“Why not my good man?!” I exclaim, “we only live once and I have decided that it would be nice to be able to serenade the woman of my dreams!”
“What a splendid idea Sir!” Rawlins says and takes the Harley’s keys from me to go and park it in the garage. I rush inside, sit down on the couch and start practicing the chords which the guy at the music school has taught me. I suddenly realize that I never asked Stacy exactly what kind of music Jenny likes, but decide that me being able to play the guitar will be enough of a way to impress her without necessarily playing a song she specifically knows. I start practicing the song which my music teacher has taught me how to play, a little ditty from the seventies called ‘Leaving on a Jet Plane’. It’s not long before I can play the chords and sing the tune at the same time.
I look up and see old Rawlins standing in the doorway, looking at me with great admiration.
“That actually sounds very good sir,” he says and his compliment spurs me on to practice even harder.
Chapter 11: Jenny
I’m sitting at my desk and I’m busy with a very important article about a new restaurant that’s just opened up on the platinum mile, right on the beach. It specializes in Mexican food and I’m trying my best to look up all the correct spellings for the various Mexican dishes which they offer. It would do me no good to write a wonderful article and get some of the names of the dishes misspelled along the way.
While I’m busy, I hear the sounds of guitar music coming from outside in the street, but I pay no real attention to it. I figure it’s just a street musician plying his craft and I expect the sounds to die away soon as the musician continues walking down to the town square where most of these people play for whatever coins the locals and visitors care to cast their way. I’m so engrossed in my article that I don’t realize there’s a familiar voice singing along with the guitar music. After about ten minutes, when am finally done looking up all the correct spellings for the Mexican dishes, I still hear the music coming from outside and I decide to go and take a look. I figure I might as well give the musician a couple of dollars just to encourage him to keep playing. When I get outside I see Stacy already standing there and from the look on her face you would have thought she was at a rock concert, watching her favorite rock star performing.
“Looks like I’ve been missing out on the show,” I say and smile at Stacy. But she doesn’t even look at me and continues to stare at the musician. I finally decide to take a closer look at the guy who’s been playing the music and for just a second my mind refuses to accept the signals which my eyes sent its way. Surely this is impossible…
It’s Brad!
I looked over at Stacy and she stands there with a huge grin on her face, almost as if she wants to say, “I told you so.”
I look over at Brad and he just stands there grinning like a schoolboy while he keeps playing his guitar and singing.
“I guess there’s a bit more to your male admirer than you first thought,” Stacy says with that same grin on her face as we both stand there listening to the song Brad sings. It just happens to be one of the songs my dad always used to play to me… ‘Leaving on a Jet Plane’. As I stand there listening to Brad playing guitar and singing it takes me back the days when my dad used to sing to me when I was just a little girl. For the very first time in my life I find myself drawing a favorable comparison between my late father and a guy who is interested in me.
When Brad is finished with his song he takes a little bow and Stacy and I applaud him wildly.
“That was beautiful! I’m so sorry I didn’t come out earlier to hear the other songs you were playing,” I say.
“Don’t worry, I’ve been playing that same song for fifteen minutes now… was kind of wondering whether you were ever going to come out and listen to it,” Brad says and we all burst out laughing.
“But you never told me you were a musician… I mean, you were so secretive about what you do for a living and I never knew that you could sing and play guitar like that!” I say and don’t even try to hide my delightful surprise.
“Well, I wouldn’t call myself a professional musician or anything, but I do enjoy playing the guitar… especially for two beautiful girls like you,” Brad says with a beautiful smile on his gorgeous face and I feel my resistance melting away inside me. This was the very last thing I was expecting from him and I find myself thinking that I’ve been far too hard on Brad… that I’ve seriously misjudged the man he is. By now there’s quite a crowd of people gathered around us and they ask Brad to play them a song. Not surprisingly, he starts playing the same song which had gone done so well with Stacy and myself and everyone starts singing along… “Leaving on a Jet Plane, don’t know when I’ll be back again!”
This time Brad gets a thunderous round of applause from everyone listening and I can tell that he is a bit blown away by the enthusiasm of everyone standing around. Stacy and I rescue Brad from the new admirers and he follows us inside the office to sit down and take a rest.
“Be honest Brad… That’s the only son you know, isn’t it?” Stacy asks and Brad nodded his head in such a funny way that I can’t resist laughing.
“I’m going to be perfectly honest with you,” Brad says, “I heard a little birdie tweet that you like guitar music and I decided to take guitar lessons and learn how to play that song just to impress you!”
I look over at Stacy and she just stands there with a wicked grin on her face. “It was you who told him, wasn’t it?” I say with a note of mock anger in my voice.
“Yes it was me who told him and you can thank me later for helping this gorgeous hunk break through your ridiculous defenses!” Stacy says.
I look at Brad and he sits there like a naughty schoolboy waiting for his test results. “Okay, I have to admit… That was really special and the fact that you went and took guitar lessons just to play me that song makes it even better,” I say, “If you still want to, I will go out with you.”
Brad looks at me incredulously for a moment and then jumps to his feet excitedly.
“Fantastic! I will pick you up after work and we can go wherever you want and do whatever you want to,” he says and before I can say anything else, or change my mind, he waves us goodbye and rushes out of the office with his guitar under his arm. A moment later I hear his Harley starting up and I turn to Stacy, who’s still standing there with an enormous grin on her face.
“I was going to act all angry, but I guess it won’t do me any good… You know me so well that you can probably tell I’m extremely grateful for what you did. Thank you so much!” I say and give Stacy a big hug.
“Don’t mention it! Just you go and have a good time with Brad tonight and always remember that you owe me big time!” Stacy says and I nod my head.
“I do owe you… I owe you for being the best friend a girl can ever hope to have!” I say and dance away to my office excitedly to go and do some work. But I can’t get my mind off of what has just happened and the words of the song which Brad played for me keep ringing through my mind. Eventually I give up trying to write the rest of the article on the Mexican restaurant and just sit around impatiently, waiting for the time to pass and Brad to come and pick me up for our date. I realize that I never arranged a specific time to meet Brad and I’m wondering whether he will be coming around before the end of the business day. I find myself hoping that he will come early so I don’t have to spend any more agonizing moments waiting for him.
I keep looking at my watch and when it’s 4 o’clock I slam my laptop shut and lock the office door behind me. I quickly say goodbye to Stacy and she just gives me a knowing wink before I leave the office. I go outside and prepare myself to wait for Brad, but it isn’t necessary. He’s standing right there with a big grin on his face and we walk over to where his Harley is waiting. I get onto the back and put on the spare helmet.
“How did you know to come a bit earlier than closing time?” I ask with a smile.
“To be perfectly honest, I was hoping you would be able to leave before five, so I just took a chance and drove all the way over and waited out here for you.” He says.
“Good thinking,” I say and feel the excitement welling up inside me.
“Okay, where do you want us to go?” he asks and I suddenly don’t have any specific idea in my head about possible destinations for our date.
“I just feel like taking a wonderful, long drive somewhere beautiful!” I say and jump onto the back of his Harley after putting on the spare helmet.
“Your wish is my command,” Brad says and kick starts the bike to life. We drive off on his beautiful Harley and I hold on tight as he opens up the throttle. He’s going a lot faster than he went the last time he took me on a drive and I really enjoy the feeling of the wind rushing past us as we eat up the miles of tarmac.
I have no idea where we’re going, but I trust Brad to take us somewhere suitable… Somewhere nice and quiet where we can be alone. We drive a long way out of Los Angeles and end up next to a beautiful, green field with large trees surrounding it.
“Why don’t we get off here and just take a walk through the field?” Brad says and I nod my head in agreement. The place looks perfect for a nice walk and it feels great to be out in nature. We walk towards a very tall tree and decide to sit down in the shade just to take a little rest. We left the helmets and the bike a little ways off, next to the road, so we have our hands free and it isn’t long before I’m in Brad’s arms.
“I can’t tell you how long I’ve been waiting for this moment,” Brad whispered and kisses me gently on my lips.
“Well well, this is quite a gentle approach when I think about the way you grabbed me on the night of the virgin auction,” I say with just the hint of the smile around my mouth corners and look at Brad with a teasing expression on my face.
“I think it’s time we put that evening out of our minds… I want to get to know you and I propose we make a brand-new start,” he says and my heart starts beating wildly in my chest. I love the fact that Brad wants to forget the extravagant lust and madness of the first night when we took part in that gangbang and I’m one hundred percent in agreement with him.
“That sounds just about right to me,” I say and loosen with nimble fingers Brad lifts my blouse up over my head and then takes off my bra with one expert movement of his right hand.
“Looks like you’ve done this before,” I say with a naughty smile. Brad doesn’t say anything and bends down to kiss me in my neck. I love the feeling of his hot lips and when he sticks his tongue out to lick my earlobe I can feel myself losing control… I reach down and pull his shirt out of his jeans. Then I fumble with the rest of his buttons and when I finally lift his shirt over his head I see those familiar tattoos… the ones I couldn’t keep my eyes off of on the night of the virgin auction. I know he says that we should forget about that night, but now that I have him all to myself I can’t help but think how he stood out from the rest of the guys on that first night…
“Here, let me help you with this,” Brad says and pulls down my panties. He’s already removed my skirt and now I’m stark naked in front of him.
“That’s not fair, you still have your pants on!” I say with mock anger and quickly help him out of the rest of his clothes. His cock is standing at attention and I reached down with my right hand and started stroking it while he sucks on my left nipple. It’s as if there’s a fire burning between us and as we keep touching and exploring each other’s naked bodies the flames start burning higher and higher… Soon it will become a bonfire which will consume us both with its incredible sensual magnitude!
Brad slowly starts kissing me down my body and spends some time licking my bellybutton. It’s slightly ticklish and incredibly erotic at the same time. When he finally makes his way down to my engorged clit and licks it with the tip of his tongue I inhale sharply with the incredible sensation of it.
“Oh yes… Oh yes, lick me… lick me Brad!” I moan unashamedly. There is no one around for miles so we can really let go of ourselves. Brad starts licking my clit in fast, circular movements and I can already feel myself approaching the first climax. Then he sticks two fingers in my pussy at the same time and starts finger fucking me to heaven. It’s not long before my entire body starts aching with incredible pleasure and I feel myself slipping down that slippery slope of orgasmic delight…
“Oh! I’m coming… I’m coming!” I exclaim and Brad buries his tongue all the way inside the warm depths of my pulsing mound.
“Now it’s your turn,” I whisper and pushed him onto his back. I explore every inch of his muscular upper body and lick him on his beautifully chiseled abdominal muscles… down, all the way down towards his rock hard cock. I can feel his body shiver with anticipation as I run the tip of my tongue over his pulsing cockhead and when I finally take it into my mouth he inhales sharply with the incredible sensation of it. I start sucking him up and down his magnificent manhood and roll my tongue around his engorged member as I try to swallow every inch of him. I increase the speed of my movement and just when I feel that he’s about to shoot his load I stop. Then I climb on top of him and slip his cock into my wet pussy. I love the feeling of being in control and start rocking my hips to and fro in fast, rapid movements.
I look down at Brad and he’s looking straight back at me. We share an incredible moment of spiritual intimacy and then I can feel myself losing control again. I start fucking him with reckless abandon and throw my body against his body with such force that we literally slide around on the soft grass. I can feel myself getting close to another climax and, this time, Brad is going there with me. He arches his body at the last moment and then we both erupt at the same time. He throws back his head and I feel him pumping several jets of hot, warm sperm into my body at the same time as I feel my pussy contracting with an incredible orgasm.
“Aah!” I exclaim and loved the way Brad moans with delight at the same time.
When the waves of pleasure finally subside I fall down on top of him and he holds me for the longest time… we lay there underneath the azure skies and I feel like we’ve escaped to heaven.
“Thank you so much for bringing me over here,” I say and kiss him on his lips. He’s still inside me and I can feel his cock stirring again… getting hard once more.
“The pleasure is all mine,” he says with a smile and then pushes me onto my back. He manages to keep his cock inside my pussy and lifts my legs up to open my entire body and naked soul in front of him. Then he starts fucking me and I can’t believe how quickly he’s recovered from our first bout of passion. His cock is rock hard again and I love the way he devours my entire body with his hungry passion like a medieval feast. I lose track of time as we keep fucking each other senseless and when we finally fall down on our backs exhausted, an hour later I know that I’ve never experienced anything like this in my entire life.
“I never thought pleasure like that existed on this planet,” I say, and mean every word of it.
“It almost feels as if this kind of sexual pleasure should be illegal,” Brad quips and we both burst out laughing at his joke. We spend some more time lying there on the grass and when it starts getting dark we get dressed and walk back to where the Harley is waiting. We put on our helmets and start riding home.
