The Reunion (16 page)

“Guess that could be a problem,
given your profession.” Alicia smiled and then sobered. “My mom thinks I’m sick
because I aspire to be the best woman in the adult industry.”

“I’m sorry.” Sarah tilted her head
to the side. “Though I imagine many parents wouldn’t understand.”

“But you would.”

“I don’t know. I don’t have
children. How old is your mother?”

“Forty-five.”

“Ah.” Sarah chose her words
carefully. “I hope if I were a mother I’d support my daughter in whatever line
of work she chose—and that I’d encourage her to be the best she could be.”

Tears filled Alicia’s eyes. Without
any sexual nuance, Sarah stepped forward and hugged the young woman, who in
turn wept quietly. Alicia shook her head from side to side and backed away. “Thank
you,” she muttered. “You’ve been a big help. I hope I didn’t offend you
earlier.”

“You didn’t.” Sarah felt herself
blush. “You flattered me.”

“You’re pretty hot looking, yourself,
and I bet you’re a firecracker in bed. It would’ve been fun.” Alicia hugged
herself. “But I know you’re off limits.” She looked very thoughtful. “I wish my
mother was so understanding.”

“Alicia, do you think there are
other young women like you in the industry trying to find ways to help their families
and others understand why they do what they do?”

“Sure. Some of us talk about it a
lot. Generally though, we just sit around and bitch about our fucked up
families. Why do you ask?”

“Just curious. Maria told you about
how Adam is willing to work with some of you on financial issues.”

“Yes, I’m going to see him next
week. One thing my parents did drum into me was that it’s never too early to
start saving. But I’m not very good at it.”

“I’m sure Adam will have some
helpful suggestions. Maybe you and I can talk some more when you come by to
look at your photos.”

“That would be neat. I’ll bet you
have some great photos.” Alicia turned the doorknob and turned. “It wasn’t all
a tease, you know. You did make me hot.”

“I know. Thanks for the compliment,”
Sarah said, “I think. I’ll see you next week.”

Chapter Eight

“Aren’t you going to be late for
your swim with Maria?” Adam arched an eyebrow at Sarah, who had at least rapped
on the door before entering his office.

He hoped he didn’t appear too
envious. The women shared something he wanted to be part of. It was so much
more than sex. Yet while their relationship intrigued him and drew him, it also
scared the hell out of him. His ambivalence kept him awake at night.

Maybe two women was one too many. No,
he could deal with two women. He was more than man enough to do that.

“I told her I needed to talk with
you,” Sarah said evenly, giving away nothing. “Is this an okay time?”

“Have a seat.” Adam pointed at a chair
opposite the desk while stepping around to sit in a chair opposite her.

Sarah sat and crossed one leg over
the other at the knee.

Although concealing more of her than
he liked, the long blue dress with black buttons down the front looked quite
sexy on Sarah. He knew she usually wore long dresses or long skirts for her
photography work. This one hardly made her unappealing—though she probably
didn’t do photo shoots with a half dozen buttons open down the front. That
dress wasn’t designed to be left unbuttoned nearly to the navel. Her breasts
managed to remain tucked in, somehow. She’d obviously dressed to grab his
attention. It hadn’t occurred to him a woman could look so provocative in a
full length dress. But then this damn woman would be sexy in a traditional nun’s
habit. “What’s on your mind,” he asked, figuring she knew what was on his.

“How did your meeting with Rachel
go?” Sarah asked, pushing strands of hair from her face.

The slight bob of her breasts as she
rearranged her hair made him smile. She was stalling.

“Fine. You were right. She did have
some specific questions. We talked a lot about a balanced stock and bond
portfolio. She’d done a fair amount of homework. I gave her some additional
pointers. If she follows through, she should be fairly nicely set by the time
she retires from the industry. Though I think she has aspirations for
directing.”

“That doesn’t surprise me. Rachel is
about as level headed in regards to business matters as anyone I’ve known. She
has a head for marketing.”

“She has a head for more than
marketing.” That made Sarah’s cheeks flush—
good
.

“You should know. I didn’t come here
to talk about Rachel.”

Adam shrugged. “I didn’t think you did.”

“I had an initial photo shoot with a
young girl named Alicia.” Sarah paused and frowned.

“So.”

“Her story is quite gripping.”

“Many are, I suppose. So what did
she have to say that has you so edgy?”

“She can hardly be twenty. Her
family has rejected her because of her being in adult films.”

