Time pirate 2, p.15
Time Pirate 2, page 15
I figured I’d keep my security job for a while, even though I was basically carrying several years’ salary in my pocket right now. But it would be even more suspicious if I quit my job and started spending big. I was going to have to figure something else out. Maybe I could ask Marcus if he knew anyone. He seemed to be my only connection to the dodgy world of crime, so I made a mental note to ask him about it when he got in touch again about the passport for Emily.
I pushed the door into the townhouse open, and I kicked my shoes off at the door before I went to find the women.
I didn’t have to look far, since Joan and Emily were sitting on the couch watching Pride & Prejudice again.
“No way,” I laughed as I shook my head at the screen.
“Trust me, I’ve tried,” Joan said in an exasperated tone. “It’s the only thing she wants to watch.”
“It’s so good!” Emily protested as she looked at us with wide, blue eyes. “Why would I want to watch anything else?”
“Hasn’t Joan shown you all of the other options?” I asked as I nestled into the couch between the two women so Joan was on my right and Emily was on my left.
“Several times,” Joan sighed.
“Yes, she has,” the blonde woman admitted. “But there are far too many options. I don’t understand what half of the titles mean. What was that one you tried to explain to me, Joan?”
“iZombie,” Joan giggled.
“Ahh, yes, I can see why that would be a difficult concept for you,” I said with a knowing nod.
“See?” Emily said triumphantly. “It makes more sense for me to watch what I know.”
“You’re not wrong,” I conceded and smiled.
“How did your sale go?” Joan asked.
“It was good, thanks,” I replied. “Successful. Weird guy, but it doesn’t really matter, as long as I made the sale.”
“Good, I’m glad,” Joan said with a kind smile.
“In fact,” I said as I laid a hand on each woman’s knee. “How about we head out for a nice lunch? My treat. You can wear some of your new clothes.”
“Ohh, another trip out?” Emily gasped, and her blue eyes sparkled. “Yes, please!”
“Great, let’s get ready,” I said as I pushed myself up from the couch and helped the two women up.
We went our separate ways to get ready for lunch. I freshened up in my en suite and wore the nicest clothes I owned, which admittedly needed an update. But now I could afford it, so maybe I’d take the ladies on a quick shopping trip after lunch. I needed to get Lance a gift anyway.
I donned a plain black button-up shirt, nice jeans, and loafers, and then I peeled off about two thousand dollars in cash. I put the rest of the cash in my safe for now, and I stuffed the bills into my One Piece wallet before I headed down to the living room to wait for the women. I looked up some fancy restaurants while I waited, and I decided on a place called Marcel’s by Robert Wiedmaier. The menu looked incredible, and it was sufficiently expensive enough to spoil the ladies.
An hour later, the women finally emerged, ready for our lunch date. Joan looked beautiful in her typical sundress, but this time she wore a pair of strappy heeled sandals, and she had a bit of extra makeup on.
Meanwhile, Emily looked like a new woman in her modern makeup and her modern clothes, and she seemed to be really enjoying the freedom of wearing jeans. Which made sense, since women in her time were encouraged to only wear dresses. But Emily looked like a knock-out in her curve-hugging jeans. She also had a pair of strappy heels on, so she towered over Joan but also relied on the small woman for balance as she got used to the high heels. She also wore a cute floral patterned crop top, and she had a handbag to tie the outfit together. I could tell she was enjoying her opportunity to explore fashion, something she was interested in even back in the nineteenth century.
“You ladies look incredible.” I grinned as my eyes grazed over every curve on their bodies.
“Thank you,” the ladies giggled and pulled each other closer.
“Can you drive?” Joan asked as she held her car keys out to me. “I can’t with these heels.”
“Of course,” I said as I took the keys. “Let’s go.”
We headed out to the garage, and I plugged the address of the fancy restaurant into my GPS. Then I drove us the short distance to the restaurant and parked the car on the street. Joan’s beat-up Toyota Corolla looked out of place amongst all the Maseratis and Audis parked around us, and I decided then and there that with my first big payout, I’d get a nice car for all of us to use.
