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“James? James Weathers?”
James raised his head and looked into the bright blue eyes of Grace Wilding and her movie producer husband, J.T. Owens. Shit! He wiped the coffee from his mouth and slowly stood, giving her a gentle hug and shaking J.T.’s hand. “How are you doing?”
“Fine! What are you doing here?”
James gave his best anchorman smile, his eyes chips of grey ice. “I said I’m vacationing, Grace. Is there a problem with that?”
“Yes, when everyone knows that you’ve never taken a vacation before. Are you heading back to rehab?”
James felt himself losing control as he gritted his teeth, angry at himself for letting her get to him so easily. “Grace, unlike you, I actually have a life.”
“A life? Is that what you call it?” She laughed, no, cackled like the witch she was. “Drinking yourself silly every night is a life?”
“I don’t drink like that any more, Grace, and you know it.”
“What do you do instead? Fuck every bimbo you can find till dawn?”
Grace’s high-pitched laugh fell on Beverly’s ears and she winced. She had heard most of the conversation and was pissed off for James. Why didn’t he put her in her place? Why didn’t he speak up for himself? It was obvious that she was going to have to take care of things for him.
“Hi, James!” She breezed in, throwing her arms around his neck and giving him a long, deep kiss. She felt the surprise in his touch and did her best to convince him to relax, letting her tongue slide into his mouth and tickling his lips. “Sorry, I’m late.”
“That’s okay.” James fell into the ruse easily, his face still showing his shock. “I hadn’t eaten yet. Just had coffee.”
“Who’s your … friend?” Grace looked Beverly up and down, the last word dangling on her tongue like a bad taste.
“Beverly Johansson.” Beverly extended her hand. Grace looked at her hand for several seconds, then when she reached out to take it, Beverly whirled into James’ arms, smiling into his face. “And you are?”
“Grace Wilding, anchorwoman at WCHO.”
“Oh, yes! I knew you looked familiar. You did that piece on Family Market, right?”
The blood drained from Grace’s hawk-like features. Everyone knew about the Family Market piece because of the interview that she did with Morton Zandee, owner of Family Market and now, well-known pedophile. Family Market catered to women and their children, providing the unheard-of service of child care in a grocery store. Once a day, Zandee would choose a lucky child to win a tour of the market and $25 worth of groceries. And somewhere between the loading dock and the cash register, the molestation would occur.
Grace Wilding was well-known because her name was front and center when the scandal broke. Grace Wilding had witnessed the molestation of a child and hadn’t reported it. She had saved the footage to use for future piece she was planning and one of the series producers had stumbled on it accidentally. Grace had been sacked but she sucked her way back to the anchor desk. The station owner, Clyde Bishop, loved oral sex and she was more than happy to provide him with it.
“Yeah, I thought that was you.” Beverly gave her a blindingly fake smile and turned her grin to James. “I’m hungry, baby. It’s time to feed me, Seymour.”
James laughed, throwing his head back. He gathered his newspaper and left a five on the table for the waitress. “If you’ll excuse me, Grace, I have to feed my lady.” He put his arm around Beverly’s middle and left a speechless Grace Wilding in his wake. Once out of her hearing, he grabbed Beverly and spun her around. “That was inspired!”
Beverly smiled. “I hate white bitches like that. You should have handled your own business.” She cocked her head to the side, looking at him. “So, why didn’t you play hammer and nail her to the wall?” She watched as the happiness fled from James’ face and surmised that this was something deeper than mere words. “Why don’t we get some breakfast and talk about it?”
“Beverly, I really appreciate what you just did for me but … “
“James, ” Her voice was soft and motherly. “If you don’t open up to someone, you’ll never get a chance to live that life you wanted.”
She’s right. So he was at a crossroads. He could continue on as he had been, living relationship to relationship, having no roots and no connections. Or he could choose to open himself up, to do the one thing he hadn’t done since … the accident. He trusted Beverly. He knew that she wouldn’t share his personal information with anyone else. So … So … what do I do?
James Hawethorne Weathers lifted his weary eyes to the beautiful black woman and released a sigh that came from the depths of his soul. “All right, Bev.” Her smile was warm and grateful. “But you may not like what you hear.”
“You didn’t like everything that I had to say, did you?”
“Then let me do the same for you. Let me be your devil’s advocate.” Her lovely almond-shaped eyes met his. “Let casino oyna me help you, as you’ve helped me.”
