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Coffee Shop Rendezvous As Jackey Jets To The DR
This story is told from Katie's point of view. For the other side of this experience--told through Jacky's eyes--check out "Angel's Landing (Jacky's POV)" by Jackhawk. We're writing from opposite ends of the same story, so be sure to follow both for the full experience.
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Jacky's smile still lingers in my chest like heat when his phone buzzes. He glances at the screen, jaw tightening for half a second, and then leans in to kiss my cheek, quick, soft.
Before I can say anything, he's already walking away, his voice low as he answers the call. I turn, watching him disappear into the cluster of lights and bodies behind the set.
Pulling my robe tighter around me, trying to collect myself, I hear it, Julia's voice, floating through the air from the other side of the studio.
"Girls, come on. You need to pack. Jacky wants you ready in an hour."
Trying to make sense of it, he didn't say goodbye. My stomach twists, not in a jealous way, at least I don't think so, but in that low, hollow ache you get when something slips through your fingers before you realize you were even holding it.
I don't know what I expected. Maybe a whisper that he'd be back soon, maybe nothing at all. But not this, just watching him walk away and knowing they will be going with him and not me.
"You good?" a warm voice cuts through the haze.
I turn and see Antonio, tall and golden in his robe, his eyes soft but unmistakably hungry when they land on me. His hair's still damp, his chest bare beneath the robe, and fuck, he is tempting.
"Yeah," I say, but it sounds thin.
"Let me walk you back to the penthouse."
His offer isn't laced with anything except a quiet care, and maybe that's why I nod. Maybe it's the way my thighs still ache from him, or how my body still remembers what it was like to grind against his tongue and come undone on his cock like I was made for it.
We move through the studio together, robes brushing, his hand resting lightly on the small of my back. My pulse kicks up with every step.
As we pass through the bar, I catch a pair of eyes on me, Jake, behind the counter, polishing a glass with that crooked grin that says everything he's not saying. His gaze travels down my body like he already knows what I look like naked. And judging by that smirk... he does.
I smirk back, tilting my head with just enough attitude to let him know I see him seeing me.
Antonio leans down slightly as we step into the golden elevator. "You know you were a natural tonight," he murmurs.
"Thanks," I whisper, though my voice is already going breathy just from being alone with him again in this small space. The doors glide closed, and the soft golden light washes over his features, making everything feel more intimate than it should.
The silence hums between us, thick and charged.
His hand brushes mine, accidental, maybe.
"I'm serious," he says, turning toward me fully. "You're addictive."
I swallow, my skin tightening beneath the robe, nipples brushing against the silk with every breath.
"Is this the part where you fuck me against the elevator wall?" I tease, even though my body kind of hopes he says yes.
His mouth twitches like he wants to. Like he's picturing it. "This is Jacky's penthouse," he says, and I hear the restraint in his voice. See it in the way his jaw tenses. "I don't cross those lines."
The elevator dings and opens with a soft chime.
He steps out first, then waits for me. I follow, heart pounding, legs a little weaker than I'd like to admit.
God, he looks good in the soft light. I want to know all of it, I want to know him.
"Antonio..." I start, voice low. "You and Julia..."
He gives a soft, rueful laugh, looking away just for a second. "We're together," he says, then meets my eyes again. "But, that's a story for another time."
His hand lifts, and for a second I think he's going to touch me, he doesn't. Just lets his fingers hover near my cheek.
"That doesn't change the fact that I meant what I said," he adds. "I'm here for you. I love feeling you. Being inside you. Watching you fall apart."
I exhale slowly, every word wrapping around me like silk.
"I'm intrigued," I admit, smiling faintly.
"You should be," he says, backing away with that same half-smile. "Goodnight, baby girl."
He turns and gets back on the elevator pressing the button, slow and easy. My eyes stay on him until the doors close, leaving me alone in Jacky's space, heart still pounding, mouth still wet from the things I didn't say.
I stand there for a long moment, robe parted just slightly, thighs still sticky. All I can think is... this place is dangerous.
And I fucking love it.
The penthouse is quiet, for a second, I just stand there, the silence pressing against my skin like velvet.
The lights are dim, warm and golden. I make my way to the bedroom, something catches my eye, a shimmer of soft color on the bed.
