Warning: This chapter contains use of drugs and alcohol

Chapter 17- Bennett

I snickered, "What do I like?" She nodded. Did she just call me Benny? I tilted my head to get a better look at her. Her skin was flawless. Even with crumbs on her lips. I reached up to brush it off gently. She stared back, her gaze dropping to my mouth. Jennette laid her chin on my shoulder, she looked up at me as well. They must have been nervous, I had given them enough liquor for them to loosen up. Damon was on his way. This was my type of entertainment. Damon wanted me to slip in something in the champagne but that wasn't my style. I wanted them lucid enough. He didn't tell me they liked to drink. The glasses had to be refilled so many times, it shocked me even.The cameras weren't noticeable. They were cameras in the room in case anything criminal happens. What I was doing wasn't criminal. I just wanted to watch. It's for me and me alone. Damon should be here soon to join us. He told me that Talia was seeing Samuel and him at the same time, she wouldn't mind if he came over. "Lots of things. Whatever I want to do, I like to try it." That's what I thought when I handcuffed someone for the first time. We lost the key. I called one of my security guards to unlock us. It excited me. Filming was my second, I get the girls consent before it happens or they don't notice to care enough.

"I love your lips." Talia wrinkled her nose, still staring at it. "Do you use lip masks?" she brought up her index finger, moving it up and down like a motor. I chuckled again, these girls were funny. The fact that I got to see this up close was a treat.

"What's that?" I asked.

"It's a mask. For your lips," she responded. "It makes it smooth and purple. I said purple," Jennette fell back on the bed, holding her belly while she laughed. Talia cackles, shaking her head and hitting my shoulder. "I meant nipple. No. Supple. Soft. Oh my god, we drank too much. So unprofessional." She swallowed, scooted up, sitting on her knees. "Does this mean we can't come with you because we're drunk?"

"This wasn't an official interview. It was a meeting." I answered with a smile. "You two are fine." She gave a faraway look into my eyes. She moved in close, our noses touched and she held my cheeks, looking dazed. I touched her cheek with my thumb, she pouted her bottom lip. "We can set an interview anytime you want."

"If I did something right now, would you be mad?" she slurred her words. Her eyes were glazed. Both were, Jennette sat behind Talia while she tilted her head to the side with her mouth open but they still managed to look gorgeous.

"It depends on what you want to do. But for you, I won't be mad." I smirked, looking into her eyes. She moved in close, my lips brushed hers and she gave me a quick peck. Her head recoiled back, thinking of what she just did. I didn't want her to stop. She did it again, like a chicken bucking. I held the back of her head, she stayed against my mouth. I pried hers open with my tongue and ours swirled around. She still tasted like red wine. It became forced on my mouth, hotter, she climbed on my lap. Grinding on my groin, all the blood rushed to my penis. She tasted like the salty snacks. 

 I heard the door open, peaking out of one eye as Damon walked in with the key card. "Looks like the party already started," he said with a chuckle as he shut the door.

"Damon!" Talia shouted, jumping off me and meeting him for a hug. She hopped and wrapped her legs around his waist. I felt Jennette resting her chin on my shoulder and she sniffed my neck. "What are you doing here?"

"Meeting Bennett. He told me to meet him here," he answered. "The concierge escorted me. I heard giggling. Of course you two were here." He bit his bottom lip as he looked at them. This could work, right? I begged him to bring them. Nothing bad will happen. It's just fun.

"Oh my god, thank you for introducing us to him. He's yummy!" She giggled, her body still clinging to him as he walked over.

"What do you think?" Jennette asked, whispering against my cheek. Her face rubbed it on mine, I moaned.

"Of what?" I asked.

"Of them. You know she's dating Samuel too." We watched as Talia kissed Damon all over his face.

"I know. What do you think?"

"It's a three way relationship. Are you into polyamory?"

"I've had my share of women. Three or four in my bed."

"Four?" Her mouth opened. I nodded. "Busy man."

"More is always welcome in my bed."

"You can handle two at a time?"

"Of course."

"I'm single." Her hands began to roam inside my shirt. Her fingers clawed on my chest. "Mmm." I shuddered, getting hard again.

"I love single women."

