Scandalicious by Allison Hobbs Read Free Book Online

Brandy. The naïve girl probably thought that Colden really had the hots for her. He didn’t. He was kissing and cuddling right now. But those acts of affection were merely a ploy to reel Brandy in. Very soon, he would begin to break down her will and any sense of value she might possibly have.
    In a way, Melanee felt lucky. Colden hadn’t given her a false impression. He clearly defined their relationship, the moment he met her.
    Melanee was earning extra money, working for a catering company. She met Colden while serving appetizers at a fundraiser that was held at the home of a married couple, who appeared to be morally upstanding citizens. It seemed to be a regular social gathering, but all of the guests indulged in an alternative, secret lifestyle.
    Colden was flanked by two beautiful women when she approached, offering tasty tidbits from the silver tray she held.
    The women declined, turning up their noses. Colden regarded her large glasses and bad hairdo and smiled. “You’re an interesting-lookingserving girl. I’m not hungry, but when you’ve emptied that tray, I’ll allow you to service me.” His female companions erupted in catty giggles.
    Stunned and humiliated, Melanee scurried away. Her face burned with shame as she worked the room, offering the guests exquisite gourmet morsels. Though she tried to avoid any eye contact with the man who had ridiculed her, she kept sneaking glances. He had a commanding presence, and his crude words had ignited something strange inside her. Intrigued and inexplicably sexually excited, she sought him out after she’d finished serving the guests.
    She had hoped to find him alone, but he was still chatting with the same two women. Afraid that he’d leave before she gave him her number, Melanee approached him.
    “Um, excuse me. Can I speak to you in private?” she said, eyes lowered, her face aflame with mortification.
    He looked at her as if her presence was offensive. “Give me a minute,” he said. After making her wait five minutes, he walked a few steps away from his female companions.
    “What can I do for you?”
    “I want to give you my phone number,” she said in a quivering voice.
    “And why would I want your number?” he asked, and then let out a rumble of laughter. The two Barbie dolls sneered at her and shook their heads in disgust.
    Melanee wanted to go through the floor. “Oh, I’m sorry. I thought—”
    “What did you think?”
    “That…you know…maybe you wanted to hook up sometime.”
    “I live in the moment. If you want to service me, then you can do it now.”
    Melanee looked around. People were mingling and socializing. The other catering staff was going about their duties. Maybe she wouldn’t be missed if she slipped away to one of the bedrooms for a quickie. This man had a magnetic personality. He aroused her in a way that she didn’t quite understand.
    “Okay,” she shamefully agreed.
    In the midst of the party, he took her to an alcove—not a bedroom—he didn’t even seek out the privacy of a bathroom. He pulled her into shadowy recesses of the large room.
    He unzipped his pants and presented a large and venous dick. “Kneeling is the only way you’re going to service me properly.” He spoke to Melanee as if she were a dull-witted child.
    “You want me to…” her voice trailed off as she looked around worriedly. “You want me to do it, right here?”
    “Why not?” Amusement gleamed in his charcoal-colored eyes.
    She had assumed that servicing him meant sexual intercourse. He was so confident and physically attractive, Melanee had been looking forward to getting a good, hard fuck. But Colden made it clear that he only wanted a blow job. And for some reason, she couldn’t deny him.
    On her knees, sucking a stranger’s dick in a corner while the party was in full swing, Melanee was quite a spectacle.
    Colden must have had some kind of pull because the hosts and the other guests looked the other way, pretending not to