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Chapter Five
May 25, 2023
"I'm still mad at you, Kurt, for not going with a stripper or something sexy for your bachelor party." Mercedes said as she pretended to pout.
They were back in the waiting room of the lovely spa in downtown San Francisco, after having an amazing brunch with bottomless mimosas for their bestie's pre-wedding party. After that they planned to head to Kurt and Blaine's place for a pajama party filled with games, snacks, movies, and drinking. Blaine and his friends were gone to Vegas for the weekend.
"You know that's not my thing. Blaine's is the only man meat I want anywhere near my face." Kurt smirked.
They all shouted with laughter.
Mercedes only pretended to care about strippers. In reality, she wasn't ready to admit to her friends that the thought of seducing any other man besides one former porn star-turned-chef, was out of the question.
"Hello, ladies." The spa hostess greeted them. "I see you're here for a pre wedding party."
"That is correct," Kurt said with a bright smile.
"Fantastic! Congratulations on your upcoming wedding."
"Thank you!" His smile spread even further.
"So, we'll start you all off with massages separately. Then all together, you'll get facials with mud masks. After which, you'll take a steam in our sauna. All with complimentary champagne, of course. How does that all sound?"
"Perfect!" They all said in unison.
"So, what are your preferences for our massage therapists?"
They each went down the line. Then she got to Mercedes.
"A woman, please."
Three heads turned so hard to stare at her, she was surprised they didn't get whiplash. The spa hostess walked back to her desk, leaving them in private.
"What?" Mercedes frowned.
"A woman?" Santana who had come back for Kurt's wedding asked incredulously.
"Yeah, so?" Mercedes shrugged.
"So, you always choose a man. I figured since there would be no strippers, that you'd at least get a little something-something again from that guy that works here," Tina said.
"I'm not really in the mood today." Mercedes said as she examined her nails nonchalantly.
"Not in the mood?!" Her three friends said in unison.
"Sometimes I can be not in the mood."
"Since when?!" Tina almost shouted.
"Since, now, heifers! So, leave me alone." Mercedes said with enough playfulness for them to know she wasn't trying to hurt their feelings, but sternly enough for them to know to back off.
All three of them lifted their hands up in a silent, 'Alright, alright. Not touching that with a ten-foot pole.'
"Thank you very much." Mercedes rolled her eyes.
Their hostess came and took them to their respective rooms for their massages.
"Okay, besties, you know I can't keep anything from you all." Mercedes announced as they settled onto the white tiled benches of the sauna.
Santana had immediately dropped her towel and spread it across the tiles to sit on. She proudly sat naked, as if she hadn't a care in the world. Mercedes sat and opened hers with a little less flare, but still confident in her thick and curvy body. Tina let her towel fall to her waist. The towel still covered her most intimate parts, but let her breasts hang free. Kurt wasn't about to show his dick to his friends, stayed covered from the waist to thigh.
"I don't think any of us can," Tina grinned.
"Oh, this is gonna be good." Santana rubbed her hands together with glee.
"Oh, dear." Kurt took in a deep fortifying breath.
Mercedes loved the fact that she could tell her friends anything. There were a lot of women who wouldn't share this kind of information with their friends, thinking that their friends would try to use it to their advantage or judge them. But not her besties. They were her family and didn't play those games. They all trusted each other implicitly and could tell each other absolutely anything without fear of condemnation.
"Take a few sips of your champagne first. You're gonna need it." Mercedes held up her champagne flute.
"Okay, woman. Spill it." Tina said impatiently living vicariously through all of Mercedes's experiences and threatening to use it all in her next book.
"Alright, so earlier this week, I needed something to take the edge off my wounded ego and unsatisfied libido. So, I went to find some inspiration in the form of porn. I went in search of a male porn star that looked like our chef extraordinaire. I had no idea how spot on my search would be." Mercedes smirked.
Her friends leaned forward. They waited with bated breath for the bomb they knew she would drop. She knew her little secret would shock the hell out of them. She opened her phone, tapped play, and turned the screen towards them. The sounds of lovemaking filled the room.
