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Wicked Game Ch. 01

By: velvetpie



The invitation came to each one of the participants in the same manner. A black envelope, embellished with silver calligraphy, their names front and center. 

Shane Kingsley was the first to receive his. Marshall's star quarterback returned from physics final to find the envelope delicately balanced on his pillow. He just stared for a moment, angrily wondering who the fuck had a key to his single room. He dashed to his desk and dug beneath boxes of paper clips and packages of ballpoint pens, smiling when his fingers wrapped around his ounce of sensimilla bud, tastefully hidden in a purple Crown Royal bag. He was still pissed off but his curiosity got the best of him and he ripped it open.

Across town, Ashley Martin, a bored housewife, pushed the dark hair out of her eyes, grabbing the wicker laundry basket and heading outside. Snow-white sheets and pillowcases fluttered in the afternoon breeze and she began to take them down, folding them into squares and tucking the clothespins into her pocket. As she folded the last sheet, she noticed that it was crunchy. Something was stuck to it. With a sigh, she flipped it over, thinking about how she'd have to re-wash it again when her fingers curled around the envelope's corner. She glanced around, plucked it from its taped spot and slid a fingernail under the flap.

Kelly Jo Marcus went over her checklist for the fourth time and heaved a sigh, surveying the movement in the space below. From her position on the catwalk, she could see a group of cubicles, each with its own DLP projector and Dell laptop, each prepared to convince the world that its product was the best. Her twin brother, Kevin, was below, troubleshooting an electrical outlet and she heard a whoop of joy as the last projector sputtered into life. She smiled and flipped to the last page of her checklist, astonished to find an envelope in its place. At first, she thought it was from Kevin, but both of their names were on it. She sat on the stairs and used her tip of her pen to slash it open.

Beverly Johansson finished her last hushpuppy and sat back with a contented sigh. Three chicken breasts, two thighs, cole slaw, hushpuppies and a tub of baked beans. That had to be a record. For lunch, at least. She burped, patted her stomach and was leaning forward for a napkin when she heard the bell ring. Another customer. She smiled at the picture of her great-grandmother standing arm-in-arm with Jessie Jackson and Martin Luther King, Jr. and tugged her voluminous body from the chair, heading into the boutique. To her surprise, it was empty except a large black envelope perched on the keypad of her cash register. She grabbed her letter opener and sliced it open.

James Hawethorne Weathers, anchorman of WCHO's Live News at Eleven, gathered his briefcase and London Fog jacket and headed down the long hallway that led to the elevators. He was so tired. He glanced at his Rolex and noted that he was leaving a full fifteen minutes early tonight. It was nearly one o'clock. He stepped into the elevator and wearily got out on the garage deck, heading for his car. His hunter green Jaguar squatted in his assigned space and he gratefully shuffled over to it, pausing as he leaned to insert the key in the lock. An envelope was resting on the passenger's seat. He hesitated for a moment, unlocked the door and slid inside, relocking it. With shaking hands, he lifted the black square and gingerly pried it open.

The note read:



Wicked Game Ch. 02



Shane Kingsley was the first to step off the plane. He strolled down the hallway, entering the lobby area and looked around. The concourse was filled with people, some waiting for loved ones, some waiting to board other planes. He had no other luggage so he didn't follow the line of passengers heading for the baggage retrieval area. Instead, he headed for the airport exit, searching the drop-off area. On the other side of the entrance plaza was a long, black limousine, a uniformed driver standing at its side.

"Uh, hi, I'm... "

"Mr. Kingsley. Welcome." The driver opened the door and stood silently.

Shane gave him a look of confusion and bent to enter the vehicle. "Wow." He'd never been inside a limo before and he felt like he'd died and gone to heaven. Two long seats were on each side of the vehicle, a bar at each end. Cut glass decanters with various amber liquids, a cut glass ice bucket and heavy cut glass tumblers rested on top of each bar, protected by double bands of metal.

"May I have your bag, Mr. Kingsley?"

"Uh, yeah."

"Thank you, sir. Feel free to make yourself a drink. If you prefer beer, there are a few in the refrigerator."

"Thanks."

Shane reached into the tiny bar fridge, pulled out a Corona and sat back. Just a minute later, an attractive couple got in, both smiling at him.

"Hi, I'm Kelly Jo Marcus and this is my brother, Kevin."

"I'm Shane Kingsley." The three shook hands. "Want a drink or a beer?"

"Are you the designated bartender?"

Shane laughed. "I guess. I've done enough of it in college."

"That's where I know you from! You're Marshall's QB." Shane just smiled at Kevin. "We have a star in our midst, Kel."

"Shane, just ignore him. He's a football groupie." Her smile was soft. "I'll take a whiskey and coke."

"Comin' right up."

"I'll take a beer."

While the threesome drank and made small talk, James Weathers and Beverly Johansson arrived. The salt-and-pepper haired anchor graciously allowed Beverly to enter first, wondering what the weight limit for the axle was as he watched her huge ass squeeze in. The black woman settled next to the young blond kid and James sat next to the other young man.

"Welcome." Shane said, with a smile and a toast. "Name your poison."

"Got any vodka?"

"Yes, sir."

"Great. I'll take a vodka and tonic."

"Cool. And for you, ma'am?"

"Uh, any diet soda?"

"Yeah, but you should have a drink."

"Uh, I don't really drink."

"Then let me make something for you. Trust me?"

Beverly glanced around and felt the blood rush to her face when she noticed that all eyes were on her. "Uh, okay."

Shane opened the fridge and pulled out a small bottle of champagne, filled a glass a third of the way with orange juice and topped it off with the champagne. Beverly accepted it with shaking hands and took a sip. 

"Wow, that's good."

"Glad you like it. It's called a mimosa."

"Mimosa." Beverly repeated it, almost in a trance and took another sip, watching as Shane made a vodka and tonic for the older gentleman. 

"So, does anyone know who's hosting this shindig?" Five heads nodded negatively at Shane. "Anyone see who delivered your invite?" Again, five negative nods. "Wow, this is really strange."

"I'll say." Kevin sat back, putting his arm around his sister. "They put our invite on Kelly Jo's clipboard, right under her nose!"

"Mine was on the passenger seat in my locked car." James volunteered.

"In your locked car? Any signs of tampering?" Shane asked.

"None."

"Mine was on my pillow in my locked dorm room and the fucked up thing about it is that I have two beds, the regular dorm bed and a futon. I sleep on the futon. The invitation was on my futon. Now how did this person know that I only sleep on the futon?"

"Now, that's creepy!" Kelly Jo said and everyone agreed. "What about you?"

Beverly took another sip before speaking. "Left it on the cash register at my business."

"And you didn't see anyone?" James asked.

"Nope. I was eating lunch in the back room. I heard the bell, we have a bell on the door to let us know that someone in the store, and when I came out, there was no one there. Just the envelope."

"You didn't hear them going out?"

"Nope and no one was in the store before I went in the back."

"Now, that's really creepy!" Kelly Jo said and again, everyone agreed.

"Why are we still here?" Shane muttered and Kevin glanced out of the window.

"We must be waiting for someone else."

"I've never been on a scavenger hunt before." Beverly nearly whispered. "What's it like?"

"It's pretty fun." Kelly Jo said. "Someone gives you a list of things you have to find and you get points for each item."

"List of things? Like what?"

"Like a hamburger from Burger King. And it has to be a hamburger and it has to be from Burger King or you don't get the points."

"Oh, I see."

A young woman stepped in, looked at everyone and nearly toppled backward out of the limo's open door. James grabbed for her and was astonished when she violently reacted to his touch.

"Don't touch me!"

Kevin helped him back onto the seat and they all watched as Ashley stepped in, cowering in the far corner, next to Beverly. Seeing the girl so afraid, she gave her a gentle smile. "Welcome. I'm Beverly, but you can call me Bev."

It was several moments before the woman spoke, her voice trembling. "I'm Ashley." Each person went around and introduced themselves, with James being the last. "I'm sorry for yelling at you, sir. I just... don't want to be touched."

"It's okay, Ashley, but we're all in this strange situation together so don't feel like you're alone."

"Thanks." She murmured.

"Want a drink?"

"Scotch. Double. Little ice." Her staccato answer brought everyone's eyes to her again. Ashley looked around and offered a shy smile. "Please?"

Shane laughed. "At your service, ma'am."

The smoked glass partition that separated the driver from the passengers slowly slid downward and the driver turned to see them. "Ladies and gentlemen, I know that you have questions... "

"You bet we do!" Kevin said and Kelly Jo touched his arm, giving him a stern motherly look.

"We are heading to the hotel now and you'll receive instructions once we get there."

"Who sent the invitations?"

"How'd they get in my car?"

"What's the prize?"

The driver looked from Shane to James to Kelly Jo, wearing the same look of indifference for each. "I can give the same answer for all three questions. I don't know. I was hired by phone to meet you all here and to take you to the hotel."

"Then how'd you know our names?"

"I was briefed, of course." The driver said, addressing Kevin. "Now, if you are all ready, I'll take you to the hotel."

"We don't have any choice, do we?" Shane muttered.

"Oh, you always have a choice. You can leave now, if you wish, but you will forfeit the money you received and you will have to pay for your return home."

"Or?" Beverly asked.

"Or we continue on to the hotel."

"And what happens at the hotel?" Ashley said.

"You are shown to your assigned rooms and enjoy an evening at the hotel."

"That's it?" Said Kelly Jo.

"You'll receive your instructions at dinner."

The group looked at each other, a few shrugging shoulders, a few touching lightly. "Well, we're all in this together... " James let his gaze fall upon each of their faces. "Are we all in agreement?" The other five members nodded together and James turned to the driver. "We will go to the hotel."

The driver touched his fingers to his cap in respect. "Yes, sir."

Since they had never seen Atlantic City, the driver, whom introduced himself as Nathan, gave them a riding tour and they had more drinks, talking amongst themselves. James couldn't help but gaze at Beverly, wondering how someone with such a breathtaking face could end up so large. Kelly Jo sat close to her brother, enjoying the feel of his arm draped protectively around her shoulder and Kevin sat proudly, listening to his super-intelligent sister talking about their business. Shane, with his movie star looks, smiled widely at her and had them all laughing with some of his college stories. Only Ashley remained silent, nursing her drink.

Beverly lightly touched her hand and was pleased to find that Ashley accepted her contact. "Here."

"What's this?"

"Shane says it's called a mimosa." She grinned, happy that she hadn't stumbled over the pronunciation. "Try it."

"No thanks."

"Oh, come on! Try it!"

Ashley looked over at the black woman and saw happiness in her face. "Oh, all right." She took the glass and took a long sip. The sweet flavor of oranges burst over her tongue, delicately countered by the tingle of slightly tart bubbles. She loved it. "This is very good."

"See? I told you that you'd like it!" Beverly turned to Shane, holding out her empty glass. "Another, please."

The hotel was fabulous. The Tropicana Casino and Resort was a dream. Nathan took care of their room arrangements and presented everyone with their own card key. Kelly Jo looked a little uncomfortable. "Uh, Nathan?"

"Yes, Miss Marcus?"

"I thought I was going to be sharing a room with my brother."

"No, ma'am. Everyone is to have his or her own room."

"Oh."

"But you and your brother do have adjoining rooms."

"Okay. I guess that'll have to do."

"All right. You are scheduled for dinner at eight in the main conference room. Evening wear has been provided and is in each of your rooms. Have a good evening."

"You're not staying with us?"

"No, Miss Johansson. I have other clients to chauffeur." He gave a gentle smile. "I will see you all later."

"Hey, Nathan!" Shane caught the driver before he had reached the doors. "Thanks for the trip."

"No problem, Mr. Kingsley. Enjoy your evening."

Everyone went to their rooms. Beverly found an evening dress of bright blue, Kelly Jo had an orange one and Ashley's was purple, each with a matching pair of low pumps. Each of the gents found a tuxedo that fit perfectly, along with spit-shined black shoes. It was three hours until dinner so each used the time to their own advantage, some napping, some watching TV, some writing in journals. When the magic hour arrived, they all stepped out into the hallway and admired each other.

James noticed how beautiful Beverly looked. The timidity that he had witnessed earlier had seemed to melt away, leaving a beautiful, albeit large, woman. She had left her hair down, straight, black and with a flip on the ends. Her darkly-outlined eyes and ruby lips completed the outfit, along with a bright, flirtatious smile. He found himself drawn to her side and gave her a warm smile.

"You look beautiful, Beverly."

"Thanks, Jim."

James would usually go ballistic if someone called him Jim but it sounded so right coming from her. He offered the crook of his arm. "May I escort you to dinner?"

Beverly just looked at him for a minute, her heart pounding in her chest. Okay, he was handsome. Okay, he was nice. But he was white! Her mother would never accept a white boy. I'm not gonna think about my momma! I'm not gonna think about her at all! This is my dream! She smiled and took a deep breath. "Yes. Thank you."

Kelly Jo and Kevin emerged together and she made him stop, straightening his tie. "You look handsome, little brother."

"And you look beautiful, big sister." Although they were twins, it was a joke between them. Kelly Jo had been born first, Kevin six minutes later. He gave her a quick kiss on the cheek and put his arm around her, as he always did. 

Shane snuck up and put his arms around both of them and the three of them laughed. "Howdy, neighbors! Are we all here?"

"No, we're missing one." Kelly Jo turned toward Ashley's door and she knocked lightly. "Ashley, it's Kelly Jo. Are you ready?"

"I'm not going." Was the reply through the door.

"Let me in. Let's talk."

"No, that's okay."

"Ashley, we all agreed to do this as a team. Now let me in and let's talk about it."

Kelly Jo heard the door lock click and motioned to the others that she would be just a minute. She stepped into the room and found Ashley, dressed in the beautiful purple dress and sitting on the edge of the bed. "What's wrong?"

"I can't go, Kelly Jo."

"Why?"

Ashley seemed to be fighting herself for a long moment. "I-I'm sorry. I just can't."

"But why? We all got dressed. Everyone's waiting for you." A tear slipped from Ashley's eye and Kelly Jo noticed it in horror. "What is it, honey?"

Ashley couldn't speak. Her tears continued to fall as she reached over and tapped her shoulder. Kelly Jo walked around the side of the bed and could barely contain her gasp. Ashley's back was covered with score marks, livid and red. Most were covered by the soft material but others were not. Clearly, she couldn't go to dinner like this. Kelly Jo had so many questions she wanted to ask but just the sheer terror of seeing someone like this took her breath away. She steadied her nerves.

"Wait right here." Kelly Jo left Ashley's room at a run, leaving confused faces in her wake. She rummaged through her suitcase until she found a cream-colored wrap and dashed straight back with it. "Here. This will work perfectly." She draped it around Ashley's shoulders and used a tissue to dry the woman's tears. "Now come on. Let's go get drunk and have some fun."

When they came out, everyone applauded and they all went down to the conference room. Dinner was spectacular. Garlic-rubbed prime rib, lobster tail, baked potatoes and a vegetable medley of squash, zucchini and carrots. Plenty of mimosas for Beverly and Ashley, cosmopolitans for Kelly Jo, vodka and tonics for James and Kevin and rum and cokes for Shane. At the end of the meal, the server brought a letter-sized manila folder with a large number 1 penned on it.

By unspoken but mutual agreement, James received the envelope and opened it.

"By now, you should have had a wonderful dinner and are ready to accomplish your first task on the scavenger hunt. Your first task is to steal the bellman's uniform. Simple task? No. To steal his uniform, you must undress and seduce him. One of the ladies must be chosen for the task. The reward for each person will be $2,000 dollars." A squeal of excitement went up around the table. "The proof required is the bellman's cum, either in the mouth or in the pussy of the participating girl. This proof must be shown to Nathan. Everyone must remain in the dining room and the girl will rejoin the group. If you follow the instructions, you will receive the money immediately for use in the casino."

Kelly Jo looked to Beverly who looked to Ashley. One of them had to seduce the bellman. Kelly Jo knew that Ashley wouldn't be able to do it. She still needed some time to heal from whatever happened to her and Beverly... she was so fat... the bellman might not want her.

"Well," James cleared his throat. "I guess it's up to one of you ladies."

"I don't think that they should have to do it."

"Shane, it's two thousand dollars!" Kevin exclaimed. "Two grand!"

"I'll do it." Kelly Jo said softly.

Kevin whirled toward his sister. "No!"

"You just said that it was two thousand dollars, Kevin. Remember that? Are your feelings different now because it's your sister?"

"Shut up, Shane!" Kevin stood, balling his hands into fists.

"Kevin, sit down." Kelly Jo touched his arm, her eyes imploring. "Out of the three of us, I am best suited for the job."

"No, Kel! You can't do this!"

Kelly Jo gave everyone a smile. "So my cherry gets busted first. I'm sure that each one of us will have to do a task that we don't really like. I'm just going first."

Ashley left her seat and gave Kelly Jo a huge embrace. "Thank you."

Kelly Jo patted her back. "We'll talk later. Okay?"

Ashley nodded and Beverly moved in next, squeezing her tightly. "I really appreciate you doing this, Kelly. Be careful."

Kelly Jo accepted kisses from Shane and James, squeezed her brother's hand and taking her drink, she left the room, heading for the lobby. There were four bellmen, three black and one Spanish. Since the instructions did not specify which one, she decided that she would choose which one. The older black man smiled at her but she couldn't see herself seducing him and the Spanish man left to take care of some customers. The other two were young and both were huddled together, looking at her. She grinned and headed over to them, having made her choice.

"I wonder if you can help me." He was cute. He reminded her of Ralph Tresvant, the lead singer of New Edition, with his easy smile and long legs.

"Maybe." He looked her up and down, laughing with his friend. "What you need, Snow White?"

"I need your uniform. Is there someplace we can... talk?"

"Holy shit!" His friend said, elbowing him fiercely. 

"Yeah, sure. Follow me."

Kelly Jo ran a hand nonchalantly through her hair and followed the young man. The concierge's eyes traced their path until they were out of sight, heading down a long service hallway. The young man grabbed her, shoving her against the wall and thrusting his tongue into her mouth as he ground his hard dick into her groin. She felt panic race through her and fought it, gently pushing him back. "A little anxious, aren't you?"

"Well, I don't know about you, but it's not every day that I get offered a tasty piece of white meat like you."

"I only need to borrow your uniform, honey."

"Well, what you gonna do for it?"

"You don't get pussy for that, honey. There's only one thing that I'm willing to do. Now, you got a place for us or do I have to go ask your friend?"

"I've got a place." He took her hand and opened the janitor's closet, a spacious hole-in-the-wall populated by mop buckets, gallon jugs of various chemicals and paper products. "Is this good enough?"

"This'll work." Kelly Jo set her purse on the shelf. "Okay. Out of the uniform."

"You don't waste any time, do you?"

"Should I?" She touched his cheek, pushing his head back and biting his neck. 

"Shit, bitch! You ain't gotta bite!"

"Yes, I do. I like the taste of chocolate." Kelly Jo bit again, this time, giving his cock a gentle squeeze through his pants. 

He yelped. "Fuck, yeah. That was sweet."

She kept licking his throat, giving him tender bites and caressing his cock. "You've got a nice, thick cock." The words sounded weird, rolling off her tongue. She had seduced guys before, but never a stranger and never someone black. But his prick... it felt huge! She helped him shrug out of his jacket and accepted his thick tongue, wrapping her own around it and sucking him into her. He groaned, his hands moving down to her breasts and pinching the nipples. She gasped into his mouth and he pinched a little harder.

"You gonna let me pound that pussy?"

"You think you're worthy?"

"Oh, I'm more than worthy, Snow White." Kelly Jo heard his words but she wasn't concentrating on them any more. His strong fingers were squeezing and pinching her nipples, sending lightning bolts of pleasure into her cunt. It had been a long time since she'd had a nice thick cock in her pussy and he seemed more that adequate to fit her needs. "Wanna try me?"

"Okay." She whispered, wrapping her arms around his neck. "Fuck me."

She couldn't believe that she'd actually said it but she loved the change in him. He crushed her body to his, humping her aching pussy, kissing her deeply. His hands slid down, gripped the edge of her dress and pulling it upwards. She trembled, feeling his hands roaming all over her panty-clad ass. His fingers stroked her ass, moving around to the front, tracing the outline of her sodden pussy lips.

"Ooo, yeah, baby. You already wet for me. Let me see how wet."

Kelly Jo couldn't help the moan that escaped from her throat as one of his long fingers sunk into her wet pussy. He moved it in and out, his hand on her ass as he pressed her in it. "Oh, yes!" She gasped. "Yes, fuck me. Fuck my pussy."




Wicked Game Ch. 03



“Can I sit down?”

Kelly Jo looked up into Ashley’s wan face and gave her a big smile. “Sure.”

Ashley set her plate of fresh fruit and glass of orange juice down and sat, unwrapping her silverware and spreading her napkin on her lap. “I heard you did well at the tables last night.”

“Yep. Just got lucky. I love baccarat.”

“I tried to follow along. It’s too confusing.”

“You should start with blackjack. That’s pretty straight forward.”

“I-I’ve never played blackjack.”

“Never?” Ashley shook her head, chewing on a chunk of honeydew. “Have you ever vacationed anywhere where there was a casino?”

“No.”

“Have you ever been to a casino?”

“Never had any money.”

“I thought you said you were married, Ashley. You mean to tell me that your husband wouldn’t give you a few bucks to play some games?”

“No.”

The hairs on the nape of Kelly Jo’s neck prickled. Something was wrong and she didn’t like what she thought it was, especially with Ashley’s wounds fresh on her mind. “Ashley, did your husband give you those wounds?”

“It was my fault.”

“Oh, my God.” Kelly Jo whispered. “Please tell me you don’t believe that!”

“It’s true, Kelly Jo. I knew that I shouldn’t talk back to him and I did. I had to be taught a lesson.”

“Ashley … “

“Don’t worry, Kelly Jo. If I still believed that, I wouldn’t be here.” Ashley took a deep breath. “I left him.”

“Does he know?”

“About what? Me leaving?”

“No, the scavenger hunt.”

“No. He never saw the invitation.”

Kelly Jo patted her chest in relief and picked up a slice of bacon, chewing thoughtfully. “So how’d you get yours?”

“It was taped onto one of my sheets.”

“In your house?”

“No, I had done laundry and the sheets were hanging outside, drying. When I went to take them down, it was taped onto the back of one.”

“That was ingenious. I swear, that’s as mysterious as this whole hunt. It’s like a ghost left them.”

“Yeah.” Ashley took a swallow of her juice. “He would never have let me go anyway.”

“I have a feeling that there’s precious little that he’d let you do.” Kelly Jo waited for a response that never came. “Am I right?” Ashley nodded. “Why would you stay?”

“Because I thought he loved me.” Seeing the look on Kelly Jo’s face, Ashley sighed, setting her fork down. “We’ve been together ever since we graduated from high school. Nearly nine years. I never imagined that … our love would degenerate to … whatever it is now.”

“It happens sometimes. You shouldn’t blame yourself.”

“But why didn’t I see it? Why didn’t I notice the changes?”

“He probably did it subtly. That’s how most of them do it. One day, you’re in love, then the next day, he’s telling you that this blouse looks better on you than that one, then he’s buying all your clothes for you.” Tears were dripping down Ashley’s cheeks. “Does that sound familiar?”

“It started with the TV set. He used to love to watch Jeopardy with me. He was always so proud that I knew most of the answers and he even said that I should be on the show because I was so smart.” She wiped her face and dabbed at her nose. “Then one day, when we were watching it, he turned the channel and said that he thought Wheel of Fortune would be a better show to watch. Finally, he just quit asking and started controlling what we watched. The only time I was allowed to watch anything was when he was at work. And then, he’d hide the remote so I couldn’t turn the channel.” Her voice dropped to a whisper. “I got my first lesson when I found the remote and forgot to put it back.”

“Oh, Ashley.”

“I don’t know why I didn’t leave right then but I stayed.” Ashley took a drink of her juice. “Then, he got into this ‘I-have-to-have-an-heir’ thing and he started fucking me every time he could, trying to get me pregnant. When nothing happened, he got angry and called my gynecologist, who told him that I was on Depo-Provera. You know, birth control. That was my second lesson.” She was silent for a long time. “But that wasn’t the worst.”

“Ashley, you don’t have to tell me.”

“Please.” The plaintive tone of her voice caught and held Kelly Jo’s attention. “I need to tell someone.”

Kelly Jo set her newspaper down, took Ashley’s hands in hers and gave them a gentle squeeze. “Go ahead, honey.”

Ashley took a breath. “The third lesson was the worst. I got pregnant and he was so happy. He treated me like a queen, like he did when we were first going out. I was happy, too. I thought the baby would make everything all right again. Then, he brought the first girl home. And while I was in the bathroom having morning sickness, he was fucking her, in our bed. When I confronted him about it, he told me that he was a man and that he could do whatever he wanted. I was only a piece of property.” She released a breath with a loud gush of wind. “I threw myself down the basement stairs and miscarried the baby.”

“Oh, my God!”

“That was the worst lesson.”

“Ashley, what was the lesson on your back for?”

“Talking back to him. It didn’t matter. I’d already decided to leave. Enduring another lesson was the last thing on my mind.”

“What if you hadn’t endured it?” Both women sat silently, their hands clasped together, neither wanting to answer the question. “Where will you go after this is done?”

“I don’t know. I’ll probably stay in a hotel for awhile.”

“I know we just met, Ashley, but Kevin and I have a big house and plenty of extra space for someone else. You could stay as long as you’d like … “

“I couldn’t impose on you, Kelly Jo. Besides, I couldn’t forgive myself if Matthew showed up and put you and Kevin’s lives in jeopardy … “

“I’m sure that Kevin would be more than happy to handle him.” Kelly Jo smiled, glancing up and seeing Kevin fast approaching. “Here he comes now. Just give it a thought, okay?”

“Okay.” Ashley murmured, releasing Kelly Jo’s hands and grabbing her juice. “Thanks.”

“Good morning, Lady Luck!” Kevin grinned, pressing a kiss to Kelly Jo’s cheek. “Good morning, Ashley.”

“Morning, Kevin.” Ashley replied, then turned her attention back to her neglected fruit. She ate in silence, listening to the twins’ animated conversation. How nice it would be to have someone who cared. Kelly Jo had seemed to care like that. Ashley remembered the softness of her hands and the sincerity in her eyes. Would Kelly Jo care about her like that?

“Morning everyone.” Shane, Beverly and James came over, plates in their hands. They all pulled up chairs and pretty soon, everyone was talking about the casino and about how much Kelly Jo had won. 

It was strange to see how quickly they had become a team, how quickly they had trusted each other and protected each other. Nathan noticed this as he watched them from his seat in the corner. He had seen the mousy Ashley respond to Kelly Jo’s concern. He saw James wait for Beverly and saw Shane actually enjoying the company of people several years older than he was. And he saw Kevin looking at his sister as a woman. In just this short spanse of time, each had encountered something that they never thought they would.

He left his table and headed toward the group. “Good morning.”

“Morning, Nathan.” They all replied simultaneously and every one of them laughed, as if it was a private joke. He laid the envelope on the table. “Your next task.”

James hefted the manila envelope. “By now, you should have had a wonderful breakfast and are ready to accomplish your second task on the scavenger hunt. Your second task is to provide a massage to Vince Neil, the lead singer of Poison. Simple task? No. To provide this massage, you must give him a ‘happy ending’. One of the ladies must be chosen for the task and it cannot be Kelly Jo. The reward for each person will be $2,500 dollars.” A hum of appreciation zipped through the group. “The proof required is the Vince’s cum, either in the hand or the mouth of the participating girl. This proof must be shown to Nathan. Everyone must remain in the dining room and the girl will rejoin the group. If you follow the instructions, you will receive the money upon completion.”

“I’ll do it.” Beverly spoke up.

“No, Bev. I’ll do it.” Ashley stood, her dark eyes soft.

“Are you sure?” Kelly Jo asked. 

“Yes.” Ashley drew her shoulders straight. “If you can do it, I can.”

Nathan smiled, holding a card key in his hand. “He’s expecting you.”

Ashley took the card key and headed for the door. “Ashley, wait!” Kelly Jo rushed to catch up with her, giving her a tight embrace and a lingering kiss on her cheek. “We’ll be waiting for you.”

Ashley felt her heart leap in her chest, seeing something spark in Kelly Jo’s eyes. She raised a hand to cup her face, thrilling at the touch of Kelly Jo’s hand on hers. Ashley was surprised to find herself wanting to kiss her soft mouth, to feel the love radiate through her. “I’ll be looking forward to it.”

When Ashley turned to follow Nathan, Kelly Jo noticed that it was the first time she’d seen Ashley smile.



*****

The elevator stopped on the top floor, the suite floor, as it was called. The entire floor was composed of only three rooms, one of which was occupied by Vince Neil, the others by an Arab sheik and his wife. Ashley stepped out of the elevator and walked down the richly appointed hallway, stopping at the last door and using the card key to enter.

A massage table had been set up in the center of the living room area and a naked Vince Neil reclined on it, a frosty beer in his hand. “Hey, how ya doin’?” He seemed oblivious to the fact that he was naked and swung his legs over the table’s edge, his flaccid penis flopping against his leg.

“Hello, Mr. Neil. Nice to meet you.”

“It’s Vince. And you are … “

“Ashley.”

“Ashley, you’re cute.”

“Thanks. And you’re naked.”

“Well, you are planning to ravish me, aren’t you?” He was certainly charming, she’d give him that, and his easy manner was calming her jangled nerves. “Want a beer?”

“Sure.”

“Great!” He jumped down from the table and fetched two beers from the fridge, popping and handing her one. “I hoped you weren’t gonna be some stuck-up chick.”

“Why? Have your other masseuses been stuck-up?”

“Very! One weirded out on my ‘cause I had a hard-on! Can you believe that?”

Ashley laughed. “Maybe she’d never seen one before!”

“Have you?”

The laughter suddenly stuck in her throat, visions of Matt flashing through her mind. She coughed lightly and willed Kelly Jo’s beautiful smile into view. “Of course. Have you?”

Vince brayed, spewing beer across the table. “Oh, shit! She’s got a sense of humor!”

“And you’ve made a mess of the table! Get up and let me clean it.” She set her beer down, waited until he’d jumped down again and wiped the table down. She spread a large towel over the plastic surface and added a second smaller towel. “Well, we might as well get this show on the road. Hop up and lay on your stomach.”

Vince climbed onto the table, guzzling some beer before laying face down. “Make sure you give my feet extra attention, will ya?”

“Are they sore?”

“Naw. I just like having them touched.”

“Oh, you’re one of those.” Ashley giggled. “A foot fetishist.”

“My wife loves it. I suck on her toes all the time.”

“I bet you do.” She poured some oil onto her hands and began with his left arm, thoroughly massaging the tendons and muscles in his hand, wrist, forearm, bicep and the connection of shoulder and armpit, then moved on to the other arm.

“Jesus, you’re good!”

“Thanks.” She continued down his body, attacking the torso, then legs, leaving Vince’s tight ass for last. She enjoyed squeezing his tight buns and noticed his rapid breathing as her fingers moved closer and closer to his asshole. “You have a nice ass, Vince.” She pressed against one of his knees, moving his legs apart a bit. Ashley let her fingers delve into his ass cleft again, feeling him tremble slightly as her fingertip stroked the sensitive skin surrounding his pucker. With deliberate slowness, she pushed inward and Vince let out a deep groan, opening his legs a bit more.

“Oh, yeah, Ashley. That’s good.” She moved her finger in and out a few times, hearing his answering moans, then withdrew it. “Oh, why’d you do that?”

“Because it’s time to turn over.” Vince sighed and heaved his body sideways, rolling onto his back. His stiff cock stood straight up and she smiled. Again, she poured oil and began to massage his chest and the front portions of his legs. Once she was finished, she moved down to his ankles and feet, spending extra time with his instep, heels and ball of his feet. Vince responded by arching his back. His prick throbbed, seeming to lengthen in front of her eyes. A plan formed in her mind.

“Oh, Ashley, that’s perfect! God, you’re going to make me bust a nut.” She removed her hands, drawing a groan of disappointment from him. “Aw, that’s not fair!”

Ashley just smiled. She pulled his leg up by the knee and did the same with the other. Then, positioning herself at the end of the table, she reached for his prick with one hand and impaled him on one of the fingers of her other hand. Vince arched off the table with a long, deep groan, his ass muscles momentarily tightening around her finger.

“Oh, God!” Ashley began to stroke his cock in concert with the finger in his ass, watching in delight as his hands gripped the edge of the table tighter and tighter, heading towards a colossal orgasm. “Oh, yeah! Oh, yeah! Oh, baby, I’m almost there.” Sensing that he was close, she bent down and took one of his big toes into her mouth, sucking as hard as she could. “Oh, fuck!”

His cock jerked in her hand and his ass muscles clenched around her finger as he came. Streams of cum splashed into her palm, some dripping down onto his furred groin. He squirted three more times, each smaller than the last, each drawing a grunt from him. He finally relaxed, his body melting into the clean towels, tensing for a quick moment when she slowly slid her finger from his still-clenching asshole.

Ashley stood straight, draped a hand towel over her filled hand and headed for the door. “Have a good day.”

“Hey, wait!” Ashley paused, uncertainty coloring her features. “Here. You were fantastic.” She looked down at the folded hundred dollar bills and the business card that he held out. “Do you have an office that you work out of?”

“Uh, no. I’m not really a professional.”

“Well, you ought to be. When you get yourself situated, give me a call. I could steer a lot of business your way. A lot.”

Ashley smiled. Out of this had come the unexpected boon of a job. And it was on her terms. Nothing forced. “Thanks, Vince. I appreciate it.” She accepted his kiss on her cheek and departed, taking the elevator back down to the lobby. Nathan was waiting in the side room and gave her a smile when she presented her proof. 

“Excellent. That’s twenty-five hundred dollars you’ve won for each of your team members.” She smiled widely. “I have also been authorized to offer you a thousand extra if you’ll drink it.”

The blood drained from Ashley’s face. “D-Drink it?”

“Yes.”

Ashley looked down at the pearlescent pool of cum in her hand. Another memory of Matt arose unbidden. Yet another lesson. The punishment had been being forced to drink an entire cup of his friends’ cum. She had vomited not long after, her ears filled with his derisive laughter. What would Kelly Jo do?

She raised her hand to her face and swallowed its still warm contents, trying her best not to become nauseous. When she lowered her hand, Nathan held out a glass of ice-cold champagne, which she downed quickly.

“Congratulations.” Nathan said warmly. “You may rejoin the others.” Ashley washed her hands and left the room. In a few minutes, he entered the room and surveyed their faces. Kelly Jo and Ashley were holding hands, the eyes of both women wet with tears. But they were obviously tears of joy. Ashley’s once-grim face was radiant with her personal triumph. The others were looking on, all wearing huge smiles.

“Congratulations, ladies and gentlemen. You have successfully completed your second task.” As he spoke, he laid a brick of bank-banded cash in front of each person, saving Ashley for last. “You may take this money and leave now or you can spend the night and wait for tomorrow.”

Kelly Jo looked at Ashley and in a whisper for her ears only, said, “Please stay.”

The tears built in Ashley’s eyes again and she gave Kelly Jo a nod. Kelly Jo looked to Kevin and they nodded to each other, then to James. James looked at Beverly and Shane and they gave him a nod.

“We’ll all be staying.”

Nathan gave a small bow. “Enjoy the rest of the day and I’ll see you in the morning.”



Wicked Game Ch. 04



Shane found Beverly on the outside balcony of the dining area, quietly sipping a mimosa as the sun set over the glassy water. Her hair was down, gently waving over her shoulders and swaying in the soft wind.

“Hey.”

She turned and gave him a tentative smile. “Hi.”

“You sitting out here by yourself?”

“Yeah.”

“Want some company?”

“Uh, sure.” Beverly was surprised that the handsome young man would want to sit with her, she wasn’t sure of how to act. “Pull up a chair.”

“Thanks.” Shane sat down and ordered a beer from the hovering waiter. “So what do you think?”

“It’s very beautiful.”

“No,” He laughed, running a hand through his dishwater blond hair. “I meant about this. The scavenger hunt.”

“Oh!” She giggled. “Honestly, I don’t know what to think. It’s all too surreal.”

“Yeah, I’ll have to agree with you on that.” Shane took a slug from his beer. “Are you married?”

Fear and shame struck Beverly’s heart. “Why do you ask?”

“Oh, I’m sorry, Bev. I didn’t mean to pry. I just wanted to know what your other half thought of it.” He paused a moment. “My friend Jaime thought it was a hoot. He wanted to come along.”

“Why didn’t he?”

“Because he didn’t get an invite, of course.”

“He couldn’t come without an invitation?”

“Nope. Nathan didn’t ask to see mine but he knew who I was by name.” Shane stared at her for a moment. “Did you get an invitation?”

“Yes, but my mother burned it.”

“What?”

Beverly sighed, her heavy breasts lifting and falling. “I’m not married, Shane. I live with my mother.”

“That’s cool. So do I.”

“But you’re not thirty-seven years old!”

Shane nearly choked. “You’re thirty-seven?”

“Why, is that a problem?”

“Not at all. I … I just never would have guessed you were that old.”

For a moment, Beverly forgot to breathe. He had just paid her a compliment! “H-How old did you think I was?”

“Around my age. Twenty-four, twenty-five.”

“Wow.”

“You know, Bev, you have a beautiful face. You should be a model.”

She laughed at that. “A model? Shane, if you hadn’t noticed, I’m not exactly a size six.”

“No, but neither is Emme.”

“Emme? Who’s that?”

“You’ve never heard of Emme?” Beverly shook her head. “Emme is a model but she’s like a size 24 or something.”

“What?”

“Yeah. She’s, no offense, fat! She’s a big girl!”

“They have fat models?”

“Oh, yeah! Didn’t I hear you say that you own a dress boutique?”

“Yes.”

“Have you ever seen a Lane Bryant catalog?”

Beverly thought for a moment. Her mother got that catalog but she had never allowed her to see it. “No.”

“Hold on a minute. I’ll be right back.” Shane jumped up and disappeared inside the hotel, leaving just as James was arriving.

“Hey, how are you?”

“Fine.” She was feeling strange. First, Shane, now James, seeking out her company? Maybe they were both horny and pegged her for the easy fat girl who was desperate for attention. They didn’t know it, but she’d accept their attention, desperate or not. She hadn’t told Shane that she was a thirty-seven year old virgin.

“Where’s Shane running off to?”

“I don’t know. He just said that he’d be right back.”

“Oh.” James straightened his tie. “Do you mind if I sit down?”

“Not at all.”

He had no idea what had come over him. Every woman in James Weathers’ life had been skinny. Not rack of bones skinny, but thin, athletic or both. He had always hated fat women. They were disgusting blobs of stinking flesh, often with unkempt, stringy hair and dirty clothes. They were always eating, spilling food on themselves and talking with mouths full of food. And their bodies … he couldn’t bear to think about that.

But Beverly was different. She was fat but somehow, she was elegant. When they had first met in the limousine, she had been wearing a one-piece jumpsuit, an orange piece that reminded him of something that Pam Grier might have worn in one of her old movies. It hugged her big hips and thighs and accentuated her huge breasts but that wasn’t what caught his attention. It was her attitude. Beverly Johansson didn’t give a damn that she was fat.

And then at dinner last night, with her hair down, she had looked like a chocolate angel. Her deep brown eyes had a decidedly Asian tilt to them which made her all the more exotic and desirable and the dress … that dress was made for her.

“Want a drink?”

“Huh?”

“I need another drink. Do you want one?”

“Sure.” He watched as she turned and caught the waiter’s attention, then ordered their drinks, including one for Shane. “You really like those mimosas, eh?”

“I can’t help it. They’re really good.”

“Well, let me order something else for you.” James caught the waiter before he walked away. When the waiter returned, James took the drink and set it in front of her. “This is called a melon ball.”

“It’s green.”

“Yes. It’s made with orange juice and Midori liquor.”

“James, it’s green!”

“I know it is. That’s the Midori. It’s honeydew liquor.”

Beverly’s beautiful eyes widened. “Honeydew? Really? How did they do that?”

“I don’t know how it’s made, but I know how it tastes. And it’s pretty darned good!” She bent to sip from the straw but James stopped her. “You have to stir it up first.” He mixed the green liquor into the orange juice. “Okay. Now try it.”

Beverly took a long sip and let the liquid bathe her tongue. The flavor was like nothing she’d ever experienced. Sweet and cold like a honeydew melon and paired with the sweet acidity of orange juice, the drink made her think of a cool mountain morning on a farm. “Oh, James!”

James felt his heart slam in his chest. Jesus, what the hell is happening to me? No woman had ever affected him like this. Just his name on her lips had his cock hard. That was unheard of. “You like it?”

