Revealing Thoughts (Victoria Wilde #3) (14 page)

"Yo, Rob," Carl said without skipping a beat.
"Come in." The woman looked at Rob and instantly perked up. She
stared at him while licking her lips and moaning. Rob walked in
slowly and was mostly creeped out, but a little turned on as he
watched the woman who suddenly seemed to really be enjoying the
sex.

"Rob, this is Daphne. Daphne, this is the guy I
was telling you about."

"Nice to meet you, Rob," she said with a wide
sexy smile.

"Good to meet you also."

Carl pulled out of Daphne and walked over to the
counter without bothering to cover up. He asked, "You want to do a
line?"

Rob stammered, "Uh, no…thanks."

Carl bent over to the counter, snorted, then
lifted back up, and rubbed his nose. Carl looked at Rob for a
moment dizzied and then headed back to Daphne. He slipped back
inside her and began moving his hips.

Daphne stared at Rob as she said, "I feel like
sucking a big cock. Do you feel like getting your big cock
sucked?"

He really did, and she was hot, but this was a
little weird. He was just drunk enough that he unzipped his pants
and pulled out his growing cock. He took a big sip and then placed
his beer down on a stool next to the chaise. Daphne stared at his
penis with her eyes widened and reached out to touch it. She
swallowed him whole, and Rob felt Carl's eyes on him as Daphne
worked her magic mouth over him.

"Oh, God," Rob moaned as she lifted his cock,
then reached into his fly, and gently pulled out his balls. She
began licking them, and Rob leaned his head back with his eyes
closed.

Carl's phone rang. He pulled it out of his
pocket and took the call while still pumping away. He said, "Okay,
I'll be right there."

She moved her mouth back to Rob's penis as Carl
walked to a door just ten feet from Rob. Carl fumbled with his keys
as he stared back at the two of them completely captivated by the
oral pleasures. He tried to put the key in the lock then dropped
the set to the floor. He reached down with his eyes still locked on
Daphne's mouth, discovered the keys and then glanced at the lock as
he inserted the key.

He opened the door and stood with his back
against it as he continued to stare at the busy pair. Rob looked up
to the ceiling as Daphne sucked him harder and harder. He groaned.
Carl grabbed a box and placed it against the door to prop it open,
then he glanced down to his still hard cock, opened his pants, and
uncomfortably tucked it away. He walked to a large garage type, but
secure-looking steel rolling door at the back of the room. He
pressed a button and the door began to rise up.

Rob glanced to the left inside the propped door
and spotted what looked like the door to a giant safe. It was
bright steel and looked like a bank vault; Rob moved away from
Daphne for a better look. She glared up to him annoyed, but
adjusted her position and followed him over. She returned to his
balls just as the rolling door opened fully and two uniformed
security guards each wheeled a hand truck carrying three large
crates. Carl looked back to Rob, gave him a thumbs up, and Rob
returned the gesture with a weak smile. The two guards and Carl
stood in the doorway watching the act, grinning and quietly
commenting. Daphne glanced at them, grinned, then moved until her
ass was high in air and pointed directly at the three spectators.
Carl and the guards stared at her ass, and Rob noticed that the
guards were both armed, but he didn't see any markings on their
uniforms to indicate what company they were with.

Rob returned his attention to Daphne as she
sucked him back into her mouth and continued her work. He glanced
up to the doorway every few seconds as he watched the guards leave,
and Carl push the button for the rolling door to close. Daphne
pulled away from him, took a big sip of Rob's icy, cold beer, and
then plunged her frozen mouth over his hot shaft. His mouth flew
open, he gasped, and glanced down to her breathlessly. He breathed
in deeply and when he had recovered, he glanced back through the
door to Carl who now stood in front of the safe dialing in the
combination on the huge mechanism. Carl pushed down the handle and
pulled open the heavy door just as Daphne pulled away from Rob. She
said, "Carl, get back here. I need you."

