Chapter 56 #3
“This is… something…” Etta said, taking note of every tit and ass around her. “Very interesting, that’s for sure.”
Jamie knelt beside her chair. “I’ve seen your browsing history, Ms. Coleman. Be glad I didn’t invite some of the other guests down here.”
Etta paled more than her already white skin would usually allow. “Now, how would Cindy of all people know what’s in my browsing history? Curious.”
Ugh. Etta really needed to disconnect her personal Google account from any device she shared with Jamie. Or learn how to use incognito mode. And I had to ask why she keeps hiring gay girls…
“You might be surprised what I know about you, Ms. Coleman.” Her hand went to Etta’s shoulder as she stood and stayed close.
Jamie surveyed the room, almost in disbelief that she had arranged this for her own fiancée.
Like I’m going to sit by and not let her be surrounded by beautiful, sexual women like I was at my party.
She appreciated Etta’s intense, ethical nature, but sometimes, even that could be taken too far!
“What else do you know about me? I’m dying to know, secret weapon.”
“Is that what you think I am?” Jamie’s grip on her shoulder tightened. “I’m a girl making her way through life. Fate has brought us together, and I intend to take advantage of it.”
“Even if it’s you watching me watch a small group of women get naked and do things that are considered illegal in some parts of the world?”
“That’s it. I know you’re a woman who does things that are illegal in certain parts of the world.” She whispered in her ear. “Like pay women for sex.”
“You’ve got it all wrong. I’ve never paid for such a woman in my life.” Etta chuckled. “Tonight notwithstanding.”
“That’s not what I’ve heard. How about that lovely fiancée of yours? Was she, or was she not, paid to sleep with you?”
“I plead the Fifth.”
“That’s what I thought.” Jamie lightened her grip. “You’re a naughty woman, Ms. Coleman. That makes me want to pleasure you more.”
Her hand went back down Etta’s chest again. This time, she did not stiffen. Yet she also did not react in any way that told Jamie to continue having her fun. At least she’s loosening up.
“I cannot be swayed.”
“You’re a challenge, that’s for sure.” Jamie picked up her empty glass and took a whiff.
Brandy. She’s moved on to that. Jamie went to the bar and poured the first bottle of brandy she found.
When she returned, Etta had uncrossed her legs and was grinning at Yvette enjoying herself with Grace.
Uh-huh. “Here, ma’am. You look like you could use one more drink. ”
“I’d appreciate it if you didn’t tell me what I look like I need.” Etta took it, anyway. “Your job is to do it, isn’t it?”
“If I did what I thought you needed…” She was practically in Etta’s lap, making sure she saw her breasts. “I’d be sampling your body right now.”
“I’m sure you would be. Not that you’d be anywhere near as good as my dear fiancée.”
“You really love her, huh?” Jamie dipped her hand between Etta’s legs and felt the tension in her thighs. She tensed, but did not shoo Jamie away. “That’s admirable. I’m sure she appreciates your dedication to her.”
“She better. Because I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but there are plenty of sensual women in this room.”
“Yes, and they would all fuck you if you asked. Say the word, Ms. Coleman, and you could have any of them.” Right as her words dissipated into the heavy air, she grabbed Etta.
She took Jamie by the wrist and plucked her off.
“I think you need some due attention, Ms. Coleman.”
“In that case, I should go home and fuck my fiancée.”
I’m right here, dumbass. How long would this game play out?
Would Jamie have to jump her? Remove the mask?
Would she be willing to do either in front of these women, some of whom were really into their debauchery, while others looked like it was just another night on the job?
“Let’s play a little game. If you could have any woman in this room, who would it be? ”
“You want my honest opinion?”
“Of course.”
Etta’s hand lingered on Jamie’s, right there on the arm of the chair. “You, Cindy.”
“Why me?’
“Because you remind me of Jamie.”
Was that the sweetest thing in the world?
Or the most messed up? “On the eve of your wedding, Ms. Coleman, it would usually be suggested that you fool around with the exact opposite of your beloved. That way, you can get a final taste of what you’ll be missing for the rest of your life.
” Jamie pointed to a young blond who laughed more than she kissed.
“Like her. She’s the biggest opposite in this room. ”
“She may be, but I’m not interested in her. Don’t get me wrong. She’s beautiful and looks like she knows how to have a good time, but she’s not who I would spend this night with.”
“You would with me, though?”
Etta looked up at her. “Five minutes ago, you were begging to eat me out. Now you’re telling me to pick someone else?”
“I’m giving you your options, Ms. Coleman.”
“I know my options, thank you. If I were to pick a young lady here tonight, it would be you, Ms. Cindy.”
She sighed. “Yet we both know that you won’t. I’d be better off joining this fray.” She stepped forward, appearing determined to do that.
