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Alexis was not convinced. She was angry, but if she were truthful, she wasn’t as mad at the girls as she was at herself for still wanting that man and more so for wishing he was still with her.
“What the hell?” Alexis sighed. “You make everything sound so right even when it’s wrong. But, at this point, why not just embrace the insanity? I’m in it up to my eyeballs.”
The procedure was completed quickly. It hurt a little, but not as much as she thought it would. Lily had rubbed her nipple with something to dull the pain.
* * * *
“Close your eyes and rest for a little while longer,” Lily said softly, watching the young woman’s eyes drift shut and her breathing become even.
Gazing down upon her, she moved the sheet back to reveal her perfect little pussy and her to-die-for breasts. She immediately felt desire rise that just reconfirmed why Jackson had been so taken with her. He would have stayed longer, probably would have fucked her again, but she told him that the girl wasn’t just his whore, and there was another customer waiting for her to service him. She’d lied, but it was for his own good.
She hadn’t told Alexis the whole truth either. It wasn’t her place to tell her that her bridesmaids were convinced her upcoming marriage was doomed to a lifetime of mediocrity. According to Shelby, Alexis’s non-confrontational nature had applied itself very easily to their lazy, selfish ways. They admitted they had taken advantage of her need to please by allowing her to put them first when they all lived together. Now, however, they wanted to give back to her in the one way they felt could change her life for the better. So they had brought her to Lily’s place to be shown that she deserved more than to simply settle for a life with someone who was considerate to a fault, but had no passion.
Alexis’s friends had thought she was just going to experience a little girl-on-girl. However, one look at Alexis and something inside her told her that Alexis’s innocence would be Jackson’s undoing, that he would love fucking this girl, thinking she was a whore even though she didn’t act like one. And as usual, his instincts had been right.
Chapter 9
This time when Alexis opened her, yes, she felt different. She looked to her left to find Shelby sleeping next to Katie, who was sleeping with her hand flung across Jennifer’s chest. As she watched them sleep, they began to make movements and noises signaling that they were waking up, too.
Alexis sat up straight, taking in her surroundings. They were back in the private room of the club where they had started their adventure the night before. She shook her head. She felt so strange. She looked down and saw that she was dressed in her own clothes from the night before too.
“What the hell?” Shelby growled, rolling over to lean up on her elbows.
“My thoughts exactly.” Jennifer smiled.
“I don’t know about you guys, but I think I might be bisexual.” Katie groaned.
Laughing, Shelby said, “Well, don’t tell the boyfriend this was my idea, and one night with the same sex doesn’t make you bisexual.” She smiled. “Possibly bi-curious.”
“Ya think so, Shelby?” Katie threw a pillow at her.
“How about you, Alexis? Did Lily take good care of you?” Shelby grinned. “Was it worth the trip? You know last night doesn’t count against you with Allen. It’s not something you have to tell him.” She stopped for a moment. “But who knows, he might find it a turn-on. Most men do.”
Alexis blushed, memories of the night before washing over her in wave after wave of pleasure. Being with Lily was nothing compared to being with that man. How could she have allowed him do those things to her? But, more importantly, how could she have done the things she did to him?
“Oh my God, she’s blushing,” Shelby roared. “I knew Lily had to be the best, although, mind you all, I’m not complaining. Marigold was nothing if not thorough!”
The girls all giggled except Alexis, who was still in her own nightmare of mortification.
“We better get going, girls.” Katie yawned. “I think it’s time to return to reality even though last night’s fantasy was incredible.”
“I hope you tipped them all well, Shelby,” Jennifer said while running her hands through her hair, trying to get out a few of the tangles.
“Yes, very well,” Shelby answered. “Enough so that if we ever want to do this again, we won’t have any problem coming back.”
Coming back was the last thing on Alexis’s mind. All she could think about now was Allen. Their marriage was in less than three months. How could she face him? Jennifer was right. It was nothing more than a fantasy, a night that only existed in her mind and nowhere else. None of this was real. It was only a dream. It was then that she felt it, the very real silver ring pierced through her right nipple, rubbing against her bra.
“Oh, and by the way, I now have a nipple ring.”
“Oh good, Lily remembered. Bless her.” Shelby laughed. “We wanted you to have it so you would never forget that you deserve more and should never settle for less.”
“Are you very mad at us, Alexis?” asked Jennifer.
Alexis had to think before she spoke. She was angry, but again, more at herself than anyone. If she were honest with herself, anger wasn’t the only emotion she was feeling. She wouldn’t say she was grateful, but she couldn’t deny that last night she had been immersed in a world of feelings she had no idea existed or were even possible to feel. However, they were feelings that made her want something she couldn’t have, and shouldn’t want. Just allowing herself to acknowledge she had those feelings caused her treacherous body to tremble slightly with desire.
“I should hate you all, but I don’t. And yes, I will never forget last night, ever,” Alexis said softly. Then under her breath for her ears only, she whispered to herself, “For the sake of the man I’m supposed to marry, I hope I can.”
