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  I phone Daney and ask him to take care of the bottles for me. He nods when he enters my office carrying an empty cardboard box and quickly starts loading the three bottles of alcohol on the coffee table and another half-dozen in the liquor cabinet.

  Julie reminds me of my lunch appointment with Brad, the director of the Frat House show. I’d skip it and ask her to postpone it if it wasn’t already his third attempt to meet with me.

  “All right. I’m on my way.” I grab my phone and head out once Daney has all the alcohol safely packed in the box and places it in Julie’s capable hands.

  She smiles as she murmurs something devious into her earpiece mic, her face brightening up as her sinister grin widens. She’s onto something, and I’m afraid I’ll find out what it is very soon.

  Brad has been the director of Frat House since day one, although he allows me to take control of a few episodes if only for publicity reasons.

  We meet at the set. I take a few minutes to chat with the actors and the cast to listen to the latest issues and problems they encounter during the shootings. I guess having the boss of all the bosses before you psychologically turns them into happy campers, because none of them, even the four main actors can’t bring themselves to point out any issues related to their work, which is another reason why I need Julie. She’s a smooth operator and people trust her with their complaints without worrying about getting fired.

  After my failed attempt at getting my people to talk about work-related problems, I head directly to Brad’s office and find him talking with Scarlett, the actress who plays the female lead of Frat House. Her eyes widen when she notices me, her thin eyebrows raising on her forehead. Quickly, she gets to her feet and shakes hands with me. Her face is all soft and smiley, her cheeks blushing an adorable shade of pink, as we exchange pleasantries.

  Scarlett is probably the only person who is sincere about her interest in her colleagues. She listens, and she cares deeply. I’ve never seen her yelling at a makeup artist or even frowning at the employees beneath her pay grade. She’s 5”8’ tall, has long blonde hair and unusually light green eyes, just like the character Brad and I had in mind when we first discussed the series. But I’d pick her for the role even if her looks didn’t match.

  She has a strong character, unyielding and achievement oriented, likely as a result of being raised as the only girl and the youngest of the eight kids in an impoverished farm family in Ohio. Her parents didn’t want her to go to high school and instead kept her on the farm, but she taught herself Spanish, literature, and math, with books and CDs she borrowed from the local library. She got accepted to the college of nursing at Ohio State where I auditioned her for the role.

  Her raw beauty and the assured way she carried herself despite her young age were the first qualities I noticed about her, but her brilliant mind and resilience made me decide on the spot she was the one and that she wouldn’t disappoint. She was like a mature and smart forty-year-old woman wrapped up in an eighteen-year-old body.

  Even after four seasons into the series, she’s still the first one to show up on the set and the only one who always delivers her lines correctly on the first go. She’s superb in every sense.

  “Hey, Zane. Is it true you’re hunting for a wife?” She slides her arm through mine as we walk toward the chairs in Brad’s office.

  I laugh and pull out a chair for her. She thanks me briefly, her eyes locked on mine with a childish happiness sparkling in them. I wish Chloe, my sister, had half the sympathy and compassion Scarlett has. To Chloe, everyone wants something from her and no one is to be trusted. I don’t blame her for becoming paranoid, though. No one who grew up under my father’s abuse could have become a healthy and happy individual.

  “When do you find time to read tabloids?” I ask.

  “I read everything about you. So, do you want me to fix you up with one of my friends?”

  “You might not have noticed but I’m thirty-two. You know what they’ll call me if I start dating a twenty-year-old?” I pause to wait for her answer, but she only shakes her head with curiosity. “A creeper. I don’t want to give anyone a reason to call me that. At least not before I turn fifty.” I laugh.

  “I bet you’ll be a hot piece of ass as a fifty-year-old,” she says and turns to Brad. “Don’t you think, Brad?”

  Brad winces, as if he’s been offered food right out of a dumpster and pulls a blue folder out of his drawer. “We have more pressing issues to talk about than Zane’s ass in his fifties. If you don’t mind?” He lifts a hand in the air and waves it as a gesture to dismiss her while his face still looks cringed.