Champagne shot out from Kurt's mouth in fine spray of shock. Santana jumped up and ripped Mercedes's phone from her hand with a "No freaking way!" And Tina choked on the last sip she'd taken. Kurt wiped his mouth and he patted Tina's back as they all leaned in closer to Santana as she watched the video on the phone intently. Their lack of clothing was forgotten.
"I guess I should've told you to swallow first." Mercedes grinned.
"I am not into dick but that man tempts even me. I am kind of sad I missed those lessons, and those lady lips can't be real." Santana said as she watch the man eat the lady out, so well, that she was going to use some of his technique on Dani the first chance she got.
"Oh, I assure you…They are." Mercedes nodded.
"No wonder the class was filled with women!" Tina smacked her leg as the epiphany hit her.
"That's exactly what I said when I realized who he was!" Mercedes agreed.
"And why they were totally inappropriate throughout the whole class." Tina tapped her finger against her chin.
"But it doesn't explain why he was so standoffish with me. I felt his attraction for me. So why hold back? He is, or was, a porn star for heaven's sake!"
"Maybe he already has a woman he is committed to?" Kurt suggested. "Which is why he's now a chef? I mean, I assume he's not doing porn anymore."
"Maybe…"
"Google him." Tina suggested. "Half of what I do all day is research stuff for my books. I'm sure if you run a Google search on 'Sam Evans's girlfriend,' something will come up if he's attached."
Mercedes snatched her phone out of Santana's hand. Her thumbs flew across the keys and hit search. She scrolled through the articles and images. There was absolutely nothing.
"There's nothing." Mercedes looked up at her friends.
"Nothing at all?" Kurt asked.
"Not even anything on past girlfriends or wives? Because at the youngest he's got to be at least in his mid-thirties. And at the oldest, forty-five." Tina reasoned.
"Nope. Nada. Zilch." Mercedes shook her head. "They even have pictures of him attending events on the red carpet and he has no one on his arm in any of them."
"That seems highly unusual for a man as attractive and successful as he is." Kurt frowned.
"Exactly."
"Maybe he's gay."
"No way!" Mercedes burst out. "For one, I have no doubt that he is attracted to me. I can sense that shit from a mile away. I have dedicated myself to studying men and knowing exactly what I am getting into before I even approach a dude since my divorce. I have never been wrong before. I'm like the new Cock Whisperer."
"This is true, Unlike when we were in school, and you listening to me thought that Kurt was into you. I used to fall for gay men all the time, and I made you doubt your instinct." Tina conceded.
"She almost bust the windows out of my Navigator when she found out I was interested in Finn and not her. Thank God, I came out of the closet before she thought we were dating. If I was straight, I would have been all up on you boo, but I am strictly dickly." Kurt said with a smile.
"You are so right boo. That was the past and thank God I saw the light before I had to pay for repairs. My parents would have killed me. Anyways let's get back to Sam. Mo offense to you Kurt, but I highly doubt a man could eat women out like that if he's gay. Nope. Sorry. Ain't no way a man enjoys oral like that unless he is straight." Mercedes shook her head as she pulled back up the video, took it to the scene in question and turned the phone back around for her friends to see.
"Yeah, no."
"Nope."
"He's definitely not gay."
They all said in unison as they watched almost hypnotized, like Mercedes had a few nights before.
"He could be bisexual, though." Santana shrugged.
"That's true." Mercedes thought for a moment. "But that still doesn't answer the question of why he's avoiding having sex with me, when he's obviously attracted to me."
"Hell, I'm thinking about texting Dani myself! Tell their ass to come home and clap these cheeks." Santana said as she swallowed hard at Sam lapping up the actress' slit. When the woman finished orgasming they all look on in wonder.
"You wanna go home to get some, don't you?" Tina teased.
"Hell yeah." Santana agreed.
"Alright I think we have seen enough. I am about to call Blaine and ask him to come back from his time in Vegas if we continue watching this," Kurt said as he fanned himself while watching Sam big dick come out and enter into the woman on the video.
"Ugh! It's been so long." Tina let her head fall back in exasperation. "Why me, God?! Why can't I find a man to quench this need?"
