Chapter 39: Quite the Lady’s Man

Saturday, 11:03 am

I regained consciousness the following morning in a soft bed with a single, warm body pressed to my front. My arm was draped over whoever was cuddled against me, and a tiny breast rested in my palm. That, along with the feel of a firm ass pressed against my crotch, was enough to confirm who it was before I even had to open my eyes. Rose was asleep in my arms as I began to stir.

I blinked the sleep out of my eyes and confirmed my suspicions of who was spooning me. Rose was still asleep as I propped my head up and looked down at her, admiring her dark skin against my lighter complexion. I leaned forward, pressed my lips to her shoulder, and tried to sort through the foggy memories of what had transpired after I came to bed and exactly who had come with me. The answer lay about a foot away on the other side of her.

Jessica was on her back, one arm over her head, and the sheets pulled down to near her waist. Her large breasts were laying against her chest, mounds of soft flesh laying as flat as possible despite their sheer volume. Her pale nipples were soft and rested almost smooth against her areola. Cherry-red lips were parted fractionally, moving ever so slightly as she dreamed, and her dyed red hair was splayed out over the pillow. She was the only other woman in my bed.

I extracted myself from my blankets as quietly as possible so that the two of them could sleep and caught sight of something on my end table—my exact model phone with that flawless look they had when freshly taken out of the box. A sticky note had been attached to it, and scrawled across it in Erin’s handwriting was a message:

Hey, boss. Got you a new phone. Temp pin is the last four of your primary bank account number. Everything’s been transferred over from your old one. I bought some backups just in case you break another.

Erin

God bless my assistant.

I yawned, went to the bathroom while setting the security on my new phone, and then scrolled through my messages and social pages. Several people who had attended the event last night had posted about it, garnering a lot of views. It couldn’t compete with anything like the story about the celebrity divorce that had just leaked, but it was strange to open my feeds and find occasional posts about my party that I didn’t have to go hunting for. Even a few relatively famous people who hadn’t been invited commented on some of the posts, tagging me and asking where their invite was. It was all so surreal.

But this was what I wanted—to get the house party out there and get a lot of publicity to bolster faith that I was active and making connections. I hoped that—along with the crash course in business and the company culture from Chandler—was enough to keep Hiro Tanaka’s faith and possibly even win over some of the other shareholders as time passed. In truth, I barely knew what I was doing, and once more, I entertained the idea of hiring a PR team to help me with this sort of thing.

I didn’t bother checking my DMs. There were already over a hundred messages, and the thought of scrolling through them was intimidating, let alone answering them. That brought on another question—did I need to hire someone to go through my communications? Surely, that was something Erin couldn’t handle on her own.

My texts weren’t nearly as bad; I had a few spam messages, one from my mom, telling me that they’d be over at seven for dinner, one from Erin telling me she would be heading to YPV soon to go through the documentation for my grandfather’s estate, and a text from Dillon that turned out to be—

“Fuck!” I muttered and looked away from my phone when I realized he’d sent me a dick pic. Feeling like it was too early for that sort of thing, approached the shower and turned it on. Then I picked up the phone and sent a message back to Dillon.

Me: Look, I know things got a little crazy last night, but could you not?

He replied almost immediately: Shit! I meant to send that to Kelly! My bad, dude!

Me: You meant to send that to Kelly? Why? Aren’t you here? And didn’t she see it enough last night?

Dillon: Nah. I had to open for work. Kelly was still asleep when I left. She asked me to send her one last night, though.

Me: Okay. Just watch who you’re sending it to. Do that again, and I’ll send it to your mom and sister.

Dillon: You wouldn’t!

Me: Wanna bet a million dollars?

I hopped into the shower without waiting for a reply. As I showered, I thought back to what had transpired the previous night—specifically, what had happened in the hot tub. Frankly, I was surprised Jessica had participated so much after having expressed interest in us getting back together. She’d allowed so many firsts to happen ... at least, that I was aware of. After Dillon and I spit-roasted her, Erin and Rose had practically manhandled her. Rose sat behind her, holding her arms in place, making out with Jess while Erin ate my cum out of her vagina. Then she spit it back into Jess’s mouth and spread the combination of our fluids all over the lower half of my ex’s face.

