Sugar & Salt (13 page)

The idea of paying for sex has a certain appeal. Who can claim the thought hasn’t occurred to them? But the reality of such an act sticks in his mind like a claw. Thoughts of his mother crying over his father’s indiscretions fight their way to the forefront of his mind. This is what Janice does—enables men like him.

But his father found ways without the moral ambiguity of paying for sex. Was that better or worse?

The entrance to a dark bar beckons him. Music from his early twenties blares, bringing with it a nostalgia best not inspected too closely. Certain periods of one’s life always seem so much happier in retrospect.

At the bar, he orders a Guinness and hands over his card to start a tab. There’s no sense in pretending this is a one-drink stop.

The bartender turns the card over, looks at the signature line, and then back up at Salt before opening his tab at the register. The guy’s thick neck bulges out over his black tank top, a parody of masculinity.

Salt takes a long draw on his drink. It won’t be an easy task to forget Janice. She’s occupied his mind since the moment he first laid eyes on her. She presents a challenge, and her confidence draws him in deeper even as she pushes him away. He drains his glass and pushes it across the bar to be refilled.

As he waits, a slim woman with long, black hair leans against the bar next to him. She’s young and beautiful—the kind of woman he’s spent years burying his cock in.

She waves the bartender over. “What pale ale do you have on tap?”

He watches as she flirts with the bartender and bats her overly made-up eyes. She orders two pints, and turns her back to the bar while she waits.

“You planning on drinking both of those?”

The woman, barely old enough not to be called a girl, flashes him a bright smile. She reacts too fast, as though she’d been waiting for him to talk to her.

“No, I’m here with my girlfriend.” She giggles. “Well, not
girlfriend
girlfriend.”

She tilts her long neck so her hair falls away from her shoulders, revealing the low dive of her neckline.

He is greeted with the sight of soft, warm breasts, possessing the tautness of youth.

“Would you like to join us?” The invitation on her lips isn’t for dinner.

He’s used to women reacting to him in this way. It could make a guy cocky, and for a while, it did. When he was younger, having women fall on his cock shored him up against the seas of life. Now, it just makes him feel tired. But tonight, he wants to forget about reality and lose himself like he used to, maybe push the burning need he has for Janice out of his mind, if only for a few hours.

He finishes his glass and gestures to the bartender for another, including the woman in his order so her drinks will be included on his tab. “That’d be nice. Where’s your friend?”

She points to a tall blonde with short, curly hair sitting at one of the tables along the back wall. “She actually sent me over here to try and talk to you. She thinks you’re hot.”

“Does she now?”

“Yeah, but she’s too shy to make the first move, so here I am.”

“Lucky me.”

The drinks arrive and they join her friend. He takes another large sip of dark stout and sits down, his vision blurred from drinking too fast.

“Evening.” He leans toward the blonde, focusing on her with intensity. “Your friend here tells me you were too shy to talk to me.”

“You didn’t!” She throws a napkin at her laughing friend.

“It’s all right. I would have come over to talk to you eventually, anyway.” The lie falls from his mouth so easily, he almost believes it. The game has begun, the checkered flag has been dropped, and everyone is speeding toward the finish line.

She giggles and grabs her glass, taking a sip while peeking out the corner of her eye at his profile.

“I’m Gemma,” the dark-haired girl offers. “And my friend’s Missy. We’re here abusing my cousin’s generosity while she’s out of town.”

“You don’t live in New York, then?”

“Nope. Geri, my cousin, she’s like some kind of high-powered something here in the city. She works in one of those big buildings on Lexington Avenue and is off in Germany for a conference. Missy and I have the week off, so we came here to party.”

“Have you been to New York before?”

“I have,” Missy interjects, stopping her chatty friend from dominating the entire conversation. “I used to come with my mom when I was little to see shows and stuff.”

“And now you are....” He wonders how old these girls really are. Old enough to meet in a bar, but then again, it is New York and there wasn’t anyone checking IDs at the door.

“Oh, we’re actresses!” Gemma announces with a sense of pride.

“Well, right now I’m an Assistant Costumer, and Gemma works at a salon.”

“I’m sure you’ll be working actresses soon, pretty as you both are.”

