Bru's Girls Ch. 14

He pulled her against him, sealing his mouth to hers. Their hands bumped and entangled as they stripped her. Soon she found herself flat on her back in the middle of her bed with her ankles on his shoulders and her knees by her ears. She gasped as his sheath-covered cock slid into her. He gritted his teeth until his balls rested against her ass. Then he began to move.

Her breaths became pants. With each forward stroke, his dick hit her cervix. The back slide hit the sweet spot. Her fingers clutched at his ass. Their harsh breathing mingled with the music playing, punctuated by moans.

"Christ Jesus," Karl muttered. His pace quickened. A forward thrust and Amy saw stars. She stiffened, a cry escaping from between her lips. He groaned and ground his pelvis against hers. He shook with the force of his orgasm. After a few moments, he lowered her legs and rolled off her. Through half-opened eyes, she watched as he walked to the bathroom on unsteady legs. She smiled and stretched, then winced.

"What is it?"

"Jus' a twinge." She rubbed her abdomen. He moved her hand to stare at the still-healing scar. He placed light kisses along it before lying down. He pulled her into his arms, his hand stroking her back in light caresses. Soon both were asleep.

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Nicki stepped from the shower and wrapped a towel around her. She entered her room, glancing around. Lit candles lined her dresser and nightstand while mellow jazz played softly. Sean met her with a glass of wine. She took a sip, watching him over the edge of the glass. He slowly unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it on a nearby chair.

"Now what?" she asked. Reaching out, he pulled the towel off of her, letting it scrape across her skin. He laid it in the middle of the bed.

"Lay down on your stomach." She raised her eyebrow at the request before crawling onto the mattress. She stretched out, resting her head on her arms. A drop of warm oil trailed down her spine. Hands followed the oil, spreading it out along her ribs and shoulders. In strong strokes, he rubbed the oil into her back and down her arms. His fingers brushed the underside of her breasts. More oil was spread down her legs. Feet, calves and thighs were treated to the light massage. As he worked the oil into her thighs, his knuckles grazed her pussy lips. She widened her legs, giving him a subtle hint. He chuckled. "Time to roll over."

She rose up on her knees, thrusting her ass into the air as she stretched. She glanced over her shoulder to find a smirk on his face. He motioned for her to turn over. She sighed and laid down on her back. She raised her arms above her head and arched her back. She looked at him through half-lidded eyes with a pout on her mouth. "Is all dis necessary?"

He crawled up the bed to straddle her hips. "It's called seduction, lass. It makes all the difference in the orgasm." He dribbled some oil between her breasts and down her stomach. He began to rub the oil into her skin. His nimble fingers kneaded her breasts, rolled her nipples until they stood erect. He pushed them together. Leaning down, his tongue flicked the tight nubs. She moaned and arched her back, thrusting her tits closer to his mouth. He laughed, sending a gust of air across her skin.

Lazily, he worked his way down her body. A nip, a lick, a kiss; down to her navel. Grasping the ring with his teeth, he gently pulled on her piercing before dipping his tongue into the indention. A sharp intake of breath concaved her stomach. The journey continued.

Sean stretched out on top of Nicki's legs, scooting down until his face was even with her hairless muff. Starting at the apex of her legs, he gradually licked up the crease to her hip on one side then the other. She wiggled and squirmed at the ticklish sensations of his tongue and stubble. She gasped as that wicked tongue delved in to the seam of her nether lips, the stubble on his chin abrading the sensitive skin. She cried out when he flicked her clit with the tip of his tongue. She squirmed, trying to get her legs out from under him to spread them open. He lent his full weight on her to keep her still. Her hips bucked with every graze of his tongue. Soon her whole body was tingling and shaking with her impending orgasm. And he stopped.

She opened her eyes to stare blankly at the ceiling. She gulped in air to her starving lungs. "What de fuck?" she barely managed to ask. "If I could move I'd kick your ass."

"Why would you do that, luv?" He shifted his position, draping her legs over his shoulders. "You would be missing out."

"On what? You ain't done nothin' yet." She squealed as two fingers plunged inside. A few more deep thrusts had her back arching, her scream echoing through the room. She laid there boneless for seemingly endless moments. When a coherent thought could form in her mind, she raised her head to look at him. "Oh my God. Dat was de best orgasm I've had in a while."

A small smile tilted the corners of his mouth. Keeping his eyes locked with hers, he kissed the inside of each thigh then her mons before snaking his tongue out to swirl around her clit and twisting his hand. Her eyes crossed. "You really didn't think I was finished, did you luv?"

