closed in on her.

"What's the fee?"

"You. Naked." He leaned down and captured her mouth. Her fingers dug into his hair as his dived underneath her skirt. She felt a sharp tug on her thong. With a faint snap the elastic broke. They reached for his belt at the same time, their fingers entangling. She broke the kiss, laughing.

"Laughter no good at time like dis, cher," he growled.

"I'll take care of your pants while you get a condom." She loosened his belt and tugged down the zipper, freeing his erection. "Umm, commando."

He quickly donned the condom and lifted her up. She wrapped her legs around his waist. With one swift thrust, he was inside. He withdrew then surged back in. Her heat surrounded him like a velvet glove. He shifted his position and began rotating his hips with every thrust.

"Oh God, yes," she gasped. Each stroke scraped her clit, stimulating the small bundle of nerves. She clamped her inner muscles around his cock, causing him to growl. "More."

He pounded into her, giving her what she asked for. She screamed and shuddered as she climaxed. His teeth scraped her ear and neck as he whispered to her in French. Another orgasm hit her when he bit and tugged her nipple through her shirt. With a groan, he ground into her, filling the condom with semen.

"Oh my God," she said. "Where are we going?" He was carrying her to the farthest door.

"Bed. I gotta taste dat sweet li'l pussy of yours."

*****

February

Amy surveyed the scene before her. The woman was draped over the lounge, a few swaths of silk strategically placed on her. It was a great shot, very sexy. Unfortunately, the woman was too tense. She raised her eyes to meet her subject's.

"Amy, are you sure bout dis?" She nibbled on her bottom lip.

"Quit dat. Yeah I am. Bobby's gonna die when he sees dem pictures. He's comin' in on Saturday for his." She clicked off a few shots.

"I'm fat, Amy."

She looked up from her camera. "You ain't fat, Charmaine. You fleshy."

"An' you don' help. You lost your baby weight in what, tree monts?" 

"Two actually. Charmaine, has Bobby seen you naked?"

"Yeah."

"An' what he do? Not in graphic detail," she said quickly.

"Well," Charmaine began. Amy kept her in conversation while she took pictures from various angles. Nearing the end of the hour, Samira appeared in the doorway. She waved at her boss then pointed into the house. Amy nodded.

"Hey, Charmaine. We done. Get dressed an' Samira's gonna pull up your pictures. I gotta take a call." She and Samira walked toward the front of the house. 

"I'm sorry to interrupt but there's a guy here to see you."

"Dat's fine. We were finished anyway." She saw the guy in profile as he stared at a picture across from the stairs. She frowned. "Karl?" He turned at the sound of his name and smiled. She closed the distance to give him a hug and a kiss on the cheek. "What you doin' here? Your appointment ain't till next week."

"I need to reschedule. I have to be in Wellington on Tuesday." 

"So here you are. Have you met Samira yet?"

"Yeah. Where's Amber?"

"Upstairs, asleep."

"That's amazing," he said, motioning to the large picture on the wall.

"Samira did it. Good, huh? You go on up to de nursery; I'll be dere in a minute."

Alyssa picked up the phone. "'Lo?"

"Hey Alyssa, its Elijah. Can you come pick me up at the airport?"

She frowned. "It's six o'clock on a Friday night an you want me to come get you at de airport. Have you lost your fuckin' mind? It's gonna take me at least two hours to get out dere."

"I land in an hour and a half."

"Take a cab or rent a car."

"Please? I'm giving you the puppy dog face."

She burst out laughing at the picture. She sighed and grabbed a pen. "What gate?" She just hung up the phone when Amy stepped into the living room. "Wow. You look good."

The older Brouchard wiped her hands on her dress. "You tink so?" She turned around. "I ain't put dis on in monts. I tink I'm gonna change." Before she could leave the room, the doorbell rang. The sisters look at each other.

"If you tink I'm climbin' dose stairs, tink again," Alyssa said. "He's your date."

Amy huffed. "Fine." She walked slowly down the stairs to the front door. Taking a calming breath, she opened it to find Karl on the stoop. "Hi."

He looked up when the door opened. "Wow." She was wearing a gray sheath dress with black heels. "You look good."

"Tanks. Where we goin'?" 

"I found a seafood restaurant over on St. Charles Avenue earlier. I thought we'd go there."

Alyssa tapped her foot impatiently. She had been standing at the gate for forty-five minutes and Elijah still hadn't shown up. She wasn't about to page him over the intercom. She rubbed her stomach before stretching. Arms circled around her waist, hands spread over the baby. She growled, "If you don' wanna draw back a nub, I suggest you let me go."

"Why, when you smell so good?"

She whirled around and pushed him away. "You scared me half to deaf!" Her language switched from English to French as she swatted at Elijah. He backed up, laughing. Grabbing her hand, he pulled her close. "What are you doin'?"

"Saying a proper hello." He lowered his head and captured her lips. When she gave a surprised gasp, he took advantage to deepen the kiss. With a small moan, she stroked her tongue against his. When they parted, he touched his head to hers. "What you say to us gettin' outta here."

"My pleasure."

"I've got a surprise for you."

"What?" She felt someone slide against her back.

"Me," Dom said.

-----

"I am so sick an' tired of blowjobs. Nobody gets a blowjob until I get licked," Nicki stated as she placed her tray on the bar. 

"That's just eww," Thi said.

"What are you talkin' about?" Beth asked. She loaded up Thi's tray, then Nicki's.

"Do you realize I haven't been eaten out in over a year, an' dat wasn't even good. No more givin' till I receive." She turned and nearly ran into to Sean Bean. Skirting him, she delivered her drinks. Back at the bar, she continued her rant. "I mean, come on. Is it so hard to stick out your tongue an' wiggle it? We have to engulf a shaft dat's at least tree inches round an' six inches long."

"What's wrong, sweetheart? Not satisfied?" Sean asked.

"I don' tink I've ever been fully satisfied." She pouted.

"Poor you." He rubbed her back. "I have an idea. Why don't I come over after you get off and help you with your problem?" She nodded.

"Whacha doin' here any way?" Beth asked him after Nicki left.

"Photo shoot. 

-----

"I had a great time tonight," Amy told Karl. They were standing on her front porch. He reached out and captured a curl, twirling it around his finger.

"It doesn't have to end now." He closed the distance between them. His lips met hers. His tongue lightly traced the seam of her lips, parting them. She sighed as the kiss deepened. His arms encircled her waist, pulling her up against him. He broke the kiss and leaned his forehead against hers. "Unless you want to give your neighbors a show, I suggest we go inside."

She smiled. "Righ' dis way." She opened the door and led him inside. They quietly ascended the stairs. The door shut with a soft click. A lamp cast a subtle illumination in the room. Blues was playing faintly from the stereo.

Amy smoothed her dress over her hips. "I'm anxuly feelin' shy," she admitted to Karl. "I ain't had sex since Amber was born."

He smiled and began disrobing. He kicked off his shoes then pulled his shirt out of his slacks. Her breath hitched as each button revealed more of his body, her gaze flowing down his pecs to his abs, all well sculpted. She knew he was fit, but daymn he looked good. A corner of his mouth lifted in a smirk. He shrugged off the shirt and threw it towards the rocking chair. His belt followed his shirt. His pants opened with a flick of his wrist. The white band of his jockey short glowed against his skin. The pants skimmed down his legs to pool around his ankles. He stepped out of them. He stood there in his skivvies and socks.

"Still nervous?" he asked.

She shook her head, walking towards him. "Never nervous." He quickly stripped off his socks as she shortened the distance between them. He straightened when she stopped a foot from him. Reaching out, she skimmed her hands over his shoulders, down his chest. She paused to circle his nipples with her thumbs. His eyes closed when her nails scraped across the sensitive nub. Her hands continued their exploration along his stomach. They halted briefly at the waistband of his underwear before moving on. She traced his erection through the thin cotton. The material grew damp from precum. He hooked his thumbs in the band and slowly slid them down his legs.




Bru's Girls Ch. 14



He pulled her against him, sealing his mouth to hers. Their hands bumped and entangled as they stripped her. Soon she found herself flat on her back in the middle of her bed with her ankles on his shoulders and her knees by her ears. She gasped as his sheath-covered cock slid into her. He gritted his teeth until his balls rested against her ass. Then he began to move.

Her breaths became pants. With each forward stroke, his dick hit her cervix. The back slide hit the sweet spot. Her fingers clutched at his ass. Their harsh breathing mingled with the music playing, punctuated by moans.

"Christ Jesus," Karl muttered. His pace quickened. A forward thrust and Amy saw stars. She stiffened, a cry escaping from between her lips. He groaned and ground his pelvis against hers. He shook with the force of his orgasm. After a few moments, he lowered her legs and rolled off her. Through half-opened eyes, she watched as he walked to the bathroom on unsteady legs. She smiled and stretched, then winced.

"What is it?"

"Jus' a twinge." She rubbed her abdomen. He moved her hand to stare at the still-healing scar. He placed light kisses along it before lying down. He pulled her into his arms, his hand stroking her back in light caresses. Soon both were asleep.

-----

Nicki stepped from the shower and wrapped a towel around her. She entered her room, glancing around. Lit candles lined her dresser and nightstand while mellow jazz played softly. Sean met her with a glass of wine. She took a sip, watching him over the edge of the glass. He slowly unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it on a nearby chair.

"Now what?" she asked. Reaching out, he pulled the towel off of her, letting it scrape across her skin. He laid it in the middle of the bed.

"Lay down on your stomach." She raised her eyebrow at the request before crawling onto the mattress. She stretched out, resting her head on her arms. A drop of warm oil trailed down her spine. Hands followed the oil, spreading it out along her ribs and shoulders. In strong strokes, he rubbed the oil into her back and down her arms. His fingers brushed the underside of her breasts. More oil was spread down her legs. Feet, calves and thighs were treated to the light massage. As he worked the oil into her thighs, his knuckles grazed her pussy lips. She widened her legs, giving him a subtle hint. He chuckled. "Time to roll over."

She rose up on her knees, thrusting her ass into the air as she stretched. She glanced over her shoulder to find a smirk on his face. He motioned for her to turn over. She sighed and laid down on her back. She raised her arms above her head and arched her back. She looked at him through half-lidded eyes with a pout on her mouth. "Is all dis necessary?"

He crawled up the bed to straddle her hips. "It's called seduction, lass. It makes all the difference in the orgasm." He dribbled some oil between her breasts and down her stomach. He began to rub the oil into her skin. His nimble fingers kneaded her breasts, rolled her nipples until they stood erect. He pushed them together. Leaning down, his tongue flicked the tight nubs. She moaned and arched her back, thrusting her tits closer to his mouth. He laughed, sending a gust of air across her skin.

Lazily, he worked his way down her body. A nip, a lick, a kiss; down to her navel. Grasping the ring with his teeth, he gently pulled on her piercing before dipping his tongue into the indention. A sharp intake of breath concaved her stomach. The journey continued. 

