“Harder…” Scarlett moaned. “Ahhh, good…”Three naked men in their early and mid-twenties were serving her a sensual massage. One was on her feet, one her upper back, while another was on her mid-back while in her birth suit.“Right there, yes, yes, ahhhh….”Her sensuous moaning and sounding so explicit directions made the man watching in the other room, Voltaire, feel uncomfortably aroused.He wondered why he was ushered here in this room as soon as he entered the club. He just thought maybe Dandelion still needed booze coming here. He was not able to check thoroughly what kind of club is this. And he wasn’t able to look around as a man who introduced himself as the manager welcomed him and courteously asked to follow him—leading Voltaire to a private room. He was asked to sit facing the curtained wall. He looked around, the room was dimly lit, and all he could se
I felt better after a series of satisfying orgasm.“Thank you. I am feeling better. You can take your leave,” I expressed my gratitude as I informed my masseurs they were free to go now. I know they will also need to attend to their biological needs. They are not allowed to enjoy the whole time they are giving me their service, so I know they deal with their completion after I send them away.I admire their forbearance.I admire their patience.And because of those remarkable characteristics, I have assigned them as my favorites. They are paid for almost a month worth of their earnings for a single night with me.Getting up from the massage bed, naked, I walked towards the bath for a warm wash.I felt better, but my tummy grumbled. I dialed for room service and ordered a feast for two. The manager came to take my orders personally. I asked him to bring Voltaire to my booth.
“Is that all?” I was astounded. I did not expect such a deal.“That is all, but I don’t think that is too simple,” she replied with all seriousness. She sat leaning her back into the plushy chair’s backrest. “What you see earlier is a part of my most hidden personality. But that is certainly not all there is to know about me.”“Why me? Why friendship?” I asked.I cannot clearly process the situation we are in right now. She is asking me to be her friend, and in return, she will also be my friend. I am still hanging in the fear of being played by her. Is she tricking me? Is she serious? I was looking so much forward to what she was going to say. I keenly watched her and saw how her mood dramatically changed to, somehow, low-spirited. I cannot make a wild guess why a person with so much to be joyful in life about feel even a slight sad.“Honestly? I d
“Okay, you ask first,” Scarlett started the fun night with unsuppressed enthusiasm. They have agreed to do the twenty questions. One asks, and the other answers, then the process takes turns. Voltaire was hesitant at first. He was still trying to figure out if their situation was really what he thinks it is happening. But as every moment passes by that, he can feel the sincerity in Dandelion’s demeanor. He was convinced she was not scheming or pretending about the getting to know each other thing she was suggesting they should do to make their deal viable. “Any question is okay?” he gave the lady in front of him, only wearing a fluffy robe, which he is not sure anything is worn beneath it, a measuring gaze. “Ask away!” she confidently answered. Spreading her hands with palms open in the air as if assuring him that she is willing to tell him anything he wants to know. “But let me warn you….” Vo
Voltaire was awake almost all night. He was trying to sort out his thoughts about laying his cards on the table with Scarlett. He was practically weary for the sun to show up so the morning would arrive soon. He was staring at the digital clock on the wall when sleep caught up with him. It was 3:48 when he was defeated to close his eyes and join Scarlett in a peaceful slumber. “V! V! Wake up!” A female voice whispered so close to him. Scarlett decided, along with their playful talk last night, that his name was too long, so she would call him V for a nickname. A name only she calls for him. He was still half asleep when he realized Scarlett was trying to wake him up in a hushed manner. “What’s going on?” Voltaire quickly got up. His eyes were still reddish as he must have been asleep for half an hour or so. “We have to get out of here,” she showed him her phone with its screen showing four surveillance
Voltaire We arrived at the hospital fast and without so much traffic. It was wee hours in the morning, after all. I was so worried. What could his illness be? Why didn’t he tell me anything about it? I hope it’s not that serious, like terminal stage cancer or anything. I closed my eyes in mixed emotions. Frustration. Disappointment. Regrets. I have been too busy with one goal to honor my mom and sister. I forgot I still have dad to consider into my priorities. “Go ahead. I’ll deal with the cab fare. I will be right behind you,” Scarlett suggested. I am sure she can see I was in a state of mess. “Thanks, Scar,” I gratefully thanked her then rushed into the entrance of the hospital as soon as the cab driver pulled over. Last night, we agreed that I would call her a nickname Scar, which I playfully pronounced as Oscar, but she was thrilled saying her name sounde
“Time flies too fast,” Voltaire whispered behind Scarlett’s ears. “Having regrets?” she asked teasingly. “What, of course not! How can I regret such a big fortune to fall on me directly from heavens above?” he hugged her tighter. It was their honeymoon. After settling things with their common enemy, Scarlett helped Voltaire find justice for his mom and sister. She did not accept other missions, and she declared she was retired from her mercenary gigs. She is now a full-time housewife to her husband, a Martial Arts Academy for Kids’ owner. The two decided to live low profile with all her assets to keep them afloat, living an ordinary family lifestyle. They hired trainers while Voltaire manages and drives the students from and to their homes before and after lessons. Their pretend-engaged-facade before Vincent became real as days went by, they both found themselves infatuated with each oth
Voltaire reveled at the profound proof of her femininity. And he is about to feast on it, not only with the use of his hungry eyes because he is aimed to ravish her with all his known skills and talents in pleasing a woman. She said she hadn’t had a good orgasm in three months. He will do all he can to make her forget such a sad memory and replace it with only the best of how he will make her feel, from tonight to every night of their married lives! “Ahhhmm... Oh my god!” Scarlett moaned in pleasure as she felt him torturing and teasing her with his peppering kisses around her longing core. She couldn’t grab hold of him because both her hands were held by one of his above her tummy while the other was spreading her pussy lips to reveal her clit. “Honey…?” Scarlett called out so sweetly. Voltaire was enjoying seeing such a cute side of her. She is always so confident that he never thought she could also make such a pitiful