Song for the mood: Touch Myself (originally by the Divinyls) covered by BØRNS. Wow, this guy's voice is like honey! This one is for Alistair. 😂

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Alistair

One week later, Saturday, April 23

"Come on, pick up the phone, woman!" I muttered, tapping my right foot on the polished burgundy hardwood floor in the living room of my penthouse apartment.

I held my cellphone in my unsteady hand, which trembled with excitement.

Damn it! I've been trying to reach you for the past fifteen minutes.

"Hello?" Vera's soothing voice answered on the other line, softly killing the nerves that itched my soul.

"Good morning, sweetheart," I murmured, relieved to hear her voice.

"Who's this?"

"Have you forgotten me already?"

"Hmm...Mister Scott."

There was a pause on the other line. Was it disconnected?

"Are you still there?" I rubbed my temples.

"Alistair, it's nine o'clock on a Saturday morning."

"Yeah?"

"You woke me up." She yawned, exhaling grandly. "It's early."

"Sweetheart, I've been awake since six a.m. The day started a while ago."

"Nope. Not for me, it hasn't. If there's one thing you need to know about me, it's that I'm not a morning-"

"Did you get my roses?" I blurted out. It was a burning question that crossed over to my thought track.

"I did, thank you. They arrived at the office on Thursday before lunch."

"Good, that's what I wanted to hear."

"Mmm, Mister Scott-"

"Did you miss me?"

"Your bald avenger?" Vera chuckled.

"Now, Miss Richland, it's not nice to make fun of my-"

"Rocket? One-eyed monster? Family jewels? Oh, they must be worth a lot!"

"You won't be getting any," I teased back.

"I miss you," the lioness purred.

Wide awake with arousal, I pulled down the front of my sweats and started tugging. "What are you wearing?"

"Mmm, wouldn't you like to know?" Sugar Lips sweet-talked.

I closed my eyes and pictured my queen's mocha eyes and her swollen, dark nipples. The vision of her creamy little nub was enough to send little Scotty to a state of perpetual excitement.

I pulled my cock harder, continuing my five-finger shuffle at a steady rhythm. "Tell me, sweetheart, does your naked body miss me?"

"I couldn't stop thinking of you," she confessed.

"Play with yourself," I drawled, pulling and playing with the foreskin around the glans. I continued massaging at a faster pace.

"Oh, I already am, Mister Scott. In fact, I'm naked, and I'm rubbing myself with a little body oil."

"Good girl. That's my girl." My breathing hitched. I pictured Vera nude and oiled up on her bed.

"I want you to pretend you've got my cock."

"Oh, Mister Scott." Vera's breathing hitched, and her tone changed. Sweetness dripped in her low moans. "I want you!"

I groaned, feeling my body tense as I increased the speed of my handjob. "Good, that's it. Now, I want you to remember my cock."

"Oh, I won't forget you! I want you in me right now."

On cue, I heard a soft vibrating noise in the background. "What's that, sweetheart?"

"It's my vibrator. I'm thinking of your thick knob entering my sweet pussy," Vera teased.

"Think of me filling you up with my cum. Would you like a bit of cream pie?"

"The question is, do you want your cock inside me, bad boy?"

"Fuck, yeah! He's far from virtuous right now."

"He was never virtuous, you dirty boy! The wicked things that you do-"

"I want you!" I grunted, pulling myself.

"Oh, I'm coming, Scotty! I'm coming!" Vera wailed, crying my name over and over again.

"Oh, God! I'm sending you all my love right now!" I yelled. My balls tightened, and my erection exploded, jetting ribbons of cum all over the hardwood floor.

After seconds of heavy panting, we both began talking at the same time.

"You go first, sweetheart," I encouraged.

"I appreciate that you called, and I love the flowers you sent me."

"I'm glad to hear. So, what are you doing tonight?"

"I've got no plans. How about you?" Vera asked.

"Well, a few weeks ago, I locked myself into a date for tonight. She's the cousin of a business partner."

"Oh, duty calls?"

"It's an obligation."

"Then go. End the date before midnight if you're up for a midnight snack. Call me."

"Like a booty call?"

"Yeah. Why not?"

"I have got to confess, I like you, sweetheart. I like you a lot."

Stone-cold silence greeted my confession. I checked the phone screen to see if we had been cut off, but she was still on the line. "Vera, are you there?"

"Uh, yeah. Listen, I need to go. I have to hit the shower before my flatmate, Saph, wakes up."

"Alright. We'll talk later. Ciao, sweetcakes."

"Ciao, Mister Scott."

***

Seven p.m.

"Oh, Alistair, do you like what I'm wearing?" The voice of syrupy sweetness dripped from my en-suite bathroom.