As we drive back I get the feeling that my life is never going to be exactly the same again… I’m not entirely certain yet what the future will hold for Brad and me, but I know that we are now some kind of item and the thought of it fills me with anticipation and sheer delight.
Chapter 12: Brad
I suddenly feel as if I’ve come alive for the very first time in my life. The relationship between Jenny and myself develop very quickly and we get very close. Jenny tells me that she feels as if she’s finally met someone who can live up to some of the things she loved about her own father, although she still feels apprehensive about the fact that I remain slightly secretive about my personal life. But I don’t want her to find out yet just how rich I really am, as I think this will be a distraction to the natural development of a normal relationship between the two of us. Having had such an unusual way of meeting, I want to make sure that we spend some time really getting to know each other before I let her in on my entire background.
Jenny repeatedly tries to find out exactly what I do for a living and where I live, but I never give her a straight answer and we always end up making love at her apartment. I know the day will come when I will finally take her over to my place, but for now everything seems to be working out this way and we have developed a nice rhythm in our relationship. Jenny goes to work in the mornings and I spend some time at home, taking care of some business, and then go to pick her up on my Harley at the end of the working day. We invariably go to some restaurants in the evenings where she spends some time writing reviews on their food and then we go back to her apartment to have incredible sex all night long. The next day we repeat the whole thing again and I soon feel as if I’ve never been so happy in my whole life.
One night we have a long discussion about the fact that we met under such unusual circumstances, but I assure her that it is all in the past and that we can carry on with our relationship without ever discussing the night at the mansion again. During one of our more serious discussions on the king size bed in her apartment Jenny asks me if I think I will ever feel the need to sleep with other women again. I assure her that she is the woman for me and that I will always remain faithful to her.
“And what if a really sexy woman asks you to take her for a ride on your Harley?” she asks with a very serious expression on her face as we lay in each other’s arms naked. We’ve just had the most incredible and mind-blowing sex and I’m breathing heavily to get my wind back.
“Then I’ll just tell that incredibly sexy woman to find someone else to drive her around,” I say with conviction and kiss Jenny on her luscious lips.
“That is the correct answer and you win another round of hot sex,” Jenny says and climbs on top of me once more. She starts riding me with the skill of a cowgirl riding home on a wild horse and I hang onto her bed railings as we fuck with insane abandon. There is something wild and exquisite about the way in which she throws her head back just before reaching an incredible climax and I feel myself also losing control… She climbs off from on top of me and start sucking me with fast movements of her head and tongue. I finally explode inside her mouth with such force that she has to swallow very quickly. She sucks every last drop of cum out of me and my entire body shakes all over with the incredible pleasure of it.
“I know I say this every time after we finish fucking, but that was definitely the best sex I’ve ever had in my life,” I say with real conviction.
“I love it when you say that… I just wonder some worry sometimes that you’re only using me for my section of my incredible intellect,” Jenny jokes and I pull her into my arms and hold her close before whispering in her ear.
“You can really stop worrying about that… I love every second of being with you and, even though the sex is incredible, I also love just talking to you about little things,” I say, and really mean it.
I love the way Jenny and I have developed an intimacy which goes beyond the four walls of her bedroom and I am incredibly proud of the way in which she is making such a wonderful success of her magazine. We often go out to coffee shops and sit there talking about all the plans she has for the future of her magazine. The fact that she got the money to start the magazine from the virgin auction has now been long forgotten and we both keep our promise never to discuss that specific evening again. It’s not that we feel ashamed of the way we met… it’s more a question of having dealt with that part of our past and sticking to our agreement to leave it where it belongs, as a part of ancient history between the two of us.
One day we are sitting in a restaurant and Jenny is making notes about the food and service when I finally feel like the time has come for me to open up to her about the fact that I inherited a huge amount of money from my dad. But just before I can start telling her, the waiter shows up and she launches into a long discussion with him about one of the delicious meat dishes they serve.
The moment passes and I never get to take Jenny into my confidence that evening. I figure that there will be many more opportunities to tell her about my life and the fact that she seems to be happy enough with the way things are make me feel like there is no urgency. We spend a wonderful evening at the restaurant and we are treated like royalty. By now, everyone knows who Jenny is and whenever we show up at a new place they go out of their way to make sure she writes a good review. This night is no different and, apart from the fact that the manager shows up to tell us that he will take care of the bill, the waiter also makes sure that we never have to wait for anything about orders.
“I used to think that I command a lot of respect from waiters in places like these, but there’s just nothing that compares to the treatment I get when I’m around you,” I say after the waiter appears for the umpteenth time to make sure that there is nothing else we need.
“I know what you mean,” Jenny says with a smile, “if I’d known that the secret to getting service in a Los Angeles restaurant was simply to open up your own magazine, I would’ve done it a long time ago!”
After another splendid meal at another wonderful LA restaurant, we go home to Jenny’s apartment and the rest of the evening takes a very familiar direction. We rip off each other’s clothes as soon as we shut the door behind us and have sex three times before the levels of lust between us subside sufficiently for us to have a conversation.
“Won’t you play me some songs on your guitar?” Jenny asks and I gladly oblige. There’s nothing I enjoy more than playing her some music on my acoustic, guitar which I now permanently keep at her apartment. One of the things I now do regularly during the day while Jenny’s at work, is to go for more guitar lessons and to practice some new songs on my guitar all the time. I’ve developed quite a natural ability to master the chords and melodies and Jenny keeps telling me that I could easily become a professional musician if I wanted. I’m not sure whether she’s just saying this to flatter me, but I do really enjoy the feeling of being able to express my emotions through the medium of music. It’s almost as if I’ve been looking for this new, musical language all of my life and Jenny is the one who’s really helping me develop it.
“You’re once, twice, three times a lady… and I love you,” I sing and when I look over at Jenny I can see that she has tears in her eyes.
“Do you really mean those words?” she asks when I finally finish the song.
“Yes I do mean it… in fact, I’ve never meant anything as much as I mean those words right now in this moment,” I say and put down the guitar. I walk over to where Jenny’s lying on the bed and take her into my arms. We kiss for the longest time and the intimacy of the moment is almost sacred.
“Jenny, I really feel as if you’ve changed my life in a way that I could never have imagined possible… it’s as if you’ve opened up parts of my heart which I’ve kept hidden away from the rest of the world.” I say.
“Oh Brad, if only you knew how you have changed me in the time that we’ve been together,” she says with a very serious expression on her pretty face, “you are the very first man who’s ever been able to live up to my expectations and I just know my dad would have been very proud to have seen us together,” she says and I can see tears in her eyes again. I realize the gravity of what she has just said to me and kiss her one more time.
I know just how important it is to Jenny that she should be with someone whom her dad would have approved of and I feel incredibly honored that she considers me to be worthy of being that person. From everything she’s told me about her father I have gathered that he was a truly remarkable man and, even though I’ve never said this to Jenny in so many words, I find myself aspiring to be the kind of man her father used to be. I used to look up to my old man a lot when he was still alive, but there’s an additional dimension of character which Jenny’s father seemed to have had which now serves as an additional inspiration to me. It’s almost as if I want to combine all the great qualities of my own father with the qualities of Jenny’s father. If I can manage to cultivate the sum total of all those qualities in my own personality I know that I will become the kind of man who can make Jenny proud and happy for the rest of our lives. Through all of the time I’ve spent with Jenny, I sense that my entire outlook on life has changed… from being a rather irresponsible young man who didn’t find anyone or anything around him all that interesting or compelling any longer, I’ve become a thoughtful person who is not afraid to explore his own emotions and the possibility of a serious relationship with a beautiful woman like Jenny.
“You’ve been asking me about the rest of my life and I think the time has come for me to take you into my confidence,” I say and her entire face then lightens up.
“Really? Do you really mean that? I mean, you don’t have to if you don’t want to… but I would really love to know a little bit more about you,” she says excitedly.
“Yes, I have decided that the time has come for you to know more about my life and tomorrow, after work, I will pick you up and take you over to my place and show you everything,” I say. Jenny looks at me with an incredibly happy expression in her emerald green eyes and flings her arms around my neck.
“That’s the most incredible gift you could ever give me… your trust,” Jenny says and I can feel a stirring in my loins. It’s not long before our hungry hands start exploring each other’s naked bodies again and I realize that this is going to be another very long night of boundless love and passion…
Chapter 13: Jenny
I’m sitting at my desk and I’m trying to finalize all the articles for the next publication. I feel really satisfied with what we’ve put together and Stacy has done sterling work with her promotions and advertising. Not only have we added another four hundred paid subscribers, but Stacy has also hooked some really big names in the form of large companies that are now advertising in my magazine.
It finally gets to the point where I’m reasonably happy with the layout of the new magazine, so I walk over to Stacy’s office and ask her if she doesn’t feel like taking a tea break.
“Now you’re talking,” Stacy says excitedly, “I’ve been working my ass off all morning and I forgotten what tea tastes like.”
We walk over to the kitchen area and make a large pot of steaming tea. I take some honey out of the cupboard to put in mine. I definitely need a little bit of a sugar rush to replenish my energy and put three teaspoons full of honey in my cup. Then we walk over to the board room and sit down to have a satisfying break.
“I’m really thrilled with the way things are going and if we keep up the pace we will soon be making enough money to get larger offices,” I say and Stacy nods her head excitedly.
“I totally agree! I’m already speaking to another large company and they are interested in coming on board to start a series of ads in our next issue.”
“That sounds terrific, have you heard of that large restaurant chain yet? I think you mentioned that they are also interested in advertising in the next issue?” I ask.
“Not yet, I think I will give their regional director a call later and hear what’s going on with their promotion,” Stacy says and I love the way it feels as if we’re running a really tight ship. The magazine is going from strength to strength and this is even better than I’d ever imagined it in my wildest dreams. We spend another thirty minutes sitting there, discussing future issues of our magazine and then it’s time to get back to work. I go back to my office and Stacy returns to her own. I open up my laptop and carry on reviewing all of the articles. By the end of the day I have to give the final approval for everything to go online and I still have some things to finalize before I get to that point.
I hear someone knocking on my office door and I don’t even look up.
“If you brought me any photographs or new articles just please put it on a flash drive and leave it on my desk,” I say without lifting my head.
“Is that any way to speak to a guy who took part in a gang bang with you?” Someone asks in a rough, deep voice and when I look up there someone standing there who looks vaguely familiar. He’s got a big moustache and massive forearms which look like tree stumps. He’s wearing a bandana around his head and it takes me a while before I recognize him. Yes, he’s definitely one of the guys who took part in the gang bang with Brad and his friends at the virgin auction!
“Who the hell told you that you could just walk into my office like that?” I say and feel the anger welling up inside me.
“Well, I was expecting something slightly friendlier from you… After all, I’ve seen Brad visiting you here during office hours and you always treat him with more respect,” the guy says with an evil grin around his mouth corners. Now I feel really upset.
“Have you been stalking me? I think I’ll give Brad a call right away and tell him that one of his so-called friends is harassing me at my office!”
“Oh, I wouldn’t do that. Brad is the one who told me to come over here if I wanted to have some fun,” the revolting man says and I suddenly feel as if someone has knocked me against my forehead with a sledgehammer. Have I been misjudging this entire situation? What if Brad really has only been using me for sex and bragging to his friends about it? Perhaps his loving demeanor is all just an act and I could be the laughing stock of him and his entire motorcycle club while I’m thinking that this is a real love relationship!
“I really suggest that you leave now before I call the cops!” I say and stand there shaking all over.
“Look honey, I just came here to tell you one thing and I suggest you listen very closely. You are nothing more than a whore and a sex object to Brad and I suggest you stop spending so much time with him. Me and his other brothers at the motorcycle club do not appreciate the fact that you are keeping him away from us and our road trips!”
I try to think of something to say but I’m too shocked and insulted to come up with any reply.
“That’s all for now… think carefully about what I said and if I were you I would just forget about this whole thing with Brad!” he says and turns around and leaves before I can say anything else.
I stand there shaking and suddenly feel the tears running over my cheeks. I don’t think I’ve ever been so insulted in my life and, on top of that, I also feel incredibly afraid all of a sudden. What the hell have I got myself into? Perhaps Brad and the rest of his friends are actually dangerous and who knows if some other members of his motorcycle club may also have been stalking me all of this time? I sit down at my desk and burst out in tears.
“What’s wrong?!” Stacy exclaims and when I look up she’s standing there in the door.
“Someone just came in here and told me that Brad is putting on an incredible act… That he doesn’t really care about me and that he’s just using me for sex!” I exclaim and Stacy rushes over to my side. She kneels down and puts her arms around me.
“I saw some guy leaving as I was walking over to your office and I must say he looked vulgar and revolting!” Stacy says.