A bouquet of lavender roses. Dozens of them, full and velvety and perfect, like they were picked just for me. The color's soft, almost romantic, but the arrangement is lush, sensual, intentional. Beside them is a small black box.
I sink down onto the edge of the bed, heart thudding with a slow, curious beat as I lift the lid.
Inside, a phone, not just any phone. This one is drenched in crystals, shimmering under the light in soft lavender and silver, the casing smooth and custom. My breath catches in my throat as I lift it. It's beautiful. Girly, expensive, mine.
A card rests just beneath it. I pull it free with slightly trembling fingers.
"Welcome home." -- Jacky
My lips part, breath hitching a little.
He didn't say goodbye, but this says something.
I trace my finger over the words, the script bold and masculine and unmistakably his. My chest tightens as I think about it, all of it.
This morning, I was sleeping in a tent with sand in my hair and no clue how I'd make it through the next week.
Then I met Jacky.
Now I'm here, in his bed, in his world. Wearing a robe from his studio, with his cum in my belly, his gift in my lap, and a brand new phone that sparkles like it belongs in the hand of someone expensive.
'How the hell did this happen in one day?'
I stand slowly, letting the robe slip open as I walk toward the bathroom, the air brushing over my bare skin.
My body aches in the best possible way, my thighs sore from the stretch, my lips still swollen, my breasts marked from teeth and hands and mouths. I feel used, claimed, utterly undone, and fucking radiant.
I turn on the water, letting the steam rise.
As I step inside, the hot spray hitting my skin, I close my eyes and let it all wash over me--the beach, the balcony, the cake. Fuck all that cake everywhere, the shoot, the girls, Antonio, Jacky's mouth on mine, his voice calling me "Sugar, the other calling me Baby Girl."
The marble under my feet is warm, the rainfall showerhead high above casting droplets that hit my shoulders like warm kisses.
My muscles hum as they start to unwind. But then something catches my eye, just to the side, near the tile wall. There is a sleek panel with silver buttons that are backlit in soft purple glow.
I reach for it, curiosity pulsing through me.
The first one I press activates a new stream behind me, and I gasp as a second stream of water pours over the curve of my spine, like being held by a second set of hands. Another button clicks on a strip of blacklight above the glass--suddenly, the steam glows violet-blue.
I glance down and nearly choke on my own breath.
Faint glows trace across my skin. Cum glows under the light, catching along my stomach, my thighs, even the delicate slope of one breast. My mouth falls open.
Fuck.
I shiver at the sight of it, like the shower itself wants me to remember exactly what was done to me tonight.
My fingers find another button, one with a tiny icon that looks like a wave.
A jet, low on the wall, angled just right, shoots a warm, firm stream straight between my legs. I moan, loud and sharp, grabbing the glass wall for balance.
"What the fuck..."
It hits perfectly, right under the curve of my pussy, a steady, pulsing stream teasing my clit like a clever tongue that never gets tired. My thighs tremble, muscles tightening as the rhythm pulses in slow waves, coaxing pleasure out of me with maddening precision.
My knees wobble. I brace a hand on the glass wall and stare down at the dial beside it. There's a ring of numbered settings, and a switch for "pattern."
I bite my lip and I turn the dial.
The pulse quickens. A rhythmic, steady staccato that makes my breath hitch and my thighs press apart instinctively.
I bite my bottom lip, watching the stream hit me dead-on now, flicking against my clit with cruel, perfect precision. My hips rock forward on their own, chasing the sensation, spreading wider as heat builds fast and hard in my belly.
"Oh God, Jacky!"
Because of course he has this.
I twist the dial again, and the pattern shifts, now it's a swirling spray, dancing over me in a licking motion like a mouth would. Flicking and curling in every direction over my clit. It's fucking torment, and I love it.
My head falls back under rainfall, one hand reaching for my breast, pinching gently, the other braced against the tile. Behind me the other jet is still soaking me, and this new jet lapping at me, bringing me to the edge.
"Oh my God..."
I can still feel them in my body, in the marks on my chest, the ache in my thighs, the glow under this blacklight.
I open my legs wider, let the jet hit me harder, let it own me. The jet hits just right, pulsing against my clit, and the orgasm punches through me like a wave. I cry out, my voice echoing against the marble, sharp and raw and shameless.