Sean stretched out on top of Nicki's legs, scooting down until his face was even with her hairless muff. Starting at the apex of her legs, he gradually licked up the crease to her hip on one side then the other. She wiggled and squirmed at the ticklish sensations of his tongue and stubble. She gasped as that wicked tongue delved in to the seam of her nether lips, the stubble on his chin abrading the sensitive skin. She cried out when he flicked her clit with the tip of his tongue. She squirmed, trying to get her legs out from under him to spread them open. He lent his full weight on her to keep her still. Her hips bucked with every graze of his tongue. Soon her whole body was tingling and shaking with her impending orgasm. And he stopped.

She opened her eyes to stare blankly at the ceiling. She gulped in air to her starving lungs. "What de fuck?" she barely managed to ask. "If I could move I'd kick your ass."

"Why would you do that, luv?" He shifted his position, draping her legs over his shoulders. "You would be missing out."

"On what? You ain't done nothin' yet." She squealed as two fingers plunged inside. A few more deep thrusts had her back arching, her scream echoing through the room. She laid there boneless for seemingly endless moments. When a coherent thought could form in her mind, she raised her head to look at him. "Oh my God. Dat was de best orgasm I've had in a while."

A small smile tilted the corners of his mouth. Keeping his eyes locked with hers, he kissed the inside of each thigh then her mons before snaking his tongue out to swirl around her clit and twisting his hand. Her eyes crossed. "You really didn't think I was finished, did you luv?"

-----

Hearing a click and a whir, Amy cracked an eye open. Not trusting what she was seeing, she opened the other eye and raised her head. Orlando was leaning against the wall, one of her cameras in his hands. He snapped another picture before crossing the room. The bed dipped under his weight as he sat near her head.

"Whacho doin' here?" she asked, her voice husky.

"Everybody's schedule was moved up. We have pick-ups starting on Saturday." 

The body behind her shifted. Kisses were lightly placed along her shoulders and spine. A hand moved between her legs, rubbing intimate places.

"Ya'll set me up," she said. 

"Just a little," Karl whispered in her ear. 

Orlando scooted down on the bed to join them, his hand joining Karl's.

*****

March

Mardi Gras

Thi wiped down the bar and blew her bangs out of her eyes. She and Beth were manning the bar during the slow period. Everyone else was out on the streets of New Orleans, enjoying the last bits of Mardi Gras. She looked up as the crowd pollution of outside entered the quiet bar. The guy standing in the door was talking to someone outside before shutting the door. He glanced up to find her watching her. He smiled.

"Hi."

"Hi."

"How come you're not busy?"

"Everybody's out dere." Oh Lord, she thought as he drew closer. He took the barstool right in front of her.

"I'm Jon."

"I know. I'm Thi."

"You don't seem to be enjoying this fine Mardi Gras day."

She smiled. "I enjoyed it plenty yesterday."

"Hey, Thi. Let's get outta here," Beth said. She rounded the corner and stopped short. "Sorry. Didn' realize we still had a customer."

"You go. I'll see you at home."

"Gotcha." She closed the door behind her and locked it.

"You're closed?" Jon asked.

"Yeah. We close early on certain days." She placed a bottle of beer in front of him.

"What's this?"

"Abita beer. Made here in N'Awlins."

Jon glanced around the bar. Standing he began to walk around, looking at the pictures. Thi followed his progress. He stopped to look at several of the photos. He pointed to the one hanging over the Bayou table. "Who's this?"

"Amy Brouchard an' her daughter, Amber. Amy's brother owns de bar."

"Is that Orlando Bloom with them?"

"Yeah. He's Amber's daddy."

He finished the tour by coming behind the bar. He placed his arms on either side of her, trapping her between him and a cooler. He leaned forward to nuzzle along her neck. "Can anybody see inside?"

"Not really. Why?"

"Because I'm up for something." He brushed his hips against her ass. "Are you?" She nodded. "I have a confession to make; I'm an exhibitionist. The thought of fucking you here, now, and anyone can see us, has me so hard."

She groaned and pressed back against him. With quick fingers, he hand her pants and underwear around her ankles. She kicked off her shoes then her jeans. She turned around. His pants were unfastened, his dick out. He slowly stroked himself as she hopped onto the cooler and spread her legs. With his free hand, he petted her nether lips, his fingers delving inside to test her readiness. They came out, slick, to circle her clit. He stepped forward, repeating the motion with his dick. She moaned her head falling back. Slowly he slid inside, burying himself to the hilt.

"Raise your shirt."

She pulled her shirt up and dragged the cups of her bra down. Her nipples beaded from exposure. He leaned over to capture one of the buds between his teeth. He nipped gently, his tongue swirling to take away the sting. He held her legs wide. He slid back and forth, pulling nearly all the way out before slowly entering her again. She palmed her tits, tugging and rolling her nipples.

"Oh yeah," he muttered as he increased his pace. Soon he was banging into her. The cooler she was seated on thumped on the floor in time with his strokes. He sucked a nipple into his mouth and bit down. Thi screamed and bucked against him as her orgasm hit. Jon swiveled his cock into her, riding out her climax before coming into her depths.

His movements slowed down then stilled. He pulled out. Grabbing a nearby towel, he wiped their juices off his dick. He handed her the towel to clean up while he adjusted his clothes. She hopped off the cooler and grabbed her jeans. When she bent over, he slid his hand over her ass and into her sopping pussy.

"If only I had all night," he said. "I would love to get my tongue in there." He nipped at her hip before removing his hand. With a salute he was out the door.

"Well damn," she muttered. She dressed quickly. As she rounded the bar, she screamed when a shadow moved. Asher stood with his arms across his chest. "I tought you were out dere." She gestured to the hoard outside.

"I'm leavin' now. Nice display." Her face turned red. "I saw a few cameras flashin'. Course I wasn' spectin' to see dat in my bar, else I woulda had mine."

*****

"Hey Amy," Beth called out as she walked into the door. "Where you at?"

"Office."

She turned right, walked through the studio and into Amy's office. She found her friend packing her camera bag. "Where you off to?"

"Photo shoot."

"Wit who?" She was about to sit on the corner of the desk when Amy answered, "Trace Atkins." She nearly hit the floor.

"You're joking."

"No why?" She finally looked up.

"Need any help?" Beth asked hopefully.

Standing Amy looked at one of her best friends. "You want to come wit me to a photo shoot where you'll be bored to deaf because why?"

"One of de hottest country stars is gonna be in front of your camera. My God, woman, do you know what he looks like?"

"Yeah I seen him. How come you ain't goin' to de concert tomorrow?"

"Sold out, an' I gotta work." She pouted.

"Oh good God, here." Amy handed Beth an envelope. "Two tickets an' backstage passes. I'll get Mama to baby sit an' I'll take your shift."

"Oh tank you, Amy." She jumped up and hugged her friend. "Thi's right, you got connections."

"No, it's part of my pay."

"So, can I come wit you?"

She sighed. "Let's go."

"So," Beth began as they drove toward River Road. "I heard Karl an' Orly were in town a coupla weeks ago."

"You heard right."

"An'?"

"An' what?"

"Alyssa said dat de tree of you were makin' some noise."

"I don' see how she coulda heard us wit de noise her, Dom an' Elijah were makin'."

"Were you walkin' funny de next mornin'?"

"Lyssa more dan me." She pulled into Oak Alley. "Okay, no squealin' like a school girl when you see him. You part of Amy Lynn Photography."

"I ain't gonna squeal." She received a look as the car was turned off. "Okay, maybe a little."

They exited the car and made their way over to the main house. Trace's manager met them to discuss possible sites. Beth wandered the grounds while Amy set up.

"Ms. Towns." She turned to see the manager trotting over to her. "Ms. Towns, Trace would like to meet you."

"He would?"

He nodded. "Second floor, third bedroom on the right." She set off towards the house.

"Hey Beth, where you at?" Amy called.

"Gonna look around inside."

Amy glanced at the house. Her subject was standing in an upstairs window. "No bareback," she said in French.

"Oui, maman," was Beth's reply. With a wave, she entered the house. She nervously wiped her hands on her shorts as she climbed the stairs. She knocked on the third bedroom door then walked in. Trace Atkins was standing by the window, his back to the room. 

"Mr. Atkins, I'm Beth. You wanted to see me?"

He tuned to face her. "Hey darlin'. I have a little problem I need your help with." He motioned her closer. Closing the door, she moved farther into the room. Unconsciously she moistened her lips. His blond hair fell loose down his back. The sunlight streamed in to highlight his toned chest and abs. Only a low-slung towel kept him decent.

"What problem?"

He sat in a nearby chair. With a flick of his wrist, the towel uncovered his crotch. "This. I can't have pictures made sporting wood. What will fans say?"

"Holy hell," she muttered. "You want me to ride you?" She gradually crossed the room.

"No. Suck me."

She fell to her knees before him. Grasping the root, she licked up his shaft, her tongue swirling around its mushroom head. She repeated the motion, using lips and teeth. His head fell back with an audible groan as she stroked the length of his cock. She laved and gently sucked his balls, mouthing one then the other. Her tongue snaked out to trace the line that ran from perineum to shaft.

Slowly she lowered her head, her lips surrounding the tip. The head of his dick disappeared into her mouth. Soon he was touching the back of her throat. He groaned and gripped the arms of the chair. She raised her head, slowly revealing each shiny inch of him. Again she lowered her head. Changing the angle. Her teeth grazed along his shaft. One hand stroked him while the other massaged his balls; a fingernail lightly scraped the length of the perineum. 

With just the crown in her mouth, she began to hum. She lessened the full-length strokes to last few inches. His hips came off the chair; his fingers tunneled into her hair.

"That's it, darlin'." He pumped into her mouth. Her teeth raked the V on the underside of his dick each time he slid out. The hand on his balls crept lower. When she suck hard, a finger slipped inside his ass and pressed against his magic button. He came with a yell, flooding her mouth. She quickly swallowed then continued to suck on him as his dick deflated. When he hung limp, she stood and wiped at her lips.

He stood slowly. Taking her hand, he placed a light kiss on each knuckle. "What are you doin' tomorrow night?"

"Comin' to see you. Amy gave me her tickets."

He smiled. "Be sure to come backstage afterwards." He kissed her tenderly on the lips. 

*****

Alyssa slouched on the bar. Feeling a nudge at her side, she glanced up at Beth. She sighed and let her head fall back down.

"What's got you down?"

"Amy's gone."

"You should be happy dat Amber's goin' to meet Orly's parents." She placed two beers on Lorayne's tray and waved her off. "Besides, have you seen who's here tonight?" They both glanced over to the celebrity bartender of the week, Jake Gyllenhaal. "He fine."

"Den go get him."

"He's lookin' at you, hon."

"Yeah, right." She straightened up. "I gotta go. Dis baby's pressin' on my bladder."

Hearing the bathroom door open, Alyssa glanced up to see Jake closing the door. She stood in shock as he moved closer. He leaned over and pressed his lips to her neck. His hands cupped her breasts, his thumbs grazing her nipples through shirt and bra. He pressed his erection against her ass. His hand slid down her stomach. He paused there, molding her clothes to her to see the growing baby. Their eyes met in the mirror.

