Chapter Three
Janelle laid back against the pillows with a smiled. She was very satisfied with what she had produced. She began to read over her blog post, slower this time, as she twisted up her thick tresses for bed. Fishnets and Nothing Else had grown from just a way for her to work out her feelings, her fears, and to get advice, to over six hundred members. It had become a community of other sexually open-minded people that read her blog religiously to see what was happening in her life or to hear her views of certain topics. And tonight, she knew that she was giving them all something to talk about.
Edwin or, as she called him, The Sexy Asshole, was the main subject. But, unlike in the real world, she could be honest with her feelings. Here, she admitted the strong attraction she felt for the man. She described him in graphic language and used phrases like: “Sensual, full lips that she hungered to lick and suck… A thick dick that she wants to see firsthand and not just a pressed impression.” She also told them about how his wicked words sent shivers of liquid warmth rushing to her pussy and how his overconfidence and his lack of fear to say whatever it took to get her to respond was both a refreshing change and what scared her to her very core.
She admitted that he could be dangerous to her newfound freedom. Janelle was torn between taking him on or sending him packing before things would come to that.
That's why I need you, readers, to weigh in. Do you think I should give in to this man and fuck him until my throbbing pussy is happy, sore, and filled? Or should I just tell him to take his game (and it's a good one, by the way) and get on down the road? Let me know your thoughts. And as always, I'll keep you up to date about how this cat and mouse game is going.
Goodnight...all u sexy ass perverts!
She pushed the post button and published it for all to see.
*
In the weeks ahead, Janelle gave over to the pleasure of being teased and teasing Edwin back. She realized quickly that there was a lot more to the man than just good looks and a swift tongue. He was versed in art, different cultures, and his business knowledge wasn't too bad, either.
He couldn't help but be proud of himself. In just a matter of weeks, he had already broken through her hardened shell. No longer would she change the subject whenever he teased her or promised her the fuck of her lifetime. He was reminded of that when oral sex came up.
“Do you like being eaten?” he asked her while she was explaining some of their harvesting techniques.
She had calmly sat back in her chair. “I'm a woman, so yes.”
“Well, not all women like oral sex.”
“Then they need to get their heads checked.”
“So, how do you like it?”
She looked off in the distance and chose her words carefully before she answered. “I like it when someone knows what he's doing. I hate when they just slob and spit all in it,” she tried to explain.
“Do you want me to use my fingers and rub my face in it, too?” he inquired, his voice going deep.
“Hm, you have nice-sized hands. Yes, I think that would feel very nice,” she had answered as she uncrossed and crossed her legs back in a teasing manner. “And I have no doubt you like having your dick sucked. With a dick your size, I’m sure you choke just about every girl that takes you on.”
Edwin rubbed his clearly hardened cock. Their sexual tease had become a favorite part of his day.
No longer did she look away or step back to put space between their bodies whenever he came close, instead she would look him in the eyes and challenge him to go further in his advancement. Why he hadn't forced the issue, he couldn't understand. But Janelle was offering him some much more than what he had expected. She was educated, classy, but she had an edge and a mysterious allure that he found charming and exciting. She could be nice one moment and then the next, she was calling you to task. It took him awhile, but he finally figured out that she reminded him of Duchess, his father's new wife. But where Duchess was cut throat and hard as nails, Janelle was softer in her delivery of the facts. She let him know that it took more than his good looks to get next to her.
Many times already, she had ruffled his feathers and it took all his will to just smile and let it go. She was a woman that was used to being in control, of calling the shots and others tripping over their feet to make her wishes a reality. That shit was a no-go for him, but if he had to play the submissive role until he got nuts deep into her warm cunt, then so be it. The fact that she didn't have an issue with calling him on his shit was bugging the hell out of him.
Yesterday was like no other with the two of them sitting in her bright office, talking about wine and the process of creating an award-winning brand. She had been trying to explain how it was important to market and try to make the packaging as distinct as possible. Edwin had counter-attacked her statement with his own idea by saying that the focus should be on birthing a great product because he didn't care if the wine came in a mason jar; if it was good, he would drink it. All that other shit, in his opinion, was of no interest to him. He wasn't after the wannabes, those that drank according to the trends. He said he had friends that were like that. Mindless people that had money but had no real tastes of their own.
Janelle sat back and listened to his explanation, a very passionate one indeed, but stupid nonetheless. Money was money, after all. Who gave a fuck who was buying the product, as long as money was being made? It's the owner’s job to ensure that there was no money left on the table at the end of the day. But she let him make his case, giving her the chance to look over yet another stack of papers that Jasmine had brought into the room.