“You can say that again,” I say through my tears, “he said the most horrible things to me and I suddenly feel like I need to just get away from here!”
Stacy stays there with me and when I finally calm down she tries to tell me that it’s probably just some crazy guy and that I should forget about the whole thing.
“I suggest you give Brad a call and tell him about the whole thing… I’m sure he will come over here right away and straighten things out,” Stacy suggests.
“No, I don’t feel like talking to him right now… I really think I need to take some time off and just get away from this whole situation so I can think clearly. I’ve been on this emotional roller coaster ride with Brad for too long and perhaps it’s time I got off for a while so I can regain full control of my life!”
“Okay, I understand what you’re saying. Why don’t you take a road trip or something and just spend some time doing a couple of articles for next month’s issue? I will make sure that everything is finalized for this month’s edition and you can rest assured that the office will run smoothly while you’re away,” Stacy suggests and I get the feeling that it’s a good idea to do as she says.
“Okay, I really appreciate your help… I don’t know what I would’ve done without the wonderful friend like you in this situation,” I say, “if anyone comes looking for me just tell them I’m away on a road trip and that I’ll be back in a week or so… or perhaps in two weeks’ time.” I know that Stacy understands that this is the message she should also give to Brad, so I don’t elaborate.
I say goodbye to my best friend and pack some stuff into my laptop bag before walking outside and getting in my car. I drive back to my apartment and get into the elevator with shaky legs. When I finally shut the door of my apartment behind me I lean back against it and just close my eyes to try and regain my composure.
A million thoughts flash through my brain at the same time and I wonder if I’ve lost my mind… How the hell could I think that a loving relationship was possible with the person who’d taken part in a gang bang with me and ten more of his biker friends? I open my eyes and look at my apartment… In my mind’s eye I see all of the places where Brad and I have had sex. The kitchen table; the couch; the corridor leading to the bathroom. Every corner of my apartment reminds me of him and the times we’ve spent together here.
I suddenly feel like I just need to get out, so I rush over to my bedroom and hurriedly pack a bag with some clothes and personal belongings. I take one last furtive look around and then rush back downstairs. I put the bag in the trunk of my car and get in behind the steering wheel. I turn the key in the ignition and drive away without having any clear idea of where I’m going. All I need to do is get away… as far away as possible from Los Angeles for a while.
I suddenly realize that I’ve left my cell phone on the table next to my bed and, just for a moment, I feel like turning around to go and fetch it. But then I realize that it’s probably a blessing in disguise that I don’t have my phone with me. I certainly don’t want to speak to Brad for a while and if I need to discuss something with Stacy I can call her from a payphone or something. I decide not to turn back for my cell phone and just look straight ahead at the road in front of me. I’m already out of Los Angeles and, even though my heart is breaking inside, I feel like I’m doing the right thing, so I just keep driving.
I finally get to a small town near Pasadena, a couple of hours’ drive out of Los Angeles and decide to stop there. I don’t know anyone in this town, so I walk around for a while, looking for a place to stay. I’m not entirely sure what I’m going to do yet, but I figure out that I should be finding a motel or something where I can at least sleep for one night. I finally find a really nice place and the receptionist tells me that they have a spacious room available. I pay the deposit, take the key and make my way up to the room. It’s actually quite nice and after locking the door behind me, I sit down on the bed and take a deep breath. It feels good just to have escaped from Los Angeles for a while and, even though I know I’ll have to go back at some point, I enjoy the idea of just having an opportunity to gather my thoughts.
I decide to take a shower and enjoy the feeling of the hot water as it caresses my traumatized body. I suddenly think back to that biker who’d burst into my office unannounced and can’t believe that I actually had sex with him at the mansion on the night of the Virgin auction. Even though I still sometimes think of that entire experience with fond memories, I now start wondering if there might be more of a price to pay for it than I’d imagine at first. Perhaps I was naïve to think that I could just fuck eleven bikers, make seven hundred and fifty thousand dollars out of the deal and live happily ever after without facing the consequences… And perhaps the most naïve part of it all was the fact that I thought I could have a love relationship with one of those bikers afterwards.
I get out of the shower and towel off before lying down on my bed. This is the time when I sometimes fantasize about Brad and reach for my favorite plastic sex toy, but I feel so tired and drained of energy that I simply pull the covers over myself and fall asleep.
I have a dream about Brad and myself walking into a beautiful mansion. I immediately recognize it as the mansion where the Virgin auction took place and look around to see if there’s anyone else present. But I don’t see anyone and Brad kisses me intimately as we stand at the bottom of the stairs. He tells me that the entire place belongs to just the two of us and, in my dream, I feel an incredible sense of excitement as I find myself thinking that this is the place where Brad and I can live together forever, happily. We start walking up the stairs and I cannot wait to be all alone with Brad in the large bedroom. We walk up to the door of the bedroom and I slowly turn the handle… The door opens in front of me and then I see the terrible biker who visited me at work!
I turn around to ask Brad to chase the man away, but Brad has suddenly vanished and I discover that I’m all alone up there with just the aggressive biker and no one else… he walks up to me with greedy hands and a wicked grin on his hideous face and I suddenly start panicking. I want to get away from him as fast as possible, but my feet won’t move and I just stand there frozen, waiting for him to put his large tree stump arms around me. I feel as if I’m going to have a heart attack and just then I wake up in a cold sweat.
I sit up straight in the motel bed and breathe in deeply a couple of times just to calm down.
“Just a dream… It was just a dream,” I whisper to myself but my heart won’t stop beating like a train on a track.
I get up and make myself a cup of coffee from the cheap instant coffee which they’ve got in the room. It tastes terrible, but at least it makes me feel slightly better. I glance at my watch and notice that it’s 3 o’clock in the morning. I try to go back to sleep, but the terrible dream keeps running through my thoughts and I roll around in the bed for the rest of the night without falling asleep again. At around 6 o’clock I decide to get up and slowly pull on my jeans with hands that feel like those of a zombie. I’m not entirely sure what I’m going to do for the rest of the day, but I get the feeling that I’m going to feel tired all day long… very tired.
I shut the motel room behind me and drag my bag over to my car. I take the key back to the receptionist and pay the outstanding amount I owe for the night I’ve spent at the motel.
“I hope you had a wonderful stay and that you will consider staying here with us again,” the receptionist says in a bright tone and I just nod my head tiredly. Then I walk back outside to my car and drive away slowly, not really knowing where I’m going or what I’m going to be doing for the rest of this road trip.
Chapter 14: Brad
I feel like I’m walking on pins and needles all day long. Tonight is the night when I’m taking Jenny over to my own place and I cannot wait to let her in on my whole life.
Even old Rawlins is walking all over the house to make sure that everything is ready. I told him that I’m bringing a special lady over tonight and I think he can tell that this is not just another bimbo.
“Is there anything special you would like me to prepare you for dinner?” Rawlins asks just before I leave to go and fetch Jenny.
“I’m not really sure… Why don’t you just surprise us and prepare something really delicious?” I say and he nods his head.
“I will do that sir, and I can assure you that it will be a dinner which your special lady friend will never forget in her entire life!”
I nod my head gratefully and walk outside to where my Harley is waiting. I kickstart it into life and then drive off to Jenny’s office. I really enjoy the trip and I keep thinking of how exciting this really is. Even though I’ve had women at my own place before, I’ve never had anyone like Jenny over there and this feels almost like a housewarming or something. I’m really looking forward to showing her each room in my house and making love with her all over the place. I know that old Rawlins will quietly leave after serving us dinner. He knows that I need some privacy and that there will probably be a lot of sexual gymnastics after dinner.
I stop in front of Jenny’s office and walk inside with a lightness in my tread which betrays my excited energy. I walk over to Jenny’s office and peer inside… but there’s no one there. I figure that she’s probably sitting in Stacy’s office, discussing some kind of business, so I immediately walk down the corridor door to go and see if she is there.
“Hi there, I’m sorry to disturb you young lady, but I was just wondering if I can speak to Jenny?” I say with a big smile. Stacy looks up and I can immediately tell from the expression on her face that something is a mess.
“I’m afraid Jenny isn’t here,” she simply says and doesn’t even get up from her chair to greet me.
“Can you tell me where she is?” I ask hopefully.
“I’m afraid I don’t know exactly where she is, although she did mention that she was going to head in the general direction of Pasadena,” Stacy says and I suddenly find myself wondering what the hell is going on.
“Why did she leave without even telling me about it? I know you probably don’t know this, but tonight was supposed to be a very special night and I was planning on taking Jenny over to my place for the very first time!”
Stacy looks at me for a moment, almost as if she’s trying to decide whether she should tell me something. Then she motions for me to sit down.
“I guess you deserve to know the truth,” Stacy says and I immediately get the feeling that she’s about to tell me something really bad, “earlier one of your biker friends came around here and really insulted Jenny so badly that she decided to go on a road trip just to get away from all of this.”
“What the hell! Who was the guy… What was his name?” I ask, feeling incredibly angry all of a sudden, “If I find out who the hell this so-called biker friend of mine is I’m going to rip his head right off his goddamn body!”
“I’m afraid he didn’t say what his name was and I’m not entirely sure what he said to Jenny… All I know is that I found her crying in her office after he left and she was so shaken up by the whole experience that she decided to go on a road trip just to get away from everything.”
I sit there for a moment, trying to stop my mind from racing in a thousand different directions at the same time. I have no idea which one of my biker friends from the motorcycle club might’ve done something stupid like this… Or if it even was one of the members of the LA dragons. Perhaps this guy was just pretending to know me and, for all I know, you might be some kind of stalker or something.
“Okay, thank you for telling me. I guess I’ll just have to call her and make sure that she’s okay,” I say after thinking about it some more.
“I’m afraid you’re not going to have much luck trying to phone her… I don’t think she took her cell phone with her. I’ve been trying to call her myself and all I’m getting is her answering service,” Stacy says with a hopeless expression on her face.
“Then how the hell am I going to find her?” I exclaim, “what kind of car is she driving?”
“The magazine has been doing so well that she bought herself a brand-new BMW… A bright blue one with a sunroof,” Stacy says and I realize that, even though there are probably plenty of bright blue BMW’s with sunroofs on the road, at least it’s a point of departure.
“Well, I guess there’s nothing else for me to do than to head in the general direction of Pasadena and start looking for this bright blue BMW,” I say and get up from my chair. Stacy nods her head and I thank her one last time before rushing outside and getting on my Harley. I have no time to lose and the sooner I get on the road the better. Who knows where Jenny might head off after she gets tired of Pasadena and the surrounding areas?
I start driving down the highway in the direction of Pasadena and send up a silent prayer that I might be able to locate Jenny by some kind of miracle. I really need to talk to her and find out what the hell has just happened! I feel absolutely certain that this is just a misunderstanding and that a simple conversation with Jenny will set things straight again.
Seeing as I have no idea where to start looking for Jenny, I decide to stop at a small town, just a couple of clicks out of Pasadena.
I stop at a roadside bar and go inside. I know it’s not the kind of place where Jenny would normally hangout, but I’m hoping that someone may have seen her around.
“Hi there sir, can I get you something to drink?” the barman asks in a friendly tone of voice.
“No thanks, I’m just looking for someone,” I say and suddenly realized that I haven’t even brought a picture of Jenny with me to show to anyone.
“Sure, what is this person’s name?” the barman asks.
“Her name is Jenny and she is, I guess, about five foot seven inches tall… with long blonde hair and emerald green eyes,” I say and look at the barman hopefully. He thinks about it for a moment and then shakes his head.
“Nope, I’m pretty sure I would have remembered if I’d seen someone by that description,” he says and I thank him before leaving the bar again. I repeat the same procedure at a couple of businesses in the small town, but have no luck. I have no idea what exactly Jenny’s plans are on this impromptu road trip of hers, but I figure she will probably end up visiting some restaurants and write some articles about their food, so I visit the only large restaurant in town and ask around if anyone has seen a girl by Jenny’s description. The manager and all of the waiters assure me that there has been no one like that around and I thank them before leaving again.
“My dear Jenny… where on earth have you disappeared to?” I whisper to myself as I get back on my Harley. It is getting pretty late, so I book myself in at a guesthouse and decide to spend the night there. I haven’t brought any extra clothes with me, so I just drape my jeans and my shirt over a chair in the room and take a shower before heading for bed. I figure I’ll just buy myself new clothes if these ones start to really smell. I don’t have time to worry about looking for a laundromat or anything like that and I quickly fall asleep as my head hits the pillow. I guess all of the worries and inquiries have made me quite tired. I wake up early the next morning, feeling refreshed and ready to start looking for Jenny again.