Kurt patted Tina's knee. "My poor, overly dramatic friend."
"YOU?! You need your thirst quenched? How about getting subtly eye-sexed by the same man who can do all that," Mercedes holds up the phone, "and then he turns down your advances."
"Yeah, that's a special kind of torture." Tina conceded.
"If there was still a thing as the 'little black book' isn't yours full of men waiting to please you as soon as you send out the Need Dick Signal?" Santana asked.
"Need Dick Signal?" Mercedes scoffed.
"You know, like the Bat Signal. The Need Dick Signal is the call you put out when you need the D. A little cock and balls shining in the night sky." Santana explained logically.
Kurt and Tina snorted in their effort to keep from laughing.
"I think my signal is broken," Mercedes frowned. "Or it is only shining for one dick. And he did not heed the signal."
"You, Mercedes Jones, only want one D?!" Tina placed a hand on her chest as if she was startled.
"Girl! There was a fine ass man in the Home Depot yesterday. He was eying me up like I was not a snack but a full meal. And I wasn't even interested." Mercedes admitted.
They all stared at her in stunned silence.
"But don't get it twisted. It's just that Sam has presented me with a challenge, and I tried to win it, but I failed. I'm sure if I had, I would've gotten bored and moved on like usual." Mercedes dismissed their shock. "We obviously need more champagne."
Mercedes wrapped the towel around herself and left the room in search of the spa staff. Her friends looked at each other knowingly.
Tina leaned in to whisper to Santana and Kurt. "Let the record show, Mercedes does not and never has deprived herself of dick because of future dick she may not even get."
"All signs point to her being smitten, if you ask me." Kurt nodded her agreement.
"Does that mean it's time for a little BFF intervention?" Santana asked.
"It's possible. Let's keep an eye out for prime matchmaking opportunities." Tina suggested.
"Done." Kurt said. "He will be at my wedding."
"Oh, yeah! Perfect." Tina excitedly clapped her hands rapidly in front of her.
"I'm all over this. I honestly think Mercedes has finally met her match." Santana grinned.
They all high-fived each other just as Mercedes walked back in.
"What are you guys up to?" Mercedes asked suspiciously.
"Nothing."
They all said in unison.
"It is obvious that you all are up to no good." Mercedes squinted at them. "Don't even get your little brains working on some crazy ass scheme. I love you all, but I will kill you if I have to."
"Aww… Don't be upset, Mercedes!" Tina grinned at her as she scooted closer to her.
Santana and Kurt did the same, surrounding Mercedes.
"You know you love us," Santana said.
"And can't live without us," Tina stated.
"Besides, who would you have to impart all of your sexy knowledge on?" Kurt asked.
They all gave her an awkward partially naked group hug.
"You're all a bunch of weirdos." Mercedes pouted. "And I still love you. But please, don't try to do some clumsy ass intervention. I got this."
They squeezed her a little tighter and then released her.
"Fine." They all said in unison.
She didn't believe them.
As the wedding march began to play, the doors swung open. Mercedes gripped her counterpart's arm and they walked into the massive and elegant reception hall to claps from the wedding guests. They marched over to the long table where the wedding party would be seated for the night.
The groomsman she was paired with had been on purpose. David was single, rich, gorgeous, and flirty. Any other time, he would've already been screwed after the rehearsal dinner. But again, last night and tonight, Mercedes just couldn't find it in her to be interested. Even though he'd been flirting with her shamelessly at the rehearsal dinner. She kind of felt bad. It was obvious he'd been told he'd have a good time with her.
The rest of her friends and their groomsmen counterparts walked in on the music only Kurt could've chosen, considering his love of Broadway. To continue the theme, Kurt had chosen that her friends would wear champagne-colored dresses. Since they all were shaped differently, he had wanted them to get whatever dress silhouette that complemented their body type. Just so long as it was champagne. Of course, Mercedes had chosen a slinky, form fitting shimmery dress. It had a slit up one side to reveal one lush leg and swept the floor when she walked.
