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  The Bet IV

  By:Jessica G.Rabbit

  Copyright 2014

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  Yvaine was sitting in Jackson's Passenger seat. He was driving fast. Darting swiftly through traffic, and getting really lucky with the traffic lights Yvaine noted. She crossed her legs. Her crotch was sensitive from the erotic encounter she and Jackson had just had in the restroom of that bar. A smile crossed her lips and she was glad the interior of the car wasn't lit. She looked at his side profile. Yes he still looked like the geeky Jackson she had known all those years, but his features looked harder more chiseled. He looked like a sexy virile man now .She remembered her first impression of him as a boy band member but looking at him now he was definitely a Gucci model type.Classic but strong sexy.

  As if he could feel her staring at him he placed his hand on her upper thigh. It sent chills through her body. She tried to control her libido. She had never wanted a man as much as she had wanted Jackson at this very moment. His hand seemed to sear her skin. He looked over at her.

  "Are you having a good time so far ?"

  "So far ? I'm having a blast actually."

  "Good." He accelerated on the gas and the vehicle devoured the speedway.

  Yvaine felt like being a tease. Their little trysts were nothing but spontaneity. Jackson had kept her on her toes alright and now it was time to pay back the favor. She unbuckled her seat belt and put her hand on his groin. Vigorously rubbing his soft mound of manhood. It was seconds before his manhood sprang to life hard and stretching against his trousers. Yvaine smiled. Jackson kept the vehicle on the road. He was breathing heavy. Her face was inches away from his. She stopped rubbing his cock and moved her hand away. He quickly took a hand off the steering wheel and grabbed her hand and put it back on his crotch. She smiled and continued to rub it. She unbuttoned his jeans and took his dick out his pants. It sprang out looking perfect. Nine big inches even in the dark she could see Jackson had a magnificent cock. She put her head down and squeezed it. Pre-cum came out the tip and his moan filled the car. She took the tip of her tongue and did fast circles around his mushroom tip.She could still smell their lovemaking on him. It turned her on even more. She spit on his cock and took all of it in her mouth slow and steady. She felt his hand gently rest on her neck and she bobbed her head up and down on his hard dick. She closed her eyes and moaned at the fullness of him in the back of her throat. He moaned in response to the pleasure he was receiving. She loved pleasuring him like this. Her ass was in the air. She felt his hand go from her neck to pull up her skirt and rest on her bare bum. She was having so much fun with him. She thought. She felt him put his hand on her neck and squeeze and guide her throat on his cock making her go further down his shaft. She felt her eyes watering and her throat burning. He picked up the speed. She put her hand around his wrist. He pumped one final time and spilled his seed in the back of her throat. She tried to get up but he made her swallow every drop. She submitted and did so. She slowly slid his still erect penis out of her mouth and wiped her mouth. She sat back down in her seat and adjusted her skirt.

  "What the hell is going on? !" She heard Jackson say exasperated it sounded to her.

  "What do you mean ?" She asked while wiping the corners of her mouth and rearranged her outfit.

  "I mean, I have never been so fucking turned on by a woman in my life that's what I mean. What the hell is going on? !"

  Yvaine laughed. He sounded so cute, so enchanted. She felt the exact same way about him but she couldn't tell him at this moment. She felt like she needed to get to know him more. It was like Dior said, he wanted to live out some ugly duckling fantasy with her she was still more than happy to oblige but she wouldn't let herself get hurt in the process, and somehow not saying that she felt the same way gave her the emotional leverage she needed to be satisfied with him at this moment.She was enjoying this type of sexual inhibition. She had only experienced it in her films. This electric attraction this chemistry was rare and genuine it was like he was a hot flame and she was dry tinder. Every time they touched, embraced her body was consumed with primal desire and heat. Yvaine had made a point not to date anyone in the same industry as her and it had worked out. The type of guys she hung with now, if she did hang out, usually thought their money and fancy houses made up for their lack of sex drive, charm or personality with the opposite sex.

  She was enjoying going out on the dates, and at present it felt like Jackson was like a bonus at the end of her day. She was beginning to like that more and more. It was strange to her. This unbelievable affect he had on her. She would treat him like he was an addiction and take it one day at a time with him. She looked up to see they were at a posh hotel by the Sea. She looked at him.

  "What," he said. "Told you, the night is still young."

  Yvaine smiled as he pulled up to the valet. She was escorted out of the car and Jackson appeared at her side. They bypassed the lobby and took a elevator by the side of the entrance. He took a key out of his back pocket and put it in the board on the elevator the 11th floor button lit up when he pressed it and the elevator was in motion. He pulled her close to him and kissed her like she was the sexiest woman alive. Her knees buckled. Her pussy was dripping wet. She wanted him again. She didn't know how long she could wait.The elevator dinged, he broke the kiss, grabbed her by the hand, and led her out of the elevator. She felt like she was dreaming. She had the biggest smile on her face and so did he. The marigold color carpet muffled their footsteps. They made a left and walked all the way down the hallway and came to room 1158 he put the key in the door it beeped and he opened it. He held the door open and smiled.

  "Won't you come in ma'am."