Etta grabbed her hand.
“You’re not going anywhere. I’m paying you big money tonight, and you will do what I tell you to.”
Jamie froze, unable to decide Etta’s true motive. Was this an extension of the scene, or how she really felt? “Is that so? Just what are you telling me to do right now?”
Etta’s eyes never left hers as she drank her brandy. “A dance would be nice. You don’t have to take off your clothes. There’s enough nudity in here. Someone should be clothed.”
A dance, but not a striptease. Jamie kicked forward, rounding the front of the chair and putting both hands on either side of Etta’s legs. “Whatever you wish, ma’am. It’s your night.”
“Damn right it is. Dance for me.”
Jamie had danced for her before. At home. In the privacy of their room. Here, she was in front of other women getting ready to have an orgy before they were dismissed back upstairs. They’re going to make money tonight. A lot of it would come from Etta’s tab. What a world!
So even though Jamie had danced for her before, it was still a strange experience doing it as Cindy, a woman who wasn’t shy – unless paid to act shy.
Cindy didn’t give a shit who watched her sway her ass, lower her chest, or undulate against a lap.
Cindy also understood what was on the line here: her client, Etta Coleman, had a bachelorette party but was adamant that she wouldn’t touch another woman. So Cindy wouldn’t touch her, either.
Oh, but she would make a load of promises.
Every time her breasts lowered toward Etta’s face, her lap, she stirred a little.
Whenever her hips gently thrust in Etta’s direction, she sucked in her breath, unable to look away as Cindy sighed in her ear and pretended she was getting off on this.
After a while, yes. Here she was, dressed like a pricey escort and gyrating her body against one of the hottest women she had ever encountered.
Jamie may have known what Etta was capable of, but Cindy didn’t.
She could only guess at the ache beneath Etta’s clothes.
Jamie took her chance while she was weak.
She grazed her hand over Etta’s thigh again, licking her bottom lip as her ass stuck up in the air and her hair shrouded her masked face in mystery.
You don’t even have to look at me while I eat you out.
“Come on,” she said, hushed. “I’ll give you one for free.
Not that you need a freebie.” She ran her finger along the length of what heat she found beneath Etta’s pants.
“What are you gonna do? Go touch yourself in your limo on the way home to hold you over until you get to your woman? Like it makes a difference. You and I both know you’ll be thinking of Cindy while you get yourself off.
If you’re so worried about this Jamie of yours, then you know it’s wrong to think about Cindy like it’s wrong to touch her.
You might as well enjoy the full extent of your indiscretions.
” Jamie stood up far enough to loosen her corset and let out more of her cleavage.
Etta did not look away. “It’s just sex, Ms. Coleman.
You can keep that lovey-dovey romance stuff for Jamie.
Cindy is here to help you sow those final wild oats before your wedding.
May I remind you that women have done this for thousands of years?
Save the moral platitudes for when you’re actually married. ”
She took a chance and slowly unzipped Etta’s trousers. She wore one of the many black cotton briefs she owned, giving Jamie plenty of memories of what she often did with them.
Etta seized her, making her gasp as she brought Jamie’s ear down to her lips. “Get rid of the other girls. I’ve seen enough.”
Jamie broke away, unfazed, because Cindy wouldn’t be bothered by this. She clapped her hands to get the others’ attention. “Thanks for your good work, ladies,” she said. “I’ll take it from here. I’m sure you could be used upstairs again.”
Grace was the first up. The other girls followed suit, most of them shrugging. Yvette was the last to leave.
“You!” Jamie pulled Etta’s wallet out of her pocket. She didn’t say anything. “Here.” She handed Yvette a wad of large bills. “Whatever this buys the bitch who kissed my fiancée.”
Yvette plucked the bills from Jamie’s hand and counted them, slowly, making sure she didn’t miss a single one. “This buys her a lot. You want me to do her dirty, too?”
Jamie could only assume that had many meanings. “Dirty, hot, and seeing so many stars that she completely forgets about Etta for the next ten years. Can you do that?”
Yvette grinned. “Please. I’m a professional. Give me another five hundred off the books and I’ll fuck her ass, too.”
Only three hundred more came out of the wallet. “How about this?”
“This will buy her something, all right. Off the books?”
“Off the books, especially if you do a good job.”
Yvette hid the money in her pouch and headed out. Jamie turned back to Etta, who couldn’t decide between being amused and intrigued. Knowing her, she was always both.
“What did I just purchase?” Etta asked, drinking the last of her brandy as Jamie approached her, leaving the wallet on a coffee table.
“Does it matter?” She pulled the jacket all the way open, hand running down her front and coming dangerously close to a place that would turn her into a fiend.
“Who gives a shit? I’m about to make you come.
” That was the last thing Jamie said before descending upon Etta as if her career truly depended on it.