The Reunion (15 page)

- o -

The next morning, Adam purposely
made sure he arrived on the deck before the women. He’d had a great time with
them last night, but he’d never tell them that. He’d nearly come watching the
two of them playing with themselves. Then when they’d licked and sucked him,
his toes had curled into the carpet trying to keep his balance. Sarah had
nearly torpedoed Maria’s plan by wrapping her legs around him, but he’d managed
to hold off. Then when he had come—
Jesus.
He shook his head. He could
still feel it. He thought he’d blown the head of his cock off. He’d considered
himself an expert at prolonging his own pleasure for that of a woman—at least until
last night.

He sipped his coffee. He needed his
caffeine fix to kick in so he’d be ready for the morning’s confrontation. What
would the two women expect now that he’d reclaimed his bed? Well, at least for
sex. He wasn’t about to stay the night. That might send signals he had no
intention of sending.

Maria stepped onto the deck first, followed
closely by Sarah. They sat in what now had become their accustomed deck chairs—Maria
next to him and Sarah across from them. Maria smiled brilliantly, displaying
her straight white teeth. Sarah’s welcome was more subdued. She looked like she
wanted to grin but wasn’t sure she should. She wore white shorts, the outline
of her pussy faintly visible through the thin fabric. He breathed sharply. There
was something to be said for slight cover-ups. Both women had looked sexy as
hell last night with their nipples pebbling behind satin.

“I trust you two got some sleep last
night?”

Sarah nodded but said nothing.

“We did,” Maria said, “but you did
leave us with a fair amount of clean up work.”

“I’m sure you were creative about
cleaning up.” Maybe he should have stopped by the anteroom to watch, but he’d
been so sated there hadn’t seemed any purpose to that.

“You know we pride ourselves on our
creativity.” Maria flicked her tongue at him suggestively. “If you keep coming
back, we may share more of it with you.”

“Oh, I’ll be coming back all right.
I may have a creative spark to add here and there.” He smirked at Maria. “You
are nothing if not inventive sexually.”

“I’m glad you enjoyed us,” Sarah
chimed in softly.

“I never doubted I would.” He smiled
when she gave him a puzzled look. “But there’s much more to this than a night
of enjoyable sex. Don’t you think?”

Sarah frowned. “I don’t know what to
think any more.”

“Good. That may be progress. So do
you have more girls scheduled for pictures today?”

Relief registered on Sarah’s face. Clearly,
she thought her photo shoots were a safer topic than their shared sex life.

“Yes, Pam Holiday will be back for a
second shoot. She’s seeing me at ten and you at eleven. I gather she has some
very specific financial questions to ask. Then I see a new girl at eleven.”

“Specific questions will be a welcome
change,” Adam scoffed. “It’s frightening how many of these women have never
tried to balance their checkbooks. They just accept what the bank tells them. And
how many have never given a moment’s thought to investments. Sometimes I wonder
what they have between their ears.”

“Most men only want to know what
they have between their legs,” Maria huffed. “You’re right, some know
absolutely nothing about finances. But it might surprise you how many are
studying the stock market sheets when they’re waiting between takes. Some graduated
college with honors.”

“I’ve really been surprised by that,”
Sarah joined in. “The women don’t seem to fit a single mold at all—other than
maybe being beautiful and being willing to show off their bodies.”

“Do advertising execs fit a single
mode?” Maria queried.

Sarah shook her head without
answering.

“How about financial planners?”

“You know they don’t, Maria.” Adam
rose and drained his cup. “I think we get your point. No stereotypes. Too bad
the rest of the world doesn’t understand that. But anyway…” He turned his
attention to Sarah. “I’ll be in my office if you need me. Maybe Pam Holiday
will surprise me.”

“You do like surprises,” Maria
teased.

“Almost always,” Adam said,
disappearing into the kitchen.

- o -

 “He seems chipper this morning,”
Sarah said, eyeing Maria curiously after Adam slid the patio door shut.