I don't stop, I grind into the spray, thighs shaking, head tipped back, hands braced against the slick wall as I ride it out, hips trembling, water still pounding over my skin in every direction.
The blacklight still glows above me, casting soft violet shadows over the glisten of my body. Even the walls look like they're watching me.
I finally turn the water off with a shaky exhale, the silence somehow louder than the jets.
I step out of the shower slowly, toweling off, skin flushed, still tingling everywhere. The air in the penthouse is cool, but I feel too hot to care.
My eyes flick toward the lavender phone on the bed. I grab it, the second I light up the screen, I see the text, Jacky's name glowing at the top.
"Hey baby girl! You are amazing... your video is going crazy all over the world... I hope you are ready to be known as a star sugar! I love you... see you in 3 days!"
I smile, warmth flooding my chest... then my heart sinks just a little.
Three days?
Still... he said I'm amazing. That he loves me.
That has to mean something, right?
I bite my lip, then slide the towel off completely and crawl onto the bed, still naked. I lie back against the cool silk of the sheets, the phone resting on my stomach.
"Okay..." I whisper, smirking to myself.
I shift my hips, angle my body, and lift the phone above me, my thighs slightly parted just enough to tease. I snap the photo, soft, sexy, a little wrecked, and type out a message.
"Thank you for everything. I'm so lucky to be yours. I'll miss you, Jacky. Hurry back to me."
I hit send.
A soft flutter coils low in my belly as I imagine him opening it. Seeing me like this, still hot and glowing from what he started.
But the heat begins to fade, replaced by a heavy, sweet exhaustion.
I slide deeper into the black silk sheets, the scent of roses still lingering faintly in the room. My legs tangle together, still sore in the most perfect way.
I let my eyes close with one last thought curling through me, this all started just this morning, but this isn't that tent on the beach. This is a soft bed in a penthouse of the richest man I have ever met.
"You did good today Katie" I say to myself.
And finally, I sleep.
I wake up to the unmistakable click of heels crossing marble. What time is it?
My eyes blink open slowly, everything feels soft and too bright. I squint against the morning light spilling through the windows, the silk sheets tangled around my legs, one bare thigh sticking out, still sore in the sweetest way.
Looking at my phone I see it is 8AM.
"Rise and shine sweet tits..." Julia's voice cuts through the haze like sunlight through fog. "The world is itching to meet the newest queen of porn... plus there's a surprise waiting for you downstairs!"
I groan, half-dazed, pulling the sheets up over my chest even though she's already seen me naked a hundred ways.
"Wait--what?" My voice is still scratchy, sleep-warm. I blink up at her, hair a mess, heart catching up to the reality of the new day. " Where are we going? What's downstairs?"
"Ummm... you don't know anything do you? For starters... your video from last night is burning down the internet... Porn servers are down dear. There are so many hits that our website is all garbled up... and the press is outside trying to beat the doors down to get pictures and interviews with you!"
She heads back to the door.
"The surprise is just that... a surprise and I'm not telling you... You just have to get up and see for yourself... I'll be out here eating all these scones the lovely Teeny and Tiny made!"
Padding into the bathroom, still completely naked, the cool marble floor making my steps a little quicker than they need to be. The lights come on with a soft flick and I pause in front of the mirror, taking myself in.
My lips are swollen from sleep and kissing, my skin flushed in places from the night before. I look wrecked in the most expensive kind of way. My fingers trail along my collarbone, then down between my breasts. There are faint marks there, mouth-shaped memories. My thighs ache when I shift my weight. My body looks like it belongs to someone who's been thoroughly enjoyed.
I splash some water on my face, then reach for a fluffy towel and dab away the remnants of sleep. I brush my teeth, and freshen up.
When I walk back into the bedroom, I head straight to the closet. It's massive and all mine.
My fingers glide along the hangers, a thrill running through me at the feel of brand-new fabrics, designer tags, soft silks and buttery leathers. It smells like a boutique here. I spot something and immediately know it's the one.
I pull out a crisp white button-up shirt dress--tailored, fitted, with long sleeves and a hem that hits high enough to tease. Then I find the little black vest beside it, structured and sleek. When I button it up over the dress, it pulls just right across my chest, giving my small B-cups the most delicious push. It's like this outfit was made to make my breasts look like something to unwrap.
