Sophie's Voice (Sex and the Season 4)

Zach opened his mouth, but Sophie spoke over him.

“Mr. Newland, I told you that I am not taking this post. I do thank you for the opportunity to audition, but I have no interest in the stage.”

“Well, that’s a very good thing indeed,” Nanette said, shaking her hair so that it tumbled in waves over her bosom, “because I can assure you I would make both of your lives miserable.” She turned and flounced away.

Sophie curtsied politely to Mr. Newland. “And now, sir, if you will please excuse me.” She left the office and ventured back into the lobby of the theatre. There she asked the doorman to hail her a hansom cab. A cabbie couldn’t get here fast enough. She was so ready to leave the city and go home, to her own chamber, where she was safe and nothing could harm her.

* * *

Zach returned to the theatre and apologized to the performers waiting to audition. They were all very gracious except for Nanette, who glared at him. Well, so be it. Nanette was a fine soprano, but Sophie was an angel. Somehow he would talk her into taking the role.

Several hours later, after all the auditions were finished, Zach headed back into his office, his mind racing with ideas of how to get Soph

ie to perform. He walked in, and then dropped his jaw nearly to the floor.

Nanette lay, stark naked, on the Oriental rug covering the floor of his office.

“What took you so long, handsome?”

Zach closed his mouth and cleared his throat. “What are you doing here, Nanette? I told you it’s over between us.”

“You didn’t really expect me to believe that, did you? We’ve had so much fun between the sheets, and the thought of never having you again… Well, I just can’t bear it.”

“I’m afraid you’re going to have to bear it. I was not kidding. We are over.”

“But won’t you miss me?”

Miss her? She was lovely to look at. But Zach grew tired of women easily. It was his way, and he certainly wasn’t going to settle down anytime soon…especially not with the likes of Nanette Lloyd. She was a talent, it was true, but she had gotten her start as a saloon girl. That’s where Zach had found her. Her voice was good, and under his tutelage, it had gotten even better, but she was still a saloon girl. Not that there was anything wrong with being a saloon girl. Zach had had plenty of fun with saloon girls over the years. But although Nanette was a competent actress and singer, she was not destined for greatness.

Lady Sophie, however, was.

Nanette stood, her blond tresses tumbling over her breasts. She was a little thing, smaller even than Lady Sophie. Her body was curvy and soft.

A sudden jolt of déjà vu hit Zach in the gut. This was the exact scenario that had occurred when he first met Nanette. He had asked her, after hearing her sing at a local saloon, to audition for him. After the audition, he had found her naked in his office, and that is how their liaison had begun. How fortuitous that it would end the same way.

Nanette strode forward, her hips swaying, her lower lip protruding. “Surely you don’t want to give all this up.” She wrapped her arms around his neck, her own neck craned to look up into his eyes. She bit her lower lip.

Normally when a naked woman was this close to him, Zach’s cock reacted. This time? Nothing.

Nanette fumbled with the buttons on his shirt. Soon his chest was exposed, and she rubbed her breasts into him.

“This feels so good. My nipples get so hard against your chest. I want you so much. I want you to eat my pussy. Would you eat my pussy for me, handsome?”

Few things existed in the universe that Zach enjoyed more than eating a sweet pussy. And Nanette’s was quite nice, but today Zach was not interested—at least not in this particular pussy.

What might Lady Sophie look like between her legs? Plump and red and luscious? How might her nectar taste against his tongue? Would she have a beautiful dark-blond bush he could bury his face in? And what would her breasts feel like against his chest? From what he could tell, they were slightly larger than Nanette’s. Probably with delicate carnelian nipples begging to be sucked.

Zach loved breasts and nipples almost as much as pussy.

But Sophie’s mouth… He didn’t have to imagine that perfectly formed piece of art. Her sweet pink lips were just plump enough, just moist enough, and shaped almost like a heart. That kiss had stirred him like no other. Had he been the first to kiss those glossy lips of hers? He was pretty sure he had been, and the thought filled him with a primal joy. His cock stirred.

“There we go. Can little Zachary come out and play?” Nanette fondled him through his trousers.

Why not? He could fuck Nanette and pretend she was Sophie. He frequently fantasized about other women during sex.

Nanette dropped to her knees and began unbuckling his britches. If she meant to suck him, he would have to stop her. He wanted her up against the wall, from behind. If he didn’t see her face, he could imagine that her hair was a darker blond and that she was slightly taller. Sophie…

He gently pushed Nanette away and lowered his trousers.