Zane 2 (Pleasure Extraordinaire: Part 2) Read online

  “Oh, I am hungry.” I hold her hips, lift her up, and lay her on the dinner table. “I’m starved.”

  She spreads her legs before me, displaying her pussy that’s still gushing out my sperm from our earlier fuck. The pride of owning her in every possible way swells my chest. My hands brush her thighs until I reach her pussy. Slowly, I run a finger through the swollen lips of her sex and watch her shudder in anticipation.

  “Zane,” she mumbles, her eyes hooded, her lips puffed up from several rounds of kissing. “Don’t keep me waiting too long.” Quickly, she pulls the t-shirt over her head and tosses it to the floor.

  “I won’t.” My eyes locked on hers, I lower my head between her creamy thighs. Separating the lips of her sex with my fingers, I lean in and dip my tongue into her wet heat, sucking her labia until she starts trembling.

  Her hands thread into my hair to pull me hard against her crotch, and she bucks her hips up and down, rubbing her delectable folds against my mouth. “Make me come,” she begs in silent moans, her fingers tangled in my hair.

  Pushing two fingers inside of her, I locate the swollen nob that needs extra attention and start massaging it with an intensifying pressure. When she comes apart and climaxes, she wraps her legs around my head and growls like a wounded animal. Her back arches up, her nipples peaked, her whole body still except for random trembles…She’s a sight to behold.

  As soon as she descends from the heights of her orgasm, she relaxes her legs and hands around my head and sits up straight. I can hardly take my eyes away from her worn-out pussy that’s now bright red from all my ministrations.

  She giggles with a girly grin and points her finger to my loins. “Somebody is in need of some loving.”

  I stand to my feet and push my hips toward her. Her hands move up and catch my extra-hard and extra-painful erection, her lips brushing its tip with soft kisses.

  Seeing my need throb in her palms, she hurries to slide off the table and gets on her knees before me on the floor. The grip of her hands around my cock is light and lacking pressure. I wrap my hands around her fingers tightly to signal to her the amount of pressure I actually enjoy.

  She was no virgin before me, and thank God for that. I’d never have found it in me to pop her cherry, considering my promiscuous history. But, it was clear she hadn’t had much experience with blow jobs. Her clumsiness and hesitancy while holding my penis was a breath of fresh air compared to the experienced, jaded, and sometimes overly aggressive lovers I’ve had in the past.

  Thick strands of her blonde hair fall over her face and tickle the skin of my hips. She parts her lips and slides the head of my cock into her wet mouth, her tongue swirling around it in a teasing lightness. Once her grip is the way I like, I let her hands go and run my fingers through her hair to get a better view of her beautiful face and also to encourage her to speed up the rhythm of her sucking.

  “Yeah, beautiful girl. Suck me hard. Just like that.”

  I can feel the effect of my words on her ego by the eager way she pushes my cock deeper in her throat. She might still be timid with holding my cock, but she’s tamed her gagging reflex enough to take me until I can hit the back of her throat.

  She remembers to add little moans to tease me with the vibration of her voice and bobs her head up and down with loud slurps. When I come and jet my release, she swallows and licks everything dutifully. Although I’ve had better blow jobs, she still gets a golden ten from me just for her eagerness to please me.

  Leaving me content and fully satisfied, she grabs the t-shirt off the floor, puts it on, and resumes her place before the stove. She cooks me a delicious brunch while I check my phone for any news.

  When I’m in the shower after the brunch, she knocks on the door to let me know Julie is waiting for me in the living room.

  I panic.

  It’s bad news if Julie has chosen to talk to me in person rather than calling me. I quickly run water to rinse myself of the body wash and rush out.

  Slipping into a t-shirt and jeans, I stroll into the living room. Julie stands up from the couch as soon as she sees me and gives me a tired and uncomfortable smile. Scarlet offers us refreshments, but I thank her and ask Julie to come with me to my study.

  She’s wearing a black skirt suit and has her hair up in a tight bun. The dark makeup on her eyes accentuates the cold and powerful image her clothes give off. She’s had to fight hard. She’s wild and strong and can take down a dozen of powerful men with her intelligence and smooth ways.