Allen had never given her any reason to want to stray. He was such a good man, and he was also the son of her boss, Margie, who was the manager of event planning where she had been hired to coordinate all the local events. Margie was an easygoing, sweet Italian lady from South Philadelphia who mothered everyone she knew. She had been thrilled when Alexis and Allen had started dating after meeting at a dinner party that she had arranged. Alexis had suspected Margie was playing matchmaker, but she didn’t mind so much. Living alone with few family ties except her girlfriends, who she didn’t see that much anymore, had left Alexis feeling very lonely. And now she had a new family that seemed to love her already and a future that looked anything but lonely.
She and Allen loved animals, loved their Phillies baseball team, and knew where to go on Broad Street to eat warm pretzels right out of the oven just before they were loaded onto the delivery truck. Six months after their first date, he asked her to marry him. Alexis found him warm and charming. She liked that he was so grounded and felt he was an excellent choice for her lifelong companion. She had never had high expectations about anything, so they were not high when it came to love. Her own parents seemed to just tolerate one another. She never saw them display any outward affection, even with their only child. If she could be with someone she actually liked, what did love really matter? Allen was cute, considerate, and didn’t make a lot of demands. Even in bed, he was easy to please.
So, again, she questioned herself, why had she allowed that man to use her body? But more importantly, why hadn’t she wanted him to stop?
Chapter 10
It had been two weeks since the bachelorette party and Alexis’s introduction to the madam of a brothel. The bridesmaid dresses were now in alteration with one more fitting in a month. The girls threatened they were taking her back to Lily’s when they returned to Philadelphia, but Alexis told them it would be over her dead body.
Unfortunately, that night and that man were all she could think about. She couldn’t forget the way he’d felt inside her, how hard he’d made her orgasm and how he had tasted. She thought about him all the time, even when she was with Allen. God help her
, especially when she was with Allen. She felt such guilt, that at times, she found it hard to look her husband-to-be in the eye.
She had tried more than once since her night with that man to let Allen enjoy the pleasure of her mouth and throat. She couldn’t do it, and each attempt had been a disaster. She felt humiliated and sorry for Allen. He kept telling her it was all right, but in her heart she knew it wasn’t all right. She had begged that man to use her mouth for his pleasure.
The worst part was that now she found herself simply tolerating Allen’s touch. She faked orgasm quickly, just to excite him into coming so it would be over. When it was over, she felt horrible about herself, but the worst part was that when she was alone, it didn’t take her long to imagine that man inside her, kissing her, and then quenching her thirst with his cum.
Allen appeared to have no idea how she felt or that she was faking. But then again, before now, she hadn’t known what an orgasm was, so she had thought whatever she felt was enough. She needed to get her head on straight and stop thinking about him. The man she needed to concentrate on was Allen. He was a good man. He deserved the best from her.
She should have thrown that nipple ring away her first night back from her weekend with the girls. Surprisingly, Allen hadn’t said too much about it. He said he was just glad it wasn’t a tattoo. The nipple ring was a reminder that she did not need. So why did she still have it?
Chapter 11
Jackson had taken a flight out the next day after his session with Alexis to Los Angeles to meet with the Human Resources Director on the West Coast. Together they had to implement the layoffs and setup training and new job prospects for those employees affected. Over the next week, he brought each one of his employees into his office and told them personally they were being let go. There were tears, but mostly they understood. He wished they had cursed him out. It would have been easier. His days were filled with anxiety and turmoil, and his nights were filled with Alexis. It was like she came to him from the darkness to kiss away his worries and help him forget, even if it was only for a short time, the employees he had terminated and the impact on their families.
Alexis. Her name was lyrical, and her beauty took his breath away. Those green eyes that had turned dark with desire when he had taken her, the long legs that wrapped so easily around his torso, and those magnificent breasts pushed up hard against his chest were what he dreamed about. When he had kissed her, he felt like he had ceased to exist as himself but had melted into her until they were one person. Never had he experienced an orgasm that shook him like the one he experienced with her.
However, he reminded himself each morning, under a cold shower, Alexis was just another whore who was skilled in her profession. Actually, she was more skilled than most because she was still able to portray the innocent, even when she was sucking cum from his cock as fast as he could dispense it.
He could still hear her moans as she tasted every drop of his cum, licking her lips before opening her mouth wide so that he could see the evidence of his orgasm slide down her throat. He had told Lily to surprise him, and she had done exactly that.
He made it a habit not to see the same girl more than once or twice, and if he did see them twice, it was never two times in a row. Not that he was a man against playing favorites. He just didn’t want them to think there was anything more to it than a good fuck or whatever the night brought. Lily, herself, was the exception. She was extremely good with men and women, and when he was looking for two women to satisfy him, it was always better to have Lily there as one of the participants. She knew how to get the best out of her girls and was an expert in all aspects of sexual pleasure. Nothing was beyond Lily’s expertise.
