Revealing Thoughts (Victoria Wilde #3) (11 page)

"I'm going to—" he said as she felt his cock
expand in her mouth. She pulled away, stared at it mesmerized as
she jerked him to completion. He shot into the air; it landed back
covering his boxers, thighs, and pants. Natalie slowly rubbed his
shaft as he closed his eyes struggling to catch his breath.

He glanced at her dizzy from the experience as
she said, "You file the paperwork, and then we'll have another
celebration—a bigger one."

He nodded and watched as she wiped her lips,
stood, looked down to adjust her clothes, and then headed for the
door. He stood, pulled his underwear up and then his pants. She put
her hand on the knob and then turned back. "I wrote my name,
address and phone number in the book."

Victoria had three exams that week and a paper
due that Friday. No one saw or heard for her the entire time. She
had an A in every class and intended to keep it that way.

Brian's figure drawing class had come to an end.
He spent thirteen hours a day at the office that week—ten hours of
each day were devoted to company business, but early in the
morning, during lunch, and after hours, he would get out his
laptop, open up the sexy nude picture of Jillian and sketch her in
charcoal with his door securely locked. God, she looked good, and
his drawing skills were getting better and better. He had completed
four sketches, but he wasn't happy with any of them. However the
one he was working on currently was nearly finished, and it was
perfect.

At Wealth Stone Investments, Carl Rodgers
summoned Rob to his office. When he entered, Carl shook his hand,
smiled, and handed over an envelope. Rob opened it up to discover a
check for twenty thousand dollars.

"What's this?" Rob asked.

"I've been tracking your sales. You are really
killing it out there. It's just a little extra bonus. Keep it
up."

"I don't know what to say."

"Don't say anything—just keep selling."

"If there's anything else you need, just let me
know. Do you have your eye on any of the girls over at the
complex?"

Rob scoffed. "I have my eye on all of them."

Carl chuckled, "Well sure, but I have a little
influence with them, so if there's one in particular that you like,
I could put in a good word for you."

"I think Kara is beautiful."

Carl looked past him out the window caught up in
some creepy daydream as he said, "Oh yeah, Kara, she's a real
firecracker that one. Um…"

Rob narrowed his eyes until Carl glanced back at
him.

"I'll see if she's
still
dating
that
guy of hers." Carl winked at him, and Rob didn’t know what to make
of it. "And if there's anything else you need, let me
know."

Rob began, "My best friend is getting married
soon, and I was thinking of having the bachelor party for him
around the pool on October first. Would that be okay? Is there some
way to reserve it or—"

"How many guys?" Carl interrupted, breaking into
a huge smile.

"Just six or seven."

"Do you want some strippers?"

"Uh, yeah. We'd love some."

"Are the guys, um, offended easily?" Carl asked
with a hesitant smile.

"No, absolutely not," Rob replied
confidently.

"Good." Carl nodded and added, "Let me arrange
everything for you. We, uh, have some special facilities over
there, which you probably aren’t aware of. Plus the girls know some
other girls if you know what I mean."

Rob asked, "Are you sure it isn't too much
trouble?"

"I insist—but only if I get to come."

"Definitely."

"Just leave everything to me. Let me make a few
calls, and then I’ll get back to you with the details."

"I appreciate it," Rob said as they shook hands.
Rob headed out the door and took another peek at his big check.

As soon as he returned to his desk, Rob called
Jim to give him the good news. Jim was lost when it came to
planning the bachelor party. Problem solved, big time.

That night Rob fell asleep
while contemplating a possible new-car purchase. At just after
1:00
A.M.
there
was a knock on his door. His eyes opened, and he drifted back to
sleep until a louder bang brought him fully awake. He sighed and
headed to the door wearing only boxer shorts. He opened the door to
discover Kara standing there wearing a short pink
raincoat.

"Hey, what, uh…" was all he could muster before
she opened her coat and showed him that she wore nothing
underneath. She took a step toward the door, and he moved back then
watched as she walked toward the living room. He closed the door
and turned just in time to see Kara drop the coat and head naked
into the bedroom.