I’d made a reservation earlier while I was waiting for the women to get ready, so the maitre d’ ushered us to our table quickly. He handed us a wine list and let us know there was a three-course, chef’s choice lunch menu on special. Then he made himself scarce while we perused the wine.
“This is amazing,” Emily whispered as she glanced around at the luxurious white dining room.
It was a small restaurant, but it was busy with rich people who had no worries about time or cost. The waiters darted between the tables, catering to their every whim, and every dish that came out of the kitchen looked incredible.
“It’s super nice,” I agreed as I eyed a juicy strip loin that a waiter passed by with. “Should we just go for the tasting menu? So Emily doesn’t get overwhelmed with choice.”
“That sounds good to me,” Joan said. “And maybe the waiter can recommend wine pairings.”
“Wine pairings,” I scoffed quietly. “Who the hell am I?”
“You’re Francis,” Emily said as she warmly laid a hand on my arm. “And you’re incredible.”
“Agreed,” Joan said with a smile.
I waved the waiter down and put our order in. A few moments later, the waiter reappeared with a bottle of wine and three glasses. We had to go through the motions of me tasting the wine, as if I had any idea what the hell I was supposed to be tasting for, and I gave a nod of approval before the waiter topped up my glass and poured a glass for the ladies.
Rich people could really take their time doing anything.
“A toast!” Joan said as she enthusiastically raised her wine glass up. “To Frankie, and everything he’s done for us.”
“Aww,” I said with a smile, but I raised my glass up. “You don’t have to thank me for anything.”
“What?” Emily laughed as she raised hers, too. “You literally saved my life, I should be thanking you for the rest of my life.”
“Um, same,” Joan added and gave me a weird look. “Or have you forgotten that whole stalker situation? We owe you everything.”
“That’s not necessary,” I insisted. “I’m just happy you’re both happy and safe.”
“Just take the compliment and let us toast you,” Joan laughed and shook her head. “To Frankie.”
“To Francis,” Emily agreed.
“Fine, to me.” I chuckled.
We clinked our glasses together and sipped our wine while we grinned at each other over the top of the glasses.
“So, um, Frankie,” Joan said, and her face turned a light shade of pink as she set her wine glass down. “Before you left, we were, um, talking.”
“I remember,” I said as I swirled my wine in my glass, but I tried not to smile too broadly because it was clear Joan was still shy about the whole thing. “I liked where that conversation was going.”
“We talked about it more while you were out,” Emily interjected, and the beautiful blonde woman reached for my free hand.
“Oh, yeah?” I asked with a grin as I squeezed her hand. “What else did you talk about?”
“Well, you’re my beloved, of course,” Emily said as she batted her mascaraed eyelashes at me.
My eyes couldn’t help but fall to the creamy cleavage that peeked out from above Emily’s floral top, and I bit my lip as I met her blue eyes again.
“That’s right,” I said with another squeeze of her hand. “My beloved.”
“Joan tells me it’s called ‘girlfriend’ now.” Emily giggled. “And you’re my boyfriend. I remember when you called me that in the car, and I didn’t understand. Now I do. And I’m so happy to be your girlfriend. ”
“Me, too,” I said with a goofy smile on my face.
My heart fluttered in my chest at the pretty lady calling herself my girlfriend. We leaned into each other as we grinned, and we rubbed our noses together in a cute display of affection.
“Well…” Emily said as she sat back in her chair, but her smile was still wide. “Joan wants you to be her boyfriend, too. And I just think you’re such a wonderful man, Francis. And I feel very fondly toward Joan. I don’t want to deprive her the joy that you bring me.”
“And I don’t want to take that joy away from Emily, either,” Joan added quickly.
“So, we want you to be our boyfriend, for the both of us,” Emily finished happily.
I saw an older guy from the table next to us glance over at us, and I couldn’t help but swell with pride a little bit. Some people might look at me strangely, but I was the one with two hot girlfriends, so they could suck it.
