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Joe decided to head uptown to give notice to his roommates and to pack his stuff. He left a note for Jenny letting her know where he was.
The roommates weren't particularly happy with his decision, but it helped that he'd withdrawn some cash and paid them a month's rent and extra for utilities. What they did with his cash wasn't up to him, not anymore.
Jenny called and Joe met her outside the building, letting her in. She intended to take a shower before helping him with his stuff. Instead it became about making love, beginning with a forceful embrace as if reconnecting after too long an absence, and though it hadn't been much more than a day, in a way it was reconnection emotionally.
Joe repeated what he'd done the first time, albeit rediscovery rather than discovery, and with a sweaty body instead of a freshly showered one, which Joe didn't mind in the least, enjoying her slightly salty flavor. Even the slight taste of urine within her pussy just made him feel as if he was tasting her true flavors. But with the flow of juices he brought forth with his tongue that soon disappeared.
He ended up cumming way too soon after entering her, being inside that tight lively orifice, many times better than Gail had felt, and even Carol's pussy suffered in comparison, though the two earlier cums he'd given her orally made it less of an issue. But she actually had him make up for it, pulling off the condom and flinging it aside and attacking his overly sensitive penis, Joe suffering before thoroughly enjoying her efforts, and once hard again, she rode the covered results, getting off on the ride before moving off him, taking the doggy style position, and letting Joe, in fact enjoying Joe, fuck her to his conclusion selfishly and relentlessly, two more orgasms proof of that enjoyment, and a third when his selfishness became selflessness, continuing to fuck her while his cock kept ejaculating to the last spurt until she too came again.
After, she finally got her shower, Joe joining her in those tight confines. It reminded him, and she also reminded him, to give Mark a call about getting a water heater placed so they could have hot showers at their new home.
Mark ended up picking them up at Joe's old place, letting Joe put his stuff into Mark's trunk. The five of them, including Stella and Carol, ended up in Jamaica Queens, eating at a funky Jamaican restaurant where Joe found the jerked chicken absolutely delicious.
"So what's with the water heater at Carol's studio," Joe finally asked Mark at the restaurant.
"Oh that," Mark muttered.
"Who do I need to fuck to get it replaced?" Joe added.
"Now you're talking," Mark perked up.
"Just kidding. I'll replace the heater if necessary. What's the issue?"
"That won't be necessary. It had to do with zoning, the powers that be figuring a full sized heater suggested someone wanting to use the place to live, which was a no no. Thus the ridiculously small one. The resident company kept complaining about the water going cold all the time and the washer never having any hot water and so on and so forth. So when the thing broke down I decided, 'Fuck them,' and left it. The company folded not long after, and the whole project never really worked. But getting a practical water heater..."
"Joe and I don't mind sharing," Jenny said, making everyone laugh.
"I'll have it replaced as soon as possible."
"Thanks," said Joe.
"But it will cost you," Mark smirked.
"I'll pay for it," Joe muttered.
"Just kidding," Mark sighed.
"What's with you?" Joe asked. "You're rich, have an amazing apartment, any drug some hot boy might want, aren't fat or ugly. I know you've had Giovanni whose better looking and with a better body than I'll ever have."
"I like you Joe. I like your company."
"I'd say we could be friends, but it's not like we move in the same strata, me a waiter, actually a busboy and dishwasher right now, hanging out in afterhours clubs if I hang out at all, and I imagine your world is all about exclusivity and the elite, only the wealthiest members allowed in, barely noticing the servants serving you unless they have particularly nice butts. But it's about pillow talk, isn't it? After fucking some nice boy, what is there to say? Is it really all that lonely at the top?"
"I'm a bottom actually," Mark snickered.
"Not according to Jenny," Joe remembered.
"I should scold you Jenny for talking out of turn, but I suppose I deserve that for misinterpreting Joe's interests."
"If asyabahis yeni giriş (http://serieztv.com/bahis/asyabahis/) Jenny hadn't been there, you would have misinterpreted sooner," Joe guessed.
"I'm glad she was there," Stella admitted.
"So you planned on a threesome," Joe said.
"Glad I could help," said Jenny. "But if bottom is what I think it is..."
"I do like getting my dick wet first," Mark confessed. "And as you probably told Joe, I have the dick for it. But in the end so to speak I prefer things in my end. In your case, I'd have had to sneak into Stella's to grab her strap on shit, and sneaking into Stella's, I preferred..."
