Inside it was quiet, except for some noise behind a closed door. It sounded like someone was watching porn. Or making porn.

Jenny cracked open the door. The hot server from earlier was splayed on the bed, naked and handcuffed to the headboard. The small room was crowded, and Jenny opened the door a few more inches, to get a better view.

Two naked men stood on either side of the bed, each holding one of her legs back so that she could take the full force of the Black cock plunging deep in and out of her. Her arms stretched and her head twisted back and forth, like she couldn’t take it. “Deeper, deeper…” she moaned. The man’s head thrust back and he grabbed her thighs, pumping fast, staying deep, shuddering. He pulled out and a long string of semen stayed attached to the tip of his dick. “I need the cleanup girl,” he said.

Jenny closed the door softly and backed away, right into a rigid body behind her. She gasped and turned around, coming face to face with Spencer. He grinned. “Enjoying the show?”

“I…uh…I was just trying to find Jade…”

“Yes, you’d expect to find her right in the middle of a scene like that.”

Jenny ignored the remark. “Actually, I heard she was with you. Something about a video...”

“Heh heh, oh yeah, something I’ll savor until my dying day! Is there a problem? Yesterday it didn’t seem that anything in the world could make you blush. But what can I say? You two are just so fucking hot!”

Really, you couldn’t blame him, but Jenny was still mortified. And pissed. Did her ass look huge? Was her lack of experience blatant and cringeworthy?

Spencer leaned in and kissed her, lips warm, tongue tasting sweetly of rum. Quite the opposite of yesterday’s rough and tumble. It was a good kiss. Very good.

Lips locked, he deftly opened a door behind her, guiding her inside with his body, kissing her more passionately, until she found herself lying down on a bed, Spencer pressed on top of her. He finally pulled away and she looked around the dim room. The door was closed. They were alone. Privacy.

“Would you like to see it? The video?”

“How? It was erased. Disappeared.”

Spencer chuckled and kissed her. He grabbed her arms and pinned them over her head.

“You mean Solina? She didn’t delete it.” He leaned down and kissed her again. “That masterpiece is in my permanent spank bank.”

She moved her head away. “How about I give you something to add to your permanent spank bank? The mental one. In exchange for deleting the video?”

She tilted her hips and rubbed up against the giant bulge pressing against his pants. “All you have to do is play nice.” He angled his body just high enough so that he could undo his pants and pull them down, his engorged cock springing free. Jenny wrapped her legs tight around his waist and used all of her momentum to roll him onto his back. Now she had the upper hand.

She grasped his wrists, pulling them over his head. She leaned into him and playfully licked at his ear lobe, whispering, “Or, we can play dirty.” Then she bit down on his earlobe and held on while he moaned and thrust his cock up towards her. She finally let go once the metallic taste of blood entered her mouth.

She laughed and sat up, straddling him while she pulled her dress over her head and tossed it aside. His hand went to his earlobe and then he touched his fingers to his tongue. “I’m bleeding!” She leaned over him and shoved her tongue in his mouth to shut him up. He eagerly reciprocated. Between her legs, she hovered over him, rubbing her vulva up and down the tip of his throbbing dick, shifting her legs open wider for more.

“Oh yeah, you fucking love my pussy. Remember? Your dick remembers.”

“Mmmmhmmm. Magic pussy…”

She teased him for a minute and then slid down, her mouth now hovering over his dick. “But I think you need this magical mouth.” She licked his tip, tasting salty precum. Then she stood.

“I have an idea. Sit here.” She patted the velvet cushion of a chair next to the window. Spencer did as he was told.

She scanned the small room. “Hmmm. Ok, yes, this will work.” She took the cords holding the curtains in place and used them to tie his wrists to the chair. He didn’t fight her.

Spencer’s hard dick quivered while she grabbed his necktie and blindfolded him. Then Jenny got down on her knees. She breathed deeply, her mouth poised over his big pink head, teasing with her warm breath. He opened his legs wider, thrusting against the chair.