Santana's was a gorgeous two-piece dress with a peek of tummy in the middle. Her tanned skin glowed against the pale gold. Or maybe it was her groom person partner that made her glow, since they was her partner and gazed down at her as if she'd hung the moon.
Of course, Tina's dress had a romantic vibe to it. Very vintage, old Hollywood. Her pale, cheeks were rosy and her full shimmery lips spread wide as she smiled brightly. Mainly because her groomsman, Jeff, was also single and very flirty.
And finally, Blaine's little sister, Sunshine, in a very Jane Austen-esque champagne dress was led to the table by Blaine's best friend Sebastian. The men were all in matching tuxes. Kurt's tuxedo was the only one in gold; the other men and Dani were dressed in black.
Once they were all seated, The lights dimmed and the doors flung open again. A bright spotlight appeared and followed Blaine and Kurt as they sang "I'll Cover You" from the musical Rent.
As the lights slowly came back up, the music changed to more contemporary love songs that they continued to serenade each other with in a medley that made everyone smile.
"Cutest musical nerds ever." Mercedes said to the table at large when the couple took their seats with their wedding party.
They all laughed and clapped happily. Kurt stuck his tongue out to Mercedes and then smiled so hard it looked as if he'd burst into a thousand pieces.
That smile hit Mercedes right in the feels. One of her best friends was the happiest he'd ever been. Especially after so many years of letting go trauma of coming out of the closet after losing his mom and years later almost losing his father from a heart attack. Mercedes was the first person Kurt had come out to. Mercedes's eyes welled with tears of happiness for her friend. Her family by choice.
Mercedes used her napkin to dab at her eyes. Tina's eyes widened as she dabbed at her own.
"You're crying?!"
"Yes. Is that a problem?" Mercedes said, slightly indignant.
"Nope. Not at all. It just took me off guard."
"I'm happy for our friend. I am allowed to have sappy emotions, too." Mercedes fake sneered at Tina.
"Honestly, I thought sappy emotions were only reserved for me in this group." Tina said with a chuckle.
"She's got a point." Santana interjected. "Tina's weepy. You're tough. I'm dramatic. And Kurt's… Kurt is… Well, Kurt is Kurt."
They all giggled.
Although it was funny, Santana's words stuck with Mercedes.
Am I really that tough? Do I really show no softness at all? Did I lose all semblance of softness after Shane or have I always been hard? I know I built a wall around my heart in regards to men. But have I with my friends too?
Mercedes was pulled out of her reverie as the catering staff came out with their plates. Their presence brought back thoughts of Sam. Her eyes looked up and scanned the large reception hall. She didn't see him anywhere. She hoped to see him at some point. Even if she had to track him down.
Why am I so thirsty?!
His rejection really had her spinning.
Sam told himself he was only checking to make sure everyone was enjoying their dinners as he stood in a side doorway to the reception hall. In reality, he knew he was lying to himself. Especially the way his eyes continually swept back to the wedding party table. To one person in particular. Mercedes.
She was stunning. Her hair had been straightened and then styled into waves that were pulled around to lay on one shoulder and pinned back to stay there. Her makeup, like the other women, was simple and fresh. Shimmery and soft.
As each woman stood to say their part of a collaborative speech, he took in her body when she stood. Her hourglass-shaped lush body looked as if gold had been poured over her dark skin.
Yes. She's beautiful. I've been with beautiful women before, so what makes her so special? What draws me to her?
Just then, as they ended their speech and held up their champagne glasses, Mercedes's eyes found his. He felt a swift punch to the gut. Suddenly, he felt winded as his heart pounded.
Oh…right. That's why.
Sam quickly turned on the heel of his black dress sneakers. He made a beeline for the kitchen and far away from the object of his desire.
"If you want more, stay away from her." He said under his breath.
"What was that, sir?" One of his staff members asked.
"Nothing." Sam waved them away. "Let's work on getting the cake ready to be brought out. The dances are coming up soon. After that, they'll be ready to cut the cake."
"Yes, sir." She said and headed for the large walk-in refrigerated room.
