In this chapter, Genevieve’s dinner game continues as Layal reads her challenge. It is not surprising who she picks to share her challenge with, but what is surprising is the request that partner makes.
Together they walked to the couch where Layla waited, stretched out like a cat in the sun. She’d already shed her dress, her honey-colored skin on display for all to see.
“Come here, you beautiful creatures,” Layla purred, patting the cushion beside her.
Jess inhaled. She’d never had her face so close to another woman’s pussy before. It had a slight musky, but arousing scent. She wondered if they all smelled similar this close. She lifted her head, her tongue finding Maren’s delicate, moist lips. Maren shuddered above her, a long deep moan escaping from deep within. She tasted sweeter than she smelled. Jess tried to take it all in, to remember the taste and smell for later.
The room filled with the wet, hungry sounds of passion. Jess lost herself in it, her tongue exploring Maren’s folds, finding the hard bud of her clit and circling it.
Chef André emerged from the kitchen, his whites still immaculate despite the hours of work.
“For the main course,” André announced, his French accent thick with pride, “we have prepared a Pan-seared duck breast with a cherry gastrique and roasted root vegetables.”
Eli stepped forward, raising the first bottle. “To accompany, we have two Bordeaux, a 2015 Château Margaux, and a 2016 Barolo from Piedmont. Both should complement the richness of the duck.”
Genevieve nodded her approval.
The servers moved in formation, each carrying two plates. Jess watched Maren approach, those dark curls swaying with each step, the ridiculous uniform clinging to her voluptuous curves.
Maren set a plate in front of her, the duck with its skin crisped to a deep mahogany, the cherry gastrique pooled beneath like liquid garnets. The scent enveloped her: rich, earthy, sweet. Jess picked up her fork and knife, cutting into the breast. The meat gave easily, revealing a perfect medium-rare center.
She took a bite.
The flavor bloomed across her tongue. It was gamey, sweet, and savory all at once. The gastrique added brightness, cutting through the fat. The vegetables were caramelized, their edges crisp.
“I’ve never had duck before,” she said. “It’s simply amazing.”
Genevieve smiled and said, “That brings joy to my heart, my love.”
“Thank you so much for inviting me,” Jess replied. “The whole night’s has been so…” She paused. “Educational.”
“I’m sure it has been, and that’s precisely why I invited you,” Genevieve replied. “I had a good feeling about you. And I must say, you’ve lived up to my expectations.”
Jess blushed.
Genevieve continued, nodding at Graham. “I think we have similar taste in men. I watched you with Graham earlier, you seem to appreciate a more refined gentleman. But tell me, do you also appreciate women?”
Jess choked slightly, bringing her napkin up to her mouth. “Sorry, I wasn’t expecting that question.” She took a moment to contemplate her response. “I’ve never really thought about being with a woman before, but I can see the allure.”
Genevieve looked impressed and repeated the word, “Allure, what an appropriate word. I have to admit you possess a better vocabulary than I would have expected for someone so young.”
Jess responded. “I love to read and my mother was a librarian.”
Maren was across the table from her now, and Jess let her eyes follow her.
God, what’s wrong with me tonight? She thought. My libido is going crazy.
She’d been fucked by two men less than an hour ago. Her pussy and ass still ached from the pounding Octavious and Ryan had given her. Not to mention her earlier dalliance with Graham. She should be done. Finished. Ready to crawl into bed and sleep for a week.
But every time Maren glanced her way, something stirred low in her belly.
Those curls. Those full red lips. The way her uniform barely contained her ample bosom, and how her plump ass cheeks peeked out from under that ruffled skirt.
Was this why Genevieve had asked her about her interest in women? Had she noticed how she was looking at Maren? Jess had never thought about women before. Not like this. Not with this heat crawling down her spine and settling between her thighs.
Maren looked up, catching her staring.
Jess panicked, then grinned and stuck her tongue out, crossing her eyes.
Maren bit her lip, stifling a laugh as she cleared a plate near Genevieve.
Genevieve’s head snapped up, startled.
“I’m so sorry, ma’am,” Maren said, straightening.
She shot a knowing look back at Jess.
Genevieve followed the exchange, her expression shifting from surprise to something warmer. A small smile touched her lips. Normally, she’d have words for staff flirting with guests. But this appeared mutual. And Genevieve never stood in the way of attraction.
She lifted her wine glass, tapping it with her fork.
The table quieted.
“Time for the next challenge.” Genevieve’s gaze swept the table. “Layla, you’re up.”
Layla’s face lit up. No fear. No hesitation. Just pure excitement.
She flipped her card over, and a smile stretched from ear to ear. She lived for such moments. In her life, she had done pretty much everything sexual that was possible to do. And she was anxious to do it all over again.
“Oh, I know exactly who I want for this,” she said, reading the card.
Genevieve’s eyebrows arched. “Well, don’t jump ahead, dear. First read your challenge to the table.”
Layla nodded. “Of course.” She cleared her throat. “Pick any person at the table and use them, or have them use you, however you wish.”
Murmurs rippled around the crowd.
Layla didn’t look at anyone right away. She paused, letting the tension build. “I know this person has already had an eventful evening. If they’re overloaded, that’s fine. I’ll pick someone else.”
Everyone’s eyes darted to Octavious.
Then Layla turned her head, looking directly at Jess.
“If you’re up for it, I would love to share an experience with you.”
Jess’s face flushed hot. “Oh my god. Really? I’m very flattered.”
She glanced around the room, her mind racing. Her eyes landed on Maren, who watched with an amused expression.
An idea sparked.
Jess looked back at Layla. “Can I suggest someone join us?”
Layla blinked, surprised. More murmurs rose from the guests.
Layla smiled. “Of course. The more the merrier as far as I’m concerned.”
They both looked at Genevieve.
Genevieve leaned forward. “You’ve piqued my interest. Who is it, dear?”
Jess looked at Maren. “Her.”
Gasps erupted around the table.
Genevieve went pale.
“I’m afraid that’s not possible.” Her voice was firm. “This young woman has not agreed to participate with our group. It would simply not be appropriate.”
Jess’s face fell. “I understand. She probably wouldn’t want to anyway.”
Maren’s voice cut through the silence. “I’m game to join in. If anyone cares.”
Genevieve’s head snapped toward her. She studied Maren for a long moment, weighing the situation.
Finally, she spoke. “Very well, my dears. I never like getting in the way of people getting off.” She paused. “I suppose you’ve enjoyed watching tonight?”
Maren’s lips curved into a smile. “Oh yes, ma’am. It’s been a real treat.”
Genevieve raised her glass. “Very well. Enjoy yourselves.” Her gaze swept across the three women. “I know I’m going to enjoy watching.”
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