  “Sorry. I gotta go.” Scarlett stands quickly and grips my shoulder in a gentle squeeze. “Zane.”

  “Scarlett.”

  I crane my head to watch her out and as soon as she closes the door, I turn back to Brad with a murderous glare. “What gives you right to treat her like a piece of shit?”

  Brad’s hand holding the blue folder remains frozen in the air while he looks at me with a shocked expression. “I’m sorry, Zane. I didn’t mean anything.”

  “For you, it’s Mr. Hawkins from now on. Your behavior is unacceptable. Next time, remind yourself that if I ever have to choose between her and you, it’s you who’ll be out the door. She’s irreplaceable, but you are not.”

  “It wasn’t my intention to be disrespectful. Scarlett and I are good friends. She knows I could never be mean to her,” he defends himself, his voice almost cracking as if he’ll start crying in a second.

  “Whatever.” I spread my legs and slip my phone out of my pocket. “What did you want to talk about?” I ask, glancing down at my phone to deprive him of my attention. He’s not respectful to his subordinates; he doesn’t deserve my full attention. He basically repeats the same thing Julie was lecturing me about, that being, how behind the writer team is on the script and whatnot. I nod without speaking and only at the end, do I tell him the issue is being taken care of.

  He stands and walks me out, apologizing one more time as he opens the car door for me. I call Julie to cancel my afternoon appointments and order Daney to take me to Pleasure Extraordinaire to let off steam.

  On the ride, I log into my Pleasure Extraordinaire account and skim through the ladies who are up for a little afternoon gymnastics. A new client asks for an all-nighter fuck fest and has a few juicy photos of her tight, petite body posted to lure in the gigolos of Pleasure Extraordinaire, but so far, no one’s taken an interest in her.

  I wouldn’t be the gentleman I am today if I didn’t help out a woman in need of a big, hard cock, so I volunteer and send her a few pictures from my private gallery for her to decide. Her confirmation message comes in quickly along with more photos of her, specifically her pussy. I love me a woman who doesn’t shy away from sending pussy pics. I devour each image from several angles, feeling my cock getting hard in preparation for tonight’s fuck fest.

  “Have a great afternoon, sir.” Daney nods as I get out of the car.

  “I’ll stay the night. Come pick me up tomorrow at six,” I order and head off to the tall gates of the mighty Pleasure Extraordinaire mansion.

  A group of boys, whom we call mannequins, are lined up on each side of the hall, which means a client is coming. They’re wannabe gigolos whose only job is to stand half-naked at the entrance hall all day long to welcome guests. Their muscles are bulging beneath their solarium-tanned skins, but that’s all there is to them.

  I don’t see any of them becoming a wanted gigolo like me or JJ Triple X, whose fame is larger than the state of California or any other permanent gigolos of Pleasure Extraordinaire. It takes an unbeatable level of self-confidence, years of sexual experience, and also money, to turn on the type of women who are customers here, and only a few men can score high in all categories.

  To sign in, I walk straight to the office of the director, who also happens to be my adopted brother, Ace. Having to endure his face, his whole demeanor, is the only downside of this job, and of
course, the fact that he’s the one who got Lindsay.

  I knock on the door of his office and listen. I know for a fact Lindsay is right now at her cubicle at Hawkins Media Group, but still, I can’t help but fear I’ll hear her moans of pleasure behind the door of Ace’s office.

  Fortunately, he’s alone in his office and barely lifts his head to acknowledge my presence as I enter.

  I sink into a chair before his desk. “Looks like I’m in demand for tonight.”

  “The client wants someone for twenty-four hours,” he states, keeping up his efforts of not sparing me a glance.

  “I’ll clear my schedule for tomorrow if that’s what she wants.” I’m all for an enthusiastic, energetic lady who’s down for a several hours of fuck session.

  “Good. Did you have sex within the last twenty-four hours?” he asks with a less-than-enthusiastic tone of voice.

  “Yeah, why?”

  “Why?” At last, he lifts his head and fixes his angry eyes on me. “If you’re to serve a client for a full day, you should abstain from sex for at least that much time. That’s in the Pleasure Extraordinaire 101 booklet that everyone, including you, should have memorized by heart.”