Then, Erin sat back in my lap and slid my dick back inside her while we watched Jess taste her first pussy as she ate out Rose. I particularly enjoyed seeing Rose get rough with Jessica, dominating the buxom redhead by roughly riding her face until she came violently, claiming that she was a natural pussy-eater. As we watched her service Rose, Erin would tell her stories about everything I’d done with other women so far — how I’d fucked three women in the pool, had a six-person orgy with five women, and been in more threesomes than I could count. She told Jess that women coming out of the woodwork would date me in a heartbeat. Rose even chimed in, wondering how Jess felt about it, knowing what she’d given up and what she could have had. Honey joined in, fingering Jess’s clit and saying similar things while Jonah fucked my ex. Jessica’s arousal seemed to feed off the humiliation as her orgasms sounded more and more intense as time went on.

Eventually, we all ended up in separate rooms: Jonah and Honey in one room, Dillon and Kelly in another, and Rose, Erin, and myself in mine. Jess was left in the tub with no direction, and at the last moment, asked if she could come with us. I agreed. Rose, Erin, and I spent the next hour playing with each other while Jess simply fingered herself. Eventually, Rose had pity on her and finished her off while I fucked Erin to a final orgasm before we all collapsed in a pile together.

I enjoyed the feel of the water cascading down on me as I replayed the events from last night. It was touching in a twisted sort of way to have the ladies go after Jessica like that. I ran my hand over my body, feeling the remnants of the slick feeling of sexual fluids wash off me, and ended up playing with myself as I continued to run through all the different scenarios.

I saw movement out of the corner of my eye and looked over to see a very naked Jessica standing just outside my shower, watching me through the glass. Her hands were clasped in front of her, fingers toying with the trimmed brown bush that grew just above her pussy. Her heavy breasts were squished together between her arms as she stood there.

“Hey Jess,” I said, still holding onto my cock. I gave it a firm squeeze as I stared at her lovely tits on display. “You trying to creep me out or something?”

“No,” she said. “I didn’t want to interrupt you. You looked deep in thought.”

“Was just thinking about last night.”

“Ah,” she said, her hazel eyes wandering around the shower. Considering it was one of the most elaborate showers with a ridiculous number of spouts and large enough to easily fit five or more people, I imagined she was a little in awe.

“You want to join me?” I asked.

“If ... you don’t mind?”

“Come on.”

Jess did, opening the glass door and stepping inside. I watched as she stepped under the overhead spouts, the hot water washing over her translucent skin. She closed her eyes and tilted her head, letting the water wash over her face. Trails of water washed down her pretty neck and ran between her large breasts like a small waterfall, and I thought back to all the times I’d kissed and licked that space between her tits. The fond memories were still there, but I didn’t have that nostalgic feeling I’d had when she first arrived at the apartment.

“Did you have fun last night?” I asked.

She was quiet for a moment as she ran her fingers through her wet hair. Then she said, “I’ve never done anything like that before.”

“An orgy?” I asked.

“I’ve never fucked more than one person at a time,” she said, “let alone seven other people. Four of them were women, and I’d never even kissed a girl before.”

“A lot of firsts,” I said.

She didn’t respond. Instead, she remained silent as she grabbed one of the several washcloths available and began bathing herself. I approached her and took the cloth from her hands. She started to protest, but I hushed her and had her turn around so that I could wash her back.

“Why’d you do it?” I finally asked as I lathered her back with the washcloth.

Her answer took several minutes to come, and then she said, “It seemed like you wanted me to.”

By this time, I’d washed most of her back and had dropped to my knees as I ran the washcloth over her ass. I looked up at her and said, “That’s the only reason?”

She nodded and said, “Well, it was hot. They all were ... and when everyone started doing things...”

“It turned you on?” I said.

She nodded.

“Did you enjoy watching me fuck Erin and the others? The things they said to you?” I asked.

Jess shook her head and said, “No.”

“Really?” I asked. “You could’ve fooled me.”