The young girl was starting to get under her skin. Ever since Edwin had gotten there, the girl had made it her mission to be the one that would screw him. The tall, shapeless blonde had taken it upon herself to hand-deliver every scrap of paper to Janelle. She even brought coffee, scones, and water into the office, but she only had enough for Edwin and nothing for Janelle, her boss. And when other employees would come into the room on genuine business, Jasmine was sure to tag along. Just seeing her face and hearing her silly ass laugh constantly at every dumb word that he spoke was making her temperature raise. The damn chick had always had a haughty attitude as if her shit didn't stink, but now her slutty ways were starting to get out of hand. She had taken to wearing shorter, tighter, much more revealing attire to work to show off her thin frame and her non-existent ass. Janelle had always prided herself on giving due to other women whenever she saw an attractive female. Her lack of looks had not robbed her of honesty in that area. But to her, the girl was too blonde and too tanned. It just made her appear fake.
“Are you going to answer me?”
Janelle looked up, startled. “About what?”
“What the hell have you been doing that was more important than listening to me?” he questioned.
“Oh, I'm so sorry, Master. I know I should be hanging on your every word,” she mumbled as she ruffled through the paperwork, confused. She frowned when she noticed that many of the sheets were duplicates.
The dumb bitch is copying papers just to have an excuse to come into the office! Frustrated, she pushed the papers off of her desk and onto the floor.
“You need to hurry up and fuck Jasmine before I fire the girl, which I really don't want to do. She can be like a dog in heat, but she's a wiz with financial reports,” she said, glancing up as the door opened.
Edwin knew that the pretty blonde had been trying to move Heaven and Earth to get his attention, but he had decided to just ignore her. He tilted his head to the side as he regarded Janelle while she spoke with the man that had entered her office.
Is she jealous , he wondered, or is she just getting tired of the silly girl coming into the office? He had no interest in the young woman. And just like clockwork, the blonde came bouncing through the open door. Janelle shot him an angry look and suggested for him to “take a break.” At that point, she didn't care if he took the girl into the break room, she just wanted him to get it over with.
“Oh, I was just going on my break, too,” Jasmine said slyly as she looked Edwin's lounging body up and down.
“Why would you tell me to do that?” he asked Janelle, referring to what they had been discussing before the others entered.
She didn't answer him.
Edwin pinned her with a razor sharp gaze as he continued to watch Janelle.
“I know what you're doing, and I think it's so sweet.”
Finally, Edwin turned and looked up to acknowledge Jasmine. “And what would that be?” he asked slowly. He saw now that he had made a mistake in not addressing this issue earlier. This young lady was unlike the others in the office. The other women had picked up on the fact that he only wanted Janelle and they respected that. But this chick, she couldn't understand or maybe she didn't care to accept that any man wouldn't choose her over a disfigured Janelle.
“I would try to get with the boss’ daughter, too, if I were you. But that doesn't mean we can't be friends. I can keep a secret,” she whispered as she leaned over brazenly, giving him a nice view of her tan breasts. She wasn't even wearing a bra.
“Why would you think I would want to fuck her?” Edwin inquired, wide-eyed, looking back at Janelle.
Janelle was speechless. “I...why did you say that?” she hissed in disbelief as she looked over at Jasmine.
“I don't like being ordered to fuck someone. My dick is attached to my body for a reason. If I want the girl, I could have fucked her long before now.
“It wasn't an order!” Janelle said in protest, glancing up at the male employee that was taking it all in. “It was just a mere suggestion, you know, from one friend to another.”
If she thought Jasmine was ruffled by the talk, she was wrong. The girl was smiling at the thought that Janelle had told him to go for it. “Wow, boss, it’s nice to see you got my back,” she laughed, unfazed.
“Listen, this is a rake and a shovel conversation, no hoes allowed. Get out!” he commanded, upset and not caring if the others in the room heard. “What if I was saving myself for you, Jay? Have you ever thought of that? Do you really think I'm as brainless as I pretend to put on about running a business? Of course, some things I don't know, but I promise you, I'm just as educated as you are. I have made and closed million dollar deals. I have made and earned millions of dollars on my own.”
“Then why are you still here, then?”
“Because of you,” he replied with a shrug. “ You are the reason,” he said, truthfully.
His words were still ringing in her ears over dinner that night. Janelle had no doubt that what he said was true, but to the extent was what worried her. She was so lost in thought that it took her mom shaking her to bring her back to reality.
“Sweetheart, do you know what you want tomorrow night for dinner?” her mom asked as she started to clear the table.