Maria gave a Cheshire cat grin. “A
well fucked man is a happy man.”

“Well said. Do you think that
observation is universally true?”

“I hope so. Of course I
know
a
well fucked woman is a happy woman.”

“At least some of them.”

“You seem skeptical this morning,
Sarah. Is there something bothering you?”

Sarah shrugged her shoulders trying
to shake the chill that threatened to make her shiver. “I’m not sure. Last
night went too smoothly. It was too easy. I can’t help but suspect Adam is up
to something.”

“Could be. Knowing Adam, he’s quite
capable of concocting his own surprises for us.”

“But will we enjoy his surprises?”

Maria stretched and yawned. “Some
more than others, I suppose. But you know he won’t hurt you.”

“I know,” Sarah murmured, feeling
suddenly cold, “but sometimes I forget.”

Sarah maintained a steady hold on
her camera as the new girl, Alicia James, gyrated through what was supposed to be
a sexy dance routine. The girl could hardly be out of her teens, and she was
marketing her youthfulness by wearing a skimpy cheerleader outfit.

Trying to keep up with the girl’s
movements, Sarah wondered if Alicia had ever been a cheerleader. She moved well
enough for a slightly plump young woman. How had she ever gotten into the
industry? Why? There were so many questions she wanted to ask the women parading
before her camera, but for the most part she respected their privacy and waited
for them to impart information if they chose to.

“That’s enough movement pictures for
now,” Sarah said, setting her camera on the table. “Why don’t we try some still
shots?”

“That’s fine.” Alicia blushed. “I
was tiring a bit. Do you want me to take this sweater off?”

“Not yet. Why don’t we use my desk
as a prop? Lean against it and hike up your skirt so we can see those light
blue panties. That’s good. Slip your fingers in your panties. No, not that far.
Tease. We want to tease a little.”

“Okay. Sorry. Now can I take my
sweater off?” Alicia looked pained as if Sarah was taking far too much time
doing her job.

“Slowly. Lift it over your breasts
and stop. Nice.” She snapped a couple shots. “Go ahead. Tweak your nipples.”

“Thanks.” The girl smiled broadly.

“Go ahead and pull it over your
head.” Sarah continued clicking. “Fluff your hair some. Excellent. That brings
your breasts up quite nicely. Climb out of the skirt if you want. Slow. Stay
slow. Pretend you’re seducing me. That’s right. No rush. Very good.”

Sarah looked around at the other
props and kept eyeing Alicia trying to come up with poses that would best show
off her considerable assets. “How about standing at the end of the cot? Try
putting one foot on it. Yes, that’ll do.”

“Now the panties?” Alicia smiled, tugging
them downward, teasing the photographer.

Sarah gulped. The girl might be
young, but she was good. “Yes, panties, please.” She hoped that sounded
professional enough.

Alicia gave her a knowing smile and
wiggled her panties down her thighs while the camera clicked. “Here I am,” she
said, letting her hands rest at the top of her thighs, subtly framing her
nether region.

“Hold that position. Excellent!” Sarah
knelt, altering the angles of her shot. “Have you been doing this long? You’re
superb at posing.”

Alicia shrugged. “I’ve been modeling
since I was ten. Girls’ clothes, you know. I did a few commercials as a teen, a
little more modeling when I was in college. That’s where I met Ben, who
introduced me to some exotic dancers.”

“And you decided to be a dancer?”

“More money than I could make
waiting tables.” Alicia volunteered a coy smile. “And I like guys and women
admiring my body. That’s a real turn on. I need to have some more graphic shots
in my portfolio. Is that okay with you?”

“Of course. You can pose however you
want. I’m just providing the opportunity for you to expand your portfolio without
spending an arm and a leg.”

“I do appreciate that,” Alicia said,
parting her pussy lips slightly. She grinned at the camera.

“You do the feigned innocent look
particularly well.”

“Thanks. I practice often in front
of a mirror.”