Yet, when he watched Lily bring Alexis into the room that night, he had known immediately that he wanted her for himself, without any distractions. He still felt the same way. He wanted Alexis again for the night without anyone else in the room. He knew he would be breaking his own rules, but he needed to get this girl out of his system. He was sure that he would most likely become bored with her before the night was over, and then he could end the night with Lily if she were still available. He was scheduled to be back in Philadelphia the following week. When he was out of the shower, he placed a call to Lily.
Chapter 12
Allen rolled over in bed at Alexis’s prompting. His snoring was becoming worse. He didn’t stay over every night, thank God, or she would have never gotten any sleep.
Jennifer told her that she had once had a boyfriend that snored, and her mother advised her to invest in a wind tunnel fan because having a fan had kept her marriage to Jennifer’s father from ending up in divorce court. Alexis was beginning to think she might need to invest in a fan, but she didn’t want to hurt Allen’s feelings. Allen’s feelings were all she thought about lately.
She felt so guilty about him and his mother and his family. She had betrayed all of them when she had allowed herself to be taken by that man. It was completely her fault for doing the things she did without even the slightest resistance. She knew if he had asked her to eat dirt, in the state she was in, she probably would have and told him she loved it.
Work was her only solace. There she could just lose herself in a variety of different events that needed her attention. She didn’t want to think about Allen or anyone. All she wanted to do was put on successful events. So when the phone rang the following week, she assumed it was a caterer or venue calling, not Lily.
“Alexis.” The warm English-tea-with-honey voice melted into the phone. “How are you?”
Alexis was stunned. She had never thought she would hear that voice again. “How did you get my cell phone number?”
“It was in your pants pocket when I was helping to dress you. I thought it would be good to have it just in case.”
The woman was still so logical, so full of confidence. Lily could sell you insider information and make you think it was legal.
“You shouldn’t have called me. I’m not one of your whores, remember?” Alexis spoke into the telephone indignantly. “We have nothing to say now that all the pistons in my brain are firing so to speak. I mean, I don’t know what kind of wine you gave me, but it must have been on the lines of a date rape drug.”
“Alexis,” Lily breathed into the phone. “You know that’s not true. Not for you or your friends. I would never do such a thing, and to be honest, you were very receptive, Alexis, to all advances. In fact, from what I understand, you were quite aggressive and an active participant, not the wallflower you initially led me to believe you were.”
Alexis’s gasp was audible. “How dare you say such a thing to me?”
“How dare I?” Lily asked, a slight smile in her voice. “I dare because it’s true, and I dare because I feel responsible for the deterioration of your relationship with your fiancé. You need to make sense of what happened between you and my client, but mostly you need to figure out if you can still marry Allen.”
“Allen? How do you know about Allen?” Alexis’s voice was close to hysterical. She hurried from behind her desk to shut her office door. She couldn’t chance anyone overhearing this conversation.
“I make it my business to know the people that frequent my establishment, and I know that during these past couple weeks you have not been able to get my client out of your head. You need to see him again, for your sake and for Allen’s.” Lily paused. “Facing him is the only way you can end it. You know I’m right, Alexis.”
Alexis felt tears building behind her lids as the guilt surfaced and Lily’s words rang true. She sighed, her voice low, guttural. “What do you propose? That I act the whore for him again? That I put my relationship with Allen in even more jeopardy?”
“Now, Alexis… I’ve thought about this a great deal, and I’ve come to the conclusion that the only way to exorcise him from your psyche is to take control of the situation by telling him face-to-face you don’t wish to see him again and to be the one to walk away. That will be your chance to put him
in his place and to make the right decision for your impending marriage. Not to mention regain your self-respect.”
For a moment there was silence before Lily continued, “I won’t deny he’s a very important client, but your well-being is important to me, too. Your lesson, although well intentioned, and I believe in many ways extremely successful, was never meant to cause you the loss of your fiancé. Come to the bar this Saturday night. Liam will be waiting for you as he was for you and your friends the last time. He’ll bring you to me, and I will bring you to him and then you can take your life back.”
“I’ll just tell him I’m not interested. That I have a boyfriend and I’m getting married and leaving the business. That I’m putting my whoring ways behind me.”
An ugly laugh escaped her. Bile rose up in her throat, and tears welled up in her eyes. She had reacted to him as a woman, not a whore. She wanted him to know that, but an ugly laugh rolled around in her head. She couldn’t tell him that or anything remotely close to the truth without not only evoking his anger but his disgust for who she really was—a bride-to-be cheating on her fiancé. She wasn’t sure how, but she was sure he would have respected her more as a whore than a cheat. He just didn’t seem the type of man to tolerate a woman’s infidelity.
What he thought shouldn’t be important to her. She had to stay focused on trying to salvage her relationship with Allen. She would have never thought it would be Lily’s voice of reason that gave her hope of doing exactly that. Allen deserved better than to marry a woman who couldn’t get another man out of her head. Somehow, as sick as it sounded, Lily was right. If she faced the man and walked away from him on her own terms, maybe she could get her old life back.