“Tomorrow? I'm going out tomorrow night so don't bother,” she mumbled.
Edwin reached out to catch the plate before it fell to the floor. Camilla and Clifton started talking in unison and for a time, he had a problem trying to make out their words, but their anger was one thing he had no problem picking up on. Both of her parents had hoped that the young man being around her would have stopped her from going out to parties. She hadn't gone out since he had arrived and that was over three weeks ago.
“You're going out to with your newfound friends? I told you, I don't like it. I want you to stop it. Those clubs–”
“Club? I would love to go with you to a club,” offered Edwin.
“No, you–”
“And why not? If what you told us is true and we were mistaken about what you're really doing, then you should have no issue with taking him. Or were you lying?” Clifton asked forcefully.
Edwin had no idea what they were talking about, but he really wanted to know.
“Great! Then it’s a date. Eight o'clock?” he said, pushing the issue.
“No, too early...eleven o'clock would be better.”
Edwin's eyebrow went up but he knew all his questions would be answered later. “OK, I'll be ready by then.”
Even with him tagging along, she would still have a great time. There was no way she was going to alter her plans, yet again, to accommodate him. Then again, this might be the answer to her problem. After one night out with her...after she introduced him to her friends, he should be packing and on his way. Of course, she would have preferred to keep her dark activities a secret, but she was desperate to shake this man loose.
“It's a date,” she said at last.
*
“Clubbing,” he said to himself as he shook his head.
He slipped on a pair of loose fitting acid washed jeans, a black, tailored dress shirt and a pair of black high-tops. He ran his hands through his hair as he walked through the back door and on to Janelle's place.
He hadn't gone to an actually nightclub in years. He even stayed away from private parties hosted by nightclubs. In the circles he ran in, the people were rich enough to just open up one of their homes to host a get-together. He hoped that she wouldn't want to stay out long. He really didn't have the patience for the loud music and strobe lights. And seeing how he had to be on his best behavior, he couldn't even bring one of the women back to fuck.
“What the hell are you up to?” he demanded in a strained voice at the sight of Janelle.
She had seen him approaching the door and went out to meet him. She had been prepared for his reaction to her outfit. What she hadn't expected was his anger. Edwin took in the shiny, spandex cat suit which made her full breasts spill forward through the plunging neckline that stopped below her breast bone. The red sheer wrap she clung to barely covered her hips [McIntire1] . By the time his eyes reached her ten-inch stilettos, his face was fixed with an unhappy expression. [McIntire2]
“I asked you a question. Are you going to pole dance?”
“No, just going out.”
“Like that? And what's that for?”
“Oh, this?” she said, putting her pack on her shoulder. “It's just stuff. Look, you don't have to come.”
“Oh, no. I'm coming with. I want to know what's going on, here.” Edwin led the way to the side of the guest house and slide into the passenger seat of the black-on-black 944 Porsche [McIntire3] .
This must be the reason her parents were pissed at her going out, he discerned. Sure, he knew woman went all out when they went to clubs, but her clothes were on a whole other level. He kept his questions to himself as she turned onto the interstate and headed south to Miami.
“What type of club are we going to?” he asked at last, turning his head to look at her. She had parted her thick hair and put it into two thick braids that hung down. Her make-up consisted of black eyeliner that intensified her already almond-shaped eyes, teal blue eyeshadow and moist, red lipstick that reflected the street lights as they blazed down the four-lane southbound road.
“It's not a club,” she admitted with a sigh as she switched to the outside lane and stepped on the gas. The small sports car accelerated from 30 to 80 in a matter of seconds. Reaching up, she opened the sun roof. She then reached into the glove compartment, took out a Black not dressed like that. Aren't you going to share?”
“No.”
Edwin's gaze sharpened at the sudden change in her personality. “So, where are we going?”
“To a party. It's invitation only. The hosts opens their home, or maybe they rent a space, a private space, for the get-together.”
“I see, and what goes on at these private parties ?” he inquired, slowly, not liking where this was going.
Janelle took her brown eyes off the road to look him in the face. She wanted to see his reaction as the words left her mouth. “A whole lot of fucking, mostly.”
Edwin's eyes widened in surprise. “An orgy?! We're going to an orgy?” At her nod, he let out a loud laugh. “Wow, you're sure aren't boring. OK then, tonight proves to be very exciting, indeed,” he said with a wide smile as he sat back in the seat. The thought of fucking her in public, or watching her be fucked, was an image that he hadn't considered in his wildest dreams. This was much better than going to some crowded, loud nightclub.