Author's note: My continual thanks for those who are following the adventures of Alex and Penelope. Your feedback is always fun to read, and I respond personally to every message, though again I must tell you that the novel is complete. The only reason there is space between the chapters is that I'm editing as I go and literotica has quite the backlog. Suggestions are fine, but don't be disappointed that they're not implemented, as I have no plans to change the plot I decided on. :)
Thank you again and enjoy!
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Tuesday, Penelope took another long bath to soak her aching body until she felt normal, though as she went through her day, she still felt the constant reminder that she'd had Alex inside of her. Even as she lay out at the pool, she'd purposefully move her legs just to feel the sensation that lingered inside her depths. She even found her fingers trailing across her stomach as she thought about Alex, and had to stop them at times from heading south.
Alex had a problem to deal with; a problem that should take him out of town. The CEO of a company he was invested in had been indicted for embezzlement and the investors wanted to meet. He spent the day on conference calls, and insisted that he couldn't get there until Monday. He knew it was a bad idea, but he wasn't about to leave Penelope when he had only half a week left until Claire got home.
Half of the afternoon was spent arguing with Jessica. She kept urging him to leave now. He argued that they could wait on him and told her to book a flight for them first thing Monday morning. When Jessica left to set things up, he wrestled with himself. He should leave now, but he'd made up his mind there. But he could bring Penelope with him. He'd have no time for her, but she could shop and see the sights. Then at night, he could still have her. He'd be able to sleep with her a few more nights this way, at the very least.
He called Jessica back in and told her to add a seat for Penelope. He made it clear that he'd want a suite in the hotel with two bedrooms, one for Penelope, that way they could share a room without anyone knowing they were also sharing a bed. He was relieved when Jessica smiled and said that was a good idea; told him it would probably be fun for her to get away for a few days.
When Jessica returned to his office an hour later, she had a detailed itinerary, and a schedule of his appointments, meetings, dinners, all that would keep him busy from seven in the morning to very late at night. She'd also taken the time to print off different things Penelope could do while he was busy. Alex looked them over.
"Book tickets to this musical and take her to it Monday night," Alex said, handing her one of the sheets. He'd be at a dinner until late anyway. He knew over the three days they'd probably never have a chance to fuck, but he again reminded himself that it was three more days they could share a bed.
Alex continued to study, looking back and forth between the appointments and various activities. "I think I'll only need you in the morning on Tuesday, so that afternoon you can take her wherever. Maybe this museum?"
Jessica smiled, barely able to contain her excitement. Penelope was the best thing that had ever happened around here. Alex was in a better mood lately, and Jessica got to have fun on the business trip on his dime. After they'd shopped last week, Jessica had found she really liked Penelope. Penelope was someone she could see herself being friends with someday.
Alex sighed heavily, shaking his head. "And just so she's not totally abandoned, move this dinner on Wednesday to a second lunch or whatever so I can take her out before we leave Thursday morning." He smiled weakly up at Jessica.
"Anything you'd like me to book?" Jessica asked. "Reservations maybe?"
Alex shrugged, scanned the sheets. "See if you can get tickets to this concert," he said, turning the paper around and pointing. "If not, we'll just play it by ear."
Alex watched Jessica leave, knowing full well there was no way he'd be going to some concert with Penelope Wednesday night. It was a little dangerous what he was doing, but he knew Claire didn't want her here in the first place, so she'd view it as a favor. Jessica was excited she wouldn't be working as hard, and since Jessica was always booked in a normal room instead of a suite, she'd be a number of floors below him. There was no reason to question Penelope sharing his suite since there were two rooms. In fact it would be weird if he flat out booked a separate room for Penelope.
So really, there was no danger.
Once he came to terms with that, he smiled. And so what if there was a danger? The worst that would happen is they'd be caught, and by whom? Jessica? She'd never say a thing. And if she did? Then he was out. Big deal. Claire was the only wife he hadn't cheated on, and the only reason he hadn't was his busy schedule and apathy. He'd given up, only having sex with her when he was desperate for a release. But it wasn't like he had some sort of reputation to uphold. Everyone he knew had known him long enough to see him as a single man, many of them actually seeing him in the act or partaking.