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Hearing a click and a whir, Amy cracked an eye open. Not trusting what she was seeing, she opened the other eye and raised her head. Orlando was leaning against the wall, one of her cameras in his hands. He snapped another picture before crossing the room. The bed dipped under his weight as he sat near her head.

"Whacho doin' here?" she asked, her voice husky.

"Everybody's schedule was moved up. We have pick-ups starting on Saturday."

The body behind her shifted. Kisses were lightly placed along her shoulders and spine. A hand moved between her legs, rubbing intimate places.

"Ya'll set me up," she said.

"Just a little," Karl whispered in her ear.

Orlando scooted down on the bed to join them, his hand joining Karl's.

*****

March

Mardi Gras

Thi wiped down the bar and blew her bangs out of her eyes. She and Beth were manning the bar during the slow period. Everyone else was out on the streets of New Orleans, enjoying the last bits of Mardi Gras. She looked up as the crowd pollution of outside entered the quiet bar. The guy standing in the door was talking to someone outside before shutting the door. He glanced up to find her watching her. He smiled.

"Hi."

"Hi."

"How come you're not busy?"

"Everybody's out dere." Oh Lord, she thought as he drew closer. He took the barstool right in front of her.

"I'm Jon."

"I know. I'm Thi."

"You don't seem to be enjoying this fine Mardi Gras day."

She smiled. "I enjoyed it plenty yesterday."

"Hey, Thi. Let's get outta here," Beth said. She rounded the corner and stopped short. "Sorry. Didn' realize we still had a customer."

"You go. I'll see you at home."

"Gotcha." She closed the door behind her and locked it.

"You're closed?" Jon asked.

"Yeah. We close early on certain days." She placed a bottle of beer in front of him.

"What's this?"

"Abita beer. Made here in N'Awlins."

Jon glanced around the bar. Standing he began to walk around, looking at the pictures. Thi followed his progress. He stopped to look at several of the photos. He pointed to the one hanging over the Bayou table. "Who's this?"

"Amy Brouchard an' her daughter, Amber. Amy's brother owns de bar."

"Is that Orlando Bloom with them?"

"Yeah. He's Amber's daddy."

He finished the tour by coming behind the bar. He placed his arms on either side of her, trapping her between him and a cooler. He leaned forward to nuzzle along her neck. "Can anybody see inside?"

"Not really. Why?"

"Because I'm up for something." He brushed his hips against her ass. "Are you?" She nodded. "I have a confession to make; I'm an exhibitionist. The thought of fucking you here, now, and anyone can see us, has me so hard."

She groaned and pressed back against him. With quick fingers, he hand her pants and underwear around her ankles. She kicked off her shoes then her jeans. She turned around. His pants were unfastened, his dick out. He slowly stroked himself as she hopped onto the cooler and spread her legs. With his free hand, he petted her nether lips, his fingers delving inside to test her readiness. They came out, slick, to circle her clit. He stepped forward, repeating the motion with his dick. She moaned her head falling back. Slowly he slid inside, burying himself to the hilt.

"Raise your shirt."

She pulled her shirt up and dragged the cups of her bra down. Her nipples beaded from exposure. He leaned over to capture one of the buds between his teeth. He nipped gently, his tongue swirling to take away the sting. He held her legs wide. He slid back and forth, pulling nearly all the way out before slowly entering her again. She palmed her tits, tugging and rolling her nipples.

"Oh yeah," he muttered as he increased his pace. Soon he was banging into her. The cooler she was seated on thumped on the floor in time with his strokes. He sucked a nipple into his mouth and bit down. Thi screamed and bucked against him as her orgasm hit. Jon swiveled his cock into her, riding out her climax before coming into her depths.

His movements slowed down then stilled. He pulled out. Grabbing a nearby towel, he wiped their juices off his dick. He handed her the towel to clean up while he adjusted his clothes. She hopped off the cooler and grabbed her jeans. When she bent over, he slid his hand over her ass and into her sopping pussy.

"If only I had all night," he said. "I would love to get my tongue in there." He nipped at her hip before removing his hand. With a salute he was out the door.

"Well damn," she muttered. She dressed quickly. As she rounded the bar, she screamed when a shadow moved. Asher stood with his arms across his chest. "I tought you were out dere." She gestured to the hoard outside.

"I'm leavin' now. Nice display." Her face turned red. "I saw a few cameras flashin'. Course I wasn' spectin' to see dat in my bar, else I woulda had mine."

*****

"Hey Amy," Beth called out as she walked into the door. "Where you at?"

