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“Come on Arthur! I'm not the only one who enjoys a beautiful woman at his side”. He winked. There are others who get better benefits than getting in her lap.“You're a fucking bastard!” Arthur let out a laugh.
On the latter, Micah was absolutely right. He owed his lifestyle and comfort to his group of friends who contributed to it. Chief among them was Jennifer. Who helped him acquire the penthouse at Gables Estates in Coral Gables. One of the most luxurious areas of Miami, and her BMW Eight Series Concept. According to what she said, it was one for her birthday, and the other for their relationship anniversary. Sometimes I thought that woman in his life weighed more than a shackle.
In his relationship with the congressman's wife, not everything was so bad. In bed, she knew how to please him completely. There was a time when he thought he was completely in love with her. But knowing that she belonged to another man and that he was just a slip of the woman, made him open his eyes. He was not criticizing her infidelity, but it was obvious that she was not entirely loyal and trustworthy.
“Do you think you can get us a pass to that event?” Asked Micah to the bartender, while he kept looking at the two beautiful girls who were standing at the door and were greeted by everyone who came in.
The young man said nothing but shook his head.
Arthur pulled a twenty-dollar bill out of his pants pocket, and using his index and middle fingers, handed it to him.
“A good tip always opens doors,” said Micah sarcastically.
“But to open those doors,” he gestured with his mouth to a couple of men standing in front of the security cordon separating the VIP area, “You'll need a couple more of those bills”.
“Perfect!” exclaimed Arthur, pulling out two more twenty-dollar bills. “If they guarantee us entry, I have no problem paying them”.
He looked up, still not wanting to lose the location of the petite woman who had been at the door with a friend. Even if he had no contact with her, it was going to be a great opportunity to interact with those attending the event.
Micah, noting Arthur's insistence on entering an event uninvited, frowned.
“What am I missing?” he asked him, “Why so much interest in this event?”
“It's Friday, so I need some fun, or don't you think I deserve it?”
Arthur replied with a shrug and pointed his mouth at the woman a few feet away.
“Of course you deserve it, but I'm not sure if it's a good time for you, bro.”
Micah's voice was a bit serious.
“Why not?”
The warning in that advice did not please him at all.
“You just told me that your relationship with Jennifer is a little rocky,” he reminded him. “You shouldn't be asking for more trouble than you already have with her”.
“My relationship with Jennifer is based on simple business…”
“With profit, which in addition to money includes payment in kind and a few sex sessions,” the Israeli finished for him.
“Exactly!” Arthur grinned from ear to ear, “I guess she will have given it some thought, Jennifer is not foolish enough to give up her financial stability for me”. He pursed his lips in a line, “So she can't expect more than I can give her”.
“I gonna remind you again that you're in business with her,” he took a sip of his drink and added, “Jennifer Anderson is your main investor in all your financial ventures, and that's a big plus for her”.
Micah paused and take a drink.
“Not to say she's the strongest, and she's got you by the balls.”
“You don't have to do that, believe me when I say I appreciate your intention.”
Arthur snapped his teeth.
“I know, very well, that without Jennifer I would have nothing. But I remind you that she is not my owner, and she knows it.”
“Excuse me, my friend, I don't want to meddle in your business”.
Micah apologized because he knows that for him that was a sensitive subject.
“It's just that I don't wanna see you get into trouble unnecessarily. You know me, I've always supported you. Remember it, bro.”
“Thanks for the advice, but Jennifer is not mine, only she's my business partner. And she seems to sometimes forget who she's married to. In other words, we benefit from each other.”
Arthur patted Micah's shoulder.
“Nothing will happen, now let's have a good time”.
At that moment, both men left the bar to head for the VIP area, at which point Arthur's cell phone vibrated inside his jacket. The moment he looked at the caller ID, he grimaced and then shrugged his shoulders.
“If you say so…” was all Micah said.
Arthur paid no attention, it was a Friday night. He turned off the device and slipped it back into his suit pocket. He was a free man, and the woman calling was married with two children. Although he had to be honest, despite time and recent events, he still felt love for her. Just not to the extent, Jennifer expected.
For a moment, he thought it was not a good idea to pay to enter the event. As he was reaching his goal, a tall man approached him first.