He thought of Chelsea then. If anything he had more regret over that benign little hand-job than he'd ever felt fucking around, and only because of how much he cared about Penelope. It still stunned him how much he cared about her. In all his life he'd never felt like this for a woman.
But thinking about Chelsea also made him hard. He had her wrapped around his finger now after his threat and promise. Maybe her sister, too. They'd played a part in his fantasies before, those hot little twins, but now they played a new part. Now he could see himself dominating not only them, but Penelope too. While he'd never let go of imagining himself with the two sisters, he'd never act on it unless Penelope was there. He'd never act on anything again without her presence. But he knew without a doubt that he would act, and she'd be participating.
That night he worked late, doing all that he could to make sense of things from home since he couldn't be there himself. Well, wouldn't be there. By the time he finally made it upstairs, Penelope was in her bed asleep.
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Wednesday night, Penelope met her new friends at the bar. As she'd been promised, they weren't carded, so she had two drinks before they hit the club.
There was a line down the block, but with Kathleen in the lead, the crew was in the front doors without so much as a word. They were taken to an enclave in the back that was roped off and immediately showered with the attention of the staff. A few drinks later, they hit the dance floor.
Clinton and Penelope danced close, which at first felt a little strange, but they were packed tightly in the large crowd so it wasn't as though room allowed arm's length. Besides, Penelope was having a great time with everyone and Clinton was one of the hotter guys in the club. She could see the envious glances she was getting, even though Clinton hardly compared to Alex.
Penelope noticed how the twins would grind against each other, obviously using what they had to attract as much attention as they could. They seemed more like girlfriends than sisters the way they would touch; Chelsea grabbing Madison's ass, Madison running her fingers down between Chelsea's huge breasts. Penelope watched in awe, unable to understand how they could do that, but they were certainly getting the attention they wanted as guy after guy would come over and grind against them.
While dancing with one guy, he smiled and grabbed both their heads and pushed them together. Penelope almost fell to the floor when the twins kissed. The guy took a step back and grabbed the attention of his five friends, pointed. Every one of them had eyes wide and were laughing and grinning, pushing each other. The first guy moved back in and put his head between the girls, entering in a three-way kiss that Penelope had never imagined possible. When he started squeezing Chelsea's breast, she had to look away.
"How can they do that?" she asked Clinton, blushing wildly.
Clinton looked over, then laughed. He pulled Penelope a little closer, grinding into her with the fast beat. "They know how to get what they want," he said easily.
Penelope shook her head, still moving to the beat. She glanced back over to find the action was still continuing, and couldn't help but agree. Every guy that surrounded them was watching, one even mindlessly stroking his pants. "But they're sisters!"
"So?" Clinton asked. "That's every guy's fantasy!"
"Obviously!" Penelope agreed, this time laughing as she swept the crowd that had been drawn. Her gaze returned to the scene, and this time the guy was groping Madison's breast with his hand between Chelsea's legs. And he was rubbing. "Holy shit . . ." Penelope breathed, then turned her attention back on Clinton and didn't look their way again.
They left the club at a little after one. Ben was one of the only driver's that had stuck around, so Clinton and Kathleen rode with her, while the twins, Dillon and Britney climbed into another car. Penelope sat in the front with Ben as they dropped off Clinton and Kathleen at their respective houses. Mansions, rather, as they were far too large to ever be considered houses. After Kathleen had left the car with the promise to go shopping with Penelope on Friday, Penelope slumped against the door, worn out and drunk.
While Ben drove to Alex's estate, he kept glancing down at Penelope's legs. Her skirt had ridden up almost to the top of her thigh. He ached to reach over and touch it, then fantasized about doing just that in a few months when she was riding with him daily. Maybe fingering her. Maybe getting head from that sweet mouth on the way home from class.