She seemed lost in thought, and I stood up, turned her around, and began soaping up her front, paying particular attention to her breasts as I enjoyed their weight. She placed a hand on top of one of mine as I ran my palm over it, holding it in place. I looked up to meet her eyes, kneading the handful of flesh. She bit her lip and gazed at me heatedly as she rubbed her thighs together.

“I did it for you,” she said. “I realize things can’t be the way they used to be. You’ve changed ... and done so much ... I get that. I just wanted to show you that I can change too.” She placed a soft hand on my chest, and her manicured fingers grazed down it until they came in contact with my cock. Her fingernails lightly traveled over its length. “I can be whatever you need me to be if it means I can have you again.”

“You really came here expecting me to take you back, didn’t you?” I said.

“Marcus,” she husked as her fingers wrapped around the girth of my dick, “I quit my job and dumped the guy I was dating to come here. I was already willing to move. I was a great girlfriend, wasn’t I? I can be that again, and I think I proved last night that I can be so much more.”

I thought back to last night and what we put my ex through. I recalled what Rose, Erin, and Honey had said ... how they had belittled her for her choice to ‘toss me aside for some loser.’ Jessica hadn’t just been willing to take it all ... after a while, it seemed to fuel her sexual frenzy. Everything about her performance last night turned me on, but only because she was a beautiful woman who had wronged me being tormented by other beautiful women. It had been a power fantasy wrapped in a thin veil of sexual depravity.

Fucking Danni, I felt more than just a physical attraction ... I felt her warmth and tenderness. Looking into her eyes, I felt like I could connect with her soul. It wasn’t always just about raw sexuality with her—not that the primal desires weren’t there between us. Our time on the elevator proved that.

My time with Danni had been intimate as well as carnal. I had no desire to have that sort of intimacy with Jessica.

“I’m sorry, Jess. No.”

Her brow knit in confusion, and the fingers on my cock slowed to a halt. “No?”

“No,” I repeated. “I don’t want to go back.”

“Didn’t you hear me?” Jess said. “I know we can’t have what we used to. I’m telling you that it can be different. I’m open to sharing you. You want me to watch you get fucked by other women? I’ll do it. I just want to be yours again.”

“I don’t want you,” I said, then quickly clarified, “not like that. I’m already considering someone else.”

“I can be better to you than she can,” Jess said.

“You’ve already proven you can’t.”

Jessica took a few steps back, her eyes narrowing as she stared at me through the downpour falling around us. I saw her jaw clench and unclench. Finally, she said, “So, was there ever a chance for us?”

There was a point last night where I’d considered it. I thought about telling her about it. Maybe it would have softened the blow ... or perhaps just muddied the water. I shook my head, “Probably not.”

“You could have told me sooner!” Jess said, her tone accusatory.

“I did!”

“When?” She asked.

“On the phone before you came here!”

“You could have been clearer!” Jess said.

“No. I really couldn’t have,” I countered.

“Is this what you wanted?” Jess asked. Her anger melted, and she looked at me pleadingly. “Did you want me to put on that dress and come here just to humiliate me and then send me back home with nothing?”

Oh, hell no. There was no way she was about to turn this around on me. I stalked toward her, and she took a few steps back before bumping against the glass wall between us and the rest of the bathroom. I placed my hands on either side of her head and leaned against the glass, bringing my face close to hers. “The fuck are you saying?”

“You—”

“No,” I growled, cutting her off. “Let me remind you that you left me for some other guy. Then the fucking moment you found out I have money, you dumped him and came back here to manipulate me into taking you back.” I cocked my head and said, “And you know what? It almost worked. You showed up here with those big puppy dog eyes and kissed me the way you know I like to be kissed, and I seriously thought about it.”

“Then you know what happened? I remembered that you cheated on me, and I don’t need someone like that in my life! I tried to tell you that on the phone, but you didn’t listen. You never listen once you get something stuck in your head. You had your little plan and knew how to push my buttons. Well, I’ve changed, and now I’m telling you that you and I are through. I don’t want to date you anymore, and I thought that would have been made perfectly clear by the fact that I got off watching my friends use you while I fucked Erin and the others.”

