There was nothing in any of them that gave him that sought after feeling of new, while still being recognized as the product. In giving some young talented people a shot at it, he knew there was a slim chance that he’d actually use any of their ideas but thought it might push Trace to think outside his own box.

Knowing that success in almost any venture required focus, Harlan hoped he could balance his interest in Victoria and still keep his deadline with the iGo App’s Icon. Having the two other contest winners involved still made the idea of having them weigh in on the icon’s design viable even if he were to stray a bit with her aboard.

From the phone a tone swelled in the room announcing a video call.

“Answer to monitor 1,” Harlan commanded.

On his huge flat screen monitor, three very attractive Asian women in black lingerie with red nails, lips and crimson smokey-eye makeup writhe around each other making out before one turned to the screen to speak to Harlan.

“Ready to get friendly with your Thursday Girls, Honey?” The Asian Madam teased.

Seeing an unfamiliar expression of uncertainty on her biggest client’s face, she reached out and exposed one of the younger women’s breasts, who immediately began to kiss and suckle at her own dark rising nipple.

“I’m a little on the busy side this week,” Harlan said, almost gazing absently at them as the Madam and a high cheekboned Mandarin looking woman completely strip the darker Pacific Island girl.

“There’s also the uh, quarantine thing to consider,” he added, half-heartedly.

They giggled and end the call abruptly, moving on in the commerce of the night. He switched the display to a security camera in the design studio to watch Tory poolside as she loosened her hair and went on to raising an oversized t-shirt to reveal her tantalizing young body.

“Repeat, loop, slow motion,” he ordered and dropped down on the sofa nearby as Tory appeared on the screen almost twice normal size, blonde tresses a sudden golden halo as she’d just shaken loose her hair.

By the time Harlan found himself gazing longingly at the combination of maddening curves of her hips, upper thighs and lower back, his erection tent-poled in his swimsuit. He imagined taking her hands in his and falling on one knee just behind her to rub his face and lips all over the peach fuzz at the small of her back.

Eyes closed, he imagined parting her slightly reluctant thighs to start kissing and tasting the nectar of her pleasure. Feeling the hot thin stickiness of his own natural pre lube, Harlan stood, pulled down his swimsuit, took the swollen crown of his penis in his fingers and imagined rubbing its engorged length all over the fine fuzz at her tailbone over and over, until being overcome with the sheer need to hold her down, boldly bunch her hair in his fist and penetrate her with savage abandon in order to set her free.

All he wanted to do was fuck her hard and fast and for a really long time. No other woman could compare to her; she was the only one he wanted. In his fantasy, he imagined playing with her nipples as he made her cum by fucking her tight, wet pussy.

The anticipation of experiencing her orgasm sent consuming pleasure through his body, resulting in a blissful eruption that needed to be cleaned from the monitor’s screen.

Chapter 11

From the moment the announcement Dawes had made poolside, all semblance of a party dissipated as the significance sank in and took hold. Even Dan sobered up somehow and climbed out.

The trio of contest winners stood outside the pool, practically huddling to form a strategy for taking on a challenge that could make their careers if handled well,

Tory couldn’t sleep. Initially she let Mahira come to her room so they could continue talking. Tory hoped that listening to Mahira would tire her out and keep her focused on the significance of what working with Nextthing.Net meant, instead of the desire the exchange with Harlan had set off in her.

There had been a moment, before any conversation, in which she was certain by mere movements of his body and eyes, wherein Harlan had expressed some desires of his own. The magnitude of the man’s successes was so strong an indication that he would have his satisfaction with her, that it became difficult not to fantasize about what seemed a certainty.

After midnight, both she and Mahira came to the conclusion that being well rested would certainly be the best strategy, so they parted ways. When Mahira left, Tory wanted to sleep. She’d tried over and over but could not stop her mind from envisioning so many differing aspects of her future. Half of her imaginings would gradually degenerate into dark and fearful tales of failure in one area, bleeding over into other delightful anticipations.

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