Chapter 6

It was distaste in Emmett's mouth that had filtered from the depths of his lungs. While he loved his best friend without fail, it was her domineering nature that had him questioning why was he so compliant to her. And this morning was no different.

With a sigh, he tentatively opened Isabella's door and held it open slightly, revealing a young woman who was dressed rather provocatively. How she even got into the building was beyond him. Behind the desk stood Isabella, a smirk crossing her lips in a fashion that resembled a cat pouncing on its prey.

"Ahhh, Emmett, come in bestie," Isabella sneered, laughing privately at some inward joke that no one other than herself was privy to.

Emmett remained at the entrance and refused to enter. "I can't, BB. I have to go. I have an appointment in an hour."

It was only because he knew his friend inside and out, that he noticed the slight disappointment developing in her eyes, but it was gone in a flash.

"Fine," she sighed, her words coming out harsher than necessary. "Is Paul here?"

Emmett shook his head with regret.

"Nope," he answered, popping out the 'p'. "Jacob's gone too. They had a double today."

Isabella thought for a split second, and then barked out an order. "Go get me Jasper."

Emmett gasped, and presumed he had misunderstood BB's directions. "Jasper? Jasper's not even-"

Isabella cut her eyes at him, and Emmett knew when to shut up. He shook his head in defeat to find the unfornatute man who was now going to be a sexual guinea pig.

From bodyguard to whore, Emmett thought. And they say you can't move up in this business.

Emmett retreated and found Jasper hanging out by the water cooler. Well, not hanging, per say, rather standing rigidly surveying the premises as if any moment someone would bomb the place. Highly unlikely, but he knew Jasper would take no chances

Without an explanation, Emmett pointed to Isabella's door, indicating that he needed her. Jasper jumped with exuberance, always willing to be the man for the job. If he only knew what Isabella would need him for now. Emmett chuckled and strolled towards the elevator, glad he would not be the one testing out the new girl. His appointment wasn't until tonight, but BB didn't need to know that.

She would bitch him out later. And he was okay with that.

Jasper entered Isabella's office, shutting the door behind him. He didn't know what other instructions she needed besides the Cyllen files, but he was willing to do anything for her or her business. He was a trustworthy bodyguard, but most of all he respected her, without a doubt. She may have been the daughter of the infamous Stephan De Luca, but she always had a soft side that showed up once in a blue moon.

You just had to know the moment when to look for it.

However, in her office was the attractive, if not poorly dressed girl that was seated in the lobby from earlier. Jasper always kept a professional expression about his face, but even he could not hide the smile that formed on his lips when he looked at her. When you stripped away the make-up and gaudy clothes, she was absolutely stunning. Nothing about cheap looking shoes could take that away.

"Like what you see, Jasper?" Isabella asked, interrupting Jasper's inner monologue.

At a loss for words, Jasper choked out inarticulate mumblings as Isabella finished her statement. "Jasper, all of my employees are out today. This is Alice Brandon. She thinks she can be out-whore my whores. I need to see if this is true."

Jasper, although highly intelligent, still couldn't gather the purpose of what Isabella wanted from him. He was about to voice his questions when she kept speaking. "Jasper, I need you to fuck Alice. Emmett had to go, and Paul and Jacob-"

He didn't want for his boss to complete her sentence. "What? I'm sorry Miss Isabella, but I'm not…I can't…I don't…"

"Jasper, you can and you will."

"But…but, I'm not even-"

Alice, in the meantime, smiled and watched the conversation in front of her like a tennis match. Of course, this man looked like he didn't have sex for money, but he was rather cute. Much better than the larger Emmett guy that was in here previously.

If she wanted Ms. De Luca to take her seriously, she had to take the situation by the horns. Alice knew what needed to be done, and was willing to take control.

She batted her eyelashes, overtly flirting in a way that no man could resist. "Do you not want me?"

Jasper's mouth gaped open like a fish caught on a hook. Of course he wanted her, what man wouldn't? Her body was sculpted like that of a Grecian statue, but her voice. Oh, her voice was seductively calling to him. He had never heard bells like that before. Sweet and alluring all in the same tone.

Isabella sat back down in her chair and let her visitor take charge. She would need to find out more about this Brandon girl, obviously, but there was no harm in watching the entertainment unfold before her. So she did just that, wishing she had a bucket of popcorn for the show.

Alice trailed a slender finger around Jasper's neck, walking around him in a small circle, assessing his masculine frame. He shivered at the touch of this stranger, this whore, looking him up and down like a piece of meat.

"You know what I like about you, Jasper?" Alice cooed, her hands now manipulating his hair. "You have sexy eyes."

"I…I do?" Jasper choked out, still tightly standing in his position.

"Uh-huh," she nodded. "And your muscles. They are so big and strong."

Jasper had to hold his nervous intact, as Alice maneuvered her fingers up and down his broad chest.

Isabella was trying to hold in her laughter. It was like an 80's porn gone horribly wrong. All Jasper needed was a mustache and they were good to go.

"Oh, and your mouth. Such a sexy mouth," Alice continued, her voice dripping like cream.

Isabella sat up a little straighter, watching as Alice flattered Jasper on his body, slowly circling around him. She was dressed devilishly, but something about the way she talked, was innocent. Demure. Angelic, even.

And that's when Isabella understood. Jackpot!

She's good, Isabella thought. She is very, very good.

Most people assumed that a man's erogenous zone lied beneath the zipper of his pants. While that was true, men were also very sensitive creatures. In some ways, they could even be more delicate than women. That's if you had the right man. So if you had a man, like Jasper, there was only one subtle way to seduce him.