“It’s wonderful!”

“Okay, why don’t we do this? Each day that we are on this hunt, I’ll pick a new drink for you to try and you can let me know what you think.”

Her smile warmed him through. “That sounds good.”

Shane came striding back, a goofy grin on his face. “Took me a little while but one of the desk assistants was able to find this.” He dropped a glossy catalog in front of Beverly. “Take a look.”

Beverly took another sip of her melon ball and gazed at the catalog. A large woman with a pretty face adorned the cover, dressed in a tasteful ensemble. The breath caught in Beverly’s throat as she opened the magazine and started leafing through the pages. Each sheet was covered with fat, beautiful women in wonderful outfits, lingerie and evening gowns. She had no idea that there was something like this. These women were fat and loving it. Fat and getting paid for it. Fat and being accepted for it.

Her bottom lip started to quiver and tears welled and spilled over her thick black lashes and onto her smooth brown skin. Shane’s large hands on her shoulders gave her warmth and a measure of comfort. James slid the catalog from under her fingers and turned to a picture of a black woman in a stunning indigo blue evening gown. He swiveled the magazine back to her.

“That could easily be you.”

His words touched her heart as did the sincerity in his and Shane’s eyes. She wanted to run back to her room and cry her eyes out. Her mother had never let her know about this. She had always harped on her weight. Yet here were large women flaunting their weight and being accepted for it!

“You have a lifetime ahead of you, Beverly. This is just one night.” Shane’s soft voice filled her ears. “I know that you’re upset but we’re in Atlantic City and we have some cash and I, for one, would like to go see the city with a beautiful woman on my arm. Whaddya say, James? Wanna tag along?”

“Most definitely.” James stood and offered his arm to her. Shane stood on the other side and offered his arm. Beverly found herself giggling through her tears. James held out a handkerchief for her and she giggled even more. “Shall we?”

Putting thoughts of her mother firmly behind her, Beverly arose and took their arms, a brilliant smile on her face. “Yes. Let’s.”

*****

Kevin was sulking at dinner. He wasn’t used to having to share his sister with anyone on an intimate basis but Kelly Jo had taken to liking to Ashley and he had to watch them sharing private conversations while he sat just inches away, feeling as if he was invisible.

“Kevin?” He looked over at Ashley. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah. Just tired.”

“Oh, okay. I’m sorry for taking so much of Kel’s time but she’s been such a great friend to me.”

Kevin bristled at the word. Kel. That was his nickname for her. She had no right to use it! She hadn’t grown up with that awesome young woman seated across the table from him. She hadn’t listened to her cry over a broken heart or curse in frustration over a business deal. He alone had been there to take care of Kelly Jo. Only him!

“That’s okay.” He cleared his throat and slugged back most of his drink. “I’m sure there’s enough of Kelly Jo to go around.”

Nathan’s voice startled the threesome. “I’m sure she’d have something to say about that.”

“Good evening, Nathan.” Kevin nearly spat. “What brings you here?”

“The next task.”

“Well, where’s everyone else?”

“This task doesn’t involve anyone else.” Nathan almost caressed the envelope. “In fact, it doesn’t involve you.”

“Who does it involve?”

Nathan turned, hearing Kelly Jo’s voice. “You and Ashley.”

“That’s bullshit!”

“No, it’s not, Mr. Marcus. I must ask you to leave.”

“I’m not leaving!”

“Kevin, what the fuck is wrong with you?” Kelly Jo yelled, her eyes on the envelope in Nathan’s hands. “Nathan said to leave and you have to leave!”

“Maybe I should ask what the fuck is wrong with you! What happened to my sister?”

Kelly Jo stared at her younger brother. “Did I ever tell you about the time I fucked two men at once during the IBM conference?” Kevin’s handsome face visibly paled. “Or the time I masturbated in the President’s bathroom?”
 “Kel!”

“Kevin, I am your sister, true and your twin, but I am also a human being and a woman and I’ve had experiences that you would probably shit your pants over.” She hesitated, trying to read his face. “I’ve always been careful but I’ve always enjoyed the hell out of myself!”

“Where was I?”

Kelly Jo smiled. “Sleeping in the hotel room or watching the Red Wings. You never cared. You were never interested in trolling for sex so …I had to go out and find it for myself.” She touched his cheek. “I’m a grown woman, Kev. I love that you are so protective of me but you had to have realized that it would come to an end one day.”

“I don’t want it to come to an end!”

Nathan, Kelly Jo and Ashley watched as Kevin smashed his beer bottle on the ground and stomped off. Kelly Jo looked distressed.

“Nathan … “

“I’ll take care of him.” He laid the manila envelope on the table in front of them. “This is your next task.” He also set an 8mm video camera on the table and silently stepped back.

Ashley opened the envelope and read the contents. “By now, you should have had a wonderful dinner and are ready to accomplish your third task on the scavenger hunt. Your third task is to make love to another woman. Simple task? No. Kelly Jo and Ashley must be the women chosen to accomplish this task. The reward for each participant will be $3,000 dollars, with $1,000 for the non-participants.” Ashley shyly met Kelly Jo’s eyes. “The proof required is a video recording of the act. This proof must be shown to Nathan and will be destroyed immediately afterward. If you follow the instructions, you will receive the money upon completion.”

Silence ensued. Ashley set the envelope on the table, her hands shaking. Kelly Jo had made no effort to move and that was bad. Obviously, she didn’t want to accept the task and Ashley’s innards quaked because she also knew that it meant that whatever she had thought they shared was just wishful thinking. Suddenly, Kelly Jo’s hand closed over hers and Ashley heard her soft voice.

“We accept, Nathan. Please see to my brother.” Nathan gave a small bow and disappeared into the crowd. Kelly Jo turned to Ashley. “Are you okay with this?” She moved close enough that she could smell the scent of lavender on the girl’s skin. “Or is that a stupid question?”

The breath caught in Ashley’s throat and she could barely speak, her heart was hammering that hard. “It’s a stupid question.’

Kelly Jo’s smile warmed her all the way down to her pussy. “Then let’s go to my room.”

Ashley could only nod. She was so excited and so aroused in anticipation of making love with Kelly Jo that she could barely breathe and a tremble rumbled through her body as Kelly Jo’s fingers intertwined with hers. The elevator ride to their floor was the longest of her life and the warmth of Kelly Jo’s flesh touching hers was almost overwhelming. Finally, they were in Kelly Jo’s room, the door closing and sounding as loud as a shot.

Kelly Jo made the first move. She knew that Ashley would be too shy so she stepped closer and cupped her face, gazing deeply into her eyes, letting one hand slide back through her hair as she pulled Ashley’s mouth to hers. Their first kiss was soft and tentative, Kelly Jo’s lips searching, Ashley’s quivering with emotion. Kelly Jo pulled back and surveyed Ashley’s face, then moved in for another kiss. This time, it was more passionate. Ashley’s mouth opened to Kelly Jo’s tongue and she felt her own pussy grow warm with juice.

Ashley wanted to be as close as she could to Kelly Jo. She let her hands travel around Kelly Jo’s waist, moving down to her ass and squeezing tightly. Kelly Jo moaned into her mouth, her tongue searching for Ashley’s and wrapping around it. Ashley broke the kiss, panting lightly.

“The camera.”

“Oh, yeah!”

While Ashley set the camera up, Kelly Jo locked the door between her and Kevin’s rooms and slipped off her shoes, crawling onto the bed. Ashley looked through the viewfinder and licked her lips at the delicious sight of Kelly Jo, shrugging out of her jacket. “Is it set?”

“Yes.”

“Good. Come here.”

Ashley walked to the bed on shaky legs and lowered herself into Kelly Jo’s open arms, her mouth meeting hers. Sensations swept through her that were like nothing she’d felt before, even when she and Matt were first dating. Her hands tingled and her heart thumped like a bass drum, nearly stopping when she felt Kelly Jo’s fingers at her neck, softly stroking.

“Touch me.” Kelly Jo was momentarily startled to hear Ashley’s words and she looked up into her eyes. “Love me please.” She reached up and tucked her hand into Ashley’s hair and pulled her down. Ashley moaned, her hands roaming over Kelly Jo’s body, tracing curves of breast and hip. Kelly Jo’s fingers found the buttons to Ashley’s shirt and soon the shirt was open, her small pink-nippled breasts exposed. Kelly Jo sucked one of those puffy pillows into her mouth, her tongue laving until it hardened into a pebble.

Tingles shot from nipple to pussy, causing Ashley to moan even louder. She moved sideways, presenting her other breast and hissed in pleasure as Kelly Jo sucked it into hardness, her lips leaving a warm, wet trail down to her belly. Kelly Jo pressed her onto her back and unbuttoned her pants, sliding them down over her hips and following with her mouth. Ashley sighed deeply at the feeling of Kelly Jo’s mouth on her hips.

Kelly Jo smelled Ashley’s sweet pussy as she moved down her long legs, letting her tongue leave a glistening snail’s trail over her hip and down the insides of both legs. The younger woman writhed in pleasure, pressing her hips upward and begging for attention. Kelly Jo ignored her unspoken plea, moving between her legs and placing open-lipped bites up and down the insides of her thighs. Ashley groaned again. Kelly Jo moved up and let her tongue slide into the creases near Ashley’s pussy, drawing still more groans.

“Oh, God. Please.” Ashley felt as if she was going to explode if she didn’t cum. She felt Kelly Jo’s tongue greasing her leg creases and shivered uncontrollably. So close. Then, finally. Kelly Jo’s mouth found her mound, tonguing it through the cotton. A sweet orgasm burst through her pussy, the juices further wetting the panties. Kelly Jo pulled them down and off, lightly blowing on her pulsing pussy. “Oh, yes. Oh, Kelly Jo!”

Kelly Jo spread Ashley’s pussy lips apart and licked her cunt from bottom to top. Ashley’s body jackknifed in pleasure. Kelly Jo set about exploring Ashley’s juicy pussy, running her tongue over her hidden nub and stroking it until it swelled and arose. “Mmmm.” She gave it a gentle tug with her lips and listened as Ashley moaned through her second orgasm. Kelly Jo continued to lick her succulent pussy lips, moving down until she found the honey pot, brimming with cunt cream. She pushed her tongue in and began to drink.

Ashley came again when Kelly Jo’s tongue breached her hole, moving inside her and stroking deeply. She felt the tingles travel through her skin and down her spine, pooling in her sensitive pussy. She felt the sweet ache begin again, this time deep inside her cunt, making her asshole clench every time Kelly Jo’s tongue slid within her. “Oh, yes!” The fire kept building, leaping into bright relief when Kelly Jo removed her tongue and inserted a finger. “Oh!” She had never felt that before.

Ashley was shaking so hard when Kelly Jo slid the second finger in, that she thought she’d fly apart. Still, she pumped her fingers in and out, moving faster and searching for her swollen clit. As soon as she found it, she gave it a long hard suck and added another finger. Right then, Ashley came, screaming at the top of her lungs, her hands wrapped in her hair. The screams subsided, melting into whimpers. Kelly Jo removed her fingers, sliding next to Ashley and holding her as aftershocks ravaged her.

“Oh, Kelly Jo! That felt so good.”

“Did your husband ever do that for you?”

Ashley didn’t have to think long before answering that question. “No.”

“Well, you don’t have to worry about that any more.” Kelly Jo bent over her, stroking her face. “I’ll do it as much as you want.”

“Really?”

Kelly Jo looked into Ashley’s eyes, her heart leaping at what she saw in those lovely eyes but she was scared. She felt very strongly for the young woman but what if it was just a rebound relationship? What if she went back to her husband? What if she decided that she liked men again? “Really.”

Ashley couldn’t help the tears in her eyes. She pulled Kelly Jo down onto her, her hands stripping the shirt from her body and rubbing her fingers over Kelly Jo’s large breasts, tweaking the nipples. Kelly Jo moaned, a tremble snaking through her body. Ashley rolled Kelly Jo over, licking and sucking her beautiful globes, nibbling on the nipples until they hardened on her tongue. She didn’t wait as long as Kelly Jo had to find her pussy. Ashley unzipped Kelly Jo’s pants and pushed her hand in, sliding her fingers along her wet cleft. Kelly Jo gasped, holding onto Ashley’s shoulders, looking into her eyes.

“I’ve been wanting to do this for awhile.” Ashley whispered against Kelly Jo’s luscious lips, slipping her tongue inside just as her finger found Kelly Jo’s clit, pressing in a circular pattern. Kelly Jo shouted as she came the first time, her cry swallowed by Ashley’s plundering mouth. Ashley felt her shake with the force of her climax and doubled her efforts. Her fingers pushed the thong’s fabric aside and found her hole, thrusting deeply inside. 

“Oh, Ashley!”

“Feel me inside you?” Kelly Jo heard Ashley’s husky words and it sent a thrill through her body even as her fingers delved into her dripping cunt. “Feel me fucking your cunt?” She moaned, her body tingling and her pussy rippling with pleasure. “Oh, Kelly Jo. I wish you were mine!”

Kelly Jo came again, her answer on the tip of her tongue, swept away by Ashley’s soft lips. It took her several moments to recover but when she did, she was happy to see Ashley’s soft eyes. “Sorry I was so quick!”




Wicked Game Ch. 05



Nathan found Kevin at a small table in the rear of the bar, slugging back a beer. He approached the table, stood for a moment and waited for acknowledgement. After a few minutes, Kevin looked up at him, his eyes red and glassy.

“May I sit down?” Kevin gestured for him to sit and Nathan took a chair, his eyes on the young man. “Are you all right?”

“No!” Kevin spat, sucking more beer back, anger pinching his features. “I’m not fucking all right!”

“Mr. Marcus, we are in a public place. If you can’t control your temper, maybe it would be a good idea for us to go someplace more private.”

Kevin stared at him for a long time, wishing his ire upon the driver but relented, realizing that his behavior was childish. “Sorry.”

“I’m not sure what I can do for you, but your sister asked that I come and find you.”

“What for? Why does she care?”

“She’s your sister, Mr. Marcus. She cares about you.”

“No, she doesn’t.” Kevin swallowed, finishing the beer. “She’s a whore!”

“I don’t think that’s fair, Mr. Marcus.”

”You don’t think it’s fair? Who the hell care what you think?”

“Women are not subjected to the same standards as we are, even though they should. If a man sleeps with more than one woman, he’s a stud. If a woman sleeps with more than one man, she’s a whore.”

“So?”

“You know what I’m saying, Kevin. I know you’re not that drunk.”

“No, but I’m trying.”

Nathan ordered another round and sat back with his Canadian Club and Pepsi, his eyes on Kevin. “What is it about Kelly Jo that makes you so upset?”

“I don’t know her any more!”

“Forgive my language, Mr. Marcus, but that’s bullshit.”

Kevin stared at the black man, heat rising in his face. “What the fuck do you know?”

“Don’t think that just because I’m a limo driver, that I don’t know things. I happen to know a lot about human nature.”

“Just what is it that you think you know?”

“I know you love your sister.”

“Wow.” Kevin took a long drink. “You’re a great rocket scientist, Nathan.”

“No. I know you love your sister.”

Kevin’s eyes darkened with rage. “You don’t know anything!”

“I know more than you think I do.” Nathan took a long sip of his drink. “Kelly Jo is a very beautiful woman.”

“I know that.”

“And she is an adult.”

“I know that!” Kevin shouted, then took a breath. “I’m really sorry, Nathan. I don’t mean to take it out on you.”

“I know you don’t, but you have to face your feelings or you’ll lose her.”

Kevin took another drink and looked out across the dance floor, his beer cold and his brain hot.

*****

Kelly Jo’s breath was warm against her neck and Ashley awoke giggling. She felt like a million dollars, her pussy cream dried and sticky between her thighs and Kelly Jo’s soft body plastered to her back.

“Good morning.” Kelly Jo hugged her from the back, kissing the nape of Ashley’s neck. “How do you feel?”

“Fantastic.” Ashley turned in her arms, touching her face with her fingertips and her lips with hers. A thrill raced through her at Kelly Jo’s ardent response. “Even better since I’m here with you.”

There was a knock on the door and Kelly Jo arose, slipping on a robe and answering it. Nathan stood outside and she invited him in. He gave her a warm smile and offered one to Ashley who still lay under the covers.

“I see that this wasn’t just a task for you two.”

Ashley blushed and Kelly Jo sat next to her, rubbing her back lightly. “No, it wasn’t.”

“So are you an official couple now?”

Kelly Jo looked at Ashley who blushed a second time and intertwined fingers with her. “If she’ll have me, yes.” Ashley’s eyes filled with tears and she gave Kelly Jo’s hand a squeeze, nodding happily.

Nathan’s smile widened, then he noticed the camera. “May I take the camera?”

“Yes. The tape’s inside.”

“I was authorized to offer you an additional $1,500 if you would do it again, but I can see that it won’t be necessary. I’ll just give you the money. It’s obvious that you’ve already earned it.” He gave them each a stack of money. “Congratulations.”

“Thanks.”

There was another knock on the door. This time, Kevin came in, looking the worse for wear. Nathan handed him a thousand dollars and silently departed, camera in hand. Kevin turned to his sister and the girl in the bed.

“So you did it?”

“Yes, we did.” Kelly Jo leaned down and pressed a kiss to Ashley’s pink lips. “And we plan to keep doing it.” She turned to her brother. “Ashley will be going home with us when this is over.”

“Home with us?”

“Kelly Jo, I don’t want to be a problem.”

“You aren’t a problem, Ash. Not to me.”

“So I have no say in the matter?”

Kelly Jo nodded. “Not unless you’d like to find another roommate.”

Kevin’s heart crumbled as he watched the play of affection between his sister and Ashley. It was obvious that they had come to care a great deal for each other in the short spanse of time. But how could he stand to watch them love each other when all he wanted was to love Kelly Jo. 

“No, I don’t want another roommate. I love you, Kel. Whatever you want, I’ll go along with.” He stood and walked to their side of the bed, giving her a hug. “Welcome to the family, Ashley.”

Ashley accepted his embrace, thanking her lucky stars that she had answered that invitation.

*****

Beverly Johansson awoke to the bright morning sun, feeling happy and excited. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d awakened feeling like this. Last night had been a dream. Dinner among the twinkling lights of Atlantic City with two handsome men in attendance. Shane was turning out to be a good friend and she would never have thought that in a million years. He was not the type of person she would have chosen for a friend, but then, she was learning that a lot of things she’d previously thought were wrong.

On the other side of the bed lay an array of magazines, all featuring big women. Shane had insisted on buying them when they’d passed a book store and she was floored to see so many selections, all featuring big women! At first, hatred for her mother burned fiercely within her. She thought of all the opportunities that she might have had but James had talked her out of her anger. Everything happens for a reason, he’d said. Maybe she wouldn’t have been mentally prepared to handle that kind of life. But, oh! She was ready now!

James. He was an odd sort. He was a TV personality so every facet of his life was polished and publicized. The first day, he had seemed not to want to have anything to do with her because of her weight. But she had noticed a change in him. A very subtle change in the way he looked at her. She wondered if he was as lonely as she was. Probably not. As handsome as he was, he could have his choice of women. Maybe she was next on his list of conquests. She wasn’t sure why she didn’t quite believe that. Maybe it was because he hadn’t paid much attention to the other girls.

A knock on the door broke her reverie and she pulled on a robe. James stood there, his black and silver hair combed to perfection, matching with his dark blue blazer and creased khaki pants. 

“Good morning.”

“Morning.”

“I just stopped by to see if you were going to breakfast.”

“I was planning to. Just being lazy, I guess.”

James smiled. “No harm in that.” He paused. “Well, do you want me to wait or meet you downstairs?”

“I’ll meet you downstairs. It shouldn’t take me too long.”

“Are you sure? I’d be glad to wait.”

She knew that he was just being nice. “That’s all right, James. You don’t have to.”

His shoulders seemed to slump a little. “Okay. See you.”

Beverly shut the door and started to dress, her mind on other things when she noticed something peculiar. 

Her pants were loose. She’d lost some weight.

*****

The next task arrived at lunch, accompanied by a plate of cold shrimp and oysters. Nathan set the plate down and stood back, watching James open the envelope and the others listen to his words.

“By now, you should have had a wonderful lunch and are ready to accomplish your fourth task on the scavenger hunt. The fourth task is to parade naked through the hotel. Simple task? No. Kelly Jo, Ashley and Beverly must be chosen to accomplish this task. The reward for each participant will be $3,500 dollars, with $1,250 for the non-participants.” The women glanced at each other. “No proof is required as Nathan will be trailing the ladies. You must undress in the lobby and walk through the entire hotel, including the casino and the dining room. If you follow the instructions, you will receive the money immediately.”

“No way!” All eyes turned to Beverly. “No way I’m going nude in front of all these people!”

“Won’t we get thrown out of the hotel?” Ashley asked. “Where will we stay then?”

“But it’s $3,500 dollars, girls!” Kelly Jo spoke up. “It’s just flesh.”

“That’s easy to say when you’ve got a lot less of it!”

“Oh, Beverly, you’re still beautiful!”

“Yeah, 210 pounds of beautiful!”

“I say we do it.” Kelly Jo said. She gripped Ashley’s hand supportively. “Will you do it with me?”

“Yes.”

Kelly Jo and Ashley turned to Beverly. “Come on, Bev. The three of us can do it.”

“No way!”

“Oh, Bev. Please?” Ashley begged.

“Ashley, I don’t even undress in front of my mother! You think I’m gonna undress in front of all these people?”

Kelly Jo turned to Nathan. “Can just the two of us do it?”

“No. It must be the three of you and if you choose not to do it, you forfeit the money and you will be asked to return to your homes.”

“You mean, if we don’t do this task, the scavenger hunt is over?”

“Yes, Miss Martin. Everyone will be asked to leave.”

Ashley and Kelly Jo again turned to Beverly, whose face bore an understanding of their circumstances. She didn’t want to go home. Not back to her mother. Not ever. As scary as that thought was, another thought eclipsed that. Shane, James and Kevin were all here. They would see her naked. She suddenly felt nauseous and took a swallow. “Okay. I’ll do it.”

“I am authorized to offer you an additional $1,000 apiece if you allow the gentlemen to undress you. Kevin must undress Kelly Jo, Shane must undress Ashley and James must undress Beverly.”

“Fine with me.” Kelly Jo said, moving towards her brother.

“I’m okay with it.” Shane answered for Ashley and everyone laughed heartily, except Beverly, who still stood, looking like a deer in the headlights. She wanted to scream. She wanted to cry. She was so uncomfortable that she couldn’t even speak. 

James took her hands, drawing her eyes to his. “People will point at you. People will laugh at you. People will make animal noises and call you names. You already know that this will happen because it’s happened to you before. So, in your mind, you know that it will be nothing new. It will just be something to endure as you already have.”

Beverly took his words into her mind, ruminating over them. He was so right. She had been pointed at, laughed at and called names. The more it happened, the more she learned to insulate herself from the ridicule. Or else she would either have been crazy or in jail for killing one of them. But this would be naked. They’d be able to see every bulge, every ripple of her fat. Could she endure that?

“I’m scared, James.”

“I know you are. I would be, too, but think about what we talked about last night. The modeling.”

During last night’s dinner, while looking at the magazines, James had pointed out the girls’ attitudes to her. They were queens, princesses. At least that’s how they portrayed themselves. With supreme confidence. Supreme confidence.

Beverly gave his hands a squeeze. “Okay. I’ll do it.”

Nathan smiled. “Good. Let’s head to the lobby.”

The lobby was teeming with people, some arriving for hotel stays, some walking through to the casino. In a few moments, all of their eyes would be on the three women. Nathan took them to the farthest corner and told them to begin.

Kevin turned to his sister, his hands shaking as he raised them to the buttons on her blouse and Kelly Jo was surprised to see this. He was nervous? Suddenly, everything made sense to her. Kevin’s in love with me! A spurt of adrenaline tightened her chest as she looked at him through new eyes. All this time …his extra protectiveness, his attention, his jealous anger … she trembled as his fingers connected with her skin, the blouse sliding from her shoulders. She wore no bra so she knew that he was trying his best not to look at her breasts but failed miserably.

James had undressed hundreds of women in his life but never had he been so affected by the sight of flesh as this. Beverly had exquisite breasts, large and heavy, capped with dark chocolate nipples that quickly hardened in the air-conditioning. He set her bra and shirt on the chair and reached for the waistband of her pants. She stopped him, tears glistening in her eyes and he reached up, cupping her cheek, willing his strength into her. For a long moment, they just gazed at each other, then she released his hand, allowing him to continue.

Ashley stepped out of her pants, steadying herself on Shane’s shoulder. She noticed his hesitation as he saw the scars on her thighs. He turned her around and she closed her eyes, realizing that he was looking at the scars on her back thighs and buttocks, now exposed as he pulled her panties off.

“Ashley … “

“Shane, please don’t ask.”

She saw the anger in his features and was happy that it wasn’t directed at her. “All right, then I’ll only ask this. Are you okay?”

“Yes. I’m wonderful.”

“Okay.”

“Well?” Kelly Jo said with a smile. “As Tone Loc says, ‘Let’s Do It.’”

Kelly Jo led the way, Beverly and Ashley close behind. Gasps of outrage erupted behind them commingled with snickers and outright laughter. Beverly felt her face grow hot and kept her eyes faced toward the floor. Ashley quietly walked beside her, giving angry looks to anyone who dared to laugh at them. The managers stood behind the front desk, mouths hanging open and guests gawked blatantly.

The worst was the dining room. Patrons booed and some even gagged as they waltzed through. “Put some clothes on!” “Pew! Who ordered the tuna?” “Look! Bacon on the hoof!” Kelly Jo fought to keep her smile and reached back to grab Beverly’s hand. Beverly was grateful for the support, especially when Ashley grabbed her other hand. The chefs and kitchen staff cursed at them, citing health and cleanliness rules but let them walk through unmolested.

Next was the casino and catcalls and whistles followed here. Beverly was surprised to see some admiring looks thrown her way, not only from men, but from women who wished they had the balls to do what she was doing. She raised her head, her smile widening and her spine straightening. When they reached the pool, people actually clapped for them.

Kevin, Shane and James were waiting for them at the loading dock and the girls were grateful to slip into the robes they provided, just as the hotel’s security detail arrived.

“The manager would like to see you.”

“Tell the manager to prepare the bill for rooms 210 thru 216. And let him know that this will be the last time we utilize his establishment.” Nathan said, then turned to the group as the two uniformed men left. “Congratulations, ladies. You have successfully completed your fourth task.” As he spoke, he handed a brick of cash to each person. “You may take this money and leave now or you can join me in Lake Tahoe.”

In one voice, the group said, “We’re staying.” And everyone noticed how loudly Beverly’s voice was.

“Okay. Go to your rooms and pack. We leave in an hour.”

*****

He was so mad that his hands were shaking.

He had seen her. After three days of scouring Atlantic City, he had finally found her, only to be humiliated by seeing her walk naked through the hotel. He couldn’t believe it! She belonged to him! She was his property to use as he wished!

And then, to see her with that other woman, fuck! That was hot! He had never thought that she’d be interested in women so he’d only concentrated his attentions on involving other men. But now … he could bring his whores home and fuck them both! His cock hardened and he smiled. His prick missed her mouth, missed painting her tongue with his cum, missed the tightness of her asshole.

He’d get her back. And this would be her final lesson.



Wicked Game Ch. 06



Kevin was almost finished packing when a knock sounded on the adjoining door. He opened it and found Kelly Jo standing there.

“Finished already?”

“Yep.” She sat on the edge of his bed, watching him fold his pants and lay them in the suitcase. “You know me.”

“Yeah, you always had packing down to a science.” He laughed. “So how’s Ashley?”

“She’s fine. She’s still a little concerned that you hate her … “

“I don’t hate her, Kelly Jo. I’m just … “

Kelly Jo caught his hesitation and knew what it meant. “Just what?”

Kevin dropped the pants into the case unfolded and sat down next to her. “Just jealous.”

“Jealous? Of Ash?”

“Of the relationship you guys have.” Kevin looked into his sister’s soft eyes, then looked away. “I’m in love with you, Kel. I have been for a long time.”

Kelly Jo’s heart jumped in her chest. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because you’re my sister. Because it’s wrong.”

“Who says it’s wrong?” Kelly Jo lifted his head, bringing his eyes back to hers. “Ever since Mom and Dad died, you’ve been everything to me. I’ve always loved you, Kev. Always.”

“Kel … “

Another knock sounded. This time, it was Nathan, bearing an envelope for Kevin. Kelly Jo knew that she’d be asked to leave so she gave Kevin a kiss and left through the adjoining door. Nathan stood quietly as Kevin took the envelope from him and began to read.

“By now, you should be packed and ready to accomplish your fifth task on the scavenger hunt. The fifth task is to seduce and give oral sex to a female taxi driver. Simple task? No. Kevin must be chosen to accomplish this task. The reward will be $3,750 dollars, with $1,000 for the non-participants.” Kevin looked over at Nathan. “No proof is required as Nathan will be hiding in the closet, watching the activities. If you follow the instructions, you will receive the money upon completion.” Kevin refolded the envelope. “You’ll hide in the closet?”

“Yes, sir. Per the instructions.”

“And it’s only oral?”

“Yes, sir.”

“I can do that.”

“Great, sir. The driver is waiting downstairs. You’ll have to pay her, also.”

“Not a problem.” Kevin arose and headed for the door.

“Um, Mr. Marcus?”

“Yeah.”

“May I ask you a question?”

“Sure.”

“Why were you concerned that it was only oral?”

Kevin’s face turned red as he blushed. “Because I’m a virgin, Nathan, and there’s only one person I want to share it with.”

Nathan nodded. “All right. I’ll be waiting.”

*****

The phone rang once, then twice. On the third ring, Arletta Johansson’s brittle voice crackled down the airwaves and into Beverly’s ear.

“Hello?”

“Hi, Momma.”

Thick, uncomfortable silence followed. “What do you want?”

“I just called to let you know that I was okay and to find out how you were.”

“You actually care?”

“Oh, Momma, you know I care! I left you a note.”

“Yeah, and snuck out of here like a rat!”

“Well, I had to.”

“No, you didn’t! You didn’t have to leave!”

“Yes, I did, Momma, and we both know why.”

“No, I don’t.”

“Yes, you do. You tell me I’m too fat, then you give me cookies. You pin pictures of skinny women on the fridge, but don’t tell me that there are big-sized models. You don’t want me to be successful!”

“What? Of course, I do! Your boutique is doing well, isn’t it?”

“Yes, but I’m not!” Beverly couldn’t believe she was yelling at her mother. “I am not well! Do you know that I’ve lost six pounds already?”

“What?”

“You heard me, Momma. I lost six pounds! And men are looking at me like I’m pretty!”

“They’re probably just desperate.” Arletta spat. “Besides, I never met a man who didn’t like big tits.”

“Momma! I can’t believe you said that!”

“Well, what do you expect?”

Beverly felt a small piece of her heart die in that instant. “Nothing. I guess I should have known that.” She took a deep breath, wiping the tears from her eyes. “You can clean out my room, Momma. I won’t be coming back.”

“What … what do you mean?”

“I mean, I’m moving out. I’m going to get my own place where no one portions my food and sabotages me.”

“Your own place? Ha! You can’t even pay for your own place!”

“Well, I have $7,000 in my hand right now. I think that’s more than enough to pay for my own place.”

“What are you, a hooker now?”

“Goodbye, Momma. Have a good life.”

*****

Kevin got down to the street and squinted against the bright sunlight. The doorman stared at him as if he was crazy but Kevin ignored him, looking for the taxi cab. He found it, but it wasn’t what he expected. The cab was a candy apple red Prowler and the woman in the front seat looked like she’d beat the shit out of you if you looked at her funny. Ugh! She looks like a man! Kevin cleared his throat and summoned his courage, approaching the car on the driver’s side. Before he could reach the door, the woman jumped out, sizing him up with suspicious eyes.

“What do you want?”

“You’re my driver.” Kevin said. “My name is Kevin Marcus.”

“So?”

Kevin was confused. “I was told that you are to be my driver.”

“So?”

“Maybe I need to hire someone else.” He fished a bill out of his pocket. “Here. Thanks, anyway.”

“Hey!”

“I said, thanks anyway!” Kevin stomped through the lobby, taking the elevator to his room. Little did he know that a few minutes later, she’d be standing at his door, angrily banging on it. “What the hell do you want? I thought I told you that I was to hire someone else!”

“You ain’t gonna hire anyone else! You’re gonna hire me!”

“Look, I don’t know what your problem is … “

“I know what your problem is.” The woman grabbed his package through his jeans and gave an authoritative squeeze, backing him up against the wall. “You haven’t been laid in awhile, have ya?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Yes, you do.” She kept him from moving, using her hard, solid body to pin him while her fingers sought out the button and zipper of his jeans. “If you don’t, then why’s your dick so hard?”

Kevin responded with a gasp as her hand plunged into his pants, her callused fingers wrapping around his prick and giving it a gentle squeeze. “Oh, God!”

“If you wanna call someone’s name, it’s Janet.” She pulled on his meat again, using her other hand to push his jeans down around his hips. He groaned again as he felt the cool air caress his flesh and her fingers stroke his heated cock. “And you have a nice cock. Think I need to taste it.”

“No, Janet … “ His weak plea ended with a groan. “UH!” Her lipstick-laden lips enfolded his prick, her tongue rolling around the head and slipping into the slit. He groaned again, shuddering as her fingers juggled his balls, tugging and squeezing them until he was groaning again. “Oh, Janet.”

“Music to my ears.” She murmured, her mouth filled with cock.

Janet was a fantastic cocksucker. It might have been because this was only his third ever blowjob or because she was so enthusiastic about her work. Or a combination of both. Whatever it was, she was setting his mind and body on fire. Every nerve ending in his body seemed to be located in his blood-engorged penis, every inch encased in her warm mouth. Even though she was good, Kevin couldn’t look at her. He was thinking about Kelly Jo, imagining that she was on her knees as Janet was now. Yes. Yes!

Where Janet was rough, Kelly Jo would be soft. She wouldn’t apply this painful suction, even though it was making him moan. Her lips would gently take him in, the mere act of her gentility making him even harder. Oh, yes! Her wet pink tongue would lave every inch of his cock, like a lollipop, tracing the dark pink rim of the head and surrounding the dark purple skin. “Oh, yes!”

“I want you to cum, my lovely man. You taste so good that I want every drop.”

“Oh, yes. Suck my cock.”

“Mmmm.” Janet took his throbbing length into her mouth once again, moving her mouth up and down his fevered flesh. “Come on, baby. Choke me with your cum.”

Kevin closed his eyes again, visions of Kelly Jo dancing in his mind. After all these years, watching her grow and mature into the beautiful young woman that she was, he would have a chance to show her his love. Oh, how he wished she could be the bearer of his child! How he wished they could live happily ever after! How he wished … oh, God! The woman’s ministrations were bringing him to the edge and he felt the need to cum in every cell of his being. She seemed to sense this and grabbed his hands, placing them on her head.

“Oh, Janet!” He began to pump her mouth, using shallow strokes at first, then lengthening and deepening them until she was swallowing his entire prick, coating it with her thick saliva and rocketing him toward rapture. He looked down into her eyes, seeing Kelly Jo’s and let out a deep gasp as his cock bucked against the roof of her mouth, emptying its precious load into her throat. She swallowed as quickly as she could, but some escaped, leaving liquid snow in the corners of her mouth. He jerked again and again, his cock pumping another three or four dollops of jizz into her mouth. “Fuck, that was good!”

He knew that she had heard his whisper but he didn’t wait for her response. He grabbed her shoulders and pushed her back on the bed. She started to rise but he shoved her back again, cupping her sex and squeezing one of her voluminous breasts. Janet gasped.

“You didn’t think I’d let you leave without returning the favor, did you?” Kevin didn’t give her a chance to speak. He unfastened her pants and slid them easily over her hips, taking one pant leg all the way off her body. Her pussy was covered with thick, black hair and didn’t look like it had been trimmed in years. 

“Oh, fuck!” Janet squealed as she felt his thick fingers parting her cunt lips, gently sliding up and down her moist slit as he sought to raise her temperature. Her body shook as he stroked a second and third time, petting a recalcitrant animal that came to life beneath his fingertips. “Oh, yes, you lovely beast. Do me!”

Kevin thrust two fingers into her wet hole, smiling as she screamed in pleasure, a river of pussy cream wetting his fingers and the comforter beneath her. He thrust his fingers into her humid slit again and again, watching her body react and enjoying the power he had over her. Once again, he imagined that this was his Kelly Jo, her pink pussy winking at him. He slowly removed his fingers and knelt at the side of the bed, pulling her bulk to the edge. Then, parting her glistening lips with his fingers, he bent down and stuck his tongue into her weeping slit.

She moaned, quickly becoming a quivering mass of womanly flesh as his tongue relentlessly lashed her cunt, sliding up and down. Finally, her slit was wet enough and Kevin changed his attack strategy. Now, he found her clit and massaged it with his tongue, coaxing it out of its protective nest. Her soft moans grew louder now, her fingers threading through his hair. He licked again, letting his tongue be his eyes as he explored her hairy pussy, dipping into her well-lubricated hole, then up to her swelling clit.

“Oh, yes. Make me cum.” Kevin knew that it wouldn’t take much. He rubbed his mouth and nose into her sloppy slit, his fingers searching for her clit and pressing down. “Oh, yes! Oh, yes!” Her body stiffened and Kevin tasted the wine of her body. Her cunt cream flowed over his tongue and he eagerly drank it down, holding her hips as she came. He gently disengaged himself, using his fingers to massage her into calmness. “You’re not bad.”

Kevin dashed to the bathroom and came back with a warm cloth, wiping her clutching pussy and redressing her. “So I guess you’re hired.”

Janet smiled. “I’ll be waiting for you.” She paused in the open door. “Just don’t be too long!”

Kevin washed his face and hands in the bathroom and emerged to find Nathan sitting on the bed. “Congratulations, you’ve completed the fifth task.” Nathan withdrew a stack of bills from his jacket pocket and handed them to Kevin. “Not too bad.”

“Thanks, I think.”

“Well, if you’re ready to go, we have a plane to catch.”

“I’m ready, Nathan. I’m really ready.”

“Then, let’s go!” 



Wicked Game Ch. 07



Lake Tahoe spread beneath them like the wonderland resort town that it was. The weather was clear and crisp and no one talked much, lost in their own thoughts and the beauty of the scenery.

James sat in an aisle seat with Beverly on the inside, allowing her to have the view, but she wasn’t enjoying it. In fact, the whole flight, she’d been quiet, pensive. He’d wanted to ask her what was wrong but he didn’t want to intrude. He just wanted the happy Beverly back again. He reached over and touched her doughy arm and she looked over at him with sad eyes.

“What’s wrong, beautiful?”

Her big dark eyes welled with tears at his heartfelt words. “Nothing.”

“Then why is nothing causing you to cry?”

Beverly sniffled, trying to maintain her control. “I’m sorry, James.”

“Don’t be sorry. Just let me help.”

Her smile was fleeting. “I don’t know that there’s anything that you can help with.” She looked down at her hands, twisting them together. “I kinda told my mother to fuck off.”

“What?” James couldn’t help but laugh. Those words sounded strange coming from her. “What did she say?”

“Well, I didn’t exactly use those words.”

He smiled. “I thought not.”

“I don’t usually cuss.”

“I know.”

“How do you know?”

“Because ladies don’t usually cuss.” She gave him a shy smile. “So why is it making you so sad?”

In a halting voice, Beverly told him the whole sad story about her life and her mother, amazed that someone would want to listen to her troubles. When she finished, he just sat back in his seat, looking at her.

“Geez, Beverly. I thought I had it bad.”

“You? How could you have it bad?”

“Do you have any idea what it’s like to be famous?” She nodded. “Believe me, it’s not all it’s cracked up to be.”

“Really? I always thought it’d be a lot of fun. All the parties … “

James shook his head. “The parties are filled with air-headed bimbos or prostitutes and they are almost never any fun.” He grinned at her look of confusion. “The best time I ever had was at a party I attended last year for the Pediatric Aids Foundation. I got my face painted and played a clown in the dunking booth.”

“What did you like more, having your face painted or getting dunked?”

“Having my face painted.” Beverly nearly laughed at the look of absolute glee on his face. “It made me think about being a child again.”

“And having one of your own?”

He hated that she was so perceptive. “Yeah.”

“Why haven’t you gotten married?”

“Never found the right girl. Came close a few times but I found out, just in time, that they were more interested in my money.” He paused. “And the one that I thought would be the love of my life ended up screwing everything in sight.”

“That sucks.”

