Chapter 9

Rachel shuffled the stack of papers and receipts into their appropriate file folders and slid them over to the side of her desk, satisfied with her work. She leaned back in the swivel chair, kicking her feet up on the desk and letting herself relax for a moment. From where she sat she could see through the small two-way mirror down to the bar below, and she watched as Ellen took a seat at the bar to count her tips for the night. Angie was straightening up nearby.

It'd been a great night. Rachel had been able to get a ton of paperwork out of the way with Angie covering the bar, all the things she'd been putting off until she had some free time. She hadn't gone over the night's receipts yet, but it looked as if they'd had nearly a record night. Angie was going to work out just fine. It looked as if Angie and Ellen were getting along well, which was also a good thing. Rachel was pleased.

She put her hands behind her head, smiling to herself.

Downstairs Ellen finished counting out her tips and slid the stack of bills into her purse. The last customers, a pair of older guys who were pretty sloshed, waved goodbye to her as they exited, and she gave them a polite wave, glad to be finishing up. She stifled a yawn as she took off her small waitress apron and tossed it on the bar.

"Pretty good night, tonight, Angie."

"Was it? I wasn't sure what to expect. I think we made out pretty well, though."

She dumped the pitcher they used to hold tips onto the bar as Ellen went over to lock up the front door and turn off the Open sign. It was a fairly impressive pile of cash. Angie smiled. Even if every night wasn't like this, she felt like she'd found the perfect job. She would have liked to have gone dancing with the gang, of course, but she figured it all worked out. She wondered if Josie had gotten Jake to go dancing or not. From there her mind wandered back to before the movies, when Josie had gone up to get Erin, leaving Angie and Jake alone in the car. She'd enjoyed flirting with Jake, even if that's all it was. She also remembered seeing him later, chatting with Anna at the bar, and realized that she felt a little possessive about him. Jake is Josie's boyfriend, she reminded herself, not yours.

Still, she figured he was more than just that to her. She wouldn't ever betray her best friend, but if Josie wasn't in the picture, she could see herself becoming quite attracted to Jake. She shook her head, telling herself not to think about him that way. She started counting up her take, wondering how long everyone would be out dancing, whether she should swing by Lotus before going home to see if anyone was still out.

Monica flipped her phone shut, giggling. Anna was driving her home after a night of dancing at the Lotus Garden. They were both pleasantly worn out from the dancing, and just a little tipsy.

"Was she asleep?" Anna asked.

"Oh, no," Monica said emphatically. "She and Jake had a quiet night at home." Monica laughed, and Anna had to smile.

"Well, that explains why she didn't come out dancing," Anna chuckled. She and Monica both could guess how Jake and Josie had spent the night, though they didn't know all the details.

Monica started to say something else, then seemed to decide against it. Anna looked over at her, and Monica just grinned back.

"Monica," Anna started.

"I know, I know. I'm a good girl now, Anna," she said. "But that doesn't mean I don't remember how good he was."

Anna just shook her head at her friend, rolling her eyes.

"Oh don't tell me you wouldn't jump at the chance to be with Jake."

"I didn't say that," Anna said, smiling broadly. "I'm just saying, well, there's no point in swooning after someone who's taken."

Monica let out a small sigh.

"Yeah, I know."

Josie let her cell phone drop to the floor and settled back to spoon against Jake. She was facing away from him, with his arms gently surrounding and holding her.

"Monica," she explained as she snuggled back into Jake.

"Hmmm, she's wondering why you didn't show up at Lotus."

Josie smiled, closing her eyes. She felt like she could barely move, so strong was her sense of contentment. She had thought she would pass out from the intense pleasure Jake had given her. Somehow hearing him describe his night with Erin had lit a fire in her, and once she'd started cumming it felt like she might never stop. She'd eventually collapsed on top of Jake in a trembling, spasming mess, unable to continue. But the night had been far from over.