  “So what if I fucked a few hours ago. I can handle a day or two of fucking without any problems.”

  “I don’t care what mythical superhero you think yourself to be. Customer satisfaction is my main concern. I’d rather turn down a client than offer her used-up goods.”

  I laugh as hard and loudly as I can. Used-up goods? Is he still holding a grudge for me having my way with Lindsay? Apparently, yes.

  He doesn’t blink an eye as he watches my laughter fade away. “Request her for a reschedule. If she doesn’t accept it, I’ll ask around for someone else to fill in for you.”

  “No, don’t do that. She wants me. Asked for me specifically.”

  “Goodness gracious. Get over yourself, Zane. She doesn’t even know who you are.”

  I roll my eyes at his unusually annoying attitude. Something is up, and I have a suspicion it’s not sunny in paradise anymore. “Why so grumpy, little brother? Aren’t you getting any at home?” I grunt.

  “Fuck you! Get out of my office,” he yells at me. His nostrils flare while his face turns red instantly.

  I purse my lips together to resist my urge to laugh or make another joke. I need to get laid. The quicker, the better, and I kind of like it here at Pleasure Extraordinaire, so I should at least play my part as his subordinate to not get kicked out. “Sorry. I’m taking back my joke. I swear I’ll give the client an unforgettable night. Have I ever disappointed a client? No. Have I always been honest with you about my sexual habits? Again no. But, I’ll give the client what she wants and more. I swear I will. She’ll leave the mansion as a happy, swooning, and well-fucked woman. Satisfaction guaranteed or her money will be fully refunded.”

  He gives his head a one-time shake, and I know that’s it for the discussion. I can perform a somersault in the air, and he won’t change his mind. It was easier to handle him when Michael was around. Now that he’s gone, I can’t bring up Michael to convince him to comply with my wishes.

  “God, Ace. Whatever. You’ll have to deal with the client’s disappointment for not having my dick tonight.” I start to stand and head for the door, but someone opens it ever so slowly. My eyes grow large in satisfaction, as I start studying the blonde hottie who smiles at me and steps into the office.

  “Hi!” Her voice comes out squeaky as she darts her eyes between Ace and me, then her jaw drops. “Oh, my God. Zane Hawkins! Is that you? Don’t tell me you work here.”

  I give her my million-dollar grin along with a flirty wink as I hold out my hand to shake. “McKenzie Richmond. Must be my lucky day. I’m finally graced with the honor to make your acquaintance.” Gripping her hand, I lift it up to my lips and watch her squirm and blush with the brush of my lips on the tender skin of her knuckles.

  McKenzie is the one and only daughter of four-time-Grammy-Award-winning singer, Levi Richmond. Just like her father, McKenzie has made a name for herself with her wild parties, drug consumption, and, of course, her sexual adventures with multiple lovers. It was only a matter of time until she found her way to Pleasure Extraordinaire to satisfy her wild urges.

  Her youthfulness and energy shine through the strapless, red super mini-dress that’s tightly hugging her lean body. She must be on a strict diet of champagne and meth to keep her skinny looks. Bless the heart of the plastic surgeon who upgraded her boobs, because they’re large and perky without the support of a bra.

  Flicking her long hair over her shoulder, she sizes me up from head to toe without any attempt to hide her obvious assessment and smiles, a sign she’s appreciative of what she sees. Her tongue brushes her lipstick coated lips.

  She slips her hand out of my hold and walks toward Ace’s desk. “I assume you’re Ace Hawkins.”

  I cover my mouth casually to hold back a laugh. My poor brother is the only Hawkins whose face doesn’t get instant recognition. And rightly so, because he’s not a real Hawkins.

  Ace welcomes her curtly and glances at the screen on his desk to retrieve McKenzie’s application data. “It usually takes a few weeks to process the application for a new client, but due to your circumstances and medical records proving the lack of STD’s, we can expedite your application and reserve you an afternoon or a night with one of my employees.”