I book out of the guesthouse and decide to leave the small town and head further down the road. Just as I am driving past the last couple of buildings in town I notice a small motel and decide to stop there and ask whether anyone has seen Jenny. I realize it’s a longshot, but I figure I have nothing to lose and no other concrete plans anyway.
“Hi there, I’m sorry to disturb you so early in the morning with such a strange enquiry, but I was wondering if you may have seen a beautiful blonde girl with bright green eyes around here lately?” I ask the receptionist and expect her to look at me as if I’ve lost my mind. But, instead, a light of recognition suddenly shines across her face and she nods her head excitedly.
“Yes, I actually have! She spent the night here and you’ve just missed her by about half an hour!” the receptionist says and continues to describe the car in which Jenny left that same morning. She tells me that it was a light blue BMW and I immediately know that the gods have finally smiled upon me and given me a break. I give the receptionist a hundred dollar bill to thank her for her help and she looks at me with wide eyes.
“Thank you so much for your help!” I say excitedly and jump on the back of my Harley before racing down the road in the direction of San Marino, where the receptionist saw Jenny driving off to. I’m not entirely certain how fast Jenny will be driving, but I have every hope of catching up to her on the highway.
I spend about an hour driving as fast as I can down the highway, and then realize that this is making no sense. There are plenty of places where Jenny might have turned in to take a look at some local attractions, such as a number of road houses and guesthouses along the way. The simple act of speeding down the highway as fast as I can isn’t necessarily going to ensure that I catch up to Jenny… the fact is, I might have already passed her if she’s decided to stop somewhere along the highway to write the article about something interesting she’s seen.
I pull off from the road and to take a little rest and just clear my mind. I think about it for a moment and then realize that the best thing I can do is to simply head for San Marino and hope to catch up with Jenny over there. If she’s decided to stop along the way and write some articles about various places, I have absolutely no way of knowing where to find her and my only hope is to wait for her in San Marino. I figure that she will eventually at least stop there to take a rest or sleep over for the night. I also know that San Marino has a couple of really nice restaurants and I feel fairly certain that Jenny will, at the very least, stop by one of them to write an article about their food. I get the feeling that Jenny’s road trip, even though it probably started out as a means of trying to get away from that bastard biker who visited with her at her office, will eventually probably evolve into something more of a working vacation.
I get back on my bike and start driving down the highway in a more relaxed fashion. I decide that I might as well try to enjoy this trip for what it is and not simply race along at blind speed without stopping to smell the flowers, so to speak. At around noon I stop at a roadhouse and get myself a really nice bacon and egg sandwich, which I wash down with a soda. I suddenly wish that Jenny could’ve been here by my side. I just know that she would have loved to take a trip like this with me on the back of my Harley and I make a mental note to do something like this with her when we’ve finally managed to sort out this mess.
After my roadside lunch, I get back on my Harley and cover the final distance of sixty miles to San Marino without stopping again. I arrived in San Marino later that same afternoon and immediately start going around to the local restaurants to ask whether anyone has seen Jenny. I have no luck and eventually book myself in at a luxurious guesthouse to spend the night. Tomorrow is another day and I remain hopeful that I will soon be reunited with the most gorgeous and wonderful girl I’ve ever known in my entire life.
Chapter 15: Jenny
After stopping along the way at several road houses and tourist attractions, I finally make it to San Marino at the end of the day and book into a motel to get some rest. I already feel that this road trip has been a good idea, as my mindset has already improved considerably since I left Los Angeles
I open up my laptop and write Stacy a quick email.
Dear Stacy, just wanted to let you know that I’m safe and that I have made it to San Marino. I’m going to stay around here for a couple of days and write some articles about the restaurants in the area. Will send you the drafts of my articles as soon as am done with it.
Love , Jenny.
I almost immediately get a reply back from her.
Hi darling, you should know that Brad has been around to the office and is urgently looking for you. I get the feeling that he’s hit the road on his Harley to come after you, so don’t be surprised if you run into him somewhere along the road. As far as the magazine is concerned, the next edition will be live tonight at 9 PM, so feel free to take a look!
Love, Stacy
PS: We could do with a couple of articles about some sushi restaurants, if you can find any.
I smile when I finish reading Stacy’s email. She’s always thinking ahead and, even though I’m not there to discuss next month’s edition with her, she’s already got a picture in her mind of what she thinks it should look like and what articles should be included in it. I wait up until 9 o’clock to take a look at the new magazine online and I absolutely love it! The articles really pop and Stacy has made sure that everything has been put together with vibrant colors and just the right amount of advertising on each webpage.
I close my laptop and feel ready to go to bed. My mind is a lot more relaxed now and I feel as if I will soon be ready to reconsider the whole thing with Brad carefully. I expect to have a good night’s rest, but keep having the same dream over and over… I find myself in various settings with Brad and every time I turn towards him to say something he suddenly disappears.
I wake up the next morning, and even though I’m slightly troubled by the recurrence of the same kind of dream about Brad which I have had all night, I feel refreshed and ready for the day.
I leave the motel and start looking for a sushi restaurant. I think that Stacy’s idea is a good one and I already have a rough framework in my mind for an article about delicious sushi. Even though I do my best to locate a sushi restaurant, I have no luck and eventually settle down to write a review about a local steakhouse. No one in the restaurant recognizes me, but the service is excellent and the juicy steak they bring me is so good that I cannot contain my satisfaction. I give the waiter a handsome tip and go back to my motel room to write a glowing article about the restaurant. I glance at my watch and notice that it’s around noon, so I decide to take a stroll through town to see what other places there are to see and visit.
I find a delightful coffee shop and go inside to order myself a cappuccino with foam and chocolate sprinkles. It’s absolutely delicious and I soon order another one. The coffee shop is situated right across a beautiful row of large oak trees and the setting is so beautiful that I end up spending a couple of hours there, just sitting and thinking about things.
I finally get around to considering my relationship with Brad and I now find myself thinking that I may have overreacted. Even though that bastard who came over to the office had no right to say to me what he did, I should at least have given Brad an opportunity to respond to his allegations. Perhaps it was all just a fabrication and I suddenly wished I could speak to Brad and discuss the whole thing with him. The one thing I suddenly know for certain is that I’m not ready to just let go of the relationship without at least speaking to Brad one last time. The magic of our connection requires me to at least talk to him… discuss things with him openly and see if there might be a way to carry on from here.
Later that afternoon I go back to my motel room and switch on the TV to see if there is anything nice to watch on cable. I find an old movie and start watching it. The strangest thing is that every single situation in the movie reminds me of Brad and me in a certain way. When the two main characters have a fight it reminds me of the way Brad and I used to experience conflict when he first started coming to my office. When the characters in the movie kiss and make up it makes me think of the day when Brad came to serenade me at the office and I finally gave him a chance.
“I wonder if every single thing I watch on TV from this day on is going to remind me of you?” I whisper to myself and switch the TV off when the movie is finished. I close my eyes and start thinking about all of the wonderful times Brad and I spent together at my apartment. I suddenly wish he could be right there next to me on the bed and I realize that everything seems less colorful and exciting without him in my life.
I fall asleep early and have a really good night’s rest. This time, I don’t dream of Brad… or if I do, I don’t remember it when I wake up the next morning. I decide to take a ride through town and look for other restaurants to try out. I feel fairly certain that there are no sushi restaurants close to my motel and hope that I may locate some a little bit further away.
I really have a great time exploring the town and find many things that are very interesting and stimulating, but don’t manage to find a sushi restaurant, so I start driving back towards the motel at around noon. I decide to stop by the lovely coffee shop again and to have some more of those delicious cappuccinos. I park my BMW right in front of the place and walk inside to find a waiter. As soon as I’ve placed my order I walk outside and sit down at the same table where I had my coffee the previous day. When my cappuccino arrives I take a sip of it and the coffee tastes even better than the two I had yesterday.
I sit back in my chair and relax, staring across the street at the peaceful, large oak trees. When a shadow falls across my table I don’t think much of it at first, figuring that it’s probably just the waiter who has come around to see whether I’m ready for my next cappuccino.
“Fancy meeting a gorgeous girl like you with a fancy light blue BMW in a small little town like this,” a familiar voice speaks up from next to my table. At first I don’t register why I recognized the voice… but then it slowly dawns upon me. I look up and there he stands…
It’s Brad!
Without thinking I jump up and throw my arms around him.
“Oh Brad, I’ve missed you so much!” I say and before I know it the tears are running down my cheeks. Brad leans down and kisses all the wetness from my face.
“I don’t know what happened baby, but I’m so glad I found you,” he says and kisses me intimately for the longest time.
“It was so terrible… I couldn’t understand why the guy said all of those terrible things… he said you were just using me,” I stutter, but Brad kisses me and places his finger over my lips.
“I spoke to Stacy and she told me that some guy showed up at the office and said some terrible things about me… but I want you to know that, whatever he said to you, it was all just lies and I’m not afraid to tell you, right here and right now, that I love you. I really love you from the bottom of my heart, Jenny, and I am going to do everything within my power to protect you and keep you happy!”
I look straight in his eyes and can tell that he means every word he’s just said to me. I suddenly have no doubt in my own heart anymore and my voice is steady as I reply, “I love you too Brad… I really love you!”
The rest of the day is a bit of a blur and all I can remember is that Brad goes over to my motel room with me and help me pack my things. Then we drive over to a fancy five-star hotel and begin to the penthouse suite.
We make our way up to our room and as soon as the door shuts behind us we rip off one another’s clothes like hungry animals. Brad bends down and starts kissing me all over… lingering over my pussy for just a moment before splashing it with waves of pleasure as he licks me all over my secret parts. I moan softly as he carries me over to the bed and continues to feast on me. I feel myself drifting off to a paradise of lust and desire as he continues to stroke me, lick me and finger fuck me to heaven. When I feel as if my body is going to catch on fire, he positions himself on top of me and rams his rock hard cock all the way inside me without any further foreplay. I love the way he takes me and fucks me like a man possessed… as if he’s a warrior who has just returned from a mighty battle and come home to his glorious maiden who’s been waiting for him all this time.
“Oh fuck me Brad… fuck me hard and deep!” I moan so loudly that everyone in the hotel can probably hear us. But I couldn’t care and Brad starts slamming his cock so hard and deep inside me that I feel as if my entire body is going to explode with pleasure. When I can finally take no more of it, I arch my back and feel myself sliding over the edge of the rainbow at the same moment as Brad spurts several powerful jets of hot, warm cum deep inside me. I hold him close and feel like I never want to let go of him again as we lay there in the aftermath of our incredible lovemaking.
“Promise me you’ll never disappear like that again,” Brad whispers and I nod my head eagerly.
“I promise… I promise you I won’t ever leave you again,” I whisper and then it starts all over again. We make love until the early morning hours and when we finally fall asleep he holds on tight to my body and I rest my head on his powerful torso until we wake up in each other’s arms the next morning.
We spend the next couple of days driving around San Marino, just being happy and strengthening the relationship between us again. We don’t talk about the incident at my office for too long, except that Brad asks me for a description of the person who’d walked into the building and assaulted me.
To my delightful surprise I discover that Brad actually knows San Marino very well, especially all the restaurants in the area. It turns out that he used to live there and he even knows about a hidden little sushi restaurant which doesn’t advertise or have a website on Internet. I suddenly understand why I’ve been unable to locate it, as I’d basically done an Internet search and looked at some of the local magazines when I was looking for a sushi restaurant.
We go to the sushi restaurant and have a wonderful time as we taste their delicious dishes. The owner is really friendly and it seems that he and his family are the only people working in the restaurant and he explains to me that this is the only way for them to guarantee the quality of their food. I’m really impressed. I mention to the owner that I have a magazine where I write reviews about restaurants and I ask him if it would be okay for me to write an article about him and his place. He seems very excited and tells me that he’s never had the money to do any advertising or to create his own website. I end up writing a beautiful article about the sushi restaurant and send it off to Stacy for her attention. She soon writes back and tells me that she thinks we should make it the main focus of our next issue and I email her back to tell her that I agree.
The time I spend with Brad in San Marino feels like a honeymoon and I wish it would never end. I realized that I wasn’t wrong about him… that he wasn’t just using me for sex, or working with some hidden agenda. We are truly and deeply in love and I know that I’ve never felt so happy in my entire life. Brad and I visit a local bar in the evening and there’s a guy playing guitar and singing. Brad walks up to him and asks if he can borrow his guitar to sing me a song and when he’s done the entire bar gets to their feet and applauds his efforts. It makes me feel incredibly special that he so publicly displays his affection for me and it just makes me love him more.
