Chapter 7

Randi

“This is it,” I mutter as Joey hands me a double shot of tequila. “This is proof Vic hates me.”

“He doesn’t,” Joey assures me, taking the empty glass as I try to breathe around the fire rolling down my throat.

“If he doesn’t, why am I back at Lambda Phi Gamma?”

Joey smiles, the whites of his eyes disappearing, hidden behind his chubby cheeks. “You’re the one who lied and told him that Jake was out of town until this weekend.”

“I had to do something,” I hiss. “He was going to fire me.”

“Well,” Joey says grabbing my shoulders and turning me to face the same couch I fucked Jake on last weekend. “While you wait for him to show up so you can agree to sleep with only him, you need to go fuck Wallace.”

I sneer at him.

“Go on,” he urges with a slap to my ass. “Enjoy it, because you’ll be getting the same old dick from now on if Jake is willing to actually follow through.”

As I make my way across the room, I eye the guy who confronted me on the front porch. Wallace. He’s the one I was supposed to hook up with instead of Jake.

Last weekend seems like a lifetime ago, and Wallace, a man I would’ve found attractive in the past, pales in comparison to Jake.

He may have on ripped jeans and tattoos down one arm. He may have features that confused me last time and made me mistake this man for the one I’ve already had, but taking a long look now, I know he’s a generic Jake. His tattoos are dull and cheap. The cocky grin on his face makes him look like a douchebag because it has nothing on the look I remember on Jake’s face. He looked at me like he was so sure I’d ride his cock, but at the same time, he was grateful for the opportunity.

This guy doesn’t have shit on Jake, but work is work.

“Oh, honey. Please tell me this doesn’t mean what I think it means.” I look over at the man talking to me as he pulls out his phone. His fingers go to work tapping out a message.

“Your makeup is absolute perfection.” What else can I say? Stunning, perfectly constructed peacock feathers cover the lids of both of his eyes.

“Tonight’s theme is Welcome to the Jungle,” he says as if that explains everything. He holds out his hand. “I’m Hunter, Queen of this house.”

“Cici,” I tell him even though he already knows my name. “There are peacocks in the jungle?”

He chuckles, and his smile grows wider. “Just let it happen, sweetheart. Tell me you aren’t here for that.”

I don’t even have to follow his teal-tipped finger. I know exactly who he’s pointing at. I don’t answer because it would be pointless. Joey has already set the cameras up, and both of them are pointing directly at the couch that is occupied by the Jake Wannabe.

“Well, you definitely have a type,” he mutters and begins to walk away.

“I don’t pick them!” I hiss after him, but he’s already disappeared into the crowd. “This sucks.”

I turn back toward the couch. Wallace is occupied by some girl’s tit in his mouth, and as much as everyone is enjoying the show he’s putting on for free, I have a job to do. The sooner it’s done, the sooner I can go home and snuggle with my destructive puppy.

I clear my throat as I walk up to the sofa. Neither one responds, and I pray that Wallace hasn’t been drinking. Pre-gaming, like what I just did with Joey, is the limit of what we’re allowed, and fucking someone in public is a bitch when they’re too drunk to come, or worse yet, fail to get it up.

“That’s my dick you’re grinding on,” I say after the girl attached to Wallace’s mouth groans so loud everyone in the room turns to watch us.

“Sorry, babe,” Wallace says after he releases her tit with a loud pop. He slaps her on the ass as she moves to climb off of his lap. “Find me after, and I’ll give you the ride of your life.”

She giggles, clearly already intoxicated, and stands off to the side.

“Hey, Cici,” he purrs as I step closer. He pats his lap. “Get that pretty kitty up here on my lap.”

I try not to gag at the childish sentiment, but I realize my mistake when I lift my knee to climb closer to him. I’m wearing a cheetah print skirt. It’s the best I could come up with for the party’s theme.

“I’ll make it purr like never before.”

I bite back the chuckle, wondering if he’s really this stupid or if it’s just a show for the masses.

“You don’t seem nervous at all,” I say leaning in to whisper in his ear as he clenches the cheeks of my ass in a rough grip.

“This isn’t the first time I fucked in public,” he explains, lifting my skirt so the people around us can see my thong-covered ass. The cool air on my sensitive flesh makes a chill run up my spine. “It’s just the first time I’m getting paid for it.”

His teeth capture the lobe of my ear, and another chill runs over my skin. I joined him on the couch, so sure I was going to just go through the motions of sleeping with him so I could collect my money. I can fake an orgasm with the best of them, but there’s a feeling in my lower belly right now as he flexes his hips against my clit that is telling me faking is not going to be an issue.

Maybe it’s this house that makes sex so fucking good.

Wallace pulls me from my thoughts as his warm mouth covers my tank-top shielded nipple. My head flexes back as his fingers tug on my long hair. Teeth nip at my neck from shoulder to ear as I work to open the button and zipper of his jeans.

“I’m going to fuck you hard and fast.”

I nod, the pull at my scalp heightening my desire.

“That girl that just left told me I can fuck her ass.” I whimper when his teeth bite into my jaw. “Unless you let me fuck your ass?”

“Not a chance,” I say softly on a moan. “But hard and fast sounds really good.”

“You got it, doll,” he agrees.

