Page 109 of Claiming Vanessa
Johnny reaches into the condom basket and grabs both a condom and a lube packet. “Thanks, man. Everybody always says you’re generous, but damn, you’rereallygenerous.”
I clap him on the shoulder and stand up again. “Anything for my friends. Stef, why don’t you help Johnny get that condom on.”
Lauro is busy with Cat, whose lap dance isn’t giving away anything more than it should. His gaze has strayed, though, as he watches Stef struggle with getting the condom onto Johnny’s already erect dick. As though sensing his inattention, Cat gives just a little more, and Lauro’s eyes go back to her.
I can’t help but glance back at Vanessa. Nilo isn’t being rough with her, exactly, and his touches are fumbling at best. But that doesn’t stop him from having a hand on her ass while the other is on the small of her back to keep her in place.
Damien hasn’t looked away from them. For all his warnings aboutmenot fucking up, he’s being pretty blatant in his displeasure. I walk over to him and lightly kick his calf, startling him into looking up at me.
“Which girl do you want, Damien?” I ask. “We can probably pull someone else in if you’re craving a juicier girl. Traci, maybe? Or—you had your eye on what’s-her-face.”
“I don’t know who what’s-her-face is,” Damien says, deadpan. “What are you doing?”
“Just ensuring everybody has a great time. Being a generous host to our friends. Isn’t that what I’m supposed to do?”
Behind me, I hear Stef cry out, and Johnny moans loudly. He must have gotten his dick into her.
It’s been a while since I was this disinterested in watching people fuck. I glance in Vanessa’s direction again, and she is incapable of keeping her eyes on Nilo. She’s incapable of hiding her horror, too.
“Maybe Nilo will knock her up,” I say casually. “Children having children. What’s this world come to?”
“Shut up,” Damien hisses. “That isn’t happening.”
I flop down next to Damien and wrap my arm around his shoulders. I don’t care how it looks to the others as I lean in to whisper against his ear, “This is your fucking fault.”
Damien stiffens, but he doesn’t have a retort. He knows it’s true.
Stef’s strangled sob rings out, but it’s quickly cut off. Someone in her mouth, I think dispassionately, giving her a proper spitroast. Even drugged, she’ll be miserable, and I’ll make damn sure she stays that way as long as Vanessa is watching.
Nilo keeps trying to get Vanessa’s attention, but she’s trying to squirm off his lap even as he holds her in place. “Hey. Hey! You’re supposed to be paying attention to me,” he whines. “Go get me a condom. I wanna fuck you.”
Like hell he will. But I can’t do anything yet, not without putting us in an even more precarious situation. I tighten my grip on Damien’s shoulder, and he doesn’t react at all.
“Yeah, Vanessa. The condoms are over there, by Stef,” I yell to her. “Get one for Lauro, too.”
Nilo finally lets Vanessa off of his lap, and she gets up so fast she almost trips over his feet. She backs away, but she doesn’t go for the basket. She stares at Stef, finally getting a full view of the two men fucking her back and forth between them.
Johnny slaps her ass then grabs it, squeezing. “I love anal,” he groans. “My girl won’t ever let me do it.”
Vanessa only looks more horrified, and she spins on her heel to face me. Her lips part, and I quickly stand up, anticipating a reaction I’m going to have to cut off at the pass.
Before either of us can speak, though, the door opens. Donny and one of the girls walk in with their arms full of trays of food. “Sorry it took so long, boss,” Donny announces, glancing at Stef. He blanches, but he doesn’t comment. He looks back at me and Vanessa, clearly unsure of what he’s interrupting.
“Just set the food down and get out,” I say with faux cheer. “Everybody’s only here for the girls.”
Donny sets one tray on the coffee table in front of me and Damien, while the rest of the food ends up on the small tables near the others.
If we didn’t have guests, I’d complain about the selection. It’s a pretty pathetic spread, even with the budget I’d given them. But everybody’s already been drinking, and there are near-naked women in front of them, so they probably don’t care about some sad mozzarella sticks and over-baked chicken tenders.
“Okay. Just let me know if you need anything else, Boss,” Donny says before he—and his helper—disappear from the room. I should have told him to leave the girl behind, but Stef’s doing a good job of drawing attention.
Nilo’s eyes are very wide as he stares at the fucking happening in front of him.
I push away from Damien, take a plate of food, and go to offer some to Nilo. “You ever seen anything like this before?” I ask him. “Hell, you ever get your dick wet before?”
“Only seen it in porn,” Nilo admits. “It’s different in person.” He scowls at me, though. “But I’m no virgin. I know how to fuck.” He glares in Vanessa’s direction. “I’ll show you, if the dumb bitch would get back with the condoms.”
I hand the food over to Nilo, who takes it automatically.