He flashed and eyebrow at her. “That
surprises you?”

“Yes. No. I don’t know.” Sarah
clasped her hands at her waist. “Alicia seems quite bright and quite determined
to work her way to the top of the industry.”

He shrugged. “So she has to accept the
consequences.”

“Including the loss of her family?”

“Apparently. So what does any of
that have to do with you, with us?” He narrowed his eyes. “You’re not going to
try to save her from the jaws of the porno world.”

Sarah scowled. “Of course not,” she
stammered, uncrossing her legs. “Alicia has to make her own choices. She has a
beautiful body and some decent acting skills. I wouldn’t be at all surprised if
she doesn’t achieve her goals of stardom. It’s just that she’s carrying a lot
of baggage. She’s struggling with acceptance, including self-acceptance, I
think.”

“So you’re a therapist now?” He
crossed his legs. It was nice seeing Sarah out of control.

“No.” Sarah exhaled through pursed
lips. “I’m simply thinking that some of these girls, maybe also some of the
older women who are reaching the end of their stage careers, could use a place
to come and talk freely and confidentially about whatever concerns them. You
have the business acumen, Maria has the connections and gut for what these
women have to contend with inside and outside the industry, and I have
marketing experience and a sympathetic ear.”

“Ah, yes. The sympathetic ear. You
want to turn us into Ma and Pa Kettle. What did Maria say to this half-baked
scheme?”

“She’s for it as long as we keep it
informal and include no professionals. It would be a self-help support group.”

“Sounds like a bitch session to me.”
He paused. There was an expectant hope in Sarah’s eyes. Like Maria, she could
plead her case well. “If you and Maria want to put something like that
together, it’s fine with me, as long as it doesn’t become too time consuming. But
count me out. I’m not playing nursemaid to a bunch of young girls who thought
the ticket to fame was their pussies only to discover the rest of the world thinks
they’re some sort of freaky nymphos.”

“Adam!” Sarah sat straighter. Her
rigid jaw was that of a fierce defender; she really had become committed to her
girls. “You don’t think that. I know you don’t.”

“I didn’t say I did. I’m just saying
what others think isn’t something that should be so important. The world would
look down on my lifestyle, too. But I don’t spend a minute worrying about that.”

“You’re also thirty-eight years old.
You’ve had to make your way over some tough hurdles, too.”

“That I have.” He steepled his
fingers. “I’m looking at one of the largest.”

Sarah’s eyes sparkled. She relaxed
and gave a small smile—the first he’d seen since she entered his office. He
knew immediately when she shifted from the role of defender to provocateur.

“I’m glad I’m near the top of one of
your lists.” She undid one more button on her dress.

Only her stiff nipples kept those
delightful breasts from springing free. His gaze lifted to her mouth which had
bowed into a seductive pout. Adam drew in a breath. “You must be getting quite
warm?”

Ignoring his question, she said, “Now
that we have our business settled, are you going to fuck me, or should I let
you get back to work and meet Maria for our swim?”

Adam tensed; his already rigid cock
strained for freedom. “Why don’t you undo one more button, and we’ll both find
out.”           

Her eyes snapped with invitation and
challenge. She moved a hand slowly to the button in question and undid it. Her
fingers held the fabric over her breasts and then let it fall. Rosy nipples lengthened
before his gaze. His arousal strained against his zipper.

“Beautiful,” he mumbled, quickly
covering the distance separating his chair from hers. He pulled her to her feet
and dropped his mouth on a breast.

“Nice,” she murmured, raking fingers
through his hair. She massaged his neck, pressing him tight against her chest. “It’s
hot in here.”

Chuckling, Adam swirled his tongue over
the round orb, relishing the taste of Sarah’s warm flesh. Meanwhile, her hands
moved with urgency to his belt. He gave her room until his cock leapt into her
hands. Her fingers encircled his width.

He groaned and brought his mouth to hers.
She met his kiss with her own. It was a bruising kiss. Her hands continued
stroking him until he had to back away. “You’ve become one hungry, sexy lady. Haven’t
you?”

Her eyelashes lowered and then
lifted. “Maybe I always was, and you failed to notice.” She parted her lips and
her tongue darted out like that of a snake. “Think of what you could have been
having since you were sixteen.”

Roughly, Adam grabbed his temptress
by the hand and half dragged her to the desk where, without urging, she bent
over and braced herself on the wooden surface. He flipped the long dress over
her back, baring her ass. He clutched a creamy butt cheek in each hand trying
to stay focused.

