Naughty (19 page)

As he wondered what she meant by that, she continued. “I admire your accomplishments as well. You’re a partner with one of the nation’s top accounting firms, which is a highly coveted position.” She reached over and touched his hand. “So, your opinion really matters to me.”

Jacob’s body heat shot through the stratosphere the moment her skin touched his. He could feel blood rushing through his
veins going directly to both of his heads.
Seems like she’s digging me,
he thought with delight. This little heart-to-heart was touching, but he was ready to take the conversation upstairs and under the sheets, so that they could talk body language.

“Would you care for dessert?” asked the server, appearing at the side of their table.

Before answering, Jacob looked at Mira for a clue as to whether or not she wanted to linger over Muscat and chocolate mousse, or just get down to
dessert
.

“No thanks.” She wiped the corners of her mouth with the linen napkin, folded it, and placed it on the table. She then looked over at Jacob and said, “I’m going up to my room.”

“Just the check, please,” Jacob responded, trying to mask his disappointment.

Once the bill came, Mira took it and said, “I’ll sign this to my room.”

“Well, since you’re buying, I’m going to stay and have dessert,” he said, trying to make a joke, even though he was seething inside. Just when he thought she was feeling him romantically, she was making an exit.

She stood to leave. “Oh, you’re not coming up?” She seemed surprised. “In that case, I’ll see you in the morning.”

Once she was gone, he ordered the special, but halfheartedly picked at the apple crumb cake. The last thing he wanted was a piece of dry cake. He wanted a piece of juicy ass, but now that was nothing more than a pipe dream. He took one last forkful and headed upstairs for a long, lonely night.

Jacob slunk down the hall feeling totally dejected. He was still horny, and wasn’t in the mood to masturbate again. He wanted the real thing, but the real thing didn’t want him.
Maybe I’ll order a porn flick
. No sooner had the thought flashed through his mind than he glanced at room number four-ten, and brightened like a fluorescent bulb. Four-ten was Mira’s room and the door was ajar.
She obviously left it open for me. She was
probably too shy at dinner to verbalize her desires
. With one giant step, Jacob crossed the hall, and was standing in front of four-ten. He quietly pushed the door farther open, stepped inside, and gently closed it behind him.

His pulse raced, like a thoroughbred at the starting gate in the Kentucky Derby, as he crept down the short hallway that led into the living area and adjacent bedroom. Jacob expected to see her spread-eagled on the bed waiting for “Big Daddy,” but she wasn’t there. “So she wants to play hide-and-seek,” he whispered. The buildup was exciting and he got an immediate erection at the anticipation of finding her. Hearing the sound of the shower, he headed toward the bathroom.
She’s probably getting Ms. Kitty all nice and fresh for me
. He unbuckled his belt.
I might as well join her
.

Hot misty steam attacked him the instant he opened the bathroom door. Jacob quickly dropped his pants and underwear on the floor and tore off his sweater. This was the moment he had anticipated for months. He was finally going to bonk long-legged Mira. A broad grin spread across his face as he slid the shower door open. But that grin quickly turned into a grimace.

Standing underneath the pulsating spray wildly caressing and sucking on a pair of overripe sudsy breasts was Mira Rhone. Soap had foamed around her mouth, but obviously she didn’t care about the bitter taste. All Mira seemed to care about was devouring her lover’s jugs. The redhead on the receiving end had her head thrown back in ecstasy as Mira flicked her tongue, teasing the woman’s large erect nipples. Mira let out short moans as the redhead plunged her digits in and out of Mira’s smoothly waxed triangle. Finally, the source of Mira’s mood swing was crystal clear; it had nothing to do with Jacob, but everything to do with a pair of juicy 38DDs. They must have felt the breeze from the open shower door, because both of their eyes popped open simultaneously, transporting them out of their lust-induced trance.

“Jacob?” Mira blinked, wiping the suds away from her mouth with the back of her hand.

Words escaped him as he scrambled to find his clothes in the fog. Jacob recovered them, but didn’t recover his dignity as he fled the scandalous scene.