Jake had given her a chance to calm down, holding her in place as well as he could. When Josie could finally speak again, she'd insisted that he tell her about Darcy as well. And he had. He'd told her about going upstairs and finding Frank caressing Cindy's beautiful tits, about watching through the bathroom door with Darcy standing so close. He told her how Darcy had pressed back into him, how he'd groped her as they watched, and Josie thought it was so erotic. She remembered coming across Jake and Darcy as they were fucking like beasts, and she was so hot herself, and as Jake was describing it all, suddenly Josie found herself sliding up and down his thick tool again, fucking Jake with all her strength once more, listening as Jake breathlessly described in detail how good it had felt to fuck Darcy wildly, bending her over the chair and entering her again and again from behind.

"You fucked that little slut too, didn't you Jake?" Josie had begged him to tell her.

"Yes, I fucked her again and again, and she loved it, I lost count of how many times she came!"

"Oh GOD JAKE! You fucked that slut Darcy like you're fucking me now! Oh fuck me Jake! Fuck your little slut!!"

Jake didn't hold back, ramming up into Josie with all his might as she bucked and spasmed all over him. He brought her quickly to another mind-blowing orgasm, and then another, finally exploding into her again, surprised that he had anything left to spurt.

After she'd gotten her breath back, Josie had nearly fallen asleep on top of Jake, so complete was her physical and mental exhaustion. They both felt incredible.

And so they'd just lain there, quietly holding each other and catching their breath, drinking in the moonlight. About an hour or so later Josie had answered her cell phone and talked briefly to Monica. Josie could tell that Monica knew what they were up to, and for some reason that made her happy too.

Despite the pleasure they'd just given each other, Jake still felt guilty. Was Josie mad at him? He wasn't sure just what she was thinking at this point. He waited for what felt like a long time before he said anything again.

"Josie, baby, I'm so, so sorry." He stroked her hair as he spoke, and Josie turned to lay on her back so she could face him.

"Oh Jake. What am I going to do with you?"

The smile on her face immediately made Jake feel better. Not guilt-free, but better. She reached up and put her hand on his cheek.

"The thing is," Josie went on, "I'm not really mad. I mean, part of me is. Maybe a little hurt... Oh, I don't know what I'm trying to say. I don't want you to be with other girls, Jake. I guess it's just that simple. You're MY boyfriend, and I don't want to share. I don't want to fight with you, everyone makes mistakes, but I don't want you to do it anymore."

She kissed him once, lightly, then again with more passion, her tongue moving into his mouth. Jake kissed her back, enjoying the play of her mouth on his. When she stopped a few moments later he spoke.

"Josie, I don't want to lose you. You know I love you. Even when I was with Mandy I loved you. And I know I'm selfish. No, no, we both know it's true. But I promise to you that I will do better. I want us to be happy, I want to be with you."

Josie kissed him again, moaning slightly as she did. Some small part of her was still conflicted, but she loved Jake so much, she just wanted to believe what he was saying and forget about everything that had happened. Besides, she thought to herself, she couldn't truthfully say that she hadn't been turned on by seeing Jake with those girls. God, she'd been so hot watching them. She kissed Jake a few moments longer, then pulled back, resting her head on his arm.

"It's okay, Jake. I trust you. I love you so much."

"Josie, I don't deserve you." And that's the truth, he thought to himself.

Josie closed her eyes, the exhaustion of the day suddenly catching up to her, and Jake watched her affectionately as she drifted off to a contented sleep. He soon did the same.

The next morning Clark woke to find himself curled up under a tree, covered in leaves and feeling like shit. He looked around and took a minute to realize that he was in laying in the bushes behind Erin's apartment building. Jeeze, he thought to himself with disgust, I must have passed out.

As he pulled himself up he tried to remember what had happened. He had a vague image of knocking on Erin's door, trying to get her to talk to him, but it was pretty dim. He hadn't realized how drunk he'd been, apparently. He looked at his watch: it wasn't yet 5:00 am. Lurching in the direction of home, he was grateful that no one was around to see him. He just wanted to get home, take some aspirin, and crawl into bed.

Inside, Erin tossed and turned in bed. She hadn't slept well, and after getting up to pee an hour before dawn was now having a hard time getting back to sleep. She rolled onto her back, looking up at the early morning rays of sunshine coming through the tree branches in her bedroom window.