"So you don't only want Talia," she stated, her nails ran against my chest hair. "Chest hair, sexy." "She's not exclusive with either of them. I'm not exclusive with anyone."

"Yes I am," Talia said, plopping on the bed, laying her head on my lap. "I'm exploring my options. So Jennette, are you still in love with Dennis?"

"I'm not in love with Dennis." She removed her arm from my shirt and laid back. Shit. "I want him. But I don't think he wants me back." I button my shirt. Who the hell was dennis?"

"He wants you. Trust me." Talia nodded.

"Do I know a Dennis?"

"He was at the party," Damon reminded me. "The one with the long name. Sanatorio."

"Huh." I pondered. His father and my father knew each other before he passed. I didn't get a chance to speak to him but I don't forget a face. The deal wasn't forgotten before he died. He told me on his deathbed to try as hard as I could to do a merger with the Sanatorios. Dennis was going to become CEO, which meant I should set up a meeting when it happens. That family had invested so much in the town. Generational wealth. I mean they didn't have more money than me but it's pretty close. I had to complete it. For now, this was my main focus: waiting for them to get naked. "You like Dennis?"

"I do, but we haven't defined it yet. Or told each other. He hasn't called me since I went to his house."

"Oh." So she hooked up with him.

"Enough, we're having fun. Damon's here. Break out the favors." Talia clapped her hands.

"Talia, no. You said you quit." Jennette shook her head.

"Just one bump. I promise. Last time." Damon opened the baggie in front of us, pouring the pile on a book. He cut up a few lines for the four of us.

"You said that before, and then ran out of the apartment thinking aliens were in the house and chowed down noodles." I snorted and laughed. I would have loved to see that.

"I was hungry," she stated as she scooted closer to Damon.

"It wasn't cooked." I watched as both of them argued. Jennette was still laying down, moving her knees to her chest. Their eyes were glazed over, staring each other down.

She mimicked rolling her eyes. Damon sniffed up two lines.

"Hey. Ladies first." I told Damon while hitting his shoulder. He gulped and frowned.

"You ladies partaking?" Damon liked the corner of his lip and wiped the excess powder off his nose. He slid the book to her.

"I don't do that," Jennette said, pushing the book away.

"Yes you do." Talia accused.

"One time. And it made me thirsty and sweaty. I think it was laced from that tattooed dude we met. This isn't laced, right?" I looked at Damon, shaking my head and silently asked if it was.

"Right, Damon?" I widened my eyes when he didn't say anything else. He looked over his shoulder and met my face.

"Absolutely. It's clean." Damon smirked and handed Talia the rolled up dollar bill for her turn. she sniffed it up her nose like a pro, wiping under her nostrils and shaking her head.

"Bennett." He handed me the book for my turn. I couldn't believe I was doing this again. I didn't want a repeat of the party last night. These girls mostly drank, which was a good thing. Jennette grabbed the roll from my fingers and did a bump. She sniffed twice, rubbing her nostrils and shook her head.

"Wow, I don't miss that. But I feel good. Is there anything to drink?" Jennette asked.

"Here," Talia handed her the last bottle of water. She took it, cracked it open and drank it in one gulp.

"That's good." Jennette laid on her back, began rubbing her breasts. "I feel so good." She rolled around in the bed until she fell off the bed. She let out a fit of giggles. I chuckled.

"Jenny, get off the floor," Talia said between her own laughs.

"I can't, I'm in cement," Jennette claimed. "Help me get out, I'm sinking." She held out her arms. Talia grabbed her up, "I wanna dance!" She shimmied, "where's the music?!"

"Who has spotify?" Talia bounced on the bed. I sniffed. Shaking my head and blinking. I felt weird. This wasn't what I told him to bring. I pulled him up to the side while the girls were dancing with no music. This isn't what I think it was, no way. 

"Damon what the hell is this?" I asked, licking my front teeth.

"It's coke," He told me with a shrug. 

"That's it right? Nothing else?"

"Well I did get Molly for myself. I haven't tried it. It's crushed up, I thought it would be fun  for later. It's ok. I labeled them." He pulled them both up. There were no labels on the ziplock bags. "Oh shit. I could have mixed up the bags." He winced. I knew it. I couldn't be on this again. 

"You cannot be fucking serious." I could see the headline already: Bennett Falls Fucks up Big Time.