"Office."

She turned right, walked through the studio and into Amy's office. She found her friend packing her camera bag. "Where you off to?"

"Photo shoot."

"Wit who?" She was about to sit on the corner of the desk when Amy answered, "Trace Atkins." She nearly hit the floor.

"You're joking."

"No why?" She finally looked up.

"Need any help?" Beth asked hopefully.

Standing Amy looked at one of her best friends. "You want to come wit me to a photo shoot where you'll be bored to deaf because why?"

"One of de hottest country stars is gonna be in front of your camera. My God, woman, do you know what he looks like?"

"Yeah I seen him. How come you ain't goin' to de concert tomorrow?"

"Sold out, an' I gotta work." She pouted.

"Oh good God, here." Amy handed Beth an envelope. "Two tickets an' backstage passes. I'll get Mama to baby sit an' I'll take your shift."

"Oh tank you, Amy." She jumped up and hugged her friend. "Thi's right, you got connections."

"No, it's part of my pay."

"So, can I come wit you?"

She sighed. "Let's go."

"So," Beth began as they drove toward River Road. "I heard Karl an' Orly were in town a coupla weeks ago."

"You heard right."

"An'?"

"An' what?"

"Alyssa said dat de tree of you were makin' some noise."

"I don' see how she coulda heard us wit de noise her, Dom an' Elijah were makin'."

"Were you walkin' funny de next mornin'?"

"Lyssa more dan me." She pulled into Oak Alley. "Okay, no squealin' like a school girl when you see him. You part of Amy Lynn Photography."

"I ain't gonna squeal." She received a look as the car was turned off. "Okay, maybe a little."

They exited the car and made their way over to the main house. Trace's manager met them to discuss possible sites. Beth wandered the grounds while Amy set up.

"Ms. Towns." She turned to see the manager trotting over to her. "Ms. Towns, Trace would like to meet you."

"He would?"

He nodded. "Second floor, third bedroom on the right." She set off towards the house.

"Hey Beth, where you at?" Amy called.

"Gonna look around inside."

Amy glanced at the house. Her subject was standing in an upstairs window. "No bareback," she said in French.

"Oui, maman," was Beth's reply. With a wave, she entered the house. She nervously wiped her hands on her shorts as she climbed the stairs. She knocked on the third bedroom door then walked in. Trace Atkins was standing by the window, his back to the room.

"Mr. Atkins, I'm Beth. You wanted to see me?"

He tuned to face her. "Hey darlin'. I have a little problem I need your help with." He motioned her closer. Closing the door, she moved farther into the room. Unconsciously she moistened her lips. His blond hair fell loose down his back. The sunlight streamed in to highlight his toned chest and abs. Only a low-slung towel kept him decent.

"What problem?"

He sat in a nearby chair. With a flick of his wrist, the towel uncovered his crotch. "This. I can't have pictures made sporting wood. What will fans say?"

"Holy hell," she muttered. "You want me to ride you?" She gradually crossed the room.

"No. Suck me."

She fell to her knees before him. Grasping the root, she licked up his shaft, her tongue swirling around its mushroom head. She repeated the motion, using lips and teeth. His head fell back with an audible groan as she stroked the length of his cock. She laved and gently sucked his balls, mouthing one then the other. Her tongue snaked out to trace the line that ran from perineum to shaft.

Slowly she lowered her head, her lips surrounding the tip. The head of his dick disappeared into her mouth. Soon he was touching the back of her throat. He groaned and gripped the arms of the chair. She raised her head, slowly revealing each shiny inch of him. Again she lowered her head. Changing the angle. Her teeth grazed along his shaft. One hand stroked him while the other massaged his balls; a fingernail lightly scraped the length of the perineum.

With just the crown in her mouth, she began to hum. She lessened the full-length strokes to last few inches. His hips came off the chair; his fingers tunneled into her hair.

"That's it, darlin'." He pumped into her mouth. Her teeth raked the V on the underside of his dick each time he slid out. The hand on his balls crept lower. When she suck hard, a finger slipped inside his ass and pressed against his magic button. He came with a yell, flooding her mouth. She quickly swallowed then continued to suck on him as his dick deflated. When he hung limp, she stood and wiped at her lips.

He stood slowly. Taking her hand, he placed a light kiss on each knuckle. "What are you doin' tomorrow night?"

"Comin' to see you. Amy gave me her tickets."

He smiled. "Be sure to come backstage afterwards." He kissed her tenderly on the lips.

