Episode 35
EPISODE 35
FRATERNIZING
Sienna
After the amazing orgasm Brett gave me earlier, I was excited about our date. Now I’m freaking out about what happened to Rachel. I didn’t know her or Ginger very well, but I can’t help thinking about witnessing them holding hands and going into a suite together last night. If anything is going on between them, I hope they get the chance to explore it.
I pace across my suite, looking at the dresses I’ve laid out for the evening.
A gold sheath. Evangeline thinks I look amazing in gold. I think I look like a walking bullion bar.
A red mini dress with a plunging neckline. If I had June’s perfect tits, maybe.
A black skirt and a while silk camisole. Nothing like masquerading as the tile in a 1950s kitchen.
I sigh. I need help. And two doors down is Emily, a fashion queen—who happens to be free because her name wasn’t drawn for a date tonight.
I envy her having the night to do as she pleases. This thing with Rachel has me slightly traumatized. At least she’s going to be okay. Then Misty had to ask about the dates. Everyone else was in, so who was I to bow out?
Brett is a California god…and damn, he can please a woman.
So…the date. I’ll make the most of it. Maybe get another of his stellar orgasms.
But first…I need fashion advice.
I walk to Emily’s suite and knock.
No response.
“Em,” I say through the door, “you in there? I need a fashion consult.”
“Coming.” Then the door opens, and her hair is around her shoulders in messy waves, and she’s wearing a short light-blue satin robe.
“You okay?”
“Of course.” She closes the door without inviting me in. “What do you need?”
“Come look at my outfits for tonight, will you?”
“Sure, love.” She wipes a strand of hair out of her eyes as we walk to my suite and enter.
She eyes the three outfits lying on my bed, wrinkling her forehead. “Truth be told, See, I don’t like any of them. Do you have anything slightly more…”
“Sexy?” I offer.
“Sexy isn’t the problem. You look sexy in anything. But these are all kind of blah, in my estimation.”
Not surprising. I can write killer motions for summary judgment, but I have zero fashion sense. “What can I say? Evangeline and my stylist chose them.”
She walks to my closet and opens it. “We’ll find something better.” She grabs a few items and holds them up to me. “No.” Toss . “No.” Toss again. Then her blue eyes light up. “Yes!”
It’s a metallic blue halter mini made from—oh my God— “Is that chainmail?” I ask.
“It is, in rough terms. It’s a metal mesh fabric that seems to defy the laws of physics.”
I frown. Physics makes me think of Rachel.
“She’s going to be okay,” Emily says as if reading my mind.
I simply nod.
“Anyway, I wish this dress were in my closet. Why didn’t I get any chainmail? Try it on. This is going to be fabulous on you.”
I take the dress from Emily. Though I have my doubts, I did ask for her advice, and she is an expert. Right in front of her, I take off my shorts and tank and slide the dress over my hips. Emily helps me tie up the halter in the back.
I turn.
She gasps.
“Is that good?”
“It’s brilliant, actually. Look for yourself.”
I walk to my full-length mirror, and?—
“Fuck me,” I say.
“Right? You look like you’re draped in liquid metal. You’re hot as bloody hell in it.”
She’s not wrong.
“That’s what you wear tonight.”
“I don’t know what we’re doing, though. What if he wants to walk on the beach? Or swim? Won’t this…rust?”
Emily lets out a guttural laugh. “First, if you swim, you’ll take it off, as you well know. And of course it won’t rust. It’s made from aluminum. Fuck, you look bloody fabulous.”
“Thank you.”
“Brett will adore you in that.” She smiles. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I left something simmering.”
“Okay. Thanks, Em.”
Emily leaves quickly, and I admire the dress in the mirror?—
“Wait,” I say out loud.
I race out of my suite and just catch Emily returning to hers. She opens the door.
“Emily, what are you talking about? Simmering? Evangeline was very clear that we can’t have hot pots or?—”
My jaw drops.
Standing inside Emily’s door is the bartender from last night.
What was his name? Zion?
And he’s naked.
Completely naked with an erection almost as big as Brett’s was this afternoon. His skin is a gorgeous milk chocolate, and across his hard chest is a tattoo of an eagle flying over a mountain.
My God. Stunning.
Emily looks both ways down the hallway before yanking me into her suite and slamming the door.
“I get the feeling I wasn’t supposed to see any of this,” I say.