Beverly held her hand out. She’d never had anyone seek out her advice before, unless it was where the best buffet place in town was. Warmth spread from the tips of her ears to her neck when he slipped his manicured hand into hers.
* * * * *
Shane almost smiled when Ashley waved at him. He took his plate of scrambled eggs, bacon, sausage and wheat toast to her table, dropping his napkin into his lap as he sat.
“I’m surprised to see you here.”
She looked up. “Why’s that?”
“Your lover’s up there fucking her brother … I mean, aren’t you angry?”
“No. Why should I be?”
Shane just stared at her for a long moment. “Because she’s fucking someone else and it’s a man.”
“Shane, Kevin has been Kelly Jo’s brother for a lot longer than our relationship. If it’s meant to be, we’ll be together.”
Shane just shook his head. “I can’t believe you could be so calm about the whole situation.”
Ashley smiled. “That depends on what you let bother you.” She shoveled some eggs into her mouth, then stood up, breaking into a huge smile. Kevin and Kelly Jo had entered the dining room and were striding, hand-in-hand, giving each other shy smiles. “Wow, you guys look happy!”
“We are.” Kevin said, kissing the back of Kelly Jo’s hand. “She’s made my dreams come true.” He couldn’t help but beam at his sister. Their lovemaking had only ended twenty minutes earlier when Nathan had come knocking, looking for the evidence. Kelly Jo was very happy to show him but turned down his offer to clean her out. When she turned to look at him, he knew that she had remembered her promise and that made him feel like a million dollars. She had been so patient with him, so filled with love and devotion …
“Huh? Oh, sorry!”
“Daydreaming?” Kelly Jo asked, pressing a kiss on his mouth.
“Well, you’d better grab something to eat and sit down with what little strength you have left!” Ashley laughed.
Kelly Jo came around the side of the table and took Ashley into her arms, giving her a hard embrace, then covering her sweet face with kisses. “Oh, Ashley, it was so wonderful.”
“I’m so glad for you.”
“Glad for us.” Kelly Jo touched her cheek lightly. “I made Kevin a promise last night.”
“Yes, that you and he would be the only people that I would ever make love with.”
Ashley’s eyes glittered with unshed tears. “He didn’t mind?”
“Not at all. He knows that I love you and that’s good enough for him.”
Ashley smiled. “He’s a wonderful brother.” She glanced across the table at Kevin, who was talking to Shane. He was also very handsome, she noticed. I wonder if he could love me.
“Yes, he is, darling.” Kelly Jo moved close, nibbling on her ear. “But I’m really anxious to put my tongue in your sweet pussy.”
Ashley blushed. “Well, then you’d better eat fast because I’m feeling a little neglected.”
“Oh, really?” Kelly Jo’s hand dropped to Ashley’s rear, rubbing and squeezing. “I can easily solve that … “
Nathan’s arrival was a splash of cold water on the happy group, especially when they saw the envelopes in his hand. “Good morning.” He smiled as they responded in kind. “First, the money from last night’s task.” From his inside jacket pocket, he removed six envelopes and gave Kelly Jo and Kevin the two thickest and one each to Shane and Ashley. “And now, Shane. Ashley. Please come with me.”
Shane and Ashley gave each other a glance, then arose to follow the driver. Again, they went to the small room just off the dining room and Nathan handed them two larger envelopes, watching as each opened and read the invitation inside.
“By now, you should have had a nice breakfast and are ready to accomplish your eighth task on the scavenger hunt. The eighth task is to have someone masturbate you to an orgasm. Simple task? No. Shane and Ashley must be chosen to accomplish this task. The reward will be $4,500 dollars, with $1,800 for the non-participants. The proof required is a video recording of the acts. This proof must be shown to Nathan and will be destroyed immediately afterward. If you follow the instructions, you will receive the money upon completion.”
Shane looked up, first at Ashley, then at Nathan. “I’m in.” He turned to Ashley. “Are you okay with it?” Ashley hadn’t spoken for a long moment. An unbidden memory had arisen in her mind and she was struggling with the fear it had brought. She raised haunted eyes to Shane who touched her forearm gently. “We’ll be doing it together, Ash. You can trust me.”
Ashley knew she could but her guts still twisted in knots just the same. She nodded to him. “It’s not you, Shane. It’s me.” She took a deep breath and looked back to Nathan. “I’ll do it.”