“As long as that’s what you both really want,” I said, and I put my wine glass down and reached out to take Joan’s hand.
The pretty brunette smiled wide when I took her hand, and she squeezed it tightly.
“It’s what I really want.” Joan nodded enthusiastically.
“Well, then, it looks like I have two girlfriends,” I laughed as I squeezed both of their hands.
At that exact moment, the waiter appeared at the table with our first course, but he must’ve heard the last bit because he stood frozen with a shocked expression on his face as his eyes darted between me and the women. He recovered quickly, and he plastered a smile on his face as he laid our plates down in front of us.
“Ahem, your first course,” the waiter said as he recovered from the shock. “Crispy choptank sweets oysters with celery root slaw, spicy remoulade, and chive oil.”
“Thank you,” I said.
The waiter met my eye but then awkwardly looked away.
“E-Enjoy,” the waiter stuttered.
He scampered away from the table, clearly still shocked at what he’d heard and seen, and I chuckled as he glanced back at us a few times from the waiters’ station.
“Goodness,” Emily breathed as she took in the fancy plate of oysters.
“Bon appetit, mes cheries,” I said as I picked up my first oyster and tipped the shell like it was a glass I was toasting.
“Francis, you speak French?” Emily gasped.
“Nope,” I said, and then I slurped the oyster from its shell.
I closed my eyes and moaned involuntarily at one of the best things I’d ever tasted in my life.
“You’re so cute.” Joan giggled, and she had to keep herself from tipping the oyster out of its shell.
“No, you are,” I said with a wink.
The pretty brunette blushed and giggled some more.
“And you are,” Emily said as she scrunched her nose at me.
“Stop, you two are too cute.” I grinned as I picked up my second oyster. “You know what they say about oysters, right?”
“That they’re some of the most powerful aphrodisiacs?” Joan asked with a raised eyebrow.
“Exactly,” I said, and I slurped another one down. I noticed Emily’s confused expression, so I leaned in closer to her. “An aphrodisiac is a natural way to, well, boost your libido.”
“They are?” Emily asked with wide eyes.
“Yup,” I said with a sly smile, and I leaned back in my chair.
Emily held my gaze as she picked up an oyster and slowly brought it to her lips. She maintained eye contact as she tipped the shell into her mouth and sucked, and she slowly licked her lips as she lowered the shell.
“Ungh,” I moaned quietly.
Suddenly, I felt a foot rubbing against mine, and I realized it was coming from Joan. The pretty brunette was looking at my lips and biting her own.
“I love oysters,” she whispered.
“Oh, you two are going to be trouble,” I groaned playfully.
Chapter 10
We finished the rest of the lunch as quickly as we could, and the sexual tension grew with each passing minute. When we were done, I flagged down the waiter immediately, paid in cash, and left a generous tip. Then I grabbed the women’s hands and practically sprinted out of the restaurant.
The women drank more wine with lunch, but I’d stopped after the first one since I was driving. They giggled as we piled into the car, and their hands started caressing me from all angles once we were all seated.
“I think I’m feeling the effects of those oysters,” Joan murmured as her hand seductively grazed my thigh.
“Me, too,” Emily whispered into my ear from the seat behind me, and she stroked the back of my neck.
“Alright, hands to yourselves,” I instructed as I started the car. “I’m going to get us home in record time.”
The ladies squealed as I pulled away from the curb quickly. I wished I had a police light or something to stick on top of my car so I could cut through the heavy DC traffic. Luckily, we weren’t far from the townhouse, so it wasn’t long before I was pulling the Corolla into the garage.
As soon as I parked, the ladies’ hands were on me again. Joan unbuckled her seatbelt and crawled over half of the middle console to pull me in for a kiss. Her lips were stained from the red wine, and her tongue explored my mouth without any inhibitions. I felt Emily’s hands caressing my neck again, and I reached for the handle and pushed my door open. Then I pulled away from Joan’s mouth, and the front of my jeans tightened dangerously.
“We need to get inside,” I said breathlessly.
