What She Needs - Lacey Alexander [91]
Then an idea hit her. A really dirty one—so dirty she wasn’t even sure she could bring herself to do it. But the moment that fear struck, that fascinated, curious sort of doubt—the “Can I?” question—she knew she had indeed figured out exactly what a truly naughty, nasty girl would do.
Her whole body tensed as she walked to her purse and drew out her cell phone. She’d barely looked at it all week—and had long forgotten about calling Shannon, unsure now that she could even share with her best friend all that was happening—but she was suddenly glad she’d brought it. Flipping it open, she set it to record video—then she propped it against her purse on the desk, pointing it toward the bed.
And then . . . she became a porn queen again.
Chapter 10
Brent sat at a table next to one of the resort’s many pools, eating an orientation dinner of barbequed ribs with his newly arrived guest. Not every new arrival was greeted in the gazebo with wine and fancy food—Danny Gibbs was a Georgia construction worker who’d just inherited a lot of money, and barbeque by the pool was more his style.
Danny’s needs and desires were par for the course here, especially for guys like him who didn’t have much luck with the kind of girls he wanted—gorgeous model types. So his first fantasy would be a beach tryst with a beautiful bikini-clad babe, progressing from there to a multiple cheerleader fantasy and other similar scenarios. Compared to Jenna, guiding Danny was a breeze—Brent could practically do it in his sleep. But he did have a goal for Danny—he hoped by the time Danny left he’d be more confident, smoother with the ladies, and as they ate, he casually gave the guy some pointers without making it obvious that’s what he was doing.
Just as he was schooling Danny on how to approach a woman, though, his phone vibrated in his pocket. “Just a second,” he said, annoyed at the interruption. But given that the staff didn’t usually bother guides during meetings, he thought he’d better check it.
Glancing down, he saw a text from the front desk: Jenna Banks asking for your #. Says important. OK to give?
Hmm. Never a dull moment with Jenna. She’d been on his mind all afternoon since her sumptuously sexy performance at the Grotto.
He sent back a quick OK, then returned to his conversation.
Fifteen minutes later, as Brent was going over some basic fantasy rules, his phone vibrated again. He paused to pull it out and take a look, surprised to see Jenna wasn’t calling but had sent him something.
Was it . . . a video? He didn’t use most of the fancy gadgets on his phone, so he wasn’t sure, but when he clicked, it was indeed a video—of Jenna stretched out on her bed in only a pretty pair of lace panties, again caressing her breasts. His chest tightened instantly and he pushed the pause button, looking to Danny. “Excuse me,” he said, trying to sound completely calm and professional. “I’m afraid I have to take this.”
Brent hurried away across the patio onto a more private sundeck, empty now that night had fallen. Then he resumed watching the video of Jenna—in total awe.
She massaged her tits so sweetly, so sensually—he knew she wasn’t just acting for the camera. She was truly making herself feel good. And though thoughts of her had kept him moderately hard all day, now he stiffened further.
Next, she reached beside her and—ah—drew his little present into the picture. He watched, utterly captivated, as she raked the pink shaft up over one nipple, then the other, playing, experimenting for him. As she let the fake cock glide down over her beautifully bare torso, she watched its progress, sensually sliding her tongue across her upper lip before she dipped the toy between her legs. Yes, baby, that’s so hot. His erection grew.
He waited patiently—but also eagerly—until she set the vibrator aside and used both dainty hands to ease those sexy panties down her thighs, then off. So, so pretty,