Chapter 3: The Final Story

For the next six hours, Danica quizzed Thornton on what he had uncovered about both her and her company. She also used him for sex in ways he had never imagined! While she gyrated on his lap and drank champagne, he told her about the photos he had discovered. “Well, that is unfortunate, but I don’t know as I can eliminate them at this late date,” she responded cryptically. Then she tightened her pussy while reaching down to caress his balls, causing her lover to gasp and cum, spewing upwards into her.

Afterwards she led him over to the bed, to throw aside the covers and lay back on the pink silk sheets. She fondled him back to life as she continued to question him. Thornton couldn’t understand why he was telling her about the investigation. Normally that was confidential and never told to the subject of the article. It didn’t matter, though. Danica Gray asked and he answered.

She was also insatiable in her lusts. Even as she questioned him, she was sucking and fucking him in every imaginable position. And toys? She had toys he had never heard of! Some he used on her, some she used on him, and some they used together. It was the wildest time he ever had.

She began with sixty-nine with her on her back and Thornton thrusting his cock down her throat at the same time he was licking her creamy pussy. Then she revived him and knelt while he fucked her doggy style. Afterwards, she fisted him stiff and handed him a squeeze bottle of Astroglide; she resumed the position and reached back to spread her asscheeks while he inserted his stiff cock into her asshole. It went like that past dawn and into the morning. They showered together, enjoying another assfuck under the multiple rainfall showerheads, then returned to her bed, for several more hours of fun, games, and interrogation.

Thornton couldn’t understand how he was able to fuck continuously like that. It was physically impossible for any man to fuck non-stop and ejaculate so often. By the time they stopped mid-morning, he had counted ten full ejaculations since they got to her room, and that was not counting the sex they had downstairs before and after the dinner. How was he able to continue like that? He felt like he was a hundred years old, but his cock was still hard, and he knew he could screw some more.

“Care for brunch?” Danica asked.

Thornton couldn’t understand it. If anything, she looked even younger and more vital than before. “I think so.” His stomach grumbled and he gave a wry smile. “Make that, I know so.”

She giggled and went with him to the bathroom, but for once didn’t use him for sex. She handed him a toothbrush still in its wrapper, and said, “I’ve got some clothing for you.”

“Oh?”

“Brush first, shave, and I’ll show you.” She placed a razor and shaving cream on the vanity, then stepped into the shower.

Thornton stared at his reflection as he brushed his teeth. There was a reason he felt exhausted. He looked awful! He had dark bags under his eyes and wrinkles on his face he’d never seen before. He looked and felt haggard, like a ninety-year-old man in a twenty-five-year-old body. Even his beard seemed old, with gray flecks he’d never seen before. Still, he looked down and his cock was stiff and ready for another session with Danica. He couldn’t understand it.

Danica took a quick shower and stepped out as he entered. She placed a hand on his cock and lightly stroked it. “Don’t worry. After breakfast I’m sure we’ll have some more fun.” Thornton rolled his eyes and stepped inside. He was looking forward to it, but at the pace they were going, he wondered if he would survive the weekend. When he got out of the shower, he glanced at the mirror. The shower had done him a world of good. He no longer felt like he was ninety. Now he looked and felt like he was in his mid-forties.

Danica handed him a towel. She had already done her makeup, which didn’t consist of anything more than a light lip gloss. Everything else about her was perfect. She had already put on a flirty little sundress that hung from her shoulders by spaghetti straps and only came down to midthigh. “I have some clothing for you.” She led him into one of the walk-in closets and pointed him towards a pair of hangers. On one was a pair of khakis and on the other was a light blue dress shirt. “I think that shade will flatter those beautiful blue eyes of yours,” she said.

“Underwear?” he asked.

Danica simply laughed. “And a very nice pair of shoes,” she finished, pointing to a pair of loafers. She stepped out of the closet still laughing.

Thornton simply shook his head and pulled the shirt on. He couldn’t believe it, but it felt like it was fitted for him. He took it off and checked the label, Huntsman, Savile Row, London. He knew immediately the shirt was handmade and custom tailored and took weeks to create. How did she get his measurements? The slacks were also from Huntsman. Then he checked the loafers. They were handmade from a buttery soft light tan leather with Dolce & Gabbana on the interior. Unbelievable.

He left the bathroom and closet complex and found the bedroom suite already cleaned and the bed changed. The French doors to the patio were open and Danica waved to him from a chair. He went out and found a glass-topped table set for two, and a lovely young server was standing to the side.