When he reached the bedroom, he found her
standing there wearing a sexy look. She asked, "Do you have a
condom?"

He nodded and pointed to his night table. She
opened the drawer, searched for a moment, and then pulled one out.
Kara looked at him waiting.

"So did you break up with your boyfriend
or…"

She moved her head slowly— first no then yes.
Then she moved to him, grabbed hold of his boxers with one hand,
and guided him to the bed. She pushed him back and he fell onto the
mattress. He watched breathlessly as she tossed the condom down
grabbed his boxer shorts and pulled them off. His penis was already
getting hard.

She kneeled on the floor, took him into both
hands, and expertly worked him until he was fully hard. Kara opened
the condom package then slipped it over his length. She climbed
over him, guided his cock to her pussy, and then quickly slipped
him inside.

"Oh, God," he groaned.

Kara rode him wildly bucking up and down while
wearing an almost bored expression. Rob was anything but bored as
he reached up and cupped both of her sizeable breasts.

She reached back and massaged his balls as she
quickened her pace up and down over him. He groaned and then after
twenty more seconds he cried out loudly with a contorted face. It
was over. Kara slipped down to kiss him on the cheek then slowly
lifted off of him. He stared at her gratefully while also feeling a
little used.

"Congratulations on your bonus," she said with a
slight smile.

"Uh, thanks."

"You want to stay or…"

"I've got to go to work early, but thanks."

"Okay, should I—"

"Bye," she interrupted.

He watched her ass as she headed out to the
living room.

The next day at work, Rob headed to Gary's
office. He found him there, closed the door, and sat across from
him just staring at him with a concerned look.

"What is it?" Gary asked.

"Oh nothing."

"Congratulations on the bonus."

Rob nodded dismissively. "Do you date any of the
girls at the apartment building?"

"Date?" Gary asked nearly
breaking into a laugh. "No, I don't
date
them."

"Have you had sex with any of them?"

"Sure, everyone has."

Rob looked at him confused and began, "You see
Kara and I—"

Gary broke into a big smile, "You do realize
they’re all prostitutes don't you? Well some are strippers or wanna
be porn stars, but—"

"Prostitutes?"

"You didn’t really think all those superhot
girls were average normal girls who just happened to live in the
same building did you?"

"What? No."

Gary shook his head. "Look, they're only a
little reward here and there. Don't get so caught up in all that.
Just be sure you wear a condom."

Rob nodded and then Gary's eyes widened as he
asked, "Dude, don't tell me you went down on one of them."

"Oh, no…I, uh…"

"Good. Speaking of eating. Hey, what are you
doing for lunch?"

The next day was September twenty-fourth, which
meant the wedding was only two weeks away. Jillian, Victoria, and
the other two bridesmaids, Lisa and Brenda, decided to have lunch
together and head off to the dress shop afterward to pickup their
gowns. Jillian's wedding dress was a silk satin strapless
tea-length dress—very chic and modern. While the bridesmaids
dresses were a light peach color and tasteful for bridesmaids
dresses, with a ruffled area around the waist, which the heavyset
Brenda appreciated, but was originally intended to provide the
pregnancy-shielding coverage that Victoria needed.

Although the wait had seemed like an eternity to
Victoria, September twenty-sixth, the first day that she could give
blood for the paternity test, arrived two days later. She was the
first one in line at the lab.

On Saturday, October first the boys were heading
north to Orlando, Victoria was putting the final touches on her
bachelorette party. There were a few surprises in store for the
dozen women who were invited—and one really big surprise.

At the suite she had rented at the Mandarin
Oriental Hotel in Miami, Victoria placed items in the twelve
pink-striped party favor boxes. After a meal at the hotel
restaurant, where more than their fair share of alcohol was
consumed, the group headed up to the suite for more drinks and the
real party. Everyone knew what Victoria was like, and they were
anxious to see what kind of party she would put together. They all
were expecting something crazy.