She turned around and threw her arms around his neck. Their mouths fused together, tongues entangling. His hands skimmed up her thighs, dragging her skirt up to bunch around her waist. She gasped and tore her mouth away when two of his fingers slid easily inside her pussy.

"Oh Jesus," she moaned, rocking her hips forward. "Wait. We in de batroom. Somebody could come in."

Jake's lips stilled their exploration of her collarbone. He looked up. "Wrap your legs around me." Bending down he lifted her until she could lock her ankles behind his back. Turning he walked to the last stall. He locked the door before putting her back against the wall. He quickly unzipped his pants. Pulling her panties to the side, his cock slid slowly inside her. His mouth fused to hers as he slid out then back in. He tilted her hips forward. She moaned into his mouth as each stoke scraped her clit. 

He broke the kiss and laid his head on her shoulder. "I don't think I can go slow."

"Den don'." He pulled back and slammed into her. Then the door opened. He stilled all movement. He raised his head to look at her.

Alyssa smiled then squeezed her inner muscles. His eyes darkened as her pussy contracted around his dick. Her muscles relaxed then contracted again. Release, squeeze, release. He sucked on her neck to keep from moaning. Slowly he began to pump into her, teasing them both. She bit her lip. "Harder," she whispered in his ear. His hips banged against hers; he kept his pace slow. She groaned in the back of her throat. She tried to move to the tempo she needed, but he gripped her hips tightly.

"Jake," she whimpered. "Faster." 

"Someone might hear."

"I don' care."

He pounded into her, not caring who was in the next stall. After a few strokes her muscles tightened. Her head fell forward on to his shoulder. His shirt muffled her moans. With one thrust, he groaned. He began to shake from the force of his orgasm. Before his knees gave way, he lowered her legs to the floor. He took her lips in a deep kiss, his body full against hers. His softened dick slipped out. They quickly straightened their clothes.

"Is it clear?" he asked. She peeked around the door into the hallway.

"Do you care?" 

"Not really." He grabbed her hand and threw the door open. Lorayne glanced up at the noise; her mouth fell at the sight of Alyssa and Jake coming out of the women's restroom. Her gaze followed them into the bar and out the door. 

*****

April

Asher glanced over his wait staff and rubbed his forehead. Thank God it was almost Easter weekend; just one more fucking week and Lent was over. This no sex bet was going to kill him. What on God's green earth made him take that bet? Oh yeah, a lot of beer. "Okay, guys. Dis is another celebrity weekend. Tonight Wentworth Miller an' Dominic Purcell are behind de bar wit Patience, Nicki an' Thi. Everyone else has tables."

"Who's Wentworth Miller an' Dominic Purcell?" Beth asked.

"Dey gonna be in a TV show next year, so dis is publicity for dem. Be nice." At that moment, the door opened, noise from the Quarter flowing in. A guy stood just inside, letting his eyes adjust. With a small wave, he headed toward Asher.

"Hello." Lorayne looked up at Nicki's softly spoken word. She followed her roommate's gaze and felt her stomach flip. Thank God she was sitting down.

"Dis is Wentworth Miller. Patience, Nicki an' Thi are gonna rotate de bar, so you'll be wit each of dem." Asher pointed out the three bartenders. "Is dere anytin' you want dem to call you?"

"Miller's fine."

He frowned. "Where's Dominic?"

"He'll be here in a minute."

"If de other one's just as yummy, I know where I'll be tonight," Nicki said.

"Why don' you give someone else a chance to get some, Nick," said Colette. "Lorayne here hasn't proved her Bru's Girls status."

"What's that?" she asked, still watching their guest.




Bru's Girls Ch. 14



"In a not so nice word, a slut. Since Orly an' Heath came in last year, we've been getting laid regularly."

"Yeah," Nicki chimed in. "Most of the Brouchards are dat way. Amy an' Alyssa were de opposite of de rest of de family."

"Until Orly and Heath," Lorayne finished. Blue eyes, why did he have to have blue eyes. They finally reached the bar. Thi was showing him where everything was. "Hi, I'm Lorayne," she said when Thi drifted off.

Miller looked up. Hazel eyes, long brown hair, nice tits. He smiled. "Miller," he said, extending his hand.

"Just let me know if you need anythang."

"Definitely." He watched her walk away. Sweet little Southern accent and a rhythmic swing of the hips too.

Miller watched Lorayne bustle back and forth between the bar and her tables.

"I know what you're thinking about."

He tore his gaze away to look at his co-star with a raised brow. "Same thing you're thinking about?"

Dominic just smiled. "Know who her cousin is?" He pointed to a picture of Amy, Alyssa, Orlando and Heath. "Amy just had Orlando Bloom's kid."

"No shit. What does this have to do with what I'm thinking?"

"Anythang I can get you fellas?" Lorayne asked.

"Miller wants know if you're free after work."

"If it involves a shower and a bed, I'm game."

"Really?" They said at the same time. Realizing what she said, her face turned red. Spinning around she rushed down the hallway. Standing to follow, Miller stopped when he saw her at the entrance. She looked around and crooked her finger. He closed the distance. She led him to the stockroom. The click of the lock sounded loud in the silence between them.

"Asher'll kill me if he finds out," she said as she closed the distance.

"I'm not telling." He stepped forward until his chest bumped hers. They reached for each other at the same time. Their lips met in a kiss that instantly deepened. Clothing was pushed aside as hands groped and fondled. Her head hit the door when he sucked her nipple into his mouth. He pushed her shorts and thong down her legs. She kicked them off then bit her lip to keep from crying out as two fingers slid over her clit to delve inside.

"Ooh," she whimpered. She widened her legs for better access.

"Are you vocal?" he asked. She just nodded; speech was not possible at the moment. He watched as her orgasm crept closer. Her eyes were closed and her head thrown back. She kept biting her lips though little gasps escaped. She moaned and ground against his hand when he began to squeeze and pull at her nipples.

"No," she moaned when he removed his hand.

"I want to be inside you when you come." He slapped at his pockets. "Shit. No condom."

"No problem. I'm on the Pill." She quickly unzipped his pants. Reaching inside, he encircled his cock and began to stroke. He moaned as she rubbed the head and continued the downward stroke. He shoved her hand away, tugged his pants down and caught her leg. With one push, he was inside.

Pulling all the way out, he turned her around. She pushed pack against him. Slowly he began to piston in and out. One hand fell on her clit as the other repeated its earlier torment to her breasts.

"Oh God," she moaned as the pressure began to build again. His speed increased. The room was filled with sound of muted music, their heavy breathing and their bodies coming together. She let out a squeal when he thrust hard into her, spilling his seed. He pinched her clit, sending her into a climax. She clasped both hands over her mouth as cries escaped.

He continued to pump lazily, savoring the aftershocks. With a kiss to the side of her neck, he pulled out. Spotting some towels, he grabbed a couple, handing her one. They cleaned and dressed in silence. Before she could unlock the door, he pulled her to him and kissed her deeply.

"Mind if I stick around till you're finished?"

"Course not. Why?"

"Cause I want to do that again, but in a bed."

She grinned. "After a shower."

*****

Samira pushed her long hair out of her face. She glanced up at the tables lining the dance floor; Lorayne was waving in her direction. She waved back and began to trek off the dance floor. When she finally made it to the table, Patience handed her a drink. She sniffed it before taking a drink.

Lorayne looked hurt. "You don't trust us?"

"Makin' sure you don't mix mine with Alyssa's. You're late. I had to start dancin' without you."

"We noticed."

"Asher's bein' a bear. An' we ain't de only ones who noticed you." Patience nodding the direction of a good-looking black man.

"It's the blond on my right that's captured his attention."

"Girl, you nuts if you tink dat."

Alyssa walked up at that moment, looked at the drinks on the table and picked up the closest to Lorayne. She downed half of it before Lorayne could grab it.

"Are you fuckin' nuts? What are you doin' grabbing' a pure alcoholic drink and tossin' it back? You gonna have a baby."

"I swear to God dat I'm gonna do de women of Nola a favor an' cut his dick off. Why de hell did you make dat stupid bet wit him?" she asked Patience.

Samira turned out the cousins' bickering; she heard it before. She sneaked glances over at the guy Patience pointed out. He was still watching her. She smiled at him before turning her attention back to her friends. "Are we gonna sit here and bitch about Asher all night or dance?"

"Why don't you go for it?" Lorayne asked Samira. They were standing in line for the ladies' room.

"Go for what?"

"Mr. Tall, dark and yummy. He hasn't taken his eyes off you."

She held up her hands, as if they were scales. "I live a quarter of a mile away, I'm not going back to his place and I want him now."

"Go to mine. Just change the sheets when you're done."

"What do I do, go up to him and say 'Hi, I'm Sammi, I wanna fuck your brains out'?"

Lorayne nodded. "Pretty much, yeah."

"Where will you sleep?"

"Your bed, duh."

Samira leaned against the wall, fanning her face. A mild breeze cooled the sweat on her face, arms and chest. Music still blared inside. 

"You're a good dancer."

She turned to see Mr. TDY sitting a few feet away. "Thanks. You don't dance?"

"I do. I was enjoying the show." He held out a bottle of water. "You look . . . hot."

A smile tilted her lips. "Thanks." She twisted off the cap and took a long drink. "Here on vacation?"

"A small one before heading back to California. You?"

"Just moved here a few months ago." She took another sip before closing the space between them. She straddled his lap. "My friends live not far from here. Why don't we go there to . . . talk?" 

"Nice house," Boris said.

"Thanks." Samira unlocked the door and turned, motioning him inside. The porch light highlighted his silhouette, outlining the muscles in his arms and shoulders. She shivered slightly. "The room's right here. Can you gimme a sec?"

"Why?"

"No maid service." She quickly slipped through the door and flipped on the light. Breathing a sigh of relief, she plugged in the extension cord. Small, white string lights winked on. Turning off the overhead light, she opened the door. "Come in and make yourself more comfortable." He sauntered through the door and began unbuttoning his shirt. Once it cleared his arms he tossed it towards a chair. He continued disrobing while watching her. After dropping his pants and boxers, he crossed his arms over his chest and waited, standing there in all his glory. She suppressed a shiver that raced down her spine. It was some damn fine glory. "No preamble? No small talk or foreplay?"

He smirked. "What's the point of small talk and we both know why we're here." He ambled closer. He dragged a finger down her cheek, across her chest to dip into the shadow of cleavage. Without pause, he continued to downward trek, taking her tube top with him. Her nipples puckered in the cool air. He tugged her forward until her breasts grazed his chest. "And the foreplay consisted of you on the dance floor."

He leaned down. His lips nibbled on hers. Reaching up she seized his head, closing the gap between them. She immediately sought entrance to his mouth. While their tongues dueled, her hands slipped between them; one cupped his balls as the other one caressed his dick. He moaned when her thumb rubbed over the sensitive head. 

She pushed against his chest. When the kiss broke, she smiled up at him. "There's condoms in the nightstand. Put one on and lay down."