  I’m curious about her special circumstances, but it’s not my place to ask. I’m here only to give pleasure without any questions or prejudices. Another question that begs an immediate answer is why she’s here. She’s young, beautiful and independently wealthy. And as far as I know she doesn’t have a husband or a fiancé to hide her sexual adventures from. Aside from her need to be fucked well, I don’t see why she should be paying money to get sex.

  “I heard great things about JJ,” she says, grinning and gives me a sideway glance. “But, now I’m undecided.”

  “You can have them both, simultaneously or at different times, as long as they’re onboard with your wishes,” Ace explains.

  I don’t think JJ will decline her as long as she satisfies his need for money. He claims he doesn’t care about money, but he charges the most. And, he lives here and never eats out. I haven’t seen him even ordering pizza from outside. For all I know, every cent he’s earning goes right into his bank account.

  “Simultaneously, of course,” McKenzie chirps with extra excitement and leans against the desk, pointing her index finger toward Ace’s face. “And, I want you in the mix, too.”

  Ace stills for a moment, a shadow of insult crossing on his face. “Thanks for your interest, but I don’t play.”

  “Oh, that’s unfair. You shouldn’t look so damn sexy.” McKenzie pouts and leans forward, possibly in an effort to showcase her wide chest.

  Ace blinks a few times, looking discomfited by the abundance generously displayed right before his nose. “I’m sorry.”

  I laugh and move forward to stand beside McKenzie to direct her attention back to me. “His girlfriend has a tight leash on him if you know what I mean.”

  McKenzie laughs loudly at my joke and turns her body toward me, running her gaze from my chest down to my crotch. God, this girl has no shame.

  “I don’t like being turned down.” Stepping closer to me, she circles her long fingers around my tie, pulling it and me against her body. “How about just watching without playing?” She cranes her head to glance at Ace, her expression expectant. “Please!”

  “You’ll watch it anyway through the surveillance cameras. Why not allow her to play in your office?” I ask to convince Ace and to finally start the action. My cock is already semi-hard and wants to get wet inside a tight hole, preferably McKenzie’s eager pussy.

  Ace glares at me, looking angry as if he’s trying hard not to burst out at me. The door opens after a quick knock on it, and JJ enters, as always without wearing anything above the waist. That, too, must be one of his tri
cks to save money.

  “Well, hello!” JJ walks directly toward McKenzie without paying any attention to Ace or me, grabs her hand and pulls her, not so gently, against his muscled body.

  McKenzie reacts only with a soft whimper and throws her body into his arms, hugging him as if they’re old friends.

  “Oh, my. Are you for real?” She stares at him for long moments, rubbing her lips against each other with a hint of hunger. Only cougars who have been abandoned for several years show their craving for male attention so obviously. This girl must have real daddy issues to be behaving so sexually. “I want all three of you! I don’t care about the money. I’ll pay whatever it takes.”

  “I can’t.” Ace insists, the kill-joy.

  “Not even for watching?” she asks. She’s as adamant as Ace. I’m very close to reminding Ace of his earlier talk about customer satisfaction.

  Without waiting for Ace’s answer, McKenzie pulls JJ’s head down and plasters her lips against his, and for me, she rolls the hem of her dress up to her waist to show me her bare ass.

  No panties.

  I should have guessed that dress wouldn’t allow any underwear. And no tan lines. She likes sunbathing commando. That’s hot!

  My cock thickens immediately at the sight of the hard globes of her ass cheeks, my feet automatically walking toward them, my hands positioned and ready to grope them.

  She moans and pushes her ass back when I cup each cheek, squeezing them. JJ quickly lowers the top of her dress and grabs her breasts.

  I have a suspicion that no one has filled her in about the debauchery that goes on within the four walls of the Pleasure Extraordinaire mansion and the intense competition we, the PE men, get into to satisfy our urges. We might have gone through a long and extensive training on women’s sexual pleasure, but we all know their true pleasure comes from the satisfaction of our own selfish desires.

  Words lose meaning when we’re thrown in with fresh flesh; our minds shut off instantly. The beast mode is on. We rely on our senses. The smell of arousal. The pitch of moans. The heightened body heat. Droplets of perspiration. Back arching. Nipples peaking. Thighs squeezing against each other. Pussy swelling.