Late last night she'd been trying to get some studying done, mainly to give herself something to do besides think about Jake, when there'd been a knock at the door. Then, as now, she was dressed in just a long t-shirt that came down just above mid-thigh on her. She'd jumped up from her books, hoping that Jake had come by to see her again, but looking through the peephole she saw instead that it was Clark.

He was clearly drunk, more so than she'd ever seen him. He'd gone to another bar after leaving Teddy's, and then he'd picked up a flask of booze on his way out. By the time he'd decided to go to Erin's apartment he wasn't thinking too clearly.

"Erin, baby? Are you in therrr?"

He was slurring loudly as he knocked, and Erin was afraid he'd wake up her neighbors, but she certainly didn't want to open the door. She'd crept back from the door, waiting for him to go away. He wasn't taking the hint, though, and continued to knock and ask for her for another 5 minutes or so. Erin was just about to give in and talk to him when she heard her next-door neighbor open her door and yell something at him. Then she heard Clark grumble something incoherently. She could hear him knock against the guard rail, and he seemed to be stumbling away. She'd waited another minute, then checked the peephole; he was gone.

She'd wondered what had happened, but mostly she was just glad he was gone. She reminded herself to apologize to her neighbor the next day, then double-checked her locks and tried to go to bed.

Her dreams, however, didn't make it easy. More than once she'd dreamt that Jake was climbing into bed with her, his strong hands on her, pushing her t-shirt up to expose her hungry naked body, yet when she reached out for him she'd awake to find herself alone and horny. She'd masturbated off and on all night, fantasizing about being with Jake, feeling him inside of her, his hands all over her, but though she made herself cum several times she could find no relief, no satisfaction. She wanted badly to see him again, soon.

"No, we ended up staying in. Yeah, the big slug didn't want to go dancing. Yeah, tell me about it."

Josie winked at Jake as she chatted on the phone with Angie. She was dressed in a thick terry-cloth robe, sitting at the center kitchen bar while Jake fixed breakfast in his boxers. He rolled his eyes at her and she grinned back at him, watching him as he turned back to the stove. She let her eyes drift over his muscular back as she continued talking.

"No, we're just about to have breakfast. Come on over if you want. Okay, I'll see you in a few."

She set the phone down and hopped down off her stool to move around the edge of the counter, coming up behind Jake. He smiled as he felt her snuggle up behind him, her arms circling his waist.

"So I'm the slug, eh?"

"Yep, guilty as charged, slug. Angie's coming by, so make some extra, okay?"

He reached for a couple more eggs to crack into the batch he was currently scrambling with a fork.

"Cool."

"Hmmm," Josie purred as she hugged Jake, moving her hands over his flat stomach.

Jake half-turned to put an arm around her, twisting in her arms so that he faced her. He bent down and she raised her face to kiss him. After a moment Josie pulled back and smiled up at him, and Jake grinned back at her. I am going to be a better boyfriend, Jake told himself as he looked down at her; she looked so sexy this morning, her hair still tousled from sleep and the previous evening's activities. Her expression was still bright and sunny, and her pretty brown eyes were sparkling.

He gave her forehead a light kiss. "Now scat, woman, or I'll never have breakfast ready!" he mock-commanded as he returned to the cooking. Josie giggled and gave him a playful swat on the ass, then went to the fridge to get some juice.

Cindy stretched out her arms as she sat up in bed, letting her thick locks of shimmering blonde hair cascade around her shoulders. She felt pleasantly rested, having slept in a little later than she normally did on Sundays. She hopped out of bed, her bare feet padding along the carpet as she walked out of her bedroom to the bathroom to grab a glass of water.

After having a drink she started brushing out her hair. She assessed herself in the mirror as she worked out the morning tangles, dressed in her favorite jammie-pants and top. She liked what she saw, even though she certainly didn't like to flaunt it. She remembered how Frank had been last night, so affectionate and flattering once they'd gotten back to her apartment. She'd questioned whether or not that was a good idea; she didn't want to give him the wrong idea. But he'd been a perfect gentleman, at least for the most part. When they'd kissed goodnight he'd practically begged to let her take him out for breakfast the next day, but she'd played it coy, telling him to give her a call but not committing to anything.