  But, still, this scandal can be too much even for someone of Julie’s capacity.

  Closing the door behind us, I gesture her with my hand toward a chair. She shakes her head briefly and adjusts the strap of her handbag around her shoulder. “This’ll be short.”

  I nod, ignoring my loud heartbeats.

  “You can breathe now.” She smiles warmly. “Everything is under control. I made sure the video won’t see the light of the day.”

  I exhale a long breath I wasn’t aware I’ve been holding and burst into a loud, happy laughter. “Really?”

  “Yeah.” She laughs with me.

  “God, Julie. You’re amazing.” Stepping toward her, I grab her by the shoulder and press her against my chest. “I can’t thank you enough. That fucking video was going to ruin my life and my business.” Pulling her back, I stare at her face with a level of gratefulness I never knew I could feel.

  She clears her throat and drops her gaze down and I realize I’m invading her personal space.

  “I’m sorry.” I let her go abruptly and take a step back to give her some space. “I’m just very excited.”

  She shakes her head and waves her hand. “Don’t worry.”

  “How did you do it?” I ask.

  “Remember Amy from the front desk?”

  I nod.

  “I hired her as a favor to her brother, Pete, who’s a good friend of mine and works in the TMZ’s team.”

  “You don’t say.”

  “Yeah.” She widens her eyes and smiles with pride. “It doesn’t hurt to have friends in strategic positions, although he’s just a camera guy.”

  “Sure. Way to go!”

  “Anyway, he gave me the name of the girl who recorded the video in the first place, and I got her sign an NDA in exchange for fifty thousand dollars.”

  “I’d pay ten times that money to keep the rumors down.”

  “That’s not all, though.” She pauses, her eyes turning serious in a heartbeat. “The girl told me it wasn’t her idea to send the video to TMZ in the first place. A friend of hers tipped TMZ off to its existence in the first place. TMZ wasn’t interested in the video initially, but she received a phone call from a man offering her two thousand dollars for the video.”

  “Who was he?”

  “She doesn’t know, but after his call, another TMZ reporter called her to tell her they wanted to buy her video.”

  “What does it all mean?” I ask, frowning in anger and confusion in equal parts.

  “That we should remain watchful. I made sure to get rid of all the copies of the video on their server, but this secret man might have a copy of his own, although our girl says she didn’t give him any.”

  “Shit. Who can he be?”

  “I can think of a dozen men who’d jump at the opportunity to take you down,” Julie says without any sarcasm. It’s true and probably an underestimation. “Did you talk to anyone about McKenzie?” she asks softly.

  “No. I was only with Scarlet.”

  “I don’t mean today. Right after the—” She pauses, looking uncomfortable.

  “After the sex with McKenzie?” I help her, watching her blush in embarrassment. If she’s blushing at my promiscuity, what will the random guy on the street think of me? I wouldn’t give a shit about other people’s opinions of my private life, but my business runs on how I present myself to the public. “I didn’t talk to anyone about it. It took place at Pleasure Extraordinaire. I’m expected to keep quiet about an
ything that happens there according to the contract I signed with them.”

  “I see.” She spins around on her heels and approaches the window, looking out as if she wants to escape. “Do you remember when the incident with McKenzie was exactly?”

  “Yeah. Exactly six months ago.”

  Something snaps on her face and she turns to me sharply. “It was also around the time Brad resigned from his job as the Frat House director when you didn’t hire Henrietta for the writers’ team, wasn’t it?”

  Slipping my hands into the pockets of my pants, I walk toward her in slow steps. “What are you trying to say?”

  “He couldn’t find a job after he left us. The rumor has it that he’s been frequently caught in bars cursing you while drunk.”

  “Huh!” I frown, remembering the arguments I had with Brad over the recruitment decision. I wasn’t fully convinced of Henrietta’s addition to the screenwriters’ team, and when the writer who left to take care of her newborn baby shortened her maternity leave and came back only a month after her delivery, I just hired the candidate Julie had picked out. So far, each episode’s received high ratings, proving the rightness of the decision to keep Henrietta out. “I didn’t fire him. I even asked him to come back. He was the one who insisted on the ‘either you hire Henrietta, or I’m out’ bullshit.”