Rob watched as Carl glanced into the safe,
frowned, and then looked to Daphne. He turned toward them, smiled,
then reached into his pants, and pulled out his penis. He stroked
it as he headed back toward the room. He turned back, with one hand
still working his growing cock and with the other, slid the box
that was holding the door away. As he rushed back to Daphne, the
door closed slowly, but the box was still in its path. The door
pushed the box, sliding it against the doorframe and leaving the
door open about a foot.

Daphne guided Rob back to his original position,
and Carl went back to his, and slipped his now rigid penis inside
of her. She groaned. Rob watched as Carl looked momentarily
concerned at the open door; then Rob saw him put it out of his mind
as he focused on Daphne.

A few minutes later, Carl groaned loudly and
then slumped over on top of Daphne. Rob groaned next, and Daphne
pushed him away slightly; he finished himself off and shot into his
open hand. Carl headed back to the counter for another line, and
Rob took the opportunity to walk around the far side of the chaise
lounge closer to the partially open door. He peered into the room
through the open safe. Inside he spotted two stacks of gold bars
approximately two feet wide by two feet high by two feet deep. He
did a quick count of three bars across, seven bars deep, and it
looked to be about ten bars high. He glanced to Carl who was still
occupied and then looked back at a stack of hundred dollar bills in
an even larger block. He rushed toward the kitchen area before Carl
looked for him. Rob washed his hand then zipped up.

Daphne was ready for round two, but Rob said he
was too drunk and was feeling sick. Both Carl and Daphne gave him a
disappointed look as he left the room. Rob slumped against the wall
outside the room with his heart pounding, and it wasn't at all
related to the professional quality oral sex.

Jillian woke up early and began writing. Brian
slept in since he was currently unemployed. After two hours of
writing erotica, Jillian found herself completely wet and for the
first time on a weekday anyway, she had somewhere to turn. She
headed upstairs. When she walked into the bedroom, Brian was
walking out of the bathroom naked and drying his hair with a towel.
She said, "Oh, good you're clean."

"Why?"

"I feel like blowing you."

"Writing again?" he asked with a fake frown.

"Do you have to make that same joke every
time?"

"Sorry, I'll stop."

She walked up to him and took his penis in her
hand. It was already growing before she touched it. She said, "You
don't have to. I still think it's cute, but it'll probably wear
thin pretty soon." Jillian kissed his chest as she continued
stroking his cock.

He asked, "Purely out of curiosity, what were
you writing about?"

"A scene where this married couple has anal sex
for the very first time."

"Sounds hot."

"It was."

She cupped his balls as she shimmied her hips.
"I kinda feel like doing everything too."

"Really?"

Jillian nodded and then the doorbell rang. She
sighed. "Keep it hard, and I'll be right back." She headed for the
door and then turned back. She paused and gave him a sexy look.
"Maybe we should even go around the world." He smiled.

She rushed to the foyer with her mind wandering,
and the heat boiling up in her loins. When she opened the door, she
found a young man standing there. He asked, "Are you Jillian
Grayson?"

"Yes."

He handed over a large envelope. "Have a nice
day."

Five minutes later, Brian was in bed keeping
himself hard by stroking him penis every thirty seconds or so. He
was just about to go look for Jillian when she appeared in the door
wearing a frown.

"Where were you? I can't keep it hard
forever."

She shook her head and then shot back,
"What?"

"What's wrong?"

"I'm being sued."

"For what?"

"Over the novel. Natalie is claiming that I
created a character based on her without her permission. She's
suing for defamation and invasion of privacy."

"What?" Brian asked as he continued to stroke
his cock without thinking.

"Your ex-girlfriend is suing me and my publisher
for four million dollars."

"Holy shit. How can she sue? The legal team
cleared you, right?"

"Yes, but I guess anyone can sue anyone."

Brian nodded as he stared straight ahead with
his cock still completely hard. Jillian glared down to it. "What
the hell are you doing?"

He gave her a sheepish look as he began, "I'm,
uh…Do you still want to go around…the…" She glared at him, turned,
and headed toward the door. "How about just halfway around, you
know to take your mind…" he shut up when she was out of sight. He
whispered, "Fucking Natalie."