“Well… I am here now. So you know it”.
A male voice was heard.
“Don't worry about this,” said the tall girl.
“Exactly, we can understand very well”.
Arthur was frozen when he listened to the petite woman.
“Business is always business, no matter the time or country,” the man concluded.
Arthur stood for fractions of a second motionless until he noticed the man turn around, at the same time his eyes widened in surprise.
“Graham?” Asked the man in disbelief. “Yes, you are Arthur Graham!”
He pretended to be surprised, it was the perfect time to mingle.
“Oh, man!, Really?” Arthur exclaimed, holding out his hand and then giving him a big hug. “Albert Miller, it's so good to see you”.
“I haven't seen you since the contractors' meeting in New York” Albert immediately put his hand on the lower back of one of the girls, it was obvious that he was marking territory. “This is my girl, Lorena”.
“It's a pleasure to meet you, Lorena,” he said gallantly, and then looked at Albert and winking at him, he added, “Then you will tell me the secret of having such a beautiful woman as a girlfriend”.
Lorena answered with a smile, a little stunned by so much flirting between men, since she had never seen such a thing. She immediately looked at her co-worker, it was her chance to help her with something.
“This is my friend and colleague, Morgana”.
“Morgana…”
Arthur pronounced the name very softly, stretched out his hand, and when the girl took it. He kissed her torso like a gentleman, he lingered a little too long.
──────⊰·☆·⊱──────Morgana had always been surrounded by gallant men, but like the man who had kissed her hand, she never thought it was possible. Such experiences only exist in romantic movies.«Oh my God, I’ve run into Mr. Darcy!»She scoffed, seeing Arthur’s theatrical attitude. Referring to the protagonist of the story Pride and Prejudice. Written by Jane Austen.“I feel a bit ignored,” said a voice.Everyone turned to see where the complaint came from.“This is my partner and friend Micah Sabag,” Arthur said, motioning for the Israeli to move a little closer to the group.“Sabag?” Albert gritted his teeth and held out his hand. “You're from the shipping company, right?”“Yes, I am,” he responded with a smile.The shipping company was one of Arthur's businesses, hidden from Jennifer. For that reason, Micah was the legal representative of the company.“I saw you at one of the merchants' association meetings a few months ago”.It could not be denied that Albert had a very good memor
──────⊰·☆·⊱──────Before Joe could retort rudely to her friend, Morgana decided it was time to do something, because the atmosphere was very tense.“I'll be back in a moment,” she informed them, taking advantage of a waitress coming in her direction to put the two glasses on her.“Where are you going?” Lorena asked very softly.“I'm going to the bathroom for a moment, I promise I won't be long”.She turned around before her friend could say anything. For the third time that night, she felt Joe's voice very close.“Morgana, don't think you'll get rid of me so easily, you little thing”.“Leave me alone!”“No way, babe. Don't dream it”, he said.“Piss off, Joe”.She practically ran out to the bathroom, as she closed the door she rested her head on the material, and placed her purse on her chest.«How could it possibly have come to this?!»«How did I fall into the clutches of this man?!»«What will I do now?!»She questioned herself, she couldn't afford a scandal. Lorena had been on the v
──────⊰·☆·⊱────── Morgana stood on the spot a little dazed, all she could do was look to the side, as if she felt a little insecure. The least she had expected was for the new acquaintance to introduce himself to her like that. “So?” Arthur asked again, waving his hands a little and squinting at her, “Do you want me to serve you as a cab or not?” She looked nervously to the side again, not wanting to give Joe a chance to find her, she made her way to the vehicle walking as fast as her six-inch heels would allow. She heard clearly the instant he lowered the locks. “Of course!” Morgana as she opened the door and quickly climbed in. “Anything to get out of here right now”. Arthur immediately started the engine of the luxury car, clicking his teeth as he looked in the rearview mirror and saw that the man who had tormented the woman next to him was outside looking for her. Then she let out a chuckle, the idiot, not even aware that he had taken her. «Imbecile!». For a moment there