He stood still for a moment, then cross the room to the bed. He looked up with his eyebrow raised after he opened the drawer. Instead of pulling out a foil wrapper, in his hand was a bright pink vibrator. He smiled at the blush that covered her cheeks. After putting the item of self pleasure back in the drawer, he quickly donned the prophylactic and stretched out on the bed.

Samira kicked off her shoes as she watched Boris stroke his erection. Soon the rest of her clothes were in a pile on the floor. She sashayed to the bed, her hips swinging provocatively. Planting one knee next to his hips, she swung her leg over until she was straddling him. She adjusted her seating until his dick was in perfect alignment. 

Slowly she began to rock back and forth. His hands gripped her hips to steer her movements. On every back glide, he lifted his hips slightly to bump her clit. She fell forward, panting.

Reaching between them, he guided his cock to the entrance of her pussy. Gradually he pushed into her. She moaned as inch by inch slipped inside. Placing her hands on his chest, she pushed up into a sitting position. He lunged up, planting himself all way inside her. Her head lolled back as he plunged in short strokes. She squealed when he impaled her. His thumb stroked her clit in light passes.

She squeezed her eyes shut as the shudders began. Placing her hands on his thighs, she leaned back. Within seconds she screamed out her orgasm. He groaned, his hips surging upwards with his own climax. She rolled off him and sprawled on the bed. Leaning over, he kissed her lightly on the cheek. "Be right back." 

She absently waved him on. She opened her eyes when she felt his hand on her leg. He was already dressed. "Going somewhere?"

He smiled. "I have an early flight to LA in the morning." He crawled onto the bed to crouch over her. He licked the seam of her lips before kissing her deeply. When the kiss ended, he brushed the back of his knuckles over her cheek. Another quick kiss and he was gone.

Samira rolled over, snuggled into the blanket and went to sleep. 

*****

April

"Tank God dis is Easter weekend," Patience said. 

"Why?" Samira asked. They were sitting in the backyard of the Brouchard family house, barbequing. Asher and other guys were manning the grill, while various friends and family members mingled. The two of them were sitting with Alyssa and Thi.

"Lent is officially over," Alyssa said with a smile. "Let the games begin."

"On who gets laid first? My money's on Asher."

"When was the las' time?" Thi asked Patience.

"January," she answered.

"Do I even want to know about Asher's las' time?"

"Mardi Gras, of course."



Bru's Girls Ch. 15



April

"Good God, Amy. Have you seen the schedule for this weekend?" Samira ranted into the phone. "You couldn't have picked a worse time to leave. When are you comin' home?"

"Samira, I've been gone nearly two weeks. The WWE photo sessions were scheduled last mont, the weddings for tree months. Saturday should be nothin' but weddings."

"Yeah, well the WWE shoots got rearranged, plus a few actors, one who needs a model and Tarkan. Tarkan, Amy!"

"I have no idea who dat is."

"A very hot, very popular Turkish pop star. Then some idiot booked four family sessions for Saturday afternoon during the Brooks wedding."

"Calm down. I'll be home Saturday night. Call some of de other sessions an' ax if they could come next week. Offer dem a free picture. Email me Tursday an' Friday's schedules." Within minutes, she was looking at them. "Who wants the model?"

"Chris Evan. I was told she had to be in the background."

"Batroom shots?"

"Yeah."

"Kay. Let me get off an' call my family. Since it's slow, call de ones to rearrange."

Samira hung up the phone and put her head on her arms. The other Brouchards are going to be the death of her. With a loud sigh, she picked up the phone.

*****

Nicki glanced up and did a double-take. She placed the mug of beer she was holding on to Lorayne's tray before she dropped it. Sidling up to Beth, she poked her in the ribs.

"Hey!" Beth exclaimed, turning to her roommate.

"Please tell me I'm not dreamin' bout who jus' walked in de bar."

Beth looked up and her mouth dropped open. "If you dreamin', so am I."

"Who you lookin' at?" Alyssa asked as she joined them. Following their line of sight, she dropped her tray. "Ohmygod."

At least a dozen men were crowded at the doorway, letting their eyes adjust to the darkened interior. One man with bright blue streaks in his hair broke away from the group. Patience met him at the end of the bar.

"Is Amy around?"

"She's in London till Saturday."

"Jeff."

Jeff Hardy looked up to see who called his name. Asher approached the bar. "It's good to see you again."

"Thanks, Asher. Amy went to London?"

"Yeah. Orly's parents ain't seen Amber yet, so off dey go."

"You have room for us?" Jeff gestured behind him towards the group.

"Course. We'll rearrange de tables in de back corner." He pointed at the area. "Patience, round up dose tree an' move de table over in Lafitte."

She saluted him smartly before joining her roommates at the other end of the bar. Asher sighed at her smart-ass attitude. He shrugged. "She's family," he said. He walked the wrestler over to the table.

"Lorayne, Mandy and Sable lucked out," Thi said to Alyssa.

"How you figure?" She returned Matt's wave.

"Twelve sexy guys wit a whole lotta muscles an' are very well-equipped." She wagged her eyebrows.

Alyssa frowned. "How you know dey're well-equipped?" She paused for a moment. "What you talking about?"

Thi sighed. "Deir dicks, honey." 

"But. . ."

"You ain't de only one who fucked a wrestler last year. Jesus, Lys, are dose pregnancy hormones fryin' your brain or what?"

She leaned against the bar, rubbing her forehead. "I ain't been sleepin' since Amy's been gone."

"Why not?"

"In dat big ol' house, by myself? Come on, Thi."

"Samira's dere."

"Downstairs, not up in Amy's room. Sides, I'm horny, too," she grumbled.

"Ah, five monts along, fits Amy's schedule. Call up Elijah or Dom."

"No."

"Micah?"

"Hell no."

"Matt's here." She motioned to the group. "Ask him to scratch your itch."

She sighed. "No."

Thi threw up her hands. "God save me from stubborn Cajuns," she muttered as she walked away.

"Who's the brunette?" Adam asked Matt.

"Which one?"

He nodded in the direction of the bar. "The one you waved to."

"Alyssa?" He smiled. "Her brother owns this place. She works here."

"Good in bed?"

"Yeah." He took a sip of his beer. "Amy Lynn's her sister."

Startled by that information, he looked at Matt. "Jeff's Amy, the one who's going to take our pictures? That's the sister you slept with in June?" His lips tilted into a grin. "I didn't recognize her with her clothes on."

Matt laughed. "Don't let her hear you say that. You might have a spitfire on your hands. Besides, I think she might look a little different now."

"Why? Cause she gained some weight? You know how I prefer my women."

"Plumb and juicy, I know."

"Hey Edge." They turned to their fellow wrestler, Christian. The blond tapped his watch. "It's time to go. Hey, honey," he asked Lorayne. "How far to Polynia Street?"

"You mean Polymnia?" She smiled. "What you got goin' there?"

"Photo shoot."

"Oh. Amy's. Alyssa's gettin' off now. She can go with you. Hey, Lyssa! 'Mere." She waved her cousin over. "These two are goin' to your house. Why don't you go with 'em?"

Alyssa's eyebrow rose. "Why dey goin' to my house?"

"Photo shoot. This is Edge and Christian." Both girls' eyes widened as Adam rose from his seat. He stood at least a foot taller. "Daymn," she muttered. "And I have to stay here and work." 

Adam winked at Alyssa. "After you."

Dwayne took a pull off his beer as he watched the waitress on the other side of the bar. Every time she leaned over, panties flashed. If he guessed right, her pussy was bare. His dick hardened behind his fly. Lifting her arms, she stretched, giving him a profile of her tits. She turned her head and caught his gaze. Her tongue slid slowly along her bottom lip. With a tilt of her head, she headed toward the hallway. After she passed through the doorway, he stood.

"Where you going, Rock?"

"Take a leak."

She waited for him in front of the ladies room. He trapped her between his body and the door. She pushed the door open, escaping him. With a show of teeth, he followed. He locked the door behind him.

"You didn' have to do dat."

"I don't perform for an audience." She just shrugged and led him into the last stall. When she locked the door, he pulled her against him. He kissed her hard and deep. She made a whimpering sound. He released her. "Turn around and grab the top of the door."

Nicki did as instructed. Her skirt was raised up to bunch around her waist, her thong torn off. She widened her stance; she trembled in anticipation. She didn't have long to wait.

The bulbous head of his cock caress d the naked lips of her pussy before sliding all the way in. Her head fell against the door as he began to stroke in and out. His fingers tangled in her hair, pulling her head back. He slammed into her.

"I felt that," he said. "You like it a little rough."

She moaned as he plunged into her. Her fingers tightened on the door. His free hand slipped between her legs. She pushed back to meet his thrusts causing his fingers to glide over her clit. He growled and increased the tempo. His finger began to scissor her clit. She bit her lip to keep from screaming as her climax hit. He shuttered, pushing her into the door. He bit her neck, sending her into another orgasm.

She hung limply from the door as he pulled out and straightened his clothes. Turning her around, he latched on to her nipple. She gasped and grabbed his head. He bit and tugged until each nub was sticking out. Then he let her go.

"My hotel room, tomorrow, one o'clock." She nodded weakly as he left.

"Can you stand up?"

Nicki jumped at the sound of Beth's voice. "Gimme a minute an' I'll let you know."

Beth stopped after taking two steps from the door. Bill Goldberg sat at the little bistro table with his feet propped up on the other chair. He blew out a stream of cigar smoke. "Lorayne said I could come out here to smoke my cigar." He lowered his feet from the other chair. "Have a seat."

She lit a cigarette. "I'm good."

"I recognized you right away."

"What are you talkin' about?"

He smirked. "Taker's video from last summer. Didn't realize that the house was rigged with cameras, did you?"

"Dere's a video with me fuckin' out dere? Who seen it?"

"Just a bunch of horny wrestlers. I've been sporting wood since. Pretty damn hot."

"Hmm." She strolled over to him. "You hard now?"

"From the moment I walked into the bar and spotted you." He tossed his cigar away. With deliberate slow movements, he unbuckled his belt and his jeans. He laid the flaps open. White cotton molded to his cock. He hooked his thumbs into the waist and peeled the briefs down as far as he could. His dick bobbed with every heartbeat.

She threw her leg over him so she was straddling his lap. In a deft move, she shifted her panties to the side. "Knowin' you watched me fuck Taker makes me really horny."

His eyebrow rose. "Out in the open." He rubbed the head of his cock along the seam of her pussy. "You are wet."

She lowered herself onto his waiting erection. She exhaled in a hiss as he stretched her. "God, you so tick." She placed her hands on his shoulders. She lowered another inch. Her head fell back. "Ah, God," she moaned.

He rocked his hips forward, sliding in farther. She gasped. Raising her head, she met his eyes and smiled. She rose up slowly, the head of his dick resting just at the entrance of her pussy. She dropped, taking him nearly all the way. He groaned at the tightness of her cunt. His hands clutched at her hips. She began to rock back and forth. Whimpers escaped her throat.

"That's it, baby. Ride me." He guided her up and down. "Yes, like that." He mouthed her breasts through her shirt. Unerringly he found her nipple and bit lightly. She gasped, digging her nails into his shoulders. He groaned at the pinpricks of pain. "I need you to come now, darlin'."