He'd already sent half the staff home for the night once dinner was nearly completed and they were no longer needed. Once the kitchen was cleaned, he'd send a few more home. He'd leave enough staff to help serve the cupcakes to the guests, and clean up any last messes from dessert.
Two of his staff wheeled out the four-tiered cake. The top was an actual three tiers below held cupcakes. The white side had white cupcake holders. The cupcakes were alternating vanilla cake and chocolate cake, but they all had white frosting with edible gold confetti on each. The dark side also alternated cake flavors with black frosting on top with the gold confetti and black cupcake holders. A smart move to accommodate what guests would prefer.
"Mr. Evans?" He glanced up and saw Kurt's father in the doorway. "They're ready for the cake."
Sam figured Kurt got his looks from his mother because he looked nothing like the elder Mr. Hummel. He nodded to him. With the help of his staff, they opened the double doors, and he and another carefully wheeled it out. Several guests oohed and aahed at the sight of the cake.
Once it was in place. Blaine and Kurt came over to cut it. They were all smiles as they held the cake cutting knife together and sliced through it. Not like Sam was paying that much attention. Not with Mercedes standing nearby to watch the cake cutting.
She looked at him and raised a curious brow. Sam swallowed and looked away.
She makes him feel like a nervous kid. Him, a successful former porn star who transitioned into Only Fans only long enough to make his own money because he refused to have sex with younger and younger co-stars who he thought were barely legal when he was nearing thirty. He was glad to leave the family business that he was to inherit from his father, the so called Porn King, that he no longer wanted a part of because of the young actresses and his father taking advantage of him and his dyslexia. He had signed contracts that made fifty percent of his salary go back into the business. Sam had barely enough money to live on. If it wasn't for Only Fans, he would have never been able to become a chef at thirty-eight, and have the life he had now. And he made a success of his life on his own terms. Not using his body for money but his passion. So, how one confident woman can turn him into an awkward and shy grown man is beyond his thought process.
Once Kurt and Blaine very sweetly fed each other cake without any cake smashing incidents, Sam beat a hasty retreat back to the kitchen and far away from Mercedes. He was about to call it a night and head home. The last of his staff knew what to do to finish up. They didn't need him anymore. He started walking towards the door of the kitchen that exited into the hallway of the reception hall.
"Headed home already?" A sultry voice said from behind him.
His back stiffened. So, did something in his pants.
Sam already knew who it was before he turned. Once he did, his breath caught. Mercedes, leaned against a pillar in the kitchen with a small smile on her lips. She pushed off and started walking towards him. His instinct was to back away from her. But instead, he raised his chin and stood his ground. He'd always been considered an alpha male by those around him. But it was a vulnerable time in his life. CeCe made him reevaluate everything in his life. So, coming up against this obvious alpha female, made him feel like he was on unsteady ground.
Once Mercedes reached him, she reached out a hand. Her fingers played with the buttons on his black dress shirt in the middle of his chest.
"So, tell me, Sam." She began. "Why whenever we're near each other, I always find you eye-dicking me down. Yet you never make a move. In fact, you almost run. What's the deal with that?"
She looked up at him from under long curling lashes. Her pretty brown eyes beckoned him. This woman was pure temptation.
"I'm just very busy." Sam looked away and pretended to organize the cleaned flatware.
"That's perfect. So am I." Mercedes stepped closer.
This time Sam stepped back.
Damnit!
It was too late. He'd fallen right into her trap. This time he did back up as she stalked him. His back came up against a wall. There was nowhere to go. Mercedes smiled slightly. Then she looked down. Sam followed the path of her eyes. He inwardly groaned. It was obvious to anyone who had eyes that he was incredibly aroused. She looked back up at him and her smile widened.
"Like I thought."
As she ogled his dick print leaving his eyes to go back to his erection. He hissed through his teeth. Then a growl began deep in his chest. Mercedes's eyes shot up to his and her eyes widened in shock.
"Damn it all to hell!" Sam said huskily.
His hand slid behind Mercedes's neck. He gripped it, forcing her head back. He spun her around until her back was to the wall. Then he captured her full lips. Her hands immediately slid into his hair.
