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BOOK: Alluring Ties

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We finally tracked Leila down yesterday and we are now waiting to meet with her. I really hope she accepts our offer. She is perfect.

A loud “Fuck you” drags me out of my daydream. This crew can be so annoying. They are arguing away about utter nonsense. I suddenly feel real antsy and stand to stretch. Damn, it feels like my ass has been in this chair for days.

“Let’s grab some food and hang out at my place.” Scott chimes. He is content in playing our gigs, hanging out with us and snuggling with his chick Patti, all in the same night.

“Nope. I’m heading home.” I look up to see three sets of eyes staring at me. “What?”

“It’s Saturday dude. What the hell?” Hunter on the other hand, can go out to a different bar every night without fail.

“As much as I’d love to spend a romantic evening with you three, I’m going to work out, get something to eat and then call that chick from last weekend, Ella? Emma? Whatever the hell her name is. I’m going to invite her over and relax.” I emphasize “the relax” with air quotes.

“Relax my ass.” Hunter smirks. “Make sure you close your door dude, and stay out of the living room. I don’t need to see your junk again when I get home.”

Last night Hunter walked in on my friend Heather and me having sex on our couch. Heather calmly pulled herself off of me and without flinching sauntered to my room while smiling at Hunter. In the process, she left me completely exposed in all of my own naked glory. Hunter grabbed a potholder and threw it at me to cover up. Really, what did he think that would cover up? So I left it on the floor and followed my friend into my room. The look on his face was priceless.

“That wasn’t my fault. Heather is an exhibitionist. She likes to do it in every room and doesn’t care who is watching.” I give them my full dimple smile. It really only works on chicks and the guys hate it when I lay it on them, so I do it often. I am a bit of a ball buster.

* *

After my workout, I scroll to my Ella/Emma entry on my phone and dial the number. When she answers I smoothly announce, “Hey babe, it’s Jack. How are you?”

“Hi Jack. What a nice surprise. I’m so much better now hearing your sexy voice.” She seductively says into the phone.

“Want to come over?”

“I’d love to. Be there soon.”

I guess she doesn’t have plans or she’s ditching whomever she’s with. Ella or Emma is a gorgeous, leggy brunette that I met last weekend at our gig. She was up against the stage and stared at me the entire time. I walked up to her once our show ended. Before long she was in my bed. We didn’t have a lot of conversation, which is why I can’t remember her damn name. The sex that night was mind-blowing. Also, I pegged her to be about a one and a half on her “relationship scale”. The combination of the two is the only reason I called her tonight.

First off, I usually don’t see one night stands for a repeat. I have really good relationship-seeking radar. I can usually tell if a woman is in search of a relationship within fifteen minutes of meeting her. I don’t want to lead anyone on, or raise her expectations. There are certain red flags and I am a pro at detecting them. At a one and a half, Ella/Emma definitely passed the test.

Secondly, obviously the sex has to be good.

I have just enough time to grab something to eat, jump into the shower, and wrap a towel around my waist when the intercom buzzes.

Anxious to get down to business, I answer the door in just a towel. Why get dressed when I will be naked in a few minutes?

“Hey gorgeous, how are you?” Leaning in, I give her a kiss on her cheek. She is wearing a black mini skirt that barely covers her fine ass, a black tank top that is showing off her assets nicely and black heels with the sharpest point I have ever seen. They look like weapons; they also make her very tall.

While I’m checking her out, she is checking me out and focuses on my towel.

“Thanks, Jack. I’m so glad you called. Tonight is looking to turn out much better than I expected.” She flashes me her super white smile, probably fake. I know her boobs are most definitely fake. I prefer natural, but it doesn’t matter in the least to me since she is smoking hot.

“I hope I didn’t pull you away from something important.”

“Nope, no worries.”

Wasting no additional time with pleasantries, she rubs up against me and kisses me flush on the lips. Dipping her finger inside the edge of my towel and running it from side to side, she instantly has my attention. It’s less than ten minutes later when we find ourselves in my bedroom and Ella/Emma is giving me a noteworthy blowjob.

This is exactly what I needed tonight, and I’m relishing in the feeling of her lips wrapped around me. Lying back, I close my eyes and I see… Leila.

LEILA??? WHAT THE FUCK?!!

I am so surprised by seeing Leila inside my head that I actually call out her name.

Hot chick lifts her head and says, “Leila? Who the fuck is Leila? I’m Ella.”

Oh crap
!

“Sorry baby, I meant Ella.” Placating her, thankfully she continues with her task while I remain baffled by my vision. It must be because I spoke to her yesterday, right? I was just remembering her audition earlier, right? That can be the only logical explanation for seeing Leila while I’m getting the best fucking blowjob from Ella!

Deciding to not waste a good blowjob, I close my eyes and settle back to enjoy what Ella is determined to finish. And I might as well continue with my fantasy because I am so
going
to hell.

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