The driver gave a nod. “I’ve taken the liberty of leaving the camera and a box of toys in your room, Shane. It’s up to canlı casino you two where you want this to occur.”
“My room’s fine. Thanks, Nathan.”
“Fine. Well, if you’ll excuse me, I need to find Beverly and James.” With those words, Nathan took his leave and Shane and Ashley gazed at each other for a long moment.
“Well … ” Shane offered his arm. “Shall we?”
Ashley slipped her hand into the crook of his arm, grateful for his friendship as she tried to battle the demons behind her eyes.
* * * * *
“I started drinking in college.”
Beverly and James sat together at a small table in a sheltered alcove of the dining room. Both had visited the breakfast buffet and had plates loaded with fruit, bacon, eggs, sausage and James had opted to splurge for pecan waffles. In addition, a waiter brought them a carafe each of orange and grapefruit juices and a hot tea for Beverly. She was stirring sugar into her Earl Grey when he began to speak.
“At first, it was just at the typical college parties. A couple of beers became a six pack. A six pack became a twelve pack. A twelve pack became a case … ” James got an almost wistful look in his eyes. “Then I joined the fraternity and discovered whiskey. That was the worst year of my life. I can’t tell you anything that happened that entire year. It was all a drunken blur.” He lifted a chunk of cantaloupe to his mouth and chewed thoughtfully. “That year, I spent New Year’s Eve in rehab in Florida. I finished college and started working and was doing pretty well until I met Anna.”
“My wife.” Seeing the look on Beverly’s face, James quickly added, “My ex-wife. I met Anna when I worked in Tallahassee. She was the morning anchor and almost ten years older than I was. And I was in love. Head-over-heels in love. Well, once we started dating, we were attending social functions for the station and I started drinking again.”
“All the heavy-hitters drank. The station owner always had a decanter of Jameson Irish Whiskey on his side desk and he always expected you to have a jolt with him when he had one. I couldn’t say no. At least not to him.” James took a long drink of his unsweetened grapefruit juice, then continued. “I got sloshed at the wedding but then, so did everyone else, so I didn’t feel bad. I found out days later that I had fucked the owner’s wife in the broom closet during the reception but Anna never complained. I think I wasn’t ready to get married because my drinking got worse. I was juggling the stress of work, the stress of working with my wife and fucking every warm body that came my way. Grace was just coming through then and we were peas in a pod. I quit fucking everyone else and fucked only her and my wife.”
“I know, I know.” He shook his head in agreement. “I cheated. I was a rotten, alcoholic bastard. And I lost Anna because of that and my drinking. I came home one night and found her dead in the bathtub. She’d committed suicide.”
Beverly gasped. “Oh, James!”
“And I found out several days later that she had been pregnant with our first child.” James had to stop at the point. His chest ached with the effort needed to keep his tears at bay. Beverly’s soft hand on his helped to calm him and he covered it gratefully. “I drank non-stop for the next ten years. I don’t know how I managed it, but I moved up the ladder. I was a functioning alcoholic. I was always able to do my job and even did interviews, completely under the influence.”
“What made you quit?”
“I went to one of those psychology camps. You know, the ones that offer help with addictive behaviors?”
“Yeah. I went to one of those once. Didn’t work.”
“Well, it helped me. I still drink but not as much and not as often.” He smiled sadly. “But I still think about Anna, about the daughter I could have had, about the life I could have had. I guess that’s why I think about having that life again.”
Beverly gave him a gentle smile. “There’s nothing wrong with that, James. We all have dreams and desires.”
“It just seems like I’m never able to make my dreams come true.”
She was quiet for a long moment. “What’s standing in your way?”
James thought for a moment, his eyes locking onto hers. “I don’t know.” Tears welled and fell, quickly caught by his linen napkin. “I just don’t know.”
“Excuse me.” Nathan’s words were soft and Beverly looked at him, still holding James’ hand as the older man cried silently. “These are for you.”
“Thank you, Nathan.” He touched his fingers to his hat, walking away and Beverly returned her attention to James.
“I’m sorry. I never cry.”
“Don’t be sorry, honey. Seems it was a long time coming.” She touched his cheek gently, both in care and concern for him and in wonderment at the feelings that were coursing through her. “Now come on. Let’s finish our breakfast and do some horseback riding. I have ridden a horse since I was a kid.”
“Neither have I.” James’ eyes began to brighten. “The first time I kaçak casino rode one, the horse bucked me off and I landed in a huge pile of dung!”