Underneath, I pick out a black lace bra and panty set--barely-there and so cute it's almost a shame to cover them. The lace sits flush against my hips, and the bra lifts just enough to remind me why boys in high school always stared.
Thigh highs next, black, sheer, lace-topped, and there are the tiny black bows on the back that make me smile. Naughty in the most polished way. I roll them up slowly, smoothing them into place.
And the heels--God, the heels. Black and tall, with just the right arch to make my ass pop when I walk. I slip them on last, standing tall, pressing up onto my toes to test the way they move.
Back at the mirror, I fluff out my hair, give it a soft brush-through, and fix my makeup just enough to look polished, but not overdone.
I glance once more in the mirror and I just... stare.
It hits me, I was wearing a white button-up like this just yesterday morning when I met Jacky. I was barefoot on the beach, wearing some guy's shirt.
But this?
This shirt dress is nothing like that. It's fitted, tailored to hug my waist and curves over my hips landing high on my thighs, just how Jacky likes. The vest pushes my cleavage up just enough to remind the world I'm here, and I'm not to be overlooked. Every inch of lace beneath it, every inch of skin above my stockings, feels like mine. Mine to flaunt, mine to weaponize, mine to own.
I don't look like a girl someone dragged off the street anymore. I look like a woman someone built for the spotlight.
Whatever this world is that Jacky's pulling me into, whatever twisted, glittering kingdom he rules, he's not just handing me a role in it, he's handing me power.
I smooth the dress, tug the hem just slightly, and let out a soft breath.
Then I step out into the hallway and call, "OK Julia, I'm ready for whatever kind of trouble you've got planned."
Julia nearly chokes on her blueberry scone the second she sees me.
"My god girl! We are not going to a gala! Jesus... that's so cute darling... I hope you can run in those heels!"
I freeze for half a second, my hand smoothing instinctively over the curve of my hip, fingers brushing the hem of my dress like maybe I did overdo it.
But then I catch my reflection in the hall mirror, clean lines, soft cleavage framed perfectly by that little vest, legs for days in stockings and lace. No. I look good, I look like I belong in this world.
"No trouble today," she continues, "Just a surprise. Then I'm taking you to a coffee shop--a hideaway that's perfect for escaping the madness. The day is yours after that. Jacky's off doing things he can't talk about, and I have work to do. So lay by the pool, wander around, I don't know... I think after yesterday you might want a little rest."
My smile lingers, but my curiosity pulls me forward.
I follow her into the elevator, heels clicking confidently on the marble. "What you said earlier," I ask, adjusting the strap of my bag over my shoulder, "about the video doing well..."
I pause, glancing sideways at her. "Was it even supposed to be a video? I thought it was just practice. Like, a rehearsal or something, I didn't even know I was being recorded."
"It was your final evaluation... I guess you were a bit out of it when Jacky told you that last night... I set it up! You know there are cameras everywhere in this building... not a single spot is hidden. We always run that scene with new girls... But you nailed it... so Jacky had it put out for online viewing... It is a smash hit Katie... thats why when we get to the lobby... you stay close to me... security will be tight!"
She continues "Crowds of press and fans swarmed the front as early as 6 AM this morning. They all want to get a glimpse of you... an interview... maybe a picture... your life will never be the same. Jacky is getting swamped with offers and investors... we are talking hundreds of millions of dollars here!"
The lobby doors are all glass, and the sunlight pouring in doesn't soften the chaos outside--it sharpens it.
There are cameras. Dozens of them. Microphones, people shouting, flashes popping like fireworks. I blink, momentarily stunned, I slow to a stop.
Julia's already moving ahead like this is nothing new, but I hesitate, the nerves crawling up my spine.
That's when I hear my name.
"Katie! Katie, over here!"
They're shouting for me outside those doors.
Before I can fully process that, Marvin the security guard, appears at my side. His presence is calm, solid. I cling to it for balance as he steps in close, shielding me slightly from the frenzy just beyond the doors.
"Miss Katie," he says with a small smile, reaching into his pocket. "A gift from Mr Jacky!."
He places something small and cool in my hand. I look down.
A key fob, I turn it over in my palm, blinking in confusion.
"A gift?" I echo softly. "From Jacky?"
