vamp, Mrs. Richardson,was like a cat in heat on the dance floor before her husband took her on my desk like a common strumpet.”
It surprises me that he seems genuinely angry. “Why are you so upset about having caught a womanhaving sex with her own husband? Who was it that got slugged, anyway?”
“Only the most eligiblebachelor in the country,” he says, fleshy hands caressing my hips. “The ambassador’s son.”
Robert Aster, he means. The youngest of the Aster brothers, heir to a fabulous fortune. I caught a glimpseof him earlier in the evening and thought he had boyish good looks. “Well, I hope he wasn’t hurttoo badly. I’d hate to think of that face being bloodied.”
“I’m just sorry the incident nearlyruined your party.”
“Oh, I had a grand time. Everyone will be talking about this party fora while to come.”
Teddy chuckles. “I suppose you’re right. You know, I got an eyeful of Mrs.Richardson spread out under her husband . . . does that make you jealous?”
I can’t afford tobe jealous. Men can be possessive of their mistresses, but if you turn it around on them you’re ashrew. Worse, he might use my jealousy as an excuse to take the relationship more seriously, and I’mnot the serious kind. Not about any man. So I smirk and say what we both know is a lie. “Of courseI am.”
Our entire relationship is built upon such polite lies. Like the lie that he bankrollsmy movies because he’s a great appreciator of the arts and not simply because the more money he sinksinto my career, the more often I let him fuck me. I’m going to let him fuck me tonight. He knowsit. I know it.
But we both pretend it isn’t a foregone conclusion.
I tease him, pullingback like I’m having second thoughts. “I can’t say that I approve of Mrs. Richardson’s behavior.”
“I’m surprised,” he says, sliding the strap of my gown down over one shoulder to nip me there.“After all, I’m told
you’ve
been caught having sex on
film
.”
“No one’s ever produced the reelto prove it,” I say, but it’s not a denial.
“Good thing, too. It would ruin you. So you’rehardly in a position to judge Mrs. Richardson.”
“Oh, I’m not judging her; I just don’t approveof anyone causing more of a scandal at a party than I do.”
“You caused plenty. Your dress iscut so far down in the back you can see where the Lord split you. The gents couldn’t tear their eyesaway. Leo Vanderberg was like a hound on the scent . . .”
So he
did
notice our flirtation.Now that he mentions the dashing pilot, I flush with heat. I said I was jaded, that I’d done it all,twice. And that’s true, for the most part. I’ve been sleeping with men since I was fourteen, when thelandlord forced me to do it or be kicked out into the street. I decided then and there if a man thoughthe was gonna use me, I was gonna use him right back. I learned to like it. I learned to loveit. I did whatever I wanted . . . every position. Every taboo. But Leo Vanderberg somehow latched onto the one thing I haven’t done. Now his words swirl deliciously in my mind.
Pretend that mycock is buried in you from behind and that I’m grinding you against him.
As I lower myselfonto my lover’s erection, I hiss. It always hurts a little at first, no matter how wet I am, but soon,the pain will turn to pleasure, so I screw up my courage. Teddy’s eyes go heavy-lidded when I’vegot only an inch of him inside me. He likes to watch me work at it.
Sometimes we do it in frontof a mirror so I can watch, too.
Tonight, it’s easier.
While Big Teddy squeezes my breasts,I’m imagining another man’s hands on my hips. I’m imagining Leo Vanderberg behind me. Yet, howis it possible that there’d be room inside me for two men? There’s not even room enough for this one.But the fantasy makes me slick with arousal. I can feel the flutter of my heartbeat as if it’s droppedbetween my legs.
I get another inch into me. Maybe two. I moan at the
It surprises me that he seems genuinely angry. “Why are you so upset about having caught a womanhaving sex with her own husband? Who was it that got slugged, anyway?”
“Only the most eligiblebachelor in the country,” he says, fleshy hands caressing my hips. “The ambassador’s son.”
Robert Aster, he means. The youngest of the Aster brothers, heir to a fabulous fortune. I caught a glimpseof him earlier in the evening and thought he had boyish good looks. “Well, I hope he wasn’t hurttoo badly. I’d hate to think of that face being bloodied.”
“I’m just sorry the incident nearlyruined your party.”
“Oh, I had a grand time. Everyone will be talking about this party fora while to come.”
Teddy chuckles. “I suppose you’re right. You know, I got an eyeful of Mrs.Richardson spread out under her husband . . . does that make you jealous?”
I can’t afford tobe jealous. Men can be possessive of their mistresses, but if you turn it around on them you’re ashrew. Worse, he might use my jealousy as an excuse to take the relationship more seriously, and I’mnot the serious kind. Not about any man. So I smirk and say what we both know is a lie. “Of courseI am.”
Our entire relationship is built upon such polite lies. Like the lie that he bankrollsmy movies because he’s a great appreciator of the arts and not simply because the more money he sinksinto my career, the more often I let him fuck me. I’m going to let him fuck me tonight. He knowsit. I know it.
But we both pretend it isn’t a foregone conclusion.
I tease him, pullingback like I’m having second thoughts. “I can’t say that I approve of Mrs. Richardson’s behavior.”
“I’m surprised,” he says, sliding the strap of my gown down over one shoulder to nip me there.“After all, I’m told
you’ve
been caught having sex on
film
.”
“No one’s ever produced the reelto prove it,” I say, but it’s not a denial.
“Good thing, too. It would ruin you. So you’rehardly in a position to judge Mrs. Richardson.”
“Oh, I’m not judging her; I just don’t approveof anyone causing more of a scandal at a party than I do.”
“You caused plenty. Your dress iscut so far down in the back you can see where the Lord split you. The gents couldn’t tear their eyesaway. Leo Vanderberg was like a hound on the scent . . .”
So he
did
notice our flirtation.Now that he mentions the dashing pilot, I flush with heat. I said I was jaded, that I’d done it all,twice. And that’s true, for the most part. I’ve been sleeping with men since I was fourteen, when thelandlord forced me to do it or be kicked out into the street. I decided then and there if a man thoughthe was gonna use me, I was gonna use him right back. I learned to like it. I learned to loveit. I did whatever I wanted . . . every position. Every taboo. But Leo Vanderberg somehow latched onto the one thing I haven’t done. Now his words swirl deliciously in my mind.
Pretend that mycock is buried in you from behind and that I’m grinding you against him.
As I lower myselfonto my lover’s erection, I hiss. It always hurts a little at first, no matter how wet I am, but soon,the pain will turn to pleasure, so I screw up my courage. Teddy’s eyes go heavy-lidded when I’vegot only an inch of him inside me. He likes to watch me work at it.
Sometimes we do it in frontof a mirror so I can watch, too.
Tonight, it’s easier.
While Big Teddy squeezes my breasts,I’m imagining another man’s hands on my hips. I’m imagining Leo Vanderberg behind me. Yet, howis it possible that there’d be room inside me for two men? There’s not even room enough for this one.But the fantasy makes me slick with arousal. I can feel the flutter of my heartbeat as if it’s droppedbetween my legs.
I get another inch into me. Maybe two. I moan at the
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