“You bet it does.” James looked over her shoulder at the pristine lake and surrounding development. “So I’ve just been coasting along, hoping that I’ll find someone before it gets too late.”

“Too late?”

“Yeah.” This time, his smile was fleeting. “Too late to have a life.”

Nathan came into the passenger area from the cockpit. “Buckle up. We’ll be landing in five minutes.”

Kevin was sleeping so Ashley leaned over and slung the belt across his lap and was digging around his hip for the other one when he awoke. “Oh, sorry. I was just trying to buckle you in.”

“Are we here?”

“Yep. Nathan said we’re landing in five minutes.”

“Good.” He smiled and she shyly looked away. “Ashley, can I ask you something?”

“Sure.”

“Is all that stuff Kelly Jo told me about … the stuff that happened to you … is it true?”

The saliva dried in Ashley’s mouth. “S-She told you?”

“Yes. She’s my sister.”

“I asked her not to tell anyone.”

“Well, I’m not just anyone, Ash. Kelly Jo and I have been inseparable for all our lives. We’re siblings and we’re twins and we have a unique connection. She told me because she’s falling in love with you and she wants to make sure that I’m okay with you.”

“And are you okay?”

“Absolutely. I mean, it’s not easy thinking about your sister being taken, but I’m okay.”

“It’s not easy, especially when you love her as much as you do.”

Kevin’s eyes connected with hers. “Especially so.”

“You know, Kevin, we can both love her.” Ashley’s eyes darkened. “Together.”

Before he had a chance to reply, Kelly Jo awoke, stretching and yawning loudly. She grinned at both of them. “Are we there yet?”

“Just about to land, hon. Put your seat belt back on.”

“Why don’t you put it on for me?” 

Ashley leaned across Kelly Jo and buckled the seat belt as Kelly Jo’s tongue slipped into her mouth and her thumb encircled a nipple, drawing it into a hard bud. “Safe now?”

Kelly Jo grinned, moving back in for another kiss. “Yes, and hornier than hell!”

The plane landed at the Lake Tahoe Airport and they were met by a stretch limousine, Nathan taking the wheel and driving them to an opulent cabin resort high in the mountains. Beverly and Ashley were the first to enter the lobby, looking at the other residents.

“I sure hope we don’t have to go naked again.” Beverly whispered. “It’s much colder here.”

Ashley burst into laughter. James, Kevin and Kelly Jo came next and the five some grouped together in the lobby area. Shane lagged behind, his brow furrowed in thought.

“Nathan, can I talk to you for a minute?”

“Sure, Mr. Kingsley. What can I do for you?”

“I want to know why I’m here.”

“The reason that you were selected has not been shared with me. My employer simply requested me to deliver the invitations and await your arrivals at the airport.”

“You delivered the invites? Then tell me. How’d you get in my room?”

“Key.”

“From where?”

“I am not at liberty to divulge that information to you.”

“Why the hell not? If you could get into my room, maybe someone else can!”

“Not the way I did, so you have anything to worry about.” 

“That’s not fair.”

“No, it isn’t but that’s the best I can do.” Nathan watched as the bellman loaded their luggage onto a trolley. “What is it that you really want to know, Mr. Kingsley?”

Shane stared at the black man for a moment, his tongue tied in a knot. “I – I … I don’t feel like I belong here.”

“Why is that? Is anyone mistreating you?”

“Oh, no. No, not at all. Everyone’s been great! It’s just that … well, James obviously has a thing for Beverly and Ashley and Kelly Jo are together. And Kevin’s Kelly Jo’s brother, so … that leaves me.”

“Feeling lonely?”

“A bit, yeah.”

“Bet you’re never lonely at school.”

Shane laughed easily. “No, I’m never alone at school. If it’s not practice, it’s classes. If it’s not classes, it’s tutoring.”

“And if it’s not tutoring, it’s keg parties, busty cheerleaders, girls in goth tights … “

“Not always.”

“You seem to make strange choices in your life, Mr. Kingsley. You choose to leave your wonderful, happy home to attend a college thousands of miles away when you could have attended a magnificent school close to home.”

“I wanted to get away from home. Nothing strange with that decision.”

“And what about Anna?”

Shane’s face paled. “How … how did you know about her?”

“My employer did his homework, Mr. Kingsley.” Nathan leaned a little closer. “She’s due when?”

Shane just stared at him in disbelief. He couldn’t know! “June.”

“Two months from now.” Nathan tipped his hat to the bellman in respect and slammed the trunk’s lid shut. “What’s so very strange is that you’ve told everyone that you’re the father of her baby. And you aren’t.”

“Yes, I am!”

“In case you didn’t know, Mr. Kingsley, in order to make a child, you have to have sex with a female. Something that you’ve never done.” Nathan lowered his voice. “Because you’re gay.”

Shane suddenly felt light-headed. He groped for the car and instead felt Nathan’s strong arm beneath his, leading him to a bench in the center of the drop-off area. He felt his body slam down onto the wood slats and closed his eyes, fighting the urge to vomit. Someone had found out his secret! “Oh, God.” The boyish face of Bennett Sunderland swam before him and he remembered the first time his fingers had touched another man’s flesh. The steel of muscle beneath the softness of skin. The musky scent of Aramis in his nostrils as he licked another man’s nipples. The salty sweetness of cum, its warmth pooling in his ass …

“Your secret is safe with me.” Nathan murmured, still standing and acting like the attentive driver he was. “If you haven’t noticed, every one of you has a certain idea about sexuality and every one of you is being tested.”

“And what do we get if we pass the test?”

“I’m not at liberty to divulge that information … just yet.”

“That’s not fair!”

Nathan leaned down and harshly spat the words in his ear. “Deal with it.” Shane trembled, his innards shaking. “Now, are you ready to join the group?”

How could he face the group? “No. No, Nathan. I want to go home.”

“You want to go home? Jesus, you’re nothing but a child!”

“You don’t understand!”

“No, you don’t understand. Grow the fuck up!” Nathan hissed. “You are an adult! Live your life or be forced into someone else’s idea of what your life should be.”

Shane watched as Nathan left him on the bench, quivering with fear. Live your life. He suddenly realized that he wasn’t just afraid that someone would learn his secret, but also that he had no idea on how to live his own life.

*****

Dinner was a quiet affair. Kelly Jo sat between Kevin and Ashley and Beverly sat between James and Shane. No one wanted to ask but they all knew that something was wrong. The usually enthusiastic, effusive quarterback was as silent as a grave. His handsome Californian features were drawn with worry and his sparkling blue eyes were flat.

Nathan entered the private dining room, a pair of envelopes in his hand and headed toward a small side table. “Mr. Kingsley, Mr. Marcus, would you please come join me over here?”

Shane and Kevin looked around the table, then to each other and slowly arose, crossing the space between the tables and taking chairs with Nathan. The driver handed each an envelope and silently watched as they opened and read them.

“By now, you should have had a great dinner and are ready to accomplish your sixth task on the scavenger hunt. The sixth task is to shave another man’s pubic region. Simple task? No. Shane and Kevin must be chosen to accomplish this task and one man must ejaculate. The reward will be $4,000 dollars, with $1,500 for the non-participants.” Kevin looked over at Shane. “The proof required is the man’s body covered with cum and viewed by Nathan. If you follow the instructions, you will receive the money upon completion.”

Shane looked up. “I’ve never had my pubes shaved before.”

Kevin’s laugh was a strangled bark. “But having them done by a man is no problem?”

The quarterback turned red, slamming the envelope down on the table. “I’ll do it.” He glared angrily at Nathan, thinking about their earlier conversation. “I’ll be in my room if you decide to play along.”

Kevin just sat quietly as Shane stormed out, not really sure why the young man was so angry but certain that his words had struck a nerve.

“I have been authorized to offer you an additional $2,000 if you both ejaculate.” Nathan took Shane’s envelope, tucking it into an inside jacket pocket and slid a cell phone across the table to Kevin. “Give me a call when you’re ready.”

Kevin nodded, taking the phone and knowing that he had given his tacit approval by accepting the instrument. He headed to the elevator, thumbed 5 and soon found himself at Shane’s door, room 503.

“Who is it?”

“It’s me. Kevin.”

“It’s open.” Kevin pulled the lever and the door opened, Shane sitting on the bed clad in a fluffy white hotel robe. “So it’s on?”

“Yeah.” Kevin sighed. “I agreed.” He started to unbuckle his pants. “Nathan said we could have an additional two grand if we both cum.” He observed the change in Shane. “Can you do this?”

Shane’s quiet and uncomfortable answer was: “Yes.”

“Okay. Then let’s get it done and over with.”

Shane nodded and stood, heading into the bathroom. Kevin followed, dropping his pants and underwear. Shane grabbed two fresh razors from his bag of sensitive disposables and handed one to Kevin. “So how do you want to do this?”

“Get naked and get comfortable, I guess.” Kevin half-laughed at the expression on Shane’s face. “I forgot. I’ve already been through one of these. You haven’t.” Kevin sat on the edge of the tub and tried to find a comfortable position on the cold ceramic space. “It’s best to just grit your teeth and get it done.”

“Okay.” Shane said haltingly. “Who does whom first?”

“I’ll do you, okay?”

“Okay. Where do you want me?”

“I think it would be best for you to lay in the tub so I can use the shower head to rinse you clean.”

“Okay.”

Shane stepped out of his robe and sat in the back of the bath tub, all at one embarrassed that his half-hard cock was exposed to Kevin. The older man grabbed the retractable shower head, made sure that the cord was not twisted and adjusted the water. Then, he began to apply the shaving cream. Shane couldn’t help but shudder. It had been a long time since he’d felt another man’s hands on his body and the idea of a man shaving his pubes was so erotic. Blood coursed into his cock, making it rise even more.

Kevin noticed that Shane’s cock was half-hard before he started but he was really startled when it steadily grew when he put the cream around it. Maybe it’s just because I’m touching him, he thought. Every guy knew the joke about if the wind blew, your cock would get hard. It wasn’t too far from the truth. But when he looked up and saw that Shane’s eyes were closed, he knew that it was because he was touching him. Wow, Shane’s gay?

Shane shivered again, feeling the razor slip over his skin and Kevin’s fingertips on his skin, pulling creases open to make sure the hair had been cut. Oh, so good. Shane would never have imagined that being shaved could be such a turn-on. Kevin’s hand gripped his cock and pushed it to one side as he carefully shaved around it and Shane gritted his teeth, trying to maintain his control.

Kevin finished up the area around Shane’s penis as quickly as he could. He had noticed that Shane’s body had stiffened when he had to touch his penis and being a man, he knew that he was trying to keep from cumming. The job was almost complete, he was happy to say, and the last area was the ball sac. Kevin handled these with care, passing the razor’s edge over the tender skin above and below. He rinsed the shaving cream away and examined his work. Perfect! Now for the hard part … at least for him. He’d never done a guy before.

Shane gave a small moan when he felt Kevin grab his cock. His hand was firm and his skin was warm, sliding over his hard length and cresting the knob, slowly and tentatively. The innocence in his touch fanned his flames even more. “Oh.” The gasp escaped him involuntarily. Kevin’s fingers had touched his balls and were now gently rolling them, giving a light tug at intervals. “Oh, yes!” The hand stroking his prick tightened slightly, moving a little faster now, the creases of his fingers rubbing the edges of the crown and making sparks light behind his eyes. “Oh, God, yes!”

The balls in Kevin’s hand tightened, seeming to shrivel upward. He knew what that meant. He moved his hand faster still, lengthening the strokes from root to tip, gripping tighter at the base and more loosely at the top. Shane’s athletic body arched at each stroke, a deep shiver racking the perfectly formed muscles. His eyes remained closed, his mouth open in a perpetual moan. Then suddenly, his hand clutched Kevin’s arm and those clear eyes flew open, connecting with his.

“Oh, Kevin!” Shane could barely gasp Kevin’s name as the cum boiled up from his balls, streaking up his cock and landing squarely under his own chin. The second squirt landed on his chest, just below his nipples and the third and fourth spurts followed, coating his belly. His toes were painfully curled and his grip on Kevin’s arm became painful as well. “Sorry.”

“No problem.” Kevin released Shane’s penis, almost distastefully and moved back to allow Shane to rise. “Here, I have to call Nathan … “

“Wait. What about you?”

“It’s not necessary.”

“But, Kevin … “ Shane sighed deeply. “Never mind.”

“What?”

“I … It’s just that … you made me feel so good, I’d like to … to … “

“Shane, I’m not gay.”

“I know.” The young man hung his head. “I just … “ Shane felt his throat close up and tears pricked his eyes. His feelings were just too close to the surface. “I just need to do it.”

Kevin was struck by the desperation in Shane’s young voice. He wondered if Shane was just finding out that he was gay or if he was just finally admitting it to himself. He’d been decent this whole trip, gentlemanly and concerned. And his care for Beverly had been above and beyond the call of duty.

“All right.” Kevin discarded his underwear and got into the tub. “But no funny business.”

“Okay.” Shane lathered Kevin up and made short work of the shaving bit. He handled Kevin’s penis and balls gently but was disappointed to notice that he wasn’t getting hard. Once the extra hair was gone, Shane saw that Kevin was larger than he’d originally thought and tried not to look too excited over that fact but his feelings overwhelmed him. He remained on his haunches, staring at Kevin’s magnificent cock, then looking up into Kevin’s eyes.

Kevin didn’t know what to think. He only knew that he saw a kind of beauty in Shane’s eyes that he’d never seen before. He wasn’t gay; he knew that but what he saw made him understand the attraction between men. Shane was beautiful and his eyes were full of honest love and genuine confusion. He numbly watched as Shane went from being a star quarterback and all-around testosterone-filled young pup to cum-loving twink. The young man’s mouth lowered until the tip of his cock was in Kevin’s mouth.

Shane took the head of Kevin’s prick into his mouth and gave it a long, slow suck, his tongue swabbing the slit and lapping up the sticky pre-cum that was slowly oozing out. Kevin’s body unconsciously responded to his attention, Kevin’s cock hardening and the fleshy head mushrooming in size. Shane hummed against the tumescent flesh in his mouth, loving its size, weight, smell and taste.

Kevin jerked in Shane’s mouth and fought a moan that formed in his throat. The boy was good. Kevin felt his tongue lave the slit, then outline the head and slide along the thick stalk and he swooned at the sensations that raced through him. The heat of his mouth and the wetness of his tongue combined to quickly drop Kevin over the edge, pumping strings of cum into Shane’s mouth without a warning. It took several minutes for Kevin to recover and taking one look at Shane, he thumbed the cell phone into life and summoned Nathan.

Nathan entered the room with a card key and came into the bathroom where Kevin and Shane were. He noted the cum on Shane’s chest but was very surprised when Shane opened his mouth, displaying a mouth full of jizz, then swallowed it.

“Congratulations! You’ve completed the task and for your extra effort, the $2,000 bonus will be raised to $3,000.”

Kevin rinsed himself off in the shower and put his underwear and pants back on, accepting the money for himself, his sister and Ashley. He paused at the door, watching Nathan hand Shane his money and went back, pausing beside the young man. For some strange reason, he felt compelled to offer Shane his hand in friendship. Shane looked at him in fearful suspicion, then took his outstretched hand, shaking it.

“See you at lunch.”

Shane nodded, his insides still quivering and sighed at the wonderment of a new friendship. 



Wicked Game Ch. 08



The receipt of the money at lunch surprised the others but everyone had learned that it was not nice to ask why, unless the information was volunteered. Shane and Kevin said nothing to anyone else but everyone noticed that the handsome quarterback was back to his old self, especially Beverly who had missed his enthusiasm. Kevin remained the same, joyously embracing his sister and her lover, but staring at her with puppy dog eyes. James seemed to pull away from the group, distancing himself from Beverly while watching her enjoy Shane's attention.

James decided that a hike in the fresh air would be the best antidote to the poison that he had created in his own soul. He climbed up into the hills, taking time to enjoy the fresh air and the scenery. He reflected on his conversation with Beverly, wondering why he felt so compelled to share so much of himself with her. He wanted children. If he had told anyone at the station, they'd laugh hysterically. Why? Because everyone knew that James Hawethorne Weathers was a womanizer.

His reputation had proceeded him and all the women knew that he was a good time. So when he'd landed the new assignment, he had a rainbow of women to choose from. White, black, tan, red, yellow... blonde hair, black hair, red hair, brown hair, white hair... no color of skin or hair mattered and no age mattered. The only thing that mattered was whether they could keep up with his sexual appetites. Only a few white girls had managed that. The Puerto Rican and Spanish girls had the next highest average of those that could last the night with him. He had discovered that only black girls could handle him. Now he knew why DeNiro preferred dark girls.

His first black girl had been in Atlanta. Her name was Chaquilla and she had skin the color of caramel, baked in the sun. She had teased him about his passion, making him realize something about himself. He loved black women. No. He loved black women. There was something mesmerizing about the sight of dark brown skin and his alabaster white skin. Watching his white/pink cock slide into her caramel/pink pussy would bring him to a level that he'd never been before.

But no matter how many times he came in black pussy, he couldn't make the black pussy love him. Chaquilla had only been interested in his Buckhead mansion. Others after her were either not interested in having a 'white boy' for a boyfriend or couldn't imagine themselves fitting into his high-class, highly-publicized world. Still others were just along for the ride: enjoying decadent dinners, commandeering limousines, and flying to exotic places on private planes. None of which involved loving him.

And so James learned to become a womanizer. He sampled every woman he could, enjoying the dark-skinned woman and shielding his heart from that insipid thing called love. 

And then, there was Beverly.

And she was so perfect, that he was sure that she hadn't even realized what she'd done to him.

So now, James was faced with a dilemma of epic proportions. Beverly's presence had unleashed his heart and he knew, without a doubt and with the greatest of fearful respect, that he was in love with her. But he had to be honest with himself. She was fat. He couldn't take her to the talent mixers, to the networking cocktails, to the station socials. She was fat! Would she be able to hold her own against Grady Morrow, the six o'clock anchor and Grace Wilding, his acerbic co-anchor? Would she be able to remain objective about crimes in the black areas of town when a zealot was taking her to task over them? Why he was suddenly worried about her intellectual strength was a question he'd never asked himself before, about anyone. But why her and why now?

* * * * *

Ashley gave Kelly Jo a kiss and headed to the elevator, startled by Kevin's sudden presence. He stepped into the vehicle and gave her a soft, but quick smile. "I need to talk to you."

"Go ahead."

"What you said on the plane... that we could love her 'together'... what did you mean?"

"What do you think I meant?" Ashley leaned against the elevator wall, staring at Kevin. "Listen, Kevin, I know I've put a wrench in things... "

"That you have."

"But it wasn't my choice!" Ashley was surprised to hear the strong words coming out of her mouth. "Kelly Jo has given me a kind of love that I never thought I'd find. She's real. She gives me advice and helps me out whenever I need it. She's there when I need someone to talk to and she's there when I need someone to love. She's offered me the first real love that I think I've ever had."

"Do you think it will last?"

Ashley gave a hopeful grin. "If I have my way, yes."

"And you're not afraid of me?"

Her smile grew larger. "Absolutely not."

"Why not?"

"You're her brother, her twin, Kevin. Nothing I could give her could break through that bond." Her soft eyes connected with his. "Nor would I want it to." The elevator's door opened and Ashley stepped out, giving him a gentle smile. "If Kel and I are meant to be together, then we'll be together. I'm not the type to sabotage the competition." She touched his cheek. "Besides, I can tell that you really love her."

"I do, Ash, but I don't want to interfere with what you have with her."

Ashley's smile was bittersweet and genuine. "Love is out of our hands, Kev. We can only hope to tickle Cupid's fancy. If not... " She shrugged. "I'll see you at dinner."

Kevin headed to his room, tired from the trip, his head filled with visions of Kelly Jo and questions about them. What am I going to do?

* * * * *

Kevin's questions were answered not four hours later with a phone call. He rolled over and picked it up on the sixth ring.

"Mr. Marcus?"

"Yes?"

"This is your seven o'clock wake up call."

Kevin rubbed his eyes, staring at the red digital numerals of his clock. "I didn't order a wake up call. Who ordered it?"

"I don't have that information, sir. I just have the list. Thank you, sir."

The phone went dead and Kevin rubbed his eyes, struggling awake, focusing with confusion on a black tuxedo carefully lay on a chair, complete with a white pleated shirt and shiny black shoes. And propped against the clothing was an envelope with his name on it. He threw the covers off and grabbed it, ripping it open and scanning the message inside.

"By now, you should have had a nice nap and are ready to accomplish your seventh task on the scavenger hunt. The seventh task is to have dinner with and make love to a woman. Simple task? No. Kelly Jo and Kevin must be chosen to accomplish this task and Kevin must ejaculate. The reward will be $4,250 dollars, with $1,750 for the non-participants. The proof required is the woman's pussy filled with cum and viewed by Nathan. If you follow the instructions, you will receive the money upon completion."

Kevin's heart skipped a beat. This was the answer to his question. He would get to make love to Kelly Jo, his own sister. He wondered how she felt and how this would affect her relationship with Ashley.

* * * * *

Ashley finished reading the invitation, looking up to where Kelly Jo stood, fingering the soft material of the exquisite dress.

"Wow."

"That's what I thought when I read it." Kelly Jo took the invitation from Ashley's outstretched hand. "What should I do?"

Ashley laughed, her reaction drawing a look of confusion from Kelly Jo. "What, are you kidding?"

"Ash, it's not funny."

"Yes, it is." The young woman laughed again. "I see the way you look at each other. You should just admit it to yourself, fuck him and get over it."

Words stuck like glue in her throat. She knew Ashley was right. Despite the front that she put on and the nameless, faceless sex that she had had, Kevin had been the only one in her heart. She'd never looked for a permanent lover. She'd always known that Kevin was the only one for her and had resigned herself to a life full of sex, but not of love.

"Ashley, he's my brother."

"So?" Ashley slid off the bed, walking over to her lover and pushing the hair out of her eyes. "Are you going to let something like that keep you from having love in your life?"

"What about you?"

"Kelly Jo, do you really love me?"

Kelly Jo thought for no longer than a second. "Yes, I do."

A radiant smile illuminated Ashley's face. "Then, you can love both of us." She gave Kelly Jo a deep kiss. "Now, the invitation says that dinner is at eight and that he will be by to pick you up, so we'd better get started."

The magic hour arrived and Ashley answered the door at the first knock, feeling excited for her lover and nervous for her friend. Kevin stood outside, resplendent in tux and looking like a nervous bridegroom. He held a single red rose out to Ashley and accepted her kiss and embrace.

"You look wonderful, Kevin."

He blushed, much to his chagrin and she gave him a playful pinch on his cheek. "Uh, thanks."

"Give me the key to your room."

"The key?"

"Yes, fool! The key!"

He handed it over and watched as she pocketed it. "What are you going to do?"

"Just a little maid service." She gave a little smile. "Let me go get her Highness."

Kevin nodded and anxiously palmed the small bouquet of calla lilies and birds-of-paradise. This was it. The thing he had most waited for all his life. He felt like this was prom night and he was waiting for that first awe-inspiring sight of his date. And then she appeared.

Kelly Jo looked like a dream. Her honey-colored hair was piled on top of her head in a curly froth, a few loose tendrils hanging on either side of her ears and teasing her shoulders. The black-and-white dress matched his in style and fell in sweeping folds to her ruby-toed feet. Her light eyes leaped out from her face, gently limned in dark brown and lashed in black above pinkened cheeks and satiny cherry lips. For a moment, she wasn't sure that he liked what he saw and she stood uneasily before his devouring eyes, her bottom lip trembling in fear.

"Oh, Kelly." Kevin felt overwhelming love for his sister wash over him, tears pricking his eyes. "I have... I can't... I don't know what to say. You're so beautiful!"

Kelly Jo beamed, her eyes sparkling with tears as well. "Thanks, Kev."

"Here." He placed the bouquet in her hands. "These are for you." He smiled at the look on her face. "I didn't forget." 

Kelly Jo fingered her favorite flowers and gave him another warm smile. Ashley took the bouquet from her and with a gentle push, propelled them towards the door. "I guess we should be going."

"I guess so!" Kevin laughed and taking Kelly Jo's hand, tucked it into the corner of her arm. "Shall we?"

Kelly Jo nodded and smiled as Ashley pressed the purse into Kelly Jo's hand. "I'll see you later. Knock on your door when you get back."

Still unsure of Ashley's motives, Kevin gave a numb nod, letting himself believe that everything was well and walked out of the room with his breathtaking sister on his arm. Dinner was an intimate affair for the twosome. Jumbo shrimp cocktails, Caesar salads made with wild greens, clam chowder with sweet Maine clams and lobster medallions served with a creamy basil sauce and pecan rice pilaf.

During the entire courses of dinner, Kevin ate but didn't taste anything. His eyes were filled with the gorgeous vision of Kelly Jo, buttering rolls for him, handing him his silverware and making sure that his drink was full. She did the same thing she always did whenever they ate together but it was so much different tonight. Tonight, she was his. Her lovely eyes smiled at him all through the meal and her fingers lingered over his skin, giving an extra touch whenever she could.

Kelly Jo felt as shy as a virgin as she shared a slice of cherry-topped New York style cheesecake with her brother. To know that she was eating from the same fork that touched his mouth was almost more than she could stand. Her body burned with anticipation, with the thought that soon, they would be sharing each other. She wanted to tell him how much she loved him, but decided that there would be time for that later. Sometime tonight, between dusk and dawn, she would tell him. No, better than that. She'd show him.

"You haven't said much this evening." Kevin was surprised at the feeling in her voice. "Are you having second thoughts?"

"No. Not at all. Kel, I've wanted this for so long that I'm just overwhelmed." His words seemed to bolster her confidence. "Every day since our parents died, I've watched you grow from a long-legged, brace-wearing kid to... to the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. I couldn't stand the thought of someone else having you, of someone else being inside you but I knew I had no right to claim you so I just forced myself to be content with being near you as much as possible. Being your best friend was good enough for me." He took a breath, his fingers reaching hers. "But lately, I've been feeling restless and I was trying to figure out how to approach you without losing you."

"You never would have lost me, Kevin." Kelly Jo ran her hand along his cheek. "I always wanted you to be my first. I tried to ask you but I just never could get up the courage once you looked at me... " Her eyes connected with his. "With those eyes. Every time you look at me, I feel as if you can see down to the bottom of my soul. Like I'm naked."

"These eyes would certainly like to see you naked. God, I want to touch you! I want to kiss you!"

"Well, what's stopping you?"

"Because I'd cum in my pants."

Her eyes darkened at the passion in his husky voice. "Would you now?"

"Oh, yes. Just thinking about your mouth... " He released a shuddering breath. "I could spend hours just kissing you."

"Hours?"

Kevin licked his lips, his eyes focused on her plump lips. "Hours." 

A shiver ran through Kelly Jo's body at the sight of his tongue. She'd never had someone make love to her except Ashley. Never a man. And by the looks of her brother, he was all man and more than ready to make up for that deficit. His masculine scent was like a pheromone and she felt her nipples draw up and harden almost immediately beneath his hungry gaze. 

"Are you ready to go upstairs?"

He might as well have asked her if she was ready to draw another breath. She had no choice. She wanted him so fiercely that she could barely hear past the beating of her heart. "Yes."

The elevator ride was torturous. Kevin pulled her close to him, finally allowing himself to touch her body. His thick, muscled hands started at her shoulders, slowly moving down her bare arms and luxuriating in her silken skin. A tremor snaked through her at his touch and that pleased him to know that he was the cause. Her small hands rested on his forearms, now sliding up his shoulders and resting around his neck, bringing them even closer. Her sweet lips parted and her eyelids drooped lazily as he swooped in for their first kiss.

A thrill of pleasure drew a muffled gasp from Kelly Jo the moment her brother's lips claimed hers. The pressure was gentle until his hot tongue slid along the seam of their mouths and she melted into him, her passion overflowing into his mouth and into her pussy. She moaned and he immediately broke the kiss, deducing from the darkness of his eyes that he'd felt the same. Both had forgotten that they were in the elevator, in public with other people.

Kevin wrapped a trembling arm around her shoulders and pulled her close, taking her hand in his and rubbing it the length of his rock-hard prick. He was letting her know that just the touch of her tongue on his had caused his arousal. A deep blush crept up her cheeks and she smiled shyly. The elevator's doors opened and they stepped out onto their floor, heading for Kevin's room and knocking lightly.

A bright-eyed Ashley opened the door, a smile playing on her lips. She welcomed them both with kisses on the mouth, then silently departed. Wondering what she had done, Kevin and Kelly Jo moved farther into the room. Ashley had transformed the bedroom and bathroom into a love nest. Candles lit every corner and rose petals littered the floors. A basket of oils and bath beads sat beside the tub, which also had rose petals in its bottom.

"Oh, it's so beautiful!"

"I guess she loves you a lot." Kevin said softly, turning her in his arms. "And so do I."

"Oh, Kevin."

There was nothing to stop them now. Kevin grabbed her, pressing his tongue into her mouth and pulling her body against him. He wasn't interested in prolonging this torture. His fingers fumbled with the buttons and zipper of her dress, pulling it down over her freckled shoulders and exposing her lovely, unclad breasts. Without a second thought, he sucked a rosy nipple into his mouth, crushing her against him. She moaned loudly, her fingers threaded through his hair. 

Then suddenly, Kevin broke away from her and dashed into the bathroom. He barely made it to the commode before he sprayed cum all over the toilet seat, grunting as each spurt splattered. He remained there for a few moments, then turned to her with an extremely reddened face.

"I'm sorry."

"What are you sorry for?"

"Kelly Jo, there's something I didn't tell you." Kevin took a breath. This was the last hurdle. The last obstacle. The last step. "I'm a virgin."

Kelly Jo's eyes widened. "You're kidding?"

"No." His voice was soft, with a hint of tears. "I was waiting for you." Kelly Jo's heart burst into song in her chest. "And then I paw you like some teenager and I nearly came in my pants... "

She laid a finger across his quivering lips with a gentle shushing noise. "I am incredibly flattered, little brother. If I wasn't sure that I loved you before, I am absolutely certain now." She leaned forward and gently kissed the tears from his cheeks. "Would you allow me the pleasure of making love to you? Would you let me show you all the love I have for you in my heart?"

Kevin nodded, swallowing past the lump in his throat and sighed as she pressed her lips to his and gave him a gentle kiss, slowly leading him back into the bedroom. He watched as she crawled onto the bed, her tasty body clad only in a black lace thong and high-heeled shoes, using a finger to gesture to him. He stumbled toward her kneeling form and stood completely still as she removed his tie, slid the jacket from her shoulders and unbuttoned his shirt, running her fingers through his sandy chest hair. He trembled.

"Do you want to touch me, Kevin?" Kelly Jo laid back on the bed, one hand cupping a heavy breast while the other spread rose petals all over her body. "Do you want to taste me?"

"Oh, yes."

"Take my thong off."

Kevin knelt between her legs, reaching up to drag the fabric down over her body. Her pussy was sprinkled with the lightest of hair and her pussy lips were dark pink and glistening, like the inside of a fragrant orchid. He nearly forgot to breathe.

"Pull the lips open."

Her flesh was so warm under his fingertips and the scent of her arousal so thrilling that he felt his dick pulsing back to life. That had never happened to him before. He ran his thumbs down the slit from top to bottom, opening it as if he was separating an orange and pressed a kiss to her swollen clit. When she moaned, he repeated the action, this time adding his tongue and exploring the satiny pink pearl and grabbed her hips when she bucked against his mouth.

"Oh, yes, Kevin. That's it."

Kelly Jo felt his tongue tenderly rolling over her sex, stroking her clit, then moving downward in a slow slide to her creamy hole. The breath left her lungs in a long, low groan, her body reacting to his fat tongued licks and spear-like stabs. The feeling was exquisite. She felt the heat start deep in her pussy, building as he sucked her juicy snatch and screeching to a climax when he slid a finger into her depths. She had never cum so hard and fast before. He seemed to know what she liked. He held his hand still until the aftershocks began and then sawed his fat finger in and out.




Wicked Game Ch. 09



"James? James Weathers?"

James raised his head and looked into the bright blue eyes of Grace Wilding and her movie producer husband, J.T. Owens. Shit! He wiped the coffee from his mouth and slowly stood, giving her a gentle hug and shaking J.T.'s hand. "How are you doing?"

"Fine! What are you doing here?"

"Vacationing."

"No, really."

James gave his best anchorman smile, his eyes chips of grey ice. "I said I'm vacationing, Grace. Is there a problem with that?"

"Yes, when everyone knows that you've never taken a vacation before. Are you heading back to rehab?"

James felt himself losing control as he gritted his teeth, angry at himself for letting her get to him so easily. "Grace, unlike you, I actually have a life."

"A life? Is that what you call it?" She laughed, no, cackled like the witch she was. "Drinking yourself silly every night is a life?"

"I don't drink like that any more, Grace, and you know it."

"What do you do instead? Fuck every bimbo you can find till dawn?"

Grace's high-pitched laugh fell on Beverly's ears and she winced. She had heard most of the conversation and was pissed off for James. Why didn't he put her in her place? Why didn't he speak up for himself? It was obvious that she was going to have to take care of things for him.

"Hi, James!" She breezed in, throwing her arms around his neck and giving him a long, deep kiss. She felt the surprise in his touch and did her best to convince him to relax, letting her tongue slide into his mouth and tickling his lips. "Sorry, I'm late."

"That's okay." James fell into the ruse easily, his face still showing his shock. "I hadn't eaten yet. Just had coffee."

"Who's your ... friend?" Grace looked Beverly up and down, the last word dangling on her tongue like a bad taste. 

"Beverly Johansson." Beverly extended her hand. Grace looked at her hand for several seconds, then when she reached out to take it, Beverly whirled into James' arms, smiling into his face. "And you are?"

"Grace Wilding, anchorwoman at WCHO."

"Oh, yes! I knew you looked familiar. You did that piece on Family Market, right?"

The blood drained from Grace's hawk-like features. Everyone knew about the Family Market piece because of the interview that she did with Morton Zandee, owner of Family Market and now, well-known pedophile. Family Market catered to women and their children, providing the unheard-of service of child care in a grocery store. Once a day, Zandee would choose a lucky child to win a tour of the market and $25 worth of groceries. And somewhere between the loading dock and the cash register, the molestation would occur.

Grace Wilding was well-known because her name was front and center when the scandal broke. Grace Wilding had witnessed the molestation of a child and hadn't reported it. She had saved the footage to use for future piece she was planning and one of the series producers had stumbled on it accidentally. Grace had been sacked but she sucked her way back to the anchor desk. The station owner, Clyde Bishop, loved oral sex and she was more than happy to provide him with it.

"Uh, yes."

"Yeah, I thought that was you." Beverly gave her a blindingly fake smile and turned her grin to James. "I'm hungry, baby. It's time to feed me, Seymour."

James laughed, throwing his head back. He gathered his newspaper and left a five on the table for the waitress. "If you'll excuse me, Grace, I have to feed my lady." He put his arm around Beverly's middle and left a speechless Grace Wilding in his wake. Once out of her hearing, he grabbed Beverly and spun her around. "That was inspired!"

Beverly smiled. "I hate white bitches like that. You should have handled your own business." She cocked her head to the side, looking at him. "So, why didn't you play hammer and nail her to the wall?" She watched as the happiness fled from James' face and surmised that this was something deeper than mere words. "Why don't we get some breakfast and talk about it?"

"Beverly, I really appreciate what you just did for me but ... "

"James, " Her voice was soft and motherly. "If you don't open up to someone, you'll never get a chance to live that life you wanted."

She's right. So he was at a crossroads. He could continue on as he had been, living relationship to relationship, having no roots and no connections. Or he could choose to open himself up, to do the one thing he hadn't done since ... the accident. He trusted Beverly. He knew that she wouldn't share his personal information with anyone else. So ... So ... what do I do?

James Hawethorne Weathers lifted his weary eyes to the beautiful black woman and released a sigh that came from the depths of his soul. "All right, Bev." Her smile was warm and grateful. "But you may not like what you hear."

"You didn't like everything that I had to say, did you?"

"No."

"Then let me do the same for you. Let me be your devil's advocate." Her lovely almond-shaped eyes met his. "Let me help you, as you've helped me." 

Beverly held her hand out. She'd never had anyone seek out her advice before, unless it was where the best buffet place in town was. Warmth spread from the tips of her ears to her neck when he slipped his manicured hand into hers.

"Let's go."

* * * * *

Shane almost smiled when Ashley waved at him. He took his plate of scrambled eggs, bacon, sausage and wheat toast to her table, dropping his napkin into his lap as he sat.

"I'm surprised to see you here."

She looked up. "Why's that?"

"Your lover's up there fucking her brother ... I mean, aren't you angry?"

"No. Why should I be?"

Shane just stared at her for a long moment. "Because she's fucking someone else and it's a man."

"Shane, Kevin has been Kelly Jo's brother for a lot longer than our relationship. If it's meant to be, we'll be together."

Shane just shook his head. "I can't believe you could be so calm about the whole situation."

Ashley smiled. "That depends on what you let bother you." She shoveled some eggs into her mouth, then stood up, breaking into a huge smile. Kevin and Kelly Jo had entered the dining room and were striding, hand-in-hand, giving each other shy smiles. "Wow, you guys look happy!"

"We are." Kevin said, kissing the back of Kelly Jo's hand. "She's made my dreams come true." He couldn't help but beam at his sister. Their lovemaking had only ended twenty minutes earlier when Nathan had come knocking, looking for the evidence. Kelly Jo was very happy to show him but turned down his offer to clean her out. When she turned to look at him, he knew that she had remembered her promise and that made him feel like a million dollars. She had been so patient with him, so filled with love and devotion ...

"Hey!"

"Huh? Oh, sorry!"

"Daydreaming?" Kelly Jo asked, pressing a kiss on his mouth.

"No. Nightdreaming."

"Well, you'd better grab something to eat and sit down with what little strength you have left!" Ashley laughed. 

Kelly Jo came around the side of the table and took Ashley into her arms, giving her a hard embrace, then covering her sweet face with kisses. "Oh, Ashley, it was so wonderful."

"I'm so glad for you."

"Glad for us." Kelly Jo touched her cheek lightly. "I made Kevin a promise last night."

"A promise?"

"Yes, that you and he would be the only people that I would ever make love with."

Ashley's eyes glittered with unshed tears. "He didn't mind?"

"Not at all. He knows that I love you and that's good enough for him."

Ashley smiled. "He's a wonderful brother." She glanced across the table at Kevin, who was talking to Shane. He was also very handsome, she noticed. I wonder if he could love me.

"Yes, he is, darling." Kelly Jo moved close, nibbling on her ear. "But I'm really anxious to put my tongue in your sweet pussy."

Ashley blushed. "Well, then you'd better eat fast because I'm feeling a little neglected."

"Oh, really?" Kelly Jo's hand dropped to Ashley's rear, rubbing and squeezing. "I can easily solve that ... "

Nathan's arrival was a splash of cold water on the happy group, especially when they saw the envelopes in his hand. "Good morning." He smiled as they responded in kind. "First, the money from last night's task." From his inside jacket pocket, he removed six envelopes and gave Kelly Jo and Kevin the two thickest and one each to Shane and Ashley. "And now, Shane. Ashley. Please come with me."

Shane and Ashley gave each other a glance, then arose to follow the driver. Again, they went to the small room just off the dining room and Nathan handed them two larger envelopes, watching as each opened and read the invitation inside.

"By now, you should have had a nice breakfast and are ready to accomplish your eighth task on the scavenger hunt. The eighth task is to have someone masturbate you to an orgasm. Simple task? No. Shane and Ashley must be chosen to accomplish this task. The reward will be $4,500 dollars, with $1,800 for the non-participants. The proof required is a video recording of the acts. This proof must be shown to Nathan and will be destroyed immediately afterward. If you follow the instructions, you will receive the money upon completion."

Shane looked up, first at Ashley, then at Nathan. "I'm in." He turned to Ashley. "Are you okay with it?" Ashley hadn't spoken for a long moment. An unbidden memory had arisen in her mind and she was struggling with the fear it had brought. She raised haunted eyes to Shane who touched her forearm gently. "We'll be doing it together, Ash. You can trust me."

Ashley knew she could but her guts still twisted in knots just the same. She nodded to him. "It's not you, Shane. It's me." She took a deep breath and looked back to Nathan. "I'll do it."

The driver gave a nod. "I've taken the liberty of leaving the camera and a box of toys in your room, Shane. It's up to you two where you want this to occur."

"My room's fine. Thanks, Nathan."

"Fine. Well, if you'll excuse me, I need to find Beverly and James." With those words, Nathan took his leave and Shane and Ashley gazed at each other for a long moment.