My heart stutters, but when I lift my gaze, I don't see any car anywhere. Just a wall of cameras and chaos. Reporters pressing in, shouting questions I can't make out over the thud of my pulse.
"What's this to?" I ask, but my voice is lost in the rush of noise and flashes outside.
All I can do is hold the fob tighter, their weight sinking into my palm.
I glance at the doors again, this time not flinching.
Marvin nods and a group of his security men force their way through the crowd... parting the seas so to speak. As the path is cleared, a lavender colored shiny new Porsche Carera comes into view... not just a low end 911, this is the top of the line and comes with a $150,000 price tag!
Julia notices the confusion on my face. She comes close and takes the fob. Pressing the remote start button, the car roars to life, it purrs like a race car.
"It's yours Katie... Welcome to the Angel's Landing Family. Let's go for a drive!"
As the crowd presses forward, cameras clicking with incessant flashes, Julia opens the passenger door and helps me in. She gets behind the wheel and as security blocks all the exits so we can't be followed. She nails the gas pedal, scorching the drive with long twin patches of rubber. The car vanishes in a blaze of noise and flying pebbles.
"Hey... earth to Katie... you with me sweetheart?" Julia laughs out loud. She wheels the car onto the coastal highway. The speed is blinding, the rush intense as she drops the windows to get some fresh air...
"Listen Katie"..."This is what you get when you give your time and yourself to high powered men of significant means. Jacky is showing you his appreciation for what you did yesterday. In 24 hours, you have solidified Angels Landing back at the top of the porn industry. It's a lot to take in and I get it"
"You were just satisfying a crave, and Antonio's cock is one decent crave, but your performance was epic. Never has a new girl even come close to the way you handled that. Most just fumble around attempting to fit his cock in their mouth... you fucked that monster like a seasoned pro!"
"To the victor goes the spoils baby... and Jacky knows how to spoil his special girls. You are at the top of his list right now... I was for five years. You best take the reins and ride this wave sugar.. because you never know when you might be replaced!"
Julia backs down the speed and exits the highway, weaving her way through the backstreets, winding up in a slow moving part of the city. She pulls into an alley leading to a parking space behind a somewhat run down building.
"This is a little coffee shop I love... no one knows who I am here, except the owner... Lewis and his wife Mia... All the girls come here and it's our secret getaway from the press and the crazed horny fans!"
She reaches into her bag and pulls out two ball caps.
"Stuff that hair up under this... less chance anybody will make us... especially you because of that video! She giggles..."You are a wanted woman honey!"
As she locks the car and hands me the fob..."You are driving back."
Before we enter the back door, she stops and points to the right... a crew is plastering a new sign on a huge billboard. It shows my face, drenched in sweat, my smirk on my lips, hair askew but in a sexy naughty way, my head arched, showing my neck... a shadow of a sexy naked man etched lightly in the background. The words scream...'Our Newest Angel... KATIE!'
Julia slips in the back door and smiles at Lewis... she knows how much he loves all the girls from Angels Landing... especially when they visit and Mia is busy! He grins and nods at the back booth, the one in the corner, its own little window put in just for the girls to enjoy the view but not be bothered by anyone outside, It's one way glass. She slides into one side and I slide into the other...
Lewis, an older man, somewhat portly... comes over to take the order..."Ahh, Miss Julia... so nice to see you and you bring me a pretty new friend. Hello MIss I am Lewis... welcome to my little cafe!"
I smile at him, soft and maybe a little stunned. "Hi. I'm Katie," I say sweetly, "Thanks for having me."
Julia orders her drink and with a smirk I order a large salted caramel latte just like the one Jacky gave me yesterday morning.
He nods with this almost grandfatherly approval and disappears behind the counter. Julia pulls off her cap and fluffs her hair like it's second nature. I hesitate for a second, then follow her lead, tugging the ball cap free and shaking my hair loose.
I exhale, sinking into the booth's cushion a little more. This place smells like cinnamon and espresso, like real coffee--not the kind served in paper cups by influencers--but the kind made by someone who gives a damn.
And the car. God, that car.
I glance down at the fob still in my purse, almost afraid to touch it again in case this is all some fever dream. Lavender, shimmering, how did he even know that was my favorite color. A Porsche Carerra. The kind that screams you're either royalty or someone's favorite. Jacky didn't just give me a ride, he gave me a fucking moment.
