Chapter 4

Interlude

His first bukkake experience had been nothing like the videos he’d seen or the stories he’d read. Now, with midnight minutes away, Zack rested on a loveseat with Olivia. She had either passed out or fallen into a deep sleep; it was hard to tell as he watched the steady rise and fall of her chest, her hands resting motionless on her stomach.

The nurse had already performed a quick health check. Her slender, smooth legs were draped across his lap, her head resting on the opposite arm of the small couch. Like most of the others, she was completely naked, her attire long since discarded in the chaos. Zack’s hand rested on her skin, enjoying the softness of her legs.

Opposite him, his father and a couple of other men were engaged with a group of four or five girls. It sounded like they were conducting informal summer internship ‘interviews’ as the clock ticked toward the deadline. Edith, the house Madam, had called for a final fifteen-minute break. The time only truly mattered to those who had submitted a bid. Zack knew his father, Brock, had transmitted his offer before the session began.

The circle of older teens had clustered around the men on the long couch. At one end sat Brock, with one of the teenagers perched in his lap. Beside him were two other executives—one from a tech firm and the other from the entertainment industry. At this stage of the night, not a stitch of clothing remained in the room, and very few of the sixty people present were still sober.

Danika and Rebekah sat on pillows on the carpeted floor, leaning their backs against Zack’s couch while they sipped water and joined the conversation.

As he listened, Zack found the exchanges surprisingly informative. Each man had a teenager in his lap, absent-mindedly kneading her breasts or stroking her back. The girls posed sharp, insightful questions, and the group laughed often. In turn, the men grilled the girls on their education, career goals, and specific interests. No one asked if they would sleep with the boss—that would have been unprofessional and entirely redundant given the current setting.

The “cum fiesta” from twenty minutes ago felt like a distant memory. Along with Olivia, Danika, and Rebekah, four other girls were taking their break on the carpet. One, a lovely caramel-skinned Indian girl, discussed summer jobs with the entertainment executive while allowing him to finger her pussy. Zack had a feeling none of these girls would be lacking in opportunity come June; he’d have to ask his father if this was the standard recruitment strategy for the Pegasus Group.

As the group talked, Zack kept a protective eye on Olivia. Even in her current state, she was a vulnerable target; any man could wander over and sink his stim-hardened cock into her the moment the break ended. His own dick was reaching a full, rigid ache again—that damn patch Mrs. K had applied was doing its job too well. He was seriously debating, despite a flicker of conscience, finding some relief by sliding his stim-hardened cock into Olivia when a notification flashed on his device.

Zack, come to the master suite ASAP. End of 2nd floor south wing. Charlie.

His heart skipped a beat before he tapped out a reply: On my way. He noted the time on his screen—12:01 a.m. Saturday.

He couldn’t tell if his father had received a similar summons. Brock was still occupied with the petite brunette perched on his lap, his device resting on the table next to a half-empty glass of whiskey. Could his dad have won the auction? There were some heavy hitters with bottomless pockets in the room tonight, but there was only one way to find out.

He left Olivia curled on her side, snoring peacefully. She was still streaked with dried cum, her long dark hair a tangled mess, but a faint smile remained on her face. Zack showed his father the message; Brock offered a silent thumbs up and mouthed that he would be up shortly before returning his attention to kneading the girl’s small breasts.

As Zack ascended the stairs, his mind drifted back to the ‘cum fiesta’ they had just concluded. He’d arrived ten minutes late to find Danika already servicing two cocks on the long couch near the bar. He remembered the knowing look Melisa had shot him as he’d hurried to join the group.

Cum Fiesta

He moved with purpose after his shower with Sonya, feeling clean and revitalized. The energy downstairs had already surged without him. After a brief, hushed negotiation with the Madam, Zack entered the bar area.

Danika was on her knees, struggling to coordinate her movements as she managed two sizable cocks. Her strawberry blonde hair was pulled tight, highlighting her heart-shaped face, while her large breasts hung exposed for the room to see. She gripped a cock in each hand, working them with a clumsy focus as the two men urged her on.

His father, Brock, was the first to spot him. Danika was currently jacking his slick cock with one hand while turning her face toward Rabbi Abrams’ thick, circumcised dick.

“Zack, there you are. Come on, join us. It’s just the three of us,” Brock said, his voice relaxed and welcoming.

His father stood to the left and Rabbi Abrams to the right, with Danika positioned between them on a small pillow, facing Zack. Since neither man was wearing a kimono, Zack tossed his onto a nearby chair, standing ready.

The Rabbi extended a hand. “Glad you could make it, Zack.”