“Really?”

“Of course. Can I borrow the dildo
there?”

“Certainly, it’s clean.” Sarah added
film to her camera and returned to her subject who by then was wetting the
dildo in her mouth. Clicking the shutter button rapidly, Sarah tried to stay
focused on picture taking and not on her own physical responses. The damn girl
was young enough to be her daughter.

“Do you like what you see, Sarah
Atkinson?” Alicia brought the tip of the dildo to an elongated nipple.

“You’re a very beautiful girl,
Alicia.”

“Not too fat?”

“You’re hardly fat.”

“Nor am I skinny. Did you know some
viewers prefer their women with a bit more flesh?”

“I hadn’t thought about it. But I’m
sure some do.” Sarah knelt to get a close up of the dildo entering Alicia’s
pussy. She chewed on her tongue, not wanting to make a sound and spoil the
moment. Had Alicia gone into her own world and left her photographer behind?

Ecstasy flashed across the girls
features. Her soft whimpers made Sarah’s fingers shake.

“That was good,” Alicia said, a
couple moments later. “I hope you got my face as well as my pussy. I believe a
woman’s face tells as much about the moment of orgasm as any thing else, don’t
you, Sarah?

“Yes.” She fought to control her
stammer. “I do believe you’re right. But don’t try to seduce me, Alicia. Pretending
is one thing to help you pose, but I’m off limits.”

“Too bad.” Alicia pouted and then
grinned. “But at least pretending to seduce you is helping me a lot. I learned
long ago to put myself in the middle of the fantasy I was trying to portray—whether
that was a kid having a blast at the beach modeling swimwear, or a secretary in
an adult movie seducing her boss.”

“Do what you have to do to be real
for the camera. Just be clear I’m off limits.”

“You mean you’re not affected by me?”
Alicia flicked her tongue between her lips and lifted a breast to her mouth. She
had no difficulty twirling her tongue around a nipple.

“I didn’t say that.” Sarah softened
her tone. “What I’m saying is I’m in control of my body and you won’t be having
it.”

“My loss, I’m sure. That’s okay, Ms.
Atkinson, but it is a huge turn on watching you exercise all that control. I
must be pretty good if you have to go to all that effort not to step over here
and sample me.” Alicia pouted. “Too bad. Maybe you get off by watching.” Without
further announcement, Alicia moved the dildo to her anus, smiled at the camera
and pushed the object inward.

Sarah emitted a gasp she hoped wasn’t
audible and continued clicking the camera. Alicia was one hot chick. Sarah
fought hard to remember Adam’s admonition against her having other women.

She frowned. But he’d been talking
about thirds. She shook her head and refocused the camera on Alicia’s gyrating buttocks.
Adam no doubt had intended to mean no other women than Maria—period. Anyway,
Alicia was too young.

But damn, the young woman didn’t
lack experience. The dildo was in deep. Alicia smiled at the camera again and
surfed her fingers across her clit. “Oh,” she muttered. Her mouth formed a
perfect inviting
O
that Sarah did not miss. Alicia delighted in playing the
temptress. She had a future in the business.

At last, the girl pulled the dildo
out. “That should do it, don’t you think?”

Sarah nodded. Thankfully, she had on
a long skirt and Alicia could not see the juices slithering down her inner
thigh.

Alicia stuffed the cheerleader
outfit into a duffle and put on the tank top and ripped shorts she’d shown up
wearing. She looked like so many young women who cruised the local mall. “You
don’t think I’m depraved or weird do you?”

“Of course not. Why would you think
that?”

“And you don’t think I’m only good
for sex?”

“No.” Sarah frowned at the girl. “Is
that why you tried so hard to seduce me? That I would only see you as a sex
object?”

Alicia shrugged her shoulders. “Most
do. Guys and girls.”

“You are an attractive young woman,
Alicia. I won’t deny you are sexually tempting. But I like to think I can
appreciate the feminine body without necessarily wanting to hump it.”