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The Bridesmaids Ch 03

The Bridesmaids Ch 03

by sadefellow
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Chapter 3 – Diptych

diptych, n. painting on a pair of hinged tablets used as altar-piece; pair of hinged wax tablets.

I – The Shower

"Much can be inferred about a man from his mistress: in her one beholds his weaknesses and his dreams." – Georg Christoph Lichtenberg

"You were awesome." Veronica said, her tongue still tasting the hot cum that covered her face.

In the shower she rinsed the semen off her face and abdomen. Only minutes before, she had let Rod and Trent baptize her in a depraved threeway. Now in the master bathroom, the trio convened in the walk-in shower.

The water drenched them, cleansing their bodies.

"I love you." Rod said as he nuzzled Veronica's neck. He smelled the natural perfume emanating from her hot skin.

Meanwhile Veronica lazily jacked off her pair of lovers, keeping their cocks engorged.

"I don't remember having an orgasm that amazing." Trent said, absentmindedly caressing her breasts.

The two men failed to notice each other. Instead they focused on Veronica, revering her as if she were an Eastern Orthodox icon. She had transported her worshippers to a place beyond place, a zone dominated by pleasure.

The cocks felt thick in her palms. Each one throbbed in its own particular rhythm.

Trent felt exhausted, his body savoring the cool water as it relaxed his body. Right now he wanted to rest. The rigorous fucking drained him. For the first time since he had met Jocasta on the beach, he didn't want to fuck. Letting Veronica massage his cock seemed all right, but he would bow out of any further action. At least that's what he told himself.

While Trent thought he didn't want to fuck again, his mind was elsewhere. Once again shackled to the twin anchorages of jealousy and longing, he began to lust for Jocasta.

In stark contrast to Trent's exhaustion, Rod readied himself for further depraved acts. To Rod this shower was only an intermezzo. A small break before the festivities continued.

"I want to torture you again." He said, his hand gently caressing her stomach.

"Do me anywhere you want." She said.

"Maybe even Trent here can get in on the action," Rod said. "How about it Trent?"

"Yeah, sure." Trent answered, his stare distant.

"Maybe he has somebody else in mind?" Veronica asked as she licked Trent's cheek. "She can't be too important, since you drenched me in your sperm twice today."

"You were quite the machine, Trent," Rod said. "I've never seen anyone pound Nicky like that before. I bet you fuck all your help in this place. It's sure big enough."

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"Didn't I tell you?" Veronica interjected, still pumping their hard cocks. "Trent has been away from here all summer. He's been busy."

"I spent most of my nights at the Residence," Trent fumed. "Fucking sucked. Vector worked me so hard I forgot what it was like to get laid."

"That's tragic," Rod said, rubbing Veronica's breasts, his fingers toying with her juicy nipples. "I've been busy as well. Most of last year was a complete bust since I wanted to open my dungeon in downtown Cannes. Now the red tape is holding me up."

"Let me know what I can do," Trent said. "I have good connections. It would be nice to close a deal that isn't a complete bore."

Then the cell phone rang.

"Sorry, I got to get this!" Trent said as he slipped out of the shower.

He quickly threw a towel around his waist and ran, or more accurately slid, into his bedroom.

Sliding over to the side table, he picked up the cell phone, not bothering to check the number.

"Hello?" His voice was hesitant.

He heard Rod and Veronica fucking in the shower. The running water muted the smack of flesh on flesh.

"Is this Trent Vector?" A male voice said.

"Yes? Who's calling?" While the voice didn't belong to Jocasta, he did hope the caller had good news.

"This is Mortimer Selbst, in the Accounting Division." He said, his voice dry and businesslike.

"Hello, Mortimer. Why the call?" Since it related to the business deals, Trent began to worry.

"Well, overall the recent dealings have proved successful. There's still some monopoly and deregulation business that needs attending, but legal will take care of that."

"Who's on legal?" Trent asked.