*****

Alyssa slouched on the bar. Feeling a nudge at her side, she glanced up at Beth. She sighed and let her head fall back down.

"What's got you down?"

"Amy's gone."

"You should be happy dat Amber's goin' to meet Orly's parents." She placed two beers on Lorayne's tray and waved her off. "Besides, have you seen who's here tonight?" They both glanced over to the celebrity bartender of the week, Jake Gyllenhaal. "He fine."

"Den go get him."

"He's lookin' at you, hon."

"Yeah, right." She straightened up. "I gotta go. Dis baby's pressin' on my bladder."

Hearing the bathroom door open, Alyssa glanced up to see Jake closing the door. She stood in shock as he moved closer. He leaned over and pressed his lips to her neck. His hands cupped her breasts, his thumbs grazing her nipples through shirt and bra. He pressed his erection against her ass. His hand slid down her stomach. He paused there, molding her clothes to her to see the growing baby. Their eyes met in the mirror.

She turned around and threw her arms around his neck. Their mouths fused together, tongues entangling. His hands skimmed up her thighs, dragging her skirt up to bunch around her waist. She gasped and tore her mouth away when two of his fingers slid easily inside her pussy.

"Oh Jesus," she moaned, rocking her hips forward. "Wait. We in de batroom. Somebody could come in."

Jake's lips stilled their exploration of her collarbone. He looked up. "Wrap your legs around me." Bending down he lifted her until she could lock her ankles behind his back. Turning he walked to the last stall. He locked the door before putting her back against the wall. He quickly unzipped his pants. Pulling her panties to the side, his cock slid slowly inside her. His mouth fused to hers as he slid out then back in. He tilted her hips forward. She moaned into his mouth as each stoke scraped her clit.

He broke the kiss and laid his head on her shoulder. "I don't think I can go slow."

"Den don'." He pulled back and slammed into her. Then the door opened. He stilled all movement. He raised his head to look at her.

Alyssa smiled then squeezed her inner muscles. His eyes darkened as her pussy contracted around his dick. Her muscles relaxed then contracted again. Release, squeeze, release. He sucked on her neck to keep from moaning. Slowly he began to pump into her, teasing them both. She bit her lip. "Harder," she whispered in his ear. His hips banged against hers; he kept his pace slow. She groaned in the back of her throat. She tried to move to the tempo she needed, but he gripped her hips tightly.

"Jake," she whimpered. "Faster."

"Someone might hear."

"I don' care."

He pounded into her, not caring who was in the next stall. After a few strokes her muscles tightened. Her head fell forward on to his shoulder. His shirt muffled her moans. With one thrust, he groaned. He began to shake from the force of his orgasm. Before his knees gave way, he lowered her legs to the floor. He took her lips in a deep kiss, his body full against hers. His softened dick slipped out. They quickly straightened their clothes.

"Is it clear?" he asked. She peeked around the door into the hallway.

"Do you care?"

"Not really." He grabbed her hand and threw the door open. Lorayne glanced up at the noise; her mouth fell at the sight of Alyssa and Jake coming out of the women's restroom. Her gaze followed them into the bar and out the door.

*****

April

Asher glanced over his wait staff and rubbed his forehead. Thank God it was almost Easter weekend; just one more fucking week and Lent was over. This no sex bet was going to kill him. What on God's green earth made him take that bet? Oh yeah, a lot of beer. "Okay, guys. Dis is another celebrity weekend. Tonight Wentworth Miller an' Dominic Purcell are behind de bar wit Patience, Nicki an' Thi. Everyone else has tables."

"Who's Wentworth Miller an' Dominic Purcell?" Beth asked.

"Dey gonna be in a TV show next year, so dis is publicity for dem. Be nice." At that moment, the door opened, noise from the Quarter flowing in. A guy stood just inside, letting his eyes adjust. With a small wave, he headed toward Asher.

"Hello." Lorayne looked up at Nicki's softly spoken word. She followed her roommate's gaze and felt her stomach flip. Thank God she was sitting down.

"Dis is Wentworth Miller. Patience, Nicki an' Thi are gonna rotate de bar, so you'll be wit each of dem." Asher pointed out the three bartenders. "Is dere anytin' you want dem to call you?"

"Miller's fine."

He frowned. "Where's Dominic?"

"He'll be here in a minute."

"If de other one's just as yummy, I know where I'll be tonight," Nicki said.

"Why don' you give someone else a chance to get some, Nick," said Colette. "Lorayne here hasn't proved her Bru's Girls status."

"What's that?" she asked, still watching their guest.