Pleasure Extraordinaire 2 (PURSUIT) (6 page)

I plop myself on the couch and gather my head between my hands, letting out an angry,
exasperated breath. No matter what I confess or do, she won’t bend. She’s uncompromising,
close-minded, and stubborn as a mule, and I wish more than anything to weaken her
determination for my own indulgence.

H
awkins men are something to marvel about, even Ace, who claims to not belong to the
Hawkins family.

They’re all experts in impressing everyone around them with their charisma and intelligence,
and don't forget their exquisite looks. They’re all driven in whatever area they choose
to excel. One common area all three are good at is seducing women. Even Michael, though
he has no interest in the female gender, will spare an extra enticing glance to cause
us shaky legs. And, the last of all, they won’t give in until they get what they desire.

Take Ace. He wants me, desires me to the level of sharing a nasty family secret with
me so I allow him to be my second lover in a threesome. Unless I do a paternity test,
I have no way to prove the truthfulness of his words, but the pale blondness of his
hair as opposed to the darker tones of his siblings and father tells me he might not
be lying.

I don’t know what to think, let alone decide if I want him. Well, I actually know
that I want him. With all my cells and fibers, with my dreams and realities. I yearn
for him. I crave his touch. I melt for his kiss. As if those weren’t enough, I’m constantly
thinking about him, so much so that if I give in to my needs for a second when I’m
with him, I’ll find myself on my knees, begging for him to complete that unfinished
business.

I want to see him naked in front of me, both his body and soul. I want him exposed,
without any barrier or hindrance to conceal his true self from me. I want to get to
know his vulnerabilities and capabilities. I want to tire him with my demands and
become exhausted with his in return. I want a fight with him, sweaty and painful,
and then love him gently to smooth his pain. I want him to belong to me completely
with everything he has, even if it’ll be for only a brief moment.

Nothing or no one else should matter at that moment. Whatever it is that I’ll share
with him; I want it to be irreplaceable, incomparable in his eyes. I want a large
part of his memory dedicated to me long after I’m gone.

That is, if I decide to have that moment with him.

But if I go ahead and choose him as the complimentary lover, none of this will happen.
We won’t be able to completely give ourselves to each other in the presence of another
man. Perhaps it’s not a bad thing after all. If I get lucky and experience the moment
of my dreams with Ace, most likely that’ll be the last day my heart will belong to
me.

I’m not ready to fall in love, much less with a Hawkins. Much less with someone who
runs a brothel and has an easy access to hundreds of willing women who won’t shy away
from shelling out thousands of dollars for his able hands. And definitely not with
a man like Ace who doesn’t need a brothel to find women.

He’s like a perfect poem, words rhyming seamlessly with each other, but their real
beauty comes from the meaning that gives life to them. His eyes, the way he looks
right through my core and the way his words reflect his own tortured soul are my undoing.
It’s obvious... if I ever get a taste of his sexual side, I’ll never truly be able
to let it go and be my normal self again.

I will say no to his offer. I’ll pick JJ and another man who have no motives beyond
satisfying me while getting their own gratification and that will be it. No hearts
will be broken; no tears will be shed.

After the party, Edric reminds me to save a date for another shopping spree with him
to buy gowns for the upcoming events I’ll be attending as Michael’s date. He’ll be
having an important guest from Russia in less than two weeks. I guess Chloe and I
will be responsible for entertaining his wife during their three-day visit. Which
means more shopping is in my near future.

Before I leave, Michael thanks me for the perfect date—his words, not mine.

I glance back at the crowd to locate Ace, but he’s nowhere to be seen. A part of me—okay
a big part of me—hopes he won’t be deterred by my rebuff. I spot Zane and grin at
his obvious ogling over me.

Perhaps I should choose Zane and Ace to check out what they have to offer. The thought
of them both naked fighting for my attention gives me shivers. Rather than giving
me pleasure, though, they’ll most likely busy themselves with punches and kicks. From
what Ace told me, they don’t seem to get along in their normal lives; a little competition
in bed might turn their dislike into hatred in a matter of minutes. I’d rather continue
having them only in my dreams to keep myself from an accidental punch in the face.