I felt it the second it came into view, that low, slick growl of the engine, the way the curves caught the light. Like it had been made for me and no one else. I still can't believe it's mine.
There's a part of me that still can't believe how quickly the world flipped. Twenty-four hours ago I was crawling out of a tent, surviving on hope and instinct. Now people know my name, they're shouting it from behind cameras. It's on billboards.
I reach up, touching the back of my neck, letting the silence stretch a little before I ask, "Did I really do that good?"
I'm not fishing, not looking for ego fluff. I just... want to believe it. Maybe I'm not a fluke, that maybe, what I felt yesterday--that rawness, that fire--wasn't just heat-of-the-moment chaos, but something real.
Julia laughs "I'm sorry to laugh but I can't help it... Yes sweetie, you did that good... but that's not the thing... it's something that can't be taught or trained. You have this look... that little smile... the way you smirk and your eyes glitter... sweetie, the porn world has been in a bit of a slump lately. You show up and all of the sudden the world is on fire!"
"Now don't let it go to your head... I'm as excited about you being here as you are. I have a lot of time and money invested in this company. I want to see it go bigger... and I'd like it if you are on board too. I'm telling you straight Katie... you have more power than you could ever imagine... you just need to handle it properly and the sky's the limit!"
Lewis delivers the drinks and some light pastries that Mia made. "Ahh... Miss Julia, I know you love to be left alone when you come here... but there are two very nice guys that I have known for a long time... they happen to be here and maybe since you have your pretty friend here... I could introduce them to you? Is that ok... If not I understand"...
Julia sighs and looks at me "Feel like meeting some locals sexy?"
I am excited and a bit hesitant.
Shrugging my shoulders and trying to play it cool, I reply "Sure"
Looking around to see what I just agreed to.
"OK Lewis... why not but don't let them know who we are or where we work!"
Lewis smiles..."Their names are Ricky and Bobby... very nice boys I know from the neighborhood... and smart too... computer guys! I'll tell them they can come over"...
In a minute Ricky walks up to the booth... Bobby in tow.
"Hello ladies... Lewis told us your names are Julia and Katie... I'm Ricky and this is Bobby... we were wondering if we could have a chat... maybe get to know you... you two sure are incredibly pretty... the prettiest we've seen in this neighborhood in quite awhile"
I smile, just a little, nothing over the top, just that soft, slow curve of my lips I'm starting to realize has more power than I thought.
"Hi," I say, tilting my head slightly. "That's sweet of you to say."
I'm still trying to wrap my mind around all this.
My legs cross under the table as I smooth a hand over my thigh, subtly checking that my dress is still sitting the way it should. I know what I look like in this outfit. The little vest, the thigh highs. The gloss on my lips. I can see it in the way their eyes move, quick and curious, trying to take it all in without being obvious.
"Sure, sit," I say, my voice even but playful, eyes flicking toward the empty seats in the booth..
There's something electric about the way they're looking at us.
I glance at Julia for a second, half-hiding my smirk behind the rim of my coffee cup.
Let's see what these boys have to say.
Ricky sits down beside me, Billy slips in the booth beside Julia.
Ricky asks "Do you girls live around here or work here? I ask because we are software engineers and only come to this area for a couple weeks like 4 times a year. We both actually grew up here... that is how we know Lewis."
Bobby can't keep from staring at Julia's lips, he leans very close and holds for a few seconds, then whispers.
"You have the most delicious looking lips I have ever seen!"
He stays right there, staring directly in Julia's eyes, his blue orbs cooking their way into Julia's soul. She shifts a bit, her eyes never leaving his, she makes the mistake of letting out a little sigh and tucking a tiny piece of her lower lip between her teeth.
Bobby doesn't hesitate, pressing his lips to hers, slipping his hand along her jaw, sliding down to her neck...
His voice, still low and sultry. "I think I'll make you mine sugar. I'm hoping you are as hungry as I am baby girl!"
Julia doesnt pull back, if anything she presses her lips harder against his. As he breaks the kiss, she coos for more. His words cause her to shake,
Julia whispers back in her sexiest voice. "We're just a couple local girls, looking for some manly men... some hard rough lovers that are searching for a good time!"
