THAT MAN 5 (The Wedding Story-Part 2) (7 page)

You were absolutely right. Blake is still into you. How could I have been so blind? And so foolish for trusting him with my heart and my life?

I have no choice but to end our engagement and call off the wedding. I’ve already
given him back his ring
.
With all due respect for his family, I would very much like to meet with you discreetly tomorrow to discuss how we can best break the news to all involved. I am temporarily staying at a bungalow
at
The Beverly Hills Hotel, which, at least, Blake had the decency to put me up in. I would appreciate if you could meet me there.

I never thought I would thank you, but I owe you my deepest gratitude. Though sadness fills every crevice of my being, it is better to know now where I stand with Blake than to have had my heart broken by him after our union. I can only hope he does not do the same to you.

With my sincerest appreciation~ Jennifer

I reread my e-mail. I loved writing every single word. With a wicked smile, I hit send. Just like I thought…I instantly got a response.

To: Jennifer McCoy

From Katrina Moore

Subject: Meeting/URGENT

Dear Jennifer—

My heart bleeds for you. What Blake did
is appalling and I am partly accountable. In all fairness, I tried to warn you. His feelings for me are strong and real. In
fact, he just called me and informed me about your breakup. He can’t wait to get back
together with me
.
He ended the call by saying that I was his first and only true love.

Yes, I agree we should meet tomorrow. Let’s make it 3 p.m. I’ll come directly to your bungalow and we’ll strategize an exit plan. Thank you for trusting me.

Yours truly—Katrina

Perfection! I confirmed the meeting. A fiendish grin whipped across my face. My newest production,
Fuck the Bitch
, was underway. It was now time to recruit my co-producer and my co-stars. Grabbing my cell phone, I made two calls, one right after the other.

Lights! Camera! Action! Everything was in place. Tomorrow could not come fast enough.

*

Blake had made arrangements for the bungalow—the same one my parents had stayed at during their visit. It was permanently leased by Conquest Broadcasting and used for visiting dignitaries, investors, and out-of-town producers, directors, and stars. Luck was on our side—it was vacant.

I headed over to The Beverly Hills hotel at lunchtime, leaving my car with the valet. The pink stucco bungalow, located in a very secluded area of the property, couldn’t have been more perfect—consisting of an elegantly appointed living room, bedroom, and kitchenette. Soon afterward, my partner in crime, Libby, showed up. She was beaming with excitement.

“You’re a fucking genius, girl,” she exclaimed, tossing her canvas bag onto the plush Hollywood Regency-styled couch.

“Hope it works,” I replied. “Pussy and her girlfriend should be here any minute.”

Pussy was Pussy Amour, the co-star of SIN-TV’s highly rated prime time show,
Private Dick
. She had recently created a stir in the porn world after revealing she was gay. To the industry’s surprise, the fact she was a lesbian only helped the show’s ratings. Pussy had some very special talents as did her girlfriend whose name was Swell.

Libby and I were drinking some Diet Cokes when the doorbell rang. I leapt up from the couch to open the door. Sure enough, it was my expected guests.

Pussy, who I’d gotten to know from various conventions, gave me a big hug. I introduced her to Libby and she introduced us to Swell.

Both women were wearing tight-ass jeans, mile-high platforms, and tanks that clung to their planet-sized boobs. Each was a carrying a small overnight bag though they were returning to Vegas in the evening. Bearing a striking resemblance to Pink with their short spiked platinum hair, they could practically be sisters except Swell had piercings all over as well as sleeves of colorful tattoos along her arms.

“Thanks for coming,” I said, ushering them into the main room.

“Anything for you and Blake,” responded Pussy. “Are you ready to take the bitch down?”

I drew in a gulp of air. “Yes, but I’m nervous.”

“There’s nothing to be worried about, honey.” She shot her companion a flirtatious wink. “Come on, Swell, baby. Let’s get ready and set things up.”

Taking their bags with them, they ambled arm in arm to the bedroom. Five minutes later they re-appeared.

