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OZ

BY

Eden Elgabri

&

 Heather Peters
 

EXCERPT

 

William Ozarak resembled an average Joe rather than a financial wizard. The only thing that suggested his superiority was the expense of his suit and the scent of his cologne. Other than that he stood about five ten, balding, with a thick mustache. A little paunch in the gut area suggested his appetite paralleled his wallet. He reminded you of someone’s uncle, not a multimillionaire.

     “Such a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Ozarak.”

     “The pleasure is all mine and call me Oz, everyone else does.” His deep voice resounded through the room, echoing his dominance and power. He nodded his head and looked around the living room. “Nice house. I can see why you wouldn’t want to lose it. Tim filled me in on the details.” He eyes took in every detail, scrutinizing the room just the way a professional contractor would another’s work. “He did a good job on this house.”

     Thea sat on the other end of the couch with her hands folded on her lap. “I put everything I had into it and now I have nothing left. If I don’t sell it...” she sighed unable to complete the thought.

     “You know I don’t build houses. I build malls and office buildings. Larger pieces of real estate than Tim does.”

     His words didn’t make sense. This man would not have come here if he knew from the start it was a waste of time. “But Tim felt you might be able to help me. He said he spoke to you and you might know what to do.” She paused not knowing what else to say.

     “I did say I might have a way to help and that’s why I’m here.” He smiled at her reassuringly.

     She let out a heavy breath. “Then you’ll consider buying it?”

     “No dear. I’d have no use whatsoever for this house.”

     For someone so skilful in the art of finance, he utterly lacked in communication skills. “But I don’t understand. If you aren’t interested in buying the house, how could you possibly help me?”

     “Tim was remiss if he led you to believe I’d want to purchase it, but I do have a way that you could earn enough money to keep the house.”

     Hope coursed through her veins. A company his size would certainly have a position she could fill. Maybe even in her field of advertising and marketing. A stable career would end all her problems. With a guaranteed position she could take a thirty day loan to pay her next mortgage payment and the rest of her bills. Excitement bubbled in her voice. “A job?”

     “In a sense. Although not a traditional one.”

     His half smile stroked her fears. She didn’t want to let go of the hope but suspected something wasn’t right. “Working for your company?” Thea asked confused.

     “Not for my company, just for me. Now don’t get insulted or put off, but the deal I’ll make with you is the price of your mortgage for two years against the pleasure of your company for one month.”

     Thea sat there staring at the average looking man in front of her and his not so average request. Her weary brain couldn’t wrap around his words. “I don’t understand.”

     “Don’t be naïve, dear. Of course you do.”

     Thea shook her head. The only possible explanation leapt from the pages of her favorite romance novels. “You can’t mean...”

     “Sex? Yes, I can.”

     Thea laughed as if she were part of some bizarre dream. “But I’m not,” she looked down at herself and shook her head, “I’m not exactly a sex goddess.”

     “Don’t sell yourself short. I knew Tim wouldn’t ask for my help unless you were something special, and you are.” His eyes roamed her body from top to bottom.

     The dreams she’d only moments before resuscitated, died. No job to pay her bills and no way to hold on to her house. Unless she opened her legs for the man in front of her. Not so long ago she would have been incensed had anyone ever suggested it. Deflated, her voice came out no louder than a whisper. “I’m not a prostitute. I could never sell my body.” But even as she said it, her weary mind entertained the idea.

     “It wouldn’t even resemble that. Before you give your response, let me go over several points. First, you would not have to have sex with me. Or at least I promise I would never enter you.”

     Thea squirmed in her seat. “Then what?”

     “Some fondling, maybe a little oral sex occasionally, but most of the time I’d want to watch you with someone else.”

     Thea knew the words should have repulsed her, yet she found them arousing instead. She’d always been a good girl, but deep down a bad girl hid. A sane person wouldn’t have continued with the conversation, but the desperate one did. “And who would that someone else be?”

     “First, let’s talk time. In the one month period you’d only have to perform between the hours of six to eleven. A five hour evening shift, would allow you to continue looking for a day job. And in most cases you wouldn’t be using the entire five hours. Maybe an hour or two for sex and the rest of your shift I’d just want you around, naked. I may want to watch you cook naked or just have you sitting across from me with your legs spread while I watch television.”

Thea blinked certain that this entire event would disappear when her senses cleared. But Oz remained seated next to her and in spite of her shock her panties became moist envisioning herself as the sexual creature Oz described. The feel of calloused hands caressing her body... 

His voice brought her back to reality. “I work during the day and go to sleep after the eleven o’clock news. You would live at my house during the one month duration and would have a lock on your room so you wouldn’t have to worry about being bothered by anyone except during your work hours.”