“Wait. I’ll be right back.” She stood and quickly pulled her dress back on.

“Oh come on, don’t tease! You can’t just leave me here like this. Is this some kind of joke?” He pulled against his restraints until she leaned in and kissed him hard, taking his pulsating cock in her hand and brusquely jerking him from base to tip.

“Really, just a second. I promise!”

She pulled away and made a quick exit. When she returned a few minutes later, glass of ice in hand, his forehead was beaded with sweat.

“I told you I’d be quick.” She wiped some sweat from his brow. “Ah, you definitely need this.” She rubbed an ice cube on his forehead, and then sucked it, leaning back down to kiss his warm mouth. “Mmmmm….”

She stepped back. He heard the tinkle of ice, unaware that a new, hungry mouth lingered over him, fresh eyes taking in the glory of his glistening cock, and then a hot tongue and melting ice plunged down, taking Spencer deep, down to the base of his shift. Spencer gasped as he was fellated like never before.

“Oh my god, you are Linda Lovelace re-incarnated,” he gasped. His arms (BLANK) at the restraints. He panted while a masterful tongue swirled around the rim of his head, lapped at him, licked his smooth balls. Then went back down and deep again, gagging, at the same time jamming a finger into his ass.

“Jesus! Oh fuck! You have big fingers…of motherfuck me, I’m gonna blow my load right into the back of your throat, you magic bitch, oh motherfuck me, oh fuck yeah…”

There was gagging, but the mouth stayed clamped on him, until the last pulse of jiz left his body. The ice had melted, and there was a big wet patch between Spencer’s legs.

“Whew. You were not kidding about a magical mouth. Let me loose so I can return the favor.”

Jenny untied the blindfold. Spencer stared, eyes wide. “What the everloving fuck is going on?”

Marc stood up, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He smiled. “Hey man. We’ve met. I’m Marc. Jorge’s communications manager. Or more like CUMmunications manager.” He laughed hard at his own joke. Jenny rolled her eyes.

“I know what you’re thinking, and no, this doesn’t make you gay.” He thought he was some kind of comedian. “But if you ever do want to explore the other side a little further, I’d love to be your guide.”

“Ok great, bye Marc, thanks.” Jenny opened the door and pushed him out.

“You know how to find me…” Jenny shut the door before he could finish.

She sat on the bed across from Spencer, phone in hand. His dick was still semi-hard, which was probably a good sign. Not too emasculated. Maybe this wasn’t his first time. Anyway, all cats lick the same in the dark, as they say.

“Jenny. Darlin’. That was a dirty trick. Very dirty. Hell of a BJ though. Hell of a BJ.”

“I guess you could call this a little tit for tat. I wasn’t joking about you deleting that video. My career depends on it. But if you play dirty, I will too.”

She pressed a button on her phone and held it up to his face.

Spencer watched himself get sucked off by Marc. He was surprised that he found it erotic. Still, he had a solid reputation as a ladies man, and he wasn’t about to risk muddying the waters. At least publicly.

“So Spencer, tit for tat? You delete yours, I delete mine?”

“Jenny, I meant no harm. Really, you wouldn’t believe how hot you are. Just untie me so I can get my phone…”

“Not so fast.” She found his phone in his pants pocket on the floor and handed it to him.

“Ok but just look before I delete this masterpiece.” He pulled up the clip and she watched it. He wasn’t wrong. It was fucking hot. She took the phone from him.

“You proved your point. It’s hot. But still, it can’t exist.” She fiddled with his phone, and then handed it back. “Deleted. You swear there are no other copies?”
“I swear! What time have I had between last night and this party? I only sent it to Jorge to mess with him. We go back.”

Jenny didn’t know they went back. But she didn’t have time to get into that now.

She then held up her phone so he could watch her delete as well. “By the way, I put my number in your phone. You know, for like, whatever.”