“Holy shit!” exclaimed Libby, her jaw as wide opened as mine.

Both women were clad in matching black leather bustiers, fishnets, and stilettos. Tattoos were everywhere on Swell’s body. Pussy had one, too, of a sex kitten by her shoulder.

“I’m so ready for the Pussy-Kat show,” purred the porn star. She let out a ferocious meow and mock-swiped her claws.

I went over the plan with them. Everyone knew what to do. At close to three o’clock, Pussy and Libby flattened themselves against the wall on either side of the bungalow entrance. Swell was in the bedroom. At exactly three, the doorbell rang. My heartbeat sped up. Showtime!

Wasting no time, I swung open the door halfway. Standing before me was Kat, dressed to kill in a tight-fitting designer silk dress that accentuated her D-cup boobs.

“Hi, Kat,” I said in my most despondent voice, even adding in a sniffle. “Let me take your bag.”

With a smug smile, she handed me her monstrous purse and stepped inside the bungalow.

“Where would you like—”

Before she could finish her question, Pussy and Libby ambushed her. Pussy seized her arms while Libby grabbed her stiletto-clad feet by the ankles.

“What the fuck?” she shrieked. “What are you doing to me?” Writhing and kicking, she continued to rant as Pussy and Libby hauled her into the bedroom.

“Thanks for coming, Kat,” I said brightly, trailing behind them, her handbag slung over my arm.

In no time, we were in the bedroom, and Kat was flat on her back on the bed. Libby and I pinned her down while Pussy and Swell worked together to fasten the pink leather restraints on her wrists and ankles.

“You can’t do this to me!” she growled, the restraints quickly in place. “I’ll have you arrested.”

“I don’t think so,” I said nonchalantly as I fished through her roomy bag in search of her cell phone. I found it shortly in the zipper compartment.

“Smile!” I aimed the phone at her and snapped a photo.

She made of face of utter disgust.

I tsk-tsked and shook my head with mock-disdain. “No selfies for you today.”

“Shut up and undo me!” she spat back at me.

“What do you think, girls? Does she look pretty in pink?” asked Pussy.

“Very!” Libby, Swell, and I responded in unison.

“Who are you?” Kat hissed, her green eyes flaring at Pussy.

“Someone you’re never going to forget. And this is my girlfriend, Swell.”

After a succulent kiss, Swell rolled her pierced tongue around her lips and in her husky voice said, “Hi, babe.”

“Oh my fucking God,” Kat cried out, heaving on the bed and trying desperately to free herself from the restraints that were attached to the brass headboard and footboard.

Pussy snickered. “What do you say, girls? Should we find out how pink the bitch’s pussy is?”

“I’d say it’s showtime.” I handed Libby the phone.

“Lights, camera, action!” shouted Libby, adjusting the phone’s camera setting to video while Swell reached for a large pair of scissors on the night table. Starting at the hemline, she began slicing Kat’s dress apart, inch by silky inch.

“What the fuck are you doing?” shrieked Kat. “This is a two-thousand-dollar Armani!”

“Well, now, bitch, it’s two-thousand-dollar rag.” Swell grinned wickedly as she tossed the scissors aside and simply tore apart the rest of the dress with her bare hands. The hiss of the shredding fabric was like music to my ears. In a few harsh breaths, Kat was stripped down to her matching black bra and thong.

Kat’s raging eyes met mine. “What’s this all about, Jennifer? Is this just some form of revenge for Blake dumping your sorry ass for me?”

Poker-faced, I slipped my hand into my pocket, and in slow motion, I lowered Blake’s magnificent snowflake diamond ring onto my ring finger as she watched with wide-eyed confusion. A giddy smile lit my face.

“News flash, Kat. Blake and I never broke up.”

“I don’t fucking believe you,” she snorted. “He told me this morning it was over between the two of you and that he loves
me
.”

I rolled my eyes. “Actually his exact words were: ‘Kat, you’ve always been the one. I love you so fucking much. My cock can’t wait to ravish you.’”

Kat’s mouth fell open. She looked as if she’d been struck by lightning. She had put two and two together.

