Celeste Nites

Claiming Celeste: Jacques is hypnotized by Celeste and makes plans for her seduction. Little did he know that it would be he who would be seduced. But he is not the only one to fall for her seduction; there is another with a more eternal kiss of death on his mind. Hunting Celeste: Jacques and Armand track Celeste to a seedy bar. Both brothers seduce her, trying to tempt her into their protection. Celeste again leaves unable to share her dark secret with these men though they prove to be steadily wearing her resistance down with their sweet words and soft touches. Sharing Celeste: Jacques let's Armand have the lead in bringing back the elusive vixen. But Celeste is proving to be a very hard negotiator in bed and out of it.
Chapter One He watched her tonight like he’d watched her for the last dozen nights. She always came at the same time - at 8 pm and always wearing black. Tonight, she was wearing her black leather mini skirt with thigh high black leather boots. The black silk shirt she wore was cut into a vee to show off her nicely shaped breasts and short enough lengthwise to see her belly ring with a blue topaz stone hanging from the band. Her long auburn hair flowed freely tonight, framing her heart-shaped face with wisps of delicate waves. She had the same routine of coming in, handing a twenty to the bouncer and then going to the bar for a drink. Not an alcoholic drink though, which was unusual for a woman coming into a bar night after night. No, she always ordered a virgin tequila sunrise. A fifty to the bouncer last week got him the story of why she handed the big, burly biker the twenty as she walked in. It was to assure that she wouldn’t be hassled by anyone at the bar or on the dance floor. She would hand him a ten for walking her out to the car when she was finished dancing. He watched her as she sipped her drink while she stared at the dance floor. Most women coming in would be staring at the dance floor, sizing up who they would like to go home with, but that wasn’t what she wanted. She wanted to move, to float and size up who she could get away with a little flash. She picked men…and women, who wouldn’t mind a little tease, before she would move away silently to her own space on the floor to finish her dance. She was a most unusual woman. She came alone, danced, for the most part, alone, and went home…alone. Same thing every night; night after night. It intrigued him enough to motivate him into finding out as much as he could about her, before he made his move to seduce the woman. That was his first inclination. Another female to warm his bed for a few nights, then a pleasant parting and off hunting for a new woman to find pleasure with. Never staying with the same woman long enough to develop any emotional attachments on either side. He didn’t have time for that in his life, but a man had his needs, regardless. And there were plenty of women who knew the score and went along with the game, night after night.