With her back pressed against the wall and eyes as large as saucers, Jess wasn’t exactly looking at me with fear, but there was something approximating it. “Some people like watching the people they love with others,” she said. She sounded like she was trying to convince me of something, but it was weak.

“I’m not one of those people.”

“What do I do?” she asked.

I looked her up and down and decided that if she could just walk in here and touch me, I could do the same. I slipped my fingers between her legs and found her opening. I was surprised to find her folds already slick with arousal in a way that had nothing to do with the shower water. What had been unlocked in her mind in the last twenty-four hours to make her aroused by a confrontation like this?

I slid a middle finger into her up to the second knuckle. “I dunno, Jess ... go back home, I guess?”

There was a hitch in her voice as she said, “I don’t have anything to go back to.”

“That’s not my problem,” I said.

I could see the hurt in her eyes, but her voice was low and husky as she spoke. “Really? After all we’ve been through together, that’s all you can say?”

“I said something similar when you apologized for leaving me for another man,” I said.

She had no reply to that, and when she didn’t respond, I slid a second finger between her petals as I reached for one of her heavy breasts. I palmed it in my hand, kneading her flesh before taking her small, pale nipple between my fingers and pinching it roughly. I heard her suck in a breath.

We were silent for about a minute before I finally asked, “You really quit your job?”

She looked like she was about to say something but simply bit her lip instead, looking up at me with a mixture of confusion and heated arousal.

I had a growing list of things that needed to be done. I’d just considered someone to read and respond to my DMs ... maybe an assistant to Erin? I also needed a PR team, but Jess didn’t have the skillset for that, nor was I about to trust her to manage my public image. I had a cleaning service that took care of my house, though...

“You want a job?”

Over the next few minutes, I explained how I was open to bringing her on as a maid. She would be expected to clean, serve food, and perform any other tasks I felt necessary. She would take orders from Erin and me until I had a household manager. Then, she would answer directly to whoever that was. In exchange, I would give her an apartment in the building along with benefits and pay her enough to make sure she could afford a comfortable life in the city. She seemed disappointed that she wouldn’t stay in the apartment, but she didn’t hesitate long before taking the job. I told her she had a week to get her affairs in order, move, and settle in. I wanted her to start next Monday. With my fingers up her cunt and a hand on her breast, it was the strangest job interview I’d ever attended.

Near the end, we were interrupted by Rose, who stood in the middle of the steam, looking through the glass. It looked like she just woke up. Seeing my ex pinned against a wall while I fingerfucked her seemed to clear some of the fog in her mind, as she suddenly became very interested in what we were doing.

“Mind if I join?” She asked,

I looked at my ex, but she simply stared up at me as she took shallow breaths while I pumped my fingers in and out of her. She wasn’t enthusiastically accepting of Rose’s potential involvement, but I suspected she hadn’t given up all hope of winning me back. In her mind, participating in things like this was probably a good way to show that she had changed and was good girlfriend material. I had discouraged her from that notion, but if she wanted to hang onto false hope, what business of that was mine?

Over the next twenty minutes, Rose and I wrung pleasure out of Jessica like she was a wet rag. I held Jess from behind while Rose washed her front, stopping to kiss her lips, her neck, her breasts, and then, once she’d thoroughly cleaned it, her pussy. She let me direct the whole thing, complying when I told her to leave love bites all over Jessica’s ivory neck.

Then, we took turns using Jess’s mouth. On her knees, she kept going back and forth between us, eating out Rose one moment, then taking my dick in her mouth the next. We eventually ended up on the bench with my member engulfed by Jessica’s petals while her face was buried between Rose’s legs. It all ended with a chorus of cries that filled the bathroom as much as the steam.

I left the pair of them to get cleaned up as I stepped out of the shower and headed back into my room. I slid on a pair of boxers, a shirt, and threw on my robe before leaving the apartment.

Downstairs, I found a beautiful spread on the dining room table—platters of eggs, bacon, sausage, burritos, pancakes ... all the staples needed to soak up the excess alcohol consumed after a night like ours. Camille had truly outdone herself.