The truth was, she did find herself becoming more attracted to him. He seemed like a nice guy, a good listener, fun to be around; all the things she'd list if asked what she wanted in a boyfriend. Maybe he'd work out, maybe not. She didn't want to rush into anything, that was for sure. She'd seen too many friends fall head over heals for some guy only to have their hearts crushed later. That was why despite the many offers she received, she was fairly picky when it came to dating.

She set down the brush, satisfied for now. She knew she wanted to get to the library later to study for an upcoming exam, but she didn't feel like going anywhere just yet. Maybe she'd give one of her buddies a ring. Monica and Anna were usually up for something fun. Or maybe she'd see what Josie was up to. She had to smile at herself; what she really wondered, she realized, was what Jake was up to.

That same morning Frank was in such good spirits he was practically prancing around his apartment. His two hung-over roommates had threatened to throttle him if he didn't either shut up or get out. Frank had tried to tell the guys that he was on cloud nine because of a girl, but they didn't want any of it, both of them nursing headaches from a long night of drinking the night before. Frank decided he'd talk to them about it later, deciding instead to go for a walk.

Last night with Cindy had been just about perfect. He had been afraid that she'd say she wanted to go dancing (which would have been okay but not what he wanted), or that she'd just call it a night (which would have totally sucked). When she invited him back to her apartment it was all he could do to hide his excitement. Of course, he didn't expect to spend the night or anything, but he figured it was a good sign.

They'd walked the long way around campus, and Frank really did enjoy the stroll despite his anxiousness to get to her place. It didn't occur to him until they were at her building, but he wondered what she would have done if he'd tried to hold her hand. Maybe it was too early for that sort of thing, he figured.

No matter, though; they'd walked right up to her door, and she'd unlocked it and let him follow her in like it was no big deal. He kept telling himself to relax, to stay calm, but man did she look sexy. It wasn't just a physical attraction for him - he really liked Cindy a lot - but there was no denying how devastatingly cute she looked that night. He tried not to think about how nice it had been to hold her the other night at Jake's party, to have his mouth on those delicious soft globes with their hard little nips...

"Can I get you something to drink?" Cindy asked, turning on the lights in the front room. Her apartment was a simple one-bedroom much like Erin's, with a sitting room next to a small kitchen. A dark hall led back to what Frank assumed was the bathroom and bedroom.

"Uh, Sure, whatever you're having."

"Mmm, let's see," she said, going into the kitchen. She called back, "I have a half-bottle of wine. It's not great, but it's not bad, either."

"That sounds great, thanks."

"Go ahead and have a seat, I'll be right there."

Frank looked at his choices. Two wooden chairs sat at a small table covered with books, and a small lounger and sofa set surrounded the entertainment center. He hoped it wouldn't seem to presumptuous to take the couch.

Cindy came out of the kitchen with two glasses filled with a dark red and sat down next to him on the sofa, handing one of the glasses to him before taking a sip of hers.

"Thanks." Frank took a sip and nodded appreciatively, a little surprised at the flavor. "That's tasty," he said sincerely. He normally didn't care for wine. Or rather, he really only drank beer.

"I love this stuff," Cindy confessed. "Have you ever been to Huckleberry Winery? They're just a few miles out of town, and I like most of their stuff. It's a good place to go for a picnic too."

"Well, then we should go sometime, that sounds really nice."

Cindy smiled and Frank hoped he hadn't crossed any boundaries. The rest of the evening, however, was quite nice. They'd sat and chatted, finishing off a couple of glasses each, and Frank was feeling very comfortable with her. He hoped she was too when he leaned over to put his arm around her shoulders.

She responded by turning to lean into him slightly, taking his glass and putting it on the coffee table next to hers. Then she moved forward, towards him, and their lips met. Frank kissed her lightly at first, not wanting to rush anything, but she'd responded positively, moving a hand up to cup his cheek as she kissed back. Frank opened his mouth slightly as he set his other hand gently down on her bare thigh, and Cindy reciprocated, opening her lips to meet his, and he tasted the wine on her tongue.