His thumb circled her clit. His nail scrapped it lightly. She impaled herself on his cock and ground against him. He felt her muscles ripple around him. His balls tightened. He pulled her up against him and rammed into her. Her mouth opened in a soundless scream as she came on his cock. He groaned as streams of cum shot into her.

She laid her head on his shoulder while she caught her breath. His breath whispered across her lips. She snuggled deeper into his embrace. He moaned when her pussy tightened on his shrinking erection. Turning his head, he captured her lips in a brutal kiss. 

"Meet me tonight," he said when they parted. She leaned up, smoothed her hands down his chest.

"I don' get off till midnight."

"I'll wait for you."

She smiled and stood up. His dick slid out and lay on his stomach. "I'll give you my address before you leave." She adjusted her clothes after climbing off his lap. She placed a smacking kiss on his lips. "Tanks for de quickie." Turning, she strolled into the bar.

With care, Bill tucked his used dick into his jeans and stood. A smile crossed his face as he pulled out another cigar and lit it.

Thi was leaning back in the office chair with her legs propped up on the desk. She cracked an eye open when she felt something brush up her leg. "You startled me."

"Did I?" John unhooked her top foot and dropped it to the floor. "Lucky for me you wore a skirt." He knelt in front of her. "Lucky for you too."

"How so?" He grinned as he skimmed his hands up the outside of her thighs. He delved under her skirt and began to slide her panties down her legs. He tossed the scrap of lace behind him. "What about de door?"

"Locked."

"Asher's got de key."

"He's not here. Scoot down." He positioned her at the edge of the chair. Her legs were spread wide, held open by his shoulders. Leaning forward, he inhaled deeply. "Um, you're already wet." He slid a finger through the dew already gathering. She squirmed at the light touch. 

He dragged his tongue from bottom to top, flicking her clit at her clit. He tortured the little button, flicking it then nibbling. She moaned and tried to move closer. He palmed her ass, lifting her to his mouth. He stabbed deep; tongue in her pussy, thumb in her ass. She squealed at the dual penetration. He began to hum as his lips latched onto her clit. She panted, her hands gripping the top of the chair. Spasms racked her body.

"Oh God," she moaned. Her back arched. The office was filled with her scream. He lapped her drenched pussy, sending her into smaller orgasms. She opened her eyes when he lowered her leg. He ripped open his pants. Dick freed, he edge closer.

"Hey, Cena. Wake up."

John turned his head to glare at Matt. "I'm awake."

"Didn't seem so from where I'm sittin'. Where were you?"

He nodded at Thi. "With her."

Alyssa peeked around the corner. Edge posed and smiled at the camera. She took a deep breath then smoothed down her dress. Her hand skimmed over her stomach where it paused for a moment. Mentally girding herself, she turned to face the room, to lean against the door jam. Her eyes met his over the distance. His smile deepened. He ran his tongue along his bottom lip as he raked her from head to toes. Absently she bit her lip.

"Okay, you two. The temperature just went up a few degrees," Samira said. "I'm goin' over to the Quarter. Make as much noise as you want."

Adam stalked toward her. "Where's your room?"

"Upstairs." She took his hand. Before she reached the second step, he stopped her. She turned around and was hauled up against him. Even standing seven inches higher, the top of her head only reached his eyes. She tilted her head up. His lips skimmed over hers, once, twice. He rubbed his erection against her stomach. 

"Hurry," he said softly. They raced up the stairs. She pulled him into her room. He sat on her bed to remove his boots. She watched his long fingers make quick work of the laces. Soon he was bare-ass naked and sprawled on her bed. One hand was behind his head while the other began to stroke his dick. She slowly licked her lips at the action. He groaned. "Come here."

She padded across the room to stand next to the bed. He reached out to her. After taking his hand, she was pulled onto the bed. He fisted her hair, dragging her mouth down to his. Their tongues dueled. His hand left his cock to knead her breast through her dress. She moaned as his thumb stroked her nipple. "Edge."

"Adam," he said into her mouth. He pushed the strap off her shoulder, tugging the front down to bare her. He rose up to capture the pert nipple between his teeth. Plumping her tit with his hand, he tortured her, licking, nipping, sucking. She stiffened and cried out. He raised his head. He growled and took her lips in a bruising kiss. "I need you to suck me, baby."

Collecting her wits, she turned around. She ran her hands down his legs. On the way back up, she lightly scratched his inner thighs. His breath hissed out. She cupped his balls, gently rolling them in their sack. Leaning over, she tongued them, taking one then the other into her mouth. He moaned. She grabbed his dick and stood it up. She licked up the sides before swirling her tongue around the head. Gradually her head lowered, taking him into her mouth. 

Adam watched as her head bobbed up and down. He ran a hand up her inner thigh to her pussy. He pushed the crotch of her thong aside and sunk two fingers into her dripping cunt. She moaned around his cock, causing him to jerk. He pulled her closer. He licked the crease between her ass and leg. She moaned again and threw her leg over his leg. Propped up as he was, she was now in the perfect position. He flicked her clit with his tongue a few times before latching on and sucking. She gasped and threw her head back, her hand fisting his dick.

"Again. Adam, again."

He sucked harder and drove his fingers into her pussy. Her mouth returned to its previous position. Her cheeks hollowed as she dragged her lips up his cock. He growled against her, sending her into an orgasm. He lapped at her juiced then returned to her clit, nibbling on the little bud. Her hand slipped between his legs to stroke his asshole. He groaned as her finger rimmed him, pressing gently. 

"God, Alyssa." Her finger pressed inside. His hips thrust up, his come filling her mouth. She continued sucking him until he was empty. She slid off him. Turning around, she laid down next to him. He gathered her into his arms, her head on his chest. "Gimme a minute and I'll fuck you proper. Damn. I hope you have some condoms."

"Nope. No need to worry."

He raised her head so he could look at her. "I am not gonna leave you with my kid."

She stroked his chest, her gaze falling to his chin. "Adam, I'm already pregnant."

He gazed down her body to her stomach. "I thought you looked fuller." At her confused look, he clarified. "I watched you and Matt last year. I've been beating off to visions of you ever since. Now," he rolled them over. "It's time for proper."

"I wonder why he's still here." Lorayne asked.

"Who?"

"What's his name, John Cena? The others left hours ago."

Thi glanced over her coworker's shoulder to see the wrestler draining a beer. "His tab paid?"

"Not yet, though he did tip me already. Said he'll settle with you." She grinned and leaned closer. "I think he has more in mind. He's been watching you all night." She placed a smacking kiss on Thi's cheek. "See you in the mornin'."

Thi watched Lorayne sashay out the front door. Feeling a presence behind her, she turned to find the object of a few fantasies standing there. She fought the urge to giggle. "What can I get for ya?"

His smile spread slowly over his lips. "That is such a loaded question. How about you under me as I fuck you six ways to Sunday."

She gulped. "I believe dat can be arranged."

"Good. When do you get off?"

"Fifteen minutes."

Bill kissed his way down Beth's neck. She giggled at the ticklish sensation of his mustache. Giggles gave way to whimpers when he bit and sucked on the tendon in her neck. He skimmed over her chest to her breasts. He latched on to one nipple with his mouth while he rolled the other between his fingers. After a few minutes, he switched. She moaned and pushed her pelvis up into his stomach.

His journey continued down her stomach. He stopped at her navel to dip his tongue inside and tug at her navel ring. Her hands resting on his shoulders pushed him southward. He chuckled at her insistence. Her legs, already parted, widened to accommodate his shoulders. He nudged open farther. Taking his time, he stared down at her pussy. Bare lips glistened from their earlier round of sex. 

He traced a finger down one side her labia then up the other side. He licked the same path his finger took. Her legs trembled with anticipation. He grinned. At the top of her slit, he blew a stream of cool air. His tongue flicked at her clit; her hips rose off the bed to meet his mouth.

Beth moaned as he tortured her clit. The little flicks were enough to keep her primed, but they didn't send her over. She moaned again as he teased her by shallowly fucking her with his fingers.

"What do you want, Beth?"

"Suck my clit."

"Like this?" His lips wrapped around the bundle of nerves. Her hips thrust into his face. 

"God yes," she hissed. She began to pant as her orgasm raced forward.

"What else?"

"Don't stop!" she wailed. He lapped at her pussy.

"What else do you want me to do, Beth?"

"Fuck me with your fingers." He slowly pushed two digits inside her. "Harder. Now suck my clit."

Stars burst behind her closed eyelids. His teeth scraped over her clit the same time he found that spot, the good one, on her vaginal wall. Her back bowed up, her hands gripping at his head. A stifled scream echoed in the room.

Tremors racked her body. She opened her eyes to stare blindly at the ceiling. Bill's face came into view. He took her mouth, his tongue plunging deep to tangle with hers. She tasted herself on him. He pulled back. One eyebrow rose in question.

"You," she whispered. "You are definitely better than Taker."

The moment Thi open the front door, John grabbed her hand and laced their fingers together. He closed the door and leaned back, pulling her up against him. Her breath caught in her throat at the feel of his erection.




Bru's Girls Ch. 15



"Do you know what I was doing at the bar?" She shook her head. He lowered his head, pausing a breath from her lips. "Fantasizing about you. Your legs spread wide and me buried balls deep."

She swallowed. "M-my room's upstairs."

He smiled then released her. "Let's go." He followed her up the stairs, stripping off his shirt. Once in her room, he quietly closed the door and locked it. He watched as she nervously glanced over her shoulder. Her eyes widened when she saw his bare chest. He reached for his pants. "Thi, you have five seconds to get naked and on that bed."

Her eyes were glued to the movement of his hands as he slowly peeled off his jeans and boxers. She moaned when his erection sprang free. Lord, it was huge. When it started to come closer, she raised her gaze to meet his.

"Three seconds, sweetheart, and I won't be responsible for my actions."

She quickly shed her shirt and shorts. Before she could remove her bra and panties, she was lifted and thrown onto her bed. She let out a short squeal then her breath was cut off as he dropped on her. He bared his teeth in a smile; he snapped the thin elastic of her thong. Closing the distance between them, he took her lips in a fierce kiss. His tongue plundered her mouth, teasing her tongue into play. She moaned when she felt the thrust of his fingers in her pussy. She gripped his shoulders as he thumbed her clit. Tearing her mouth away from his, she panted as he swiftly brought her to climax. She raised her heavy eyelids when he lifted himself off of her. 

He pulled her hips closer, draping her legs over his arms. In a quick movement, he was sheathed inside her. He paused for a moment, his eyes closed and his teeth gritted. "You are so hot and tight." He opened his eyes as he pulled out. "Pull down your bra. I want to see you play with your tits."

He watched as she peeled down the cups, exposing her breasts. With hesitant strokes, she teased her nipples. She pinched and rolled them. He slammed into her. She gasped, throwing her head back and arching her back. He growled and leaned over. His lips latched onto her right breast. Catching it between his teeth, he tugged gently. She whimpered and her fingers clutched at his head. He stretched out on top of her. He held himself up with his hands and feet. He began to piston in and out, going deep with every thrust. 

