Pleasure Extraordinaire 2 (PURSUIT)

the bed and cry out
     as the tension inside me reaches to its highest. Wild convulsions follow. I continue
     thrusting the dildo until the spasms die out and pull it out slowly. Its strong latex
     smell hits my nostrils and I wince. It’s nowhere near arousing like a real cock smeared
     in my juices. If it was Ace’s cock, or Zane’s, I’d lick it clean, something I’ve never
     done with my previous lovers. But, both Ace and Zane are so sexy, I’d demand to do
     it without them having to ask me for it.
    I slip out of my gown and sneak under the bed covers naked. I’ll have to take up Ace’s
     offer much sooner than I thought.
    The next days until Friday fly in a blur with mundane work activities, except for
     the exhausting evening of gown shopping. I buy twelve dresses, twenty pairs of shoes,
     three coats, and several pairs of underwear. Not to mention new make-up and fragrances.
     The only problem I have to tackle is space, since my tiny apartment has very limited
     storage.
    On Friday morning, I call Ace’s office number to inform him about my decision. He
     sounds relieved to hear from me.
    “I was thinking,” I say hesitantly. He’ll most likely decline my request, but at least
     I’ll have tried. “I’d very much like to try out the threesome offer.”
    “I’m glad to hear that. I have a hunch that you’ll go with two men, rather than a
     man and a woman.”
    “You got that right.” Why would I pay for another woman’s pleasure?
    “Have you any experience with two men at the same time?”
    “Ahh, no.” If you don’t count fantasies.
    “You can check out our database to decide with whom you want to have threesome with.
     All of my men have experience in threesomes and orgies; it’s part of their training.
     So, don’t worry about having a mismatch. They’ll all have your satisfaction at heart,
     and if you don’t feel comfortable and decide to proceed with only one of your lovers,
     that’s just fine, too.”
    He’s seriously thinking I’ll pick him and another escort that I don’t know, but the
     other guy will lose the competition and I’ll just want to stay with him. I grin, hoping
     he’ll not feel it through the phone. “I’d like to talk to you in person about something
     personal before going ahead with the selection. Do you have a few minutes for me today?”
    “Sure.”
    “Okay, I’ll be at your office in the afternoon?”
    “You don’t need to drive all the way. Would you like to have lunch together in Westwood?
     I know a great Italian restaurant.”
    “Okay,” I say hesitantly, hoping he doesn’t mean it as a date.
    “Say twelve? I’ll text you the address.”
    Smiling to myself, I disconnect and wait for the text. My phone rings with a new text
     message and I hurry to read it. It just has the address; no additional words of innuendo,
     not even a “see you” is added at the end. Disappointing.
    I hurry to have shower but primp myself slowly and with care. By the end of my grooming,
     my hair is all flat, my eyelashes double their length and thickness, and my lips dark
     crimson. I’ll have to make it hard for him to resist my proposal, yet I don’t want
     to appear as a hooker and be photographed with him. So, I go for a low-cut red blouse,
     a pair of black skinny jeans, and black high heels to make my rear stick out.
    I drive my new Audi to the restaurant, both excited and nervous at the same time.
     A few people take notice of me, but don’t dare bother me, I guess, for the fear of
     pissing me off.
    I enter the restaurant hesitantly, glancing around to locate Ace, am greeted by a
     girl at the reception desk. As soon as I tell her I’m with Ace Hawkins, she escorts
     me to a secluded part at the back of the restaurant and nods as she leaves me alone
     with Ace.
    Ace stands to shake my hand and gets my chair. I take my seat, highly incapable of
     suppressing the electrifying effect of his skin on mine, and examine him from head
     to toe. He’s