  Yvaine blushed.

  "Don't mind if I do," she said slightly bowing her head as she tried to walk past him, but as soon as she reached the threshold he was nuzzling her neck, practically picked her up and shutting the door with his foot.

  She squealed in delight. He was kissing her now their lips crushing one another's. Yvaine had her legs wrapped tight around his mid-section. They were in an embrace of passion and the feeling of warmth spread from her gut and all over her body.She didn't notice he had closed the door and took her into the closest bedroom until he broke the kiss and propped her up on the dresser and continued his erotic assault on her senses. He wanted her to feel how much he wanted her in and out of bed.

  "I got you a gift," he informed her, remembering before it would be too late and they would forget about everything but sating their desire for one another.

  He left her on the dresser and went into the living room. He came back with a tiny bright blue Tiffanies box. He took her left hand and gently put the box inside it. -Open it. He whispered close to her cheek.He lightly brushed the slightest of kisses where her hairline and forehead met. She smiled and kissed his chin and felt his cock respond.

  "Thank you," she whispered, and with great care she untied the white ribbon and opened the box.

  Two one carat diamond earrings winked and sparkled at her even in the dimly lit bedroom. They were simple elegant and beautiful. She loved them. Diamond earrings seemed like a little too much. -I shouldn't take these Jackson. She was about to protest.

  "Oh yes you will." His strong yet gentle hands already unclasping the backs of the earrings she was wearing now. "I want to see you naked wearing nothing but me and those earrings."

  The way he said it made Yvaine al
most melt and her pussy got even wetter at the thought of him fucking her with the gift he got just for her in mind. She saw him take the earrings out of the box and went to the task of putting the earrings on Yvaine for her. She sat perfectly still. She had never had the pleasure of a man dressing her so intimately. His fingers were warm as he touched her soft earlobe. He went to work on the other one. He was so sweet she thought. She felt so safe with him. She didn't want this night to end. He kissed her earlobes sending chills all over her body.

  "You look beautiful baby," he said and captured her lips once more.

  Yvaine was in heaven and only prayed their night of passion wouldn't end.

  "This is surreal. I should pinch myself." She said when he broke the kiss.

  He was kissing her neck, she let her head fall back so he could get better access her nipples hardened. She let out a little moan. His strong hand cupped her breast while the other grabbed a tight fist of her hair. He used his teeth to pull the slinky material from her soft shoulder. It fell off her shoulder exposing one bare full breast. Her tiny perfect nipples were hard. He kissed her clavicle and then kissed her soft breast. She moaned again delighting in how light his kiss was. She knew he was holding restraint. He kissed around her nipple making her wetter for the tease then he sucked her nipple hard. She inhaled sharply and her pussy tingled with delight. He was driving her mad with lust. She wanted him in her now. She grabbed at his belt buckle. He moved his crotch away.

  "No, not yet." He said still holding her breast firm.

  She licked her lips. He sucked her breast once again. She felt his hands move downward to her skirt and he lifted it up. Her bare bottom was cool on the hardwood and the garters felt tight on her soft flesh. She looked down to discover she only had one shoe on. He got on his knees. His face was inches away from her pussy. "You are wet," he said and she blushed.

  He buried his face into her wet pussy. Twirling his tongue around her sensitive clit. She cried out in shock and pleasure. It was intense. He wrapped her legs around his shoulders and held them down with his own so there was no escape for her. She looked down and was so turned on by her caramel mound of woman flesh exposed but she still wore garters. The contrast of their skin was hot and the way Jackson lapped on her pussy like it was his last exquisite meal she reveled in it. She felt it building inside of her and knew her orgasm would be intense. He sucked on her clit with a fervor and she felt her body shaking uncontrollably. Her body tense. Her mind racing. She felt herself cum and she watched as her clit pulsed in his mouth he held faster to it. She tried to make him let her go but he wasn't done dining on her. She laid back on the dresser while he slowly licked her. She heard herself panting and moaning in pleasure. She always sounded like that in her movies but never actually felt like that sexually until now. Until Jackson...

  Four days later...

  Even though Yvaine's schedule had picked up considerably within the last three days due to the absence of Ellery, she was still able to go on her second dates with all three men. It had been fun. Addison took her on a canoeing trip. Harvey took her to see phantom of the opera. She had fallen in love with the musical since, and then there was her third beau, Christobal.Christobal an Italian hunk who took her go-cart racing. She had never been as an adult and had so much fun. Christobal was sweet, quiet and very definitely the funnest out of the bunch.

  Coming home from a set acting like a sex craved slut to going out and pretending to be a super sweet and totally normal girl was beginning to be fun for Yvaine. She was beginning to enjoy this bet. She enjoyed the company of all three gentlemen and they genuinely seemed like they didn't know who she was. She would catch herself on the dates grinning like an idiot about the fact that they just wanted to get to know her for her. Jackson was always the bonus at the end of the day for the past week she thought. She loved it. He always had a warm smile for her. He made her feel like a princess. He worshiped her body in bed and even though it had only been a week. Their coupling made it feel like they were old lovers. He was trying to talk her into moving into his condo. Yvaine felt like they were moving too fast, and besides, she wanted to win the bet. She knew it was silly but the bet had become like her alter ego. The truth was she loved being treated like a lady. Not that she wasn't treated like one in the adult film industry. It was always heightened to her. Because of her profession and the scrutiny in the public eye. She was assumed to be a phenomenal lover by just about everyone. It added more pressure to be a tiger in the sack, to be completely uninhibited and free, but all freedom came with a price and hers was dating complete assholes. Men who only wanted her because of what she was. They treated her like a lady so that they could get into her pants not necessarily because they felt she was one.