After about ten days in San Marino we both decide it’s time to go back to LA. Brad assures me that he will be keeping an eye out for anyone who tries to cause trouble at the office and I tell him that Stacy has also hired security guard to guard the entrance of our offices. We pack up and soon hit the road with Brad driving in front on his Harley and me following in my BMW. It feels like a victory procession or something and we stop along the way at various places just to taste the food and take in the local sites.
When we finally get back to LA it feels good to be home and the first thing I do is to stop at the office. Stacy is incredibly glad to have me back and she excitedly tells me about all of the new business she’s managed to get for the magazine by way of advertising contracts. The last issue of our Internet publication has also been a great hit and we have gained another two hundred and fifty new paid subscribers. She tells me that the security guard is doing a great job and that I can relax, as I will be safe in my office. No more unannounced visitors!
Brad tells me that he just wants to go home and get everything ready and that he will be picking me up that evening to take me and show me his place, just like he originally promised. I find myself looking forward to this event with great anticipation and I can’t wait to finally find out a little more about the personal life of the man I love.
Chapter 16: Brad
I can see that the incident at Jenny’s work has really shaken her up and it takes a couple of days before I really sense her relaxing while we’re spending some time in San Marino. Because I know just how traumatic this entire incident has been to her, I don’t talk about it too much and I try to downplay it as much as possible. I feel really grateful for the fact that Stacy has hired a security guard to keep Jenny and herself safe at the office and I also decide that I will keep a very close eye on her by popping in during the day and always making sure that Jenny is not disturbed by any more unwelcome visitors at the magazine.
“No you just take it easy and I will pick you up tonight and take you to my place,” I say and give her a long, intimate kiss before driving off home. The security guard is in his place and I feel confident that Jenny will be okay at the office as she goes inside.
Now that we are safely back in LA there is only one thing I have on my mind. I have already let everybody in the motorcycle club know that I want to see all of them at our normal gathering place, a local pub in Los Angeles by the name of Sitting Bull. Unfortunately, the description Jenny has given me of the person who visited her at work and insulted her, doesn’t help me much, as half the members of my motorcycle club wear bandanas and have really massive forearms, just like the guy Jenny has described to me.
“I have called you all here today to discuss a very grave issue with you… and I want you to really pay attention to that word I used… grave,” I say and look around at all of the members of the LA dragons motorcycle club who are seated in front of me, “The reason I use that specific word ‘grave’ is because if I find out who the hell went to my girlfriend’s place of work and insulted her, that person will very soon be going to his fucking grave!”
Everyone sits there quietly and no one speaks up.
“I’m wondering if the fucking coward who insulted Jenny at her office will have the guts to stand up here and try to insult me too?” I said and look around the room. Once again, no one squeaks and everyone just looks at me with stunned expressions on their faces.
“I really don’t know who would do such a thing, but I can assure you that it wasn’t me,” one of the guys speaks up.
“It wasn’t me either… or me… or me!” all of them eventually chime up in something of a choir.
I realize that the person who is guilty of the despicable behavior in question doesn’t have the guts to speak out in front of the rest of us and that I’m not going to be able to find out his identity this way. I decide to leave the issue there and we all spend some time in the bar, having drinks and just catching up on everything I’ve missed out during the past couple of weeks. I’ve been spending a lot of time with Jenny and I make it clear to everyone that we are now dating each other. Even the guys who took part in the gang bang at the Virgin auction all give me their solemn undertaking that they will stay away from Jenny and respect the fact that I am now going steady with her.
Later that day, after finishing up with the guys at the bar, I drive over to Jenny’s office and she’s waiting for me outside, very excited.
“I can’t wait to see your place!” she says and gives me a long hug and a big kiss.
“Why don’t you swing of that pretty ass of yours onto the back of my bike and I will drive you over there right away,” I say with a smile and she gladly obliges. When we get to my place old Rawlins is waiting there to receive us and he treats Jenny like royalty. He has made a great effort to prepare us a wonderful dinner and Jenny is absolutely stunned at fancy food and the sheer opulence of the place where I live.
“Wow! I don’t think I’ve ever seen a more luxurious place in my entire life!” she says as I take her on a little tour of the house.
“Can we come and spend some time in the sauna and the Jacuzzi later?” she asks as I show her the indoor swimming pool, sauna and Jacuzzi which are all situated inside, next to the lounge.
“Sure, let’s just go and have dinner and then we can come and have some sexy fun in here,” I say and give her a naughty wink. She immediately catches my drift and winks right back at me with a wicked smile around her mouth corners. We go back to the lounge and Rawlins start serving us one delicious dish after the other.
“I’ve eaten in many fancy places in my life, but this food is on par with the best I’ve tasted!” Jenny says and I can see that she really means every word of it. Old Rawlins stands there with a satisfied grin on his face and keeps filling our glasses with champagne. I tell Jenny all about my life and how I inherited a massive fortune from my dad.
“You know, that’s just the last thing I would’ve expected… there I was, all this time, thinking that you were hiding some kind of dark secret from me and now it turns out you’ve inherited a large international chain of hotels!” Jenny exclaims incredulously when I finish telling her the reason for my wealth.
“The reason I didn’t want to tell you about all of it is that I didn’t want you to get the feeling that I was just some kind of playboy. I preferred you thinking of me as a biker,” I say and Jenny looks at me with great admiration.
“I actually appreciate that Brad… the fact that you only tell me all of this now is actually a good thing. I’ve had the opportunity of getting to know you as a bad boy biker and, as much as I like you as a rich playboy, I prefer the biker!” she says and we both burst out laughing. Even old Rawlins stands there chuckling at Jenny’s statement.
The rest of the evening progresses along familiar lines, albeit in a new setting. Rawlins retires after serving us dessert and coffee and then Jenny and I make our way over to the indoor swimming pool area. We are soon naked and we have sex in the Jacuzzi with warm bubbles rising up around us. Jenny’s body feels as if it is on fire and her pussy is so warm that it doesn’t take me long before I explode inside her with an incredible orgasm.
“Oh Brad! This is the best, steamiest sex I’ve ever had,” Jenny moans and I have to agree with her. Making love in the sauna is an entirely new experience on its own and we fuck hard and fast as we realize that we won’t be able to stay in there for long. In between all the sex we take a dip in the cool water of the indoor swimming pool and then get straight back into the sauna or the Jacuzzi to warm up again.
“I think I can carry on like this the entire evening,” Jenny whispers in my ear and the idea sounds heavenly to me.
“I really like that suggestion… why don’t we see if we can make it to the morning light,” I say and start exploring her naked body with my hands again. She starts jerking my cock with hungry hands and soon we are at it… again.
We keep fucking, making love and doing beautiful things to each other all night long and when the first rays of the morning sun shine through the sunroof above the indoor swimming pool I realize that we’ve actually made it through the night.
“We’ve been having sex all night long,” I say with a wicked grin, “if you want to we can go upstairs and take a nap in my bed now.”
Jenny looks at me for a second and then shakes her head, “No, just one more time and then we can go and rest,” she says and we end up having sex one last time in the Jacuzzi before finally toweling off and making our way upstairs to my bedroom.
We fall asleep in each other’s arms and wake up just before noon. We are both very tempted to start all over again and spend the rest of the day having sex, but Jenny tells me that she needs to get to the office and catch up on some work. I reluctantly agree to let her go and drive her off to the office on the back of my Harley. The security guard is in his place in front of Jenny’s Travels and I feel satisfied that Jenny will be safe and okay while she does her work.
I drive back home and Rawlins is waiting for me at the top of the stairs.
“I hope I’m not speaking out of my place Sir, but I just have to compliment you on the lady friend you had over for dinner last night… she truly is a welcome change from the other women you’ve had here in the past,” he says with just a hint of a smile around his mouth corners.
“Thank you for saying that Rawlins, I think you are right and I don’t know why it has taken me so long to find a woman like her. I think you should prepare yourself to see a lot more of Jenny in the future!”
“That sounds wonderful to me sir and I can assure you that I will always make sure she feels like a queen when she visits you here,” Rawlins says and holds the door open for me. I go inside and make myself a large pot of coffee. It’s after noon already, but I still feel like I need to get some caffeine in my system just to regain my strength after the incredible night I spent at my place with Jenny.
I go and sit in the lounge and allow my mind to wonder over the past couple of weeks. I feel really happy about the place I’m at with Jenny and I find myself thinking back to my conversation with Trevor, the happily married biker who told me that everything would change once I found the right girl. I now realize that he was one hundred percent correct and I know that Jenny is the right girl for me. I don’t need to ever see another woman for the rest of my life.
I think about the incident at Jenny’s office where someone walked in and claimed to be one of my biker friends before insulting Jenny and upsetting her so badly that she ended up leaving LA for two weeks. I still don’t know exactly what to make of the whole thing and, even though I have a lot of respect for all of the guys in my motorcycle club, I know that there is a distinct possibility that one of them is the devil in disguise. With a girl as beautiful as Jenny there is always the possibility of someone forming an obsession about her and I make a firm mental note to stay vigilant and keep a careful lookout for any signs of trouble. I finish my coffee and then decide to go and drive past Jenny’s office, just to make sure some person with bad intentions isn’t lurking outside. I have great confidence in the security guard who is guarding the front entrance of Jenny’s Travels, but I decide that it can’t hurt to also do my part to make sure Jenny is safe at work.
I stop two blocks away from the place where Jenny’s magazine is located and walk the rest of the way over there, making sure that I stay on the opposite end of the street so a possible stalker would not see me. Everything looks fine to me and the security guard is at his post, so I find myself gradually relaxing as I take in the entire scene in front of me. When I’m one hundred percent certain that everything is in order, I walk over to my bike and drive back to my own place.
It feels as if the whole world is on my side and I know I’ve never been this happy before in my entire life. The sun is shining and the weather is beautiful. I have a song in my heart and a lightness in my spirit.
I decide to go and spend some time practicing new songs on my guitar. I’m already planning the next evening with Jenny at my place and decide that I will give her a little bit of a private show by playing guitar and singing to her while Rawlins serves us cocktails.
My entire focus has shifted and, even though I’m still the badass leader of an LA motorcycle club, there is now a brand-new dimension of caring and emotional depth in my life which was never there before I met Jenny.
Chapter 17: Jenny
I know that I’ve never been so happy in my life and the fact that it’s all because of a man is the greatest surprise of it all. Even though I would never have expected it, Brad turns out to be the most romantic person I have ever known in my life and he treats me like a real lady. The original way we met has now long been forgotten and we have started a brand-new relationship, almost from scratch.
Stacy is, perhaps, the happiest of the two of us about the fact that I finally met the man of my dreams and I often tease her that she will be next. I’m not entirely sure whether she even has a boyfriend, although she assures me that she’s not lonely.
The magazine is doing really well and Stacy and I hear of a competition for local online magazines in California and decide to submit our entry. The idea of the competition is to identify the magazine that best represents the area and its tourist attractions.
“I think we should enter one of the articles you wrote about the restaurants in San Marino for the competition,” Stacy says and I find myself in perfect agreement with her. The work I did in San Marino were some of my best culinary articles and I get the feeling that we have the chance of doing really well in the competition with it. Stacy and I decide on one particular article, the one I wrote about the hidden little sushi restaurant which Brad showed me, and we send it off to the judges.
I soon forget about the ugly incident we had at the office when the biker showed up and insulted me. The security guard is really trustworthy and, on top of that, Brad shows up at random intervals to come in and check on me while I’m at work. Not only does this deter any would be stalkers, it also makes me feel very special and we often sit around in the boardroom having coffee and laughing. Stacy joins us and she keeps telling us that we make the most beautiful couple she’s ever seen in her life.
Because of the growth of the magazine, I soon have to hire new photographers and bloggers to help me write new articles. Stacy and I even start discussing the possibility of getting correspondents overseas to do some write-ups about foreign restaurants and I get the feeling that this magazine is soon going to burst out of its seams, the way it is growing. One day, Stacy and I sit in the boardroom and we discuss the general direction we want to take with the business.
“I never imagined that this magazine would grow to the point where we start thinking about branching out internationally… do you think this is the way we should be looking for the future?” I ask.
“I have to be perfectly honest with you that I never imagined it either, but if that’s the way things are naturally progressing I think we should just go with it,” Stacy says.
“The reason why I think it’s important that we discussed all of this is the fact that a much larger organization, especially an international one, will demand a far greater number of staff and a lot of additional logistical considerations. Are you ready for that?”
“I guess you’re right… I never thought about it that way, but I must say I enjoy having so many other people around here working with us. It really makes it feel like a happy workplace… almost something like a festive group of journalists or something!”
“I think what we should do is wait for the outcome of this competition and then we will really be able to judge the quality of our magazine. If we do well in the competition, I will have far more confidence in branching out internationally,” I say and Stacy nods her head.