"Well ... " Shane offered his arm. "Shall we?"

Ashley slipped her hand into the crook of his arm, grateful for his friendship as she tried to battle the demons behind her eyes.

* * * * *

"I started drinking in college."

Beverly and James sat together at a small table in a sheltered alcove of the dining room. Both had visited the breakfast buffet and had plates loaded with fruit, bacon, eggs, sausage and James had opted to splurge for pecan waffles. In addition, a waiter brought them a carafe each of orange and grapefruit juices and a hot tea for Beverly. She was stirring sugar into her Earl Grey when he began to speak.

"At first, it was just at the typical college parties. A couple of beers became a six pack. A six pack became a twelve pack. A twelve pack became a case ... " James got an almost wistful look in his eyes. "Then I joined the fraternity and discovered whiskey. That was the worst year of my life. I can't tell you anything that happened that entire year. It was all a drunken blur." He lifted a chunk of cantaloupe to his mouth and chewed thoughtfully. "That year, I spent New Year's Eve in rehab in Florida. I finished college and started working and was doing pretty well until I met Anna."

"Anna?"

"My wife." Seeing the look on Beverly's face, James quickly added, "My ex-wife. I met Anna when I worked in Tallahassee. She was the morning anchor and almost ten years older than I was. And I was in love. Head-over-heels in love. Well, once we started dating, we were attending social functions for the station and I started drinking again."

"Why?"

"All the heavy-hitters drank. The station owner always had a decanter of Jameson Irish Whiskey on his side desk and he always expected you to have a jolt with him when he had one. I couldn't say no. At least not to him." James took a long drink of his unsweetened grapefruit juice, then continued. "I got sloshed at the wedding but then, so did everyone else, so I didn't feel bad. I found out days later that I had fucked the owner's wife in the broom closet during the reception but Anna never complained. I think I wasn't ready to get married because my drinking got worse. I was juggling the stress of work, the stress of working with my wife and fucking every warm body that came my way. Grace was just coming through then and we were peas in a pod. I quit fucking everyone else and fucked only her and my wife."

"Oh, James."

"I know, I know." He shook his head in agreement. "I cheated. I was a rotten, alcoholic bastard. And I lost Anna because of that and my drinking. I came home one night and found her dead in the bathtub. She'd committed suicide."

Beverly gasped. "Oh, James!"

"And I found out several days later that she had been pregnant with our first child." James had to stop at the point. His chest ached with the effort needed to keep his tears at bay. Beverly's soft hand on his helped to calm him and he covered it gratefully. "I drank non-stop for the next ten years. I don't know how I managed it, but I moved up the ladder. I was a functioning alcoholic. I was always able to do my job and even did interviews, completely under the influence."

"What made you quit?"

"I went to one of those psychology camps. You know, the ones that offer help with addictive behaviors?"

"Yeah. I went to one of those once. Didn't work."

"Well, it helped me. I still drink but not as much and not as often." He smiled sadly. "But I still think about Anna, about the daughter I could have had, about the life I could have had. I guess that's why I think about having that life again."

Beverly gave him a gentle smile. "There's nothing wrong with that, James. We all have dreams and desires."

"It just seems like I'm never able to make my dreams come true."

She was quiet for a long moment. "What's standing in your way?"

James thought for a moment, his eyes locking onto hers. "I don't know." Tears welled and fell, quickly caught by his linen napkin. "I just don't know."

"Excuse me." Nathan's words were soft and Beverly looked at him, still holding James' hand as the older man cried silently. "These are for you."

"Thank you, Nathan." He touched his fingers to his hat, walking away and Beverly returned her attention to James.

"I'm sorry. I never cry."

"Don't be sorry, honey. Seems it was a long time coming." She touched his cheek gently, both in care and concern for him and in wonderment at the feelings that were coursing through her. "Now come on. Let's finish our breakfast and do some horseback riding. I have ridden a horse since I was a kid."

"Neither have I." James' eyes began to brighten. "The first time I rode one, the horse bucked me off and I landed in a huge pile of dung!"

When he threw his head back in laughter, Beverly knew that the worst had passed. James would be all right.

* * * * *

Ashley sat down on the bed, watching Shane retrieve the camcorder and a large box from the table in the main room and bring it to where they were sitting. Ashley took the camcorder and set it up, aiming the viewfinder towards them and pressing the RECORD button.

"What's in the box?"

"I don't know. Let's find out." Shane lifted the lid and both peered inside. "Wow!"

Inside the box was a large assortment of vibrators and dildos, in various colors, sizes and lengths. Shane pulled out a huge black one, his jaw hanging open.

"Holy shit! This is definitely a roto-rooter!" His laughter was cut short by Ashley's answering silence. "Ash, what's wrong?"

Ashley was remembering again. One of Matthew's favorite items to use during sex were dildos. She recalled being assaulted over and over with one on a particular night. "I don't like those things."

The words, why not?, were on the tip of his tongue but Shane bit them back. "Here. Let me try something." He reached into the box and removed a bright pink vibrator. It was about seven inches in length and about an inch thick. He pushed the box aside, turned the knob on the dildo and turned to Ashley. "Close your eyes and give me your arm."

"Shane ... "

"Come on, Ash. Trust me."

She shivered in fear but closed her eyes, acknowledging her trust in him. She felt Shane's warm hand under her forearm, supporting her arm and then ... Ashley gasped at the sensation of the vibrator on the sensitive inside of her elbow. She felt the supple plastic crown move down her forearm toward her hand and she trembled. The feeling was exquisite.

"Lie back." Ashley's eyes flew open in fear but she saw Shane, remembered that she was safe and did as he asked.

Shane pushed her long hair away from her face and put the tip of the vibrator at the juncture of her ear and neck, slowly moving it down over her neck and pausing for the slightest moment over her pulsing veins before moving across her windpipe and over to the other ear. She let out an almost inaudible gasp but he heard it. He slid the head around the outline of her hair, across her cheek and onto her lips. 

At first, she kept her lips clamped shut. He gently moved the plastic cock around the outside of her lips and slowly, she opened her mouth. He teased the soft pink insides of her lips and heard her soft moan. He moved the device down her chin now, following the line of her neck, then slid over her clothed left nipple. Ashley shouted at the sensation.

"Keep your eyes closed and take your top off, Ash."

Ashley sat up and pulled the thin sweater over her head, tossing it on the floor along with her bra. She felt the vibrator's rounded tip circle her nipple, its electrical buzzing making her skin tingle and her pussy moist. The tips moved across to her other nipple and she fought the urge to shout in delight. A deep tremble started low in her stomach and she squeezed her thighs together as an orgasm ripped through her.

Shane smiled at her response and set the vibrator down to unbutton and slide her jeans down. He saw the marks on her legs and ignored them, knowing how important it was to keep her in the moment. He left her thong on and laid the humming tip directly against her hidden clit, adding a little pressure. She screamed in release, her hands clutching the sheets as he stroked again and again. He pushed the underwear down, grinning at the wetness and slipped the head of the vibrator into her slit.

Ashley whimpered, every nerve ending on fire. She wanted that thick chunk of vibrating plastic deep inside her and Shane was teasing her. She gasped, whimpered and moaned as he maneuvered the vibrator around the lips of her pussy, over her throbbing clit and tormented her dripping hole. "Shane, fuck me!"

"Not yet. Be patient."

"I don't want to be patient!"

Shane snickered as he reached in the box and took out two more items. He handed her a small dildo. "Want something to do? Lick this." He watched as she took it and ran its tiny head along her lips, then began to tongue it. Meanwhile, Shane put some lube on another vibrator, this one smaller that the other and turned it on. "Put your legs on my shoulders." He waited until she did it and plunged both vibrators into her pussy and asshole.

Ashley came so hard that no sound came out of her mouth, her clasping pussy tried to push the vibrator out but Shane held it tightly, pumping both and causing her to cum again and again. She lost count of how many times she orgasmed but she knew one thing. She intended to repay the favor.

Shane pulled the vibrators out of her grasping holes and laid next to her, wearing a big smile. "Now, aren't you glad I told you to be patient?"

Ashley sighed, her body still pulsing with pleasure. "Shane, that was so good. You must have girls chasing you all over the place."

"Well, I do, but I don't really care." He put his hand on her stomach, gently massaging. "I'm gay."




Wicked Game Ch. 10



“Excuse me.”

The young assistant at the front desk turned and smiled at the handsome man. “Yes, can I help you, sir?”

“Yes, I’m looking for someone that might have a room here. Her name is Ashley Martin.”

“Hold on a minute, sir.” She gave him another shy smile and went to the computer, quickly typing and locating the information she needed. “Yes, we have an Ashley Martin registered here. She’s in room 510.”

“Great. Can you give me a room nearby?”

“Actually, sir, we don’t have any rooms left. We’re booked until the middle of next week.”

“What? No rooms?”

“No, sir.”

Matthew Martin felt his blood boil. That bitch had a room here and it was vitally important that he have one as well. He took a breath in an effort to calm his anger, plastering a smile on his face. “There’s absolutely nothing?”

“No, sir. Even our employee compound is full.”

“Employee compound? What’s that?”

“It’s where some employees live while we work here. That way, there’s someone that’s always here to serve the hotel guests. I got one of the last rooms.” She smiled again and he saw that her nametag said that her name was Megan.

“Well, I guess I’m out of luck, Megan.”

“It looks that way, sir. I’m sorry. I can take your contact information just in case a room opens up … “

“How about you have some lunch with me?”

Her brown eyes seemed to brighten at his attention. “Well … “

“Oh, come on. You’re not going to turn down lunch, are you?” He leaned forward, giving her a smoldering look and deepening his voice a bit. “Especially with someone who thinks you’re so cute.”

He watched the blood rush to her face and added a sexy grin. “I get off work in six minutes.” She said, checking the clock.

“That’s even better. How about we have lunch in your room?”

“R-Room service? No, I’ll have to pass.”

“Why?”

“Too expensive.”

“I’m buying, Megan, and you can get whatever you want.”

Matt knew that that had hooked her. “Whatever I want?”

“Yes. You can order a steak, lobster … whatever you want.”

She batted her eyes and touched his hand. “Hold on a minute.” She left the desk area, opening a door that said Employees Only. Seconds later, she came back out, moving around to his side of the reception desk. “Carmela’s coming out to take my spot. Let’s go.”

Her room was small but had all the amenities of a normal hotel room, Matt noticed as she welcomed him in and dropped her keys on the table, heading for the menu and the phone. 

“What shall we order first?”

Matt didn’t give her time to scream. He clamped his hand over her mouth, grabbing her by the back of her head. “Don’t fight me or I’ll be forced to hurt you.” Her frightened eyes reminded him of a terrified horse. “When are you scheduled to go to work again?” 

“Tomorrow.” She whispered against his palm.

“What time?”

“Two o’clock.”

“You’re going to call in sick for a few days. I need this room.” She nodded, tears escaping her eyes. “Now, I’m going to let you go and you’re going to do absolutely everything I tell you to do. If you try to escape or make any noise to attract attention, I’ll hurt you. You understand?” Again, she nodded. Matt removed his hand and she gasped in air. “Take your clothes off.”

“W-what?”

“I said, take your clothes off.”

“But I … I’ve never had sex before.”

Matthew’s already rock-hard cock swelled even larger. “Well, after I’m done with you, you won’t have to say that any more.”

Tears streaked her cheeks and her bottom lip began to tremble. “Please. Please don’t do this.”

Matthew sighed. “I thought you were going to be fun, Megan. I thought you were going to be a good time.” He opened his carry-on satchel and extracted the items he’d brought to use on Ashley: thick masking tape and a few pre-cut lengths of rope. “But it seems that I have to treat you like her.”

“N-!”

A wide slice of masking tape cut off her words and Matt wrestled her to the floor, tying her wrists, then ankles. “You see, Megan, I like to have fun.” He unzipped her skirt and pulled it off, barely pausing as he ripped the hose and panties from her young body. “And my kind of fun always includes pain.” His cock sprung out as soon as he slid his pants and underwear down, dropping them on the floor. He picked her up and tossed her onto the bed, delighted at the sight of her tears. She landed on her stomach and he lifted her hips, her hairy pussy exposed to his eager prick. “And now it’s time for some pain.”

He pressed the head of his prick against her pussy and grimaced when the tight, dry hole didn’t welcome him immediately. He slid back and applied his tongue to her cunt, slipping into the untried folds. She whimpered, trying to get away from his labial attack but Matt grabbed her by the hips and speared his tongue into her hole. This time, her whimper was borne of arousal, a welcome sound to Matt’s ears. A little more spit and she was ready. His fat prick slid into her tight canal and he rammed himself home, feeling the thin membrane of her hymen split under his assault.

Megan’s muffled shout went unheard as Matt began to plunge into her virgin hole, pumping as hard as he could, his balls slapping against her tender clit. Despite her efforts to remain detached, she was getting excited. The pain of his battering was slowly being replaced by the delicious friction of his hard cock and she found herself shuddering as magical sensations spread from her cunt to her nipples. Without warning, her pussy walls contracted and warm, wet liquid oozed out, accompanied by the most intense feeling of pleasure that she’d ever felt.

“You just came, didn’t you?” Matt slapped one of her ass cheeks. “Yeah, maybe we will have some fun.” He continued his thrusting, digging his hands into her hip muscles. “But right now, I’m gonna fill your pussy with my cum.” He grunted as his penis jumped inside her, his spunk spurting and coating the insides of her hot box. Matt took a deep breath and laughed, seeing that she’d passed out.

“Sleep now, little one. We have miles to go before I sleep … “

*****

“Oh, shit!”

James looked up in surprise at the woman’s accented voice and quickly strode over to help. The breath caught in his throat when he realized that the woman was none other than singer and actress Julie Andrews. She had dropped her Versace bag and the contents were rolling around the lobby floor. He scooped up lipstick, mascara, compact and wallet and walked over to her.

“Excuse me. I believe these are yours.”

“Oh, thank you very much. I so hate to carry a purse.”

“Well, that seems to be a woman thing.”

“Yes, I know, but that’s why I hire an assistant.”

“To carry your purse?”

“Yes. That, among other things.” She did her best to stuff everything back in the case. “Thank you so much for your help.”

James smiled, trying to hide his nervousness. “You’re welcome, Miss Andrews.”

Julie Andrews graced him with her movie star smile, clasped his hand in a quick goodbye and headed for the hotel lobby. James stood for a moment, watching her elegant and trim figure depart, then turned to join the rest of the group who had been seated for lunch.

“Guess who I just saw?”

“Who?” Everyone asked at once. 

“Julie Andrews.”

Shock registered on everyone’s faces. “The Julie Andrews?” Beverly breathed, awestruck.

“Yes! Isn’t that great?”

“Um, who is Julie Andrews?”

James turned to Shane with a half-smile on his face. “You don’t know who Julie Andrews is?”

“No.”

“Ever seen The Sound of Music?”

“No. Was it a TV show?”

“No, it’s a movie. How about Victor/Victoria?” Kelly Jo asked.

“Nope.”

“Okay, I’ve got one. You had to have seen this one. S.O.B.”

Shane looked at Kevin as if he was an alien. “That’s the real name of a movie?”

“Yeah. That was a great movie!” Kevin gushed. “She showed her tits in that one.”

“Julie Andrews showed her boobs?” Beverly exclaimed.

“Oh, yeah! That was the best thing in that movie.” James laughed. “I can’t remember all the details but I think her character did it to save her husband’s movie.”

Shane shrugged, offering a sheepish smile. “Sorry. Does she have any famous children?”

“Not in the business. At least, not that I know of.” James shook his head. “Damn, I feel old!”

The group erupted in gentle laughter and ordered lunch. And as if on cue, just when they’d finished eating and were having cocktails, Nathan arrived, drawing a groan from the tablemates.

“Why, thank you! And I’m happy to see you, too.” The driver spat jokingly, an envelope in his hands.

Shane said, “We like you, Nathan. It’s just that every time we see you … “

“Yeah, I know, but do remember, you are welcome to leave at any time.” His tone was still playful but hard reality was a palpable undercurrent. “Mr. Weathers, would you please come with me?”

James wiped his mouth and tossed his napkin on the table. Beverly caught his arm as he arose and gave him a smile of encouragement. He leaned down and pressed a kiss to her mouth, surprising both of them. “Be careful.”

“I will.” He whispered with a wink.

Kevin, Kelly Jo, Ashley and Shane all watched James go, then turned to Beverly. “Well!” Kelly Jo grinned. “When did that happen?”

“Just now.” Beverly answered, still clearly surprised herself. “He did just kiss me, didn’t he? I didn’t dream that, did I?”

“No!” Kelly Jo laughed, her mirth quickly dying when Ashley put a chokehold on the hand she was holding. “Ash, you’re killing my hand. Ashley? Ash!”

Ashley’s beautiful face was as white as a sheet, her eyes locked onto something across the room. “He’s here.”

“Who’s here?” Beverly asked, looking around.

“Matthew.” Kelly Jo supplied, also glancing around, her expression grave. “Her husband.”

*****

James took the envelope from Nathan and read it over, stopped, then read it again.

“By now, you should have had a nice lunch and are ready to accomplish your ninth task on the scavenger hunt. The ninth task is to give a lady head, otherwise known as cunnilingus. Simple task? No. James must be chosen to accomplish this task and the lady chosen is Mrs. Blake Edwards. The reward will be $4,750 dollars, with $1,900 for the non-participants. The proof required is a phone call to Nathan from Mrs. Edwards as the act is in progress. If you follow the instructions, you will receive the money upon completion.”

“Do you know who Mrs. Blake Edwards is?”

Nathan shook his head negatively. “No, sir. I’m afraid I don’t.”

“Her stage name is Julie Andrews.”

“Wow.” Nathan breathed. “I understand that you spoke with her this afternoon.”

The older man stared at the driver. “How’d you find that out?”

Nathan just smiled and stepped forward, setting two objects in front of him. With astonishment, he recognized it as Miss Andrews’ wallet and her platinum compact. “I’m sure she’ll want these back.”

“She’ll think I stole them!”

“No, she won’t the front desk has already called and told her that they were found in the lobby. And that a patron is going to bring them up to her.”

“Well, that’s pretty smooth, Nathan, but we are talking about Julie Andrews here.”

Nathan threw his head back and laughed. “You think just because she’s such a goody-goody on TV, that she’s one in real life, too?” The driver grinned at James’ expression. “Let me let you in on a little secret. She’s as depraved as everyone else is. In fact, she requests special services from us all the time because she can count on our discretion. And I know I can count on yours.”

“Of course, Nathan.” James fingered the wallet. “So I take it that she’s waiting for me?”

“Yep.” Nathan pressed a condom into the man’s hand. “I have been authorized to offer you an additional $2,000 if you fuck her and bring this back full of your cum.”

James looked at the condom, a face swimming in his mind’s eye. Not that of the delectable Julie Andrews, but that of Beverly. If he did this, would she understand that he was doing it for the game? 

God, he felt so strange! He’d never worried so much over a women, especially one that he hadn’t fucked yet. No, that was the wrong word. Fucking was not something he thought of with Beverly. He thought of lying in her arms, her bulk spooned behind him, enveloping him in warmth. He thought of seeing her face across from his at the breakfast table, listening to the sound of her voice and hearing her laughter. He thought of walking into an event holding her hand, her warm fingers intertwined with his as he faced the coldness of the professional world, knowing that she was not only at his side but in his heart. He wasn’t thinking about fucking. He was thinking about lovemaking, about love. About love.

“Okay.” He palmed the plastic-encased square and shoved it into his pocket. “What’s her room number?”

******

Matthew returned to the room in the employee compound. Megan was sleeping, her arms and legs still bound and her pussy hair matted with his spent ejaculate. After the third time, she’d quit crying and had really started enjoying his brand of fucking. She pushed back against his fat cock when he’d buried it up her ass and she endured a spanking that left his hand blazing with heat and her pussy dripping with cream. He was still amazed at that. He had licked every single bit of her cunt juice from his fingers and had decided to take her gag off. Immediately, she accepted his rough kiss, pressing her hips against him as he bit into her bottom lip and drew the sweet taste of coppery blood.

Now she stirred into wakefulness, her large eyes alighting on him and a needy smile curving her lips. “I fell asleep waiting for you to come back. I didn’t make any noise.”

“You’re a good girl.” He rasped into her ear, his fingers tracing the outlines of his bite marks on her breasts. “I might keep you.” Her eyes glowed with hope. “Would you like to be my toy?”

“Oh, yes, Matthew! I’d love it.”

She wasn’t too bad-looking maybe because she was only nineteen but she would grow into those doe-sized eyes and large teeth. Her breasts were certainly large enough and her cunt was tight enough. She had been a virgin so there was a pretty good chance that she would become pregnant. She was malleable and with a little prodding, could be imaginative in her own right.

“We’ll talk about it later. Right now, I need you to do me a favor.”

*****

The door to Suite 1582 opened after his second knock and the absolutely breathtaking Julie Andrews stood in the doorway, her strawberry-blonde hair glinting in the fluorescent light. She smiled, warming him from ear lobe to cock tip. “Come in.”

James stepped into the room, his eyes sweeping over the actress’ figure, covered by a thick robe, her rosy nipples swathed in absorbent cotton. His mind was fighting with the images he knew of her from the silver screen. The sweet innocent from The Sound of Music, the brash flirt from Thoroughly Modern Millie, the talented coloratura from Victor/Victoria. Even the self-assured ruler from The Princess Diaries. None of these matched with the Julie Andrews he now saw before him.

“Can’t figure where to put me, can you?”

James shook his head, an outer response to his inner turmoil. “I’m sorry?”

“I said, you can’t figure out where to put me. In your mind, I mean.” Julie picked up a fluted martini glass and took a long sip, fishing the pickled pearl onion out with the swizzle spoon and chewing it, watching him all the while with her beautiful eyes. “People that I meet seem to have that common problem.”

“I’m sorry, it’s just that … “

“I know. I’m the Mother Teresa of film.” She laughed. “Or something as pious as that.” She walked over to the bar. “What would you like to drink?

“Vodka and tonic. Grey Goose, you have it.”

“I indeed have it.” She silently whipped up his cocktail, setting it in his hand with a wry smile. “I’m a regular human being, Mr. … “

“Weathers. James Weathers, but please call me James.”

“James.” She processed his name and continued. “I’m a regular human being, James. I, like most of the other human beings on this Earth, enjoy the pleasures of the flesh. And for some strange reason, you intrigued me this morning.”

“Oh, speaking of this morning … “ James fished the wallet and compact out of his pocket and handed them to her. “I believe these belong to you.”

She took them with a sensual smile, her eyes locked onto his as their hands touched. “Yes. These are mine.”

James watched as she turned, tucking them into her Versace bag. He wasn’t sure how to proceed so he fell back on his old tricks. He moved up behind her, resting his hands on her waist. “You are a very beautiful woman, Miss Andrews.”

“The name is Julie and thank you.” She half-purred, pulling his arms tighter around her. “I suppose you’d like to know what you’re here for.”

James took a risk and placed a warm, wet kiss against her swan-like neck. “I think I already know.”

Julie turned in his arms, her eyes dark. “Then let’s get down to business. I have an itch that needs a good scratching.” He leaned up to give her a kiss and she turned her head, then pulled out of his embrace, heading for the balcony. A padded lounge chair had been set up for someone to watch the approaching sunset and Julie sat down, snuggling into the padding and making herself comfortable. Then, she opened her robe, exposing a well-trimmed pussy and in her best stage voice, growled, “Start scratching.”

James knelt and spread her creamy thighs open, letting his fingers rub against her luxuriant skin as he gently kissed his way toward her fragrant pussy. At the first touch of his tongue, she let out a low, throaty moan. He let his tongue sluice down her perfumed cunt lips, enjoying the Elizabeth Arden scent on her stomach and the aroma of lavender soap and pussy juice thick in his nostrils. He sucked each lip into his mouth, laving them with a fat tongue. 

Julie shouted at his ministrations, her hands balled into fists as she felt his tongue exploring her tender parts. “Oh, that’s nice, James. Mmmm, yes.” 

He moved to the other side and sucked the other lip in, giving it the same treatment. She responded with ardor, pushing the robe farther open and cupped her breasts, her manicured fingers slipping around her nipples and giving them gentle, but firm tweaks. James pushed her thick pud back, uncovering her rapidly swelling clit and blowing on it. Julie gasped. He touched his tongue to the tiny bit of flesh, teasingly at first, then with more passion. Her body arched and her pussy quivered under his lips and a river of pussy cream flowed from between those pink lips.

Julie picked up a cell phone that was lying at her elbow and punched in a few numbers. “Uh, hello? … Hi, Nathan. … Oh, yes. He’s right here, between my legs … “ James gave her clit a tug and she nearly shouted into the phone. “God, he’s good, Nathan. He’s the best I’ve ever had … Mmmm, you want me to tell you what he’s doing?” James lengthened his tongue and lanced it into her honey hole. “Oh, Nathan! Jesus Christ, he’s fucking my … unh … my pussy with his … oh, yes … his tongue! Oh, yes, deeper!” He pushed her legs apart and pressed his tongue deeper within her. “OH!” James heard her gasp and added a little suction to his efforts. “Oh, Christ! Nathan! Oh, my God! I’m going to … to … to … OOHH!”

With a great cry of pleasure, Julie Andrews came, her body bucking against his mouth and depositing more and more cream. James lapped up every bit of it and stroked again, bringing her to another series of orgasms, one smaller than the other until like the sun, she was retreating into her house, retiring for the evening. When she’d stopped trembling, he closed her robe and carried her into the bedroom, tucking her in.

“He was fantastic, Nathan. I’d like to have him again next time.” She looked up at him with sleep-bleary eyes and handed him the phone. “Thank you for making an old lady feel good.”




Wicked Game Ch. 11



Nathan met them as they all gathered at the table for dinner. This time, no one groaned at his approach; his speech had adequately reminded them of the reality of their situation. They all sat together, much changed from the people they were days ago and much richer as a result. For some, the change had been financial but for all, the changes had been emotional and life-changing.

“Good evening.”

“Evening, Nathan.”

“Wow, you all very elegant tonight. Any special occasion?”

“No.” James spoke for the group. “We just thought it would be fun.”

“Ah, well, I have some good news for you. Tonight, one of you will receive the tenth scavenger hunt task and my benefactor felt that that would be a milestone for you. So, provided that the tenth task is completed, you will be flown to the Bahamas for a few days of rest, relaxation and for all of you, hopefully some sex.” The group cheered, smiling at each other. Nathan couldn’t help but notice that Ashley seemed distracted. “And speaking about sex, you will be permitted to invite one person to go on the trip with you.”

“Invite someone? I don’t understand.”

“Someone from home, Shane, such as a girlfriend or boyfriend. Maybe your sister or your mother. It’s up to you.” 

Beverly heard Nathan’s words and saw that he had looked at her when he said the word, mother. There was no way in hell that she wanted to invite her mother on this trip. In the last nearly two weeks, she had lost almost fifteen pounds. She was so looking forward to this Bahamas trip so that she could do some shopping. She had no one that she wanted to invite. She stole a glance at James and wondered whom he would invite. “What if we don’t have anyone we want to invite?”

“Then you go alone. There’s nothing that says that you have to invite someone, Beverly. The offer is just out there for anyone who wishes to take it.”

Shane thought for a moment. Once again, he was the third wheel. Everyone else would be paired up, except him. He thought about whom he would like to invite and one name kept popping into his head. Jaime. Since he’d come to grips with his sexuality, he had given a lot of thought to his best friend and their relationship. He’d known Jaime since the first day of school and they’d been dorm mates ever since. Jaime’s room was directly across the hall from his and they spent a lot of time in each other’s company, either clubbing or studying. A couple of times, he had caught Jaime looking at him and wondered if he, too, was gay.

“I have someone I’d like to invite, Nathan.”

“All right. Give me the information and I’ll get to work on the details.”

Shane went off with Nathan, leaving the group to study their menus. James looked at Beverly, feeling a nervousness that he hadn’t felt in a long time. She hadn’t waited for his escort to dinner and even though she’d smiled at him when they were seated, the smile didn’t reach her eyes.

“How about you?”

“Huh?”

James swallowed past the lump in his throat. “Are you going to invite anyone?”

“Don’t have anyone I’d want to invite.”

“Oh.” He watched as she returned her attention to the menu. “Beverly.”

“Hm?”

“Why aren’t you talking to me?”

Beverly released a deep sigh. “I don’t know, James. Maybe I don’t want to get hurt.”

“Beverly, do you really think I’d hurt you?”

His eyes were so sincere but she’d heard of James Weathers before this hunt had started. She knew about his women and about his conquests and she had no wish to be another notch on his bedpost. “Not knowingly.”

“Not at all, Bev.”

“Is that what you said to all those other women?”

James saw the pain in her eyes and didn’t look away. “No. I didn’t say anything to those women.” He cupped her cheek gently. “I never felt this way about any of them.”

“But why me, James? An overweight puff of black woman.”

“I can’t really tell you why it’s you. I can tell you that I don’t see an overweight puff of black woman. I did when I first met you. But you’re different, Beverly. You’re different from any other woman I’ve ever met and it’s not just one thing, it’s a combination of things. It’s your color, it’s your laugh, it’s your smarts … but most of all, it’s what I see in your eyes.”

“And what’s that?” She asked softly.

“Hope.”

Beverly’s heart skipped a beat, especially when he leaned forward and pressed his mouth against hers. Her stomach flopped and a deep liquid warmth spread through her pussy. James broke the kiss and she just gazed at him for a long moment. “Thank you, James. I believe that’s the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me.”

“I’m not saying it to be nice.”

“I know.”

Shane returned, his usual enthusiasm waking everyone at the table. “Well, ladies and gents, are we ready to order?”

*****

Jaime Scott had been listless all day. He wasn’t sure why but he could trace its beginnings to the day that Shane had left on that scavenger hunt. Oh, fuck it! He went to the refrigerator and pulled out another beer. He knew exactly why he felt this way. He missed Shane. After all, Shane was his best friend. Best friend? No, Shane was more than that but he didn’t know what to do about it.

He remembered the first time he’d seen Shane. Jaime had been on assignment for the school’s newspaper, The Clarion, and had to take photos of the new football players. Most of the players were idiots, fresh from big-man-on-campus in their respective high schools, now low-man-on-the-totem-pole in college and resenting it immensely. All they seemed to want to talk about was where to find the easiest girls and which bars were the best. 

Shane had entered the locker room, looking like a lost little boy among the beefier new candidates and offered him the warmest smile and most intelligent interview of the bunch. Jaime was instantly smitten. But Shane was the quarterback and very soon after, became the star quarterback, totally out of his league. 

But much to Jaime’s surprise, Shane had sought him out after noticing him taking pictures of the game and had invited him to the after party. From then on, they were almost inseparable. There was a month or two when Shane had dated Loriann Carswell but that was it. For nearly three years, they were close pals.

What Shane didn’t know was that Jaime was in love with him. In love. He had discovered that just in these last two weeks. He had never had a relationship with a man, but he knew that he wanted to have one with Shane. His cock was hard just thinking about Shane’s naked flesh against his. The only problem was … he didn’t know if Shane was gay or not.

The phone rang, breaking his meditation and he grudgingly answered it. “Hello?”

“Hey, Jaime! It’s Shane!”

Jaime’s heart leapt in his chest. “Hey, Shane, where are you?”

“Lake Tahoe but we’re about to head to the Bahamas.”

“We?”

“That’s a long story, Jai, and I don’t have that much time.”

“So what’d you call for?”

“We’re allowed to bring someone to the Bahamas with us and I want you to come.”

“You want me to come?”

“Yeah, Jaime. Frankly, I couldn’t think of anyone else that I’d want here but you.” Shane’s voice softened. “I’ve really been missing you.”

“I’ve missed you, too, Shane. It just hasn’t been … “

“The same? Yeah, I agree. Listen, Jaime, when you get down here, there’s something I need to talk to you about.”

“About us?”

“Yeah.”

Jaime’s throat dried up. “What is it? Just tell me.”

“No, I want to wait until you get here. I want to see you face-to-face.”

“You’re making me very scared, Shane.”

“Believe me, Jai, I’m petrified myself.” Shane cleared his throat. “Pack enough stuff for three days. Nathan’s gonna talk to you to get everything arranged and I’ll see you when you get here.”

“Okay, Shane.”

“Don’t be too worried about what I want to talk to you about. No matter what happens, we’ll always be friends.”

That statement scared Jaime even more. He swallowed and said, “I hope so.”

*****

“Oh, Megan! You look sick!” Carmela Donato’s exclamation was heard by all the girls working front desk and she was right. Megan’s skin was white and a sheen of perspiration had broken out on her forehead. “What are you doing here?”

“Just wanted to make sure that everything was okay.”

“Everything’s fine, honey. You go back to bed.”

“Okay.” Megan turned to leave, then quickly returned. “Oh, Carmela, can you get me yesterday’s customer report? I’d like to look it over while I recuperate.”

“Sure. Can you watch the desk for a minute?”

“Yes, just please hurry.”

While Carmela went to fetch the report, Megan pulled the card key drawer open, found the key for room 510 and tucked it into her pocket. A moment later, her friend returned with a sheaf of green bar papers. “Here you go.”

“Thanks and tell Doris that I’ll talk to her tomorrow.”

“No problem. Get well!”

Megan nodded, holding the reports tightly as she fingered the stolen card key in her pocket, visions of her reward from Matthew dancing in her mind.

*****

At the end of supper, Nathan appeared with an envelope and everyone held their breaths as he gestured for Shane to join him. “First, I wanted to tell you that all the preparations for your friend have been made. Once you complete the task, I’ll have the ticket issued and inform him of the flight times.”

“Thank you.”

“And now, the task.”

Shane opened the envelope and read the printed content. “By now, you should have had a nice dinner and are ready to accomplish your tenth task on the scavenger hunt. The tenth task is to have sex with a hooker of Nathan’s choice. Simple task? No. Shane must be chosen to accomplish this. The reward will be $5,000 dollars, with $2,000 for the non-participants. The proof required is an ass full of cum. The proof must be shown to Nathan. If you follow the instructions, you will receive the money upon completion.”

Shane looked up from his reading. “A hooker of your choice?” Nathan nodded. “What does that mean?”

“That means that I get to choose who you screw.”

“That doesn’t sound fair.”

Nathan just smiled. “Are you saying that you don’t trust me, Mr. Kingsley? I’m so disappointed.”

“Uh, no. I trust you, Nathan, you know that.”

“But?”

“But in light of my recent … er, situation … “

“Ah, I see. You’re concerned that you’ll have to perform with a woman.” Nathan tucked the discarded invitation back into his jacket pocket. “Who said it was a woman?”

Shane perked up at that. “Then what … “

Nathan put his arm around Shane’s shoulders. “Buy me a drink and I’ll fill you in.”

The cocktail lounge was filled with people, mostly women dressed alluringly in short dresses or mini skirts and either dancing or mingling with others. Nathan went directly to the bar and found two seats on the far side and ordered two apple martinis. Shane had never had one before but he didn’t want to anger Nathan. After all, he was making the choice so Shane decided to check out the clientele.

“So, what do you think?”

“L-Looks good.” Shane accepted his drink from Nathan and took a sip. 

“Picked anyone out?”

“No. I thought you were going to make the choice.”

“I am. I just thought you might have scoped someone out.”

“Naw.”

Nathan nodded. “There are an awful lot of good-looking ladies here … “

“Nathan, you said … “

“I know what I said.” Nathan chuckled. “Just messing with you.”

“Um, excuse me.” Shane turned, smiling into the eyes of a gorgeous Spanish woman, holding a ten dollar bill. “Could you get the bartender’s attention for me?”

“Uh, sure.” Shane gestured to the bartender and watched as the woman ordered a mojito. “That’s interesting.”

“What?”

“Your drink. Not too many people order that.”

“I can’t help it. I’m from Cuba and it makes me think of home.”

“I see.” Shane leaned back to talk to Nathan and found him gone. 

“Your friend left. May I sit down?”

“Uh, sure.”

“I’ll give up the seat when he gets back, if that’s what you’re worried about.”

“Uh, no. That’s not necessary. You’re a lady and ladies get to sit. I’ll give him my chair.”

The woman laughed. “Is he a lady?”

“No, but he’s older than me.”

Her dark eyes sparkled. “I see chivalry is not dead with you.”

“Not at all.” He smiled. “I’m Shane.”

“I’m Rosalinda.”

“Nice to meet you.”

“Nice to meet you, too.”

The conversation continued over the next hour. Shane was aware that Nathan hadn’t returned during the first twenty minutes but after that, his attention was taken by Rosalinda. She was very witty and he so enjoyed laughter to ruminating on Jaime’s visit, worrying about its outcome. She bought the second round and they enjoyed the drinks, talking and laughing.

“Shane?”

“Yes?”

“Do you have a room here?”

“Yes.”
 “Would you mind if we went up there? It’s awfully loud down here.”

“Sure. Let’s order a drink and take it up.”

“Okay.”

Once upstairs, Rosalinda sat on the bed and gave him a smile. “You seem like a nice man, Shane.”

“I am. Why, is there a problem?”

“No.” She pushed her shoes off, scooting backwards to sit at the headboard. “I think you’re really cute. But I have to be honest with you.”

“Yes?” Shane shucked off his shoes and sat down on the bed also. He had complained to Nathan about a female selection but he was captivated by this woman. She was beautiful in an exotic way but there was something about her … something that he couldn’t put a finger on, but something he wanted to explore. Nathan had never returned; he could only hope that she was his choice.

“I’m a … “ Rosalinda looked down into her drink. “I’m a … “

“Prostitute?”

Her face pinwheeled from surprise to relief. “Yes, but I’m very fastidious about my partners and I always use condoms.”

“That’s nice to know.”

She looked up at him. “Are you okay with that?”

“Yes.” He touched her cheek. “Did Nathan ‘arrange’ you for me?”

Rosalinda’s smile was genuine. “I’m not supposed to tell, but yes.”

“Good. If Nathan trusts you, I trust you.”

Rosalinda set her drink down and moved closer to him. “Nathan is a sweet man. He said that you might like me so … I won’t charge you.”

“That’s all right.” Shane whispered, touching his lips to her teasingly. “I’ll pay you.”

Rosalinda threw her arms around his neck, pulling him close and pressing her coral lips onto his. He responded avidly, his tongue slipping through and tangling with hers. She moaned into his mouth and he shivered, feeling the buzz crawl down his spine and into his hardening cock. When her hand closed over his crotch, his groaned so loudly that she giggled. “Mmm, feels like something down here wants a little attention.”

“Oh, yeah.” He whispered against her mouth, opening his legs to allow her easier access. “How about you?”

Rosalinda took his hand and placed it on her thigh. Shane hummed in contentment as he slid his hand up her stockinged leg, pausing at her hip and running his fingers under the edges of her panties. She whimpered. He let his hand move farther down and … a penis?!?

“Holy shit!”

Shane just stared at the gorgeous woman, his mouth hanging open. She sat huddled against the headboard, her dark eyes filled with fear, then jumped out of the bed, heading for the door.

“WAIT!”

Rosalinda paused at the door, trembling in fear. “I’m sorry!”

“No, Rosa, I’m sorry. Please.” He kept his distance from her. “I just … I didn’t know.” Tears sparkled on her eyelashes. “I’ve never been with anyone like you.”

Her laugh was forced and nervous. “That’s all right.” Rosalinda opened the door. “I’ll see you later.”

“No, Rosalinda.” Shane grabbed her hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. “Please. Be my first.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.” He moved closer, pulling her into his arms. “The thought of you having a penis was a surprise but I’m so hard right now ... ”

He felt her hand move down and give him a squeeze. “Mmm, I see.”

“Will you stay?”

“Will you fuck me?”

Shane chuckled. “That’s a stupid question.”

“Then, I’ll stay.”

Shane pushed the purse off her shoulder, locked the door and wrapped her in his passionate embrace, kissing her deeply. Her small tongue sought to conquer his, tracing the ridges of his teeth and the contours of his lips. He smiled, pushing her back onto the bed and grasping her penis with sure and steady hand. She moaned, pressing against his palm and he pulled her panties down, taking her six-inch cock into his hand and stroking it. Without a second thought, he moved down and took her meat into his mouth, groaning over the sweet scent of her musk and the taste of her pre-cum.

“Oh, yes.” While Shane sucked her prick, she unbuttoned her dress, spreading it open and rubbing her nipples. “Oh, Shane. God, yes, suck my cock.” His tongue slid down its length, laving the soft skin and nipping the edges of the crown. She gasped, a tremble snaking through her body. Shane released her flesh and bit and licked the insides of her silky thighs, driving her crazy with passion.