Jillian called the publishing company and asked
for the division chief of her imprint. She reached the chief's
assistant. The assistant said, "Debra's in a meeting. Can I take a
message?"

"It's Jillian Grayson."

"Oh, Miss Grayson. We've actually been trying to
reach you. Let me transfer you to the conference room."

A few seconds later Jillian heard, "Jillian. So
I've got you on speaker. We've got Howard and Melissa from legal
along with Dan Peterson, the company president. We've been
discussing the lawsuit."

"Hey, Dan."

"Jillian," Dan replied. "I'm so sorry about
this."

"So who is this Natalie Brookhart? Do you
actually know her?" Debra asked.

Jillian paused in confusion. "Yeah."

"How?"

"She's the ex-girlfriend of my fiancé."

"Why is this the first we're hearing about
this?" Dan asked.

"Wait. You guys know all about this. Albert told
me everything was cleared through legal."

"Who's Albert?" Dan asked.

"Her agent," Debra replied and said louder,
"Jillian, we don't have anything on this. We're completely
blindsided here."

"There must be some mix-up. Albert had all the
information. He told me he submitted it to legal and—"

"Look, Jillian, this is the first we're hearing
about any of this. Just tell us whether the character in your novel
was based on this woman or not?" Dan asked.

"Well, yes, but…"

"Jillian, this is Howard Adams. Are we correct
when we assume that you don't have a signed authorization from
her?"

"Uh, no, I—"

"So is it loosely based on this Miss Brookhart?"
Debra asked.

"We changed her name and the college, but
everything is based on true events." Jillian raddled off
quickly.

"So the question is would a reasonable person be
able to determine that the character is based on her?" Melissa
asked.

"I don't think so," Jillian replied.

"So the cover picture of the ballerina. We
assume Miss Brookhart cannot put herself into that position."

"She can. That cover was Brian's idea," Jillian
replied nervously and then quickly regretted mentioning him.

"Who's Brian?" Dan asked impatiently.

"Her fiancé," Debra replied
loudly. "The
technical virgin
thing, now that is all your creation, I assume."
There was no reply from Jillian. Debra asked, "Jillian are you
there?"

"I'm here."

"The virgin thing?"

Jillian sighed then said, "That's all her.
That's her name for it. It's all true or as far as my son and Brian
have told me."

In the conference room in New York, Howard,
Melissa, Debra, and Dan sat around the small table with the
speakerphone in the center. Everyone looked shocked.

"Your son?" Dan asked loudly.

Jillian said, "Yes, he was
dating her for a while as well. Secretly and behind Brian's back.
You see Brian kind of fell for Natalie when he saw her do this
thing they all called
the leg
thing
. She was known around campus for
this particular move and—"

"Isn't that the title of the novel as well?" Dan
interrupted.

"Yes, that was Bri—I mean yes it is."

"I do like the title," Debra said, and Dan
glared at her. She shrugged.

"So you also stole the title from her."

"I did not, I mean…"

Dan sighed and then began, "Let me see if I have
all of this straight. You based a character completely and wholly
on a young woman who was not only dating your son, but also your
fiancé. The cover image is a picture of a unique ballet move that
Miss Brookhart is known widely for doing. Oh, and you also used a
title that anyone who knows Miss Brookhart would immediately
identify with her."

The four waited with their heads cocked for her
reply. After five seconds Jillian said, "Well when you say it all
like that it sounds kind of bad, but…"

All four people in the room exhaled, and then
Dan said, "The good news is it's selling very well. So in the event
that we're required to offer a settlement in the six-figure range
we still might break ev—"

Back in Miami, Brian stood listening as a switch
went off on Jillian. She interrupted, "I will not give that
money-grubbing whore a penny." His eyes widened as he listened to
only her side of the call.

"Please tell me you don't use language like that
in the book referring to Miss Brookhart," Howard said.

Jillian lost her anger as she said, "Uh, there
might be something along those lines in there."