“I think that’s a great way of looking at it. At this point we can’t really tell exactly how we stack up against the competition and if we don’t really shine in the competition then we will know we need to ratchet up our quality… On the other hand, if we do really well, then sky’s the limit and then I think we should just continue branching out and exploring all possibilities for expansion.”
The next couple of weeks are really crazy and we work very hard on our next issue. Stacy gets a lot of new advertisers and everyone pulls their weight with the articles, so that we end up with almost twice the output we achieved for the previous issue. Even Brad gets in on the action and makes some suggestions about the layout of the magazine. It turns out he has quite an eye for that kind of thing and I find myself surprised, once again, at ease artistic talents. He often plays me songs on his guitar and he has promised to have a special evening at his house one night where he will entertain me with a full show of guitar music. I really look forward to it and keep telling him that he should take his music much more seriously. I get the feeling that he can be really good and I know that he needs something like that in his life to really excite him. He has lots of people taking care of the international chain of hotels he inherited from his dad and I get the feeling that music can become something he ends up doing professionally.
“Can I have a talk with you in the boardroom?” Stacy says one day as she appears magically in my office door.
“Why? Is something wrong?” I asked, slightly concerned.
“Just meet me in the boardroom in two minutes!” Stacy says with a smile and I wonder what the hell is going on. I close my laptop and walk over to the boardroom. Stacy is already seated at the table and everyone else gets up as I walk in. I don’t recognize any of these people and I wonder why Stacy has called them all together in the boardroom without telling me about it.
“Congratulations Jenny! We are the judges from the online magazine competition and we are here to tell you that your magazine has won!” an elderly gentleman with a white beard says and shakes my hand warmly. Everyone else around the table starts clapping and take turns congratulating Stacy and myself on winning the competition.
“I thought it would be a nice surprise for you to hear it this way… I got a phone call earlier and they told me that the judges wanted to meet with you to tell you in person that we are the winners!” Stacy says with a broad grin on her pretty face. Someone opens a bottle of champagne and soon we have a full-blown celebration going in the boardroom. I invite the rest of the staff and everyone is over the moon with our achievement.
“I guess this answers the question you and I were discussing the other day about going international,” I say and Stacy nods her head excitedly.
“Yes! I don’t think we need to wonder about it any longer and we should just take whatever steps are necessary to start branching out!”
The rest of the day turns into a permanent festival at work and I can tell that we’re not really going to get much more work done. I give everyone the rest of the day off and Stacy and I end up in my office, drinking more champagne and discussing our plans for the future. Brad calls and tells me that he is very proud of me and that we will celebrate my achievement properly when he gets back from a short road trip with his biker friends. I insisted that he should go with them, even though he was reluctant to leave me alone. I told Brad that the security guard is taking really good care of security around the office and that he could rest assured that I would be safe while he was gone. I don’t want him to end up neglecting his friends and later on resenting about it, so I told him that he should still do the odd road trip with his motorcycle club.
“Brad will only be back tomorrow, so I think us two girls should go out tonight and paint this town red!” I say as I drain my champagne glass.
“Sounds like a plan to me!” Stacy says and pours us the last champagne from the bottle. We are both far too tipsy to drive, so we take a taxi cab back to Stacy’s apartment and decide that we will both just touch up our makeup and then take another cab into town.
“Where should we go?” Stacy asks.
“I heard there’s a new club open on the platinum mile and apparently the music is very good. Why don’t we just go there?” I suggest. Stacy agrees that it’s a good idea and half an hour later we catch another taxi in front of her apartment. We take a ride down to the new club and when we get there we see that there is a massive queue of people waiting in front. Fortunately, the bouncer notices us and waves us to the front of the queue. He lifts up the red rope and tells us that we can go in without waiting in the queue. We feel just like royalty and I wonder if the evening can get any better than this.
“It feels as if the entire universe is opening up in front of us,” Stacy remarks as we manage to find an open table near the bar.
“It certainly does feel that way… Isn’t it strange how all the good things seem to come all at once?” I say and wave at a waiter nearby. He quickly walks over to our table and we order ourselves some exotic cocktails to continue our celebration.
“I really think we should have something to eat, just to offset the massive amounts of alcohol we have been drinking all day!” Stacy suggests and we end up ordering a platter with expensive snacks. There’s caviar, blue cheese, salmon and fruit which will provide us with enough energy to go all night long. After a while we decide to go dancing and, even though we didn’t really spend much time making ourselves pretty, we soon have a large circle of male admirers who try to move in on our personal space to dance with us. I just ignore them, but I see that Stacy is really enjoying the attention and I find myself wondering, once again, whether she has a steady boyfriend or not. If she does, she’s keeping it very quiet. I feel almost certain that there isn’t someone in her life… after all, we share absolutely everything and if she had a man I would certainly have known about it.
After a while we go back to our table and have some more drinks and snacks. I look at my phone and see that I have two missed calls, both from Brad. I quickly call him back, but there is so much noise inside the nightclub that I can’t hear a word he’s saying.
“I love you!” I shout into my cell phone and then end the call. I quickly write Brad a text to tell him that I couldn’t hear him above all the noise and that he should text me what he wants to say to me. I sit there anxiously, waiting for Brad’s reply… But then I drop the phone out of my hand as I see someone standing right next to our table. It suddenly feels as if my heart has been clutched in an icy grip by some invisible hand… I look up at the massive biker who came to my office a couple of weeks ago to insult and threaten me.
“I see that the two of you are having quite the time out here tonight,” he says in a rough voice and I can tell that he’s been drinking a lot.
“Listen, I don’t want any trouble and I suggest you just leave!” Stacy says but the biker shoves her so hard with his hand that she falls off her chair. I look around frantically for a bouncer, but the place is so full and there is so much going on that no one even notices the altercation we’re having with this violent man.
“I think you’d better leave us alone!” I shout at the top of my voice, “my boyfriend will soon be here and then he’ll teach you a lesson!”
“You mean Brad? As far as I know he’s out on a little road trip with his biker buddies so I am not expecting him anytime soon,” the filthy biker says and grabs me by the arm. His grip is like a vice and, even though I try my best to escape from it, he very easily pulls me away with him as he starts walking towards the entrance of the club.
“Leave me alone you bastard!” I shout but he just keeps dragging me with him.
“You know what? I paid my full share of the seven hundred and fifty thousand dollars that night at the virgin auction and I don’t feel like I got quite enough of you at the gang bang afterwards… I was thinking we can go over to my place and have some more fun tonight!” he growls and I can tell that he’s very serious. He’s planning on raping me and perhaps even doing me serious bodily harm! He finally pushes me outside and, at last, one of the bouncers notices that I’m having a problem. He quickly rushes over, but before the bouncer can intervene I hear a beautiful, familiar voice calling out.
“Leave him to me!” Brad shouts and when I look to my left I see that he’s standing right next to the bouncer. The massive biker lets go of my arm and he looks straight at Brad with a very menacing posture.
“Ronald Johnson, I would never have taken you for a rapist and a woman abuser… But I guess we learn something new every day, don’t we?” Brad says and I can tell that he and the massive biker know each other.
“Why don’t you just cut it out! I’m sick and tired of you telling everyone in the motorcycle club what to do and I think I should remind you that I know your girlfriend reasonably well myself! Or have you forgotten…”
My attacker doesn’t get any further, as Brad moves forward at lightning speed and executes a flying kick which looks like something straight out of a martial arts movie. He connects the massive biker flush in the face with his boot and the guy goes flying through the air from the sheer force of the kick. But Brad isn’t finished with him. He rushes forward and, as the bastard would-be rapist staggers to his feet, Brad unleashes a flurry of kicks and punches on him which are so stunning and powerful that the large biker is soon bleeding from wounds all over his face and body. My hero finishes it off with a roundhouse kick which connects the large biker on his temple and sends him down for the count. Stacy appears out of the blue and kicks the biker in his ribs. It’s a bit of an overkill, but I actually feel like the bastard deserves it. After all, he was the one who knocked Stacy down inside the nightclub and it’s only fair that she gets to pay him back in kind. It’s easy to tell that the massive bastard isn’t going to get up after all of that and as I look up I see a police van pulling up with flashing lights and a siren.
Brad rushes over to my side and gives me a big smile. He pulls me close to him and I feel incredibly safe as I stand there in his arms.
“Don’t worry, everything’s going to be okay now,” he whispers in my ear and I’ve never heard a sweeter sound in my entire life.
“But how did you know what was going on? How did you get here so fast?” I ask and look at Brad with a perplexed expression.
“That’s what I was calling you about,” Brad says and looks me straight in the eye, “I was telling you that me and the other guys from the motorcycle club decided to come home early and that I’ll be coming to meet you here at the club.”
“That’s fantastic news, but how did you know we were here?” I ask, still perplexed.
“You’ve got your friend Stacy to thank for that… she texted me earlier and I asked her not to tell you I was on my way as I wanted to surprise you here tonight,” Brad says with a broad grin, “When I called you I was actually just pulling up in front of the club on my Harley and I was going to tell you that I’ll be meeting you inside in a minute.”
I looked over and see Stacy standing right next to me with a big grin on her face.
“You and your surprises, you’re going to give me a heart attack one day!” I say and give Stacy a big hug.
“Thank God Brad arrived in time and that you’re safe,” Stacy says and then the three of us all have a group hug together.
“What the hell is going on here?” the cop who pulled up earlier in his van asks as he joins our conversation. The bouncer walks up and quickly informs the cop of everything that happened.
“That bastard over there on the ground tried to abduct this girl,” the bouncer says and points his finger at me, “and then this guy over here saved her from his attack.”
Stacy also starts talking to the cop and gives him her statement. She tells him all about the way the same man had come to my office a couple of weeks earlier to insult and threaten me. She also tells the cop how the man had shoved her off her chair inside the nightclub and I can see the cop getting angrier by the minute as she continues talking to him.
“I guess we have your boyfriend to thank for the fact that you’re safe… but don’t worry, your attacker is already handcuffed in the back of my police van and I can assure you that he’s going away to jail for a very long time,” the cop says to me and when I look over at his van I see my attacker sitting there with his bloodied face, still looking dazed and confused.
Eventually, everyone who came outside to look at the debacle goes back inside the nightclub and we all decide that we’ve had enough entertainment for the evening.
“I think you should come and spend the night with me at my house,” Brad says and I nod my head gratefully. We say good night to Stacy as she gets into a cab and then I get on the back of Brad’s Harley and hold on tight to his strong body as he drives us home to his place.
Chapter 18: Brad
We spend the night at my house and I just hold Jenny close to me until she falls asleep. I listen to her breathing and feel extremely grateful for the fact that Stacy told me they were at the nightclub. I really don’t know what I would’ve done if something had happened to her and I now know for a fact that I cannot bear thinking of my life without Jenny.
I still feel incredibly stunned by the fact that Ronald Johnson went and tried to move in on Jenny behind my back. I guess I should’ve known that his generally aggressive attitude was a danger sign, even though I always thought of him as just another bad attitude biker in the LA dragons motorcycle club. Fortunately, he was probably going to spend the next decade of his life behind bars and perhaps he could form some romantic interests with some of his prison inmates over that period.
We wake up the next morning and I kiss Jenny gently on her lips. She opens her eyes and smiles at me.
“What a gorgeous sight for sore eyes so early in the morning,” she whispers and I can feel my cock stirring with desire. I run my fingers across her naked body and soon she starts exploring mine. I kiss her all over and make sure I don’t miss a single inch. When I start licking her pussy she moans with deep desire and I stick my tongue all the way inside her. I want to explore her all over… know every last secret her body has to offer and when she shudders with her first orgasm I know that we are probably not going to make it out of the bedroom for the rest of the day.
She pushes me on my back and starts sucking my cock with gusto. I feel as if she’s going to swallow me whole and when she starts squeezing my balls gently with her fingers I feel as if I’m losing all control… Just before I blow my load, she stops and looks at me with inviting eyes. Then she lays down on her back and opens her legs wide. I don’t need to be invited twice and slowly push my cock all the way inside her wet slit. I start moving my hips in slow, circular movements until I can feel the passion reaching higher and higher between us… Then I start fucking her harder, deeper and with more force. She throws her head back with the lust of the moment and I think to myself that I’ve never seen a more beautiful sight in my entire life. I start fucking her with reckless abandon and I love the way she responds with powerful thrusts of her own hips. I can feel myself getting closer and closer… and then I can finally take no more of the sensational pleasure she offers me. I pull out my cock and shoot my load all over her beautiful, naked body. She rubs it into her skin and looks at me with a wild, animal-like expression. The green of her eyes are like the eyes of a tigress, watching me; inviting me to do it to her again.
