Chapter 2: Sammy
“You wanna tell me what you were thinking about?” Carina asked, leaning forward to offer me a hit of the joint she held between her thumb and index finger. I held up a soapy hand to wave her away. She settled back on her end of the giant soaker tub and pulled the bubbles over her tits. As I usually did to end a long weekend at Club D, I was in the tub in the bathroom of her private suite. Club D was open from midnight Friday night till midnight Sunday night. The Escorts had their own rooms on the second floor. Carina and the other Specialists all enjoyed luxury suites on the third floor with me, Isaac, and Denny.
“I wasn’t thinking about anything,” I said with a sigh, leaning my head back and closing my eyes.
“You certainly weren’t thinking about fucking me,” she said. She stretched out her foot and dug her goes into my side. “Come on, you can tell me. What’s up with you?”
I pushed my wet hands back through my hair, then down my cheeks. I said, “I don’t know. You’ll probably think it’s stupid.”
She cut her blue eyes at me. “Sammy, how long have we known each other?”
I shrugged with my eyes. “Three years.”
“And during that time haven’t we become good friends?” She shook a bubbly finger at me. “Not just fuck buddies, but good friends?”
“We have.”
“And haven’t I told you practically everything about my life? I’ve told you about bringing my entire family from Russia. About my son. The men in my life?”
“Yes, though I don’t really like hearing about the other men in your life,” I said with a smile. “But yes, you share everything with me.”
“And do you know why I do that?”
“So, I’ll let you ride my monster cock?”
She huffed at me. “I can ride all the monster cocks I want,” she said. “Yours is big, Sammy the Sausage, but I’ve seen bigger.”
“Who?”
“None of your business,” she said with a smile. “So, tell me, what’s bugging you because I can tell something is? If I’m fucking a man’s brains out and he’s thinking about other things, I want to know what’s more interesting at that moment than my pussy on his cock.”
“Fine,” I said with a heavy sigh. “I guess I’m just wondering if this is all there is to life.”
“This?” Carina gave me a funny look. She sucked on the joint and held the smoke for a moment, then blew a plume toward the ceiling and waved her hands in the air. “I’m sorry, Mr. Billionaire with the big cock. Define this?”
I rolled my eyes. “You know what I mean.”
“No, Sammy, I don’t. Enlighten me.”
“I mean, my life is great,” I said, trying not to whine. “I have money, influence, lots of cool stuff… but is that all there is to life? Amassing money and stuff?”
Carina narrowed her blue eyes at me for a moment, then smiled. “Oh my god… You’re lonely.”
Lonely?
Me?
No way.
I was Sammy Branniff, COO of one of the largest companies in the world, heralded by many to be one of the great business minds of the internet age. I was a former college and NFL star and had women lined up around the block to sleep with me. I owned houses, cars, boats, airplanes—even a fucking island in the South Pacific. How the hell could I be lonely?
Carina gently rubbed the heel of her foot against my cock and balls. “Is it because Isaac and Denny have found their soul mates? Are you feeling a little left behind, my little monster cock?”
I took her foot between my hands and lifted it out of the water. I rubbed it against my cheek. “You know me too well,” I said. “Are you sure I can’t interest you in becoming Mrs. Branniff?”
She huffed and pulled her foot away, splashing me with bubbles. “Like that would last,” she said, shaking her head. “I’ve told a hundred times. I like girls.”
“I know,” I said, resting my arms on the side of the tub and wiggling my fingers at her. “I can still dream though.”
“Besides me, who do you dream of?” she asked.
“Besides you? No one.”
“Bullshit. Who?”
Who did I dream of? One name, one face, came to mind.
“Well, there is this woman at the office that I find very attractive,” I said. “Her name is Andrea Nichols. She is Denny’s new marketing assistant.”
Carina gave me a devilish look. Beneath the bubbles, she cupped my flaccid cock between her feet and started teasing me. My cock responded immediately, getting rock hard between her feet. She started to slowly slide her feet up and down the shaft.
“Tell me about her,” Carina said in a whisper. “Pretend it’s her milking your cock.”
I leaned my head back and closed my eyes. “She’s beautiful. Amazonian. She’s nearly six feet tall. Was a volleyball star at UCLA.” I swallowed hard as my cock swelled between Carina’s feet.
“Tell me what she looks like,” Carina said.
“She’s Irish… fair complexion… long red hair… beautiful green eyes…”
“Tell me about her body.”
“Like I said… tall… lean… muscular… nice tits… not too big… but… nice… round… long legs… muscular… saw her at the company gym… she was doing Cross Fit... her nipples were hard… they stuck out like… thimbles…”
“Do you think she shaves her pussy?” Carina asked. I didn’t have to open my eyes to know that she was fingering her clit and pussy as she was jacking me off with her feet. Carina loved women as much as I did.
“Yes, I think she shaves… her pussy…”
“Her clit… is it long… hard…”
“Yes…” I hissed the words. I grabbed onto the sides of the tub and held on as Carina’s feet worked their magic. I could hear her breathing getting heavy as she worked her fingers inside her pussy.
“Pull back her clit hood…” Carina said, nearly moaning now. “Do you see her clit… The little pink nub… hard… moist... aching for your lips…”
“Yes… I see it…”
“Taste it,” Carina said, panting now. “Flick her clit with your tongue… take it between your lips… suck it like a tiny cock…”
“Yes…”
“Her pussy lips… are they pink and moist…”
“Yes…” I was breathing harder now. My cock felt as if it might pop right out of the water. “Her pussy is hot… pink… it tastes salty on my tongue…”
“She’s moaning now,” Carina said, breathless. “Stick your tongue in her hole... lick her sweet juices… hold her pussy lips open with your fingers… lick her… taste her…”
My tongue darted across my lips. I could taste Andrea’s pussy… I could feel her hot juices on my lips… in my mouth… swallowing…
“She’s going to cum…” Carina said, her feet expertly pumping my cock as both her hands worked her pussy and ass. We were splashing the water over the side of the tub, but neither of us cared.
“Fuck… Carina…”
“No… Andrea… I am Andrea…”
“Fuck… Andrea…”
“Cum for me my darling,” she said, the breath hitching in her throat. “Oh… fuck… cum with me… now…”
I grunted as I shot my load into the hot water. Carina squealed and mashed my cock head between her feet. She spasmed for a moment. I grabbed her feet to keep them still as I finished cumming.
When I opened my eyes, Andrea was not there, but Carina was, looking at me, smiling devilishly. She got to her knees and crawled to me, then stretched out to lay on top of me with our noses touching.
“Andrea is a lucky girl to have someone like you fantasizing about her,” she said, giving me a pick on the lips. “Why don’t you make your fantasies come true?”
“You think I should talk to her?”
She smiled. “Sammy Branniff, since when are you so shy?”
“I’m not shy,” I said, cupping her slick ass in my hands to grind her against my flaccid cock and balls. “It’s different out there than it is in here.”
“The only difference is out there you use your brain. In here you use your cock.” She kissed me again, then leaned her forehead to mine. “It’s been fun, Sammy, but I think it’s time for you to grow up.”
“I don’t want to grow up,” I said, playfully tweaking her nipples between my fingers.
She pushed herself up and gave me a sad smile.
“I know, Sammy baby, but it’s time. And I will miss you.”