I drive back home with Taylor and Adam. Taylor dozes off on Adam’s shoulder, and I
stare out to the road, considering Ace’s offer. To say his offer inflamed wild lust
in me is an understatement, really. If Taylor and Adam weren’t in the limousine with
me, I’d finger myself to cool down the needy nerves inside me, most likely dreaming
about how Ace’s finger shook them awake with a brief touch, and Zane’s abrupt visit
to my apartment to fuck my brains out.

The two men together would make a mind-blowing sexual experience. I could suck off
Ace’s penis while Zane fucks me from behind. Both men losing themselves while connected
to me. The thought of it is so wild and arousing and so much better than any of my
fantasies, I feel I’m ready to burn in the aftermath of it.

Oh shit, it seems I don’t need to wait until after a threesome with them to burn,
because my sex is hot like burning coals, clenching with urgency and spreading the
heat throughout my body. I turn my face to the side to hide my blushing. I’ll have
to use my biggest dildo to take edge off, while dreaming it’s one of the Hawkins brothers.

The ride feels like hours instead of only forty minutes, and I climb the stairs in
my apartment building two at a time to finally get inside my condo and attack my pleasure
chest. Grabbing the eight-inch dildo, I smear a generous amount of lube around it
and shove it inside me, still standing and fully clothed.

I close my eyes, and immediately the naked images of Ace and Zane appear in front
of my eyes, both of their cocks in their full sizes, pointing at me. Ace would approach
me first, giving me a full-blown kiss, while his hands played with my vagina. Zane
would spread his arms around me from behind, his cock pressed against my buttocks.
I don’t know if it’d be possible to take them both inside my vagina, but in my fantasy
it seems to be a reality. They’d throw me onto a bed and thrust their cocks inside
me, stretching me like I’ve never been. I’d be surrounded by two beautiful bodies,
filled to the brim by two fat cocks.

Plunging the dildo with harder strokes, I fall face-first over the bed and cry out
as the tension inside me reaches to its highest. Wild convulsions follow. I continue
thrusting the dildo until the spasms die out and pull it out slowly. Its strong latex
smell hits my nostrils and I wince. It’s nowhere near arousing like a real cock smeared
in my juices. If it was Ace’s cock, or Zane’s, I’d lick it clean, something I’ve never
done with my previous lovers. But, both Ace and Zane are so sexy, I’d demand to do
it without them having to ask me for it.

I slip out of my gown and sneak under the bed covers naked. I’ll have to take up Ace’s
offer much sooner than I thought.

The next days until Friday fly in a blur with mundane work activities, except for
the exhausting evening of gown shopping. I buy twelve dresses, twenty pairs of shoes,
three coats, and several pairs of underwear. Not to mention new make-up and fragrances.
The only problem I have to tackle is space, since my tiny apartment has very limited
storage.

On Friday morning, I call Ace’s office number to inform him about my decision. He
sounds relieved to hear from me.

“I was thinking,” I say hesitantly. He’ll most likely decline my request, but at least
I’ll have tried. “I’d very much like to try out the threesome offer.”

“I’m glad to hear that. I have a hunch that you’ll go with two men, rather than a
man and a woman.”

“You got that right.” Why would I pay for another woman’s pleasure?

“Have you any experience with two men at the same time?”

“Ahh, no.” If you don’t count fantasies.

“You can check out our database to decide with whom you want to have threesome with.
All of my men have experience in threesomes and orgies; it’s part of their training.
So, don’t worry about having a mismatch. They’ll all have your satisfaction at heart,
and if you don’t feel comfortable and decide to proceed with only one of your lovers,
that’s just fine, too.”