Rosalinda’s tiny hands stripped him of his clothes and she pulled him down, her cock rubbing against his, spreading sticky juice onto their stomachs and her tongue over his lips. He bent down and took one of her nipples into his mouth, biting down on it and drawing a loud moan from her, his hand stroking her tool. “Turn over.”

Shane took the lube from her hand and squeezed a bit onto her pucker, using a finger to work it in. Rosalinda growled, pushing back and taking his finger up to the knuckle. “Come on, Shane. Quit teasing me. Put that goddamned chunk of meat in me!”

“Is this what you want?” Shane rubbed the fat head of his cock against her slick hole and she answered with a deep moan. He pressed in, closing his eyes and relishing that first feeling of his cock head being squeezed into a tight ass and sliding into its hot canal. He groaned, his hands on her hips as she pushed back into him.

“Oh, yes!”

He gave her a stroke, teasing them both into shudders of excitement, then moved again, finding a steady rhythm that had both breathless. Rosalinda was so beautiful, her sensual dark eyes heavy-lidded and her lips parted, pink tip of tongue just visible as she turned her head to share a lusty look. He pulled out, turned her onto her back and leaned down for a deep kiss, letting his cock find and slowly enter her again. Her entire body trembled and she whimpered with each stroke, her prick straining sandwiched between them.

“Oh, Rosa, you feel so good.”

“So do you.” She murmured against his mouth. “So nice and hard.” She gave a tiny gasp as the head of his cock found her special spot. “Oh, yes! Do that again!” He did, angling his hips just so and scraping her prostate. “Oh, God! You’re going to make me … “ Her gasp and the rippling of her anal walls around him signaled her orgasm, along with warm spurts of cum that greased the flesh between them. Shane tried to hold back, but the feeling of her squeezing his prick sent him over the edge. In the spanse of mere seconds, he felt his cock enlarge then explode, sparks lighting behind his eyes as he pumped her sweet ass with his cum. 

Rosalinda welcomed him into the circle of her arms and they lay together for several minutes, panting together and basking in the afterglow of hot sex. She groaned softly as his penis slipped out of her ass. A knock at the door meant that their time was over and Shane arose, yanked on a pair of shorts and admitted the driver.

“Am I too early?”

“No.” Shane shook his head, watching as Nathan bent and peered between Rosalinda’s open legs, pushing a finger into her cum-laden anal canal and sticking the finger into his mouth, sucking it clean. 

“Looks like I need to make a call. See you downstairs, Mr. Kingsley.”

Shane closed the door behind Nathan and turned to Rosalinda who had arisen, reaching for her clothes. “Want to take a shower with me?”

Rosalinda just smiled. 



Wicked Game Ch. 12



Shane checked his watch for the fifth time and shaded his eyes against the sun as a tiny black dot in the sky descended and became a small airplane. Jaime. The Piper Cub taxied to a halt and as the small doorway opened and the ladder put into place, Shane tried to calm his pounding heart as Jaime Scott jumped onto the tarmac.

Jaime was still overwhelmed by the flight. He had never flown on such a small plane and to be allowed to sit in the cockpit for part of the flight was just phenomenal to him. Now, he felt his earlier nerves return. The nerves he’d had yesterday when he’d carefully chosen a wardrobe that he thought Shane would like. The nerves he’d had last night when he’d carefully shaved most of his body, hoping that Shane would like it. And the nerves he now had as he saw Shane’s eyes and wondered if his heart was in them.

“Hey!” Shane grabbed his best friend in a masculine embrace, softening the contact at the end when he pulled back. Jaime’s trademark black hair fell to his shoulders in shiny waves and curls, framing his square-jawed face and blue-green eyes. But despite the beauty of his face, Shane found himself staring at Jaime’s lips. “How are you?”

“Fine. How about you? Having a good time?”

“Yeah. It’s been … interesting.”

“I see.” Jaime took his bag from the pilot with thanks and followed Shane to the limousine that waited them. Gone was the easy play, the comfortable manner that they’d always had and in its stead was tension and uncertainty. For three years, Shane had been his confidant, the only person that had ever taken the time to listen to his hopes and dreams and the only person that cared enough to make sure they were accomplished, or at least heading that way. Was he about to lose that? “So what’s going on?”

Shane was having a hard time sitting so close to Jaime. He knew what lay beneath the baby blue Polo shirt and khaki shorts that he was wearing. Jaime had a magnificent body, a little on the thin side, but sculpted from his weightlifting obsession. Shane had noticed more than once the large rose-colored nipples and the thin dark line of hair that led to his heavy cock and balls. “I’m not quite sure where to begin … “

The limo ride took 22 minutes and it took another 15 minutes to get into Jaime’s room. In that time, Shane filled him in on the details of the scavenger hunt, ending with his transsexual encounter the night before. Jaime just stared at him, wondering who the hell this person was. “So you’re gay now?”

“No. I was always gay. I just never … acknowledged it.”

“What’s going to happen when you go back to school? The coach isn’t going to like that.”

“I don’t know. I haven’t thought that far yet.”

“Jesus, Shane! In one fell swoop, you’ve just ruined your life and your sports career!”

“Is that what you think?” Shane’s eyes bored into Jaime’s. “Do you really think that I’ve ruined my life?”

Jaime had the feeling that Shane was really asking him something else. “Yes.”

“Oh, so I should just go around the rest of my life, denying my true feelings?”

Again, that feeling. What was he saying? Jaime’s cock twitched and his nipples hardened. “No, I don’t think you should deny your feelings.”

“Okay.” For a breathtaking second, the entire world stopped. Shane’s lips were on Jaime’s and his hot tongue was pressing into his mouth, wet and demanding. Jaime was too stunned to respond and stiffened. Abject disappointment filled Shane when he pulled back. “I’m sorry.” He muttered, standing quickly. “I’ll see you later.”

Shane was gone before Jaime had a chance to regain his senses and beg him to stay. He was still stunned at not only his friend’s actions, but at the intensity of feelings that had accompanied the contact. Who would ever have thought that a kiss, a mere kiss could evoke such feeling? Now that he knew where he stood with Shane, he could focus on building this relationship into something they couldn’t forget.

*****

Ashley grinned at Kelly Jo and Kevin as she stood in their bedroom. “So we’re going to hit the beach?”

“Absolutely. Let’s have some drinks and enjoy rubbing suntan oil on each other.”

“Okay. Let me get my bathing suit.”

“Hurry up!”

Ashley laughed and stepped out into the hallway. What a wonderful place this was! Miles of crystalline sand lay waiting for them, the sky was deep blue and the water was a tint of teal that she’d never seen before. It was all so beautiful. And now, she was going to lay on that beautiful beach with her lover and her brother … Kevin. She had been thinking about him more and more. Their relationship had been steadily changing in the last few days. He had started talking to her and always included her in any activity that he and Kelly Jo did. The only thing they hadn’t shared was sex. She hoped that that wasn’t far off …

She used the card key to enter her room and was surprised to see a young woman sitting on her bed. “Um, what are you doing in my room?”

“Megan and I just came to visit.” Matthew closed the door, quickly stepping behind her and clamping a hand over her mouth before she had a chance to scream. “I promised you to Megan as a gift.”

Megan arose from the bed, a dark bottle and a square of gauze in her hand. “Lights out, little one. When you awake, we’ll have some fun.”

The acrid scent of chloroform filled Ashley’s nostrils and everything went black.

*****

Mmmmmm …

Kevin’s hands felt heavenly, the broad fingers sliding over her flesh and rubbing the fragrant oil into her skin. His hands moved solidly across her back, roaming lower until he met the firm globes of Kelly Jo’s ass. She felt his gentle fingers maneuver downward, kneading the thick muscles, then slide into her oil-laden crack, finding her super-sensitive asshole and teasing it with circular strokes. She bit her finger to keep from moaning aloud at poolside. Kevin’s hot breath in her ear was enough to trigger an orgasm and her sphincter muscles gripped the tip of his finger.

“Mmm, that’s sweet, Kel. Do you know how much it’s taking me not to spread your legs and suck you right here?”

“Yes.” Kelly Jo gasped, shuddering as his fingers moved lower, dipping into her bubbling cauldron and finding the pussy juice hot and steaming. “I feel the same.”

Kevin raised his fingers to his mouth and gave them a long, satisfying suck. “We could always go back upstairs … “

“I already thought about that.” Kelly Jo sighed. “But we can’t fuck all day. I’ll be sore.”

“I know.” His husky whisper sent chills down her spine. “But I can lick all day.”

She grinned. “I bet you could.”

“Want to try me?”

“Maybe a little later. We have to wait for Ashley.” Kelly Jo turned sideways, gazing into her brother’s eyes. “Kevin, I know that you said that you could share me with her but … do you think you could love her?”

“Love her? What do you mean?”

“You know what I mean, Kev.” Kelly Jo touched his hand. “Could you make love to her like you make love to me?”

Kevin thought about it for a long moment. He knew what his answer would be because he’d thought about the question long before Kelly Jo had given it life. He could easily fall in love with Ashley. Maybe he already had. He looked forward to seeing her bright but shy smile and he so loved what he saw in her eyes when she looked at Kelly Jo. Lately, he’d been imagining sex with both of them, having two lovely bodies to ravish, two hearts to hold in his hands.

“Yes.” He said softly. “I could.”

Kelly Jo just looked at him for several moments. “You already like her, don’t you?”

Before he could answer, Nathan came by, admiring Kelly Jo’s bikini-clad body. “Just wanted to tell you that our benefactor has arranged for a special dinner this evening. Eight o’clock, in the Crystal Dining Room. Tell Ashley, will you?”

“Sure.” Kevin smiled, returning to his duty of oiling his sister’s nubile body up as Nathan departed.

“I wonder where she is.”

“Probably taking a nap. You wore her out last night.”

Kelly Jo grinned. “I can’t help it, Kev. I really love that girl. That’s why I asked about your feelings.”

Kevin gave his fingers a quick dip into her asshole again, licking his lips at her body’s reaction. “I could love her, Kel. As long as I could always love you, I could love her, too.”

*****

The sun’s shadows were long as they streaked the floor, Ashley noticed as she struggled awake. Her body ached and as her tongue brushed against the dry cloth gagging her mouth, her memory returned with a vicious swiftness, along with a smarting slap from the glassy-eyed girl who she knew as Megan. Her grin sent chills coursing down her spine and her heart painfully hammered in her chest when Matthew strode into her line of vision.

“Hello, Ashley. Long time no see.” Matthew smiled at the tears that filled his wife’s eyes. “Aw, look, Megan. She’s so happy to see me that she’s crying.”

A naked Ashley moaned in despair, wriggling her hands which were secured behind his back. “Please.” She pleaded, the word muffled against the gag.

“She said, please. Maybe she wants you already.”

Matthew smiled into Megan’s eyes. “You are so perfect, dear Megan. I wish I’d met you before I met this bitch.” He punctuated the last word with a nasty smack on her exposed ass. 

“I wish you had, too.”

“You’re still willing to become my toy?”

“Oh, yes!”

“And my wife?”

“Absolutely!”

“Good. Then she’s all that stands in our way, pet. We can kill her, dispose of her body and you can move into my house and take her place.” Megan’s eyes shone with power and lust. “Think you can help me do that?”

“Anything you want, master.”

Matthew pulled Megan to him and crushed her lips under his, drawing a healthy amount of blood, which she obediently licked away, a dazed smile spreading her features. “Good. Then I think we should begin.”

“Yes, master.”

“What do you think we should do first?”

“I think you should fuck her.” Megan moved around behind her, observing the way that Matthew had hog-tied the woman and reached between her legs to give her ruby-red pussy lips a tender stroke. Ashley tried to wriggle away but couldn’t move. “No, wait, master. I think you should baptize her first. After all, it has been awhile since she drank your precious cum.”

A wicked grin split Matthew’s face. “Yes, I think you’re right. Oh, Megan, once again, you are so perfect!”

“May I have the honor of preparing your fountain?”

“You may indeed, lovely girl.”

Megan dropped to her knees and unzipped his pants, cupping his balls as she pulled his half-hard cock out of his pants and began to lovingly apply her warm, wet tongue to it. She loved the tangy smell of his unwashed skin, the acidity of his flesh and the roughness of his shaved pubes rubbing her slobber-covered chin and lips raw. She didn’t care about the pain it caused or the discomfort that she had to suffer through. She only saw the perfection of her actions in his dark eyes. 

The first time he’d taken her in Tahoe, she’d cum, even though she cried. She had cried for the loss of her virginity and for the violence of the action. He had rested for awhile, then began his assault anew. He pinched her nipples and chewed on them until they were bright red and nearly bleeding. He left bite marks all over her body; deep, livid marks that made it clear that she belonged to him. Then, he did something that no one else had done. He had worshipped her.

His hot, furtive words assailed her ears and she heard things that she’d never heard before. Matthew told her how he was going to fuck her; how he was going to shove his hard cock into her tight pussy and slam into her until she was crying. He started by putting his mouth on her ravaged cunt and snaked his tongue between her tender lips, dipping into her bloody maw. She immediately forgot the pain. The sensation of pleasure was so strong that she passed out the first time she came on the tip of his tongue.

And Megan never forgot that. When he’d released her, she was convinced that she was in love. She took the pills he offered and allowed her to fuck her in any orifice and drank his cum whenever he wanted. He proclaimed her as being perfect. That’s why she was on her knees, looking up into his face and giving his smooth-veined, fat-crowned cock the licking of its life.

“Oh, Megan, my pet, you’re gonna make me cum too quickly.”

Megan moved, pulling Matthew forward by his penis so that they were directly in front of Ashley’s bound body, then slowly took her master’s prick into her throat, inch by maddening inch. Matthew groaned, his body shaking as he silently cursed her for knowing what he liked and what would set him off.

“Oh, God … YES!”

Ashley didn’t have a second to scream. Matthew’s red-hot prick was shoved into her mouth and Megan’s fingers pinched her nose shut so that she had to swallow. The smell and taste of cum brought her bile to her throat and she fought the urge to vomit. The sight of Matthew’s face as he achieved his orgasm was vile enough without having to drink his foul essence. She tried to cough but Megan wouldn’t let her. Finally, Matthew was done, his cum spent, now curdling in her stomach and Megan arose to be blessed with his gentle kiss.

“That was the first time I ever did that for you.”

Matthew licked his lips, trembling as Megan led him to the other bed. “It won’t be the last.”

Ashley turned her head and threw up, the taste of her husband in her mouth and the fire of hope quickly dying in her soul.

*****

The theme was a beach party in the old-fashioned style of the James Bond movie, Thunderball. Ladies were asked to wear floral dresses and the men to wear linen pants and floral cotton shirts. A stack of straw hats perched on a welcoming table along with sets of Ray-Ban Wayfarers and hand-woven sandals. 

Beverly had gone shopping. She had to. She had lost two dress sizes and nothing she had brought fit her any longer. She took special time to fashion her hair and apply just a bit of makeup because she had a feeling that things were going to ramp up with James. She was over her fear of being hurt. She came to the conclusion that if she didn’t take a chance, she might never be able to rid herself of her dreaded virginity and experience a night of passion with an experienced man. She wanted to be able to say that she had tasted love, if even for a fleeting moment. She wanted James to be her first.

She was almost done when there was a knock at her door and she opened it to find James, holding a beautiful white lily. “Hi.”

“You look fantastic.” James complimented with a smile.

“And you brought the finishing touch.” As he watched, Beverly took the lily snapped a good length of its stem off and tucked it into the corner of her black waves. “Thank you.”

“I … I, uh, came to see if you’d like to go down to dinner with me.”

“Nope.” She turned her back on him, retrieving her purse from the side table. “But I will go as your date.”

James felt like he’d won the lottery. He reached for her hand and pressed a kiss to the back of it, then tucked it in the corner of his arm.

*****

Shane was already downstairs but had decided to take a walk on the beach to clear his head. His whole world was in a shambles. Not only had he embarrassed himself with the man whom had been his friend for what seemed like forever but now Jaime would return to the college and tell everyone about his sexual preference. His hope of a professional sports career would be over … all in one fell swoop.

How could I have been so stupid? Did he misread the signs? Put too much hope in his feelings? He sat down in the sand, sandals hanging from his fingers as he watched the last pale fingers of sunset stroke the night sky. What would his future be like now? Another college? That might work, but he’d never be able to play football there. The rumors would surely follow him but he could at least finish his schooling.

“I wondered where you were.”

The sound of Jaime’s soft voice made his skin tingle and Shane took a deep breath, fighting to keep the sudden prick of tears from becoming liquid. “I just came out to enjoy the sunset.”

“Alone?”

“Why not?”

“Because I would have joined you.”

“Jaime … “

“No. You left without giving me a chance to talk so now it’s my turn.” Jaime watched the change on Shane’s face and reached deep within himself for his courage. This is your chance to let him know how you feel. He heard the little voice in his head and quivered under its honesty. “Do you have any idea of how long I’ve loved you?” The despair drained from Shane’s face, leaving an expression of incredulity. “How long I’ve watched your games and ached to be the one you shared your ups and downs with? You’ve always included me in your life, but I wanted to be in your bed.”

“Jaime, I didn’t know … “

“Of course you didn’t because you didn’t wait to hear what my feelings were before you went tearing off, you asshole!” Jaime took a breath, trying to calm his anger. “When you kissed me, I didn’t know what to do. My heart was about to burst out of my chest and I felt like I couldn’t move, like I was numb because all I could feel was the touch of your lips on mine.” The intensity of the moment started to get to him, making his voice warble with emotion. “I had dreamed about kissing you for so long that I didn’t know how to react when you did it.”

Shane arose, his sun-burnished hair lifted by the same gentle breeze that blew Jaime’s dark locks into his face. He raised a hand and pushed the soft hair away from Jaime’s mouth, leaning in and settling his lips on Jaime’s.

The instant their lips touched, Shane sensed a change in the shorter man. Jaime’s dark pink lips opened and his tongue sought out Shane’s, alternately entangling and caressing the soft insides of his mouth. His arms slid around his best friend, pulling him closer and Jaime moaned against his mouth, feeling a bolt of lightning streak through him as their hard, clothes-encased pricks rubbed together.

“I want you, Jaime.” Shane’s football-callused fingers slid softly across Jaime’s lips, tracing the tender contours with the care of a lover. “I’ve never wanted you more than anything in my life.”

Jaime’s eyes filled with tears. “I’ve been so lonely without you, Shane. When you first called, I thought … “

“You thought wrong. Nothing would make me happier than to give you my heart.” Shane kissed him again, losing himself in the warmth of Jaime’s wet mouth. “Because I am so in love with you … I … “

Jaime’s soft words touched him like nothing else ever had. “You already have my heart, Shane.” His arms squeezed the muscular quarterback to him, nuzzling his neck as tears streaked his cheeks. “I so don’t want anyone else.”

“Neither do I.”

Facing the remainder of the Bahamian sunset, Shane Kingsley and Jaime Scott pledged their love to each other and took ownership of a future that neither thought they’d ever have the pleasure of seeing.

*****

Kelly Jo knocked at Ashley’s door for the third time in the last few hours and received no answer. Her phone calls had rung unheard as well and a nagging suspicion in the back of her head was giving her nerves. Ashley would never have remained incommunicado like this. Perhaps she had become upset over the closeness of Kevin and her and had left but Kelly Jo didn’t think so. And since they’d seen her husband at the Tahoe resort, she was certain that Ashley had been waylaid.

“Nathan?”

The handsome driver turned to her, his uniform traded in for a linen vest, cuffed linen pants and a straw hat. He sipped from a glass topped with a pink umbrella and smacked his lips in satisfaction. “Yes, Kelly Jo. Why aren’t you dressed?”

“I haven’t seen Ashley since this morning and I’m worried.”

“Why?”

“We saw Matthew in Tahoe and I’m worried that he might have followed us here.”




Wicked Game Ch. 13



"Dinner has been canceled."

Shane stared at the young woman as they stood outside the dining room. "Are you sure?"

"Yes. It has been rescheduled until tomorrow evening but you are allowed to order whatever you like from the regular dining room or the room service menu at your host's expense."

"Wow! That's nice!" Jaime exclaimed but Shane wasn't so happy. He wondered where the others in his party were and why he felt left out. James and Beverly were the first to arrive, their faces grim and drawn.

"All right. What's going on?"

Beverly's face crumbled into a mass of tears and she turned into James' body, her soft sobs wrenching her body with pain. Since she couldn't find the words to speak, James opted to talk with the young man. "Matthew kidnapped Ashley."

"What? Where are they?"

"She's safe now, Shane."

"Why didn't anyone come and get me?"

"Because you were on the beach and we had to act fast." James saw the anger in Shane's face and gave him a pat on the back. "We're just waiting for the cops to arrive, then we'll all have dinner."

"We just went to the dining room and the hostess told us that the dinner's been canceled until tomorrow."

"Oh." James looked from Jaime to the hostess who was arranging her charts. "Well, I guess we're on our own."

"She also said that our 'host' said that we could have dinner in the regular dining room or that we could order whatever we wanted from room service at his expense."

"Really?" James turned to Beverly, who was wiping her tears away. "Did you hear that, honey? Would you like to go to dinner?"

Beverly nodded. "Yes, James."

James smiled at her and caught her face, so that she could see his eyes. "Are you sure, honey?"

"Yes. I don't want to go to bed just yet."

"Okay." He turned to Shane with a gentlemanly smile. "You guys want to join us?"

Shane looked at Jaime and felt the tiny squeeze on their intertwined hands. "Naw. I think we're going to order room service. No offense."

"No problem." James said. "Have a nice night."

Beverly moved towards Shane and gave him a long hug. "I hope your dream comes true."

Shane gave her another hard hug and parted from her, cupping her cheek in her hand. "I love you, Beverly."

Her brown face lit up and she returned his gesture, stroking his downy cheek. "I love you, too, Shane." Shane leaned forward and pressed a kiss to her rubescent lips. "Good night."

"'Night."

Jaime watched the hefty black woman and the trim older man walk away, amazed at the connection that he saw between his New England-raised quarterback and an obviously Southern black woman. "Do you really love her?"

"Yes." Shane said the word without shame, knowing that Beverly would be a part of his life for as long as he lived.

"That's nice, Shane. It's so different for you."

"Is that a problem?"

"No." Jaime looked at his best friend, seeing him in a new light. "Not at all."

"So... " Shane looked down into Jaime's dark eyes. "How about some room service?"

Kevin held Kelly Jo close as they sat in the room, listening to the sounds of Ashley bathing. She had returned from her room and told them what had happened. Matthew was pronounced dead at the hospital. Megan had been reported missing and was taken into custody immediately. Before the deputies took her away, the girl had given Ashley a hug and whispered, "Thank you." The detectives questioned her for a half-hour and she calmly answered all of their questions, posed for all the pictures they needed to take of her wounds and escorted her to her room.

She phoned Kelly Jo's room as soon as they'd left and she and Kevin had come racing over, only to find her undressed and preparing a bath. Kelly Jo let out a wail and Kevin shouted a curse when they saw the marks all over her body. She had accepted their embraces with tears of her own, assuring them that she was all right, that she just wanted to have a nice hot bath, relax and have dinner in the room with them. Shane, Jaime, Beverly and James had each either come by or called to express their concern for her and her heart was overflowing with love for her teammates.

Kelly Jo heard a noise and turned toward her brother, both amazed and disturbed to hear him sobbing. "Kevin."

Kevin couldn't help it. He had tried not to let Ashley's outer appearance bother him, but his soft heart cried out with her pain. And to see the look in her eyes... detached and distant... the sight made him ache inside. He would never have thought that in such a short period of time that he would come to care about Ashley as much as he had. He had already resigned himself to the fact that he would have to share his precious Kelly Jo but to see Ashley, walking out of that hellhole, so proud... so confident... he knew that he was in love with her, just as deeply as Kelly Jo was.

"What's wrong, bro?"

"Ashley." The pain cut through his tender soul. In his mind's eye, he saw the bite marks on her breasts and legs and he imagined what it must have been like for her, to be at the hands of an insane person, formerly known as your husband. But she was so calm... almost as if it had never happened.

Kelly Jo carefully watched her brother's reaction, wondering what was going on in the depths of his soul. "She's safe, Kevin."

"I know." He whimpered, wiping his eyes and desperately trying to stop his tears. "But... oh, Kel!"

He crumbled into a bawling heap, his shoulders across her lap. Kelly Jo just stroked his hair, gently talking to him. She had always known that her brother had a soft heart but this... "She's a strong girl, Kevin."

"But it's so unfair, Kelly Jo! We've always had a wonderful life and Ashley's had nothing but shit."

"We can change that, Kevin." Her voice was so soft that Kevin nearly didn't hear her over his weeping. "We can change her future forever."

The bathroom door opened and Ashley came out, swathed in a fluffy robe, her dark hair wet on her shoulders. She grabbed a brush off the side table and began to comb her hair, sitting on the bed across from Kevin and Kelly Jo. She paused in mid-stroke when she noticed that Kevin was crying.

"Kevin? What's wrong?"

Words seemed to escape him at that moment and he buried his face into Kelly Jo's lap again, sobbing anew. Kelly Jo stroked his back again, scrubbing the back of her hand against her own eyes. "He's upset about what happened to you."

"Oh." Ashley was stunned for a moment. She set the brush down and knelt at Kevin's side. "Kevin. Kevin, I'm all right."

"How can you be?" He raised his head, his reddened eyes piercing hers. "I saw what he did to you."

"I'm okay because I knew, no matter what he did, that I'd tasted love and I would have died happy." Ashley touched his face, wiping his tears away. "I couldn't have asked for more than that."

"Yes, you could." Kevin said breathlessly, noticing the golden flakes swimming in the irises of her eyes. He raised a hand to gently stroke the line of her jaw and noticed the blush that spread across the soft skin. "You can ask for more than that."

The breath caught in Ashley's throat as she realized what he was saying. She looked up into Kelly Jo's eyes and saw tears of joy falling across her tremulous lips. "How about I start with dinner?"

"Whatever you want, Ashley." Kevin released her chin and arose, heading for the phone and the room service menu.

Kelly Jo bent and pressed her mouth to Ashley's, nearly swooning when she felt her soft tongue sliding along her bottom lip and across her teeth and tongue. "I'm dreaming, right?"

"Not at all, pretty girl." Kelly Jo answered Ashley's whisper. "And if you are, it's the dream of a lifetime."

It wasn't fair.

Shane Kingsley's body just wasn't fair.

No one could be that perfectly sculpted unless he was fashioned of cold, veinless marble but Shane was. His build was on the slight side but daily workouts had filled out his frame and made him the envy of most of the girls on campus. But now... within the reach of his fingertips, every inch of Shane Kingsley was soon to belong to him.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing."

Shane watched Jaime's olive skin flush and smiled, shoving several cocktail-sauced shrimp into his mouth. They had ordered dinner from the room service menu and spread it out on the king-sized bed. Cold jumbo shrimp, roast beef sandwiches, German potato salad and apple crumb pie for dessert. Shane had taken off his shirt to be more comfortable and noticed that Jaime's attention was on his six-pack and that his friend was having problems eating without choking every few bites.

There was a knock on the door and Shane got up to open it, shaking his head with a knowing smile as Nathan stepped in. "Good evening, gentlemen."

"Hello." Jaime said, feeling embarrassed and looking to Shane for help.

"Jaime, this is Nathan, our cruise director." Nathan grinned. "Nathan, this is my very best friend, Jaime Scott."

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Scott." The driver then turned to Shane, tugging an envelope from his jacket pocket. "For you, Mr. Kingsley."

"I thought we were on vacation."

"Well, I guess our benefactor has changed his mind. Stakes are higher, though."

"Oh, really?"

"Yes. Everything remains the same, except that there will only be one more task after this one."

"And then what?"

"It's done and you find out if you qualify for the grand prize."

"And what's that?"

"I haven't been informed of that yet." Nathan placed the envelope in Shane's hand. "I'll see you later, Mr. Kingsley."

"Thanks, Nathan."

Shane shut the door and sat back down on the bed next to Jaime. "So what's this?"

"A task for the scavenger hunt." Shane split the dark paper, sliding the sheaf out. "But this one's a little different."

"Why's that?"

"It's addressed to me. The others were just labeled as tasks."

"Well, read it."

Shane unfolded the letter and read aloud. "You and the other six members of your scavenger hunt team have proven to be perfection. This is your final task; an individual task chosen just for you. Your task, task number eleven, is to make love to... "Shane's voice cracked slightly and Jaime's dark eyes met his, imploring. "Is to make love to your best friend, Jaime Scott." Jaime gasped. "The reward will be $10,000 dollars for each of you. Neither penetration nor proof will be required. It is possible that you could lie to Nathan but your past efforts have proven your trustworthiness. And the fact that you are in love with Mr. Scott will ensure completion. Enjoy your evening." Shane felt his heart leap as he set the envelope down on the bed, his eyes swinging over to Jaime.

"Wow." Jaime breathed. "Ten thousand dollars!"

"Is that all you're thinking about?"

Jaime thought a moment. This was it. There was nothing that stood between them. For the last few hours, they'd been tiptoeing around their feelings, stealing quick kisses but fearful of really opening up to each other. He'd known Shane for so long that he was afraid. He didn't want to ruin a beautiful friendship for a piece of ass. But somehow... somehow, he just knew that this was meant to be. "No." He reached out and touched Shane's soft cheek. "I was thinking about how we could use that for an apartment together." His eyes met Shane's. "Is it true?"

"Is what true?" Shane's eyes dropped to the moist contours of Jaime's mouth, thinking about their kiss on the beach and aching to replay that moment again.

"Are you in love with me?"

Shane hadn't wanted to tell him that. He didn't want Jaime to use him because of that but it was true. He was head-over-heels in love with him. A shudder went through him from head to toe as he realized the words that he had wanted to say for nearly three years were about to cross his lips. "Yes, Jaime. I love you."

That was all Jaime needed to hear. While he had been physically attracted to Shane, he wanted to make sure that this wouldn't be just a wham-bam-thank-you-man session. He wanted to be with Shane forever. He pulled himself onto his knees and knelt in front of him, gazing into his face and memorizing each line. "I love you, too."

Shane felt like he was moving in slow motion, like he was outside of his body, watching himself reach out and pull Jaime against him, pushing his open mouth onto Jaime's and experiencing a rush of adrenalin when Jaime's tongue touched his and his moan reverberated through them both. The world seemed to revolve around their connection point. Jaime's lips were rough but firm against his, allowing him to nibble the edges, to lick the insides of his mouth, to rub his tongue all over his. Just the simple act of kissing had never turned him on so quickly nor meant so much to him.

Jaime felt the emotion of the kiss first, before he allowed himself to enjoy its passion. He felt Shane's big hands roaming over his back, seeking out the round muscles and sharp bones of his ribs and spine, memorizing every inch they could. Jaime shuddered as Shane sucked his tongue into his mouth, crushing him more tightly to him in the process and thrusting his hips against him. He thought he was dreaming for a moment, when he felt Shane's hardness but knew he wasn't when Shane repeated the action, reaching down between them to clutch his hardness and giving it a firm, loving stroke.

Jaime's moan echoed his own as Shane realized the size and weight of his best friend's cock through the shorts. He wanted to slow down, to make Jaime's first time memorable but he knew that it was a definite impossibility. The fire was too hot now to pause for a douse of cold water. He pushed his friend back, voraciously attacking Jaime's neck with open-lipped bites and drawing a deep groan from Jaime. Jaime's hands slid across his arms, moving over the hard planes of his chest and heading downward, returning the favor of giving Shane's cock a hard squeeze.

"Jesus, Shane!" Jaime could hardly catch his breath. He felt like he was being pummeled by bolts of lightning as Shane's mouth accosted his neck, sliding over his collarbones and locating the soft flesh of his chest and his hard nipples. He had never felt something as exquisite as his friend's tongue caressing his nipples and could barely restrain his twitching prick from exploding in his shorts.

"Is there a problem?"

Jaime would swear that he could see to the depths of Shane's soul in the beauty of his eyes. He thought about all of the mornings he would get to see this particular beauty. "No. "He breathed helplessly. "I just... I want to cum!"

"Oh, that's not a problem." Shane peeled Jaime's shorts from his body, sliding them over his hips while his fingers searched his thicket of dark hair, closing over his thick stalk and giving it a warm long stroke. Jaime purred, arching into Shane's hand. "I can take care of that." Shane whispered, his hot mouth moving from Jaime's ear to his right nipple.

"Oh!" Jaime wanted to scream in pleasure. Shane's hot hand was gliding over his heated flesh, giving the generous head a squeeze. Before he could take another breath, his cock was slowly being engulfed by Shane's steamy, wet mouth. Jaime released a groan so deep that it became a hungry growl, ripping from the bowels of his body and erupting in a mind-numbing spurt onto Shane's tongue. "Oh, Shane!" His climax was like nothing he'd ever known. The sight of Shane's eyes locked onto his, his cock in Shane's mouth and his cum ejaculating onto his tongue was almost too much to bear. His body jerked again and again, his teeth gritted.

Shane gently lapped the sensitive head and released Jaime's cock, moving up and giving his lover a deep kiss, sharing a bit of his cum with him. At first, Jaime stiffened, then welcomed the taste of his own cum, sucking on Shane's tongue like a soft lollipop.

"Are you okay?" Shane asked, pressing kisses over Jaime's sweet face.

"Oh, yes." Jaime gasped, trying to catch his breath. "I've never cum that hard before." He pulled back to meet Shane's eyes. "I'm sorry. I didn't have time to warn you."

"That's okay, Jai. I wanted to taste you."

Jaime's eyes darkened. "You did?"

"Of course. I wanted to taste my lover's cum."

"I want to taste yours, too."

"I don't think you're ready for that, Jai."

"Shane, I am a virgin of sorts, but not with sucking cock."

Shane grinned. "You think you can make me cum?"

"Are you challenging me?"

Shane knew how much Jaime loved a challenge and breathless from the lust he saw in his eyes, he whispered, "Yes."

Jaime pushed Shane onto his back and immediately went to work on his lover, licking ear lobes, sucking on neck flesh and nibbling down Shane's jawline until the quarterback was growling in delight. "I'm going to make you cum without even touching your cock."

Shane started to chuckle until Jaime laid his warm body across his body like a blanket, laying a kiss on him whose heat reached the base of his already aching cock. Warmth spread through his abdomen and caused his cock to twitch in pleasant pain. "Jaime."

Jaime felt his heart leap at Shane's sensuous whisper. "Oh, Shane." He answered breathlessly. "I've dreamed about this, about loving you for so long." His tongue stroked Shane's lips, allowing his open mouth to slide over his stubbly chin and down his over neck, swirling lightly over his Adam's apple. "I never thought I'd ever get to kiss your mouth or suck on your neck." To illustrate his words, he gave a hard suck on the side of his neck. Shane's body jackknifed in pleasure.

"God, Jai! Don't tease me!"

"I'm absolutely going to tease you." Jaime sat up on his knees and took his hardening cock in his hand, giving it a gentle stroke, straddling Shane's face. "Watch me."

Shane thought he'd died and gone to heaven. The scent of Jaime's cock was like a pheromone to him and he felt his cock harden even more at the salty, sweet odor of spilled semen. He took a deep breath, closing his eyes to enjoy it, then opened to the sight of Jaime pulling on his cock and watched as it grew in his hand. He had never seen Jaime from this angle. His balls were soft and shaven and smaller now that Shane had recently swallowed their loads. His dark hair was clipped back and neat and his penis arose like a stalk of tan wheat, a well-fed shoot pushing up from the nurturing flesh. His knuckles were scarred from his rough photographer's life but his calloused hands slid easily over the flesh. Shane suddenly wanted to taste him again and felt his cock leap in response to the thought.

"You want it, don't you?" Jaime's dark eyes bored into Shane and the tip of his tongue caught between his teeth as a hiss of pleasure rushed out. "You want to sink this puppy back into your mouth, don't you?"

"Mmm, yes!" Shane inhaled the sexy musk of Jaime's skin. He raised his hands and trembled as his hands slid over the bottom of Jaime's back and his softly furred ass, his fingers tracing the cleft and enjoying the silky hair and sultry heat pooling there.

"How bad do you want to taste me again?" Jaime dropped down one arm, his other holding the hard length of his prick just inches from Shane's mouth. A single glistening drop of pre-cum perched tantalizingly on the end, just out of Shane's reach. "Will you let me rub this cum onto your lips?"

"Oh, yes!"

"But you can't lick it until I say."

Oh, sweet torture! An involuntary shiver coursed down his spine. "Okay."

The drop was even larger now, a crystal bead of liquid pleasure, destined for his mouth. Shane quelled another shiver as Jaime tenderly traced the outline of his lips, spreading the clear pre-cum on the pink surface. The smell was driving him crazy and it was killing him not to lick his lover's essence up. He tried to take his mind off of it by rubbing his fingers down Jaime's split, searching for his hole and gently sank a fingertip inside. Jaime groaned, flexing against Shane's finger and pressing the crown of his cock against Shane's sticky lips.




Wicked Game Ch. 14



James used the key card in the lock and placed the card in Beverly's hand, stepping aside to let her enter her room. She turned the light on just inside the door and set her purse down on the table, turning back to him.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing." She said, then quickly backtracked. "I'm just embarrassed."

"Embarrassed? About what?"

"Crying so much. You must think I'm a flake."

James' smile was warm and considerate. "Not at all, Beverly. Do you know how lucky you are to be able to cry? Some people can't even do that."

"I guess." Suddenly, she felt shy around him and allowed him to take her hands in his. "Thank you for being a gentleman, James. It's nice to have a shoulder to cry on ... or to sob on, in my case."

"Beverly, please quit thanking me. I enjoy spending time with you." He pulled her closer, running his fingers through her hair. "And I don't want to feel like a gentleman right now."

Both James and Beverly would later say that they were surprised at James' actions and at Beverly's response. James pulled her mouth to his and crushed her against him, pressing his tongue into her mouth and sucking roughly on it. Beverly shrieked into his mouth and trembled at the onslaught of passion. She wrapped her arms around his neck and ground her large hips against the hardness she felt in his pants. The feeling made her head spin and the room suddenly felt hot and crowded, even though they were the only ones present.

James pulled back, gazing into her face. "Don't make me go home alone tonight, Beverly."

Beverly just smiled and reached for her purse. When she'd gone to the bathroom, the lady at the reception desk had chased her down, breathless when she caught her. She had an envelope that had been left with instructions that it was to reach her immediately. And no, she hadn't seen who delivered it. It was found on the desk with the instruction note attached.

Beverly had retreated back into the bathroom to read its message. "You and the other six members of your scavenger hunt team have proven to be perfection. This is your final task; an individual task chosen just for you. Your task, task number twelve, is to give your virginity to James Weathers. The reward will be $15,000 dollars for each of you. Proof will be not required. It is possible that you could lie to Nathan but your past efforts have proven your trustworthiness. And the fact that you are in love with Mr. Weathers will ensure completion. Enjoy your evening."

Now, she handed the envelope to James and watched the play of emotions on his handsome face, recalling her own feelings when she'd read it. First, excitement, then fear. Any girl would be excited to think that a handsome man was going to be her first but regardless of his attention, she worried that he wouldn't truly enjoy the experience because of her weight. She crossed her fingers behind her back and silently prayed. God, please! 

James looked up into her eyes, his insides quivering like never before. A virgin! He had never made love to a virgin. But that wasn't why he was quivering. It was because it was Beverly. He suddenly felt inadequate. He so wanted to please her, to make it a great experience for her but ... even he knew that he was a rough lover. Some of his girlfriends had complained about his pinches and bites. Still more quickly left in tears after he'd plundered their assholes and even more departed after he'd revealed his proclivity for being pegged every once in a while. Yet all were paid well and his secrets had remained secret. What would Beverly think?

Beverly held her breath, her eyes on him. He refolded the sheaf of stationery and placed it back into the envelope. She noticed that his hands were shaking slightly as he gazed at her name elegantly calligraphed on the front. "James?"

"Beverly," He paused, wanting to select the correct words. "There would be no one more honored on this than me to be chosen as your first."

She leaned forward and cupped his cheek, craving the force of his tongue in her mouth again. "But?"

"The old James Weathers would have taken your gift without a second thought." James searched her eyes. "And without a conscience. But I'm not that person any more." He touched the raw silk of her skin, shivering at the warmth that spread through his fingers. "Especially not when it comes to you."

Beverly's heart skipped several beats at the sensation of his flesh against hers. And that wasn't the only thing that was making her heart skip. She was aware of a change occurring in him, a life change, a change of conscience. "Why, James?"

