Book 3 HEAT OF THE NIGHT

FUCK...that's it. That's the spot... Harder! HARDER! Oh yeah...fuck! .Mmmmm....Don't stop... OH FUCK!"

"You like that bitch?!...Oh baby.....Uh!...Uh!...Uh!...UH!...Come on baby! Take that dick! DAMN...That pussy is so fucking wet."

Jessica woke to the sound of screeching metal frame beating against the wall. It pounded against it like a hammer slightly muffle by the padding of drywall and insulation. It did little for the noise, however. Through the squeaking rock of the bed and the hard thumps against the wall, Cherry and Jonathan's screams and grunts grew louder feeling her room with echoes. It was an early Monday morning. Jessica opened her ocean grey eyes and glanced at the clock. She grunted pulling the covers over her head attempting to drown out the world around her. The sounds grew louder as her roommate began reaching her climax and their pace quickened. Defeated by the festivities from the next room, Jessica quickly gave up on the hopes of sleeping in. Jessica threw back the thick, warm flowered comforter sending strands of blonde wavy hair gliding down on her face.

She pulled herself up, removing the cover from her silky, light bronze legs, and swung them over the side. Her feet barely touched the cool hard wood floor as they dangled in the air. It was almost a depressing feeling leaving the comfort of her sleep. She rubbed the tiredness from her neck looking at the wall separating the two rooms. Slightly agitated, she moved across the room to the wall. She hammered on it attempting to quiet their animal hauls. Once again, she felt short with defeat as the commotion grew louder. Making a hasty decision, she quickly grabbed her clothes and headed to the bathroom.

Once in the bathroom, she was alone and felt peace. It was quieter on this side of the apartment. Jessica removed her clothes and tossed them to the floor. She turned the knob of the shower head bringing the water to a beaded life. It reminded her of a waterfall as the water raced from the head and landed on the stone like tile below it. The sounds it made as trickled down was therapeutic and created its own melody. She turned to the radio perched on a shelf suspended on the wall. She turned it on and flipped it to her favorite station.

She entered the steamy shower closing the frosted glass door behind her and stood underneath the cascading water allowing it to run down her slender body. It beat against her back massaging the stressed knots still dormant from the weekend's parties. She applied a generous amount of the lavender scented shampoo to her hair and gently massaged the sweet smells in her scalp allowing the scent to feel the room. Stepping back into the beaded waterfall, she rinsed the suds from her hair. The bubbles raced down her back encircling her legs as it made its way to her feet and drain.

Retrieving the lavender soap, Jessica began bathing her body in a similar manner carefully massaging and cleansing the creases and folds of her axis. She reached for the shower head and removed it from the wall. She held it to her allowing the water to trickle down from her shoulders and legs and the suds circled the drain as the water raced down her body. Taking a seat at the corner of the bathroom, she opened her legs and began rinsing the soap.

The water pounded gentle against Jessica making her feel warm. She lowered her hand to the water. She started gingerly rubbing the flap of tissue with the tips of her fingers. The sensation increased. Her breath felt heavy as she started to moan. Sliding her finger down, she entered her body and another level of ecstasy. The water continued to splash with her fingers pulsed within her. Jessica moved her hips with the motion of her fingers pulsating in her vaginal opening. She groaned and grunted against the tips as juices slid out from her and dribbled down between her cheeks. Jessica slid her finger from inside her and grabbed the purple, waterproof hummingbird toy she had brought with her. She slid the smooth shaft inside her vaginal opening. Pressing the button, the silver beads began to rotate and the shaft lightly vibrated and moved in a small circular rotation massaging her insides. The nose of the hummingbird also began to vibrate as she placed it on the flap of skin. It outlasted and moved vigorously along her vaginal area as moved it in and out, slowly at first. She groaned as the toy slid easily within her. She bit her bottom lip attempting to restrain her excited bursts of emotions.

Jessica quickened the motion as she began thrusting her hips forward. Her body turned warm and her breath felt husky as her sensation increased. Warm liquids rushed from her body. She moaned louder unable to contain the excitement as quick rushes of air expelled from her mouth. She moved the shaft more rapidly as the water beaded down her and the toy pulsated intensely. She pushed it as deep as she could, filling her entire canal with rotating pleasures. Suddenly, an explosion of intense sensation filled her lower body as met her climax. Her body convulsed sending rapid excitement throughout her. Her toes curled and her muscles contracted. She let out a satisfying grunt with each convulsion. Her heart quickened and she became limp, exhaustion setting in.

Jessica returned the shower head to its place feeling the weight of her arms. The water slowed to a drip as she turned the knobs silencing the shower. She climbed out and patted herself dry convulsing silently as she touched her now sensitive area. She applied the sweet blossom lotion to her damp skin carefully rubbing the silky smoothness in. She fashioned herself in a three piece business attire she previously chose from her closet. Her button up blouse was a lacy, pale pink complementing her natural skin tones. Her jacket and knee-high skirt was black with matching pink stripes tracing the length of it. She parted her hair to the side and fixed it in a low ponytail. She applied her make-up to look natural with simple earth tone colors on her eyes. To match her blouse, she chose a light pink gloss with a strawberry taste when licked.