"To fuck me instead," Joe finished.
Mark shrugged, which ended the conversation, except for Mark needing the last word. "I do have good friends. Not all of us are narcissists."
Joe agreed silently. Though he figured Mark to be narcissistic, he'd met, thanks to his uncle and the couple cocktail parties he'd attended at his uncle's cool upstate home, designed obviously with it's weird angles and its fitting into the lush woods of Croton by a student of Frank Lloyd Wright, a few brilliant and rich artists, mostly from the world of film unlike Mark's probable preferred group of painters, and found them charming, interesting and even interested in his opinion on things.
Everyone enjoyed after dinner weed, passing around a fat joint of strong pot, while driving to the next destination in Long Island, a two story high freestanding building with an elegant façade which housed a strip joint, its appearance justifying the more highfalutin term gentleman's club.
The dark red curtained entrance area had a glass display case to the right in which a cash register sat. An older raven haired woman whose prodigious breasts suggested she'd once been on stage displaying them, her otherwise svelte body in an elegant albeit body hugging black dress making it obvious the breasts' augmentation, held an unconvincing smile on a worldly toughened face, her beauty somewhat lessened by the years but still present. A bored looking dark haired man dressed in a ruffled white tuxedo shirt and with a cummerbund matching the dark red of the curtains, despite his modest height, had a thickness to his torso, more at his chest then his belly so all muscle, of an intimidating bouncer, the somewhat flattened nose of an ex-prizefighter furthering the intimidation.
Mark consulted with the woman for longer than just paying the entrance fee would have been expected and ended up handing over a fairly large wad of cash, getting some tickets for his time. Everyone's hands got stamped with a red logo of the club, but kept in the entrance area while the bouncer disappeared inside. The bouncer opened the curtain for them and they entered the club.
A brunette woman wearing a strapless outfit again the color of the curtains, like a corset but covering her genitals and somewhat her butt, both the upper flesh of breasts and the lower flesh of her butt exposed, Joe imagining the missing bunny tail and ears of a Playboy club obviously an influence. Others wore matching outfits, those carrying trays and the two bartenders, but the majority of the women moving through the dark, elegantly appointed club, wore much less. Barely covered breasts and groins were the norm, and if anywhere else were covered, the fabric was either transparent or netted, effectively the same thing.
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The roommates weren't particularly happy with his decision, but it helped that he'd withdrawn some cash and paid them a month's rent and extra for utilities. What they did with his cash wasn't up to him, not anymore.
Jenny called and Joe met her outside the building, letting her in. She intended to take a shower before helping him with his stuff. Instead it became about making love, beginning with a forceful embrace as if reconnecting after too long an absence, and though it hadn't been much more than a day, in a way it was reconnection emotionally.
Joe repeated what he'd done the first time, albeit rediscovery rather than discovery, and with a sweaty body instead of a freshly showered one, which Joe didn't mind in the least, enjoying her slightly salty flavor. Even the slight taste of urine within her pussy just made him feel as if he was tasting her true flavors. But with the flow of juices he brought forth with his tongue that soon disappeared.
He ended up cumming way too soon after entering her, being inside that tight lively orifice, many times better than Gail had felt, and even Carol's pussy suffered in comparison, though the two earlier cums he'd given her orally made it less of an issue. But she actually had him make up for it, pulling off the condom and flinging it aside and attacking his overly sensitive penis, Joe suffering before thoroughly enjoying her efforts, and once hard again, she rode the covered results, getting off on the ride before moving off him, taking the doggy style position, and letting Joe, in fact enjoying Joe, fuck her to his conclusion selfishly and relentlessly, two more orgasms proof of that enjoyment, and a third when his selfishness became selflessness, continuing to fuck her while his cock kept ejaculating to the last spurt until she too came again.
After, she finally got her shower, Joe joining her in those tight confines. It reminded him, and she also reminded him, to give Mark a call about getting a water heater placed so they could have hot showers at their new home.
Mark ended up picking them up at Joe's old place, letting Joe put his stuff into Mark's trunk. The five of them, including Stella and Carol, ended up in Jamaica Queens, eating at a funky Jamaican restaurant where Joe found the jerked chicken absolutely delicious.
"So what's with the water heater at Carol's studio," Joe finally asked Mark at the restaurant.
"Oh that," Mark muttered.
"Who do I need to fuck to get it replaced?" Joe added.
"Now you're talking," Mark perked up.
"Just kidding. I'll replace the heater if necessary. What's the issue?"