She slides closer to Bobby. "Do you always just kiss a girl you just met like that?" her breath coming in little pants, her lips so close to his it fills his throat.
Bobby groans softly, "The prettiest ones I do... that should tell you something about what I think of you darling!"
Noticing how comfortable Julia and Bobby are getting with each other I can't help but blush.
I glance sideways at Ricky, he is in his early twenties and has a confidence about him you get from being good at what you do. I can tell he has money and a bit of softness to him. Dark hair and blue eyes I seem to be getting lost in.
There is something kind of cute about the way he's trying not to stare at my legs, even though I know he is enjoying the view of the top of my stockings.
Ricky's muses in a low voice. "Why do I think I know you... you look so familiar. That's a good thing, gorgeous! I don't see how I can forget a face as beautiful as yours. Let's spend some time together, I'm sure I will figure it out!"
He says he thinks he knows me, and for a split second, my heart skips, heat blooming in my chest. Does he? No, not really, he couldn't. Still, the idea sends a little thrill through me. Maybe he saw the video, hell at this point according to Julia everyone has.
I smirk "Maybe I just have one of those faces," I tease, eyes soft as I meet his gaze. "Maybe we have met" I offer, even though I know we haven't. "Or maybe you say that to all the girls." I add teasing, but there is no bite to my words.
He says he wants to spend time together, glancing down at my latte before looking back up at him. I wouldn't mind spending some time together" I say honestly. "It's nice to meet new people"
My fingers fidget with the edge of my napkin, but I don't look away.
I know I am playing with fire, I do not need to add anymore men to my menu, but what is a girl to do when they all seem to be so fucking hot? It is like everytime I get close to one I can't stop the crave that emerges.
Julia runs her hand through Bobby's blonde hair, her lips brushing his softly. In her soft mumbled tone, accompanied by her hot breath, she tells him like it is.
"Listen gorgeous boy... I could use a good fucking right now, but I have to get back to work... put your info in my phone and I'll see if I can work you into my schedule... and RIcky over there learing at my cute friend... make sure he is available too... we girls love to party! Think you can handle that? Well... can you Bobby boy?"
She kisses him hard, her tongue raking as far down his throat as she can push, then slowly slithering it from between his lips, her teeth clamping down on his lower lip, a soft teasing nibble.
She sits back looking at me, "You gonna kiss that cute friend of yours sugar? If so, you best make it snappy... I have to get back to the office!"
Booby adds his info to Julia's phone and smiles, whispering "You know what you've done to me you naughty little girl! I expect to hear from you soon. Don't make me come looking for you. I don't chase girls... girls chase me sweetness!"
Julia slides her hand under the table over his lap and feels his hardness, her deep sigh blows directly in his mouth. "Fuck Bobby... I'm soaked right now... let's agree to chase each other... I find it so fucking hot! Now let me out of this booth before we do unspeakable things on this table!"
"Fuck darling, you have some fabulous curves!" Bobby says.
His hands slide through the soft wave of her lower back, both gasping delicious handfuls of perfect ass. Julia gasps...
"Fuck"
Then she focuses on me again "Umm... Katie we better get moving!"
She grabs my hand as Ricky gets up after putting his info in my phone, her eyes falling to the bulge in the front of his pants, she grins at her and turns back to Bobby.
"Yea baby... bring this one along next time... I think she likes him!"
She yanks me out of the coffee shop, waving at Lewis and MIa...
"Fuck Katie... that mother fucker cast a spell on me or something... damn its so hot when a gorgeous guy like that wants me and doesnt know what I, what we do! OMG I'm so fucking wet! Get me out of her girl before I drag that delicious hunk out here and fuck him on the hood of your brand new ride!"
I dig into my purse and pull out the shiny lavender fob. It catches the light just like my phone does--sparkling like some magical little token. I hold it in my palm, the weight of it reminding me that, yes, this is real. This Porsche is real. Mine.
I follow Julia out through the back door, we loop around to the alley. There it is, gleaming in the daylight like it's been waiting just for me. The lavender paint practically glows, sleek and glistening, like a dream made of speed and seduction. My mouth falls open, I still can't believe Jacky gave me this.
Sliding into the driver's seat, I grin wide and pull out my phone, it's the same soft lavender, decked out in crystals. The color match is perfect. Of course it is, Jacky thinks of everything.
