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Male Review
Lillian Grant
Sam Stephens and Meg Riley are in love, and finally on the cusp of sex anytime, anywhere, anyhow. That is until Meg’s Great Aunt Maud, the octogenarian nymphomaniac, gets tossed out of the old folk’s home and moves in with them, closely followed by her polar opposite, Meg’s scarily frigid mother.
When Meg’s best friend Laura convinces Aunt Maud to invest in Male Review, a BDSM themed male strip joint, it seems to be just one more step along the path to madness. Laura’s last venture ended with Meg being arrested as a pimp. When former prostitute Michael is hired as the bar manager the whole thing is surely destined for disaster. He’s to blame for the crazies invading Meg’s home and even worse, he still has the hots for her.
If she wants to get her life back all Meg needs to do is find a new home for Maud, resolve the dispute between her warring parents, keep Michael at arm’s length and rescue her relationship with Sam before it disintegrates completely. Male Review appears to be just one more problem to deal with, but perhaps it could provide an unexpected solution.
Meg rolled her eyes as a loud snort rent the air. She lifted
her head, smashed a fist into her pillow, and glared at the comatose old woman
lying next to her. This wasn’t how things were supposed to work out. Once Sam
declared his undying love for her they should have ridden off into the sunset
together. Instead, they jumped into her compact Korean car and hustled around
to the old folk’s home to meet her mother.
Clearly it wasn’t her fault that St. Andrew’s had tossed
Aunt Maud out. The whole disaster had been down to Laura and her stupid idea to
start a male escort business. Meg went to the hotel to try and fix things.
Given a few more minutes she would have un-cuffed Michael Monaghan from the bed
and persuaded Aunt Maud elderly ladies had no need to use the services of a
male prostitute. She might even have recovered Michael’s clothes so he could
get dressed. Thank God her mother arrived at the old people’s home after the
police left and she never got the whole story behind Maud’s eviction. Although,
having her mother yell and show disappointment in her debauched daughter might
have been a quicker and less painful punishment than agreeing to let Aunt Maud
move in with her and Sam until she found a new home. To date, every old
people’s home in Sydney, Australia had turned the crazy old lady away.
Meg’s mind turned to her new beau. They’d been on the cusp
of sex any which way, anywhere, any time, and then, when Aunt Maud showed up,
the sex fest was over. She couldn’t sleep in his bed because Maud would know
what they were doing and Meg would be horribly embarrassed. How was he coping?
Sam had needs. Big needs. Often needs. She hadn’t heard yips of “yee-haw”
coming from his room since Aunt Maud moved in a month ago, so either he was
suffering from a case of blue balls, or he’d learned to jack off quietly. The
thought of him lying in his reclining chair naked with his fist wrapped around
his hard, hot, heaving cock sent a heat wave through her body and a definite
dampening in areas that had no business being damp when you shared a bed with
your eighty-something great aunt.
Another loud snarl made Meg sigh loudly and check her alarm
clock. She hadn’t planned on getting up until after eight as, on top of
everything else, she didn’t have a job to go to, but sleep was impossible.
Maybe an early morning snack would help. Yes, she was on a diet, but everyone
knew calories consumed before seven in the morning didn’t count. Besides, she
might check out the gym where Sam worked later, purely for exercise purposes.
The thought of Sam and exercise wouldn’t cool her down, but Ben & Jerry
were more than up to the job.
She climbed out of bed and dragged on her robe. One last
look at Sleeping Beauty, sans teeth and wig, assured her Maud was dead to the
world and she should get going while the getting was good. The door squeaked on
its hinges, but Aunt Maud continued to saw logs. Meg pulled the bedroom door
closed behind her and relaxed. In the last thirty days the only time she’d been
without Maud was when either of them went to the bathroom. Except the hour she
left her with Sam while she went to buy groceries. That hadn’t ended so well.
She’d found Sam’s whimpering and begging never to be left alone with Maud again
quite disturbing. The old girl seemed to think men were game for sex
twenty-four seven, and Sam usually was, but not with octogenarians who had a
penchant for pinching butts and ripping towels off freshly showered men.
Meg crept down the hall, through the living room, and into
the kitchen. The place shone. No one would fault Maud on her work ethic. She
had cracked the whip for hours, only stopping her nagging when Meg had cleaned
every surface until they could eat off it. So, she was a bit slap dash about
housework, and Sam was no better, but who cared. Now the place didn’t feel like
home at all.
After retrieving a large spoon from the cutlery drawer, Meg
opened the freezer and bent over to find her favorite flavor made by her
favorite men. Just as she reached inside to pull out a tub of Chunky Monkey,
two hands splayed across her back and something rigid buried itself in her arse
crack.
She’d recognize Sam’s particular brand of foreplay anywhere.
He had a thing about bending her over and taking her from behind, but she
wasn’t so hot on the idea with her head buried in the freezer and Maud likely
to walk in at any moment. The old lady would never believe she had a platonic
relationship with Sam if she found him buried up to his testicles inside Meg.
Once her mother found out she had taken up sleeping with her male flat mate Meg
would be moved into a nunnery, or Sam tossed out on his ear before either of
them had a chance to explain. Her mother didn’t do sex, and neither did the
rest of the family, if she had anything to say about it.
*
God, Meg was beautiful. How she could think otherwise
escaped him. The sight of her abundant curves sent Sam’s already thumping pulse
rate higher. Unable to believe his luck at finding her alone, and in such a
seductive pose, he leaned forward and wrapped his arms around her still bent
form. He slipped his hands inside the front of her robe. The fingers of his
left hand edged inside her panties on a seek-and-plunder mission between her
thighs, while he used his right hand to tweak her left nipple into surrender.
Maud was a pain in the arse. All his good work at not only
finally seducing Meg, but getting her to lose her inhibitions, was coming
unraveled. He missed her. His cock missed her. The bed felt empty when she
wasn’t in it. Never before had he felt this way about a woman, but Meg was the
one. He’d fallen hopelessly and passionately in love with her and he wanted to
show her … hard and often.
Heat spread through his body. Oh, she felt so good. He
fingered the dampness between her thighs and brushed his thumb over her nipple.
Her breast was heavy in his hand. Her womanly curves sent a rush of desire
straight to his already straining dick. She was his perfect wet dream. Warm,
soft, and the girl had a mouth to die for, but that could wait for next time.
He had no idea when he would get another opportunity like this. He growled in
her ear and tugged her robe up the back of her legs, desperate to bury himself
inside her.
“Sam. Stop!”
She wriggled out of his grasp and he groaned his
disappointment. His stallion bucked at the gate waiting for the starter’s
orders. The feisty bugger would put an eye out if it broke free of his very
tight white boxer briefs.
He took a deep breath. “I’m dying here.”
Meg glanced at his bulging erection.
“We can’t. Maud might come through.”
Sam growled, “Fuck Maud.”
A giggle escaped Meg. “I’m sure she’d be a more than willing
partner and at least you could get some relief.” She popped the top off the ice
cream and filled the spoon. Maybe she hoped the cool dessert would bring them
both back to their senses. She offered him the first taste. “Here, have some
ice cream instead.”
He took the spoon from her and slipped it seductively
between his lips then pulled it back out and slowly licked the remaining
dessert from the stainless steel surface. The way she licked her lips and
swallowed showed his actions were getting the desired reaction. Encouraged, Sam
reached out, took the tub, and refilled his spoon. He leaned forward and
brushed his ice cream cooled lips against hers as he whispered, “Coming?”
Meg squeaked out, “Not yet,” then followed him as he
disappeared through the house.
