from her partner, but he asked just the same.
“No. I want to move out, but I can’t afford to right now. My funds are tight. I just finished a big project, but who knows when I’ll land another assignment, and the money from my last project isn’t going to last forever.”
“Don’t worry, T. I’ll wire some funds to your bank. What’s your account number?”
“No, Jacob. I don’t want to take money away from your family. I’ll be alright. I just have to figure out my next move.” Tyler tried to put on a good game face, but inside, she felt totally helpless.
Jacob had always been the protector of his little sister, especially after their parents passed away some years ago and hepromised to look after her. He could hear the pain in her voice. And if she wouldn’t take his money, he had another solution. “Why don’t you come to New York and move in with us?” he offered.
“I don’t want to impose, J.”
“What do you mean impose? You’re family, and besides, we have more than enough room in this big old house.”
She stopped sniffling. “Are you sure?”
“Positive.”
“What about Naomi?” she asked, with concern in her voice. Tyler knew that she wasn’t her sister-in-law’s favorite person. Naomi had a problem with Tyler’s sexuality, and had made her opinion known on several occasions. “Don’t you have to run this past your wife first?”
“Don’t worry about Naomi. She’ll be fine with you moving in. You just worry about packing up your things and getting on the next thing smoking.”
She began to cry again. “I love you so much, J. Thank you.”
“What are big brothers for? Now get to packing and I’ll see you soon.”
They both hung up. He had solved one problem and created another. He knew Naomi would be anything but fine with his sister moving into their home. Naomi was repulsed by his sister’s homosexual lifestyle. But she would just have to get over the shock. After all, Tyler was his one and only sibling and her welfare came before his wife’s prudish paranoia.
A smile began to spread across Jacob’s face. He knew that once he told Naomi about Tyler’s relocation that her sex drive would plummet. His wife would be totally turned off at the thought of a lesbian living under their roof. Yes, the situation would work to his advantage, giving him a pass on making love to his wife—at least for a while.
9
MERI RENICK hadn’t been inside the Black Door in nearly a year. She had been too busy entertaining a stable of young men who satisfied her libido day and night. In her mid-forties, Meri was an extremely wealthy woman. Having been twice married, she was now a widow with a substantial bank account. In addition to her late husband’s estate, she had also made a killing with real estate investments. With no kids to send to an Ivy League institution, Meri used her means for cosmetic procedures, including vaginal enhancement, until once again her twat was as tight as a virgin’s. She also spent a considerable amount of cash on the young studs who kept her clit satisfied. Money well spent, in her opinion. Everyone had a vice, and hers happened to be sex.
Although Meri hadn’t graced the club with her presence, her red, patent-leather mask hadn’t gone to waste. She had loaned it to her best friend Ariel, who used it to take the edge off. The mask—or better yet, what she did behind the mask—had cost Ariel her marriage, but that’s another story altogether.
Meri was meeting her friend Beth Lacquer at the club. Beth was a newly minted member, and Meri was giving her an unofficial tour. Beth had received the official tour when she joined.
“As you can see, this is one of the parlors, which I’m sure you saw during your initial walk-through.” Meri strolled over to the champagne fountain in the middle of the floor. “However, did you happen to taste the delicious liquid flowing out of the spigots?” She reached for two flutes that
“No. I want to move out, but I can’t afford to right now. My funds are tight. I just finished a big project, but who knows when I’ll land another assignment, and the money from my last project isn’t going to last forever.”
“Don’t worry, T. I’ll wire some funds to your bank. What’s your account number?”
“No, Jacob. I don’t want to take money away from your family. I’ll be alright. I just have to figure out my next move.” Tyler tried to put on a good game face, but inside, she felt totally helpless.
Jacob had always been the protector of his little sister, especially after their parents passed away some years ago and hepromised to look after her. He could hear the pain in her voice. And if she wouldn’t take his money, he had another solution. “Why don’t you come to New York and move in with us?” he offered.
“I don’t want to impose, J.”
“What do you mean impose? You’re family, and besides, we have more than enough room in this big old house.”
She stopped sniffling. “Are you sure?”
“Positive.”
“What about Naomi?” she asked, with concern in her voice. Tyler knew that she wasn’t her sister-in-law’s favorite person. Naomi had a problem with Tyler’s sexuality, and had made her opinion known on several occasions. “Don’t you have to run this past your wife first?”
“Don’t worry about Naomi. She’ll be fine with you moving in. You just worry about packing up your things and getting on the next thing smoking.”
She began to cry again. “I love you so much, J. Thank you.”
“What are big brothers for? Now get to packing and I’ll see you soon.”
They both hung up. He had solved one problem and created another. He knew Naomi would be anything but fine with his sister moving into their home. Naomi was repulsed by his sister’s homosexual lifestyle. But she would just have to get over the shock. After all, Tyler was his one and only sibling and her welfare came before his wife’s prudish paranoia.
A smile began to spread across Jacob’s face. He knew that once he told Naomi about Tyler’s relocation that her sex drive would plummet. His wife would be totally turned off at the thought of a lesbian living under their roof. Yes, the situation would work to his advantage, giving him a pass on making love to his wife—at least for a while.
9
MERI RENICK hadn’t been inside the Black Door in nearly a year. She had been too busy entertaining a stable of young men who satisfied her libido day and night. In her mid-forties, Meri was an extremely wealthy woman. Having been twice married, she was now a widow with a substantial bank account. In addition to her late husband’s estate, she had also made a killing with real estate investments. With no kids to send to an Ivy League institution, Meri used her means for cosmetic procedures, including vaginal enhancement, until once again her twat was as tight as a virgin’s. She also spent a considerable amount of cash on the young studs who kept her clit satisfied. Money well spent, in her opinion. Everyone had a vice, and hers happened to be sex.
Although Meri hadn’t graced the club with her presence, her red, patent-leather mask hadn’t gone to waste. She had loaned it to her best friend Ariel, who used it to take the edge off. The mask—or better yet, what she did behind the mask—had cost Ariel her marriage, but that’s another story altogether.
Meri was meeting her friend Beth Lacquer at the club. Beth was a newly minted member, and Meri was giving her an unofficial tour. Beth had received the official tour when she joined.
“As you can see, this is one of the parlors, which I’m sure you saw during your initial walk-through.” Meri strolled over to the champagne fountain in the middle of the floor. “However, did you happen to taste the delicious liquid flowing out of the spigots?” She reached for two flutes that
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