When he threw his head back in laughter, Beverly knew that the worst had passed. James would be all right.
* * * * *
Ashley sat down on the bed, watching Shane retrieve the camcorder and a large box from the table in the main room and bring it to where they were sitting. Ashley took the camcorder and set it up, aiming the viewfinder towards them and pressing the RECORD button.
“What’s in the box?”
“I don’t know. Let’s find out.” Shane lifted the lid and both peered inside. “Wow!”
Inside the box was a large assortment of vibrators and dildos, in various colors, sizes and lengths. Shane pulled out a huge black one, his jaw hanging open.
“Holy shit! This is definitely a roto-rooter!” His laughter was cut short by Ashley’s answering silence. “Ash, what’s wrong?”
Ashley was remembering again. One of Matthew’s favorite items to use during sex were dildos. She recalled being assaulted over and over with one on a particular night. “I don’t like those things.”
The words, why not?, were on the tip of his tongue but Shane bit them back. “Here. Let me try something.” He reached into the box and removed a bright pink vibrator. It was about seven inches in length and about an inch thick. He pushed the box aside, turned the knob on the dildo and turned to Ashley. “Close your eyes and give me your arm.”
“Shane … “
“Come on, Ash. Trust me.”
She shivered in fear but closed her eyes, acknowledging her trust in him. She felt Shane’s warm hand under her forearm, supporting her arm and then … Ashley gasped at the sensation of the vibrator on the sensitive inside of her elbow. She felt the supple plastic crown move down her forearm toward her hand and she trembled. The feeling was exquisite.
“Lie back.” Ashley’s eyes flew open in fear but she saw Shane, remembered that she was safe and did as he asked.
Shane pushed her long hair away from her face and put the tip of the vibrator at the juncture of her ear and neck, slowly moving it down over her neck and pausing for the slightest moment over her pulsing veins before moving across her windpipe and over to the other ear. She let out an almost inaudible gasp but he heard it. He slid the head around the outline of her hair, across her cheek and onto her lips.
At first, she kept her lips clamped shut. He gently moved the plastic cock around the outside of her lips and slowly, she opened her mouth. He teased the soft pink insides of her lips and heard her soft moan. He moved the device down her chin now, following the line of her neck, then slid over her clothed left nipple. Ashley shouted at the sensation.
“Keep your eyes closed and take your top off, Ash.”
Ashley sat up and pulled the thin sweater over her head, tossing it on the floor along with her bra. She felt the vibrator’s rounded tip circle her nipple, its electrical buzzing making her skin tingle and her pussy moist. The tips moved across to her other nipple and she fought the urge to shout in delight. A deep tremble started low in her stomach and she squeezed her thighs together as an orgasm ripped through her.
Shane smiled at her response and set the vibrator down to unbutton and slide her jeans down. He saw the marks on her legs and ignored them, knowing how important it was to keep her in the moment. He left her thong on and laid the humming tip directly against her hidden clit, adding a little pressure. She screamed in release, her hands clutching the sheets as he stroked again and again. He pushed the underwear down, grinning at the wetness and slipped the head of the vibrator into her slit.
Ashley whimpered, every nerve ending on fire. She wanted that thick chunk of vibrating plastic deep inside her and Shane was teasing her. She gasped, whimpered and moaned as he maneuvered the vibrator around the lips of her pussy, over her throbbing clit and tormented her dripping hole. “Shane, fuck me!”
“Not yet. Be patient.”
“I don’t want to be patient!”
Shane snickered as he reached in the box and took out two more items. He handed her a small dildo. “Want something to do? Lick this.” He watched as she took it and ran its tiny head along her lips, then began to tongue it. Meanwhile, Shane put some lube on another vibrator, this one smaller that the other and turned it on. “Put your legs on my shoulders.” He waited until she did it and plunged both vibrators into her pussy and asshole.
Ashley came so hard that no sound came out of her mouth, her clasping pussy tried to push the vibrator out but Shane held it tightly, pumping both and causing her to cum again and again. She lost count of how many times she orgasmed but she knew one thing. She intended to repay the favor.
Shane pulled the vibrators out of her grasping holes and laid next to her, wearing a big smile. “Now, aren’t you glad I told you to be patient?”
Ashley sighed, her body still pulsing with pleasure. “Shane, that was so good. You must have girls chasing you all over the place.”
“Well, I do, but I don’t really care.” He put his hand on her stomach, gently massaging. “I’m gay.”
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