Sam devoured her mouth. His long tongue, that he'd been complimented on a hundred times for its talent, drove into her mouth and dominated hers. He could tell she was used to being the aggressor when kissing. But she was no match for his skill. And her gasp was proof.
Mercedes's whole body trembled. As he kissed her, his hand moved down to her luscious breasts. He gripped one and stroked his thumb around the hardened nipple protruding through the golden fabric. She gasped in his mouth. He moved from her breast down her stomach and found the high slit on the dress. The skin of her thigh was ridiculously soft and smooth. Mercedes widened her stance to give him better access. Against his better judgment, Sam let his fingers slip under the fabric. His fingertips teased the crease of her thigh and nether lips. They played with the edge of her panties. His fingers finally slipped underneath. His eyes rolled to the back of his head at the feel of how entirely soaking wet she was. His fingers were instantly coated.
Mercedes's hand found his straining erection once more. She caressed him with urgency. Sam released her mouth on a gasp.
"Let's do this right here and now. Get it out of our system. And then we can go our separate ways." Mercedes whispered against his lips.
Little did she know, she just said the magic words to make him shut down completely.
Sam pulled away. A little cry of frustration escaped her lips before she could catch it. He turned away from her. She looked too thoroughly sexed to look at her. He'd lose his resolve and take her on the steel table if he looked at her again.
"I can't." Sam said.
Without a backward glance, he strode quickly from the kitchen.
"You've got to be kidding me!" Mercedes gritted out as she watched the kitchen doors swing.
The other set of doors that connected the reception hall opened. Two of his staff walked in.
"Is there anything we can get for you, ma'am?" One asked.
"Uh…no."
Mercedes straightened and pushed off the wall. She hobbled out of the kitchen and to the bathroom to clean up.
She'd never been more aroused in her entire life. And that was saying something for her.
She did her best to wipe away her slick arousal in the stall of the bathroom. She hissed as the toilet paper slid over her swollen clit. She was grateful she'd brought a toy with her in her hotel room upstairs. She'd hoped that she wouldn't have to use it.
"Never again." She muttered under her breath. "Screw him. I don't beg and that SOB practically had me on my knees. Absolutely not!"
"Mercedes? Is that you?" Santana said on the other side of the stall.
"Yes," she grumbled.
"What happened?" Tina asked.
"What the hell? Is everybody in here?"
"No, just us." Kurt responded.
"Then that's everybody." Mercedes rolled her eyes before flushing the toilet and stepping out the stall.
"What's up? You sound pissed." Tina said.
"That SOB got me so wet and horny my eyes were crossed. Then after giving me the best kiss of my life, he suddenly says he can't and then leaves. LEAVES! Leaves me hanging more turned on than I've ever been in my entire life."
"That's saying a lot for you," Santana said.
"That's exactly what I was thinking!" Mercedes said.
"So, what are you gonna do?" Tina asked.
"Nothing. I think I'm gonna go up to my room, rub one out, and then come back. I'll be no good to anyone in this tense, grumpy mood I'm in. And then when I get back, we're getting turnt up. I need several drinks." Mercedes informed them.
"Oh boy." Kurt said nervously.
"Don't you worry bout a thing." Tina patted Kurt's arm. "You enjoy the rest of your celebration. We'll make sure she doesn't get arrested."
"Yes, don't worry, my sweet Kurt." Mercedes reached out to stroke her friend's arm. "I just want to drink, dance, and forget. The minute I'm too lit, I'm sure these two will escort me to my room."
"Yeah, we got her." Santana agreed.
"Maybe I will screw my groomsman." Mercedes rubbed her chin. "Nah, let me just go to my room and handle the business. I'll be back in a few, ladies."
With that, she washed her hands and left them looking at each other knowingly.
"She'd never turn down an available dick if she was that horny," Santana said.
"Right?!" Tina said.
"I think Mr. Evans may have gotten under our friend's skin." Kurt said knowingly.
"Word." Santana nodded.
"Yep." Tina agreed. "And I have no idea how it's all going to turn out. But I know I have my notebook app ready to jot it all down. Because Mercedes being sprung is book worthy stuff."