"Oh God," she squealed. 

"I'm gonna cum, Thi," he said in her ear. He nipped her lobe. "I'm gonna fill this sweet pussy full then I'm gonna flip you over and ride you, hard. Do you want that, sweetheart? Do you want me to fuck you from behind?"

She screamed when her orgasm hit. Her body tightened on his, her pussy clenching on his cock. Three more strokes and he stiffened, groaning. His arms gave out and he collapsed on top of her. With a grunt, he rolled onto his back, staying inside her. She lay across his chest. She raised her head. His half-lidded gaze met hers. 

"Now how bout that ride?" She giggled and kissed his lips.

Adam smiled at Alyssa bustling around the kitchen. His shirt rose up to reveal the bottom of her ass as she reached for plates in a cabinet. He silently crossed the kitchen and wound his arms around her. He nuzzled the hair at her temple. "Good morning." 

"Mornin'. Want some coffee?"

"Just you." He rubbed his morning erection along the crack of her ass. "Sore?" She shook her head. One hand descended to fondle her clit. She sucked in a breath. "Good. Push my shorts down."

Reaching behind her, she lowered his boxers enough for his dick to be exposed. With a gentle hand on her back, he pushed her forward until she was lying on the counter. One finger skimmed over her pussy lips before slipping inside. 

"God, you're already wet," he groaned. He removed his finger and replaced it with the head of his dick. Slowly he pushed forward. He gritted his teeth at the torturous slide. She pushed back into him, impaling herself on those last few inches. Gradually he pulled out. He kept the pace slow as he fucked her.

She pushed herself up, bracing against the counter. Bowing her back, she changed the dept of his thrusts, if not the speed. She gasped as his fingers began to pinch and stroke her nipples and clit. Her first orgasm took them both by surprise. She cried out, her voice echoing through the house. He grunted and slammed into her. She gripped the counter as he continued the punishing rhythm.

"I'm gonna come, baby," he growled.

"Yes." She threw her head back. He groaned and ground into her. His fingers on her clit increased their tempo until she was screaming out her climax. Her body shook with aftershocks as he continued to pump his dick across sensitive tissue. He kissed up her neck to her ear.

"That was the best morning fuck I've ever had." He pulled out of her. Grabbing a towel, he cleaned her off. "Anything else to go with the coffee?"

Nicki smoothed her dress down and knocked on the door. It opened slightly at her touch. "Rock?" she called out.

"Close the door," he said from the room's interior. She leaned against the door; it clicked closed. A light came on, bathing the room in a soft glow. She stepped farther into the room. Her mouth went dry at the sight that greeted her. Dwayne was stretched out on the bed, one hand lazily stroking his cock.

"Strip." She just stood there. Her eyes drifted over his chest, down his stomach to watch the only movement he made. He stopped. "Nicki." She met his gaze. One eyebrow cocked up in his signature move that made her panties wet. "Strip."

Her clothes quickly puddles on the floor. She crawled up the bed to crouch next to him. Leaning over, she placed a kiss on his lips, her tongue snaking out to lick the seam. Her lips skimmed along his jaw to his neck. She bit the tendon then laved the mark before continuing to his collarbone. Her hands ran across his pecs and down his abs. Her mouth settled over his nipple. She scraped her teeth over the small nub. She smiled when she heard his sharp intake of breath. She licked and nibbled her way down to his waist.

He continued to masturbate, his eyes half open as he watched her. With a grin she straddled his chest, presenting him with her pussy and ass. She leaned forward to run her tongue around the head of his cock. With a moan, she engulfed him. His breath escaped with a hiss. A soft pop echoed through the room as she pulled him out of her mouth. She placed teasing licks up and down his shaft. 

His hands glided up her legs to cup and knead her ass. His thumbs skimmed the edges of her pussy. She moaned again and slid his cock down her throat. His hips jerked when he felt her throat muscles tighten around the head. Two fingers glided into her pussy. She raised her head to look back at him.

"Eat me," she said.

"No." His free hand came down on her ass with a loud smack. Her eyes glazed over. He repeat the tap and felt her cunt clinch at his fingers. He raised an eyebrow. Moisture flooded his hand. She rocked back into him, fucking herself.

"I really need to tongue me," she moaned.

"Maybe later. Get to sucking."

She wrapped her lips around his raging erection. Her hand played with his balls and the area behind them, causing him to stiffen. His thumb stroked her clit as he continued to fuck her with his fingers. She began humming as she worked his cock in and out of her mouth, settling her teeth on him at different intervals. He sucked a breath at the sensation. In compensation, he rimmed her ass with a finger. He thought he heard her mutter, "God, yes". Smearing some of her cream to her back door, he inserted his finger up to the second knuckle. She whimpered and sucked harder.

He ground his teeth when the tingling at the base of his spine started. He added a second finger. One hand retreated from her pussy as the other pushed into her ass. Giving into temptation, he leaned up and flicked her clit. She gasped. His balls shrunk as climax neared.

"I'm gonna come," he growled right before he exploded. He latched on to her clit, sucking hard on the little nub. She tightened around his fingers. She threw her head back with a cry as she orgasmed. Her arms gave out; her head landed on his legs. He withdrew his fingers slowly. She shuttered as he licked from clit to ass. "Definitely eating this later."

He gently pushed her off him. She sprawled out on the bed. He realigned his body to hers, right between her spread legs. He rubbed his still-erect cock along her drenched slit. He hooked her legs behind the knees and spread her open. He impaled her, balls deep with one thrust. He smiled. "Let's dance."

*****

May

Tarkan wondered around the house, pausing in the doorway of the back studio. Noticing the bed, a smile tilted the corner of his mouth. He glanced over his shoulder. Could he get her in the large bed? Perhaps. He continued farther in the room. The smile spread across his face when he saw the bathroom. 

Samira glanced uneasily around the second studio. She couldn't find Tarkan in any of the downstairs rooms. Surely he wouldn't have gone upstairs? She strode quickly to the bathroom to find the international star perched on the edge of the tub. "Sir? I'm ready when you are."

"Lovely. I've decided to add to the photo shoot. I would like to use the bed and the bathroom also."

Her eyebrows rose in astonishment. "Of course. When we are finished in the other room, I'll set these two to your liking."

Samira rushed around, placing lit candles throughout the bathroom and bedroom. She really wished someone else was here to help with this sort of shit. Jazz played softly in the background; the lights were lowered to add a soft glow with the candles. She hurried out of the bathroom and skidded to a stop. He was leaning up against a bedpost, surveying her work. He nodded.

"This will work."

"Thank you."

He tugged at the knot in his tie. "Take pictures as I ready myself for bed."

Samira felt her mouth fall open. She gave her head a little shake. "I'm sorry. I don't think I heard you right."

"You hear me fine. Raise your camera and start taking pictures."

She hesitated a moment before doing as he instructed. His lids lowered, giving a sleepy look. He removed his tie slowly, leaving it dangling from his neck. The buttons of his shirt came loose at a torturing rate. Each button revealed his smooth chest. She gasped for breath as he unbuckled his belt. She mentally cursed when he sat to remove his shoes and socks. Cuff links were removed and the shirt was off. His bronze skin shimmered with candlelight. Trousers and boxers were left piled on the floor. He turned toward the bathroom.

"Just a few in the shower before we continue." She stood rooted to the spot. He glanced over his shoulder at her. An eyebrow rose. "Surely you taken nude photos before?"

"Of course." She followed him. He already had the water on and was under the spray. Picture after picture was taken of him washing his hair, soaping his body. 

Tarkan leaned against the wall and faced his lovely photographer. What he could see of her face was a light shade of red. Pushing the envelope further, he began to stroke his cock. It hardened to full length. He imagined her on her knees before him, her mouth wrapped the head. He shuddered and stepped under the spray, rinsing off. Grabbing a towel, he shut off the water and quickly dried off. 

"Now it's time for the other part." He lowered the camera. "I want you to join me." He brushed his lips across hers. "Does your camera have a timer?"

It took Samira a moment to realize what he asked. "Yes."

"Good. Come set it up. Every four seconds should be good." He left her standing in the bathroom.

"You want to take pictures of me doing what exactly." She found him standing in the middle of the room. He stroked his erection.

"You pleasuring me. Then I'm going to fuck you." He glided towards her. "You're so wet that your panties are soaked. If I'm wrong, I'll get dressed right now and leave." His fingers brushed against her breast, the nipple pebbled to a hard nub. "Take off your panties, Samira. Show them to me."

"I am certifiably insane," she muttered to herself as she reached under her skirt and pulled off her underwear. She handed them to him.

He raised them to his nose and inhaled. "Set up the camera." He watched as she placed the camera on a tripod and adjusted. Soon the flash was going off in four second intervals. She sashayed back to him. "Remove your shirt." Her tank top joined his clothes. When she reached for her skirt, he stopped her. "Leave it on."

Samira found herself against him, his lips plastered to hers. She grabbed on to his shoulders. Breaking the kiss, she licked and nipped a path to his chest. He groaned as she nibbled on his nipples. His hands pushed her further down. His cock bobbed in her face as she grasped its base. She swirled her tongue around the head then closed her lips around him. His fingers tangled in her hair. His breath hissed in as she cupped his balls. The head of his dick disappeared into her mouth. Soon he was touching the back of her throat. He groaned, his fingers tightening on her hair. She raised her head, slowly revealing each shiny inch of him. Again she lowered her head, changing the angle. Her teeth grazed along his shaft. One hand stroked him while the other massaged his balls; a fingernail lightly scraped the length of the perineum. 

With just the crown in her mouth, she began to hum. She lessened the full-length strokes to last few inches. He pumped into her mouth. Her teeth raked the V on the underside of his dick each time he slid out. The hand on his balls crept lower. A finger slipped inside his ass. She fucked his ass in time with the thrusts into her mouth. He came with a yell, flooding her mouth. She quickly swallowed then continued to suck on him. He gently pulled out of her mouth. Her eyes widened. He was still hard.

"On your knees, Samira," Tarkan growled. She blinked up at him with wide brown eyes.

"I am on my knees."

His lips tugged up in a grin. "So you are. Turn around, elbows on the floor, ass in the air." She rolled over into position, her pert ass sticking up. He knelt behind her, ran his hands along her hips and down her thighs. She shivered as he traveled up the inside her legs. Moisture gathered on her pussy lips. Leaning over, he inhaled deeply. His tongue snaked out to gather her cream. "Mmm. If only we had more time."

He took another swipe from clit to asshole. She whimpered when he lightly bit on a cheek. Positioning himself behind her, he stroked his dick along the seam. He paused at her entrance before sliding inside. He groaned as he inched forward, not stopping until he was completely seated.

Tarkan hissed as he withdrew. Her pussy clenched down on his cock. He pulled nearly all the way out then thrust his hips forward. Samira gasped and pushed back. His fingers dug into her hips. The clicks and whirs of the cameras added to their grunts and groans. She clawed at the rug, as if reaching for climax. He moaned at the clench of her muscles.

"Come, Samira," he growled.