  She would never forget the last time she had fallen in love. His name was Jack Saltier, he was everything Yvaine thought she needed as she climbed the ladder of porn success. He lived in Beverly Hills he drove the newest cars. Threw the biggest parties and had lots of money. She had gotten the opportunity to travel around the world with him, seeing Paris, Venice and London. Jack had moved all her things out of her little two-bedroom apartment she had been sharing with her besties and leased a brand new Benz for her. Yes by his actions she thought he was in love with her. She soon found the error in her belief shortly after. Jack had come back home from a four day business trip and she was unable to accompany him because of two back to back shoots with a very big porn company. When he got home he was ambushed by her and her besty's. They were use to having sex with the same people and Jack loved the fact the Yvaine was so free spirited. They fucked and sucked for hours. She remembered as she sat there. She recalled Jack sending her friends home in his personal car service. When he climbed back into his bed she snuggled up to him splaying her leg over his and rubbing his chest.

  She sighed, then said "Good night Honey. I love you." She closed her eyes and felt Jack jump up . Her eyes flew open just in time to see him put on some sweats and pull her out of the bed by her hair. Only during sex did Jack get physical with her. This scared her. She let out a little yelp, trying to hold his wrist so it would yank out her extensions.

  "What did you just say to me ?"

  She swallowed hard. Should she say it again?

  "I...I.. I love you."

  She looked down.

  He slapped her face and made her look up at him.Squeezing her face with his hand so hard her teeth were digging into the sensitive flesh in her mouth.

  " Let's get one fucking thing straight. I don't love you. I will NEVER love you. You are a whore." She was naked standing by the bed the back of knees brushing against the black satin sheets. "I don't love fuck-sluts." She felt her eyes burning. She didn't want to cry. He put his free hand on her crotch and pulled her pubic hairs. She winced. "THIS right here is the only reason you get to be here. Don't forget it."

  And Yvaine never did.

  That night was horrible for her because even after he had said those horrible things he made her have sex with him. She was disgusted. Early that morning She took what she could and never looked back.Until now.

  She knew it was because the feelings she felt for Jackson were stronger than anyone she had fallen for since then and she knew there was a major possibility that she could get hurt by him. Her life was one wall built on another and another. Her heart was guarded and so was her emotions, but with Jackson it was easy just to be Shawna. She had enjoyed their last encounter so much.She was wearing the earrings he had bought for her.

  She was sitting in front of her desk. The phone rang she answered.-Hello.

  "Hello, baby gurl." It was Ellery her voice was cheerful. It brought a smile to Yvaine's face.

  "Hi mama how you holding' up."

  "I'm alright. I'm callin' to remind you it's our agencies annual Promotional Party. I was just touching bases."

  She heard Ellery, but really wasn't listening to her. Yvaine's thoughts kept drifting back to four nights ago with Jackson. Just thinking about it him brought
a smile to her lips and a warm and wet tingly feeling between her legs. Yes, Jackson had made her feel like she was through and through beautiful.

  "Yvaine?" She heard Ellery's tone of voice change from instructive to inquiring and knew she was doing a poor job of listening.

  "I'm sorry Ells I am just... I don't know. My mind is somewhere else."

  "I see. Here I am trying to make sure all the little last minute details are seen to and you're daydreaming."

  She knew Ellery was right.

  "You're right. I apologize."

  "Oh, honey, it's alright.What's going on ? This isn't like you at all."

  Ellery was right in the almost five years she had known her Yvaine was always on point when it came to business. So much so that Ellery had relinquished all creative rights for all major promotional events they had to Yvaine. The agency had expanded in a way no one thought possible. The agency was now representing mainstream models, actors, singers and dancers. They had locations in Los Angelos, New York and now Miami.

  "Really, it's nothing. The girls and I have been working on a little outside project."

  "I hope it doesn't interfere with agency business kiddo." She heard Ellery gasp loudly. "Oh God, please tell me you and the girls haven't started an agency and plan to-..."

  "Damn it Ells, no one is leaving the agency. Why on earth would we do that ? We love you."

  She heard Ellery take a calming breath.

  "No I bet the girls I could get three completely different guys to go on three dates with me."

  "So nine dates with three different guys eh ?"

  "Who have no idea what my true identity is."

  "Ooo, sounds like a porno just waiting to happen."

  They both laughed at that.

  "Very superwoman of you Yvaine. Sounds like Echo an Dior alright. Oh yes I almost forgot did Jackson send over the contracts for you to sign ? I told him to have Chris our twenty-four hour courier guy run it by your place."