"Come here and let me see you, sweetheart," I replied.

The dark-haired princess with olive skin stepped out of the bathroom and walked toward me. I rested on my bed, still in my bathrobe, after sex in the shower with this vixen about an hour ago.

It would take me a few minutes to get ready, so I didn't rush things. Instead, I went through some documents for work while the princess prepped herself for tonight.

"Well? What do you think of the dress?" Her green feline eyes, smoked with heavy eyeliner, flirted with me. She rubbed her hands along her tight hour-glass body, alluring me with her tiny waist and round ass.

"I like it." I smiled, rubbing my chin. I abandoned my laptop and curled my index finger into a beckoning hook.

"Come to Scotty," I teased, inviting my date with my sexy, come-hither smirk.

I watched Vanessa's hips lead the way toward me in her jet-black minidress. It featured a low cowl neckline that plunged to her navel, revealing her plump breasts and a nipple slip when she leaned forward.

The beauty pouted, forming her glossy duck lips into a sexy pucker. Those lips begged to suck my cock. "Well, you should like my dress! You bought it for me, after all."

"Show me your cleavage," I commanded. I paid Lexy, one of my star employees at The Church, to pick the outfit and deliver it to me.

Vanessa popped out her breasts, allowing me to kiss each hardened peak.

My business partner's little cousin was a sex kitten with a 'fuck-me' mouth. Young and flawless, the twenty-one-year-old vixen preferred older sugar daddies to handsome college boys. I didn't mind, as long as I got something out of it.

"Babe, your body is banging. Right now, I want to taste it." I threw Vanessa a devilish grin and removed my bathrobe, exposing my semi-erect manhood.

"Hitch up your dress," I ordered her.

"Is this what you want to see, Scotty?" Vanessa lifted the material, revealing a pussy that was shaven around the lips, topped with a trimmed tuft of hair on the mound above her clit.

"Oh yes," I murmured, feeling my cock stiffen to a full erection. "Such a pretty little pussy."

Inhaling her musky scent, I kissed her soft nub, gently at first, and inserted one finger into her entrance. I licked the slickness between her thighs while my finger dipped in and out, exploring her vaginal walls' tightness. "Heavenly," I whispered, amazed at the wonders of womanhood.

"Oh, Scotty, what are you doing to me?" Vanessa asked in between her moans of pleasure.

"I'm driving you wild," I murmured, then continued to suck on her sex until she cried out my name, squirting her juices into my mouth. I savored her taste with enthusiasm and inhaled her heady scent. Her vaginal lips were soaked with creamy wetness when I kissed them after removing my finger. This sexy brunette beauty tasted divine.

"Scotty, I'm hungry," Vanessa's pouty mouth whined when I looked up at her. "Can I taste you?"

My cock hardened again at the thought of her mouth giving me a deep and throaty blowjob. "Very well, then. Get on your knees and suck!" I ordered.

Vanessa obeyed but asked, "Will we be late for our dinner reservation?"

"Have you forgotten who I am?" I cocked my head to one side, baring my teeth in a tight smile.

The little brat pouted her plump lips again.

"Would you like to end this right now?" I drawled, petting her pussy with my forefinger and thumb. It was still wet and milky with arousal.

"No, sir."

"Good. Show me what you want to do," I sighed with exasperation. Let's get this over and done with.

Just as Vanessa kneeled and started to suck on my naked cock noisily, I closed my eyes and thought of Vera.

Ah, Vera. I imagined the smoothness of her lips as she took the greatest care to-

"Fucking shit!" I yelped, almost jumping off the bed. I glanced at the trout pout, who twirled a piece of hair, frantically batting her eyelashes as if that would make up for the shitty sex.

"Watch your fucking teeth! Are you trying to bite it off?" I scoffed, running my hands through my hair.

"I'm sorry." There it was. The pout, a nipple reveal, and some pussy rubbing.

"Get up, love. Let's go to the restaurant," I said.

"Are you sure you don't want more?"

I shook my head.

"Will you let me drive your Porsche?"

What the heck? Was she mad? I shook my head again. "Nope. Sorry, love."

"Awww, c'mon, Scotty! Pretty please? Puh-lease?" Vanessa whined.

"No! Let's get this bloody date over and done with," I muttered under my breath.

I got up to get dressed and shooed Vanessa toward the living room.

Just as I reached the knob of the walk-in wardrobe, I noticed my phone buzzed.

Hoping it was Vera, I checked my messages.

It was a missed call from Erin. Didn't the woman understand that she needed to leave me alone?

Shaking my head, I threw the phone on my bed.

A/N: What would Vera do if she was in the same room as Alistair and Vanessa?

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