I started to put a plate together when my chef came out to set down a fresh pitcher of orange juice and a new bottle of champagne for mimosas. Her hair was up in a bun, and she had a thin sheen of sweat on her face and neck, but when she saw me, she flashed a beautiful smile and said in that French accent, “Good morning, Mister Upton!” Even hot and sweaty, she was gorgeous with an air of class about her.

“Marcus is fine,” I said, returning her smile. I poured myself a glass of champagne while my chef took the plate I’d started making and began preparing it for me. I asked her how she was adjusting and if she was enjoying working here, and she filled me in on how her fiance would be here by the end of the week and that she was enjoying working for me.

As she handed me a plate, she gave me another smile, displaying those cute dimples on her cheeks I’d noticed my first day here. As I took the plate, my fingers brushed hers, and I could have sworn I felt her thumb brush my fingertips before I took the plate from her hands. That was the moment when Erin came into the room.

Erin was dressed in a short gray pencil skirt and a sleeveless white button-down vest shirt. Her silver hair was pulled back in a simple ponytail. Her makeup had been applied, and she looked like an office girl on the set of a dirty movie—every boss’s dream.

She was just putting her second earring in when she spotted me and gave me that infectious smile of hers. “Glad I caught you before I left!”

“Me too. I was disappointed you weren’t there when I woke up.”

“Aw. Me too,” she said, “but I had a few things to take care of before I headed up to YPV. I’m taking Vikram with me. He said he offered to help.”

“Yeah. Hopefully, he’ll make it go quicker. He’s still here?”

“Yeah. He and Venus ended up getting a room here. She had to leave last night, but he was too drunk to drive, so he crashed here. Honey, Rose, Jonah, Kelly, and some others from last night are still here too. Dillon had to go back to work this morning.”

“Yeah,” I said, inwardly grimacing as I was reminded of the present he left me. “I got a text from him.”

“So,” Erin continued, “I made sure Camille had everything she needed so everyone got fed. That’s one of the things I needed to get done before I left.”

“Cool. Speaking of getting things done, could you arrange to have the jet prepped for a flight tonight?”

“Um ... sure. Where to?” Erin asked.

“Vegas. Just for the day.”

Erin knitted her brow in curiosity. “Back to Vegas? Why?”

“Julia told me that Charity is being released from the hospital today. I wanted to see her.”

“Aw!” Erin said. “That’s so sweet!”

“It’s literally the least I can do,” I said.

Erin made a face and said, “Marcus, you paid all her medical bills.”

“You know what I mean.”

“Alright,” Erin said, pulling out her phone and tapping some notes. “Anyone going with you?”

“Well, Chloe, I presume. Whoever else from her team she decides needs to go. Maybe one more.”

“Not me?” She asked.

“You want to go?”

“I’d love to, but I assumed you’d want me to stay on this search until we’ve uncovered something.”

“Yeah,” I said. “Probably for the best.”

“Anyway, I’ll get on it. What time?” Erin asked.

“Eleven?”

“I’ll let you know if there’s any complications, but it should be doable,” Erin said.

“Cool. Anything else I should know before you take off?”

“I also fed your pet,” Erin said with a smirk and a heat in her gaze that suggested intense arousal, anger, or a combination of the two.

“Uh ... my pet?” I asked.

“You mean Jack?” Camille asked, having returned for a few empty dishes.

Erin glanced at her, then closed the distance between us, placed a hand on my chest, and slid it up to the back of my head. She pulled me down so that our lips met for a kiss and shoved her tongue in my mouth. I could taste the distinct flavor of feminine arousal on her lips and tongue, and it suddenly dawned on me what she was talking about.

Our lips parted, but we kept our faces close to each other. She looked up at me with those smokey eyes of hers and said, “I’ll see you later?”

I swallowed hard and said, “Can’t wait.”

“Good,” Erin said and stepped away. I glanced at Camille; she was turning back toward the kitchen, but I briefly caught a hint of an amused smirk.

“I’m going to take John with me,” Erin continued. “Tell Vikram we’re ready whenever he is.”

“Will do,” I said. “Which John?”

“The uninjured one,” Erin called out as she headed back toward the foyer to the elevators.

“Hey,” I said as Camille was about to disappear through the door to the kitchen. “Where’s Jack, anyway?”