“Agreed.” Joan shot me a sly grin.
The pretty brunette hurried out of the passenger seat while I opened the back door for Emily. I tugged the pretty blonde woman out of the back seat, and she stumbled into me as she tried to stand in her strappy heels.
“Careful,” I chuckled as I caught her against my chest.
“My hero,” Emily sighed as her glassy blue eyes gazed into mine. She extended her neck as her body melted into mine, and we converged in a passionate kiss.
“Jealous,” Joan teased as she rounded the car, and she pulled out her key and motioned for us to follow her. “Come on, I have something to show you two.”
“Ooooh, let’s go,” Emily giggled.
The giggly blonde leaned against me, so I wrapped my arm around her and followed Joan into the townhouse. The researcher tossed her bag on the sideboard by the door and motioned for us to keep following her, and she led us up the stairs and into her bedroom.
“Ta-da,” Joan said as she faced her bed and spread her arms wide, and she turned to smirk at us as her eyes darkened. “It’s my king-sized bed, which is big enough for fun activities.”
“Is that right?” I asked in a sultry voice as Joan’s eyes fell to the bulge in my jeans.
“Francis, I think Joan needs a kiss,” Emily said, and she bit her lip as she gently pushed me into Joan’s arms.
The small brunette woman batted her eyelashes up at me as I wrapped my arms around her thin waist. I pulled her against my body, and she pressed her stomach against my bulging erection as we kissed hard and deep.
Joan groaned lightly as the kiss grew deeper, and she slowly tugged me forward until the back of her knees hit the edge of the mattress. We kept kissing and lowered ourselves onto the bed until I was on top of the small woman, and she wrapped her legs around my waist.
“Ohh, Frankie,” Joan sighed when we finally pried our mouths apart. “I’ve been waiting for this for so long.”
“Me, too,” I said as I pushed my hips into hers.
“Ohhh,” she moaned softly and tipped back her head, and I couldn’t help ducking down and kissing her neck.
Then I felt the mattress dip, and I looked up as Emily crawled onto the bed from the other side.
“Keep going,” the blonde woman said as she watched us with wide eyes and flushed cheeks. “I want to watch.”
I grinned as I realized Emily had never seen porn. It wasn’t like she’d had access to the internet since she was a teenager like I had. The closest she’d ever gotten was the copy of the Kama Sutra she’d borrowed from her friend back in 1814, and I was suddenly determined to give her a show she’d never forget.
“Alright.” I pushed myself off Joan, ripped my shirt off in one quick movement that sent buttons scattering everywhere, and tossed it aside.
I could always buy another button-up, especially with how rich I now was.
“Mmmm,” Joan moaned as she took in the sight of my bare chest.
“Get undressed,” I instructed Emily kindly but firmly. “Then you’re going to watch me undress Joan.”
“Okay,” Emily agreed and eagerly scrambled off the bed.
I watched her as she stripped her jeans off, and I grinned at the lacy blue thong she was wearing underneath. That was definitely a modern invention, and I was glad to see she was embracing our culture fully. Then she pulled her crop top off to reveal a matching bra, but when she made a move to get back onto the bed, I held up a finger.
“Uh-uh,” I scolded playfully. “All of it.”
Emily’s cheeks flushed, but she giggled as she pulled her lacy blue panties off and kicked them to the side. She struggled with the modern bra for a moment, but when she finally got it, and her big, creamy breasts fell free, ugh.
The heavens were smiling down on me.
“Gorgeous,” I murmured, and then I grinned at the naked blonde woman. “Now, have a seat and enjoy the show.”
I started to undo my jeans, but Joan’s hands reached out to stop me.
“Let me,” she said as she batted her dark eyelashes.
“How could I ever say no to that face?” I replied.
I dropped my hands to my side and rocked my hips forward while Joan unbuttoned my jeans. She slid them down my body slowly and grinned as my black boxer shorts were exposed, complete with my concealed erection. I kicked the jeans to the side, and the eager brunette quickly reached for the waistband of my underwear and yanked them down to reveal my member.