Gemma slips her hand under the table and onto his thigh, as Missy presses her knee against his.

“Thanks, that’s so nice of you to say,” one of them says, he isn’t sure who.

What little blood remains in his brain after two Guinesses in short succession, now rushes directly to his cock.

“So why are you all gussied up?”

“I was at a thing tonight, boring as shit. This is much more fun.” He flashes a practiced smile before leaning closer to Missy and placing his hand on her thigh.

Gemma beams. “My cousin’s place is around the corner. Do you want to get a drink with us there?”

“Yeah, it’d be nice to go somewhere more... comfortable.” Missy slides her foot on top of his and lowers her lashes. “Somewhere a little more private.”

“Let’s do that.” He takes a long sip of his drink, and stands up without looking back at them. The taste of Janice’s cunt lingers on his lips.

***

“Fuck.” The word stretches out into the world, leaving Salt’s lips like a prayer. He looks down to see the heads of two beautiful girls on their knees worshiping his cock. He laces his hand through Gemma’s dark hair as Missy licks his balls. A shudder racks through his legs, and if it weren’t for the wall holding him up, he would have fallen.

Young girls. Pretty little things with pert tits and soft, wet mouths.

Gemma takes his length into her mouth, wrapping her tongue around his head and drawing him deep into her throat.

Missy moans and digs her nails into his ass.

The girls lock eyes and pull away from him. They kiss, running their delicate fingers across each other’s skin. Gemma reaches around and unhooks Missy’s bra, letting the cream lace fall to the floor.

He grabs his cock and pumps while the girls explore. They’ve clearly done this before, sneaking looks to make sure he’s watching and pinching each other’s nipples.

Gemma kisses her friend’s full breasts and pushes her back on the ground. She swirls her tongue around the hard bud, teasing it until Missy grabs her by the head and arches her chest up.

He slows his ministrations, afraid he’ll come too soon. The sight of the blonde girl writhing beneath her friend compares to nothing he’s seen before. She rubs herself against Gemma’s thigh, seeking release.

“Kiss her again.” He cups his balls, holding them high.

The girls giggle and reach for each other, opening their mouths and exploring the taste of the other.

He reaches for his champagne, an indulgence which he’d bought along with a box of condoms and chocolate-covered strawberries on the way here. He takes a sip and watches as Gemma explores Missy’s curves. She caresses her hips, sliding her hands over the swell of her ass.

“My turn.” He opens a condom and slips it on, not sure if he’ll be inside one or both of them, but not wanting to have to stop later. He joins them on the floor and runs his hand down the line of Gemma’s spine.

She rocks her hips against Missy, eliciting a moan, and grips her friend’s shoulders.

He slaps her ass with a sharp flick of the wrist.

Gemma glares up at him, pulling her attention from Missy, and he doesn’t miss the opportunity to shove the girl to the ground and mount her himself. He grinds his cock against the fabric of her thong. “You’re having far too much fun without me.”

“Feeling left out?” She grabs her small tit, pulls on her nipple, and bites down on her lower lip.

Missy slides along Gemma’s body, bringing herself alongside him, and wraps a leg over his hips.

He kisses her, all the while holding Gemma down with the bulk of his body, one hand gripping her upper arm. The girls surround him with their lips and flesh. He closes his eyes, losing himself in the sensation of nails dragging along his back, the dual mouths suckling his neck. With his free hand, he slides Gemma’s thong to the side and plunges into her without pretence.

She throws her head back and cries out as Missy leans over and muffles the sound with her mouth.

Gemma’s tight, warm cunt grips him as he rocks into her. Missy holds her friend down while he slides in and out of her, slamming up into her hips with force. But it’s not enough.

He grabs Missy’s short hair and pulls her away from Gemma, bringing her lips to his. He salivates for her large breasts and pulls out of Gemma, leaving his lower body draped on top of her, in order to devour Missy’s tits.

Gemma wraps around him, stroking his cock with one hand and gliding the other along the plane of his back. She’s greeted by hard muscles, and pulls herself up so she can rub her cunt against his leg while attacking his shoulder and back with hungry bites.