  She gazes at me with understanding and support. “I know. But, Brad has always had a vindictive streak to him.”

  “How so?”

  “I noticed a couple of times he wouldn’t let go of any opposing comments from the actors regarding his orders in the shootings.” She shrugs and turns her gaze back to the window. “It might not be him behind the video, though. I just want you to be prepared if whoever it is tries to strike again.”

  “Yeah, I should. Thanks for today. I really appreciate your efforts.”

  “Just doing my job to keep you safe and sound.” Smiling, she heads for the door and pushes the handle down. “I’ll see you at the gala tonight.”

  “Do you have a date?”

  She grins. “Yep.”

  Curious, I follow her out. “Who?”

  “Nick,” she answers with a timid tone in her voice.

  I’ve seen Nick, one of the actors of Frat House, picking her up for lunch dates the last few weeks, but never gave it a thought. “Are you two serious?”

  “Kind of. Yes, why? Shouldn’t we be?”

  “I just want you to be happy. Is he making you happy?” I ask.

  “He does. He’s a good man,” she explains as we arrive at the living room.

  “Are you, guys, talking about Nick?” Scarlet shows up and wraps her arms around my waist.

  “Yes,” Julie says with a smile. I guess she looks happy, although I’m not sure how good of a man Nick is. I’ll have to have someone run an in-depth background check on him.

  “He’s the best,” Scarlet blurts out quickly, then looks up at me with an apologetic glance. “Of course, not better than you. No one can beat my man.” She winks at me coquettishly, and I quickly dismiss my paranoid thoughts. “He’s been searching for a woman to settle down and start a family. I’m glad it turned out to be you, Julie. You, two, make a great couple.”

  “Whoa, whoa, whoa.” I raise my hand to stop Scarlet’s shocking comment. “Who’s talking about starting a family?” Then, I turn to Julie. “How long have you been dating him to start talking about settling down and having kids? I mean, we don’t know a single thing about this guy. For all we know, he can be an axe-murderer praying on young, beautiful women.”

  “Oh, my God!” Scarlet lets go of me instantly and moves next to Julie to stand by her in defense. “Chloe is so right about your jealous caveman attitude. She told me you beat up her fiancé. Seriously?”

  “I didn’t beat him up.” The details of the day where I heard Dylan, Chloe’s fiancé, secretly meeting with another woman pop up in my mind. Turns out, she was a personal shopper he had hired to pick out an engagement ring for Chloe. The bruise I gave to him on his cheek remained for a whole two weeks, though. “Besides, this is different. Nick doesn’t give me a good impression at all.”

  “He’s the most honest and family-oriented guy I’ve ever seen,” Scarlet defends.

  “Whatever.” I shrug and walk away toward the kitchen. There’s no point in arguing with not one, but two women, who basically never change their minds, especially the emotional ones like Scarlet. I’ll still keep a close eye on Nick, though.

  While the girls chat about the dresses they’re going to wear for the gala tonight, I get myself a cup of coffee and settle on the leather couch with my newspaper. Scarlet walks Julie into my bedroom to show her the dress she picked out for tonight, and I have the next half hour free thanks to their chat. How can they find so much to say about a piece of clothing? It’s amazing how much a woman needs to talk about nonsense.

  I’m sure Julie doesn’t feel a strong urgency to go into detail about superficial things like clothing, though. She’s very likely being nice to Scarlet. Only she can manage swinging her claws fearlessly when the need arises, then cooling down and being girly and sweet with her peers.

  Suddenly, the apartment becomes eerily silent, and I wonder if Scarlet dropped dead after too much talking. My curiosity mounts when both of them walk into the living room with serious expressions on their faces.

  “Zane.” Scarlet holds out her phone to me. “I think you need to see this.”

  My eyes drift to Julie’s worry-filled face. “What is it?” I jump to my feet, dropping my newspaper to the couch, and grab Scarlet’s phone.