"When I came here, I was so tired. Tired of work, tired of play, tired of talking, of sleeping, of being alone. Just tired of everything." He paused. "And in these weeks of meeting you and being with you ... " Silvery tears filled his hard eyes. "I have never felt so alive!" He took several moments to compose himself. "I don't care that you're black. I don't care that you're fat. I don't care that you're a virgin. All I care about is that you love me and I don't think that I'm worthy of you."

"Worthy ...?" Beverly was shocked to hear those words from him. James Weathers was a celebrity, a high-profile news anchor, a pillar of the community and in the broadcasting world. To hear him say that he wasn't worthy of her, Beverly Johansson, an overweight, boutique owner with an overbearing mother, was just unreal. Was she really worth so much? Keeping her eyes on him, she reached behind her neck and untied the halter top of her new dress, letting the soft material caress every Rubenesque curve of her body and pool at her feet. "Prove it."

"Wha .. what?" He could barely speak past the lump in his throat, blinking the stinging tears back.

"You heard me." She grabbed the lapels of his sport jacket and yanked him into the room, slamming the door shut behind him. "I said, prove it." She put her hand behind his neck, pulling his mouth closer to hers. "Prove that you're not worthy of me."

James felt his heart slam in his chest when she aggressively kissed him, bruising his mouth and biting his bottom lip and his cock hardened to life in his pants. His hands slid all over her back, then moved to the front, searching for and cupping her large breasts, squeezing them roughly. 

Beverly moaned, still fighting his tongue for oral supremacy and not relenting even when he pinched her nipples. Instead, she pressed her bulk more firmly against him, allowing her hand to snake down to the front of his pants, giving his prick a hard squeeze. She had never had control in her life and this excited her like nothing else, having the handsome white boy under her spell. 

James groaned, his skin tingling and her hands encircling his waist and tugging his shirt out of his pants made his gasp with pleasure. Beverly was a natural, no doubt. She wasn't thinking about the act of having sex, she was reacting to the stimulus of his touch and his presence and that kind of thing couldn't be taught. Her natural response made him itch all the more to be inside her and to hear her cries as she came. Her hands found his bare skin under the A-shirt and glided over his back muscles, before moving downward, her nails grazing his skin.

Beverly heard his hiss and his entire body arched against her in response to her nails and his dark eyes connected with hers, leaving her breathless and hypnotized.

"So that's how you want it?"

She gave him a mischievous grin, a sensual smirk accompanied by an ear-warming sweep of eyes up and down his form, her tongue caught in her teeth. "Yeah, that's how I want it. Think you can give it to me?"

James ground his teeth together, fighting to contain himself. This black beauty was calling him out. She was saying that she wanted his roughness. "Oh, yeah. I can give it to you." He found himself following the sexy bounce of her loose breasts as she crawled onto the bed.

"Then quit talking." Beverly grasped his tie and pulled him down onto her. This time, he bit her lip, not hard enough to draw blood but hard enough to draw exquisite pain that radiated into her pussy. He ground his hips into her body, growling and biting her ear.

James lifted his head and kissed along the line of her jaw, then swiftly moved down to her breasts, taking one of the pinkie-sized nipples into his mouth. He let his tongue slide gently over it, looping around the tender flesh and sucking hard on them. Beverly responded with a healthy shout, her fingers weaved into his hair, grunting and hissing as his mouth brought her closer to the edge.

"Oh, James! I ... I ... "

"Cum for me, baby."

The insertion of his finger inside her made her feel as if she was Icarus and had flown too close to the sun. The sweetest sensation burst from her pussy, the muscles rippling around his finger and coating them with thick pussy cream. Through lust-slitted eyes, James watched her body's transformation; her back arching, her eyes closed and the breath whispering from her lips as she achieved her first orgasm with outside help. Her cries made his prick grow harder and he sawed two fingers into her clutching cunt, slowing only when he sensed that she had cooled down a bit.

"Oh, God, James! That was fantastic!"

"I haven't even begun yet, sweet Beverly." He took one of her nipples in his mouth again, suckling as hard as he could without injuring her and pulled the sweetest whimper he'd ever heard out of her. Her thighs squeezed together, crushing his hand in the process and driving his stiff fingers deeper into her wet snatch. She shivered at his penetration, quickly cumming a second time. "If I had you at home, sweet ... the things I would do to you."

"Like what?"

"Like this." He released her nipple and slid down, pushing her legs open. Her pussy was a gorgeous mass of quivering pink flesh and James couldn't help himself. He'd always been a big fan of eating cunt and as he let his tongue slowly slide up her sloppy slit, he knew he'd give his left nut to drink at her fountain again. She was so sweet. 

"Oh, no!" Beverly tried to close her legs, but his strength won out.

"What's wrong?"

"Please, James. Don't do that."

"Why not?" James saw the change in her eyes. "It's your mother, isn't it? She told you something ... "

"She told me that girls who did things like that were whores."

"Beverly, are you a whore?"

"No!"

"I didn't think so." He bent and gave her another long lick, seeing her war with her pleasure and her discomfit. "Beverly, I feel sorry for your mother. Sorry that she didn't have anyone to give her pleasure without thinking it was a sin. There are all kinds of things that a man and woman do together to give each other pleasure." He bent again, this time, pressing kisses along the insides of her thighs and slipping his tongue, snake-like, in the creases where her hips connected to her legs. "And I intend to give you as much pleasure as I can. Will you trust me?"

James' heartfelt words came with a playful nip to the underside of her stomach and Beverly shook with passion. I'm not gonna become my Momma! She didn't trust her voice so she gave him a sign by opening her legs wider. He didn't smile, as she thought he would. Instead, he commanded her attention by giving her a sly smirk, keeping his eyes locked with hers as he again bent and burrowed into her juicy cunt.

"OH!"

Beverly closed her eyes, feeling as if she were floating away on a cloud. She had never felt anything like this. Once, on a field trip to a farm, she had been licked by a cow. The cow's fat, rough tongue had first licked the palm of her hand, then licked the left side of her overalls, looking for a chunk of carrot that she'd been given to feed it. A tingle had traveled through her and her cheeks had erupted in flame. It had been the only time that she was happy that she wasn't white. She would have been so embarrassed to have blushed so hard.

This sensation wasn't unlike that, except that it was James and it became quickly obvious that he knew what he was doing. His wet tongue traced each outer and inner lip with such excruciating slowness that she came twice, before he'd even decided to visit her honey pot. Once he sank his tongue into her, she was lost. She came so hard that she didn't realize that she'd screamed out his name until he gave her that same wry smile, his nose, cheeks and lips glistening with her cunt juice.

"I can't wait any longer, Bev."

Still shaking from her last orgasm, Beverly sat up and pulled his mouth to hers, tasting her own essence and loving that it was on his tongue. It took her only a matter of moments to rid him of his shirt and pants. She looked down at him, naked and vulnerable, and gave him the same wry smile that he had graced her with, just seconds before her mouth covered the fat head of his aching cock.

"Oh, God!"

Every nerve ending in his body was on fire. James grabbed the sheets in an effort to keep himself from shoving more of his cock into her obliging mouth. Oh, so hot! Her mouth was so hot and wet, her tongue so lazy in its tour of his flesh. He felt the tip probe the wide piss slit, coaxing it open and laving the sensitive skin in gentle reverence. She tasted his slightly salty pre-cum and hummed in appreciation, not realizing that the vibrations would make him harder. She learned quickly, he noted, choosing a song to hum as she let her mouth slide further down his pole.

Her mother would probably tell her that she was going to Hell for what she was doing. Humming a church hymn while sucking on a guy's dick. James sure seemed to like it. He shook with pleasure and when added a touch of suction, she thought he'd jump off the bed. She was very surprised when he sat up and pushed her back, a desperate look in his eyes.

"You'd better stop."

"Why?" She grinned, pushing him back down. "Can't hold your nut, James?" She laughed at his expression. "I do watch porn on the Internet, you know!"

"You constantly surprise me, Beverly."

Beverly just gave him another smile and straddled him, taking his thick cock into her body and pausing as the head met her hymen. "Are you ready to be blooded, James?"

James answered with a thrust of his hips and rolled her over, nestling himself against her bulk and kissing her soft mouth until the pain passed. When he moved the first time, her delicious brown eyes flashed open, her mouth curled into an exclamation that never escaped. Her body did all the talking for her. Her legs wrapped around his waist and she allowed him to press them as far back as he could, giving him full access to her dripping snatch.

"James."

His name was a whisper on her lips, a word borne of joy and deliverance as her tongue met with his, matching the motion of their hips. In and out, in and out. His arms clasped her against him, her arms encircled his back, stroking and grasping, leaving deep marks in his white flesh. He couldn't hold on. He was trying but he was so turned on that it was impossible to control himself. His prick slid into her wet hole and he felt every inch of her heated flesh, every shudder and tremor that racked her lovely body.

"James." He met her eyes. "Please cum with me."

"My pleasure."

He flexed his hips again and again, driving them closer and closer until they finally tripped over the edge together, her cries mingling with his, his pearly spunk flooding her clasping canal, her cream coating his pumping cock. James rolled to the side, taking her with him in an effort to remain inside her, but she groaned as he slipped out.

"I'm sorry. I thought I would last a little longer."

"Is that all you're sorry for?"

James raised himself up, pushing a few sweaty tendrils of hair away from her forehead. "What else should I be sorry for?"

"You didn't prove it." She gave him a sleepy smile. "You didn't prove why you're not worthy of me."

James knew he was caught. He cuddled her against him and pulled the comforter over their bodies, loving the way she tucked herself into him and nuzzled her nose against his neck. And deep inside, he knew he'd found the one woman that he was worthy of and it had nothing to do with neither his celebrity nor his wealth, but with the depth of his heart.

* * * * *

"Nathan?"

Nathan set his Cuervo 1800 Margarita down and smiled at the young man. "Why, Mr. Marcus! Have a seat and let me buy you a drink."

"Uh, maybe tomorrow, Nathan. I ... I just want to ask you something."

"Sure. What can I help you with?"

Kevin thought for a moment. He had been practicing his speech the entire way down the elevator and the words had suddenly failed him. "Has anyone ever requested a task?"

Nathan's handsome face crumpled into deep thought. "No. I don't think that's ever happened."

"Well, I guess I'm going to be the first." Kevin laid several hundred dollar bills on the counter, aligning the edges neatly. "I would like you to call our benefactor and ask him or her if it would be possible if I could ... " His courage seemed to leave him "If I could ... sleep with Ashley. Or at least bring her comfort."

Nathan sat back and sipped his drink, staring at Kevin in interest. "That's an interesting request, Mr. Marcus. Does your sister know?"

Kevin's face reddened. "No. But I don't think she'd have a problem." He quickly added. "I just feel the need to give Ashley my love and to let her know that she's safe and that not all men are like that."

"Ashley's a grown woman, Mr. Marcus. I'm sure that she knows that all men are not created Matthew."

"But I want to show her. I want to replace those memories with good ones."

"Are you sure that that's your reason, Mr. Marcus?"

"Yes, Nathan." Kevin hesitated for a moment. "I also think I'm in love with her. Ashley and my sister."

"Makes things quite ... er ... homey, eh?" Nathan's hand closed over the money and it disappeared into his jacket pocket. "I will speak to the benefactor about your request. If it is approved, you will receive an offer in the usual way."

"Great." Kevin slid out of the chair, extending his hand. "Thank you, Nathan. Just in case I haven't said it in all these weeks, thank you very much."

"You're welcome, Mr. Marcus. Have a good night."



Wicked Game Ch. 15



Mmmmmm... 

A pair of soft lips was being pressed against his neck and in such a sensuous manner that his cock stirred in life. He kept his eyes closed, allowing his senses to awaken along the tongue's wet trail across the sensitive flesh behind his ear, swirling gently. The lips moved along the line of his ear, alternately nibbling and licking, the breath hot tickling in his hair.

"Are you awake, love?"

The sound of Jaime's husky voice sent tingles through his skin. "Now, I am." Without opening his eyes, Shane reached for his lover, tangling his fingers in the soft, dark waves of hair and melting into the heat of his scalp. Their mouths touched and tongues connected, hands roaming and caressing skin and muscle alike. He felt as if he was still dreaming; never could he have imagined that the dream he was living was truly happening. Jaime's hard naked length was pressed against him, his velvet-encased steel muscle poking his thigh.

"I want you," Jaime whispered. "Inside me."

"No." Shane pulled back, sleepily blinking into Jaime's face. "We stick to our agreement."

Jaime looked hurt. "But I want... "

Shane grabbed Jaime's jaw, bringing his eyes up. "I don't want our first time to be in a hotel room, Jai. I want to be in my bed, looking into your eyes when I cum inside you. It just feels wrong."

Jaime curled around him, trembling with disappointment. "Oh, Shane... " Shane wrapped his arms around him. "I'm sorry."

"Don't apologize, baby." Shane kissed Jaime's forehead. "But I want our first time to be special. I want it to be something that we'll look back on and remember forever."

Jaime's dark eyes filled with tears. "I love you, Shane."

"I know, Jai. I love you, too." Shane lifted his friend's hand and slid his high school football championship ring onto Jaime's hand. "Until I can buy you one when we get home, will this do?"

Time stood still. Jaime felt the cool metal slide over his knuckle, grabbing onto muscle as it came to a stop at the base of his finger. It was a perfect fit. Jaime turned to Shane, the realization hitting them at the same time and smiles forming on their faces. It was meant to be. It was meant to be.

The phone rang, startling them back into reality. Shane broke into guilty giggles, hugging Jaime to him who couldn't control his own, and reached for the instrument.

"Hello?"

"Good morning, Shane. It's James." James Weathers sighed in blessed delight, his body aching but cocooned by the warm body of his soul mate. Beverly's head was resting over his heart, her hands pressed together in a child's prayer and her exotic brown eyes closed. "Did I wake you?"

"No." Shane giggled again, grinning harder than he had in a long time. 

"Good. Listen, I was just about to wake Beverly. Would you and Jaime like to join us for breakfast on the veranda?"

"Sure."

"About twenty minutes?"

"Sounds great."

"Okay. I'll call down and reserve the table."

"Cool." Jaime bent and bit Shane's ear. "Uh, James?"

"Yes?"

"Should we call Kevin, Kelly Jo and Ashley?"

"I don't know. I thought about giving Kevin a call, but I wasn't sure of what to say."

"Would you like me to call him?"

James thought for a moment, pausing in his tactile study of her soft, brown skin. "You wouldn't mind?"

"No. Kevin was very kind to me."

"All right. Give me a call back."

"Okay. 'Bye."

"'Bye."

James hung up the phone and turned on his side, carefully sliding his shoulder from underneath her and letting his eyes glide over the beauty of her sleeping face. Her black wavy hair was tumbled all over, partially covering her shoulders and hiding the bottom of her chin and part of her mouth. He didn't need to see her mouth to remember its sensual contours. One of the most exciting parts of last evening was when she had him sit on the edge of the bed, stroked him to a state of petrified wood and knelt between his legs. Just before she took him into her mouth, she applied lipstick, a deep red cherry color, and proceeded to give him an inspired blowjob.

He would never forget the sight of his white cock sliding past her ruby-red lips, her brown-skinned hand wrapped around the base. She had only smiled. I told you I watched a lot of pornos. Beverly had eagerly stepped into the role of a whore, sloppily sucking him to a mind-blowing climax courtesy of garish makeup and a lover's intuition.

She sighed deeply and yawned, her tawny eyes blinking at him. An instant and easy smile lit her features. "Hi."

"Hi, yourself." He pressed a kiss to the tip of her nose. "Hungry?"

Beverly laughed. "Jesus, James! Can't you give a girl a break?"

He smiled, running his fingers along the round of her shoulder and down to her hand. "I always have room for you, Beverly, but I was actually talking about breakfast. I called Shane and invited Jaime and him to join us. Was that okay?"

"Yes." Her smile was heartwarming and James felt like he was looking into the face of the sun. "I'm famished. You wore me out, white boy."

James threw his head back and shouted in laughter. "I could say the same, black girl." He sank down into the pillows, rubbing his nose against her and inhaling her vanilla musk scent. "I don't have words to express to you about what last night meant to me." He pulled back, searching her soft eyes and she stopped him with a fingertip.

"James, last night was the most wonderful night of my life." She rubbed her finger across his pursed lips. "I thank you for it, but please don't make any promises you can't keep."

He started to open his mouth but closed it when he realized that she was right. He loved her but he had always remained a bachelor. He knew the rightness of their relationship but he was still reluctant to believe in the trueness of it. And she knew. "Bev... "

The phone rang a second time and Shane was on the other end. "Hey, James. I talked with Ashley and she wants to have breakfast, but she wanted to know if the veranda was enclosed. You know, private."

"I don't know. Let me give the front desk a call and I'll call you right back."

"Okay." Shane hung up the phone and gazed at Jaime's beautiful form. He was lying on his stomach and Shane couldn't help but run his hand over his body from shoulder to hip, pausing to stroke his furred buttocks, to run his finger along the crease where buttock and leg meet and to trace the deep furrow of his spinal column.

"I'm glad I'm not a girl."

"Why?" Shane asked, continuing his stroking.

"I don't know if I could survive being raped."

"It's a horrible thing, Jai, but Ashley's doing pretty well." 

Jaime was silent for a long moment. "I know, but... I'm just glad that I'm not a girl."

Shane let his fingers slide into Jaime's warm ass cleft, giving his asshole a firm stroke. Jaime shivered, his eyes connecting with Shane's. They were both very anxious to consummate their relationship and both were trying very hard not to give in to the temptation. "You wouldn't have gotten me if you were a girl."

"I'm glad you're not." Jaime closed his eyes, melting into Shane's embrace and sighing over the sensation of Shane's tongue in his mouth. "I couldn't imagine not having the chance to love you."

The phone rang and this time, Jaime answered it, laying his head in Shane's lap and looking up into his eyes. "Hello?"

"Hi, uh, Shane?"

"No, it's Jaime. You want to talk to him?"

"No, I can talk to you. It's Kelly Jo." Kelly Jo turned back and smiled at Kevin and Ashley who were sitting together at the end of the bed. "James just called and said that the veranda can be closed so we're all going to breakfast. We're planning to meet down there in about 10 minutes. Is that cool?"

"Yeah. It won't take us long to dress."

"All right, Jaime. See you there."

Kevin watched his sister hang up the phone and laughed as she launched herself into her lap, wrapping her arms around his neck and starting to give him a hickie. Ashley looked on with a smile, her body still racked with soreness and her heart still secretly heavy with pain. "Time for breakfast." Kelly Jo announced, soundly giving him a kiss, then giving a gentle one to Ashley. "Come on, Ash. Let's get dressed."

"Okay." Kelly Jo left Kevin's lap, giving her brother a kiss and opened the adjoining door to her room. Ashley arose stiffly but Kevin caught her hand, his eyes imploring. "I'm okay." She said softly. "Really, I'm okay." Kevin nodded, his dark eyes filling with tears and he turned her hand over and pressed a long, wet kiss to her palm before releasing her.

Ashley joined Kelly Jo in the room, her mind still swirling but her hand burning from the passion in his kiss.

* * * * * *

No one felt that they should arrive on the veranda alone. Shane and Jaime went to James' room and collected James and Beverly, then went to Kelly Jo's room to gather Ashley, Kevin and Kelly Jo. Together, the group rode the elevator in silence, all touching each other in some fashion so they were one endless slice of sexual DNA. When they reached the enclosed room, Beverly embraced Ashley, giving her a friendly kiss on the cheek. She looked into her eyes and whispered, "I love you, Ashley. Please let me know if I can help you."

Ashley nearly started crying at that. Jaime, a stranger who didn't know her, also gave her a hug, his handsome features twisted in anger. "Ashley, you don't know me, but I wish I was there to beat the shit out of that son-of-a-bitch." She watched him turn and bury himself in Shane's arms, holding a hand to his tearing eyes, still cursing under his breath.

James gave her a quick hug, pausing to give her cheek a fatherly stroke and Shane did the same, kissing her cheek as if he was her brother. Finally, everyone found a seat and Ashley stood, tears on her bruised cheeks.

"I... " She cleared her throat and both Kelly Jo and Kevin took her hands on either side of her and she offered each an appreciative smile. "I can't begin to tell each of you how grateful I am for your support and friendship." Ashley tried to smile but her facial muscles failed her. "But I've never had anything like this happen before and I don't know what to say."

"You don't have to say anything, Ashley." Beverly held up her glass of orange juice. "A toast to Miss Ashley Martin."

"Swenten."

Beverly smiled at Ashley's correction. "A toast to Miss Ashley Swenten."

"Here, here!"

After the toast and a few more tears, they found that they could all continue with breakfast.

* * * * * *

The rest of the day was the most fun they'd all had as a group. Shane and Ashley went parasailing. Jaime, James and Beverly went hunting for antiques and photographic equipment. Kevin and Kelly Jo went into town to do some shopping.

"Kel, I have something to tell you." Kelly Jo looked up at him across a carousel of summer sweaters. "I asked Nathan to see if he could arrange a task for me."

"For Ashley."

"Yes."

Kelly Jo came around the side of the display and gave him a hug. "I knew you would."

"You knew?"

"I've seen the way you've been looking at her since the... " Kelly Jo didn't have the heart to name the assault. "Kevin, it would be the most wonderful thing if you found that you could love Ashley."

"But what about you?"

"What about me? I'm still your sister and I'm still in love with you as much as I'm in love with her." She touched his cheek. "The three of us... we could be the family that we lost when Mom and Dad died. If you fell in love with her, if you married her... " Her eyes touched his. "I could be an auntie."

Kelly Jo's words touched something deep inside him and he began to cry. "Oh, Kel. I want her so badly."

"Then if Nathan grants your wish, let's make this special for her."

"Special?" Kevin pulled back from her embrace, tears cascading down his cheeks.

"Yes." Kelly Jo wiped his face, cupping it gently. "She's been through a rough time and she may not want to trust a man again. You're going to have to make her believe that her love for you can outweigh her fear of future torment. You're going to have to make her believe in your love for her."

"Will you help me?"

"Of course, I will. I love you." Kelly Jo gave him a quick kiss. "Now, let's finish up here. I have some ideas... "

* * * * * *

"Oh, yes! Yes, James! YES!"

James felt her exquisite release and added his own, loving the feel of her weight on top of him. She had wanted to be on top this time and he couldn't say no, especially not when she'd given him a blow job that made his eyeballs roll back into his head. Beverly quivered with aftershocks and slowly slid to his side, snuggling next to his heaving body. "How many times was that?"

"I don't know. I lost count." James hugged her to him. "Besides, I'm too tired to count. You've worn me out again."

"This is probably the most exercise you've ever done in your life." She snickered, tickling his nipple with her tongue.

"Look who's talking!" They both giggled for a moment, then, "Bev, is there any chance that you could get pregnant?"

"No. Momma put me on birth control pills a long time ago, hoping that it would give me an excuse to have sex with someone, anyone!" She laughed. "Why?"

"Just worried a little."

"Would you have been all right with being a father?"

"I would have been more than all right. I was just worried for you."

"Why be worried for me?"

James took a deep breath, his heart still pounding from their lovemaking. "You sort of made it clear that you didn't want me to make any promises to you... "

"That you couldn't keep, James."

"Well, what if I want to make a promise?" He lifted her chin so that he could see her eyes. "A big one?"

"James... "

"No. Answer my question, Beverly. What if I wanted to make you a promise? A promise to love you for as long as you'll have me?"

"I would say that it's too soon. We haven't known each other long enough for a promise like that."

James stared at her. "Is that how you really feel? Are you so scared that you'd throw a chance at happiness away?"

Beverly sat up and turned her back on him as she swung her legs over the edge of the bed. "James, if I say yes to you, what do expect from me?"

"I expect you to move in with me. I expect you to find a new place for your shop. I expect you to become successful and I expect you to love me."

"That's all?"

"Well, that's just for starts. I also expect you to take me in marriage and to provide me with at least one little James or Beverly." He reached out to touch her back. "And I expect to live happily ever after." He paused. "What's spooking you so?"

"James, I'm not as well off as you are."

"So?" Then he understood. "I'll buy you whatever you need, Beverly, and if it'll make you feel better, you can pay me back after the shop gets going."

"I don't want to be a kept woman. I don't want to feel that I can't express myself just because you have the money."

Now he really understood. "Beverly, if I had wanted a biddable woman, I would have been married a long time ago. There are plenty of women out there who want nothing more than to be taken care of, not wanting to do their own thing and have their own success. I don't want a woman that kisses my ass. I want someone who's willing to fight with me as passionately as she makes love to me."

"And you think you've found her?"

"No. I know I've found her." James pulled her backward, back into his arms and against him. "I want you, Beverly. Will you at least give it a try?"

"And if it doesn't work?"

"Then I'll buy you a home so you can be independent and we continue our lives."

Beverly thought for a moment. Her own home. That would be fantastic. But then she felt his arms tighten around her and his soft kisses on the nape of her neck and knew what she really wanted, why she was so afraid.

"If I say yes, I don't want you to become my mother and tell me what to eat."

"Beverly, I love you the way you are. I just want you to be happy and healthy."

Wow. She thought of coming home to his open arms, making love to him and falling asleep in his arms. "Okay, James. We'll give it a try."

* * * * * *

Ashley awoke to a knock on the door. She slowly shook off the thick mantle of sleep and stumbled over. "Who is it?"

"It's Nathan, honey."

She opened the door and stepped back as the black man came in, carrying a large box and followed by a young man and a lady with a valise. "Uh, hi."

"Hi, honey. How are you?"

"Fine, thanks. Uh, who are they?" Nathan fished an envelope out of his pocket, much smaller than the regular ones they were usually given and handed it to her. "Uh, I don't think I'm ready for this."

"Read it first, before you make your decision."

Sighing in resignation, Ashley pulled the flap open and read the message. "You and the other six members of your scavenger hunt team have proven to be perfection. This was to be your final task; an individual task chosen just for you, but something special happened. Kevin Marcus has requested a special favor. A chance to make love to you and to bring your comfort. This special task, task number thirteen, is to allow yourself to love again. The reward will be $20,000 dollars for each of you but the result will be priceless for you. Proof will be not required. It is possible that you could lie to Nathan but your past efforts have proven your trustworthiness. And the fact that you are in love with Mr. Marcus will ensure completion. Enjoy your special evening."

Ashley looked up at Nathan's expectant face. "Is this for real?" He nodded. "Kevin asked for this task?" 

Again, Nathan nodded. "He is very much in love with you, Miss Swenten, but he wants to make sure that you're comfortable. He is happy that you love his sister and he said that if you declined his task, he wouldn't have hard feelings."

Ashley tapped the card against her finger. "Well, Nathan, there's no chance I could decline it. The card is very right. I am in love with Kevin and Kelly Jo."

"Good." He handed her another envelope. "You may open this later, after your encounter with Mr. Marcus. Meanwhile, this is Andrew and Candy. Andrew is a masseur and Candy will do your hair and makeup. Your dress and shoes are in this box, along with a few more instructions which you are not to open until you are dressed and ready to go."

Ashley allowed Andrew to give her a deep massage, then she showered and shaved and sat perfectly still while Candy did her hair and her makeup. When she was done, Ashley felt like a fairy princess. The dress was rose-colored and draped over her curves nicely, leaving her breasts high and half-covered. The shoes had two-inch stiletto heels and perfectly matched the dress. Her hair hung in huge waves around her face and she shivered when she saw her reflection. Andrew and Candy bade her good night and she sat on the edge of the bed with the envelope that had been enclosed with the dress and shoes.

It was from Kevin. "Ashley, I don't know when it was that I fell in love with you. It might have been the first time I laid eyes on you, so emotionally beat down yet so defiant. It might have been when you took the second task and spared Beverly or when you fell in love with my lovely sister. I only know that I knew it for sure after you survived the attack. I was so proud to see how you handled yourself. I knew that I loved you in that instant and I want to show you how much. Please allow me, if only for a short time, to love you. Kevin."

A key card was included in the envelope, stamped with the number 1503. Suite number 1503. Where Kevin awaited.

Kelly Jo opened the door when she arrived and the breath fled from Ashley's lungs. She thought she'd never seen Kelly Jo as beautiful as she was tonight. She moved in to kiss her but Kelly Jo quickly stepped back. "Not tonight."





Wicked Game Ch. 16



Kelly Jo’s hands were shaking as she pushed the envelope’s flap open and tugged the card out. “You and the other six members of your scavenger hunt team have proven to be perfection. This is your final task; a task chosen for the three of you. Your task, task number fourteen, is to share your love and your bodies with each other. The reward will be $25,000 dollars for each of you. Proof will be not required. It is possible that you could lie to Nathan but your past efforts have proven your trustworthiness. And the fact that you are in love with each other will ensure completion. Enjoy the rest of your evening.”

Ashley beamed. “I knew it! I just knew it!”

“A threesome? Is that what I think it means?” Kevin smiled, kissing Ashley’s shoulder.

“That’s what it means, dear brother.” Kelly Jo grinned, stroking Ashley’s brow.

“Then what the hell are you waiting for?” Ashley whispered, reaching for her lover and moaning when their mouths kissed.

“Wait.” Kevin begged. “My battery needs charging. How about we all take a nice leisurely bath?”

“Sounds good.” Kelly Jo murmured against Ashley’s mouth. 

“Cool. You two have a little fun and I’ll go get everything ready.”

Kevin’s departure barely registered on the two women but he did pause to unzip his sister’s gown and let his hands slide over her body as the gown pooled at her feet. He paused at the bathroom door for a long moment, watching the two women French kiss, their tongues touching and glistening in the light. He felt that familiar stirring in the bottom of his stomach and chuckled. The Energizer Bunny was alive and well in his cock.

“I want to eat my brother’s cum out of your pussy.” Kelly Jo whispered, licking the side of Ashley’s face. She smiled at the response of Ashley’s body and met her mouth in another long, deep kiss. “I want to suck your wet pink pussy until you’re cumming so hard that you can’t breathe.”

“God, I’ve missed you!” Ashley murmured against her lover’s soft mouth. “It seems like I haven’t been able to get enough of … “ The breath left her throat as Kelly Jo’s tongue dived into her loaded snatch, beginning a systematic cleaning of her aching cunt. She felt Kelly Jo’s tongue tenderly slide down her slit, separating the sticky lips and sucking on each one in turn. Ashley thought that she’d vibrate apart right then. Just knowing that Kelly Jo was sucking out her brother’s cum was exciting enough. But seeing Kevin … he was just a few feet away, stroking his lovely chunk of white meat … oh, God!

Kelly Jo pushed her tongue into Ashley’s weeping hole and held her hips as she laved the hole, swallowing every drop and lump of Kevin’s precious cum. She had seen Kevin behind them, enjoying the show and playing with himself. His cock looked impossibly large, sliding between his pre-cum slicked fingers and she was suddenly hungry for more of his cum. She bent to her work, making Ashley buck on the bed as she commanded another orgasm from her jizz-filled hole and hungrily licking the fluids that escaped her pulsing pussy. She quickly turned to Kevin, taking his blood-filled meat into her hand and jerking it hard. He groaned as he pumped his second load, coating the insides of her mouth and sliding silkily over her tongue and down her throat.

With a sexy smile, she grabbed both their hands and winked at her brother and lover. “Now it’s time to take a bath.”

*****

“Hello?”

“Hello, Mrs. Johansson. My name is James Weathers.”

“James Weathers? The anchorman James Weathers?”

“Yes, ma’am.” James intertwined fingers with Beverly, who kept her face buried in the soft flesh of his neck. She had begged James not to call Arletta. It didn’t bode well for her, no matter what James said. “I’m calling to inform you that Beverly will not be coming back to your house to live.”

“Wha – what?”

“You already knew that Bev wouldn’t be coming back. She called you last week to let you know that. I’m just doing a follow up call.”

“What? Mr. Weathers, I don’t understand. Why are you calling for Beverly?”

“Because Beverly is my girlfriend and as such, I am responsible for her. I just called to tell you that we will be coming by either sometime the end of this week or early next week for her belongings. We’ll make sure to call the day before so that you’re home and not inconvenienced.”

“Inconvenienced? Is that all she has to say? That girl’s been a damned inconvenience all my life!”

James held the receiver to his ear, softly rubbing Beverly’s shoulder and feeling damned glad that she couldn’t hear her mother’s vicious words. “Well, Mrs. Johansson, I don’t know how Beverly was with you, but she’s been nothing but an angel with me.”

“It’s just an act, Mr. Weathers. She left without telling me and now it seems, she’s a whore.”

“No, she’s not a whore, Mrs. Johansson.” James sat up, anger warming his veins. “Maybe it’s you who is the whore.”

“What? How dare you!”

“Didn’t you sleep with five different men at the time Beverly was conceived? Wasn’t that why you had to do DNA testing to find out who Beverly’s father was?”

Silence flowed over the airwaves. “Who told you that?”

“I did a little research, Mrs. Johansson. I don’t think Beverly even knew that before now.” He glanced over at her and saw the surprise on her face. “Did you ever tell her who her real father was? Did you tell her about your rape?”

“James!” Beverly couldn’t believe what James was saying. Research? Rape? “James, what are you saying?”

“Your mother was raped when she was a young woman, Bev. She never reported it but she gave birth to a baby girl nine months later. She contacted the father but he told her that she was a whore and that was why she left Pittsburgh. Her community ostracized her, the church deserted her and that was the end of the world as your mother knew it.”

The other end of the line was silent save for the soft sobs of Arletta Johansson. “You don’t know what you’re talking about, Mr. Weathers.”

“Then why are you crying?”

“I don’t have to tell you! I don’t have to explain anything to you! You’re nothing but a whoremonger! You took my daughter and turned her into a whore!”

James sighed deeply, his head dipping as the realization that he would never get through to her filled his head. Beverly still lay at his side, hiccupping as she silently sobbed in his arms. His cleared his throat, blinking past the tears that were threatening to fall from his own eyes. “We’ll call before we come for Bev’s stuff, Mrs. Johansson. Goodbye.”

The room was quiet for a long time with only the soft sounds of Beverly’s tears and James’ gentle words. He now knew the basis for Beverly’s journey towards becoming a woman. Her timidity at first, her defiance and her voraciousness now.

“Tell me.”

“What?”

“Tell me what you found out.”

James wrapped his arms around her, pulling her even closer. “Your father’s name is Reverend Damascus Taylor. He was the pastor at the New Covenant when your mother was a young woman. By all accounts, your mother was an upstanding woman, very active in the church and someone that the others looked up to. Reverend Taylor asked her to help him with some accounting work and raped her that night. He told her that she was a bride of God and as such, was there for his exclusive use.

“When he finished with her, he told her that she was required to come back the next evening for another session. Your mother didn’t show up and for the most part, quit the church. When she became pregnant and she told people whom the father was, she was shunned. When she came to church, the good reverend pointed her out as an example of all that was going on with the world and called her a whore.”

“In front of all those people?”

“In front of all those people.” James pressed a kiss to her forehead. “Since then, she’s been celibate and she was training you to be celibate, too. To stay away from the sins of the flesh and to not become a whore. When you made the decision to have sex, in her eyes, you became a whore.” He paused for a long moment. “Either your mother is mentally ill or she just doesn’t want anything to have to do with sex. Whatever she is, is not what you are, Beverly. You’re not a whore. You’re a lovely young woman who enjoys sex.”

Beverly listened to his words, her mind swimming. Momma was raped. Just that revelation explained a lot about her mother. There were never any men at the house, only a few uncles that came by but didn’t stay long. She had one lady friend, Mrs. Armstrong, that came by on a regular basis to have coffee and cake but other than that, Beverly was the only constant companion her mother had.

And she never got over the rape. She never arrived at a healthy place where sex was a good thing with someone who loved you. Maybe she thought that no one could love her because of the rape. Maybe her mother truly was sick. Something else popped into her mind. Her mother was sabotaging her weight issues on purpose, keeping her fat to keep her ugly and unwanted. She’d harp on her to lose weight, then shove a package of cookies or bag of potato chips into her hands. Why didn’t I see that?

And then, sex. Beverly clearly remembered when her school had sent home information and a permission slip for the sex education portion of her health class. Arletta Johansson’s first answer was a resounding NO. Beverly didn’t need to know about sex. She wrote as much down on the permission slip and had Beverly take it back to school. Her health teacher, Mrs. Pinyon, gave her a sad look and called her mother later that day. Whatever she’d said changed her mother’s mind and she was allowed to attend.

Beverly felt enlightened after the class and entrapped the rest of her life. Graduation and college brought no one. If she did meet a guy who happened to call, Arletta would somehow make sure that he never called again. Then she opened the shop with her friend Sarah and became a businesswoman and was able to escape the smothering confines of her mother’s house. But she still ate, unable to escape the emotional confines.

“Beverly?”

She hadn’t realized that she was crying again. “I’m okay, James.”

“I still want you to come to Seattle with me.”

“Still? After all this?”

“I’ve known about this for a week now, Bev. If anything, it’s made me love you more.”

“Love?” Her voice was small, wrapped around such a big word.

“I think so.” He said softly, turning to face her and taking in the exotic slant of her eyes and the beauty that shimmered within. “It certainly feels like it.”

“How do you know?”

“Because I’ve only felt it a few times.” He leaned closer. “And it was never as strong as this.”

Beverly closed her eyes and accepted his kiss, falling into the softness of his mouth and the tender caresses of his tongue against hers. She felt his hands sliding over her body, circling her nipples lightly and squeezing her buttocks, pressing her against his hardness. This is what love feels like.

As she gave herself over to James’ lovemaking, her tears dried quickly and Beverly Johansson broke the bonds that tied her to her mother’s grief and moved away from it forever.

*****

The water was hot and smelled of roses. Petals of white, pink and red floated on the bubbly surface and swirled around Ashley as she stepped in. Kevin reached his hand out to Kelly Jo, as he’d done with Ashley and watched as the two women settled themselves in the oversized tub, then stepped in himself. He had never seen anything as beautiful as his sister and her lover. Kelly Jo’s honey-blonde hair was piled on her head as was Ashley’s dark hair, ringlets hanging around their beautiful faces. I’m in love with two women! His heart skipped a beat at the realization and he couldn’t help the silly smile that curved his lips.

Kelly Jo handed Ashley two glasses and poured the champagne, adding a third glass for herself and watched with lust-filled eyes as Ashley crossed the broad expanse of tub and gave Kevin the glass. She moved over as well, straddling his other leg and rubbing her already hot cunt on his thigh. Kevin smiled at her, grabbing her by the chin and pulling her in for a rough kiss. Ashley’s hot mouth scorched a path along the underside of her chin and neck as Kevin ravaged her mouth, sucking her tongue in and biting gently on it.

Ashley heard Kelly Jo’s whimper and dipped her hand under the water, gliding along her stomach until she found her pussy, parting the turgid lips and pushing a finger inside. Kelly Jo trembled, opening herself to Ashley. Ashley pressed another finger in, using her other hand to pinch her nipples and make them hard buds. Kevin’s fingers met hers on Kelly Jo’s breasts and she rubbed the backs of his hands, letting him have her skin.

“Let’s wash and get out of this tub.” Kelly Jo whispered and the threesome washed themselves and each other quickly, dried off and dashed for the bed, tangling together in a heap of hot flesh, open mouths and roaming hands.

“Fuck her first, Kevin.” Ashley was surprised to hear her voice so deep and husky. “She needs to be filled.”

“Let’s both fuck her.” Kevin winked saucily over Kelly Jo’s shoulder and Ashley arose, grabbing his robe and disappearing for a few minutes. While she was gone, Kevin went back to work on his sister, pressing her onto her back and resting his hard prick in her creamy cunt and sliding it up and down her wet trough. He took her mouth in a kiss again, moaning against her lips as the sensitive head of his cock mashed her swollen clit and her cunt juice coated the underside of his cock.

“Oh, Kevin.” Kelly Jo whispered. “I love you and Ashley so much!”

“Good.” He murmured huskily, glancing over her shoulder and pulling her back into a deep kiss, flipping onto his back in the process. “Sit on my cock, sis.”

Feeling lightheaded with passion, Kelly Jo pushed back onto her haunches and slowly lowered herself onto his slick prick, groaning as each inch of hard cock split her cunt open and buried itself in her warm, wet depths. Just as she reached the hilt, she felt Ashley’s warm hand on her back and the head of the strap-on nudged the pink blossom of her asshole. “Ash.” The plastic penis pushed gently and slowly slid into her ass. “Oh!” She felt so full that she shook with an unexpected orgasm. She rocked on Kevin’s thick spear, leaning back against Ashley and gasping as Ashley’s hands pinched her nipples.