JACOB WAS
in London on an important—or so he said—business meeting. Considering the fact that he was going to be across the pond for a few days, Naomi insisted that Jacob handle his “husbandly” duties before he left. He tried to put her off, but she wouldn’t relent, so instead of leaving in the evening as planned, he delayed his trip a few hours and took a morning flight the next day. Their sex life had gotten an iota better, but it was nowhere near where it used to be. Naomi longed for those all-nighters, when Jacob would have her ass up on the bed, dick fed. Now the only thing being fed was her sweet tooth. She took a bite of the double-fudge brownie, licked her lips, and put it back on the saucer. Eating calorie-laden carbs would only increase her waistline, and Naomi wanted more than temporary thrills derived from sinking her teeth into a decadent dessert. She wanted lust-induced chills from continuous orgasms.

She reached for her purse sitting on the nightstand, unzipped it, and took out the glossy black card. She turned it over and over in her hands.
Where the hell did Tyler get this from?
Naomi still hadn’t decided how to extract information about the Black Door from her sister-in-law. She just couldn’t come right out and ask. The first thing Tyler would probably want to know was where Naomi got the card in the first place. Naomi definitely wasn’t going to say that she had swiped it off the floor. Technically, the card belonged to Tyler, and Naomi knew that she should have returned it, but she couldn’t bear to part with the card. Naomi had been dying to get information on the club, and now that she had it, she wasn’t about to let it slip away.

Naomi put the card next to the phone, picked up the receiver, and called Kennedy. “Hey, girl,” she said, once Kennedy answered.

“Hey, there. I haven’t talked to you in a while. What’s been going on?” Kennedy had been traveling, and missed their regular chat sessions.

Naomi had so much to tell her friend, she didn’t know where to start. “Well, let’s see. For starters, Jacob and I finally got our groove on!” she said, with excitement in her voice.

“Whaaat??” Kennedy asked, seemingly shocked.

“Yes, it’s true. Can you believe he finally made good on his promise?”

“No, I can’t. Now give me details.”

“Girl, he booked a room at the Sofitel, and when I tell you he rocked my world—believe me! Jacob had me bent over on the vanity table, near the floor-to-ceiling window, he took me from behind and . . .” She paused, as if reliving the moment.

“Okay, okay. I get the picture.” Though Kennedy had asked for details, hearing the blow-by-blow account of her friend’s love life was a little too much information.

“Since when did you become a prude? I take it you still haven’t gotten any?”

“Ha ha, very funny. I see you got jokes. Well, Ms. Thang, if you must know, I’m very close to getting some.”

“Do tell.”

“Nigel invited me over to his place for dinner, and I was so excited about being with him alone that I masturbated in the elevator on my way up to his apartment,” Kennedy confessed. Now that she was actually dating Nigel, and he wasn’t just a random passenger on the plane, Kennedy didn’t feel ashamed telling Naomi about masturbating with him in mind.

“You did what?!” Naomi asked, surprised. “Why’d you do that, instead of waiting for him to rock your world?”

“Naomi, you of all people should know how it feels to be sexually frustrated, waiting for a man to fulfill your desires.”

“Don’t remind me.”

“Anyway, I wanted to take the edge off and not be tempted to jump his long bone the second he opened the door. I promised myself that I’d wait and get to know Nigel first before sleeping with him. You know how in the past, I’ve had a bad habit of getting to know the dick before getting to know the man.” She chuckled, but was serious.

Naomi picked the card up from the nightstand. She rubbed the smooth surface between her thumb and index finger. “Sounds like you could use a little release.”

“That’s an understatement, girl. I’ve burned out one vibrator, and need to make a trek down to the Village and pay the Pleasure Chest a visit to buy another one.”

“I don’t think that’ll be necessary. Guess what I found!” Naomi said, sounding mysterious.

“What?”

Naomi put her hand up to her mouth and covered the receiver. She lowered her voice, just in case Tyler was lurking in the hallway. “Information on the Black Door.”

“Are you kidding me? How did you find out about the Black Door?”

“You won’t believe this, but a business card for the club fell out of Tyler’s jacket pocket. It was lying on the kitchen floor, and I picked it up.”

“What does it say? Is there an address? Where are they located?” she asked, full of questions.

Naomi examined the card for the umpteenth time. “There’s a picture of a black door on the front, and”—she flipped it over—“on the back there’s a name and phone number, but no address.”

“Whose name?”

