Another 5 Nights Novels & Stories

I moan loud, echoing off the tiles. He groans my name when he comes. We dry off, wrap in towels, cuddle on the couch watching an old movie. But my phone buzzes. Another message. Unknown number. This time it’s a voice note. I play it with shaking hands. A woman’s voice. Distorted, but cold. “You think you’re safe now? Cute. Pay fifty thousand by Friday, or the next video goes to every news site. And it’s not just kissing this time. The bedroom ones. All of them.”

Always questioning. "Mama?" Isabela asked. Innocently. Curiously. "We heard something. At school. Kids talking. They said. They said you and Papa had weird beginning. Something about seven nights? And contract? What does that mean? What's seven nights?" The twins (now 10) ask Sienna about the "seven nights" contract. They've heard whispers about their parents' unusual beginning.

"There are... five of them." ***

This is night, is going to be a long night. ................... °°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°

A list populates, long and dense with entries. “These are her dates from this month alone,” Nathan says as the table falls into a hush. “Over fifty of them.” Someone near the end of the table frowns. “But there are only thirty-one days in the month. How is that even possible?” “Because she’s not spacing them out,” Nathan explains. “Most of these are lunch and dinner bookings. That means she only has to fend for herself at breakfast, if that. Each meeting ranges between three hundred and a thousand dollars. And based on the pattern of her overnight stays, she’s clearly accepting overnight dates as well. Which implies sex, even if it’s not directly stated.”

Jane murmured. This was so satisfying to watch. I knew she had a thing for me and it always irritated me how the women batted their lashes at me with every given opportunity they get. But now, a perfect opportunity has presented itself in front of me. “Now, here comes my proposal. Considering the fact you’re in love with me already, I can still fuck you without offering you anything. But because I’m Jordan Denver and I’m generous, I’ll offer you five million dollars every time you satisfy me and give me a good fuck.” I said as I took out my cheque booklet from my drawer.

Levi said. “I know,” I said. “I am not extending it,” Nate said. “He is extending it,” Levi said. “I would like to extend it,” I said. “If that is what we are discussing.” A pause. “Five more days,” Nate said. “I will make the call in the morning.” Levi looked at me over my head in the dark. I looked back at him. “He asked,” Levi said quietly. “He did not ask,” I said. “He said he would make the call.”

Safe. At least for tonight.

Gerald and the coordinator both pulled back, their hard cocks soggy with my fluids. Gerald lay beside me, pulling me against his chest. "That's all for tonight," he said, hand stroking my hair. "You've earned your rest." The coordinator looked at us, his eyes full of questions. Gerald met his gaze. "You'll get your turn. Another time." I closed my eyes, body humming with unfulfilled desire of getting filled up with their cocks. "When will you fuck me?", I asked, my hands hurriedly finding my clothes and putting them on.

I squinted immediately, my hands rubbing my eyes. I turned to see a man standing by the window side at the other end. I looked at the room, taking it all in. The large floor to ceiling window was draped in expensive curtains and the room was large enough to contain five king size beds. By the corner of the room was a mini bar with all kinds of wines in stock. I turned, my eyes darting towards the empty wine glass on the bed side table, a half burnt cigarette and a half filled glass of wine.