"I need . . . I need more," she panted. Her erect nipples brushed over the carpet with every thrust.

He slowed his thrusts to shallowly penetrate her. "Do what you need."

She reached down between her legs. Her fingers brushed over her clit, causing her to shudder. She circled and strummed her clit. His teeth ground with every pass of her nails. 

"Oh my God," she screamed. Her body froze. He thrust deep once, twice before pulling out. Fisting his cock, come shot over her ass and legs.

Sitting back, he watched as she continued to play with herself. Her legs clasped around her hand as another orgasm rocked her body. Her eyes opened with she felt his hands rubbing the drying semen into her ass and legs.

"What are you doing?"

"Nothing." She turned her head to see his smirk. His cell phone began to beep. "I really must be going." He stood and stretched. "Send me the pictures when you're able."

Samira watched as he quickly dressed. With a moan, she sat up. After tying his shoes, Tarkan crawled over to her. He caught her mouth in a passionate kiss. "Thank you for fulfilling one of my fantasies."

"You're more than welcome. Maybe you can return the favor."

He laughed. "Maybe."

*****

"So what am I supposed to do?" Patience asked Samira.

"Be in the background." She checked the lighting again. "Since Jean-Paul already did your hair and makeup, we'll do the shower shots last."

"Who is it again?"

"Chris Evans."

"What's he done?"

She thought for a moment. "Not Another Teen Movie. There's another movie coming out soon. So who won the bet?"

"What?"

"Between you and Asher."

"Oh." Patience smiled. "Asher had sex Sunday night."

"Wasn't Sunday Easter?"

"Yep."

"And you?"

"Not yet. I ain't gonna have sex just because. I've gone longer dan forty days before."

"Even without masturbating?"

"No. Dat part was hard." Hearing someone cough, they turned to find a guy standing in the doorway. Patience felt her jaw drop. This is who she had to model with? He was grinning. Her eyes narrowed. Just how much did he hear?

"I'm Chris," he said, stepping farther into the room.

"I'm Samira. This is Patience; she'll be your model today."

She took in his dress pants and shirt and compared them to her tank top and shorts. "Samira, should I be dressed in sometin else?"

"No, you'll be behind him most of the time." Hoisting the camera, she began directing them. First with Chris sitting on the edge of the bed and Patience behind him, unbuttoning his shirt. "Okay Patience, lose the clothes and get under the sheets."

Keeping her eyes averted, she shed her shirt as directed, feeling those blue eyes watching her. After arranging the sheet to Samira's liking, she looked up. Her gaze was instantly caught by his. He smiled and winked; her stomach quivered. Damn. She had a long dry spell, but her B.O.B. had helped until that stupid bet, which had her primed for any action. And here was this gorgeous actor steadily stoking the fire with nothing more than his eyes and body. Soon it was time for the shower shots. With Chris' back turned, she fanned her heated face. Samira caught the movement and smiled. 

"Chris, why don't you change in the bathroom? Patience and I will be there in a moment." When the door closed, Patience collapsed face down on the bed. 

"Amy's tryin' to kill me or sometin."

"Why you say that?" 

"I don' know. Probly de fact dat dere's a majorly hot guy dat I'm takin' pictures wit an' I ain't had sex since January.

"With Ryan? Really?"

She nodded as she stood. She snapped the elastic of her underwear. "Let's get dis ting finished wit."

Samira knocked on the bathroom door before opening it. Chris was already in the tub. He raised his head as they walked in. The camera clicked. She directed them through the rest of the shoot, from the bath to the shower. She hoisted her camera to rest on her shoulder. "That's it. Chris, it was great workin' with you." With a wave, she left them alone. Only the sound of the shower filled the room.

"Did she just leave us alone on purpose?" He spun around to face her.

"Yep." She took a step back as he walked forward. One more step and she was against the wall.

"Do you object?" His finger followed a drop of water over her breast. She shook her head. "Good." He knelt in front of her, his face even with her tits. He stuck out his tongue, catching a drop as it fell from her nipple. She arched her back as he licked and sucked the buds to tight peaks. His teeth scraped across one as he stood, raising her up.

She wrapped her legs around his waist. He tilted her hips, only her shoulders resting against the shower wall. Slowly he eased into her. Her breath caught in her throat as his dick glided across her G-spot. He looked up at her and smiled.




Bru's Girls Ch. 15



"Looks like I found the button." He leisurely pulled out, hitting it again. She whimpered and closed her eyes. "Uh-uh. No closing eyes." He slammed into her. Her eyes popped open. "That's better."

His hips started a rhythm of a slow out with a quick return. Patience could only hold on to his arms. She clenched her keagle muscles. He groaned and thrust forward. He ground his pelvis against hers in little circular motions. She gasped at the sensations. Leaning forward, his lips captured a nipple. His tongue swirled around the tip. He adjusted his stance, cradling her legs on his arms. She moaned at his deep penetrations. He began to slam into her, small groans escaping from around her breast.

"Nownownow," she breathed. She arched up, her hands clutching his head tight to her breast. He shuddered as his hips jerked in climax. His knees gave out; they slid to the floor.

Cool water streamed down on them. Chris raised his head to look at her. He bent down to place a series of kisses up her neck to her lips. They opened to receive his tongue. "I think the bed would be more comfortable than this floor," he muttered against her mouth.

"Um. Kay." They disentangled themselves. She turned off the water while he grabbed the towels waiting for them. They quickly dried off and moved into the bedroom.

She laid across the bed. He stood near her head and smiled down at her. "This presents a pretty picture." She just smiled and grabbed his hips. Adjusting her position, her head hung down in perfect alignment with his cock. She opened her mouth and took just the head in. 

He moaned and grabbed her tits. He thumbed her nipples as she sucked him back to hard. Leaning over, he spread her legs. Their combined juices glistened on her pussy lips. He slowly began to fuck her mouth as he sucked on her clit. Sliding his hands under her ass, he raised her to get better access. He stiffened his tongue and stabbed into her, causing her to whimper around his dick. He shuttered when her hands began to stroke the inside on his thighs. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked harder with his retreats.

He attached his lips to her clit while two fingers slid in and out of her depths. He alternated between licking, sucking and nibbling, never using the same combination. He felt her hands caress the crease between his ass and thighs. He moaned against her clit; she screamed as she came on his fingers. Abandoning her clit, he delved his tongue into her pussy. As he licked, his chin rubbed against her clit. 

Her nails dug into his ass, pushing his dick down her throat as she climaxed again. He grunted in surprise when he started to come. He lowered her to the bed and took a step back. She laid there, her head hanging off the bed with her eyes closed. Her tongue peeked out to lick at her lips. "Holy shit," he muttered.

She slowly opened her eyes to see him standing there, dick growing hard again. She smiled and rolled over. "Don' need much down time, do ya?"

He grinned. "Well," he said as he crawled onto the bed. He positioned himself behind her. "Can't let go to waste, can we?" He entered her in one stroke. She shook her head and braced herself for the ride.

*****

Lorayne stirred her drink. Glancing down at her watch, she sighed. Patience plopped down beside her. "What's wrong, cher?"

"I got stood up." She banged her head on the table. "I should know better than to say yes to a drunk guy. He probably doesn't even remember that he made a date."

Patience rubbed her cousin's back. "Who was it? Maybe Asher'll go an' kick his ass."

"Ramon."

"Ramon from here Ramon? Raoul's brother?" At Lorayne's nod, she sighed. "Honey, Ramon's married to a bitch of a woman. If she had come in here while ya'll were talkin', she'd have tried to snatch you bald. Of course, I would have to jump her. Den de real fight would begin cause Nicki would have joined in. Broken tables an' chairs, glass everywhere. Asher'd be pissed." At Lorayne's confused look, she clarified. "Nicki goes way back wit dat woman."

A shadow loomed over them. They raised their gazed to find Asher standing there, arms folded over his chest. "Pati, people are gettin' deir own drinks. Lori, go home. You bringin' de mood down."

They glanced around the bar. Only half of the tables were filled; most were regulars.

"Oh yeah. I'm a real buzz kill, Mr. Sourpuss." He growled. Lorayne waved him away. "I'm goin'."

Patience patted her back before sliding out the booth. "I'll see you in de mornin'. Why don't you go to Zydeko?"

"Maybe." She gave her cousins a hug. "Later."

She trudged down New Orleans' streets. On her way to Zydeko, she paused in front of Kitty Katz, a strip club. A poster read, "Amateur Night". She cocked her head. Well, why not? She strolled up to the bouncer.

"I'm here for amateur night."

He looked her up and down. "Name."

"Lorayne Brouchard."

His eyes narrowed. "As in Asher Brouchard? Uh uh. I ain't lettin' one of his sisters dance in here again. Made dat mistake wit de short, curly-haired one."

"I'm his cousin, not his sister. Do I have a Cajun accent?"

He glowered at her for a moment, then sighed. "Go on in."

Nick sat back in his chair. Some of the girls were good, a few okay, but most were awful. The music started up again, this time a thumping heavy metal tune from the 80s.

"Ladies and gentlemen. New to our amateur stage, please welcome the lovely, the luscious Rayne!"

She burst on to the stage, strutting and shaking to the rhythm of the music. Grabbing the pole, she whirled around it. On her second time around, her shirt sailed into the crowd. The men yelled and whistled when she braced her back to the pole. Slowly she slid down. When she was in a crouch, she parted her knees, flashing a pair of white thongs. Then she was up and dancing again. Her skirt soon made its way into a group of college guys up front. Next went the bra.

He sucked in a breath. They were near perfect. Large and perky, topped with pebbled rosy nipples, all natural. His dick began to harden.

She crawled to the front of the stage, stopping in front of the frat boys. Leaning over she licked the rim of a shot glass. She wrapped her lips over the top. She threw her head back, catching herself with her hands. The music ended as she held her pose. The frat boys stood, cheering and clapping. Spitting out the shot glass, she smiled and placed it on the table. With a wave, she exited the stage.

"Mr. Lachey." He looked up to find his waitress beside the table. "Is there anytin' I can get for you?"

He pointed. "Rayne."

She grinned. "I'll check wit de manager." 

A few minutes later, Rayne strolled up to his table. She was wearing a tank top and jeans. She sat herself in a chair. "You wanted to see me?"

"You were the best in here tonight."

"Thank you, Mr. Lachey."

"Nick, please. I was wondering if you'd like to go back to my hotel room."

She cocked her head, her hair falling over one shoulder. She shrugged. "Why not?"

Nick threw down several bills to cover his tab before following Rayne's swinging ass into the sultry New Orleans' night.

Lorayne stood in the middle of the suite, watching Nick turn down the lights. Oh my God, Nick Lachey; she felt her insides jumping.

"I've never done this before," she blurted out. He glanced over at her. 

"Done what?"

"Gone with a guy for the sole purpose of sex."

"Really." He strolled over to her. Placing his hands on her shoulders, he rubbed her arms. Leaning down, he placed a soft kiss on her lips. "We'll just take it slow."

He kissed her eyes, nose and cheeks. When he reached her chin, she giggled. "That's too slow."