She paused halfway through the door and said, “I saw him just a little bit ago. I think he’s with the others in the living room. He’s had a lot of attention this morning and has become quite the lady’s man. Like his owner, I think.”

I blushed a little at the implication. “Thanks,” I said, returning from the room with my plate of food and a large mimosa.

I almost immediately ran into Vikram, who I let know that Erin was ready to go.

“Hey,” he said, “Thanks for letting me crash here and everything.”

“No sweat,” I said. “Did you have a good time?”

He just grinned, and that was all I needed to know. Good for him. Venus was an incredible-looking woman; from everything I saw online, she seemed pretty cool. I hoped for him that it would go somewhere.

I told him to keep me posted if they found anything and to keep what they were doing a secret. After my encounter with Roger, my roster of people I could trust at YVP was pretty small—Vikram and Helen were about it ... maybe Karl, but I doubted it.

Vikram gave me directions to where everyone else was, and then we parted ways. I walked no more than ten feet when Emily rounded the corner briskly.

“Hey,” I said, “Where are you going?”

“Just ... somewhere else for a few minutes,” Emily said, blushing furiously.

I looked past her toward the living room. “Did something happen?”

“No,” my sister said. “I just needed to get out of there. They’re talking about...”

“About...” I repeated when she didn’t finish her thought.

“You know what? Go find out for yourself. I’m going to grab some bacon or something,” Emily said, giving me a shy smile. She brushed past me and continued down the hall.

Curious, I headed back to the rest of the group. Jonah and Richie were off to one side talking while all the girls sat cross-legged on the floor, their heads gathered conspicuously close as they listened to Natasya. She grinned while speaking soft enough so Jonah and Richie couldn’t hear them, and she held her index fingers out in front of her as if she were describing the length of something. Then she caught sight of me as I approached, and the other ladies followed her mahogany gaze to stare at me. They broke out in a chorus of giggles, and I suddenly realized that the ladies gathered were comparing notes and telling stories. It was my turn to blush.

Despite my embarrassment, my heart swelled to see Natashya out in the open, conversing with some of her friends and laughing. She was a beautiful soul who brought light to whatever room she walked into, and I hated to see that hidden away.

“Afternoon, ladies,” I said.

“Hi, Marcus!” Natashya said. “I heard you had fun last night.”

My gaze dropped to one of the ladies sitting on the floor with Natashya. Megan, Richie’s high school girlfriend, sat on the ground cross-legged, eating a mixture of fruit and yogurt. She stared up at me, all smiles and freckles. Sitting in her lap, purring and slow-blinking at me, was Jack. Seeing as the house was so big, I’d only seen him sporadically over the last few weeks. Most of the time, the only evidence that he existed was an empty bowl of cat food that either one of the ladies or I filled every morning. However, this morning, he seemed to have graced everyone with his presence.

I side-eyed Natashya and said, “Maybe we should change the topic to something more age-appropriate,” I said.

“What?” Natashya asked. “Megan? Don’t worry about her. She’s not a child.”

I simply shook my head, left the ladies to continue whatever they were discussing, and decided to join the boys. As far as I was concerned, if my mom and dad were letting Megan and Richie boink, then letting her overhear an adult conversation was the least of my concerns, even if it was at what was possibly my expense.

“What up, fellas?” I asked, plopping next to my little brother. I hadn’t spent time with Richie last night and felt bad for it.

“Heard you had a good time last night,” Richie said, grinning at me just as much as his girlfriend had.

“Yeah. I’ll bet you did,” I said. “That doesn’t leave the apartment, okay? Last thing I need is mom and dad giving their twenty-eight-year-old son a lecture about sex.”

“I’m not saying anything,” Richie said. “I don’t want to risk the chances of Mom and Dad not letting me come back here. This place is cool as hell.”

“Awesome,” I muttered as I dug into my eggs.

“You might have to worry about Emily, though,” Richie said. “As soon as they started talking about what happened last night, she bolted.”

Images of Emily straddling Natasha’s face entered my mind. I could still see her tits swinging as she rocked her hips back and forth over the dancer just moments before spotting me in the doorway.