I snap a quick selfie, lips pouted just slightly, hair tumbling around my shoulders, with the car's interior in the background. Then I type out a quick message:
"Thank you for the car, it's so perfect. I love it! I promise I'll do everything I can to keep you happy."
I hit send before I can second-guess it, the words feeling right, even if they make my heart flutter.
The engine purrs beneath my fingertips as I ease onto the road. Julia laughs beside me, telling me not to be shy with it, and I'm so not. I tap the gas and the Porsche roars, smooth and powerful as it eats up the street. I can feel it in my chest, that vibration of control and confidence. I love it.
I drive us back to Angel's Landing, my hand tight on the wheel, heart pounding from the thrill of it all.
I pull into the back lot of Angel's Landing, slipping the Porsche into a hidden spot tucked behind the building, just like Julia told me. The front's still crawling with reporters... hoping I'll show my face again.
The lavender paint gleams under the shade as I kill the engine. I step out, smoothing my dress with one hand, clutching the glittering lavender phone in the other. The sparkle on it catches the light just like the car's finish, it's almost ridiculous how pretty everything Jacky gives me is.
I pause for a second, taking it in again. He really gave me this car. I still don't think I've fully processed that.
We say our goodbyes quickly, Julia rushing off toward the offices with a half-wave and a, "Jacky's gone, so I've got a dozen things to juggle, keep yourself entertained, baby!" before disappearing through the front doors.
Inside the gold elevator, I lean back, phone clutched to my chest, smiling like an idiot. The penthouse is quiet when I walk in, the usual hush greeting me like a lover's exhale. I toss my shoes aside and head straight to the bedroom, feeling like I'm glowing from the inside out.
Then... ding.
I glance at the screen. Jacky?
I swipe it open.
And then I stop breathing.
It's him. Jacky. But not alone. He's wrapped up in a girl, legs tangled, mouths open, faces caught in that wild, explosive moment only one thing can cause. It's Jill, I recognize her now--one of the girls from the spa, and the one from the shoot with Missy.
My chest tightens, I mean, I knew, of course I knew. Jacky's not mine, not in any kind of normal way, but still, seeing it... like that.
I let out a breath, slow and deep, and drop the phone onto the bed.
If he gets to have his fun... so do I.
I walk to the closet and run my fingers over the row of bikinis, stopping when I find the one. Silky lavender, barely-there, like it was made to tempt fate. I peel out of my clothes and slip it on, tugging the little side ties and watching in the mirror as it transforms me.
The top hugs my B-cups perfectly, lifting and shaping, the bottoms sit scandalously low, little flashes of skin.
I pose, tilt my hips and smirk at my own reflection. I grab a book and head out to the pool.
The sun is bright and hot when I step out onto the balcony, the heavy glass doors whispering shut behind me. Jacky's private pool glistens like a dream, blue, still, framed by polished stone and lush greenery.
I grab a towel from the stack near the door and stretch it over one of the cushioned loungers. There's a little side table next to it, already stocked with snacks and chilled water, like someone already knew I'd be here today.
Looking around I do not see anyone and decide I will take the suit off to tan. I untie the top and slide it away, then peel the bottoms off one hip at a time. The air is warm against my skin, and I don't feel exposed, I feel free. Like I belong here, like this is mine.
I lie back on the towel, bare under the sun, my book resting open across my stomach as I stretch out. Every inch of me hums from everything this day has already been. From the car, the texts, from the picture.
If Jacky wanted to remind me where I stand, fine. But I don't know why he would want to send that to me. I will make sure to not overreact because I don't want to be back on the beach but it does show me anything goes here.
I hear the door click open behind me and tilt my head slightly, my sunglasses still on.
Two men step out, young, shirtless, lean and sculpted. Dark hair, matching eyes, matching everything, honestly. If they're not twins, they've definitely been mistaken for it before. Each one's carrying a small tool bag, walking toward the pool across the deck like they're here on a mission.
I don't move. Don't cover up. Let the sun kiss every inch of skin as I watch them from behind the safety of my shades. They glance over, one of them does a double-take and then quickly look away, pretending like they didn't just see me.
I smile to myself and flip another page in my book.
Let them look. Today might get even more interesting after all.
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