She climbs on top of me and started riding me as if I’m a wild horse running through the plains. I’m stunned by her appetite and stamina and when we finally fall down on our backs an hour later I feel like we’re going to need some kind of energy if we’re going to keep this up all day.
“Why don’t you stay here and I will go and make us some breakfast,” I say and she looks at me with delighted surprise.
“You cook? I never knew you could do that… I mean, old Rawlins always makes all of the food whenever I come to visit you,” she says and I just smile at her.
“There’s a lot of things about me you don’t know yet,” I say.
“Brad, the time has come for us to be totally open and honest with each other,” she says and looks at me with a sudden sincerity, “from now on no more secrets and I want you to feel free to share everything about your personal life with me.”
“I agree. I never thought the day would come when I would say this, but I actually trust you with my very life,” I say and mean every single word of it. Jenny has shown me what a real relationship can be like and, now that I have come to know and love her the way I do, I can never go back to those meaningless relationships I used to have with all the bimbos before.
I go downstairs and make us some scrambled eggs, bacon and toast. I guess when I told Jenny that I could cook I was exaggerating a little, but I still feel like she will be suitably impressed with the delicious breakfast I prepare for us. I make us a large pot of black coffee and then take everything up to the room with me on a tray.
We spend the rest of the morning up in my room, doing the most beautiful things to each other. Then, when it gets around noon, we go downstairs and take a swim in my indoor swing pool. The water is cool and refreshing and Rawlins serves us cocktails while we cool off. He makes us a delicious lunch of cold meats and salads and we have a veritable feast in the lounge. Jenny tells Rawlins to join us and I nodded my head to indicate that it will be okay.
“Well, okay… If you’re absolutely certain it will be acceptable,” he says and gingerly takes a seat at the table. Jenny and I both burst out laughing at his childlike reluctance and he finally seems to relax.
“I have decided that tonight will be the night when I give Jenny a little music show and you are also invited,” I say to Rawlins and he looks pleasantly surprised.
“Thank you so much Sir!” he says with a very sincere, excited expression on his face, “I’ve been telling you for the longest time that your music is your greatest talent and I can think of nothing better than attending your music show with your wonderful lady friend!”
I find myself thinking that Rawlins is actually the best friend I have. I know I share a lot of other things with my fellow bikers in the motorcycle club, but Rawlins has been the one who has been there with me through thick and thin. He’s the one who used to frown upon my meaningless relationships with all of those airhead women and he has also been the one who encouraged me when I started seeing Jenny. Jenny and I decide to take a ride on my bike and Rawlins promises that he will prepare some delightful snacks and drinks for the evening’s entertainment. We take a long ride out to the field where we made love under the tree and, just to celebrate old times, we do it all over again. I discover that I’ve started thinking of our lovemaking is just that… making love, and not just having sex. Every time we join our naked bodies together in a passionate embrace, it is as if we come away from it as a stronger unit… stronger together as one.
We finally get back on the Harley and drive home to where Rawlins has already laid out a table with snacks and drinks.
I end up playing all of the songs I know to a great applause from Jenny and Rawlins. They enjoy it so much that I play through my entire repertoire of songs twice and, they probably enjoy it even more the second time.
Later that evening Jenny and I retire to the upstairs bedroom and I shake Rawlins’s hand before Jenny and I make our way up the stairs.
“I want to tell you that you are not only my butler, Rawlins,” I say and look him straight in the eye, “you are also my best friend!”
“Thank you sir… Brad,… I mean sir,” Rawlins stutters and I burst out laughing and slap him on his back.
“You can call me whatever you like Rawlins,” I say and he nods his head with a smile before walking off to his own room.
Jenny and I go upstairs and get naked… it isn’t long before we are at it again just like two sex-crazed minxes. We make love all night long and finally fall asleep in each other’s arms.
“What are we going to do for Valentine’s Day?” Jenny asks me the next morning when we wakes up.
“Valentine’s Day? When is that?” I ask, surprised.
“Today is Valentine’s Day, silly!” Jenny says and gives me a kiss on my lips. I think about it for a moment and I suddenly know exactly what I want to do to celebrate this special day with Jenny.
“I think I will go and do some shopping for us and then I will come and pick you up at the office later… that is, if you are planning on going into the office?”
Jenny thinks about it for a moment and then nods her head. “Yes, I think I should get back to the office and just make sure everything is still on track. Stacy and I have decided that we are going to go international with our online magazine after we won that competition.”
“You won a competition? You never even told me about it!” I say, “that’s just one more thing to celebrate tonight!”
Jenny looks really excited about my idea and a little while later I drop her off at the office with a promise to pick her up around 5 o’clock that same afternoon. Then I get back on my bike and head off to town to go and do some all-important shopping. I have a big surprise for Jenny tonight, as I’m going to take her to the old family mansion where we used to live when my father was still alive. I inherited it, together with his international hotel chain, and it is just standing empty at the moment. The place is, however, well looked after and I’m sure she will really enjoy seeing it.
I glance up at the sky and it is clear and blue as far as the eye can see… I find myself thinking that all of the stormy clouds in my life have disappeared forever and it is all thanks to Jenny… the incredible girl I met that night at the virgin auction. I guess we all ended up facing some of the consequences of that reckless night… with Ronald Johnson attacking her at the nightclub that way, but it was thankfully all in the past now and I am ready to confidently go into the future with Jenny walking by my side… or driving with me on the back of my Harley.
Chapter 19: Jenny
It feels really good to be back at work and Stacy and I spend most of the day discussing our plans for the future. We decide that we will soon take a trip together to various countries and open up new offices everywhere. We now have more than four thousand paid subscribers and many powerful companies advertising in our magazine, with the result that money is really not much of a consideration anymore.
“I’m just glad everything has worked out so well and that we survived the terrible scare we had at the nightclub the other day,” Stacy says when we wrap up our discussion about the future expansion of the magazine.
“I guess it really is true what they say… all’s well that ends well,” I say with a happy smile. We go over to the kitchen and make ourselves a large pot of tea and then go back into the boardroom to take a break.
“There is something I’ve been meaning to ask you,” I say very carefully while we sit there having hot tea, “do you actually have a man in your life?”
Stacy looks at me for a moment and then a secretive smile spreads across her attractive facial features. “Let’s just say that I’m working on it and that I have a very specific plan in that regard,” she says.
“Would you care to elaborate on that? Just exactly what is this plan that you have?” I ask, all curious.
“I know we share everything, but I would prefer to keep this specific plan a secret till later… but you will be the first one to know when it actually works out!” she says with a twinkle in her eye. I decide not to push her further on the issue and know that she will tell me when she’s ready to. I just really hope that she will also be as lucky as I have been to find a guy like Brad. She works so hard every day and I cannot bear the thought of her not having someone there to love her and hold her at night…especially on Valentine’s day.
We go back to work, but I find it hard to concentrate. I really look forward to Brad’s surprise and I cannot imagine what it might be. I wonder if he’s going to play me some more music on his guitar… or if he’s perhaps going to take me to a special restaurant for dinner. When the clock ticks over to 5 PM I shut my laptop and say goodbye to Stacy. She assures me that she has plans for the evening and I rush outside to go and see where Brad is. I expect him to be waiting there for me next to his art, but I see no one.
“Do you need me to wait around here for a while?” The security guard asks when he sees that I’m looking around for someone.
“Yes, I would actually appreciate that,” I say and we stand around there for another ten minutes or so and shoot the breeze while I’m waiting for Brad. The security guard tells me that he’s also planning something special for himself and his wife that evening and I find myself wondering if my own evening is actually going to work out… What if Brad got caught up somewhere? I feel fairly certain that he won’t let me down without a good reason, but I’m not entirely sure whether he perhaps has to take care of some kind of business with his international hotel chain from time to time. Whatever the reason for his delay, I only get his answering service when I tried to call him and the longer he stays away the more I start feeling worried that something might have happened to him. What if he had an accident on his bike… Or what if that crazy biker friend of his broke out of jail and attacked him? A thousand insane thoughts suddenly rush through my mind and I tell myself just to stay calm.
I find myself thinking back to what happened after the guy came to threaten me at my office. I totally lost at that time and I’m determined not to act the same way again. Whatever the reason for the fact that Brad is not here to pick me up, I trust him now and I’m not going to doubt him for even a second. I think of the last couple of days we spent together and realize that we have a very strong bond and I tell myself that nothing is going to come between us again from this point on.
Just when am about to really start panicking, I hear the familiar sound of Brad’s Harley Davidson and when I look up I see him driving up at high speed towards me.
“Hi there baby! I’m so sorry I’m late, but I got caught up with my… erm shopping,” he says with a broad smile and I fling my arms around him and give him a hug “I don’t care… I’m just really glad to see you,” I say and get on the back of his Harley.
We drive off and after a while I notice that this is not the way to Brad’s own place. I figure that he’s probably taking me to a restaurant or a night club somewhere, so I just relax as we drive along the unfamiliar road. We drive right up to a very rich neighborhood of Los Angeles and stop in front of a very large, imposing looking gate. Brad presses a button on a remote and the gate swings open in front of us. We drive up the long driveway and, even though I would never have thought it could be possible, this place looks even more expensive than Brad’s own house.
We stop in front of the place and get off the bike. I take a moment just to get used to my surroundings and looked up at the massive house. There is something incredibly serene and peaceful about it, even though it is probably the largest human dwelling I’ve ever laid my eyes on in my entire life.
“Wow! This place really is a palace!” I say and look at the mansion in front of me with absolute awe. It has three stories and long, pointed spires at the sides which makes it look like one of those castles in the English countryside.
“My dad actually based the design of this house on one of the castles he saw during a visit to the English countryside,” Brad says with a smile, “the place has been standing empty and I’ve just not had the heart to rent it out to someone else… I guess I have too many good memories of the times I spent here with my parents when they were still alive.”
“You know that I would live with you in a small little shack and that material things really don’t impress me… but I have to say that this is really special!” I say and run up the stairs with Brad. A young servant girl of no more than twenty-five years of age opens up for us and beckons us inside. The place looks incredible insight and there are many golden chandeliers hanging from the ceiling. Brad takes me on a little tour of the inside and it takes us more than an hour to visit all the rooms, with the servant girl walking right behind us. When we finally get downstairs again, Brad takes me to the dining area and there is a long table with enough space to seat that at least forty people.
“This is the large banquet hall where my dad used to have large work functions for all of his international staff,” Brad explains.
“The place looks fit for a king estimation mark” I say and Brad nodded his head.
“That is exactly why I brought you here tonight… You are my Queen and nothing less than a royal banquet hall will do for what I have in mind.”
“Okay Brad, just break the suspense already! What is this big surprise that you have for me tonight?” I ask.
“What? You mean me bringing you to this castle is not enough of a surprise?” Brad teases and I slap him playfully on his shoulder.
“You know what I mean… you said that you were going shopping and that it had something to do with the surprise?”
“Oh yes, that… Why don’t we have some dinner first and then I will get to the big surprise,” Brad says and we sit down at the table. The servant girl walks over to an antique table and switches on the modern sound system resting on top of it. She turns up the volume and the most beautiful violin music fills the air. She claps her hands and the next moment three neatly dressed waiters appear with the first dishes. We immediately start digging into the crumbed mushrooms, goat cheese salad and other delectable dishes.
Soon the waiters bring out the main dish and it’s one of those pigs with an apple in his mouth, just like you always see in the medieval movies. They slice us each some of the succulent meat and it tastes magnificent with sweet apple sauce on top. The meal is rounded off with some ice cream and chocolate sauce.
“And now my love, it is time for your Valentine’s Day surprise,” Brad says and gets up from the head of the table. I look at him expectantly and wonder just exactly what kind of surprise he’s going to spring on me. He walks out of the room and leaves me there, hanging on in suspense. I find my mind wandering back to the incredible past couple of weeks with Brad. I can still recall how I picked him out from the rest of his biker friends the night at the mansion, just after I took part in the virgin auction. Even then there was something about the sparkle in his eye which suggested to me that there was something more between us than just the purely physical aspect. I can still recall how I pushed him away every time he tried to get near to me… I think of those times he showed up at the office and phoned me at work, only to have the door shut firmly in his face. I think of the day when he showed up with his guitar and started singing the most beautiful songs to me right outside the office… how I looked at him with new eyes and realized that there was much more to him than just a lust filled biker looking for fun. I think of the time we spent together in San Marino and how wonderful it was to go to that little sushi restaurant with him. I think of all the times we spent at his mansion and the wonderful music show he gave me and Rawlins. As I go through all of this in my mind I suddenly don’t care whether the surprise of the evening lives up to my expectations or not… the most important thing is that Brad and I are still together, despite all of the challenges and obstacles we had to overcome to reach this point.
