The drums sounded, and the glass ceiling seemed to vibrate with the powerful waves of the music. Like a marked line, people swayed from side to side. Everyone tonight was ready to let loose; whispers reached every corner. Monica, seeking privacy, pressed her backside firmly against Billy, moving it with vigor and little decorum. Billy responded with strength, making suggestive pelvic movements. Indescribable. Her pointed nipples were the life of anyone who lingered; the imagination was overwhelming for anyone. She was sweating, and it showed beneath her neckline, as she wore nothing beneath the dress she now had on.
From a distance, the entourage of models and actresses—a large crowd for these times—was easy to spot. He paid for an entire bar, $50,000, and for a whole day, the bar became completely VIP, with all drinks free. The most beautiful women danced serenely, and no one from Hollywood hid, as security was rigorous, and every camera was completely shut off. People could enjoy the atmosphere while a private elevator downstairs allowed vehicles to enter and be part of the life—something that didn't happen anywhere else, a fitting life for the swarm of actresses at that party.
Cameron Diaz danced with her partner, wearing a delicious plaid suit that made her look like the beauty of the 21st century; it was something that brought joy to everyone, truly precious and endearing. Demi Moore was with Bruce Willis, each finding refuge in the other's arms; she was bald and nothing but a fabulous woman. Silke was also there, with her gothic style and black hair, her youth standing out above all rules—she was a beautiful woman.
Many actors took advantage of the group of friends who teased the younger ones: models and some girls just starting in the acting world. Their roles were mere small parts in TV series, commercials, and as presenters. It seemed that most lived under the shelter of social classes, where everything revolved around parties and recognition.
— Let's go already. — Monica sighed. Kissing his neck, the Italian words suggested an intensity unusual for anyone.
— Tonight, we're going to play. — Monica replied, fondly caressing Billy while biting his lip.
She was quick to scheme, and now her relationships became more dangerous and filled with a spectacular elitism, embodying what they call the inert life of people—the fulfillment of fantasies.
— What do you mean? — he sighed, uneasy.
— Well, for some time, I was asked a favor: I told a friend, you know. — Monica sighed.
She knew the weaknesses; one was that if she did it, he could dedicate two hours every day, submission, and signs of nymphomania—that was how she pushed him to the limit. An hour ago, she spoke to a model who would go straight to his house, where they would be waited on, all with the promise that Billy would help her get a role in some productions. Monica went further; the only idea was for Jim Waiit to put her on his waiting list. With the secrecy inherent in their relationship, Monica asked her to occasionally open her space to experience some adventures. Emotional load and stress had to be released, and when the relationship found its points, she gave Jim Waiit three clients—all revolving around the success of the man seeking to retire but now playing from higher levels.
— Then we have to go. — Billy sighed, taking Monica by the hip.
He knew perfectly well that every occasion she created was a web spun by the widow who wanted to generate one of the greatest pleasures for Billy. She saw the doubt in his eyes, how he glanced at other women when he was with her. The best way to catch someone like Billy was to drown his stress between her legs and wake him with grilled meat service while drinking a beer and dedicating the rest of his time to what mattered.
Monica's sharp thoughts led her to perform one of the most daring acts she had considered for a long time. It was a skillful and embedded takeoff.
— You seem like a conspirator — Billy replied, in a quick move.
The mansion of the angels awaited them, 100 meters above. The black gates opened; security patrolled the perimeter. For a few days, they had gathered minimal intel. The mansion's door gave them ten seconds to approach. They entered and climbed the stairs to the private space; the second floor awaited them with a sleeping black-haired woman, completely naked except for black pantyhose that came down just below her buttocks. Her black hair and charming pubic area were enchanting. Her inverted nipples were utterly captivating.
Monica laughed while closing the door and doing what she knew best: shedding her dress. Nothing but a violet string accompanied her beautiful figure as she crawled on the bed and approached Shalow Harlaw. Without much to do or prove other than a tempting smile, she kissed from her navel to her neck, gently biting every feature. The Canadian moved fluidly.
— It's a good day. —The woman whispered before being taken in a passionate kiss with Harlow. They seemed to want to travel from one extreme to the other. The vivid current between people filled a tense pause as Billy observed how their lips moved against each other, almost like a mysterious time capsule.
For some reason, it was sweet to see them kiss and touch each other so unabashedly. Monica's lips pressed on the breasts, rising like a button to life while her hands did all the work.
Billy took off his shirt and then pants, leaving himself with nothing but white boxers—the beginning of a night full of desire. Game time.
He half-listened to the dirty sounds they called each other, a trace of Italian.
Monica planned everything—every detail was calculated by the brunette, who sent Harlaw crawling after Billy, who, when met with those green eyes that lacked the strength to look at him directly, was startled. But her mouth was different, completely different than how it felt when Monica performed such tasks. The woman's lips were almost rough; thin with green eyes, her tongue and hands resting on his knees.
Monica anointed Harlow's body with oil—a liquid she bathed in. She moaned when his penis was in her mouth.
— Use her as you want; she's yours. — Monica sighed.
She felt Monica tense strongly as she rubbed her back, doing everything she could. She pushed the head, and the girl swallowed it whole while he leaned his head back, still amazed by how everything was happening.
Monica lowered and kissed his balls hard; it fascinated each of them. When he was about to come, she squeezed him tightly the way to give him pleasure and life. He filled Monica's mouth fully and forcefully, then took her lips and sucked forward while holding Harlow and tasting her fingers. His other hand pressed on the mons veneris—an almost wonderful desire for union. Every step was intense for the thin, indifferent, yet aspirational woman.
They mingled as usual interference.
They tangled with each other while sharing the greatest intimacy of every step. Deep kiss.
Monica merged sexually with Harlow while her mouth was in use. Billy penetrated her forcefully in doggy style, while Harlow, driven by madness, became more proactive, licking Monica's anus.
Monica had a particular sensitivity for anal sex.
Two toys: a metal anal plug was inserted in Monica, done by Harlow. Monica surrendered with a moan. Pleasure made her let go.
In just over two minutes, she lay on the bed, completely defeated.
The slender brunette took her time with Billy, who now had no energy. Three times in one night left him utterly exhausted, but they demanded a little extra. She licked forcefully his head, saw him harden, and when he reached a low point, she lifted enough to place her arms on Billy's thighs, her legs on his hips, while biting him hard.
Taken in that position and caught like a girl.
The guy fell silent. Monica's pace was always intense, and she took great care to leave nothing undone. She licked Harlow's vulva and played a daring scissor game. For two minutes, they pleasantly continued to candlelight, and for the next twenty minutes, until they fell defeated—a true three-way war.
— Again, darling, I want you to do it for the second entrance. Take me like a prostitute. — Monica said, removing the plug and licking it before placing it on Harlow, who accepted it with effort.
One move, and Billy made a quick entry.
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