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I moan in delight when Josh’s fingers join JP’s and then Russell’s. The pleasure builds until it finally breaks free through me, making me shudder with lust. I’m trembling, a light sheen of sweat on my skin as my orgasm shivers through me.
My climax is intense. It lasts a few moments before it melts away. There is a wave of relief as my tension fades and a sense of satisfaction as the pleasure lingers. The pack withdraw their fingers, releasing me from their sexy embrace. JP pushes his slick-covered fingers into my mouth, and I lap at them until they’re clean, smiling shyly with a mixture of awe and love.
JP returns my gaze and smiles wickedly, his eyes twinkling with the shared pleasure and excitement we have just experienced. I know this isn’t where it will end. He will require my services to him in public somewhere, sometime in the future. I’m happy to oblige. This was daring and thrilling. I got off on that as much as I did the finger-fuck. He took a fantasy I never knew I had, and made it come to life in the most sensually perfect way possible. He leans in and kisses me, his lips lingering on mine, tasting my cum. I grab Russell’s hand and suck hisfingers into my mouth, cleaning them as well, enjoying his growl of pleasure, before I do the same to Josh. We are all still breathing heavily, the air around us filled with the scent of sex and my pleasure. A sense of wonderment falls over me as I look around the club, the lights and the music rushing back to me as I feel a sense of contentment and joy. This has been an intense, thrilling experience, and I can’t wait to up the ante next time. It’s a game, fulfilling fantasies which I love.
I pull the pack closer to me, making sure they all hear me when I murmur, “I love you.”
Forty-Seven
Storm
A week or so later,after the pack had to go back home, if, for no other reason than they were driving me crazy in the enclosed space of my tiny flat, I’m walking to work alone today. I miss their company, but it’s also refreshing to just be quiet and have my thoughts.
I’m greeted by a familiar face though when I arrive, to my surprise.
Cheryl is hovering, her hand white knuckling her bag as she paces up and down outside my parents’ practice.
“Hey,” she says, marching up to me when she sees me. “Can we talk?”
“Everything okay?” Right, that’s it. I’m turning into my mother.
“Noooo!” she wails and flings her arms around me.
I hug her back but then pull away and lead her over to a bench near the entrance with a big flowerpot next to it.
We sit, and she drops her head into her hands.
I rub her back and ask, “Did the pack do something to upset you?”
She glares up at me. “No. This isn’t about them. It’s about that witch Angela.”
“Oooh,” I murmur and remove my hand from Cheryl. “What did she do to you?”
“It turns out they are in debt up to their ears, and she hasn’t paid me this month. I mean, what the fucking fuck? Sadie as well. She has stayed to cooperate, whatever that means, but I’ve walked out before things went sideways forme. The auditors are there; the ethics board are crawling all over the place. It’s doomed. DOOMED, I tell you!” she roars in my face, tears streaming out of her eyes. “What am I going to do? I haven’t been paid, and now I have to find another job which isn’t going to pay me for another month after that!”
“I know, babes. Well, I didn’t know about the Robbs. That’s shocking.” But it all makes sense now. It makes all the sense that Angela didn’t bother me about my parents’ clientsuntilshe needed me. I was the ace in the hole, supposedly. But why would she think I’d ever betray my parents to help her? She is delusional.
Well, desperate, obviously.
“Do you want me to see if my parents’ can offer you something?”
Her eyes go wide, and she grabs my arm. “Would you? I loathe beingthatfriend, but I’m freaking out.”
“I’ll ask, but I honestly don’t know if they have anything. There’s Miriam here already and me.”
“I’ll do anything. I’ll be their brew bitch. I don’t give a fuck.”
“You could ring the temp agency in the meantime,” I suggest.
“I have. They don’t have anything. And I can’t live like that, not knowing what’s coming in when. I need stability, especially now.”
“Now?”
She sighs. “I’m pregnant. It’s why we went away the other week. It was my heat, and we decided that was the time. And now this happens. I need every penny between now and then and the benefits… fuck.”
I hesitate. She sounds so frantic. I lick my lips nervously. “Is there something else you want to say?”
“What do you mean?” she asks, rooting around in her bag for a tissue, which she finds and blows her nose.