I hear footsteps coming and look up as I hear Brad approaching. He walks back inside the room and he has his guitar with him. I look at him with unashamed love in my eyes and he looks straight back at me the same way.
“I have written you a song and I am going to sing it to you tonight,” Brad says.
He starts playing me the most beautiful original song and I have tears in my eyes as I listen to him singing. This really is the most incredible surprise he could ever give me and just the mere fact of having him here in front of me, singing my very own song to me in that beautiful, deep baritone voice is like heaven on earth.
“Thank you Brad, that is really the most beautiful song I’ve heard in my whole life and this is the best Valentine’s Day I’ve ever had,” I say and walk over to him. I have tears in my eyes when I bend down and kiss him on his lips.
“Wait… there’s more,” Brad says and I cannot believe my ears. This day is already perfect as it is and Brad has more surprises in store for me? I watch in a daze as Brad gets up from his chair and kneels in front of me. He takes a small little box out of his pocket and then opens it up. Inside is a ring with a massive, shiny diamond and I inhale deeply with delighted shock and surprise.
“Beautiful Jenny, will you be my queen and my wife?” Brad says and I look at him through my tears.
“Yes Brad….yes, I will be your wife,” I say and kneel down with him. We kiss for the longest time and he slides the ring onto my finger.
“There, that’s a ring fit for royalty,” Brad says with a proud smile. I look at the ring and am absolutely stunned by the sheer size and brilliance of the diamond. Then I look at Brad and realize that each of my wildest dreams have come true in this moment.
“Now, if you will be so kind as to accompany me, I would love to show you the master bedroom on the third floor,” Brad says with a smile.
“Wait a second, haven’t you already showed me every room in the mansion during our little tour earlier?” I ask with a naughty grin.
“No, I keep one room, if you will recall,” Brad says. I think back and recall that there was one specific room which we didn’t go inside.
“Well, then I guess you’d better take me out there and show me what this secret master bedroom looks like,” I say and Brad takes me by the hand and leads me up the stairs. We go up to the secret bedroom and he unlocks it with a special key. When the door swings open I’m totally blown away by the sheer opulence and luxury of the room. There is a massive king-size bed in the middle of it and the most beautiful antique gold fittings everywhere. A large crystal chandelier hangs from the roof and bathes the entire room in a soft light.
“Welcome to the Royal suite,” Brad says with a smile and takes me in his arms. We fall down on the bed and I realize that this is going to be another very long night of love and passion. I close my eyes as Brad starts undressing me and send up a prayer of gratitude for all of the wonderful blessings which have been bestowed upon us.
Epilogue
It is still Valentine’s Day and the moon hangs peacefully above the woods outside Los Angeles. It’s a starry night and the perfect setting for a fairytale. A taxi comes driving up the road and stops in front of a large gate. A moment later the gate swings open and the taxi proceeds to drive all the way up to a large mansion.
The taxi stops and a beautiful young girl gets out. She tells the taxi driver to wait for her and then turns around and walks up to the mansion. It is the same mansion where Jenny originally auctioned herself off for Seven hundred and fifty thousand dollars and it seems that there is a special Valentine’s Day auction tonight, with some more naked girls getting ready to auction themselves off to the highest bidder.
There is an electric excitement in the air as some rich men start arriving in their expensive cars. It seems as if every attractive, rich playboy in Los Angeles has decided to attend this evening’s auction and the man at the door smiles with satisfaction as each rich playboy pays a thousand dollars to gain entry to the mansion and the evenings proceedings.
It is difficult to see who the young woman who has just arrived in the taxi, as she is wearing a coat with a hood, but she walks with a certainty in her gait and she seems to be very confident. Some of the rich men look at her with great excitement and admiration as she walks up the stairs in front of them. The girl’s name is ticked off on a list and she is allowed inside the mansion, where the Valentine’s Day Virgin Auction is about to start.
The girl looks around her with a certain ease which suggests that this is not her first visit to the mansion. She takes off her coat and her long, dark hair falls onto her shoulders from the hood. She walks over to an office and she fills out some paperwork.
“Now remember, as soon as the winning bid is announced you will go with the winning bidder to one of the upstairs bedrooms and you will belong to him for the rest of the night,” the man tells the girl as she hands him back the signed documents.
“Thank you, I know how it works and I’m perfectly fine with all of the rules,” the girl says and the man nods his head with apparent satisfaction.
“In that case you can move over to the stage area and have a seat with all of the other girls,” the man says and the girl walks over to the place where the auction is about to start. She sits down next to a beautiful blonde girl who looks slightly nervous.
“Hi, my name is Beatrice and I have never done anything crazy like this in my entire life!” the blonde girl says with a nervous smile, “do you feel like you’re ready for all of this?”
“Don’t worry, you’ll be just fine… pleased to meet you by the way, my name is Stacy,” the first girl says and sits down on a chair. One of the spotlights shines across her face and it turns out to be Stacy Donovan, Jenny’s friend and business partner! She smiles and thinks to herself, “If this was good enough for Jenny and helped her to find the right man, then perhaps it will work for me too!”
Stacy thinks back to the conversation she had with Jenny at the office earlier that day and wonders what her best friend would think if she had to know the precise details of the actual plan she’s made to find herself a man. She knows that this is a slightly risky business and she wonders what will happen if she is also bought and chosen for some kind of gang bang, just like Jenny was. But she realizes that risk is a part of this game and she is still ready and willing to go through with it all.
An announcer walks out on stage and takes the microphone to great applause from all of the men present. Stacy looks out at the crowd from behind the curtains and she estimates that there are easily more than three hundred men in the audience. There is an expectant electricity in the air as the first girl walks out onto the stage, stark naked. She’s a beautiful, dark skinned girl with long, black hair and there is something Spanish about her appearance. The men go absolutely wild and very soon the bid is up to three hundred thousand dollars.
“I’ve got three hundred thousand dollars… Who will give me three hundred and fifty… Three hundred fifty?… how about three hundred fifty thousand dollars!” the auctioneer shouts excitedly.
“Three hundred and fifty thousand dollars going once… going twice… aaaaand the bid is awarded to the gentleman in the front row for three hundred and fifty thousand dollars!” the auctioneer shouts and everyone applauds enthusiastically. Some guys make catcalls and some others wolf whistle from the midst of the crowd.
Stacy cast a furtive glance at the young, playboy looking type in the front row who has just spent three hundred and fifty thousand dollars on the virgin of his choice. He looks very excited with his winning bid and immediately walks backstage to go and meet the girl. For some reason, Stacy cannot help but feel that it would be a letdown if someone like the young playboy had to put up the winning bid on her… she kind of feels as if it would be good karma for her to follow in Jenny’s footsteps and spend the night with more than just one guy banging her.
As the next couple of girls are auctioned off, it becomes clear that there are some groups bidding together on some of the girls. When Stacy realizes this fact it immediately sends shivers of excitement down her spine… It might just be possible for her to also get auctioned off to a group of hungry men and follow in the footsteps of her fortunate friend. The winning bids range from three hundred thousand upwards and one girl even gets auctioned off for five hundred and fifty thousand dollars. But no one has come close to matching Jenny’s price of seven hundred and fifty thousand dollars yet and Stacy feels almost certain that the evening will not deliver a bid quite that high again.
“And now, ladies and gentlemen… or, let me rather say gentleman as we have no ladies bidding here tonight,” the auctioneer says to spontaneous laughter and applause from the audience, “ we now come to the very last girl for the evening and I can assure you that we have kept the best for last… this beautiful brunette has a body to die for and she is worth every last cent you can afford!” The auctioneer motions for Stacy to walk up on stage and, without thinking about it any longer, she gets up and walks out into the spotlight. At first, it feels slightly strange to be naked in front of so many men, but she quickly gets used to it and starts strutting her stuff to the sound of some lively rock and roll music playing in the background.
When the music stops playing, the auctioneer starts the bidding process immediately.
“For this beautiful girl I’m going to set the opening bid at two hundred thousand dollars…, On! That gives me two hundred thousand dollars?”
Stacy looks out at the sea of male faces in front of her and suddenly wonders if the auctioneer has not bitten off more than he can chew. What will happen if no one wants to offer even two hundred thousand dollars for her? Just imagine the humiliation…
“Two hundred and fifty thousand dollars!” someone shouts out from the middle of the crowd and when Stacy looks in the direction where the voice came from she sees a familiar face. At first, she cannot quite place the guy’s face in her memory and she doesn’t quite know why she recognizes him. But then she thinks back to the night when Jenny was auctioned off from the very same stage she’s standing on herself and she realizes that it’s one of the bikers who was also there that evening!
“That’s the spirit! I’ve got two hundred and fifty thousand dollars… Who will give me three hundred?”
Stacy looks out over the crowd again and now, at least, the bid stands at a decent total. It’s still the lowest bid of the evening, but Stacy feels that she will be able to live with it if she only gets two hundred and fifty thousand dollars out of all this.
“Three hundred thousand dollars!” a smart, elderly gentleman shouts out from the front row and Stacy feels her heart beating wildly in her chest. It’s one thing to stand next to the stage and watch one of your friends being offered hundreds of thousands of dollars for her virginity, but it’s quite something else to actually do it yourself and to feel the incredible power of realizing that men are prepared to pay such mind blowing sums of cash to spend one night of passion with you.
“Three hundred and fifty thousand dollars! Now that’s what I call a decent bid” the auctioneer shouts through his microphone and waves his free arm frantically through the air, “Now who will give me four hundred thousand dollars for this beautiful girl… just take a look at her, she is certain to blow your mind if you can get to spend an evening alone with her!”
Stacy looks over at the biker who placed a large bid earlier and she sees him talking to some of his biker friends. They all seem to be in agreement as they excitedly nod their heads and the next moment the man shouts out, “Five hundred thousand dollars!”
There is a hushed silence for just a moment and then the entire place erupts. Everyone cheers wildly and some people applaud the bid of half a million dollars. Stacy smiles broadly as she realizes that she has now received the second highest bid of the evening. It gives her a tremendous boost of self-confidence and she starts shaking her body sensuously on the stage while all of the men watch with hypnotized attention.
“Six hundred thousand dollars!” Someone shouts out and this time you’d swear that all these men were football fans and they were at a Super Bowl final. People shout and cheer wildly and high five the rich young man who has just placed a bid for six hundred thousand dollars, the highest of the evening!
Stacy is so excited that she runs her hands sensually across her breasts and naked body. It’s a gesture of celebration and she enjoys flaunting her sexuality for all the rest of the men to see. She fully expects to hear the auctioneer closing the bid on six hundred thousand dollars any moment now and, even though she would’ve loved to have spent the evening with the group of bikers, she feels that six hundred thousand dollars will go a very long way towards providing her with the financial ability to invest heavily in her and Jenny’s magazine and to become an equal partner in the business in every possible way. She looks over at the group of bikers one last time and blow them a seductive kiss. They all look at her with hungry admiration and she sees them talking amongst themselves. She imagines that they are trying to console each other about the fact that they couldn’t seem to put up the winning bid on her. Then the biker who has done the bidding so far turns around and looks straight at her while she is still strutting her stuff on stage. He seems to hesitate for just a moment and then turns to talk to his friends again.
“Six hundred thousand dollars! Do I hear anyone saying six hundred and fifty thousand? Six hundred and fifty thousand for an evening with this beautiful, buxom brunette!” the auctioneer shouts and Stacy can hear a murmur going around the room as all the men whisper to each other.
“Six hundred thousand dollars! Going once… going twice…” The auctioneer hesitates for just a moment and then Stacy sees the biker turning towards her again and slowly raising his arm up in the air. The auctioneer realizes that he still needs to give the man an opportunity for a last ditch effort to improve on the bid of six hundred thousand dollars, so he waits for just a second.
“One million dollars!” the biker shouts out and the room goes absolutely silent. You can hear a pin drop and Stacy finds herself wondering if the guy has just made a joke… or perhaps a mistake. But the biker punches the air with his first and shouts it out again, “One million dollars for that girl!”
The applause that breaks out right after that is even louder than anything Stacy has heard so far during the evening and she jumps up and down with delight as she realizes that the seemingly impossible is actually true. The group of bikers have just offered One Million Dollars for her virginity and a moment later she hears the auctioneer shouting out above the ruckus.
“One Million Dollars going once, going twice… sold for One Million Dollars to the gentleman there!”
Stacy walks off the stage in a daze of excited bewilderment and she soon sees the group of bikers walking over in her direction. She doesn’t wait for them and starts walking towards the group to meet all of the testosterone filled bikers for an evening of unadulterated sexual fun and excitement.
Stacy’s heart beats wildly in her chest and she can’t wait to see if the rest of this Virgin Auction will work out just as well for her as it worked out for her best friend.
***End of Sneak Peak***
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