Bought (His For A Week)

“He didn’t fuck you?” Ryan inquired.

“Or make you suck him off?” Claire added.

/> “That’s weird.”

“Maybe he’s super small,” Lisa suggested. “Being tall doesn’t mean you’re well hung.”

“My guy’s got a super-small dick,” sighed Ryan. “And he sucks at foreplay. In fact, there was barely any.”

“Jason tried his best to hold out for me but I could tell he was having a hard time, so I faked my orgasm. How’s Jake?”

Claire answered, “He’s got a pretty nice cock, I guess. He only had me do a blow job tonight.”

Ryan looked at Kimani. “Sounds like you’re the only one among us who got to come. Lucky bitch.”

After Kimani switched off the lights, they settled into bed, Ryan and Lisa on one mattress, and Claire and Kimani on the other.

“How was the rest of your time with Jake?” Kimani whispered to Claire.

“He took me out on his boat.”

“Did you have fun?”

Claire didn’t answer right away. “We had sex. It hurt a lot more than I expected, not like what I read in novels. Did it hurt the first time you did it?”

“Like hell. I remember thinking to myself that if this is what sex was like, I wasn’t doing it again.”

“But then it definitely gets better?”

“It gets a lot better. Especially with the right guy.”

“Jake wouldn’t let me wipe the blood away at first. He even licked it, like he was a vampire.”

“Vampires are so sexy,” Ryan said. “I wish vampires were real.”

If they were real, they wouldn’t be as sexy, Kimani thought to herself.

“Does Jake make you feel uncomfortable at all?”

“A little,” Claire admitted,” but I figure that’s because it’s just the first day.”

“Well, if he makes you too uncomfortable, I’ve got your back. We’re in this together.”

Claire turned onto her side, away from Kimani, and was soon breathing deeply, leaving Kimani to her own thoughts. Her mind replayed snippets of her conversation with Ben and, of course, the way his hands had felt on her, in her. Without doubt, it had been one of the best orgasms she had ever had. At times she’d wondered if she had a G-spot, and now she knew. Jesus, it had felt so amazing. Squirting had felt amazing. Her body warmed at the memory, and her fingers wandered over the path his had tread. Would she get to have an orgasm again tomorrow? She rather hoped so.

Jesus, Kimani, did you forget you’re working on a story?

Turning onto her side, she shoved her hands under the pillows. She wasn’t here for sex, especially sex with a stranger. No matter how good-looking he was or how skillful his fingers were.

After waiting for the other women to fall asleep, she crept to her purse and pulled out a pen and her little notepad. There was a night-light plugged into a wall socket, and she jotted notes on everything that had transpired, except for the part where Ben had masturbated her.

Dammit. How could I have let this happen?

It was as if his massage on her, and even the sound of his voice, had lulled her into a trance, but she couldn’t eschew responsibility and lay the blame at his doorstep. Simply put, she had allowed it to happen, had ignored her better judgment and surrendered to the rapture of his fondling.

By becoming involved with one of the subjects, she had likely compromised her story. She supposed she could give her account to another reporter so that the San Francisco Tribune could still get the scoop, but she herself wouldn’t get the byline. She’d have to talk it through with Sam.

She put away the pen and notepad and crawled back into bed. Shutting her eyes, she willed herself to focus on sleep. And in her sleep, she dreamed of diving off cliffs.