“My pleasure, Rabbi,” he replied, shaking the man’s large hand even as Danika strained to get her mouth around the Rabbi’s big cock head.

“Please, call me Jonathan,” he said, his attention already shifting back to the girl at his knees.

Danika’s green eyes finally collided with Zack’s as she shifted her mouth back toward his father’s cock, which jutted out from a dark thicket of pubic hair. She froze mid-motion, her eyes locking onto his while her cheeks burned a deep red. In that moment, she looked strikingly beautiful, gripping two cocks while a silver thread of spittle traced a path down her chin. Brock shattered the silence, using his palm to guide her face back onto his cock head.

“Use your hand to hold my balls,” Brock commanded.

“Yes, sir,” Danika managed, her voice strained and a pitch higher than usual as she scrambled to follow the men’s instructions.

She reached out with her right hand to cup his father’s hairy nut sack, simultaneously wrapping her lips around the end of his knob. She pushed herself further, drawing more of Brock’s dick into her mouth.

It was intensely erotic watching Danika take his father’s cock, Zack thought. Her face was a mask of concentration as she bobbed her head on his meat—the second time tonight she’d had his dad’s dick in her inexperienced mouth.

“There you go, good girl,” Brock murmured, offering soft encouragement. At the same time, Danika’s left hand clenched around Jonathan’s cock near the base.

Zack could see she was struggling to coordinate, her focus snapping between one cock and the other. It wasn’t like the porn he’d seen, where the actresses made managing multiple cocks look like a seamless, effortless dance. As he waited his turn, he felt the blood surging into his stim-patch-enhanced dick. He watched for an opening while his dad used both hands to steady her head, and Jonathan reached down to her exposed breasts, clamping his fingers over her left tit.

A sudden warmth on his back made him turn.

It was Rebekah, the gorgeous, mysterious beauty with the chestnut hair. She stood there, her palm resting firmly against his skin, with Madam Edith hovering just behind her.

“As you requested, Zack, I’ve brought her over the moment she cleared her last date. Enjoy,” Edith said, offering a knowing wink before retreating toward her station.

Before he met Rebekah’s gaze, he caught Melisa watching him from behind the bar. She wore a big, wicked smile, clearly approving of his tactical move.

“Hi,” was all he could manage. Her dark brown eyes locked onto his for a long beat, her head reaching just below his chin. The pretty brunette stood before him topless, wearing only a crotchless blue thong. A silver Star of David on a fine chain dangled in the deep cleavage between her breasts.

He couldn’t stop himself from reaching for her. Her perfect, heavy, round breasts were topped with dark nipples, and her skin had a rich, deep complexion that reminded him of Olivia’s olive tone.

Zack cupped her left breast, and she reacted by taking half a step back. Undeterred, he palmed the other with his left hand. They felt heavy and were slick with sweat underneath as he held them. She stopped retreating, her gaze locked on his. Searching her eyes, he thought he saw a flicker of something unreadable as her lips pulled into a tight, flat smile. Her right hand began to drift down his chest, moving purposefully toward his cock.

“Is this how you greet all your dates?” she asked. Her voice wasn’t angry, just cool and matter-of-fact.

He let a couple of snarky replies bounce around in his head before settling on one. “Only when her dad is watching,” he said.

She offered no direct response. He pulled his hands from her soft, heavy breasts and turned, gesturing her toward the small circle that had formed around Danika.

Zack tried to read the expression on her father’s face. Jonathan was currently hunched over, kneading Danika’s breasts while she pulled at his cock. However, the moment the Rabbi stood, his focus locked onto the arrival of his daughter.

For a beat, the two of them—father and daughter—exchanged a volley of sharp, rapid Hebrew.

“Problems?” Zack asked innocently of his ‘date’ once they had finished.

“No. My father and I were just discussing a small family matter,” she replied, turning her full attention back to Zack. “So, what do you want from me? You want me on my knees like Blondie here, or something else? Is it your fantasy to fuck a Jewish girl?” She delivered the questions with a stinging, direct edge.

For a beat, Zack was at a loss for words. He’d come in with a specific plan, one that had nothing to do with her heritage. But with only a few sentences, he felt himself yielding control to this direct, blunt-speaking beauty.

He chose honesty. “I’ve wanted to know you since I first saw you in the library last Fall.” It was a half-truth; he was undeniably attracted to her, but he buried the memory of his initial impression—that she was nothing more than a stuck-up Jewish princess. Back then, as a late enrollment fresh from Berlin, he’d been drifting, feeling isolated and out of place.