"The two gals from the Dibdin stable. They're going to wrap up talks in the Czech Republic in a couple of weeks. Nothing too serious. The usual United Europe government hoop-jumping bullshit," Mortimer sounded slightly peeved. "Anyway, the Thailand and Hong Kong deals still need to be hammered out. Your father has arranged for a meeting next month."

"Fuck!" Trent snapped.

"He's delaying the meeting for some reason." Mortimer said.

"Can you find out why?" Trent asked. "I don't want to see all my work go to shit because of Asian bean counters. The Chinese Civil War has queered enough of our pitches these last couple of years."

"By the way," Mortimer said in an off-hand manner. "Your commission has cleared. It'll be in your account tomorrow morning at the start of business. At least that is good news."

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"That it is," Trent said. "What's the net total?"

"After taxes and fees, the total is an estimated €250 million Security Euros. Congratulations!"

"Thanks Mort," Trent felt instant relief, his hard work finally paying off. "Too bad about the Thai and HK deals. If it weren't for the delay, I could have things patched up by September."

"I'm sure there's a good reason," Mortimer said. "Goodbye."

"Bye." Trent said, hanging up the phone.

Late July already,

Trent thought.

Where did the time go?

Trent watched the sun begin to set. It would be another day without Jocasta. Like a giant planet and its moon, her attraction exerted an imperceptible, but powerful, gravitational force on Trent. He still couldn't clarify the reason he wanted her so much.

Rod and Veronica remained in the shower. Ecstatic sounds echoed off the marble walls. Trent heard it all. Veronica fiercely bucked Rod, her voluptuous body slamming into her boyfriend's chiseled chest. Flesh smacking flesh, moans and vulgarities erupted from them both.

Why couldn't she satisfy me?

Trent thought. Her perfect body and insatiable lust satisfied him sexually. But after the

mΓ©nage a trios

in the bedroom, his cock dutifully spent across Veronica's taut stomach, an aching loneliness pervaded him. He didn't dare tell the pair fucking the shower. It would be uncouth and ungentlemanly. It was common courtesy to thank your sexual partner when you were through. Even his virgin brother knew that.

He had been with older women before. Trent savored the experience of those women, along with the subtle shading of their beauty. The slow transformation from a smooth-skinned girl to a magisterial grand dame captivated him. Women in their forties ensnared him with their cunning charms and mature grace.

He had been with married women before. Adultery was no big thing. After all, he was part of Generation 1 – the progeny created after Vector's Serum 12 (patented in the 2020s) – he never knew the firsthand knowledge of the despairingly elegant equation: sex = death. He had taken Serum 12 after his eighteenth birthday. After he was "Consecrated" sex of any kind became available to him. He never looked back or thought twice during his countless erotic entanglements. The memories of a particularly nice one night stand faded away as the experiences of new casual fucketry replaced them.

He wasn't one to regret.

But Jocasta threw an erotic monkey wrench into the smooth functioning of his regret-free pansexual libertinism.

Hunger replaced sexual longing as he called an all-night Chinese take-out nearby. The eatery had served him well during his abstinent months poring over spreadsheets and writing policy papers.

I wonder what Adrian is doing? Or who for that matter?

He mused while on hold. Adrian led the entertainment division of Vector Enterprises. His involvement with the global deal making ended a month prior to Trent's undertaking. Adrian also had a lot less to deal with. Trent pored over financial transactions, each involving sums the size of small Asian economies; Adrian had to make sure the porn stars agreed to their contracts and the Netstreams ran smoothly. Adrian had a lot more freedom, but also at a cost. Unlike Trent, Adrian was not a member of the Vector Family and thus could never run the Enterprise. The highest corporate position he could attain would be Special Executive Counsel to the Chairman. While Trent knew he would spend his summers behind a desk instead of heiresses' beds, he understood he was being groomed for the Chairman position. When his father retired, it would be his.

[AUTHOR'S NOTE: Part II of Chapter 3's Diptych – another sadomasochistic scenario of the most depraved character – is forthcoming. The voting and feedback of the previous chapters has been encouraging. Thank you.]

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