Compliments.

Yes, like a pimply faced teenager being turned down at the prom, Jasper just needed to be reassured of his masculinity. Butter him up, and the pants come down.

Alice began to unbutton Jasper's all black uniform that he wore on a daily basis. Basic dark collared shirt, and matching slacks. Even the shoes were a dark shade, the same ones from his stint in the military. Comfortable for walking, but able to be used for running if needed.

"Do you like my mouth?" Alice questioned, making sure Jasper's eyes were locked on hers. He nodded, and she slowly pulled his top out of his pants. His heart was beating faster, but something about the girl's eyes kept him trapped. He couldn't think about anything except the words that were flowing from her like a calming waterfall.

The dark haired beauty was ever zealous in proving to Isabella her bedroom skills, but today she would demonstrate her ability to seduce the man before her. Keeping her gaze on Jasper, she removed her hands from his body to eradicate her own clothing. Alice had once performed ballet when she was a child, and it was an advantage she used now. She enticed her audience by dancing without music to strip down to the expensive lingerie she had on underneath. If Jasper were to ever die a happy man, then he would gladly welcome death at the mercy of the woman that was capturing his attention.

The all black lace bra and coordinating garter belt and thong that Alice wore was enough to make lose his breath.

Which reminded him, breathing was good.

Must breathe, he muttered to himself.

Easier said than done.

Alice's rounded breasts, which he assumed were more silicone than real, did nothing to deter the erection that was straining against his pants. Her skin also had an unnatural color, most likely the result of too many hours spent in a tanning bed. Either way, she was exquisite.

Isabella leaned forward as the show progressed. She had to admit, Alice Brandon was quite the talent, but it all boiled down to how well she could perform.

"Jasper," Alice purred, in an almost song-like voice. "I'm going to take off your clothes now. Is that okay?"

The former soldier nodded, still too shocked to utter a sound. Alice blinked her large doe eyes at him shyly, as if he were the one asking her for permission. To make him more comfortable, she kissed him on the neck, sucking and licking the salty flesh below his ear. Even Isabella could hear the groan from where she was.

She crossed her legs to pretend like she wasn't getting as aroused as Jasper was, and took a sip of water to erase the flush from her face.

Alice touched Jasper lightly, carefully unzipping his pants until they fell to the ground. His large erection stood forthright, and both women internally applauded his size.

Coming out of his daze, Jasper gently grasped Alice's face, and kissed her tenderly. It could be noted that Jasper Cameron was both a lover and a fighter, and it showed with the way he appreciatively touched Alice.

Alice slowly moved Jasper backwards, with him almost tripping over his entangled shoes and pants, until he fell back onto the leather couch that overtook Isabella's office. Still meagerly dressed, she straddled his lap after removing his pants and shoes for him. They kissed provocatively, Jasper becoming more confident by the second. Alice made her way to her knees, kneeling between his legs on the lush, white carpet. Jasper twitched with anticipation as Alice pulled his cock out of his boxers and licked from the base to the tip.

This I have to see, Isabella reasoned, standing up and walking over to get a better look.

Jasper gasped as the warm temperature of her mouth correlated with the cool air of the office. He leaned backwards, his eyes rolling in the back of his head as Alice continued to torture him with her tongue. Then, in one quick movement, she engulfed him.

With no bearings other than the arms of the sofa, Jasper grabbed it tightly. He no longer cared that his boss was watching him bare, or that the sight of Alice in between his legs almost made him come. His only concern was the pleasure she was bringing him. While he was no virgin, the past blow jobs he received were average at best.

But Alice…she was the motherfucking queen of blowjobs.

He momentarily pondered on how he would be able to find a crown when a slender hand touched him beneath his penis.

Oh God.

She was actually rubbing his balls. In slow circular motion.

While sucking him.

And stroking him.

It was too much. The environment, her beauty, her sexual prowess…

He gently grabbed the back of her hair just as a warning that he was about to come. He could no longer hold back the orgasm that was lurking in his abdomen.

Jasper wasn't sure of it was polite to blow the load in her mouth or not, but he never got the chance.

"Stop!" Isabella shouted, much too loud.

Alice jumped back immediately, and all poor Jasper could do was hold his erection that had been sorely neglected.

"W-what?" Jasper gasped out, barely containing his confusion.

Isabella snickered, not fully understanding how much the term blue balls could truly hurt. Instead, she held out her hand to Alice.

"You're hired. Welcome to Twilight," she said proudly.

Alice squealed, forgetting to maintain her professionalism and grasped Isabella in a tight embrace.

"Oh! You won't regret it! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!"

She continued to shriek as she grabbed her clothing from the floor.

Isabella would never admit it, but it wasn't Alice's use of her mouth that had led her to hire her on the spot.

It was the way she walked and talked; her act of seduction. It was how she made a timid, rigid man like Jasper fall weak at the knees that had stunned Isabella. She knew without a doubt, that if her oral skills were that proficient, then her services in the bed would be just as effective.

"Not so fast," she prompted. "Stay for a little so we can go over paperwork and chat. Jasper, you may go now."

As Alice hurriedly dressed in delight, Jasper bit his tongue and held back the not-so-nice words that he wanted to spew at a certain cock-blocking Miss Isabella.

The only reason he didn't was because he needed this job.

Whereas Jasper Cameron was plotting ways to torment his boss, Edward Cyllen was on the other side of town, grasping his phone in a dark movie theater and wondering two equivalent thoughts.

One, why hadn't Isabella called him back from yesterday?

And two, where the hell was Alice?