Chapter 7

Astrid’s apartment. A cozy one bedroom on the sixteenth floor of 88 West, one of the city’s newest and most exclusive residential high rises. She’d begged me for a two bedroom on the twenty-sixth floor. You know, just in case she had guests sleep over, and they wanted to see the water from her balcony. Tough shit. That unit rented for well over twice what the smaller unit on the lower floor did. I loved fucking Astrid, but I didn’t love it that much.

She opened the door in full makeup, wearing something slutty, which for Astrid usually meant something scandalous. She had an amazing body and loved to show it off. Her strappy, skintight jumpsuit concealed just enough of her large breasts to keep her from being arrested for indecent exposure.

“I wasn’t expecting you tonight,” she said. I couldn’t tell if she was on her way out or just back from somewhere.

“I wasn’t expecting to come. Are you going out?”

“One of my friends is coming over. We were going to grab a drink down the road.”

“What’s his name?” She didn’t appear amused by my lame attempt at humor.

“Her name’s Brynleigh.”

I imagined it spelled that way. With a y and a gh. A stupid spelling of a stupid name. “Can you cancel?”

Astrid rolled her eyes and reached into her purse for her phone. It rang at precisely that moment.

“Hey, girl!” She glanced at me. “Uh huh. Look, my boyfriend just showed up. Yeah, he’s here now. No, I think he wants to stay in tonight. I don’t know. Really? Are you sure?” She held the phone to her breast. “She’s already here. She wants to know if she can hang out with us.”

“Is she hot?”

Astrid sighed. “Very.”

“Invite her up.”

Brynleigh wasn’t just hot. She was eye-wateringly gorgeous. Astrid took her coat and I couldn’t believe the formfitting mini dress she had on. So short, I could see her lacy blue underwear when she sat down.

“So, you’re the infamous boyfriend,” she said when we’d settled in with our drinks. “I’ve heard a lot about you.”

“Funny, I’ve heard nothing about you, Brynleigh. Astrid doesn’t ever talk about her friends.”

I rested my hand on Astrid’s knee, then slid between her legs.

“Only my dad calls me Brynleigh. Everyone else just calls me Bryn.”

“Bryn, huh? Is that what you want me to call you?” I worked my way up Astrid’s thigh to her crotch. She grabbed my wrist when I snuggled up against her pussy.

Brynleigh’s eyes drifted to where my hand disappeared between Astrid’s legs. “You can call me Brynleigh,” she said with a smile.

“Brynleigh it is, then. Love the dress, by the way. Very sexy.”

“Thank you.”

“Love the panties too.”

Brynleigh looked down, then spread her knees apart and reached between her legs to brush her fingertips over her vulva.

“You really like them?”

“I said I love them.”

Astrid leaned back into the sofa cushions with her legs spread and played with herself while I fucked her hot friend. We didn’t have threesomes very often. Astrid didn’t like to share. She could be selfish that way. But she indulged me because she loved her luxury apartment, and the fancy dinners, and all the other nice things I bought for her.

Probably why she never talked about her friends much, or brought them around to meet me. Brynleigh wasn’t the first of them I’d fucked. There’d been others. A tiny little Lao honey named Touly, and another who’s name I completely forgot, but whom I remembered vividly because she’d bruised my cock by jumping up and down on it like a maniac.

That wasn’t to say that Astrid had a jealous streak or anything like that. She’d known about my appetites long before we ever got together. In fact, she usually got off watching me fuck, and wasn’t opposed to going down on a girl from time to time. Hell, I’d even told her about Serena.

I think she was just wary and possessive. Astrid’s social circle was composed entirely of hot, young twenty-somethings, all in search of a rich, older man to take care of them. That made all of them potential competition, and Astrid of all people would know. She’d stolen me away from one of her other friends after joining us for a threesome.

At the moment, Brynleigh was making a strong case for herself. Everything about her was perfect. Beautiful face, tight body, small perky tits. She held one long, lean leg straight up in the air while I fucked her gorgeous pussy. A leg that could easily have belonged to a runway model, terminating in a tiny little foot with cute, manicured toes, which she kept trying to stuff into my mouth.

“Suck on them.”

Not really my thing. In fact, I didn’t know too many women who actually liked having their toes sucked, so I wondered why she thought that would be something I’d want. Instead, I pushed her legs back until her knees joined her head and went to town on that sweet little cunt of hers. The position brought my pelvis into contact with her clit, and she let me know how good it felt.

“That’s it, daddy. Use my pussy. Fuck it. Oh god, that feels good.”

Every fucking time. Daddy this, and daddy that. What was it with these girls?

“Don’t call me that,” I said between breaths.

She looked surprised. “Really?”

“Why don’t you get on your knees.”

My favorite position when they got overly talkie. I didn’t have to engage with them quite as much. Plus, it was easier to play with their asses. Unfortunately, it had the opposite effect with Brynleigh. She must have thought she was auditioning for a porno. Exaggerated moaning, tossing her head, and crying out. I could almost hear Astrid’s sigh of relief. She was safe. For now.