"That won't be necessary. It had to do with zoning, the powers that be figuring a full sized heater suggested someone wanting to use the place to live, which was a no no. Thus the ridiculously small one. The resident company kept complaining about the water going cold all the time and the washer never having any hot water and so on and so forth. So when the thing broke down I decided, 'Fuck them,' and left it. The company folded not long after, and the whole project never really worked. But getting a practical water heater..."
"Joe and I don't mind sharing," Jenny said, making everyone laugh.
"I'll have it replaced as soon as possible."
"Thanks," said Joe.
"But it will cost you," Mark smirked.
"I'll pay for it," Joe muttered.
"Just kidding," Mark sighed.
"What's with you?" Joe asked. "You're rich, have an amazing apartment, any drug some hot boy might want, aren't fat or ugly. I know you've had Giovanni whose better looking and with a better body than I'll ever have."
"I like you Joe. I like your company."
"I'd say we could be friends, but it's not like we move in the same strata, me a waiter, actually a busboy and dishwasher right now, hanging out in afterhours clubs if I hang out at all, and I imagine your world is all about exclusivity and the elite, only the wealthiest members allowed in, barely noticing the servants serving you unless they have particularly nice butts. But it's about pillow talk, isn't it? After fucking some nice boy, what is there to say? Is it really all that lonely at the top?"
"I'm a bottom actually," Mark snickered.
"Not according to Jenny," Joe remembered.
"I should scold you Jenny for talking out of turn, but I suppose I deserve that for misinterpreting Joe's interests."
"If asyabahis yeni giriş (http://serieztv.com/bahis/asyabahis/) Jenny hadn't been there, you would have misinterpreted sooner," Joe guessed.
"I'm glad she was there," Stella admitted.
"So you planned on a threesome," Joe said.
"Glad I could help," said Jenny. "But if bottom is what I think it is..."
"I do like getting my dick wet first," Mark confessed. "And as you probably told Joe, I have the dick for it. But in the end so to speak I prefer things in my end. In your case, I'd have had to sneak into Stella's to grab her strap on shit, and sneaking into Stella's, I preferred..."
"To fuck me instead," Joe finished.
Mark shrugged, which ended the conversation, except for Mark needing the last word. "I do have good friends. Not all of us are narcissists."
Joe agreed silently. Though he figured Mark to be narcissistic, he'd met, thanks to his uncle and the couple cocktail parties he'd attended at his uncle's cool upstate home, designed obviously with it's weird angles and its fitting into the lush woods of Croton by a student of Frank Lloyd Wright, a few brilliant and rich artists, mostly from the world of film unlike Mark's probable preferred group of painters, and found them charming, interesting and even interested in his opinion on things.
Everyone enjoyed after dinner weed, passing around a fat joint of strong pot, while driving to the next destination in Long Island, a two story high freestanding building with an elegant façade which housed a strip joint, its appearance justifying the more highfalutin term gentleman's club.
The dark red curtained entrance area had a glass display case to the right in which a cash register sat. An older raven haired woman whose prodigious breasts suggested she'd once been on stage displaying them, her otherwise svelte body in an elegant albeit body hugging black dress making it obvious the breasts' augmentation, held an unconvincing smile on a worldly toughened face, her beauty somewhat lessened by the years but still present. A bored looking dark haired man dressed in a ruffled white tuxedo shirt and with a cummerbund matching the dark red of the curtains, despite his modest height, had a thickness to his torso, more at his chest then his belly so all muscle, of an intimidating bouncer, the somewhat flattened nose of an ex-prizefighter furthering the intimidation.
Mark consulted with the woman for longer than just paying the entrance fee would have been expected and ended up handing over a fairly large wad of cash, getting some tickets for his time. Everyone's hands got stamped with a red logo of the club, but kept in the entrance area while the bouncer disappeared inside. The bouncer opened the curtain for them and they entered the club.
A brunette woman wearing a strapless outfit again the color of the curtains, like a corset but covering her genitals and somewhat her butt, both the upper flesh of breasts and the lower flesh of her butt exposed, Joe imagining the missing bunny tail and ears of a Playboy club obviously an influence. Others wore matching outfits, those carrying trays and the two bartenders, but the majority of the women moving through the dark, elegantly appointed club, wore much less. Barely covered breasts and groins were the norm, and if anywhere else were covered, the fabric was either transparent or netted, effectively the same thing.
The mid-tempo R