  “I’m so sorry, Zane, it’s the video again,” Julie explains, her voice layered with dread.

  I tap on the screen and watch the full video, this time without any interruption from a TMZ reporter.

  McKenzie reveals my name along with two dozen other famous names with whom she’s had orgies. It sounds as if we were all together in a room to fuck her. Worst of all, it’s live and on YouTube. It’s only a matter of time before the rest of the nation will see it.

  “I’m so sorry,” Julie apologizes. “I should have known this would happen. Someone must still have a copy of the video.”

  “There was nothing you could do about it.” I try to take the blame off of her. I’m the one who had sex with a whore. She should be the last person to own my mistake.

  “When did it happen?” Scarlet asks with worry, but there’s no sign of dismay in her voice.

  “It happened before us. I swear I haven’t touched another woman since I’ve been with you,” I confess with sincerity and hope she believes me. I’ll already lose the respect of millions; I can’t bear losing her, too.

  “Okay.” Scarlet walks toward me and slides her arm through mine to show her support, the little gesture making me fall in love with her all over again.

  “You’re not mad? You’re not breaking up with me?” I kiss the top of her head tentatively.

  “I feel a little jealous,” she says as she tilts her head back to look at me. “But, you’re with me and you love me. That’s all that matters.”

  “This will come up tonight at the gala,” Julie says, ignoring Scarlet’s million-dollar comment. She scratches her forehead, looking lost in thought and worry. “The reporters won’t give you a break.”

  The gala tonight…the meetings over the next days…anytime I show my face in the light of day…until another big scandal breaks out and steals the thunder.

  “What are we going to do?” I ask, more to myself to brainstorm some ideas. I might fly to South America for a vacation or Europe to finally set our foot there. Michael had always wanted to own a TV channel in England, and this might be a good chance to escape and work on something useful. But escape means defeat and giving the person behind all this a chance to attack again.

  Julie starts pacing back and forth in the living room, bubbling out her own ideas. “I can get Judge Smith to issue a ruling against the streaming of the video. I’ll call him right away.”
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  “The video has been seen two hundred thousand times already,” Scarlet opposes. “And it must have been downloaded at least a thousand times. It’ll pop up online again sooner or later.”

  “Fuck it!” I yell. “God, what have I done?” Whoever said ‘man’s biggest enemy is himself’ was onto something. I don’t need greedy competitors who wait day and night to take me down. My own stupid actions are the only thing needed for me to destroy myself.

  “I have an idea,” Scarlet cheers and both Julie and I turn to her.

  “What is it?” Julie moves toward her.

  “Your reputation is at stake, isn’t it?” Scarlet asks cautiously. “And that thing happened a long time ago, right?” She looks at me and then at Julie, waiting for us to confirm her assumptions.

  “Yeah.” I nod, my patience running out.

  “We can plan something to save your reputation,” Scarlet says.

  “Like what?” Julie asks, her curiosity peaked like mine. “Maybe a big donation to St Jude’s Hospital?”

  “No, well yeah, he can do that, too,” Scarlet says. “But I meant something that’ll convince the public of his maturity and decency.”

  “Do you have anything specific on your mind?” I ask.

  “Yes, but I don’t want you thinking I’m taking advantage of the situation.” Scarlet looks up at me with a worried glance.

  I frown, puzzled and slightly irritated by her slow way of sharing whatever solution she’s come up with. “Okay.”

  “What if we announce that we’re going to marry?” She cringes as soon as the words are out, as if it’s the worst idea in the whole wide world.

  “I see where you’re going with this.” Julie comes to her support. “The only way to eliminate a sex scandal is to show he’s changed, and what better way to show he’s not promiscuous any more than getting him to commit to a beloved movie star. You’re a genius, Scarlet. This is a fantastic idea. Isn’t it?” Julie nudges my elbow to get my thoughts on Scarlet’s idea.

  “Marriage?” I stare at Scarlet with curiosity. “Do you want to marry me?” We’ve been dating only half a year, and most of that time passed with awesome sex, but I can’t say I’ve gotten to know her well enough to know she and I are soulmates.