With some final adjustments to her wardrobe, Jessica looked herself over in the mirror with a satisfying grin. She was prepared to give any interview with this look. She opened the door and walked into the living area. Adrian was seated in front of the TV on the brown leather, sectional sofa. She was spread out, half laying on the sofa, with her arm propped on the arm rest. Her bronze legs were crossed and her auburn hair hung in a mess. Adrian looked up at her showing her big brown eyes.

"Where you headed, gorgeous," she asked eyeing her up and down.

"We have a 'field trip' at Mason & Stark's Industry," she stated with a slight smile.

"Wowww! Do you think you will get to meet them? I would love to meet them, at least once. They are sooo sexy."

Jessica rolled her eyes and laughed at her roommate. She flopped down beside her and reached for her shoes.

"What?! Don't tell me you wouldn't wrap your legs around Tyler's waist. Hell, I would fuck him or Derrick."

"Is that all you think about?"

"Well, what else should I think when I look at them....maybe putting their swollen dicks in my mouth or between my titties."

The sound from Cherry's room persisted tofill the room with thuds. The metal frame protested with squeaks as it rocked. The two moaned and grunted with each pound of their bodies.

"Well, at least one of us is getting some," Adrian mumbled.

"What am I going to do with you," Jessica snickered as she grabbed her purse and stood.

"Take some pictures for me to fantasize about," Adrian said with a wink. Jessica shook her with a smile as she walked out.

"Who the fuck do you think you're talking to? You come in here and think I'm just going to sign over my company," the older man yelled from across the table.

"It's simple math, Mr. Bowden. Your company is in bankruptcy and we offer the only solution," Tyler said with a wave of his hand.

Derrick lounged in his leather chair propping his forehead on his fingers. His dark hair was parted and shaped his long face as it hung loosely from his scalp. He looked at the old man and his son through his black, squared framed glasses. His hazel eyes watched and evaluated their clients as they sat fidgety in their seat. His legs were crossed raising his black pants leg. Feeling slightly annoyed, he loosed his silver and blue striped tie allowing it to hang on his black vest. Still uncomfortable, he reached for his collar and unbuttoned the top button of his light blue shirt.

"Mr. Bowden," he started. "We are a very successful industry and we want nothing more than the best for your company."

"And what about my workers? Do you want what's best for them as well," the old man glared back at Derrick.

"Yes, of course," he simply said.

Tyler leaned back in his leather chair placing his long fingers together. He listened to Derrick attempting to explain the goal of their company was borrowed time and in time they will get it back. As he listened, Tyler slowly stood from his chair. He tugged at the bottom of his dark grey vest fitting his white, buttoned shirt over his muscular chest. He walked towards the window allowing his dark grey pants to return to the top of his shoes.

"Mr. Bowden, the way I look at it, you have two options. One, you can sell your company to us. We will assume all responsibilities in which you will have no say in the way we run the company. During this time, you can work on your financial situation and get back on your feet. Everyone will remain employed. And we will all profit largely in this," Tyler stated from the window.

"The second option," the old man said impatiently.

"The second option is much worse," he started turning his attention back to the old man and his son. "You could choose not to sell. In a short time, you will have exceeded your finances and be forced into bankruptcy. Your company will then be auctioned off to the highest bidder for a lower price. They will in turn, sell pieces of your company to others ripping what you love apart. And your employees will loose their jobs and will have to seek new ones."

The old man exchanged a look with his son. Fear of the unknown spread throughout their faces. The room fell silent. Derrick leaned forward in his chair placing his hand on the table.

"Mr. Bowden, this offer is only offered once. We have the upper hand here and we are extended to you. We won't offer it again. Sink and drown or take the hand. It's your choice!"

"How long do we have to decide?"

"Two days. Forty-eight hours, Mr. Bowden. Then, we withdraw our offer," Tyler stated returning to his seat.

Mr. Bowden nodded his head in acknowledgment as he stood from the leather chair. His son followed his lead as they both made there way to the door exiting the conference room. The door eased closed and the two looked at one another. Tyler reached for the teal blue tie and removed it from his neck. He tossed it on the table in front of him and reclined in his seat. He lifted his massive beige hands to his face rubbing the weariness from it. He ran his fingers through his amber hair before setting his bright green eyes on the proposal.

"Well, that was a disaster," Tyler said closing the folder.

"Could've been worse. He could've said no. At least now, he has something to think about," Derrick said propping his feet on the table.

"Do you think he'll sell?"

"Actually, I do. He has no other options. It's just a matter of time before he runs out of solutions. Just wait, he'll be back."

"I hate waiting," Tyler said reaching for the phone beside him. He dialed the number of his secretary. The phone rung once followed by the sweet voice of Jillian.

"Jillian, I need two coffees, please. And bring me two egg and cheese muffins," Tyler said. A few minutes later, Jillian walked in carrying a tray of goods Tyler asked for.

"So, what's next on our agenda, Jillian?"