He fixates on her small, soft hand massaging him to full mast, and all thoughts of restraint disappear. He kneels and pulls Missy’s hips with him, rolling her accommodating body until she is positioned before him on her hands and knees. He places one hand on her neck, and uses the other to slide his cock deep into her welcoming recesses. She’s tighter than Gemma, and the position allows him to access depths previously denied.

He clamps down on her hips with both hands, and slams into her over and over in rapid succession. Missy cries out as he drives forward, without regard to her or Gemma, his body riding the high.

“Fuck me!” She braces herself on her elbows and pushes back to meet his thrusts.

Gemma reaches between her legs and strokes her clit, watching as the couple soars higher.

He slaps her hand away and stops moving. “That’s not right... someone should help you with that.”

Gemma’s eyes spark in the dim night air.

“Missy, lick Gemma’s cunt while I fuck you.”

“What?” The blonde girl turns her head and looks at him in confusion. “I’ve never...”

He slaps her ass hard, leaving a red handprint. He does it again in the same spot, and the pain causes her inner walls to clamp down on his cock. The heat of her cunt engulfs him, pushing any remaining sanity away.

“Lick her pussy. You’re going to make her come while I fuck you. You don’t get to come until she does.”

Missy nods meekly and turns to her friend.

Gemma slides into place, locking her eyes on Salt. When Missy presses her lips to her cunt, she cries out and lets her head drop back.

He watches as Missy explores Gemma’s folds and rocks gently into her. The blonde girl’s short hair allows him to see her tongue dragging along Gemma’s slit.

Missy grows bold and grips her friend’s thighs, pushing her face deeper into Gemma’s lips. When she finds her clit, Gemma cries out and sits partway up.

Salt’s balls tighten as he watches them.

Gemma rolls her eyes back and moves her hips, forcing Missy to grip her harder. She dives into her work, using her mouth and teeth.

He slams into Missy from behind and a moan vibrates against Gemma’s cunt. The force rocks both girls forward.

They slide forward until Gemma reaches above her head to brace herself against the wall. Missy hasn’t let up her assault, and Gemma bites her lip as she searches for the promised orgasm.

He closes his eyes and listens to both girls moan. He steadies his balance and pushes deep into Missy, demanding she open further for him.

She lowers her weight, arching her back so her ass is angled up, changing the angle of his penetration.

He cries out, the building explosion rushing through his body straight to his cock.

Gemma screams and Salt opens his eyes. She grips both of her tits, the wall forgotten.

Missy digs her nails into the young, muscled flesh of her thighs, penetrated by lust. She jerks her body erratically against Salt, her focus shattered as Gemma crashes against her face in a final explosion.

“Please,” Missy moans when Gemma pulls away in contented exhaustion.

He licks his thumb and presses it against the puckered opening of Missy’s ass, but not quite enough to enter her.

She pushes back in a plea for more—more of him, more of Gemma, more of this ecstasy.

With gentle pressure, he enters her again. Her cunt tightens even further, and the swelling crescendo of her cries forces him past his own restraint, plunging him into an all consuming sensory assault. The moment stretches. His body seizes up as his nerves, his blood, and his consciousness all focus on the suspended moment before the inevitable.

He howls and collapses forward, forcing a whimpering Missy to the ground. She continues to grind her hips and squeezes down on him before crying out—her eyes squeezed shut with a final spasm of ecstasy.

When she’s done, he pulls out and gets up to discard the used condom in the bathroom.

The girls remain on the floor, wrapped around each other in naked bliss.

“Thanks for the drinks.” Missy strokes Gemma’s hip.

He pulls the tuxedo jacket over his un-tucked shirt. “Yeah, maybe we can do it again sometime,” he lies. Again.

Portia and Pancakes

“Jackson, your idiot friend is here again.” The kitchen intercom goes silent without any of the usual protocol. Ronnie certainly has a way with people.

He leaves his post under the stairs. It’s been an hour since anyone came in, and while there are a few clients lingering upstairs, the staff on day shift will be here soon to take care of any problems they might present. Chances are that won’t be an issue—it’s been a slow night.

“Hey, hey, my man!” Ronnie stands in the middle of the kitchen looking like a thug in a china shop, which essentially he is.