     The thought of anyone wanting her body that much baffled her, and she found, much to her dismay, turned her on. “And for this you would pay my mortgage for two full years? You don’t even know how much it is.”

     Oz smiled. “Yes, I do, and I’d have no problem paying it.”

     Throw him out.

It’s a solution.

Have some pride.

Her mind battled and the devil kicked the angel out of the way. “Can we get back to the person I would be having sex with while you watched?”

     Oz reached inside his pocket and pulled out an envelope. He took out a picture of an extremely handsome young man with long blonde hair and cat green eyes standing at a construction site with his muscles bulging. Young and built the guy could have been a Chippendales’ dancer.

What a hardship. Let the man in front of her watch while she fucked the most perfect specimen on earth? It was almost a no-brainer. But what about feelings, emotions?

     She shook her head again. There must be some kind of mistake. “This is the man you want me to have sex with?”

     “Occasionally. Lionel works for me. So sometimes it would be him.”

     Oh-oh, here comes the catch. “And other times?”

     He pulled a second photo from the envelope. If the first guy was beautiful, this one was devastating. Short black hair and eyes blacker than a midnight sky.

     The thought of either man touching her made her nipples harden. What was she thinking? She’d just had mind-blowing sex with Tim. She cared for Tim. Don’t go there. The likelihood of him wanting anything permanent after a recent divorce was slim to none. He hadn’t made love to her, he’d fucked her up against a door. No point using a relationship with him as an excuse not to save her home.     

She’d always been so respectable. But these men could bring out the best even in her. “So I’d have sex with the two of them?” It took a moment for her brain to process her words. Her eyes widened with anticipation. “Alone? Or do you mean I’d be with the two of them at the same time?” Her heart beat faster. Two gorgeous men. The fantasy she only allowed when she was alone with her vibrator.

     “In most cases one at a time, although on occasion, I might enjoy seeing you with two men. And I wouldn’t always have you with them. I’d want a third man to add a little variety. This man could be your choice. Even a current lover. He’d get nothing out of the arrangement and have to understand this is something you want that would benefit you financially.”

     “And the other men. What do they get?”

“Why the pleasure of fucking you, of course.”

The crude way he said it made her envision it more. Her body coursed with heat imagining the hands, mouths, cocks of the splendid specimens of manhood she’d seen in the pictures.

She couldn’t be serious about this. But she was. Okay she’d be allowing this man to watch her have sex, but it sounded like the actual sex with him would be limited. And as far as the two men in the pictures, a woman would have to be dead not to respond to them. But what about the third?

Tim? He’d been her imagination’s sexual fodder for the past few years. Maybe she could talk him into doing this. But why would he?

     Because he’d get to fuck her without strings. A recently divorced man would want sex, but wouldn’t want the emotional ties that came with it. The tough part would be selling him on allowing his competitor to watch. 

     “Do you want to tell me about the sex? You said with you there would be fondling and oral sex. And with these men?” Thea’s heart pounded as she waited for his reply.

     “Oral, vaginal, anal, and some light bondage.”

     Thea gulped. He said it like he was ordering breakfast, as if there was nothing wrong with what he was asking her to do.

     “And if I can’t find a third person? Will you just pick someone else at random?”

     He leered at her as if he had no doubt she’d agree to his plans. “No, of course not. I’d make sure I found someone young and virile that you approved of. But I don’t think it’ll come to that. I think any man you asked would be willing to have sex with you.”

     Thea wasn’t so sure of that, especially under the circumstances. “Even with someone else watching?”

     His eyes undressed her and settled on her ample breasts. “You are a stunning woman. I’m sure you can be very persuasive.”

     Persuasive? How on earth do you convince someone to perform sexually in front of an audience? “I don’t think I can do this.”

     “Of course you can. Your nipples have hardened already just thinking about it. I can see them through your shirt.”

Thea crossed her arms over her chest to try to hide her wantonness. What was wrong with her?

“I promise that if you decide to do this, you’ll be saving your home, and will experience the most satisfying sexual encounters anyone could hope for. The men will be told that your pleasure always comes first.”

     Thea shivered at the promise of orgasms in the arms of gorgeous men. “And your pleasure?”

     “Will come from watching your ecstasy. But don’t decide this minute. Take two days. If you’re interested, come to me at this address,” he said as he handed her his card. “At that time I’ll set up the account to pay your mortgage. One month’s nights for two years of your home. In a couple of years the economy will be different. Who knows what kind of changes there’ll be by then?”

     With that he stood and smiled at Thea. “I really hope I hear from you, but if I don’t, I wish you all the best.”

     Thea sat there with the weight of the world on her shoulders as Oz walked out the door. She wasn’t one to have casual sex, but one month of it could solve all her problems.

     If only she could talk Tim into being the third.

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