He grinned. "No pressure, Rayne."

She reached down and pulled her shirt off. With a flick of her fingers, her bra popped open. A shrug and it joined her shirt. The cool air caused her nipples to bead instantly. "I wouldn't be here if I didn't want to be."

Lorayne grabbed his head and brought it to hers. Her tongue sought entrance to dual with his. He groaned, pulling her closer. She whimpered as he pinched and tugged at her nipple. When he tore his moth away, they were both gasping. He jerked off his shirt and started on his belt.

"Strip. Now," he ordered.

They raced to remove their clothes. When they were both naked, they tumbled to the floor. Nick ended up on top. He hissed in a breath as the head of his cock skimmed along her slit. He nudged forward slightly when she stopped him.

"Condom."

He stared at her for a moment then grabbed his jeans. After fumbling with his wallet, he was soon sheathed in the latex. He resumed his position. In one thrust, he was inside her. Her back arched as he ground his teeth to keep still. She rotated her hips, sinking him deeper.

"Fuck," he growled and began to pound into her. He latched on to the nipple closest to his mouth. Her fingers plowed into his hair, anchoring him to her breast. He angled her hips, increasing his depth. She shattered around him. Fingers dug into flesh as he followed her over the precipice. He rolled off of her, his breath sawing into his lungs.

When his breath leveled out, Nick turned his head to glimpse Lorayne. He reached over and tweaked her nipple. She sucked in a breath. Rolling onto his stomach, he rolled the nub between his finger and thumb. She moaned.

"I have been thinking about these tits for hours," he murmured against her skin. "As soon as you bared them, I was hard." He circled the tip with his tongue before sucking in his mouth. He pinched and tugged the other nipple. She cried out and arched her back. "Jesus, woman. I'm hard again."

He got to his knees and straddled her chest. He rolled down the condom, letting the cum drizzled between her breasts. He then wrapped her tits around his cock. Pinching and tugging on her nipples, he began to slide back and forth. "I wonder if I can make you come by just playing with your nipples."

"Yes!" she hissed. Her back bowed, thrusting her chest upward. She panted through the delicious burn. If he brought out nipple claps, she was a goner.

"Hold your tits around me." It took her a moment to realize what he said. She held his cock snug between her breasts as his pace increased. She stiffened when he flicked the tips of her nipples with his thumb nails.

"Oh fuck," she moaned. Her legs scissored together, increasing the pressure on her clit. "Oh fuck." She came suddenly when he twisted and pulled the bruised tips.

He got off of her and stood. "Let's go take a shower. As much as I like the picture of my cum on you, I like the thought of me licking you down to your toes even better."

Lorayne leaned against the shower wall. Nick stood in front of her, stroking his dick. She could feel her juices on her thighs, mingling with water. He pulled her to him.

"Please tell me you're on the pill." She shook her head. "Damn." He lifted one of her legs as he bent down. His cock whispered across her cunt. "You want to chance it?" he asked as he nudged her. "So fucking hot, Rayne. Bareback, just this once."

He pushed forward until he hit her cervix. Grabbing her ass, he lifted her. "Wrap your legs around me."

"We really should. . ." She gasped when he leaned down and took a nipple between his teeth. His cock slowly slid out of her then he thrust into her. Her head hit the wall behind her as she held his head to her chest.

His pistoned into her as he worshipped her breasts. He was close to exploding; the titty fuck had gotten him too excited. He gritted his teeth. "Play with your breasts. I'm too close."

She grabbed her nipples, tugging and pinching them. She whimpered. He pussy clamped down on him. He groaned and pulled out. His dick rubbed her clit as cum shot from the tip.

"That's it, babe. Ride it out," he said when she stiffened. She cried out her pleasure, the sound bouncing around them. He lowered her legs to the floor and peeled himself away. Slowly she slid down the wall. Opening her eyes, she realized she nearly level with his cock. She reached out and grabbed it.

His breath hissed out between his teeth. "Keep it up and we'll go for round three."

"In the bed?" He nodded. "Well, let's go."

He grinned and helped her stand. Quickly they rinsed off. Not bothering with towels, the raced for the bed.

*****

June

Lorayne stopped just inside the bar doors. "What're you doin' here?"

"I own de damn bar. Why wouldn't I be here?" Asher snapped.

Her eyes widened. "Okay. You got off on the wrong side of someone this mornin'?"

He scowled at her. "Not dat it's any of your damn business, but no one shared my bed las' night."

"Aww. Did you not get laid?" Beth asked. He growled and grabbed a notepad for orders. The girls laughed. "Good afternoon," she called out to the couple that walked in. "Sit anywhere you want."

The girl pulled her mother over to the wall. "Look, Mom. It's the cast of Lord of the Rings, and it's signed."

"Billie, you have several signed pictures at home."

"But not of Orlando Bloom. Oh my God, here he is." She pointed to the picture taken of him, Heath, Amy and Alyssa. "With Heath Ledger too. Who are those girls with them?"

"Dey're my sisters. Hi, I'm Asher; I'll be your server today." He looked at the older lady and felt a shock go through his body. "Actually," he said, turning his attention back to the girl, "I've a picture of his baby righ' here." He pulled out the photo of Amber.

She squealed. "How did you get a picture? Oh, she is soo cute." She handed it to her mother.

He pointed to Amy. "Dat's her mama righ' dere. Amber Rose is de highlight of de family."

"She's lovely." The mother handed the photograph back to him. His fingers lightly grazed hers. Her eyebrow rose in query. He winked.

"Now, what can I get you?"

Carrie watched the good looking waiter walk away. Nice ass, she thought.

"He's got a nice butt," Billie said in a stage whisper. Of course he heard and looked over his shoulder at them. A grin slid across his lips. "Mom, he's hot."

"And too old for you."

"But not for you."

"Too young for me."

Billie snorted. "Yeah right. I'm okay to stay in the room by myself if you want to come back and get your groove on."

"I don't think so."

"At least go talk to him."

Carrie scooted out of the booth and smoothed her skirt down. "I'm old enough to be your mother," she stated when she reached the bar in the middle of the room.

Asher turned to see his longest running fantasy leaning against the bar. "Maybe, if you had me at fifteen."

"My daughter is advising me to use you as a booty call."

He grinned. "I don' mind being used."

She chuckled. "I'm not leaving a 12 year old by herself in a hotel room in New Orleans."

"I don' expect you to."

"I'm also not having hot monkey sex with her in the next room."

"Hot monkey sex?" He glanced over at Billie, who was scoping the pictures. "I tink I can work sometin out." He leaned over and brushed a kiss against her lips. "I'll let you know." He was reaching for the phone as she walked back to her table.

Carrie fiddled with her hair again as she waited for her date. Asher had set it up to where Billie stayed with his sister for several hours. Amy was going to take pictures for free. She was wondering what the young Cajun bargained with to allow a free sitting when a knock sounded at the door. She opened the door and caught her breath. Her date was decked out in a white button-down shirt with the sleeves rolled up to reveal his forearms, jeans that molded to his thighs and boots.

"So," she began. "Do you wine and dine me or do we just fuck?" She moved away from the door before she jumped him.

Asher paused in the act of closing the hotel room door. "I planned to take you to Bien."

"It lives up to its name. Billie and I ate there last night." She sat on the couch and crooked her finger at him. "I'd rather dine in."

She raised her skirt and spread her legs. His eyes devoured her bare crotch. As if being pulled, he crossed the room and fell to his knees. He pushed her knees farther apart then lowered his head. His tongue swiped from bottom to top. His eyes closed, savoring her taste.

Opening his eyes, his gaze met hers. He pulled her to the edge of the couch. She whimpered and jerked when he flicked her clit. He pushed two fingers into her wet heat and hooked them. His tongue danced around her clit as he rubbed that elusive spot in her pussy. Her fingers thrust into his hair, holding him to her. He tongued her little bud before sucking on it. She exploded in his hand, yelling out her completion. He gently brought her down.

Licking his lips, he rose up and positioned his dick at her pussy.

"No," she panted. "Stand up." When he stood before her, she leaned up. Grasping his dick, she licked the head then engulfed his shaft. She hummed as she pulled back. "I needed a taste first. Sit down."

Asher sat next to his goddess. A serine smile touched her mouth as she threw a leg over his lap. She angled his cock towards her opening and slid down. He gritted his teeth. He felt his balls draw up. She slowly rose up then lowered again. His hands gripped her hips. "Carrie, I'm about to blow."

Her pace increased. Her fingernails dug into his shoulders. "God yes," she moaned. "Fuck me, Asher." With a groan, he slammed up into her. Lightning raced up his spine and he swore he saw stars. Her pussy tightened as she ground her pelvis against his. "Fuck yes."

She collapsed on him. The twitches in pussy caused his dick to jerk. When the tremors dissipated, she looked up at him. A grin slid over her lips. "Are you always this quick?"

"Mai non," he said, sounding disgusted. A blush crept along his neck. "It's been a while, and it's you."

She climbed off his lap. Their combined fluids rolled down her legs. "You can make it up to me." She turned and sashayed to her room.

He was quickly off the couch. He caught her up and threw her over his shoulder. She squealed as the door slammed shut.

*****

"Hey Amy, where you at?"

Amy looked up at the group of guys that just walked in. "Hey guys. Whose section you want?"

"Lorayne's. Why you here?" Raoul asked.

"Short handed. Thi, Patience and Nicki got de flu. Wit Alyssa ready to pop, I got recruited."

"Great to have you back." He winked as he joined his friends.

"I'm looking for Asher Brouchard."

Amy turned to the new customer. "He's upstairs. I'm Amy. Anytin I can help you wit?"

"Shane West. I'm bartending tonight." He held out his hand.

"Amy Brouchard," she responded, taking his hand. "You'll be wit me tonight. Most of de staff is out."

His mouth lifted in a grin. "Let's get started."

Shane glanced at his watch. Eleven o'clock; time to go. He let out a breath, looked up at the ceiling then glanced at Amy. She was speaking in rapid French on the phone. At one point she flicked off the ceiling. He chuckled, turning his head away. Lorayne laughed out right. The phone slammed down.

"I swear to God. De man is sick in bed an' treatens to come down here."

"What's he bitchin' about?" Lorayne asked.

"He says he's gonna come close de bar, dat I don' member how. Emmerdeur."

"Well, you haven't worked closing in seven months." Amy shot her a look.

"Why not?" Shane asked.

"I got a six-mont old at home."

"Really?" He moved closer to the cousins. "Any pictures?"

She pointed to the mirror behind her while she counted out Lorayne's tips. "Call me when you get home," she said, handing over the money.

"Yes, mother. It's only a few blocks, Amy."

"An' it's stormin' outside. I'd feel better."

Lorayne leaned over the bar and kissed her cheek. "Will do. Bye, doll. Nice to meet you, Shane."

"Later, cher." As soon as Lorayne was out the door, Amy picked up the phone. "Hey, Beth. Lorayne jus' left. Yeah. I'll call tomorrow."

"Is this Stonehenge?"

"Yeah." After putting the money in a bank bag, Amy turned to look at the pictures with Shane.