──────⊰·☆·⊱────── He motioned to the young woman and led them to the table. It was then that he regretted it, for the right place that had been recommended to him was in the garden. It was true that they could see everything from there, and everything was newly remodeled. He had known the owner since he was a teenager, and he knew the quality of the food. But still, he thought he was giving him a bad impression, and that for Arthur was terrible. “Where did you hear about this place?” Morgana wanted to know, as they sat down at the table, and the waitress handed them the menu. Arthur felt a little uncomfortable. «How do I tell her I worked here on the weekends when I was in high school?» “One of my employees brought me here,” he lied. The truth was that he had helped the owner with all the improvements. “It was a very good choice…” Morgana looked to the side. “Arthur…” he finished, shaking his head and making a dramatic gesture, he added: “I can't believe you don't remember my n
──────⊰·☆·⊱──────Arthur was checking his computer and sipping a cup of coffee, when again he heard his cell phone ring.“Oh, Lordy! Doesn't this woman get tired!”, he exclaimed in a bad mood.He took a deep breath.“Tell me…”“Until you feel like answering my calls!”“Until you feel like answering my calls!” The woman's tone of voice was reproachful.“I was busy,” he replied seriously.“With what bitch this time?” she questioned angrily.The moment he heard this, Arthur clenched his jaw. At the same time, he clenched his fists and closed his laptop.“What the hell is going on with you, Jennifer?!”On the other end of the line, there was a gasp of surprise. Because the congressman's wife knew that when he called her by name. He was very upset with her.“It's just that I miss you, it's been a long time since we've seen each other”.“We had lunch together yesterday,” he reminded her.“You know what I mean,” Jennifer said after a snort, “You don't know how badly I want to misbehave”.Ar
──────⊰·☆·⊱────── «This is bullshit! It wasn't what I had in mind,» he said to himself, clenching his jaw. The two men looked at each other as rivals, although Arthur knew very well that it wasn't really, because, at the end of the day, the woman who was there with them wasn't his… And never would be. Watching him walk toward them, Jennifer gave a mischievous smile. “I'm glad you came,” he offered her a glass of champagne. “How could I refuse to have fun!” Arthur replied, showing his white teeth through one of the holes in the balaclava. The man with them said nothing, just took a sip of his drink, and nodded his head. Arthur didn't know why that encounter didn't look so good to him. “I'm pretty sure we'll have plenty here,” she smiled at the man who would be the third among them. Arthur went to the place with only one thing in mind, to persuade Jennifer of his idea to accompany her to Hawaii with her husband. And he didn't expect to find himself in the mood for a Ménage à troi
──────⊰·☆·⊱────── There was no doubt that Jennifer knew how to please him, she sucked him slowly, but expertly. With her tongue, she tapped the head of his mushroom-shaped member. Arthur leaned toward her to cup her face with his hands and set the rhythm of the penetrations to her mouth so completely that she barely gave him room to breathe. The moans on the woman's part were getting louder and louder, she raised her face to meet Arthur's burning gaze from behind the ski mask. Her blood was beginning to boil, she was burning alive. She was licking him greedily, making him feel like he was all she could think about. It was clear that Arthur Graham was his obsession. Jennifer again felt hands, large, warm, and calloused, run over her hips and caress the globes of her ass. As she felt them spread her thighs apart, she shivered with anticipation. She almost bit Arthur when a hot tongue began to caress the folds of her need-wet sex. Where she knew, she hid that button that would please
──────⊰·☆·⊱────── Jennifer was about to cum again, as Arthur and the guest moved with such synchronization, they seemed as one. As one thrust, the other stayed, slowly pulling back. Making the back and forth of her lovers, taking her again through a roller coaster of pleasure. If pleasure was a sin, then she would burn in hell. For her orgasm was so intense that it ended any reasonable thought. There remained no doubt that her partners were good lovers, for they found their release seconds later. When her spasms milked them dry, leaving them completely dry. She was so lax that her body looked like a puppet in the midst of those tall men. The first to get out of her was Arthur. He did it slowly, so as not to cause her any discomfort. He held her by the hips, giving the guest a chance to do the same. They both heard her purr in satisfaction. The man took her from Arthur's arms, to place her on the mattress. Hastily, she was in a state of drowsiness, typical of the state after orgasm.