My eyes narrowed with fury. “You fucking drugged Blake and made it look like he was seducing you. I bet the evidence is still right here on your phone.”

“Give me back my phone, you cunt!”

I smirked. “Can’t. My friend Libby needs to use it.”

She fired a dirty look at my bestie. Libby aimed the phone at her and said, “Smile.”

Kat made a face, her stunning features scrunching with rage.

Click.

“Are we done now?” she grunted.

Crawling onto the bed, Pussy chimed in. “Actually, we haven’t yet begun.”

In one swift move, she tore off Kat’s scanty lace thong while Swell ripped apart her front closure bra and slid it down her arms. A look of terror washed over Kat’s face. Her implants quivered. God, they were big!

“What are you going to do to me?” asked Kat, her voice trembling.

Pussy flicked her tongue just above Kat’s hairless triangle. “Nothing. Ask me what it’s going to look like I’m doing…
Everything!”

“No!” shrieked Kat, frantically trying to bolt from the bed.

It was futile. Pussy spread Kat’s long, toned legs farther apart. Holding down her thighs, she buried her head deep between them. I watched while Libby filmed everything on the bitch’s cell phone. Though Pussy wasn’t actually licking Kat or doing anything else, she pretended she was. Pussy, the porn star, was just being a great actress.

Kat continued to scream, her body jerking and arching, and her face contorting. Pussy lifted her head and smiled for the camera and then buried her head again between Kat’s thighs. Soon her partner got into the act, climbing onto the bed and pretending to be going down Kat’s enormous fake boobs. Of course, her mouth never touched down on them, but her moves were effective. Though neither woman was in any way performing any kind of sexual act, Kat was writhing and whimpering. Libby, bless her heart, was filming everything from every angle. I swear, I wouldn’t be surprised if she left her research job at Conquest and moved into production. She was clearly enjoying every moment.

A tortured expression washed over Kat’s face that could easily be interpreted as tortured pleasure. Ecstasy. I kept my eyes glued on her as Pussy whispered something in her ear.

“Yes!” shrieked Kat. The perfect response to Pussy’s inaudible scripted line: “Do you want me to stop?”

Sweat beads clustered on Kat’s face and chest as Pussy repositioned herself between her spread-eagled legs. Her ass in the air, the porn star buried her head back into Kat’s center, and as she bopped it up and down, she hummed. It looked like she was going down on Kat and bringing her to the edge. What an actress! Libby was still capturing everything, shooting the scene from all the right angles. Just like a pro!

“Please!” cried Kat. “Please, please, please.” It just couldn’t be more perfect. Kat sounded as if she was begging to come.

After one more “please,” Pussy pulled away and Kat let out a giant sigh of relief. Her body went slack.

Yes, yes, yes!
With a wag of a finger, I signaled to Libby to stop shooting. We had what we needed. My production classes at USC had really paid off.

“Hope it was as good for you as it was for me,” purred Pussy as she climbed off the bed.

Fury flickered in Kat’s eyes. “Fuck you. Let me go!”

Pussy smiled smugly. “Not yet.”

“My turn,” chimed in Swell, her voice as deep as a man’s.

Terror washed over Kat’s face.

With a wink, Pussy said, “Come on, ladies. Let’s go play gin rummy. Hope you know how.”

“Gin,” I shouted ten minutes later, seated cross-legged around a coffee table in the anteroom. And at that moment, I heard Kat cry out, “stop it,” repeatedly. I hoped Swell, who I didn’t know before today, wasn’t hurting her. Or violating our agreement and sexually assaulting her. As I flipped over my cards, I asked Pussy if she thought everything was all right.

“Chill, honey. Don’t you worry. Swell is an artist.”

I wanted to believe her. We played several rounds of rummy, and I was thrilled to learn that both Pussy and Swell were coming to the wedding. Before we could re-shuffle the deck yet again, Swell strutted into the room. She greeted us with a wicked twisted grin.

“Everything went smoothly. The slut has something to remember today by. Come see.”