“Feel me inside you, baby?” Ashley whispered in Kelly Jo’s ear, flexing her hips and driving the cock deeper into her bowels. “Feel Kevin’s cock inside you?” Kelly Jo’s body shook in pleasure. “We love you, Kel. We’ll always fuck you like this.” Kelly Jo’s head turned and Ashley took her tongue into her mouth, pressing against her back and helping her move up and down on Kevin’s pole.

Kevin gasped, feeling the head of the other penis through the thin skin of Kelly Jo’s body. Her pussy was soft and wet, welcoming him in and grabbing him tightly. He watched the byplay between his sister and Ashley and wanted to join but he couldn’t while on his back. He reached forward instead and pressed his thumb against her clit, rotating in a slow, heavy circle. 

Kelly Jo exploded first, wrenching her mouth from Ashley’s and screaming as she came. Ashley came soon after, her own fingers working in her sore snatch and Kevin erupted in seconds, pumping his cum deep into his sister’s pussy. Kelly Jo reached back and kissed Ashley until the woman was gasping for breath. Ashley slid the strap-on out of Kelly Jo’s ass and both women lay down on either side of Kevin.

“This is the beginning of our new life together.” Kelly Jo said, intertwining fingers with Ashley over Kevin’s stomach. “I, Kelly Jo Marcus, take you, Ashley Swenten, as my lawfully wedded wife.”

“I, Ashley Swenten, take you, Kelly Jo Marcus, as my lawfully wedded wife.” Ashley whispered, looking into Kelly Jo’s eyes and smiling when they filled with tears. With hope in her heart, she turned to Kevin, her voice softer and full of uncertainty. “I, Ashley Swenten, take you, Kevin Marcus, as my lawfully wedded husband.”

Kevin took a breath and blinked against his tears, taking her hand in his. “I, Kevin Marcus, take you, Ashley Swenten, as my lawfully wedded wife.” As Ashley began to cry, Kevin took Kelly Jo’s hand in his other hand and pressed a kiss to the back. “I, Kevin Marcus, take you, Kelly Jo, as my lawfully wedded wife.”

“Oh, Kevin, I want you, too!”

The threesome lay together, sexually spent, emotionally effusive and for the first time in their lives, each seeing a future that they could have and be happy in. Ashley kissed Kevin deeply, her hand rubbing Kelly Jo’s stomach and Kelly Jo kissed her, squeezing Ashley’s hips.

“So where do we do go from here?”

Kevin gathered his sister close to him and both turned to Ashley. “Ashley has to decide to move in with us.” Ashley looked back and forth between their lovely eyes. “She has to decide that I’m her man and that you’re her woman and we all live in our house together.”

Ashley thought about her life before this contest. She thought about her step-father’s love and her mother’s disdain, the stint in the youth colony, meeting Matthew and now … Kevin and Kelly Jo’s love. “If I agree, can I leave whenever I want?”

“Absolutely.” Kelly Jo smiled, touching her cheek. “But you’d break our hearts if you did.”

Kevin’s reddened eyes met hers. “I kind of thought that you might like to marry me and we could have some kids … “ He saw the change on Ashley’s face before she realized that it had happened. “It’s completely up to you. I love you and I know Kel loves you and we wouldn’t want anyone else in our lives other than you.”

“Just you, Ash. Just you.” Ashley stared at them for a moment. “Nothing has to be set in stone. We can do things when we’re all ready.” Kelly Jo softly touched her cheek. “We just don’t want to lose you. We love you, Ash. Stay with us as long as you want,” The tears in Kelly Jo’s face were heartbreaking. “But know that we want you to stay with us forever.”

Ashley smiled faintly, her heart still reticent about truly trusting people. But deep inside, in her soul, she knew that she had found the answer to her problems. She knew that she had found her true loves.

“I love you both, too.” She wiped her tears away, bending towards Kelly Jo’s cum-filled snatch. “I love you, too.”



Wicked Game Ch. 17



Kevin awoke first. He stretched languidly and just lay back with a huge smile on his face. Last night, he’d made love to two women. A milestone in anyone’s book, but in his, it was the epitome of milestones. His sweet sister, Kelly Jo and his love, Ashley. Never in his entire life would he have thought that his secret dreams would have come true. Never. He thought about the night they’d all shared. The passion, the joy, the pleasure. The connection. The sweet kisses he’d shared with Ashley while Kelly Jo lay drifting into sleep. Looking into Kelly Jo’s eyes and cumming inside her. He couldn’t have wished for a better life. Now, only if he could convince Ashley that she was loved, really loved …

Kelly Jo stirred next. Her body was plastered against her brother’s back, her lips near his ear. She kissed his neck and sighed in heavenly pleasure. What a night! Her pussy was sore and her asshole was still throbbing from the thorough drubbing that Ashley had given her but she didn’t care. She was in heaven. Ashley had singled her out for a special session while Kevin slept and recharged his batteries and she’d never been loved with such … thoroughness. Ashley made sure that every inch of Kelly Jo’s body had been tasted and every orifice lovingly cleaned with her tongue. God, how she loved Ashley …

Ashley felt the thick, heavy arm draped across her waist and for a long moment, she trembled in fear. Until the arm lifted and the hand lovingly stroked her hip and stomach, gently cupping her sex, one finger parting the cleft and resting within. Kevin, her heart whispered. Such a wonderful man. Such a loving man. Could this really be what love was? If it was, she never wanted to be without it again. She never wanted to be without Kevin again. With Matthew dead, she had enough money to be on her own. She could sell the house and do some traveling. But who would come home to? An empty hotel room?

“Good morning.” His soft whisper tickled her ear and she let out a little moan as Kelly Jo’s hand slid over Kevin’s, pressing his finger deeper into her awakening fissure. 

“Morning.” Ashley arched against him, loving the feel of his strong arms around her and Kelly Jo’s soft fingers on her skin. “I feel like I’ve died and gone to heaven.”

“You have.” Kelly Jo cooed, moving over them until she was on the other side of Ashley.

“I’ve come to a decision.” Ashley said quietly. “And I hope you won’t be too disappointed.” She took a breath. “It’s been a long time since I had my freedom and with Matthew gone … well, I’m free and I want to stay that way for awhile.”

“Ashley, we’d never … “

“I know you wouldn’t.” She touched Kelly Jo’s face, seeing the tears building in the woman’s eyes. “It’s just that I have some things to work out. Things inside myself.”
 “We could help you.” Kevin said softly.

“No, you couldn’t. I have to do this myself or I’m no good for anyone.” Ashley sighed. “We’re so good together in bed. How do I know that we’ll be good outside of it?”

“We don’t.” Kelly Jo murmured, fighting her tears. 

“No, we don’t. But if we’re going to have any chance at all, I want to make sure that I’m right … “ She turned so that she could look into Kevin’s eyes and grimaced at the hurt she saw there. “For all of us.” Kelly Jo began to sob and Kevin’s eyes filled with tears as well. “I think I’d better go back to my room.”

Kevin watched Ashley dress, his arms around his sister, his heart bleeding. He wanted so much to grab her and take her back to bed, but he knew that she was right. If he could be man enough to let her go now, she would return when she was ready and then they could begin their lives together. But would she return?

Ashley turned and met Kevin’s eyes. “I love you.” 

And she left.

*****

The phone rang just as James was cumming. Beverly groped for the instrument, shaking in the throes of her own orgasm and willed her voice to stop its trembling. 

“Hello?”

“Yes, this is Amara, the manager. I have an envelope for your group and I thought Mr. Weathers would be the person to call but he’s not in his room. Would you be willing to come down and get this?”

“Sure, I’ll be right there.” James slid off her and lay silently for a moment, then began to giggle. Beverly gave him a playful punch, grinning herself. “What’s so funny?”

“I never heard anyone squeak through a phone call.”

“I couldn’t help it.” She snuggled up to him, loving the way his arms immediately went around her. “You always feel so good inside me.”

“God, Beverly.” James sighed. “I wish I’d have met you when I was younger.”

“You wouldn’t have been ready for me then.” He looked down into her eyes, wondering how she could have known that. “Things happen for a reason, James. It’s best not to question it. Just accept that you have it now, that we’re together now.”

“Beverly … “ James touched her cheek and she turned her head, pressing a kiss into his palm. “I don’t deserve you.”

“Yes, you do.” She smiled into his eyes. “Now you deserve me.”

So smart. He leaned down and touched his mouth to hers, drinking in her love and being filled with her hope.

*****

“Would you hurry up? We’re going to be late!” Shane yanked his pants up and shoved his feet into his shoes, watching Jaime fix his hair for the fifth time. “Jesus, now that you are a fag, you’re acting like one.”

“What’s that mean?”

“Too much primping.”

“Don’t you want me to look good?”

Shane stepped up behind him, running his hands over Jaime’s hard body, remembering what lay underneath the cotton and polyester of his shirt and pants. “You look good enough to eat now.”

Jaime turned in his arms, kissing him passionately. “I thought we were going to be late.”

“We are.” Shane murmured against his lover’s mouth. “But I just can’t seem to get enough of you.”

“Speaking of that, we never discussed what we’re going to do when we get home.”

“What’s there to discuss?”

“Well, are you going to move in with me or me with you or … “

“Jaime, we can’t move in together.”

The blood drained from Jaime’s face. “What?”

“Jaime, I’m the quarterback of the football team! I can’t just suddenly move in with a guy!”

“But … but I thought … “

“Jaime, I love you but we can’t do it like that.” Jaime stared at his best friend and lover for a long moment. He had known deep in his heart that this would happen, that there was no way that they could be happy, that they could be a couple. “Jaime?”

“Come on. We’re going to be late.”

Shane followed him out of the room, wondering how he was going to resolve this situation.

*****

“Where’s Nathan? Isn’t he supposed to bring us the letters?”

“I don’t know where he is.” Beverly answered Shane. “The woman at the front desk called and asked me to pick this up.”

“I thought we had our last tasks.”

“Me, too.” Kelly Jo said, glancing over at Ashley who gave her a soft smile.

“Just open the damn thing!” Jaime growled and everyone paused to look at him, especially Shane.

Beverly opened the envelope and read the card. “Each of you has completed the requirements to claim the final reward. Each of you will receive $500,000 for your participation in the scavenger hunt.”

“All right!” Shane exclaimed. Kelly Jo and Kevin hugged each other, Kevin’s eyes meeting Ashley’s.

James held up his hand. “Hold on. There’s more.” 

“However, I have a personal favor to ask of you. Task number fifteen. Those of you who agree to participate in this task will receive another $500,000, making the total of your reward a cool million dollars.” Beverly paused while those words sunk in. “If you choose not to participate in this task, you may leave now with your half million and my thanks. You will not be allowed to know what the final task is.”

Beverly glanced around the table, taking in everyone’s faces. Jaime glared at Shane, expecting him to get up but he didn’t.

“I guess I’ll leaving.”

“Jaime! Wait!” Shane called after him but the young man didn’t stop. 

Ashley laid her hand on his shoulder, giving him an understanding squeeze. “He’ll come back.”

“No, he won’t.” Shane whispered. “He’s gone.”

“Do you want to leave, Shane?”

Shane thought about Jaime, torn between his lover and the end of the game. Jaime would understand. Jaime would wait. After the task, he would go find him and fix things somehow. “No. I’m staying.”

“Okay. Are we all staying?” James asked and got head nods from everyone at the table. “Okay, honey. Read the rest.”

“My personal task is for the group of you to kidnap Nathan and show him a good time. He has done an excellent job in his duties for me and I’m sure that you feel the same way about him. In this envelope, you will find the keys to a van and a key card for the Presidential suite at the Excelsior Hotel. I’m sure you all can put your heads together and come up with a plan.”

“Wow! Kidnap Nathan … “ Shane murmured.

“And show him a good time.” Kelly Jo smiled. “I think we can do that.”

“I’m not gay, though.”

“Oh, Kevin. That’s not what matters.” Kelly Jo said. “What matters is that this is a personal favor to someone who has enriched us beyond our wildest dreams.”

“And for someone who helped to save my life.” Ashley piped up, her eyes wet with unshed tears.

“And someone who offered me some great advice.” Shane added.

“Me as well.” Kevin sighed. “All right.”

“Whatever we do in the Presidential suite stays between us.” James met each person’s eyes as he spoke. “This will be our last time together.” 

“One giant orgy?” Beverly squeaked.

“Yes, but with Nathan in the center of it.” Shane grinned.

“Okay.” Ashley grinned. “What are we waiting for?”

*****

Nathan Wordsworth sat back in the reclining chair and sighed. It was almost over. Part of him was happy because the whole thing had been kinda strange but the money was phenomenal. But he also felt sad. He had come to care for these people after spending nearly a month with them. Shy Beverly, brooding James, enthusiastic Shane, victimized Ashley, protective Kevin and free-spirited Kelly Jo. Six people that had come together as strangers and had included him in the circle of the friendship that they had created, with an occasional perk.

However, he was feeling horny. Part of his instructions on receiving his final pay was that he was not to have sex of any kind, not even masturbation, or he would forfeit the $250,000. It had been hard. So hard that he would stroke himself to the brink and go to sleep in agony, just to remind himself that he was alive. He laughed, wondering what the first woman he got after this would think when he fucked her to the brink of death. She’d probably wonder if he’d recently been released from jail.

“Mr. Wordsworth?” He looked up at the hotel employee. “We have a problem.”

Nathan leaped up and followed the young woman into the parking area where his limousine was stationed. And there, he found the problem. The front side panel of the limo had been crushed and the tire was flat. “Oh, my God! What happened?”

Suddenly, there was a screech of tires behind him and two men dressed in black grabbed him, yanking him backward into the open side door of a van. He started to shout but someone put a square of gauze over his face and the world quickly swam out of focus.

Ashley put an envelope into the young woman’s hands. “All the instructions are inside. If you have any questions, call me at the Excelsior.”

“No problem. Thanks.”

*****

Nathan slowly awoke and was surprised to see James, Beverly, Shane, Ashley, Kelly Jo and Kevin sitting naked in chairs around the bed. He was even more surprised to find that he was also naked.

“Uh, what’s going on, folks?”

“Task number fifteen.” James said, arising and walking toward a large iron tub that held twelve bottles of champagne. Beverly followed, picking up glasses and handing one to each person. Ashley picked up a second bottle, standing ready to reload James when the bottle he held was emptied.

“Task number fifteen? There is no task number fifteen.”

“Yes, there is, Nathan.” Shane crawled onto the bed, lying facedown next to Nathan. “It’s you.”

“Me?”

“Yes, Nathan. You.” Kelly Jo sat next to Shane, rubbing her hand down his back, then moved her hand to Nathan’s lightly-furred abdomen. His nearly eight-inch thick cock began to unfurl itself, reacting to her touch. “We were asked to kidnap you and show you a good time.”

“But … but I can’t have sex. I was specifically ordered not to.”

“Well, Nathan, there’s six of us.” Kevin took a gulp of his champagne. “You can’t fight us all off.”

As if by one mind, all six of them moved forward, hands reaching for Nathan’s dark flesh. Nathan nearly dropped his glass as Ashley’s tiny hand wrapped around his rigid pole and began to stroke him firmly. It had been too long since he’d come and he couldn’t hold it back now. He heard himself shout and saw Kelly Jo and Ashley bent over his erupting cock, trying to catch his load. Both managed to catch some. The next spurt landed in Ashley’s breasts, then on Kelly Jo’s breasts and the two women released him, standing to share the bounty with their teammates.

Shane didn’t hesitate to lick a portion from Ashley’s chest. He let his lazy tongue migrate over to her nipple and gave it a few licks and a good hard suck before standing. She rewarded him with a smile. James and Beverly both bent to lick Kelly Jo’s breasts, meeting in the deep valley and kissing. Kelly Jo sighed as together they tongued each of her nipples into hardness. Kevin chose the other side of Ashley’s chest and lovingly applied his tongue to her flesh. He stood and they gazed at each other for a long moment.

“I’ll miss you.”

“Will you?” Her voice was soft.

“I have no choice. You have my heart.”

Shane knelt and licked the remainder of the cum from Nathan’s broad chest, then took his limp cock and started sucking it back to life. Beverly leaned over Nathan’s face and presented him with one of her huge breasts, rubbing the hard nipple across his lips before allowing him to suck it into his mouth. She moaned along with him, glancing back over her shoulder to catch James’ eyes as he pressed his fingers into her already wet hole.

Kelly Jo knelt behind Beverly and removed James’ fingers, replacing them with her tongue. Beverly shouted in delight at the feeling of a tongue on her quivering flesh. Her orgasm took Kelly Jo by surprise at the quickness of it but she greedily licked up every bit of the woman’s thick cum, sucking until she shook in climax again and again. James moved behind Kelly Jo and sank his prick into her moist hole, reaching underneath to frig her clit. In no time, Kelly Jo was screaming her climax to the ceiling, with James not far behind, emptying his load into her clutching pussy.

On the other side of the bed, Ashley and Kevin were kissing passionately, trying their best to merge their bodies together. Kevin pulled back, examining her lovely face for a moment. “As much as I’d like to continue, we’re here for Nathan.”

“Okay.”

Ashley moved beside Shane and began to lick Nathan’s large balls, moving up and joining Shane in licking his now erect cock. Nathan moaned in response. Kelly Jo climbed onto the bed and straddled his face, pushing James’ cum out of her hold and into Nathan’s mouth while she pulled Beverly forward for a deep French kiss. Kevin stepped over a recovering James, who had returned to his seat and slid his cock into Beverly’s tight snatch. Beverly shook with the sensations he was unleashing and pushed back into him with zeal. Ashley straddled Nathan’s cock, Shane behind her, guiding the thick black prick into her sopping hole.

“Oh, yes!” Ashley’s sigh was echoed by Beverly, who received Kelly Jo’s moan as Nathan’s articulate tongue cleaned her cum-filled snatch. Beverly wrenched her mouth away as Kevin drilled her into an orgasm that made her body tingle. Kevin gave her fat ass a slap, growling as he filled her cunt. 

Nathan felt as if he were floating outside his body, watching these people having sex with and near him. He’d never felt anything like this. Kelly Jo moved off his face, deep throating Shane and sucking him to a climax while Ashley rode Nathan to another quick one. 

For several minutes, the only sound in the room was of heavy breathing until James popped the cork on a bottle of champagne, wearing only a huge smile. 

“Anyone for seconds?”

*****

Morning came too early for the group. Probably because they had returned to their hotel at four in the morning, exhausted, drunk on champagne and with sore body parts. Nathan was delirious, at least that’s how he felt. First Ashley, then Kelly Jo, then Shane, then Beverly had made love to him in various ways. James and Kevin had allowed him to suck them off, which excited the shit out of him and James had even plowed him with Ashley’s strap-on. Task number fifteen had been well and truly fulfilled.

Beverly snuggled next to James, her head high in the champagne-lined clouds, a beatific smile on her sleepy face. Yesterday, she had fucked Kevin and Shane, who told her that she was the first woman he’d ever slept with and finally James. And she surprised herself by sucking Ashley’s pussy while James was reaming her ass. She had found out a lot about herself, about sex and about who she was. And much more about what she wanted out of life and wanted for her life. She was now certain that she wanted a life with James and that she wanted to become his wife and one day, bear his children.

“Beverly?”

“Mmmm, yes?”

“We should get up. Our plane leaves at one.”

“You got tickets already?”

“Nathan did.” James looked down at her. “Why, have you changed your mind?”

“Not at all. I was just thinking about my mother.”

“We’ll see her soon enough. I want to get you settled into my home. No, scratch that.” He pressed a kiss to the top of her head. “Our home. And besides, I don’t think you’re ready to handle confronting her yet.”

“You’re probably right.” She sighed, wrapped in his strong arms.

“I am. Will you trust me?”

Beverly couldn’t help the smile from her lips. “With my heart and my life.”

*****

Shane stood at the window, looking out at the beauty of the beach as tears rolled down his cheeks. He had returned to an empty room this morning. A note and his class ring lay on the pillow along with his favorite Cleveland Indians T-shirt that Jaime had worn to bed every night. It was the note that had caused his tears.

Dear Shane, I’m sitting here, feeling like a piece of shit. Why? Because I now realize that the few days we had together was nothing but a dream; a wonderful dream from which I have unfortunately awakened from. When you get back, I will be gone. I can’t live across the hall from you and see you every day without thinking of the warmth of your mouth and the softness of your skin against mine. I can’t go to the same college, knowing that you might appear around any corner, at any time and wrench my heart into pieces. I am a gay man. I am not willing to hide my love for you. Indeed, I can’t.

Maybe, if God or destiny wills it, we will cross paths again and perhaps we can continue what we’ve started. Until then, you will always have my heart as I hope I will always have yours. I love you. Jaime.

He had cried himself to sleep, clutching the shirt and inhaling Jaime’s masculine scent, wishing that he was next to him. That he could touch and kiss him and tell him how much he loved him. He only had one more year left of school. Should he sit out his last year? Transfer to another school? Shane knew that he needed to work this out. There was no way that he was going to live his life without Jaime. 

A few weeks ago, Shane Kingsley, star quarterback and golden football god, would have run away screaming from a situation like this. He would have gazed at his friend every day, kept him near in a brotherly friendship and finished out his college days as a gridiron hero. Now, he wanted nothing more than to finish his college days with Jaime as his partner. If that meant that he would have to sacrifice his football career, then he would have to work through that. He had to have Jaime’s love and support.




Wicked Game Ch. 18



Shane was extremely nervous.

He had made a triumphant return to Marshall, much to the delight of the cheerleader core and his football buds. Everyone asked where he’d been. He just said that he’d been on vacation. He didn’t tell them about the hefty cashier’s check that he’d deposited in the bank this morning. He didn’t tell them about the sexual escapades. And he certainly didn’t tell them about Jaime. The first thing he’d done was to run up to his room, only to find it empty. No note, no message. He even went to the newspaper’s office to see if he was still there, but his cubicle had been cleaned. All anyone knew was that he’d left.

His conversation with Jaime’s mother, Deloris, had cleared a lot up. She said that Jaime had transferred to another college and was getting himself settled into his new life. She also knew that something had happened between them and had asked if they were lovers. Shane answered her. He had a feeling that she’d known about their mutual attraction for awhile and was just waiting for one of them to consummate it. She had no problem with it. Jaime’s father was still in deep denial but never turned his back on his son. He just preferred not to hear about it.

It had taken Shane less than a week to get back into the hang of classes but everything was different. He was used to seeing Jaime in the morning on the way to the showers, giving him all the latest dorm gossip and showing him pictures that he’d taken the previous day. Each morning, there was no Jaime. There was no Jaime to accompany him to the cafeteria, no Jaime to talk to at night, no Jaime to give him confidence before a game. No Jaime. Period.

He didn’t like it. He called Coach Jacobs and made an appointment with him. Now as he sat outside the coach’s office, he was very nervous. He planned to end his football career today and he had no idea how the rest of the day was going to pan out. Everything rested on the coach’s shoulders.

Penny, the coach’s secretary, came out, a stack of papers in her hands. “Coach Jacobs will see you now.”

“Thanks, Penny.” Shane strode into Coach Alton Jacobs’ office, sat in a chair and waited for him to get off the phone. He thought about the first time he’d sat in this smelly, sweat-drenched office and wondered if this would be the last time. 

“You wanted to talk to me, son?”

“Yes, sir.” Shane swiveled around to make sure that the door was shut and seeing that it was, he continued. “You know that I’ve been on vacation.”

“Yeah, where’d you go?”

“It’s a long story but I ended up in the Bahamas and I discovered a lot of things about myself.”

Coach Jacobs sat back and observed his star quarterback, knowing from instinct that this young man had something important to say. Something that obviously mattered a great deal to him. Shane Kingsley had always been a stand-up kid, long on talent and no-nonsense wits and Jacobs was determined to give the kid a chance, no matter what the problem was. “Go on.”

“I don’t want to take up your precious time, coach. I have a problem. I want to share it with you but I have to have your assurance that the nature of my problem won’t leave this room.”

“Hold on a second.” Jacobs thumbed the intercom at his elbow. “Penny, would you get myself and Mr. Kingsley a Dr. Pepper?”

“Uh, yes, sir.”

Jacobs knew that the Dr. Pepper was only in a machine that was a twenty minute walk away. And he knew that Penny knew it. He waited a few minutes, making sure that she’d left her desk before turning his eyes back to Shane. “All right, Kingsley. You’re clear.”

“Sir, to put it neatly, I’m gay.” It took a full 30 seconds for the impact of the words he’d spoken to reach the coach’s brain. He knew that Jacobs felt the words but he wanted to see his body language. The coach’s eyes narrowed and he sat back in his chair, chewing on his ink pen’s lid. “Did you hear me, coach?”

“Yeah, I heard you. I’m just … digesting.”

Shane patiently waited for the coach to look back up at him. When he did, he continued. “I’ve given my heart and soul for this team for the last three years. These last few weeks, I’ve learned that my heart is in a different place and belongs to someone that I care very much about.”

“Jaime Scott?” Jacobs laughed at Shane’s expression of confusion. “I’ve known about your friendship with Jaime for a long time. He’s quite a photographer.”

“Uh, yes, sir.”

“We do a lot of research about our athletes before we invite them to come here. Alvin and I have been keeping an eye on you just to make sure that you didn’t embarrass us or yourself and you seem to have done a good job.” Jacobs sat forward. “So what is it that you want to talk about?”

“I don’t know how to say this but I am extremely fond of Jaime.”

“Thank you for not saying ‘I love him’, even though I can see it in your face.”

“Yes, sir.” Shane took a breath. “Jaime’s left the university and I came here to tender my resignation.”

“You’re going off to find him, is that it?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Let me say a few things. Number one, what’s going to happen when you find him? He didn’t just leave without a reason.”

“I don’t know, sir. I’m hoping that he’ll come back.”

“And after that?”

“He wanted to move in together and I said that that wouldn’t be a good idea.”

“Well, at least one of you was thinking with the right head.” Jacobs chuckled. “The second thing I can say is that Alvin and I have no problem with your sexual orientation. You don’t seem the type to broadcast your business and I know you have a good heart. If you were to find Mr. Scott and bring him back here, there would be some basic rules that we would want you to adhere to. Rules I’m sure you wouldn’t have a problem with.”

“Yes, sir.”

“The third thing is that you have to remember that you’re here on a scholarship. If you leave this university, you lose it. You only have a year left.”

Shane scratched his head, thinking about Jaime’s soft lips. “So what are my options as you see them, coach?”

“I’m going to tell you what I think as if I’m you, Shane, so listen up.” Jacobs sat back and took a few moments to formulate his words. “If I were you, I’d do the following. First, I’d continue my education and scholarship here at Marshall. Number two, I’d find Jaime and bring him back. And number three, I’d talk to the coach about alternative off-campus housing. Lastly, when I brought him back, I’d install him in my new residence, live a quiet life until I graduated, then continue my life and leave this place far behind.”

A thrill of hope raced through Shane as he swallowed past the lump in his throat. Coach Jacobs was going out on a limb to accommodate him like this. “Alternative housing?”

“Apartments that the coaching staff have been given for use by football athletes who are married or get married in the course of their athletic and academic studies here.” 

“Sir, I’m not married not likely to be.”

“No, but Anna is pregnant, is she not?”

Again, Shane stared at him in shock. “Uh, yes, she is.”

“Then she will do. She would be more than happy to sign the papers for you and Jaime to live in the apartments as long as you allow her to keep the monetary supplement.”

“I have no problem with that.”

“Good.” Coach Jacobs scribbled on a pad. “I’ll arrange a two bedroom apartment for you with the explanation that you require additional security due to your elevated position on the team.”

“And Jaime’s presence? How will you explain that?”

“He’s been your best friend for three years. Will people suddenly expect him not to be?”

Shane felt his innards trembling as he realized that all of his dreams were coming to pass and from the most unexpected places. He had fully expected to leave this office as an ex-quarterback and college dropout. He would be leaving as a starting quarterback, college senior and soon-to-be happy citizen. 

Jacobs saw the change in Kingsley and released his breath in a grunt. Shane was one of the best quarterbacks that Marshall had ever seen. He knew that he’d go at the top of the draft and fortunately, the kid knew what his gender preference would do to his career and it would have been a real shame to see Shane throw his NFL potential away. He might not be able to walk down the street with Jaime but they could certainly have a life. And Anna, who was devoid of a husband, would surely welcome someone to help her with the baby.

“Well, what are you waiting for?”

“Nothing, sir.” Shane stammered, still deep in thought. “I was just thinking that I need to find out where Jaime is.”

“Bennington College.” Jacobs stood, shoving a well-chewed stub of cigar into his mouth and lighting it. “Alvin says that it’s gay-friendly.”

“I didn’t know that there was such a thing.”

“I didn’t either.” Jacobs said. “That’s why Alvin is paid so well to be my assistant.”

There was a knock on the door and Penny strode in, cold Dr. Peppers in her hands. Shane took his and drank it quickly down. Jacobs opened his and drank thoughtfully. “Thank you for your time, sir.”

“Never a problem, Shane.” The coach sucked on his cigar, blowing acrid smoke into the air. “When you find him, let me know. And I’ll let you know what’s going on with the apartment scene.”

“Yes, sir.” Shane extended his hand with a smile. “Thanks again, sir.”

Jacobs, a self-avowed homophobe, looked into the clear eyes of his favorite quarterback and took his hand. “Like I said, never a problem. Just get to me first, eh?”

“Yes, sir.”

*****

Jaime felt a little funny. It had only been two months since he’d left Marshall and while he was glad that he’d found a gay-friendly college, he was having a hell of a time fitting in. It was so much easier at Marshall. But then, it was only easy because he’d met Shane. A lump welled up in his throat as he thought about his best friend. He missed him so much. He missed their drunken conversations. He missed their food fights. He missed their lovemaking. He just missed Shane’s presence. Just knowing that he was across the hall was always enough for him. Until he’d kissed him. Until he’d felt the passion wielded by Shane and had been swallowed in its inferno.

But he had to continue with his life and this mixer was his first step in the social direction. A gay-themed party with the appropriate electronica and neon lights. Jaime moved along the gaily-decorated walls, watching the muscle-laden twinks dance and wishing that Shane was here. They’d be laughing their asses off and having a good time. He wished he was having a good time.

Someone across the room caught his eye. Tall, maybe six foot. Blonde hair that flashed like silver in the disco lights. White pants, probably denim and a silk shirt, open to nipple level. Eyes searching, examining every face as if looking for one particular person. Oh, my God! The person crossed the dance floor, searching the occupants, then looking on this side of the room. When the eyes settled on him, Jaime felt his mouth suddenly dry up. It was Shane.

Shane saw Jaime trying to hide in the shadow and smiled, striding toward him. His old friend and lover didn’t have the courage to speak to him so he knew that he’d have to convince Jaime of his intentions. “Jaime.”

Jaime tried to pretend that he didn’t hear Shane but he couldn’t stop himself from meeting his eyes. “What are you doing here?”

“You know what I’m here for.”

“What?”

“You, of course.”

“I’m not interested, Shane.”

“Of course you are.” In his entire life, Shane had never used his looks to his advantage but he did now. He bent close so that Jaime could smell his cologne and brushed his lips against Jaime’s cheek. “You’re just mad at me and you have every right to be angry with me.” Shane lowered his voice. “But I love you and I’m not leaving here without you.”

“What about your precious game?”

“It’s over.”

“And the football team?”

“Everything’s been taken care of. I’ll tell you later. Right now, you have to come with me.”

Jaime growled in anger. “I don’t have to go anywhere.”

“No, you don’t.” Shane relented. “I guess I can go back to school and find someone else.” Shane waited for Jaime’s reaction. “I guess you don’t love me any more.”

“That’s not fair!”

“No, it’s not, but what do you expect me to do? Wait around for you to make up your mind?” Shane took a breath. “Do you know a place to have a drink and some food around here?”

“Sure.”

“Then let’s go and talk.”

Jaime looked up into Shane’s eyes and knew he had already lost the entire war, fuck the battle. “Okay.”

Jaime allowed Shane to drive him to a diner on the other side of town called Mickey’s. Shane ordered a Heineken with a lime and twenty wings with suicide sauce. Jaime laughed, knowing that the sauce would give Shane the runs in the morning and ordered a shot of Don Pablo and a chicken burrito.

“It seems nice here.”

“It is.” Jaime felt stupid trying to make up conversation with Shane. Shane had always been able to talk him under the table, even when they were drunk. “It’s very nice.”

“And how is it without me?”

Jaime fought to find arrogant words to feed Shane but he was being nothing but a gentleman. Jaime knew that he couldn’t fight his ex-lover, but he didn’t want to be easy. “Lonely.”

Shane checked the emotion in Jaime’s face. “How do you think I’m feeling?”

“I don’t know.” Jaime bit into his burrito. “You seemed to be fine when I left.”

“Jaime, I love you.” Shane didn’t want to show his hand right away but he just couldn’t wait to take Jaime in his arms. “Being without you has been driving me crazy.”

“Yeah, right.” Jaime laughed. “The football demi-god Shane Kingsley?”

“Jaime, you know I’ve never traded on my abilities. And you know that I never will.” Shane finished the last of his wings, carefully wiping his hands and swallowing the last of his beer. “Look at me, Jaime.” He waited until the photographer was looking at his face. “I came here to get you and bring you back to Marshall. Everything is set up for us. All you have to do is come back.”

“And my scholarship? I gave it up.”

“Dr. Means in the scholarship office said that he’d let you back as long as you’d consent to train his secretary to work Word 2000.” Jaime laughed, then met Shane’s eyes again. 

Shane threw a twenty on the table as he stood. “I’m staying at the Marriott and I’ll be leaving at checkout time, eleven o’clock. If I don’t hear from you before then, I’ll assume that you don’t want me.” Shane’s heart jumped at his own words. “I’ll wait to hear from you.”

Jaime sat at the table and watched Shane leave, feeling his heart breaking a second time. What do you want? His bruised heart asked. Jaime knew.

*****

Shane returned to Marshall with his tail between his legs and his heart in tatters. Jaime hadn’t shown up at the hotel nor had he even called. Again, Shane had cried himself to sleep, thinking that the sheer force of his charisma and the depth of his love would be enough to sway Jaime’s heart but it hadn’t worked. Three long weeks passed and Shane struggled through finals, watching while everyone else made their summer plans and preparations and he was only looking forward to a lonely new apartment.

He got a summer job with a reputable computer firm and prepared to get drunk every night. His first week at the job was hard but he was glad to have done it. The experience it would give him would be something that he couldn’t get anywhere else and it was near his home, a perfect deal.

When he’d arrived home late on a Saturday night, two weeks after he’d gotten the job, he received quite a surprise. The lights were on in his house and a strange car was in his driveway. He parked behind the intruder, concerned that he was being robbed and used his key to open the door.

A short set of stairs led up into the kitchen, dining and living room, bathroom and one bedroom. The remaining full bathroom, master bedroom and storage space was located downstairs. On the end of the banister was a letter with a calla lily taped onto it.

Dear Shane, It took me awhile to get everything arranged but I am back at Marshall. I haven’t signed up for a summer dorm room because I wanted to believe in what you told me the last time that we saw each other. That you had everything ‘set up’ for us. I got into town and Coach Jacobs told me about your new apartment and gave me a key, in case you’re wondering how I got in. 

I have prepared dinner for us tonight so that I can hear what you wanted to tell me last time we met. I hope you still want to tell me. I’m in the kitchen. Cold wine is waiting. Please join me. Jaime.

Shane dropped his briefcase in the hallway and trotted up the stairs, tossing his keys into the silver key dish that Jaime had bought him. Jaime was in the kitchen, an apron around his waist and the most delectable smell emanating from the oven. He was diligently tearing lettuce for salad, adding it to a bowl of carrot shavings, black olives slices, shredded cheese and tomato wedges and dousing it with raspberry vinaigrette.

“Hi.”

Jaime didn’t know how to react and his emotions got the best of him. Shane opened his arms and Jaime walked into them, burying his face in his lover’s chest and trembling with relief. “I’m sorry, Shane.”

“Quiet.” Shane whispered, hugging Jaime to his body, inhaling his scent and thanking the powers that be for his good luck. “Don’t be sorry for anything, Jaime.”

“But … “

“Will you shut up?”

Both men laughed after a moment and Shane released Jaime, touching his cheek. “Go take a shower and change your clothes. Dinner’s almost ready.”

After a shower and a wonderful dinner of garlicky lamb chops, Brussels sprouts and salad, Jaime sat on the couch with Shane, sipping sauvignon blanc and nibbling on Thompson green grapes and cantaloupe chunks.

“Is it true?”

“Yep. This apartment is ours. I can finish my education and play for the team and you can take pictures for the paper and finish your education.”

“And after that?”

“It’s up to us.”

Jaime took a breath. This same dream that he’d prayed so fervently for just days ago was coming back to life. “Us?”

“Yes. Us.” Shane set his glass down. “I’m tired of the bullshit. I want you to bring your stuff and put it into the other room by tomorrow afternoon or I’ll kick your ass.”

“You’ll kick my ass?”

“Yeah. Your ass!”

Shane grabbed Jaime’s arm, sending the glass flying and trying his best to pin his friend. Jaime laughed, recalling all the times they had wrestled like champions. Now, it was different. It wasn’t so much who could pin who. Shane knew it. He pinned Jaime to the carpet and pressed his mouth against his, biting his tongue and nibbling his lips. Jaime gasped and with a surge of power, he pushed Shane over onto his back, lowered his head and applied his lips and teeth to Shane’s throat. This time, Shane gasped, feeling his prick twitch anxiously in his pants.

“You give up?”

“Yeah.” Shane opened his mouth to Jaime’s kiss, running his hands through his hair. “You win.”

“What did I win?”

“Whatever you want.”

“I want you inside me.” 

Jaime’s words brought Shane’s eyes up to meet his. “Are you sure? You’ve never … “

“I know. I trust you, Shane. I know you won’t hurt me.”

Shane gazed into Jaime’s eyes, then reached up and touched his cheek. “I would never hurt you.”

They kissed all the way downstairs to the master bedroom and took the time to slowly strip each other’s clothes off, admiring every inch of uncovered flesh. Shane pulled Jaime onto the queen-size bed and kissed his way down his trim body until he reached his stiff cock. This would be Jaime’s first time and he wanted to make it as perfect as he possibly could. He kissed the soft skin just above his pubes, gently nipping and drawing hisses from Jaime. “Shane, you don’t have to.”

“Will you shut up?” He shot Jaime a playful grin and bent over his cock, swallowing it in one long pass.




Wicked Game Ch. 19



When the plane touched down, Beverly suddenly felt scared. No, she was terrified. What the hell have I done? Arletta’s voice popped into her head. I’ll tell you what you did. You got out of my control, you fucked a man, you participated in an orgy and now, you’re a kept woman! Beverly shook her mother free and smiled. Nope. I became a woman. But she was still petrified. James’ hand tightened over hers, giving her a gentle squeeze.

“You okay?”

“No, but I’ll fake it.”

James smiled, raising her hand to his lips and giving the back a tender kiss. “You’ll be fine, Bev. I won’t let anything hurt you.”

“I know that, James, but I have to fend for myself. I can’t always let you protect me.”

James glanced over at her, shaking his head. That omniscience once again. She was good at analyzing things. “No, but I always will.”

Beverly grinned. “So what are we going to do first?”

“Go home and drop the luggage off, visit the bank and get our accounts taken care of, then do some shopping.”

“Our accounts?”

“Yes. We have to deposit these cashier’s checks.”

“I know, but you said accounts. Plural.”

“Well, I thought you’d be happier with your own account. We can open a joint account if you’d like.”

“No, I don’t want, either, James. I want you to have my money.”

“What? No way!’

“James, it’ll pay for rent, groceries and other expenses.”

“Beverly, that’s your money. You worked hard for that money. It’s yours!”

“But James … “

“No. There’s no way in hell that I’d take your money.”

“James … “

“No.” Beverly sat back in the seat, looking at him. “Now, I think you should have your own account. Especially since you’ll be starting your own store. Don’t you think?”

She was well and truly terrified now. Her own account? She never kept the bills for the shop. Sarah did that. How would she manage? James would think that she was an idiot. “Yeah, you’re right.”

“And when we get a little time, I’ll show you how to use Microsoft Money.”

“What’s that?”

“An ingenious program designed for dumbasses like me. It handles your accounting for you.” Beverly grinned. “You have to enter the information but it pretty much does the rest.”

“Thank God for that!” James laughed with her, hugging her to him.

The disembark light came on along with the pilot’s announcement. “Time to go, Bev.”

Time to go, Bev. No truer words had ever been spoken. She just hoped that she was strong enough to live up to them.

*****

James’ penthouse was gorgeous. When they’d first arrived, Beverly had felt as if she was in a museum with the marble columns and granite floors. She was very surprised to find that James hated it.

“You hate this place? Why?”