The next thing I know, my panties are ripped from my body, his cock is covered in latex, and I’m being impaled on his thick erection.

“Jesus,” he groans. “Now, I know what all the fuss is about.”

I roll my bottom lip between my teeth to keep from laughing out loud. I’ve slept with six guys since losing my virginity to some asshole at a party in high school, and no one has ever complained about how my body makes them feel. It was the compliments I received from guy number two that led me to SCP.

“If you have an asset that will get you what you want, use it.” Those are my mother’s words, but I’m certain becoming a porn star wasn’t where her head was at when she said them when I was younger.

I whimper, confused when my hair is pulled back. Both of Wallace’s hands are on me, one working my clit like an expert, the other pinching the nipple of my right breast.

“You’re breaking the rules.” I nearly come at the familiar voice in my ear.

“Dude,” Wallace says, only slightly annoyed. “We’re filming here.”

Jake steps into my line of vision. Gorgeous as ever, his eyes narrow as I continue to bounce on Wallace’s cock.

“Nothing to say?” Jake challenges. I shake my head, unable to form actual syllables. “Then I’ll fill your mouth until you can think of something.”

I nearly collapse at the idea of riding one cock while another is fucking my throat. I’ve never had a threesome before, and damn if it doesn’t sound like absolute perfection. I look over my shoulder at Joey. I fucked up last week and can’t take the chance of doing it again. I wait, for what seems like forever as his fingers fly over the screen on his phone. He’s getting the okay from Vic. Jake’s cock is nudging my lips by the time Joey looks up and gives me the nod of approval I need.

I all but swallow his dick a second later.

“Fuck,” he grumbles when my teeth catch on the head in my eagerness.

“Oh God damn,” Wallace mumbles as he watches my mouth work on Jake’s dick.

Salty pre-cum coats the back of my throat, and I double my efforts to earn more.

Wallace’s hand grips my breast even harder as he leans toward my ear. His proximity makes it difficult to devour Jake like I want to, but I know it looks great for the video.

“Think he’ll let me suck it?” he pants in my ear.

I growl around Jake’s cock just as he presses all the way in. Coughing, sputtering, and pulling back until he falls free, I glare at Wallace, pissed that he’d even ask. I know it’s not rational to get mad at a guy for wanting to pleasure Jake. I’d be the ultimate hypocrite since I’m sucking on one dick while riding another, but the jealousy is there nonetheless.

“Not a chance, poser,” Jake warns when Wallace opens his mouth in Jake’s direction.

“Worth a shot,” Wallace mumbles as his hands find my hips once again.

He helps me bounce on his dick while Jake focuses on my mouth.

“I’m coming,” Wallace moans as his fingers clench against my flesh.

He throbs inside of me, pulsing his orgasm.

“Vic’s gonna dock you for ruining the money shot,” I warn, but the satiated glow in Wallace’s eyes tells me he doesn’t even care.

“Take a hike,” Jake says as he lifts me from Wallace’s lap. “You can’t even get her off.”

“It was nice, though.” I give Wallace a sincere smile.

My back hits the couch, and all I can do is grip Jake’s firm shoulders as he stares down at me.

“Finding you in here on his cock—” He swallows hard, apparently angry, but that doesn’t keep his hand from working a rubber down his thick shaft. “I’m still going to fuck you.”

I nod frantically.

“I think it would be more of a punishment if I just kept my dick in your mouth.”

I nearly lift off of the couch when he swipes the head of his cock over my throbbing clit.

“Fuck her!” someone screams from the other side of the room.

Jake jolts as if remembering for the first time since his dick came out of his pants that there are people watching us.

“He should’ve made you come,” he insists as his cock nudges at my entrance.

“Yes,” I moan, both in agreement and at the incredible way he feels sliding inside of me.

“I’ve got you,” he assures me as his hips begin to pound out a rhythm matching the bass beat of the song echoing around the room.

His fingers working my nipple through my tank-top and the flex of his hips are the only motion in his body. Every other muscle is rigid, making my climax climb ten times higher and faster than ever. His body is working, energy concentrated in only the exact spots required to send me over the edge.

“Coming,” I barely huff before the muscles in my core grasp at him.

“That’s for what he couldn’t give you,” he hisses in my ear. “Now this one is from me.”

His hips work harder, thrusting faster, going deeper than I thought possible.

“Jake.” I pant, my fingers digging into the t-shirt covering his shoulders. He didn’t even bother to take it off, much like his jeans I can feel digging into the back of my thighs. The fact that he was in such a rush to fuck that he didn’t have time to do anything but pull his cock out has me moaning again.

I think it can’t get any better. Then his thumb is stroking my clit and I’m rocketing toward an orgasm I know is going to shatter me. Being the greedy slut that I am, I claw at him, legs flexing against his ass, urging him forward, begging him to give me more, until my body explodes and the room spins.

I don’t even realize he’s pulled himself out of me until the warm spurts of his cum are coating my cheeks and lips. The crowd roars around me as I lick my lips, disappointed that so much of his orgasm was wasted on my face rather than my mouth.

Before I know what’s happening, I’m lifted from the sofa. I don’t bother arguing. At this moment, there’s no other place I’d rather be than floating on this cloud with him.