“You won’t give me away, will you?” Emily rests her gaze on Zion’s chest. “I didn’t get chosen for a date tonight. Evangeline said no fraternizing, but Zion here is just delicious.”
“As are you.” Zion trails a finger over Emily’s shoulder. Then he turns to me. “And you are too. I’ve never seen a dress like that.”
My nipples harden against the metal fabric, and the sensation is…arousing.
I turn to Emily, trying to ease the ache between my legs. “How did this happen?”
“What does that matter?” she asks. “As long as it did?”
I suppose she has a point. “I’ll leave you to your…whatever this is.”
“Don’t go,” Zion says softly, his voice low and rich.
“Oh…” My cheeks warm, and my nipples are so tight I’m afraid they might pop off. “I don’t…”
“Neither do I,” Emily says, “but we can both enjoy Zion without touching each other.”
I wrinkle my forehead at Emily. “You’re saying…what exactly?”
“I’m saying this is pure debauchery. Zion and I have an understanding. Nothing but play, and you’re welcome to join." She nods to Zion. "You don’t have a problem pleasuring both of us, do you, love?”
“Absolutely not.”
God, that voice… That gorgeous caramel flesh… That gigantic cock…
This isn’t me. This isn’t the wallflower.
Of course, grinding on Brett Dawson’s thigh earlier wasn’t me either…and it was damned fun.
“I don’t want you to fuck me,” I say to Zion, even though my pussy is aching to be filled.
He gives a devilish smile. "I’ll do whatever you want.”
“Is he going to fuck you ?” I ask Emily.
“Honestly, love, we didn’t write out a contract. Stop being a solicitor for a moment and have some fun.”
Right. Ease up on the lawyer shit, Sienna.
“Stay or go,” Emily continues, “but I’d like to get back to it.” She grabs onto Zion’s huge cock.
Stay or go. Yes or no. Fun or no fun.
Fun, it is!
I place my hand around Emily’s so we’re both grasping Zion’s dick. “Stay.” I lean into Zion and place my lips over one of his brown nipples.
“You’re going to have to take that dress off,” Zion whispers.
I move back and let go of his cock. Emily turns me around and undoes the halter clasp. Then I turn toward Zion and let the dress fall from me as the metal mesh makes a soft jingling sound.
Emily slides her robe from her shoulders, and we’re both naked, our nipples protruding, ready for Zion’s lips.
“You tell me what you want,” Zion says to both of us. “Anything.”
Emily takes her lower lip between her teeth, clearly thinking, while I blurt out, “An orgasm. I want to come.”
“Someone knows what she wants.” Zion smiles, his full lips so gorgeous. “Why don’t I lie on the bed, and you can sit on my face, while you”—he shifts his gaze to Emily— “suck my cock.”
Emily smiles. “I can do that. But I want to come when she’s done.”
“Won’t be a problem,” Zion says as he leads us through the sitting room and into Emily’s bedroom.
The bedclothes are wrinkled. Yeah, they were already getting busy.
Zion lies down, and Emily takes her place between his legs, licking his cock head.
I swallow. I came all over Brett’s leg. I can do this. I crawl toward the head of the bed and straddle Zion’s handsome face, lowering my pussy onto his lips.
His tongue darts out, teasing my clit.
Already I’m on fire.
Getting cheated out of an orgasm with Alex last night has turned me into some kind of monster, but in the moment, I don’t care. I grind against his lips, his scratchy stubble arousing me further. I watch Emily deepthroat him a few times—the girl’s got some mad skills—but then I close my eyes, cup my breasts, and play with my nipples as I undulate against Zion’s mouth and chin.
All thoughts flee, and only pleasure remains. Inside my body is a string of holiday lights, and they’re flickering, flickering, flickering…until…
“My God!” The bulbs inside me explode into illumination as the climax hits me with the force of a hurricane.
I writhe, letting it take me out to sea on the wings of Zion’s eagle.
We soar together…and when the climax begins to fade, my movement slows, and I fall to my side.
Emily lets go of Zion’s cock for a moment and meets my gaze. “Fancy that. I can see I’ve got a lot to look forward to. You’d best get on to your date, love.”
I jerk upward. My date! Yes, my date. And maybe another orgasm tonight.
Three in a day is unheard of for me. It’s never happened…so it’s a new goal.
I climb off the bed and give Emily a kiss on her blond head. “Thanks for letting me crash your party. I’ll see you later.”
She doesn’t answer. Her mouth is again full of Zion’s cock.