“Trey Curtis. I guess he’s the manager.”

“Have you called?”

“I’ve wanted to, but can’t. Before I make the call, I need to find out how Tyler knows about the Black Door. I find it hard to believe that she would be a member, since it’s not a lesbian club.”

“Maybe this Trey guy is a friend of hers,” Kennedy offered. “Hey, I have an idea. Why don’t I call him, and pretend like I’m interested in joining?”

“That’s a great idea. Well, it’s not like you’d be pretending. After all, we are thinking about joining,” she said, and then gave Kennedy the telephone number.

“I’m going to call now. Hang up. I’ll call you back, and do a three-way.”

“Okay.”

Kennedy released the line and dialed Naomi back. “Hey, girl, hold on.” She clicked over, got a dial tone, and called the club. She quickly clicked back to Naomi as the second line started ringing. “Are you there?” she whispered.

“Yes, I’m here,” Naomi responded with her heart beating wildly.

“Okay, be quiet.” No sooner had Kennedy uttered those words than a male voice answered the line.

“Trey Curtis.”

“Hello, Trey,” Kennedy said, as if she knew him.

“Hi. Who’s calling?” he asked, getting right to the point.

“This is Kendra Brian,” she said, using an alias. Kennedy
didn’t want to use her real name until they found out more information. For all they knew, this club could be some sort of sleazy sex den, and if that was the case, they didn’t want to be associated with it.

“How can I help you, Ms. Brian?”

“A friend of mine gave me your card, and I’m interested in joining.”

“Who’s your friend?” he asked cautiously. Membership was by referral only. The Black Door was exclusive, and Trey didn’t let just anybody join. He only wanted the crème da la crème, and figured that birds of a feather flocked together; that’s why he only accepted referrals.

Kennedy hadn’t expected him to ask that question. “Tyler Reed,” she said, without skipping a beat. She started to say a fictitious name, but the sternness in his voice told her that he was all business and would see through the lie. Trey was probably used to people lying all the time, just to get inside of the club.

“Oh, yes, Tyler. So . . .” his tone softened, “you say you’re interested in joining?”

“Yes, that’s correct.”

“Our initiation process is quite strenuous. First you need to come in for an interview and fill out some paperwork. We’ll also need for you to go to our doctor and get a complete checkup, including blood work for STDs,” he said, running down the details.

Kennedy didn’t want to go through the rigorous process until she saw firsthand what the club had to offer. “I see. Before joining, I’d like to have a tour of the Black Door, if that’s possible?” she asked.

“Not a problem. Let’s schedule an appointment. How’s Friday at six?”

“Sounds good. What’s the address?”

Trey gave her the address. “Okay, see you then,” he said, and hung up.

Once Kennedy heard the line click off, she said, “Naomi, are you still there?”

“Wow, we’re one step closer to getting in. So, he does know Tyler, but the question is how? I’m going with you on Friday. I’ll be in the city anyway.”

“Really? What are you coming in for?” Kennedy asked, knowing that Naomi rarely came into Manhattan.

“I have a meeting with a company that does business plans. I want to have my business model totally laid out before I ask Jacob for the money. Once he sees that I went to a professional, he’ll realize that I’m serious, and that this is not some passing phase.”

“That sounds great. I think I’ll go with you. Even though I’m nowhere near ready to open my business, it’ll be good to see what they have to offer, so when I am ready I’ll know exactly where to go.”

“Okay, I’ll meet you there,” Naomi said, and gave Kennedy the address. “Afterward we’ll head over to the Black Door. I’m dying to know the connection between Tyler and this Trey person. Maybe I can ask how they know each other, without sounding suspicious.”

“Whatever you say, we have to play it cool. Trey sounds like he can see through the BS a mile away.”

“True. I got the same impression. We’ll tell him that I’m your sister. Since we look alike, it’ll ring true. Once we check out the club, and find out how he knows Tyler, we can decide whether or not to join.”

“Sounds like a plan. I’ll see you Friday.”

“Okay. Good night.”

Naomi hung up, and began mentally crafting her story. She didn’t want any slipups. She couldn’t afford to have Jacob find out that she was interested in joining a sex club. Tyler was somehow affiliated with the club, and until Naomi had more information, she’d have to tread lightly.