She untied him, chuckling as he rubbed at the marks left on his wrists from pulling at the restraints.

“I hate to hit and run, but I better get back to your party.” A scab was forming on his ear lobe. She laughed. “You’re kind of a mess.” Was he even a little mad? Testing the waters, she went to kiss him goodbye. He kissed her back. Then lunged towards her and toppled her on the bed.

“I should be furious with you.” He kissed her madly.

“Well, I was furious with you, but I think we can call it even now.” She kissed him back.

“Listen Spencer, I’ll keep this little…ahem…secret of yours, but if I ever find out you’ve got another copy of that video on any kind of device, and that someone has seen it, well…let’s just say your little secret will become BIG news. Got it?”

“I promise, that was it.”

She looked at the fresh cum trail he left on her dress and grabbed her bag. As she twisted the door handle Jenny turned to him. “Give me a few minutes lead time. Also, you have blood on your shirt.” He reached up to touch his earlobe as she closed the door behind her.

She took a deep breath and leaned against the closed door for a moment, as Jade and Solina exited the bathroom together. Giggling, they let go of each other’s hand when they saw Jenny, both looking like the cat that ate the canary. Or something.

Jenny felt a twinge of jealousy. “Looks like I missed the party.” She tried to sound light, but really it was just bitchy.

“Oh babe, we were actually looking for you!” Jade said it, but it didn’t sound like she meant it.

As timing is everything, Spencer exited the bedroom at that very moment, and he and Jenny looked at each other guiltily.

“Looks like I missed the party,” said Jade, bitchy. If she only knew.

“Oh babe, we had actually been looking for you!” Jenny said, and she didn’t mean it. Bitch.

“Now THIS is what I call a party, surrounded by the three hottest women on my yacht!”

They all turned to him in icy silence.

“Spencer!” His bodyguard beckoned to him. “Where the fuck you been?”

“Well ladies, duty calls…” He walked away as fast as he could, just as Jorge walked inside.

“There you are, mi amore.” He put an arm around Solina. “I found you just in time for sunset.” As he steered her out, she looked over her shoulder and winked. Surely at Jade.

“So, this is awkward,” Jade said.

“Yeah.” Jenny leaned over and rubbed lipstick off of Jade’s neck. “You might want to be a little less reckless.”

“Yeah. You might want to do something with that rat’s nest before you head back out. Freshly fucked much?” If only.

Jenny walked by Jade and into the bathroom, locking the door behind her. She stared at herself in the mirror while she brushed her hair and reapplied her lip gloss. She was playing with fire. Friendship, relationship, career, sex, jealousy, betrayal, blackmail. Not necessarily in that order.

“WHO. ARE. YOU?” she asked the mirror. It didn’t answer back.

Jenny walked back out on deck, smile firmly planted, as carefree as she could fake.

She saw Spencer at the bow, phone out, some suit looking over his shoulder, both of them laughing. Her stomach dropped. He wouldn’t dare. She caught his eye and he subtly shook his head with a sheepish smile.

Jorge walked towards her, balancing three drinks. He slowed down and she took one, and as he continued walking he turned back to her. “We’ll talk Monday.” He was smiling, but it was his politician smile. Fake.

Just then, Jade sauntered by, looping her arm through Jenny’s. “Hey, bestie.” She guided Jenny towards the rail. They watched the glorious sunset, all pinks and blues, beyond the Brickell Avenue skyline. Jenny put her head on Jade’s shoulder. “Oh my god, this weekend has been intense.”
“That’s one way to put it,” Jade replied. They both laughed. “But I wouldn’t change a thing.”

“Me neither,” said Jenny. Well, maybe one. They clinked glasses. “To friends forever. And hos before bros, and best friend hos before other hos!”

“I’ll drink to that!” And they guzzled their drinks, and a server came by with more, and they talked and laughed and ignored all of the men who wished they could penetrate that inner circle.

Until they hear a shrill scream. “Man overboard!”