She widened her stance. “If you’re going
to spank me again, could you be a little more vigorous? The last time I hardly
got warm.”

He growled something unintelligible.
“I should spank you until you cry for mercy.”

“But you won’t,” she responded
sweetly. “If I spend much more time bent over your desk waiting for you to
decide what to do next, I’ll need to bring my own reading material. Reading
contracts upside down is not my cup of tea.”

Adam ran the head of his cock along
the crease of her pussy. “Damn, you’re already wet.”

Sarah giggled. “What did you expect?
I’ve been sopping ever since Alicia tried to seduce me. She is very good.”

Adam chilled. “But apparently she
didn’t satisfy you.”

“Of course not. She was way too
young for me, but when she crammed my pink dildo in her ass, I creamed. She was
tempting.”

“Shit.” Adam rammed into her pussy.

Sarah’s knuckles whitened as she
secured her perch on his desk.

“Tempting is one thing,” he grunted.
“Remember my warning. No other women.”

“I didn’t forget.” Her voice rose. “But
you could be a bit more forceful, Adam. Don’t make me regret waiting for you
instead of taking Alicia when I had the opportunity.”

Her words flipped a switch in his
brain. He lost track of everything but bringing the quivering flesh beneath him
to a fevered pitch. He repeatedly drove in and out of her, ignoring her wails
of delight. She hovered on the edge of an orgasm that she’d apparently been prolonging
much of the afternoon.

But she’d have to wait a little
longer. He pulled out of her and laughed when he saw her grimace.

“What are you doing, Adam? Don’t
leave me hanging like this,” she hissed. “You bastard.”

He grabbed her arm to keep her from fondling
her clit. “You won’t have to wait much longer. But you should learn to be more
patient.” Adam spread her ass cheeks, positioned his cock at the entrance to
her anus and watched himself sink slowly in until meeting with resistance. He
paused and dragged his fingers down her shoulders and back.

“Ah,” she moaned, scrunching her
shoulder blades. “So you want my ass at last.”

“Don’t try to pretend this is new
for you. I saw you take Maria’s strap-on with ease when the two of you were
banging Rachel. Remember?”

“How could I forget?” she said, demurely.
“It took you long enough, though. But if you’re half that good this will be a
most delightful afternoon. I’m ready. Fill my ass.”

If he had planned on going slow, her
words trumped his plans, if not his sanity. He thrust all the way into her ass.

“Oh yeah. So sweet,” she cooed. “You
fill me so nicely. Even more than that false cock of Maria’s. It is hard to
beat flesh. Hard flesh, that is.”

“You’re really pushing me, aren’t
you?”

“I hadn’t noticed,” she said,
clenching her butt. “I thought you were fucking me in the ass—or did you
forget? You’re not that old, to forget what you’re doing. Are you?”

“Jesus,” he growled. He clutched her
shoulders in both hands and pulled nearly all the way out before slamming back
in. He repeated that simple action over and over.

Sarah arched her neck and wailed. “I’m
coming,” she screamed. “Come in my ass, Adam. Don’t hold back. Don’t pull out,
please. Fuck me. Fill me.”

Her ass sucked him deeper into its dark
interior. Her body blurred before his eyes. Her interior pulled him by his
roots and then his brain crashed. There was little thought and no feeling other
than the pulsing of his cock. His balls emptied and ached. She wailed for more,
but he didn’t have any more.

Gulping air, he collapsed over her backside.
Her neck burned his face. Where had they gone to? Would they ever return?”

The first sound penetrating his
awareness was Sarah humming softly. He kissed her ear.

“Welcome back,” she whispered.

“Been here all along,” he groused.

“Right.” She canted her head so she
could see him. “For the record, that was much, much better than the strap-on.”

“Thank God.”

“I knew it would be. In my college
years, I was an aficionado of ass fucking. You just moved to the top of the A list.”

“Glad I’m at the top of one of your
lists.”

“That was so good I wish you could
fuck me again.”

Adam chuckled against her neck. “You
need patience—a lot of it. Hopefully, I can find enough strength to get off
you.” He caressed her neck with his tongue. “That was spectacular. I don’t
think I’ve met a woman who can do more with her ass than you can.”

“Practice. Patience is important. But
patience without practice equals zero.”

“You’re sure as hell not a zero,
Sarah Atkinson.”

Sarah wiggled her butt. “Neither are
you, Adam Granger.”

- o -

“So how did your meeting with Adam
go?”