In attendance were Jillian, of course, the two
bridesmaids, Lisa and Brenda, and seven of Jillian's other friends.
Laura was also there, added to the list just a few days earlier
after Rob had informed his mother that she was his date for the
wedding. Victoria served champagne and was completely sober, but
drinking a sparkling apple cider to complete the cover-up. The
other women guzzled the champagne as the party began to roll. The
seating was arranged in a circular fashion, which created a large
open area in the center. In front of each woman sat a pink-striped
box. When Victoria gave them the go ahead, the women lifted the
lids and peered inside.

Eleven of the women immediately snatched the
large, realistic dildo from its fancy box that was emblazoned with
a picture of the model—the famous porn star Antonio Steele.
Victoria had introduced Jillian to Antonio's film work just a few
months earlier. Lisa was the lone abstainer and sat frowning and
just staring into the box. Nine of the women opened the box, pulled
out the replica of Antonio's monster penis, and stared at it with
different expressions. Some were awed, some curious, some
skeptical, and one was just outright horny.

Jillian gave it a quizzical look. "This looks
familiar."

A woman called out, "Don't tell us Brian is that
big." The women all burst into laughter. Jillian glanced at
Victoria. "No, I mean where do I know this from? Victoria, help me
out."

"Antonio," Victoria said slowly.

Jillian narrowed her eyes. "The anal-king
Antonio?"

"That's him."

Jillian mouth dropped open, and she said, "I
knew I'd seen this before."

Half of the women couldn’t wrap their hands
around the girth and still have their fingers touch. One woman
said, "This can't be real. No one is this big around."

"Oh, it's real all right," Victoria began. "But
more on that soon."

A few of the women kept studying the replica as
others dipped into their boxes to explore the other goodies. Each
box contained lube, condoms that had a battery-powered clitoral
stimulation ring, padded handcuffs, edible panties, and a coupon
for a Brazilian bikini wax. Each box also contained a smaller
realistic-looking dildo that was completely average sized. All the
women, except Lisa, pulled the smaller one out and held it up next
to Antonio's. The little guy didn't stand a chance as he was
completely dwarfed by the anal king's prize. Lisa sat uncomfortably
watching as all the other women roared with laughter.

Victoria said loudly, "Now that one is the size
of your average guy."

A woman called out, "So that
one
is
Brian."
More laughter from the crowd as Jillian shook her head no with a
suggestive smile.

In Orlando, Carl led Rob, Gary, Jim, Brian, and
six other guys to a secret party room in the basement of the
apartment building. The room was large and lavish. There was a
fully stocked bar, a superlarge television screen on the wall, a
full kitchen, and in the center of the room was a huge circular
sofa that faced a black leather curved chaise lounge. Directly in
front of the chaise was a single chair. As the men piled into the
room, three catering employees were putting the final touches on a
huge spread of food that sat on the counter that divided the
kitchen area from the large party room. The spread included huge
steamed shrimp, pit beef and ham, pulled pork, chicken wings, and
everything that went with it.

Carl put some sporting event on the television
as some guys headed to the bar while others headed over to devour
the food.

Back in Miami, Laura discovered latex gloves at
the bottom of her box and then held them up. "What are these for?"
All the women pulled their gloves out as well.

An older woman called out, "There is no way I'm
giving my husband a prostate exam."

After the laughter died down, Victoria said,
"No, those are for the next surprise." She glanced at Laura and
gave her a nod.

Laura hit the power switch on a portable CD
player, and an upbeat song blared out of the speakers. Lisa sat
frozen in her chair. She glanced at Victoria who stared across the
room at a closed door wearing a huge grin. Lisa followed her gaze
to the door, narrowed her eyes, then stood and headed out of the
suite, leaving her box of goodies behind. All eyes were on Lisa as
she took off; Jillian turned to Victoria, and they shared a shrug.
As the music continued, each woman turned her attention back to the
closed door.