They'd kissed like that for a while, just enjoying the feel of each other's mouths together. Frank moved his hand slightly on her thigh, but mainly focused on kissing her. She leaned back a little onto his left arm, and Frank followed, leaning into her, moving his hand now to her waist and softly stroking the side of her upper thigh over her shorts. Cindy let out a tiny sigh of pleasure, and Frank thought he'd explode right then and there. She had both hands at his face now, running her fingers through his hair as they necked.

Frank carefully slid his free hand up her torso, following the sexy shape of her body up and down, at first keeping only to the sides, but gradually moving towards her breasts as well, gently stroking them through her shirt. He cupped one, giving it a slight squeeze. Cindy's only reaction was to continue kissing him so he continued, letting his hand push and squeeze her ample bosom. He moved up to her collar and traced his fingers along her neck, down to the top button of her shirt and slowly began to unbutton it.

Cindy tensed up slightly. Not much, but enough that Frank stopped kissing her long enough to look her in the eyes, questioning. He thought she seemed a little uncertain, and hoped that she was about to give him the go ahead, but she just kissed him again then leaned back into the sofa again.

"Please wait, okay? I'm sorry, I know I'm such a prude, but I'd really like to take this slow."

Frank just smiled at her, kissing her again. He gave her breast one last squeeze as he did so, longing to have those beautiful mounds to play with, but he relented and moved his hand down to her waist again.

"Of course, I understand," he whispered between kisses, moving to kiss her neck, then her ear. "I don't want to rush anything either."

Cindy kissed his neck then, a delightful sensation for Frank despite his disappointment, and continued up to nibble slightly on his earlobe before kissing across his face again to reach his lips.

They'd necked for another half-hour or so, during which Frank had tried one more time to get some more contact, this time pulling up her shirt to slide his hand on her bare torso. Cindy let him have a nice feel, but again stopped him when his fingers wandered too far towards anything "PG-rated."

Still, Frank had had a great time. When he'd finally said he thought he should call it a night, Cindy seemed genuinely disappointed to end the evening. She'd walked with him to the door, holding his hand in hers, and she'd given him another big kiss as they'd said goodnight, pressing her incredible body against him. He'd asked her to let him take her out the next day, but she'd only agree to let him call her, and he'd forced himself to be happy with that. After all, it wasn't like she was telling him no, she was just keeping things slow. And god, she was looking so sexy, she felt so good in his arms, Frank just knew it wouldn't be too much longer... He didn't want to ruin a fine evening by trying to pressure her into anything.

"Thanks, guys," Angie said, wiping her mouth with her napkin. "That was delicious, as always."

"No prob," Jake said as he cleared the dishes from the little table in their breakfast nook. He crossed the room to load them in the dishwasher. Before Angie had arrived he'd thrown on an old pair of jeans and a t-shirt, but Josie was still lounging in her robe, smiling ear to ear. Angie gave her a questioning look, and Josie just giggled in response. It wasn't hard for Angie to guess why Josie was in such a good mood this morning.

"So, what's going on today?" Jake asked as he rinsed out the pan in the sink.

"Oh, I've probably got some homework I should look into," Angie said. While Jake's back was turned she gave Josie a look, shaking her head at her. Josie only smiled back at her, shrugging her shoulders as if to say "what?" Angie gave her a playful kick under the table, unable to keep from grinning herself.

"I should probably do that too," Jake said without turning around. "But it looks like such a nice day, I just don't feel like hitting the books yet."

Josie stood up and stretched then.

"Oh, I SO wish I didn't have that session today. I could see myself sitting out on the deck all afternoon."

Jake turned around at that. "You're modeling again today? I thought you were taking a break from all that."

"I know, I know," Josie said sheepishly. "Nancy called this week though. Somebody else couldn't make it, and they needed someone to fill in."

"Nancy's your agent, right?" Angie asked. Josie nodded "yes," then turned to look at Jake, who'd returned to loading the dishwasher.

"You're such a pushover with her," he said. He didn't sound mad, though there was an element of scolding in his tone.

Josie crossed the room, putting a hand on his back.

"I know, I know. It's just that she's done so much for me."

"Yeah, yeah." Jake bent to close the washer door and start the machine, then turned to see Josie looking at him a little pensively. He quickly put his arms around her waist and pulled her into his arms.