“It’s too cold.” James heard the words leave his lips and was inwardly surprised to have said them. When he’d first found this place, everyone swooned over its majesty and the women beat a path to his door, wanting to spend the night in a place meant for a sultan. “When I look at this place, I can’t see you being comfortable here.”

“Oh, but James, it’s so beautiful!”

“What’s beautiful about it?” Beverly couldn’t answer him right away. She was seeing the place in her head, filled with warm woods, glittering crystals and maybe some tribal art. The way it was decorated now, it was very dark, like an elaborate mausoleum. “I think I should sell it.”

“No, James!” She exclaimed, touching his arm. “Please don’t. I think it can really be wonderful.”

James looked at her for a long moment. “It can be?”

“Oh, yes!” 

As if guided by an unseen hand, Beverly began to tell him what she’d do with the apartment and he was surprised that he could see her vision so clearly. Everything that she talked about from the floor coverings to the window treatments seemed to fit and would make the place spectacular. “Sold!”

“What?”

“You’ve sold me, Bev. Our home is your first project.”

“Really?”

James nodded. “Just think. You do a spectacular job and you’ll have Seattle’s finest and wealthiest eating out of your hand. And then maybe, you should open a home decorating business instead of a clothing shop.” He put his arms around her from behind, tucking his chin into her shoulder as they looked out over the Seattle skyline. “And we can rule the city.”

Beverly smiled, pressing against him. Yes. We can rule the city.

*****

James Weathers went back to work the following day. As he’d said, Chris had been able to handle his spot and the young man had done a good job, although there had been a faux pas or two but every career suffered those and he said as much to the young man. His co-anchor, Grace Wilding, was surprisingly subdued, but he knew that she was just biding her time and waiting for her opportunity to repay him for Beverly’s comments in Tahoe. He hoped that Beverly would be with him. Not to reply to her, but to give him her support.

A month went by and then two and Beverly settled into her new life and took the house project by the horns. She was amazed to find out what she could do and as a result, the house became her soul. As it developed, she developed. As it changed, she changed. And after three months, the Beverly Johansson everyone knew had been replaced with the Beverly Johansson that she wanted to be: trimmer, more confident and absolutely in love.

“Are you nervous?”

“What do you think?” Beverly checked her makeup for the fiftieth time and James grabbed her hands. “You look like a million dollars, hon. You’ll be fine.”

“James, I’ve never done anything like this.”

James smiled into her eyes, his mouth watering over her appearance. The gown was peach with a large drape holding her ample bosom in and cascading to the floor. No one could imagine that this immaculately dressed woman had been sitting on his face a few hours earlier, howling like a rutting animal as she rode his tongue to glory. No one would imagine that she had then sucked his cock into her mouth and painted it like a picket fence, swallowing every ounce of his cum with a wicked smile.

“Barbara, you’ve done a fantastic job with the house. I couldn’t imagine living any where else now. You’ve made my house our home.” Tears sparkled like jewels in her beautiful eyes. “But something is still missing.”

“Missing? What’s missing?”

“This.”

The world stopped.

Beverly hadn’t realized that she’d stopped breathing until her lungs started hurting. James lifted the 2 carat platinum ring from its satin and velvet box and sank onto one knee.

“You are what is missing.” James felt his throat constricting with tears. “You, Beverly.”

“Oh, James.”

“Would you do me the honor of becoming my wife?”

“Oh, God, James! Are you sure?”

“Yes. I don’t want to live my life without you.”

Beverly crumpled into his arms as he slid the ring onto her finger, kissing her hand as he did so. It was all so perfect, so very perfect. “Oh, James.” She whispered, kissing his ear.

“Now, go have a great showing. I’ll be waiting for you.” James hugged her still-fat body to his. “And don’t lose any more weight, will you? I like you fat and sassy.”

She smiled at him. “I’ve just been busy with the house, James.”

“Well, it’s done now. So please … don’t lose any more.”

With a final kiss, Beverly left James in the kitchen and joined the group of sixteen of the area’s most influential designers and home builders. The tour took nearly an hour and a half and James followed, lending his celebrity to the credibility of the project without eclipsing her. And she did wonderfully. She explained every detail of the changes she’d had made to the place, showing the designers that she knew her products and the builders that she was aware of feng shui and the non-mystical way that it could be applied.

At the conclusion of the tour, James welcomed everyone into the kitchen and everyone mingled while nibbling on salmon canapés and crab dip. He was astounded when Solomon Brady, a designer, made him an offer of $1 million dollars on the place. The old James Weathers would have accepted the offer and looked for a new place to create a bachelor pad but the new James Weathers knew that this was his home. All because of Beverly.

Phil Hardestal, an old friend of his from way back, sidled up to him, begging a champagne refill, then gave him a nudge. “So you’re into black ones again?”

James was surprised at the ire that arose, coloring his face. “Phil, color doesn’t matter.”

“It did once upon a time and it certainly does with DeNiro.” Hardestal emptied his glass and poured his own refill. “Does she swallow?”

“Phil, at the risk of sounding ungrateful for your presence here, I am going to say this very politely: fuck off.”

“Geez!” Hardestal gave him a hard stare. “You don’t have to be so touchy.” He stopped for a moment. “Wait a minute. Don’t tell me you’ve fallen for this one?”

“Lock, stock and barrel. Check out her hand.”

Hardestal saw the ring but could hardly believe it. “She must be one helluva fuck for you to give up your freedom.”

“Who said I was losing my freedom? Hardestal, being a tomcat is a lonely existence. I’m not losing my freedom. I’m gaining it.”

“You’ll be the only man on earth to ever say that.”

“That’s because they don’t know how to pick a good woman.”

“And pray tell, how do you do that?”

“You use your heart.”

Hardestal brayed in laughter, tossing his head back. “She’s sure got you snowed.”

James ignored his boorish friend and gazed raptly at his fiancée. “You’ll never know, Phil. You’ll never know.”

*****

Beverly had made a momentous decision.

They’d married in Hawaii, James laughing during most of the ceremony because the outlandish hat that she’d insisted on wearing kept getting blown into the surf. After the fourth or fifth time, Beverly didn’t care any more. She held her hair back from her face as she accepted her first kiss as Mrs. James Hawethorne Weathers.

They’d only been back for a month. It had taken Beverly that long to get an appointment with a gynecologist and have a complete check-up. Flying colors, Dr. Bennet had said. It’s your decision. 

When James arrived home that evening, he was pleasantly surprised to find Beverly at the door, a frosty gin and tonic in her hand and a smile on her face. He had been happy to see her eating again and was pleased to see that she had gained a little of the weight back. This evening, she had dressed to seduce him. The lemon corset she was bound into pushed her huge breasts up until they spilled over the tops, fat black nipples begging for his immediate attention.

“Mmmm.” He bypassed the drink to suck one of those nipples into her mouth and thrilled to hear her moan of pleasure. “I think you missed me.”

“You know I did, baby.” The endearment morphed into another moan as his mouth found the other nipple. “I’m guessing that you like my outfit?”

“You guessed right. What’s the occasion?”

“Our one month anniversary.” James grinned and pulled her into a deep kiss, sliding the long grey box into her hand. “You remembered!”

“Are you kidding?” He touched her cheek, getting lost in her beautiful eyes as he always did. “I couldn’t be happier. Now open it.”

Inside rested a 5 carat diamond and sapphire tennis bracelet. “Holy shit!”

James laughed, slipping it onto her wrist with a soft kiss. “I have a bit of good news as well.”

Beverly threw her arms around him, kissing his face like an excited child. “What’s that?”

“I’ve been named National News Anchor of the Year.”

“You’re kidding!”

Beverly broke out the champagne and served it with the dinner she’d prepared: James’ favorite fried chicken, black-eyed peas with ham slivers, collard greens and fingerling pepper vinegar. James ate like a famished man, knowing by the look in her eyes, that it was going to be a long night. When she gave him a second helping of peas, she had reached down and had given his hard prick a squeeze. After the key lime pie dessert, she took the whipped cream can and decorated her nipples with two large dollops.

“Want a little extra whipped cream?”

James shoved his face into one mound of cream, letting his tongue search through and find her pebbled nipple. Her shudder told him that she was enjoying his ministrations and he moved to the other nipple, repeating his actions. While he ravaged her breasts, his fingers searched for the ties to the corset, loosening and allowing even more of her breasts to fall into his face. After a little more work, the corset fell away, leaving Beverly naked, except for a tiny thong and thigh-high stockings.

“Let’s go to bed.”

Beverly didn’t resist. Grabbing another bottle of champagne, she let him lead her up to the bedroom and made undressing him quick work. She almost laughed when she realized that she still got excited at his touch. Her pussy was already leaking when he slid two questing fingers into her hole.

“Jesus, you’re already wet!”

“I can’t help it.” Beverly replied, wrapping her fingers around his prick. “You’re such a turn on.”

James chuckled, licking his fingers. She pushed him onto his back and kissed her way down his chest, pausing a moment to nibble on his nipples, before slowly wrapping her lips around his cock. She never tired of sucking his cock. She loved the sounds he made, the guttural growls and helpless whimpers. She loved the musky smell of his meat coupled with the uniquely sweet scent of his cum. Beverly quickly took him to task, grazing him from time to time with her teeth and using her tongue whiplash his prick into submission. Pre-cum dribbled onto her tongue and she swallowed every bit, cupping his balls and giving gentle tugs in combination with her sucking.

“Oh, baby.” James could only gasp as needles of extreme pleasure pierced his cock wherever her teeth grazed. He shook, forcing himself to hold his control. He didn’t want to cum yet. He wanted to bury himself in her wet, black pussy and let her suck his tongue into her mouth. Oh! Just the thought of that was making him harder. He gritted his teeth and growled, wrestling with himself as she sucked on the fat head of his prick, licking it like a lollipop.

Beverly sensed that he was getting near and pulled her mouth away, letting her hand slide up and down his spit-washed shaft, keeping the tension level high as she massaged the skin between his ball sac and his asshole and received a groan. Working in a circular motion, she let her finger move closer to his hole, then circled around it with a firm stroke. When she was certain that he was ready, she pushed her finger in, taking him back into her mouth at the same time.

James arched with a shout; not of pain, but of pleasure. His prick throbbed between her lips, marching toward the edge as her finger rubbed his prostate. Then, as quickly as the ecstasy began, it stopped. She sat smiling down at him. “Not yet, big boy. It’s my turn.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

James had learned that Beverly adored being eaten out. All he had to do breathe on her cunt and she practically came. He approached her pussy the way she loved: pushing her legs apart like a conquering hero, licking and biting his way up each thigh and settling himself at her juncture before getting to work. He started with the tip of his tongue, reaching out and pressing just inside the top of her cleft, mashing her swollen clit down. She screamed in delight. He did it again, a slight smile creasing his face as pussy juice started to leak from her hole. Just two touches and she came.

Still using the tip of his tongue, he pressed past her enflamed outer lips, snaked through the inner lips and found her sweet, hot center, beginning a slow slide down into her weeping honey pot and pushing inside. Beverly gasped and shook as she came again and James rubbed her tongue up, targeting her clit, giving it a flick and sliding down again. She shook again. By the time he’d completed five circuits, from top of slit to bottom of hole, Beverly had cum seven times. He kissed her pussy before arising, holding himself over her.

Quivering with aftershocks, Beverly reached down and gave her husband’s thick cock a few loving strokes and guided him into her clasping hole. His handsome face contorted in pleasure as he sank into her warm, wet depths, a shuddering sigh escaping him. She raised her hips as far as she could and settled herself onto the pillows he tucked under her ass and wrapped her arms around his neck, moving with him.

“Oh, James.”

James always started out slowly, enjoying the feeling of friction on the sensitive skin. He looked down and bit his lip at the sight of his hard, white pole slipping past the pink lips of her brown pussy. It was so exciting. Fuck! Think about something else! It wasn’t working, especially not when she pulled her thighs apart, trying to wedge them back toward her ears and he saw more of her pink slit, with his prick swimming in cunt juice.

“Beverly, why do you do this to me?” 

He knew the answer to that. Because I love you. That fired him up even more, sending tingles tripping up and down his spine and she shuddered to another orgasm. Her arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him down into a soul-stealing kiss that torched him down to the soles of his feet. Beverly, sweet Beverly. He felt the familiar tingles creeping up his spine and broke the kiss to look down into her eyes. My wife.

Beverly gazed up into James’ dark eyes, feeling his love pouring into her soul. She’d watched dozens of romantic movies but nothing compared to this. This is love. Tears pricked her eyes. This is really love. She closed her eyes, captured his mouth and groaned his name as she came again, her body vibrating.

James came right behind her, his heart speaking to her through his touch and his taste. His toes were still stuck in a stiff curl as he crawled off and cuddled beside her. 

Beverly pulled him close, ruffling his hair and sighing in sated release, wondering if her decision would come to fruition.

*****

“Our National News Anchor of the Year, James Weathers!”

The banquet had been a long affair but Beverly had worked her way through it. She’d never been to an affair like this and at first, she’d been overwhelmed by the attention lavished on her as Mrs. James Weathers. Of course, some of that attention had been negative, especially from Grace Wilding. She’d learned that Grace had still wanted James and was furious that he’d marry a black girl. That bit of negativity was buried under requests for her design services and compliments on taming the wild man known as Jack.

The after-party going full blast when Beverly took James out to the balcony to enjoy the bright lights of the city. “Beautiful, isn’t it?”

“It certainly is.” James was thinking back to the Beverly Johansson he’d met all those months ago and compared her to this edition. That Beverly was sloppy, depressed and had no self-esteem. This Beverly was elegant, well-spoken and had a smile that lit her smoky eyes from within. She was still heavy, but she dressed better and her gorgeous hair framed her dimpled face. 

She graced him with the special smile that she reserved just for him. “Not me, knucklehead. The city.”

James stepped behind her and wrapped his arms around her, pressing a kiss against her shoulder. “I’ve always loved Seattle’s skyline. I love it more now that I have someone to share it with.”

Beverly gave him a gentle squeeze, turning in his arms. “I have a gift for you.”

“You do?”

“Yes.” She reached into her purse, drawing out a long, flat case. “Can’t a wife give her husband a gift, especially since he’s National News Anchor of the Year?”

James laughed and accepted the case, lifting the lid and pausing in shock. He could barely hear her words, the blood was thundering so loudly in his ears. I thought this would be the perfect gift … Nestled in the soft folds of midnight blue velvet was a pregnancy tester with a huge plus sign in the center. “D-Does this mean what I think it means?”




Wicked Game Ch. 20



The taxi drove away, leaving Ashley standing in front of his house. At least that’s what she remembered it as. The house that she’d escaped from. It sat dark and imposing, the windows glaring emptily at her, daring her to come inside. But there is no Matthew here. Yes, she remembered that. She had a certified copy of his death certificate in her suitcase and his ‘effects’ in a manila envelope that the coroner had given her. Still, this was her Bates Motel, Hell House, House on Haunted Hill … pin any name on it, it was the stuff of her nightmares. Get a grip, Ashley. Get a fucking grip!

“Yeah. Fuck you!” 

She felt better after screaming at the house. She wasn’t sure what the rest of the neighbors thought but she knew that she felt better. She took out her keys and grabbing her suitcases, she strode down the front walkway and opened the door. The house was musty, filled with secrets and lies, all of which she aimed to air out. She locked herself in, took a tour as if she were a stranger and opted to sleep in the guest bedroom, a room that had never ever been used. And slept like dream.

The next morning, she began her cleansing and she started with Matthew’s toys. Her former husband had prided himself on having great toys, all the more to fuck her up with. The huge Rubbermaid box took all of 45 minutes to drag up the stairs and out into the backyard and when she opened it, she nearly vomited. Shit-encrusted dildoes, semen-stained latex clothes and blood-stained clamps littered the box, along with several pairs of her ripped Victoria’s Secret undergarments, also blood and cum-stained. His trophy box.

The contents of the box went into a roaring fire that she’d built in the old hollow oil drum that she found behind the shed. Along with that went CDs and DVDs of violent porn, sheaves of printed material and various bondage and torture magazines. It took her the better part of a day to clean all of that out of his private study. Once the fire had been safely doused for the evening, she found more items in his study. 8mm movies, snuff films and other such vile paraphernalia of a person obsessed with sadistic sex cluttered the room and she piled it all in the fireplace and roasted marshmallows over the crisping carcasses.

It would take Ashley a total of six days to rid the house of any vestiges of Matthew’s vile presence. Even the bedroom had taken several hours to clear. He had tons of photos of his naked conquests hidden about. Young women and men bound in compromising positions and sometimes whipped or scourged, their eyes glazed and blood running freely. The amount and the depth of the matter she found made her cry for a few days. She wouldn’t cry of the loss of her former husband; she would cry over the fact that she never really knew him. It terrified her greatly.

After two weeks, the house was clear of any abomination and she finally felt that she could sleep in the master bedroom. But it was eerie. Echoes of past activities bounced around the walls and fell across the sheets, giving her the impression that the room needed to be exorcised. Fuck it. She thought. The entire house needed it.

Unable to sleep, she reached into her backpack and extracted a journal that she’d kept during the game. On the very last page was a group of phone numbers. One of the belonged to Kevin and Kelly Jo Marcus.

She glanced over at the receiver and thought about calling them. Kelly Jo would be so happy to hear her voice. She’d tell her how much she’d missed her pussy and how she dreamed about drinking her love juice. Ashley would reply, saying how much she’d missed Kelly Jo rubbing her perfumed cunt over her face and how much she missed using the strap-on on her. Next, Kevin would jump on the line and Ashley would swiftly regress to childhood, to the days when a call from a boy was akin to a case of cooties.

Kevin was the type of boy that no one saw in school. He was athletic and competitive, but was never a joiner. He had always remained with his sister and had steered clear of trouble. He would have been the kind of boy that Ashley would have been drawn to. Quiet and reserved, but with passion that was displayed toward a sport. And later, that passion would have been shown towards her. His depth of character and personality would have far outweighed the fact that he was not ‘popular’.

Ashley hadn’t realized just how much she missed his sister and him until she viewed the phone number. The sex was magnificent but the companionship had been first-rate also. Kelly Jo was so brash and self-confident, Kevin so intelligent and observant. Two complementing peas in a pod. And he asked you to come with them. And she had declined. She had things to do, such as seeing to the disposition of this house and other administrative tasks that came along with having a dead husband.

It was three o’clock in the morning. Would Kelly Jo and Kevin be thinking of her?”

*****

Kevin shoved his tongue deeply inside his sister’s golden snatch and flicked it along the inner walls. Kelly Jo moaned loudly. “Oh, fuck, Kevin! I’m so close!” He knew how close she was. He knew her body like his own. He knew that she liked long, hot baths which was why he’d prepared one for her after her long flight from Kansas City. He knew that she liked pizza with extra cheese, pepperoni and jalapeños and had ordered a large deep dish version when the taxi had dropped her home. Finally, he knew that she loved having her pussy tongue-fucked and after cumming, she’d welcome him into her body as she had every night since they’d returned.

This evening, she was close but something was different. There was a tension in the air that raised his hackles uncomfortably and he was feeling it in his sister’s nubile body. She seemed almost desperate, grasping for an orgasm that was purely sexual. And then, he knew that she was missing Ashley, too. 

He thrust his tongue in, tasting her tart sweetness and rubbed his nose against her clit as he plundered her cunt, wildly sucking her lips and drinking her juices. When she came plummeting back to Earth, he gave her a tender kiss and watched her burst into tears.

“Has she called?”

“No, sis. She hasn’t called.”

Kelly Jo wailed louder, her body curling around his. “Why, Kevvie? Why hasn’t she called?”

“I don’t know, honey. She said she’d call when she was ready.”

“What if she’s never ready?”

He didn’t have an answer to that because he asked the same question of himself and had come up empty. “I don’t know, Kel, but you still have me.”

“I know, Kevin. I’m sorry if I seem ungrateful.”

Kevin stroked the line of her soft jaw and gave her a tender smile. “I miss her, too, Kel. Don’t be sorry.”

His kiss was soft, filled with concern and protection. Kelly Jo didn’t want that. She wanted violence. She wanted pain. She wanted to forget the only woman she’d ever fallen in love with and the broken heart that that woman had left behind. She thrust her tongue into his mouth, giving him the signal that she wanted it a bit rougher than usual. He’d know what she wanted. He was her brother.

Kevin was surprised to feel the intensity of her kiss after she’d cried over Ashley but he understood it. They both loved the woman deeply but Kelly Jo shared a woman’s bond with Ashley; something that only women and children shared together. It was strong and emotional and Kelly Jo had felt every bit of that separation since the last day. He flipped her onto her stomach and pulled her knees up, baring that lovely shaved pussy for his usage. He couldn’t resist licking those pouting pink lips and spent several more minutes praising their puffy virtues before he sank his prick between them.

Kelly Jo let out a low moan and shivered with pleasure. She loved how Kevin filled her so completely. She felt the fat, rounded head of his cock and his stiff shaft parting her juice-laden cunt lips and moved back against him, welcoming the almost painful force of his hands on her breasts as he took her from behind. He only slid into her a few times before he removed his majestic prick and hastily pushed it into her asshole. She screamed in pain but shoved her ass back against him, accepting the breech, her body trembling.

“Oh, God, Kevin, I want her.”

Kevin plowed her ass, plunging in deep and almost completely pulling out. “I want her, too, sis.” Thinking of Ashley, Kevin couldn’t control his load. With a gruff grunt and a hard pinch to her cheek, he emptied himself into his sister’s ass, sighing as she came, too, her asshole milking the last drops out of his prick. Afterward, they lay together silently, tears staining their pillows.

“She has to come back, Kevin.” Kelly Jo sobbed, slowly falling into the deep well of sleep. “She has to!”

Kevin could find no adequate response. He simply held her close and added his tears to hers.

*****

Five long months passed by. Kevin was pleased to be busy with more convention work than he and his sister had ever seen but his daily thoughts were on Ashley, wondering if she was okay. Kelly Jo stopped talking about her but Kevin knew that she hadn’t forgotten. Her distracted eyes and her detached lovemaking told him the real story. The sexual connection between them was eroding, all because of their love for her.

He was arguing with a banner vendor when his cell phone rang. He wanted to continue the argument but the call was more important at the time. He flicked the instrument open. “Hello?”

”Hi, Kevin.” The breath caught in his throat at the sound of Ashley’s voice.

“A-Ash?”

“Yes, it’s me. How are you?”

A million answers swam through his head before his heart won out. “Lonely. Missing you immensely.”

Her voice cracked down the line. “I’ve missed you, too.”

“Are you well?”

“Yes.”

“And have you taken care of your business?”

“Yes.”

“Then, will you return to us?”

“Do you still want me?”

“Oh, yes, Ash. We’ve never stopped.”

Silence ensued for a few long moments. “Are you sure?”

“Yes, Ashley. With all my heart and all Kelly Jo’s heart.”

She didn’t reply right away. “Tell Kelly Jo that I called and that I love her.”

“I will.” Kevin fought the urge to convince her to come home to him. “We’ll be waiting, Ash.” Kevin closed the phone, afraid to hear her voice again. 

*****

Two weeks after she’d called Kevin, Ashley received a call from Matthew’s lawyer and attended a final meeting. The will had not been contested. He had laughingly completed on because the Human Resources department of Matthew’s employer had required it for insurance purposes and Ashley had been the largest benefactor. Matthew had left some girl named Shirley a special pair of underwear and had bequeathed $1000 to the Democratic Fund. Otherwise, Ashley owned the house, its contents, the Lexus and nearly $450,000 worth of stocks, bonds and cash. Added to the money she’d won during the game, she was comfortable.

She decided to sell the house. The ghosts that haunted it were more than she could bear and she got a fair price. She sold the furnishings along with the structure so all she had to do was to pack up her personal belongings but she came to the quick realization that she really didn’t have much. She could buy new clothes and household furnishings. Indeed, she could buy a new house. But everything revolved around Kevin and Kelly Jo and about how much she loved them.

She knew the answer. It was time to go home.

*****

Kevin set the crate of red impatiens down next to the white ones and went back for the third crate, this one of pink impatiens and stopped halfway down the driveway when the silver Lexus pulled up to the curb in front of the house he shared with Kelly Jo. His sister was on her hands and knees in the flowerbed, preparing holes for the incoming plants and when she didn’t hear Kevin’s footsteps, she turned and looked over her shoulder, seeing the car.

Ashley stepped out of the car, fifteen pounds heavier and with honey-blonde pin curled hair, her eyes meeting Kevin’s.

“Ashley!”

Kevin tossed the flowers aside and shucked off his gloves, running headlong for her. When he reached her, he whirled her around, his joy evident in his shout. Kelly Jo joined them a moment later, wrapping her arms around Ashley and crushing her close. All three remained locked in a three-way embrace for several minutes, hands stroking and tears flowing until Ashley pulled back.

“You look marvelous!”

“I gained some weight.” Ashley sniffed, arm-in-arm with Kelly Jo. “I ate a lot of fast food.”

“That’s all right.” Kevin smiled. “I thought you were a little on the skinny side, anyway. I’m so glad to see you. And I know Kelly Jo is, too.”

“Before we go any further,” Kelly Jo stepped back a bit, her hand grasping Ashley’s. “Are you here to stay?”

Ashley looked from Kelly Jo’s tear-streaked face to Kevin’s red-rimmed eyes and smiled. “Yes. If I’m still welcome, I’m here to stay.”

“Oh, my God! Are you kidding? Kevin and I have just about lost our minds waiting for you!” Kelly Jo embraced her again.

Now Ashley’s tears flowed and she allowed the weariness of her time alone to finally affect her. No longer would she have to bear her emotions alone. She would have Kevin and Kelly Jo to lean on and to share with. “I’m so tired and I have so much to tell you … “

“Why don’t I take you upstairs and get you settled in? You can take a nice long bath and then stretch out for awhile until dinner.”

“Oh, Kel, I don’t want to impose on my first day here.”

“Ashley, it’s not imposition when someone loves you.” Kelly Jo kissed her cheek, letting her tongue quickly caress flesh and smiled wickedly when Ashley gasped. “Besides, there’ll be plenty of other times when we’ll impose on you.”

Ashley smiled. “I’ll look forward to it.”

While Kevin danced around the yard like a crazed man, Kelly Jo took Ashley into the house, gave her a quick tour and started the bath for her. Since the third bedroom had boxes piled in it, Kelly Jo told Ashley to take her room. She and Kevin would clean the other room out tomorrow. Ashley had started to say something but Kelly Jo stopped her. She knew how important it was that Ashley have her own space, whether she spent time in it or not. Ashley quivered with tears at that knowledge, the knowledge that Kelly Jo would care enough to ensure her happiness. After she’d left, Ashley had taken a bath and lay down, blissfully drifting into dreamless sleep, Kelly Jo’s scent surrounding her.

It was much later when the caress of a roughened palm awoke her. She kept her eyes closed, but reacted to Kevin’s touch, pushing the covers aside so that he had access to her entire body. “I came to wake you for dinner. Are you hungry?”

“Oh, yes.” She answered huskily. “How about a little appetizer?” She took his hand, pressed a kiss to the palm and ran it down over her trembling stomach until he reached her pussy, her legs spreading wide. Kevin needed no further instruction. He ran a thick finger down her dewy slit, steadily increasing the pressure until she was writhing in pleasure. “Kevin, stop teasing me. Please. I haven’t cum since the last time we were together.”

“Really?”

“I wanted to wait for you and Kel.”

He slowly pushed his finger into her tight hole, loving the long, low moan of pleasure that escaped her. “No more waiting.” He whispered, adding a second finger and moving a little faster. Pussy honey began to leak from her hole and she came on his sixth stroke, clamping her thighs closed and riding the wave of pleasure as he wiggled his fingers inside her heat. She released his hand moments later, gasping for breath and shaking with pleasure. 

“No more waiting.” Kelly Jo echoed, stepping out from her place in the shadows. Meeting Ashley’s eyes, she took her brother’s hand and greedily sucked the sticky cum from his fingers, then bent to drink straight from the well.

Ashley arched with a scream of pleasure at the touch of Kelly Jo’s lips. She felt the stabbing tip push into her steamy folds, searching for her clit and wrapping around it. She shouted again as her teeth gently nibbled the tiny bud alternately laving it, then sucking on it. Ashley couldn’t stand it, especially when Kelly Jo shoved two fingers into her sopping hole. Her orgasm broke in a thunderous wave, tumbling her beneath its dark surface, keeping her under until she came gasping to its surface, trembling and exhausted with the effort. She came so hard that she nearly passed out.

Kevin kissed his sister’s cum-drenched mouth, licking Ashley’s precious juice from her cheeks and reconfirming their connection and love for each other. “I’ll meet you downstairs.”

Kelly Jo and Ashley dressed for dinner, joining Kevin in the living room. Ashley felt like a princess and was determined to return their favors and attention. After dinner, she turned to Kelly Jo. “No dessert?”

“I bought an apple pie, if you want a slice.”

“Naw, I have a better idea.” Ashley arose, unsnapping her halter top and letting the dress slide to the floor. “How about a piece of my pie?”

Kevin nearly leaped from his chair, striding over and pulling her into his arms. His insides shivered at the feel of her tongue on his and her naked body in his arms. God, he had waited so long for this, for her. “My room.” He instructed softly, sweeping Ashley into his arms and heading for the stairs. “Come on, Kel. Let’s welcome Ashley to our home.”

Kevin deposited Ashley onto his bed and he and his sister approached her from both sides, tongues sliding across Ashley’s soft skin, meeting in the middle and exchanging kisses between each other before returning to their labial exploration. Ashley wriggled on the bed, her legs opening and the scent of her arousal assailing his nostrils. The sweat beading on her skin and the sweet smell of her perfume made his prick harden to stone, anxious to bury itself in her weeping cunt. 

Ashley reached up and guided Kelly Jo’s mouth to her own, luxuriating in the silken feel of another woman’s mouth and succumbing to the heat of another woman’s passion. She felt as if she’d been in the desert for a hundred years and Kelly Jo’s mouth was a fountain, a live-giving freshet of cold, clear water, slaking her thirst. She moaned as Kelly Jo’s fingers slid gently down her throat and moving softly, caressing her breasts and encircling her nipples. The charge in her touch sent sparks coursing up her spine and she sucked Kelly Jo’s bottom lip inside her mouth, rubbing her tongue against it.

Kevin moved across Ashley’s body to plant an open-lipped kiss on Kelly Jo’s mound, lifting her leg so that he could fully access her moist slit. He heard his sister’s moan as his tongue parted her pussy lips and pressed inward, tasting her like a morsel of fine meat. She released a small flood of juice, tangy like lemon, that coated his tongue like fine dessert curd. He lapped up her juices, then moved over to Ashley, delving into her dripping pussy and was amazed to find that both were similar in taste. Lemony, salty-sweet, warm, tasty.

Kelly Jo thought she was going to pass out from the sheer pleasure of it all. Ashley’s fingers were roaming her breasts, tweaking her nipples, bringing a teeth-jarring edge to the kiss they were sharing and the orgasm Kevin gave her. She lay down on her back and slid Ashley on top of her so that their pussy were stacked. Kevin grinned and spent the next twenty minutes sucking and licking each pussy until they were cumming.

Kevin pulled Ashley off of his sister and laid her aside, plunging his tongue into Kelly Jo’s mouth and whispering in her ear. As Kelly Jo moved away, Kevin straddled Ashley, gazing into her eyes, rubbing the head of his prick on her ready slit. Kelly Jo moved in, eagerly licking Ashley’s wet gash and the rubbery head of her brother’s prick. As Kevin slid into Ashley, Kelly Jo, flicked her tongue across Ashley’s clit and moved behind her brother to spread his ass cheeks and slide her tongue into his tight hole.




Wicked Game Ch. 21



WICKED GAME: DR. NOONE (FINAL) 

*****

FINAL TRANSCRIPTS OF WICKED GAME, INAUGURAL SESSION
Dr. Nathan W. Noone, Ph.D.


PARTICIPANT ONE: 	SHANE KINGSLEY
Shane Woodrow Kingsley, age 22, quarterback.

Mr. Shane Kingsley came to us presenting classic symptoms of being depressed. He was twelve years old when he came to our office. He was a young man, quiet and taciturn in the hands of his mother. Mrs. Joanne Kingsley, age 49, presents classic obsessive-compulsive disorder symptoms. The object of her obsession is her son, Shane. The father, Mr. Hugh Kingsley, died 4 years ago due to complications attributed to pneumonia.

Mrs. Kingsley called the office on June 21, three weeks ago, because she was concerned that her son, Shane, was becoming a homosexual. When questioned about the provenance of this declaration, the information concerning Mr. Hugh Kingsley came to light.

Mr. Hugh Kingsley had been married to Joanne Kingsley for 18 years when he requested a divorce on the grounds of irreconcilable differences. It seems that at the age of 51, he decided that he was gay, thus triggering the mother’s disorder. As the only child, young Shane bore the brunt of his mother’s ‘acting-out’, witnessing the mood changes associated with her illness and his talent in the game of football provided him with a way to escape the confines of her dictations. 

Unfortunately, for him, Mr. Shane Kingsley discovered, at the age of twelve, that he had homosexual tendencies and accepted the therapy in the hope that what he learned would aid him in his journey towards becoming a homosexual man. During his sessions, he stressed that his mother was not to know of his gender declaration. 

In the end, he decided that being a homosexual man was not something that he could deal with, especially being in the high-profile position of a quarterback at a prestigious university. Last contact with participant was over a year ago, when Mr. Shane Kingsley expressed that he would rather expire than contemplate a life without his potential life partner, Mr. Jaime Scott.


ACTION PLAN

It’s obvious that Mr. Shane Kingsley needs to be exposed to the various arts of sex and sensual response to obtain a wider vision of reality. Through this exposure, he will be able to better understand the role and the emotional responsibilities equated with being a lover. He has been stymied by the over-zealous attentions of his mother and therefore, he doesn’t have the tools to maintain a healthy relationship.

I think that he is a viable candidate for my proposed contest.


PARTICIPANTS TWO & THREE: KEVIN & KELLY JO MARCUS
Kelly Jo Marcus, age 28; Kevin Andrew Marcus, age 25, business owners.

Miss Kelly Jo Marcus came to us presenting classic symptoms of Bipolar I Disorder. Miss Marcus’ behavior ranges from extreme happiness to extreme sadness, the hallmark of a manic/depressive personality.

Miss Marcus is a twin to Mr. Kevin Marcus and both were orphaned several years ago when their parents died in a plane crash. Kelly Jo was named executor of the estate and has managed the properties ever since.

Both of the Marcus’ have remained close as twins and as siblings but neither have acted on the obvious sexual feelings that they possess for each other. Kevin has taken on the role of father protector, providing physical and emotional strength for his older sister. Kelly Jo provides the maternal instinct and the business savvy of her father and supplies this to her brother in order to keep them educated and equal.

When Mr. Marcus requested therapy for his sister, Miss Marcus declined, stating that it wasn’t necessary. However, Mr. Marcus came back several days later, expressing an incestual love for his sister and explaining how important it was for him to express this to her. 

Nothing was ever resolved as Mr. and Miss Marcus started a convention business that had become extremely successful. Due to the prosperity of said business, it is doubtful that either Mr. Marcus or Miss Marcus will request therapy again and thus their emotions will remain repressed.

ACTION PLAN

Miss Marcus is in touch with her sexual side and has stated that she regularly seeks out sexual partners. Mr. Marcus, on the other hand, shies away from the sexual plane, preferring to spend time alone or with his sister. She does not inform him of her activities for fear of losing his admiration. Both siblings are missing out on the complexity of love and neither knows how to find it.

I think that they are viable candidates for my proposed contest.


PARTICIPANT FOUR: JAMES WEATHERS
James Hawethorne Weathers, age 52, television anchorman.

Mr. Weathers was sent to one of our sister clinics exhibiting symptoms related to a Narcissistic Personality Disorder. Being a locally well-known television personality fed this disorder until his boss, Mr. Kirkland, referred him to us for diagnosis and treatment.

Mr. Weathers’ disorder has its roots in his childhood and upbringing. His father was an executive for a large investment firm and was rarely home so the task of raising James fell to his mother, Mrs. Cindy Weathers. Unfortunately, Mrs. Weathers was an alcoholic and was unable to care for James so his constant companion became Miss Myrlie Bowers, housekeeper to the Weathers’ family. Miss Bowers soon became his lover, completing his sexual education as well. Her constant praise of his abilities increased his prowess and he began to believe that he was superior to everyone, even his parents.

He was thrown out of the house when his father arrived home early one day and found him having sex with his mother and Miss Bowers. He was not removed from the house because of that, but because he also pegged his father. He moved in with Miss Bowers and continued to have a sexual relationship with her until he left for college.

At every place Mr. Weathers has gone, he has conquered females in the immediate population, opting for whorish women instead of upstanding and virtuous ones. While he has learned not to carry on sexual relationships at his workplace, his appetite for sex and dominance has continued. 

ACTION PLAN

With the therapy Mr. Weathers has since received, he has been able to look within himself for the answers to his behavioral triggers. He still seeks out female companionship but has stated that the girl always leaves and he wakes up alone. He has made great strides in his therapy and the final step would be to find a companion who could meet his sexual needs as well as his emotional needs.

I think that he is a viable candidate for my proposed contest.


PARTICIPANT FIVE: ASHLEY MARTIN
Ashley Ellen Martin, age 31, homemaker.

Mrs. Martin came to us through a hospital referral, suffering from Acute Stress Disorder related to her husband, Mr. Matthew Martin’s Antisocial Personality Disorder. Mr. Martin is a very controlling individual and likes everything just so, including his beautiful wife. In trying to keep up with his demands, Mrs. Martin suffered an emotional breakdown and spent several months in our facility.

Mrs. Martin’s long-term involvement with Mr. Martin has produced her problems. While in high school, she moved out of her parent’s home and took up with Mr. Martin so she has never formed any sense of identity except that which Mr. Martin molded her into. This has caused her to become a very shy, timid person who is extremely biddable. His daily requests to have the house spotless and to submit to his baser desires have reduced her to a quivering mass.

Mr. Martin has tried to interrupt her stay at this facility several times, stating that it was his right to take his wife home and has been extremely upset to hear that she was receiving therapy. When offered the opportunity to participate in her therapy and recovery, Mr. Martin declined, stating that no therapy was necessary and that his wife did not need therapy, either. Because Mrs. Martin signed herself in, it was her decision to make and she decided to stay and to receive therapy.

During therapy, Mrs. Martin had a breakthrough and was able to reclaim her personality previous to Mr. Martin’s involvement and subsequently spent several days in tears, unable to grasp the fact that her personality had disappeared so easily under his reign. She has become a different woman but has repeatedly stated that she will not leave her husband because he loves her.

ACTION PLAN

Mrs. Martin is a beautiful woman who has never known another man’s touch. She has no idea of the other sexual outlets there are available to healthy individuals. She has never been with another woman, has never experienced anal sex with a kind partner nor has she experienced true lovemaking. She has never been put first.

I think that she is a viable candidate for my proposed contest.


PARTICIPANT SIX: BEVERLY JOHANSSON
Beverly Arletta Johansson, age 37, business owner.

Miss Johansson came to us through a referral from a weight loss camp that she attended some years before and was accompanied by her overbearing mother, Arletta. When told that she could not attend the therapy sessions, Mrs. Johansson became irate, cursed at the receptionist and promptly told her daughter that she would have to find her own way home. Of course, we provided transportation for Miss Johansson.

It was obvious from Mrs. Johansson’s behavior that this would prove to be the core of Miss Johansson’s weight issues. While waiting, it was observed by the receptionist that Miss Johansson’s mother was extremely condescending towards her daughter and rarely allowed her to speak. And when she did speak, Mrs. Johansson ignored her.

As therapy progressed, Mrs. Johansson’s behavior became so intrusive that it was requested that she not accompany Beverly to any more appointments. She replied that that was fine because there would be no further appointments. That was the last time that Miss Johansson received therapy from our facility.

ACTION PLAN

Miss Johansson is a handsome woman, even though her weight partially obscures that fact and her boutique and her friendship with her partner, Sarah, have seemed to flourish. The only way that Miss Johansson will be able to experience life is for her to leave the confines of the prison that her mother has built for her. She has never had sex nor even had a boyfriend due to Mrs. Johansson’s interference.

I think that she is a viable candidate for my proposed contest.

*****

Dr. Nathan Wordsworth Noone made a final check of the transcript and satisfied with its contents, placed it in the file folder marked Wicked Game – Inaugural. As he closed the folder’s flap, he smiled to himself. Winning the lottery had been a godsend and had given him the opportunity to help others. This contest had gone well.

Now it was time to plan for next year’s competition.