He’s seriously thinking I’ll pick him and another escort that I don’t know, but the
other guy will lose the competition and I’ll just want to stay with him. I grin, hoping
he’ll not feel it through the phone. “I’d like to talk to you in person about something
personal before going ahead with the selection. Do you have a few minutes for me today?”

“Sure.”

“Okay, I’ll be at your office in the afternoon?”

“You don’t need to drive all the way. Would you like to have lunch together in Westwood?
I know a great Italian restaurant.”

“Okay,” I say hesitantly, hoping he doesn’t mean it as a date.

“Say twelve? I’ll text you the address.”

Smiling to myself, I disconnect and wait for the text. My phone rings with a new text
message and I hurry to read it. It just has the address; no additional words of innuendo,
not even a “see you” is added at the end. Disappointing.

I hurry to have shower but primp myself slowly and with care. By the end of my grooming,
my hair is all flat, my eyelashes double their length and thickness, and my lips dark
crimson. I’ll have to make it hard for him to resist my proposal, yet I don’t want
to appear as a hooker and be photographed with him. So, I go for a low-cut red blouse,
a pair of black skinny jeans, and black high heels to make my rear stick out.

I drive my new Audi to the restaurant, both excited and nervous at the same time.
A few people take notice of me, but don’t dare bother me, I guess, for the fear of
pissing me off.

I enter the restaurant hesitantly, glancing around to locate Ace, am greeted by a
girl at the reception desk. As soon as I tell her I’m with Ace Hawkins, she escorts
me to a secluded part at the back of the restaurant and nods as she leaves me alone
with Ace.

Ace stands to shake my hand and gets my chair. I take my seat, highly incapable of
suppressing the electrifying effect of his skin on mine, and examine him from head
to toe. He’s wearing a light-blue, button-down shirt with the first two buttons undone
and black slacks that flatters his round ass, which makes me want to dry hump him
right now. I remember in shame my purpose for putting on tight jeans and high heels
to draw more attention to my own ass, because honestly, no matter how hard I try,
his is much more eye-catching than mine, and he doesn’t even need to try hard.

Placing the cloth napkin on his lap, he regards me with caution and a hint of lust.
“I’m glad I get to see you today.”

“The pleasure is mine,” I reply, stressing on the word pleasure in a suggestive tone,
feeling a little slutty and lightheaded.

The corner of his mouth twitches up and he eyes my upper body slowly, without hiding
his intention. “I’ve already ordered for us, as I have only half an hour. I hope you
don’t mind.”

“No, not at all. I like surprises.”

“I’m glad you do. So,” he says, his eyes on my face this time as he clasps his hands
together on the table. “What is it that you wanted to talk about in person?”

I shift in my chair, unsure of how I should start. “It’s about you and your adoption.”

“Oh.” There’s a clear discontent in his voice and expression. Was he expecting me
to talk about sex? Most likely.

“Yeah. I’d like to ask a few questions if I may.”

“I’m not sure if I can answer all your questions, but I promise I’ll try.”

“Sounds fair. Do you know anything about your birth mother?”

He nods his head a few times, looking ahead beside me, perhaps remembering a distant
memory. I have no idea how old he was when he was adopted, or if he has recollections
of his birth mother at all.

“She was a Russian graduate student at the Physics department at UCLA, fell pregnant
after a rape incident, and wanted to abort me. Around that time, Michael had the problem
with the journalist spreading rumors about his homosexuality. Irene, my adopted mother,
couldn’t get pregnant anymore, or they’d have tried for another baby to show everyone
what a happy family and marriage they had. They didn’t want to adopt through an agency
either as it would have been hard to show the adopted child as their own biological
child.”

“So,” he continues. “Michael decided to directly pick a girl who wanted to get rid
of her child, and my biological mother was the lucky one. She agreed to give me to
them in exchange for a big sum of money. Afterwards, she finished her PhD and went
back to Russia. As far as I know, she’s a renowned professor at University of St.
Petersburg. I guess much of the start-up funding for her research project came from
the money she received from Michael for her silence.”