"Hey, I didn't mean to give you a hard time about it," he said, sincerely, the tone of his voice much softer. "You know I want you to do whatever you want. I just think she asks a lot of you sometimes."

Josie instantly smiled, leaning forward to give Jake a quick peck on the check before he released her again.

Angie had heard this conversation before. Josie had sort of been "discovered" a couple years ago by Nancy, an agent who worked with several different young models. She was a nice woman, but definitely a hard-working professional, and she expected a lot out of her clients. Josie was easily one of her most popular models, and so she'd signed Josie up for all sorts of assignments, keeping her so busy that Josie eventually had to ask her to stop for a while. The truth was, Josie didn't care much about modeling except that it paid well, and living with Jake meant money wasn't really a factor right now. Nancy was always pushing for her to extend her portfolio, but Josie just wasn't interested in a career at this point in her life. Like he said, whatever Josie wanted to do was fine with Jake, but he thought that Nancy pushed her too hard. He'd been the one to convince Josie it was okay to tell Nancy "no."

"How long do you think it will be?" Angie asked, getting up from the table as well.

"Well, I'm supposed to be there at noon, and I assume since it's not starting earlier that it's not a full day's work, but you never really know ahead of time. Why, what'd ya have in mind?"

"Oh, I was just going to run some errands, I thought maybe you'd want to keep me company."

"Sure, I can do that before I have to go. Actually, maybe you could drop me off at the shoot?"

Angie smiled and agreed. Josie looked over to Jake, who was closing the fridge.

"That's okay with you, isn't it?"

"Of course it is," he said. "I've got stuff to do here anyway. Go on, I'll see you later tonight. Let me know if you need me to come pick you up."

Angie said she'd be back in a few minutes with her car to pick Josie up, and headed off to her house. As soon as the front door shut, Josie threw herself at Jake, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling his lips to hers. She kissed him hungrily, laughing as he picked her up by the waist and spun her around.

"You're certainly in a good mood this morning," he chuckled. Josie responded by wrapping her legs around him, and Jake hiked her up to a comfortable holding position. They kissed some more, with Josie making small moans as her tongue found his, and she began rubbing herself against him. Jake cupped her soft ass, helping her grind into his rapidly swelling crotch, and her robe fell open slightly.

"Josie, Angie's coming right back with the car..."

"Shh, she'll be at least ten minutes. You can give me that!"

Jake set her down on the kitchen counter and Josie immediately started fumbling with his jeans, roughly pulling open his fly and pushing them down, then grasping his stiffening member, wrapping her fingers around it and stroking it, all the while continuing to kiss Jake as he in turn pulled her robe off her shoulders to reveal her gorgeous tits. He cupped them in both hands, squeezing them together and flicking his thumbs over her sensitive nipples.

Josie pushed her robe aside so that her spread thighs were free and unencumbered, and began moving Jake's cockhead up and down her slick outer lips, absolutely loving the feel of him against her tingling flesh. She'd been horny since they'd gotten up this morning, but they'd both been so tired that they hadn't made love like they normally would, simply a brief quickly before breakfast, and she wanted more before she had to go to work. Jake bent down to lick at her nipples, squeezing her breasts more forcefully now, hungrily, and she loved it. She wanted him now, right now. She pulled him to her with her legs, her calves now pressed against his bare ass cheeks, and she bent at the waist to position herself for his entry.

Jake was pleased with Josie's erotic need, reaching full erection in seconds as she used her hands on him, slathering his cockhead with her juices, and he moved one hand down to grasp her thigh, her ass, his other hand continuing to squeeze her left breast, and then lunged forward, driving into her hot, dripping tunnel. Josie let out a squeal of delight as he bottomed out in her, burying himself deep inside her, and her pussy spasmed reflexively at the wonderful, stretching sensation as he filled her up. He roughly pulled her forward, gripping her ass now with both hands, and Josie had to hold onto his shoulders to keep from falling backwards altogether. She flung her head back with a grunt, her long brown hair arcing back as she did so, and Jake began fucking her in earnest.

"Oh god Jake! Oh! Oh! Oh Jake! Oh Jake!"