Danica stood and kissed him quickly. “You look magnificent.”

“How did you arrange this? How did you get my sizes? These guys only do custom work, and take weeks or longer to make?”

“Darling, please!” was the only reply, along with a dismissive wave at the very notion. She turned to the servant and said, “Darlene?”

“Yes, Miss Gray.” Darlene pushed an elegant cart closer and lifted the lids off several different serving dishes. Thornton selected some sausages, a small breakfast steak, some scrambled eggs, and a few pastries.

“That’s right, Thorny, build up your strength for later,” teased Danica. She did much like he did, though she skipped the steak and went with Eggs Benedict.

Darlene prepared a pitcher of mimosas, setting it on the table after pouring for each of them, and then wheeled the cart away.

“You eat like this every day?” asked Thornton.

“Don’t be judgmental, Thorny. I can certainly afford it, so why shouldn’t I?”

“How do you do it and still stay so slim?”

She laughed, then cupped her mammoth breasts and wiggled her wonderfully round rump on the seat of the chair. “Slim? I don’t think so.”

Thornton said, “You know what I mean. If I ate like this all the time, you’d have to roll me from room to room.”

“We worked off a lot of calories last night. This is simply refueling us for later.”

“So, you have more planned?”

“Of course. Finish up and we can move along.” She cut up her eggs and took a bite out of a sausage. “Now, all this research you’ve done ... what have you done with it? Who has seen it or worked on it with you?”

Thornton couldn’t explain why, but he answered her. She had an almost hypnotic ability with him. He told how he had reviewed it with his editor, how a staff researcher had found the various photographs and the various news reports and financial documents, and even how the information and documents were stored at his office and on the magazine’s servers.

When they finished brunch, Thornton asked, “Now what?” He glanced back through the doors to the bedroom.

She smiled. “Yes, but not quite the way you were expecting. Interested in finding out more about me and my company?”

“Absolutely! It’s why I came to your party.”

“Well, let’s go. It will take a little travel, but I promise you that you will learn everything you want to know.” She popped to her feet, which made for a wonderful jiggle under the light sundress. “Come on!” She held her hand out to him. Thornton smiled and finished his mimosa before standing up. She took his hand and pulled him through the bedroom to the upstairs hallway.

Thornton followed Danica down the stairs to the grand foyer, where the butler opened the door. Out in the driveway sat a limousine. The driver opened the rear door for them. “Where are we going?” he asked.

“To where you can learn more about me and my company. Trust me?” She ran a hand along the front of his pants.

“I’m not sure I should.”

Danica stopped rubbing and switched to grabbing the stiff cock inside. “Now do you trust me?”

Thornton groaned. “I trust you. I trust you.”

She smiled. “Let’s go.” She nodded to the driver. Once they were inside, he got behind the wheel and headed to a small airport a few miles down the road.

“Where are we going?” asked Thornton.

She smiled and groped him. “I’m taking you to paradise!”

“I can almost believe that,” he laughed. “Okay, take me to paradise.”

The driver pulled up near a private jet and stopped. The driver let them out and Danica led the way to the jet. A beautiful and buxom flight attendant with Eurasian features welcomed them aboard. “Miss Gray, Mister Halifax, welcome aboard. I understand we have about a nine-hour flight.”

“Nine hours!” exclaimed Thornton.

“That includes time changes,” responded Danica. To the flight attendant she said, “Jasmine, let John and Robert know that we can leave as soon as we settle in.”

“Of course, ma’am.”

“And then bring us a bottle of champagne when we get to cruising altitude. Three glasses, Jasmine.”

The flight attendant smiled. “Thank you.” She ushered Danica and Thornton down the aisle and then turned back to the cabin.

Thornton looked around the cabin. The defining word for the plane was ‘opulent’. It was rich and classy, unlike some of the private jets of the rich and famous he had run across. There were no gold and diamond fixtures, no flashy pictures of the company boss engraved into the woodwork. The tone was muted and plush. And small. For all the size of the jet, there were only a few rows of seats, with a separate cabin in the rear. “That’s the bedroom and bath,” explained Danica.

“Ahh!” Thornton replied.

As with most small jets, there were two seats per row, but while some of them were separated by the aisle, others were set together, with the aisle on the side. Danica pushed Thornton into one of the dual seats and sat down next to him. Moments later the jet began moving.