CherrysJubilee

Cherry’s Jubilee

V.J. Devereaux

Beneath Cherry’s straitlaced corporate persona beats the heart of an exhibitionist. She has always wanted to do something outrageous in public. Cherry has a fantasy—she’d like to be displayed before a group of gorgeous, sexy men, bound and spread naked for them to touch and taste. She’d
really
like it if those men were Connor O’Donnell and his two VPs, Jed and Erik.

When Connor throws a party to celebrate his contentious rise to CEO, Cherry gets the chance to make her wildest erotic fantasies come true with three of the hottest men she has ever seen. Her friend Patrick is competing for the prestigious position of head chef at O’Donnell International. Challenged to create a truly decadent, unforgettable dessert, he does—using Cherry’s artfully decorated body as his centerpiece.

Rumor holds that Connor shares everything with Jed and Erik. Everything. If things go as Cherry plans, they’ll all get exactly what they want.

Chapter One

“Mr. O’Donnell specifically asked for a truly decadent dessert. ‘Knock their socks off, Patrick,’ he said.” Patrick grinned wickedly. “So I’m going to knock their socks off. He wants decadent, we’ll give him decadent. With your help, Cherry, we’re going to give him a dessert that he’ll never forget.”

Connor O’Donnell was finally taking over as CEO of his family company, O’Donnell International. Although there were some members of the board of directors who might object, he had decided to celebrate with a select group of his peers and his two closest friends in a party that people would talk about for years, if not decades.

Letting out a breath, Cherry looked at what Patrick had done so far and had to admit that she was impressed and astonished.

Around the interior of the commercial refrigerator, in which he’d lowered the temperature more than was normal for his current purposes, were several statues of the front of the female torso done in various flavors of chocolate. Cherry had a little difficulty believing that those forms had been made from her, despite remembering vividly Patrick coaxing her into position—bent slightly backward over a hassock—before painting the flexible plastic foam on her to prepare the mold.

Patrick had one last piece to prepare, but as it was the pièce de résistance and a special circumstance, he had to leave it until last.

Shaking her head, she looked around at the pieces.

“They look incredible, Patrick,” Cherry said. “Just amazing. If you don’t get the job after this, the man is insane.”

Patrick grinned.

Insane or not, Connor O’Donnell was also incredibly hot, tall, dark and handsome with a strong Irish face. He was also, to Patrick’s regret and despite his long-term committed relationship to Alan, as straight as they came. It was a damn shame and a waste as far as he was concerned. The man was simply gorgeous with all that thick, dark, curling hair and those laser blue eyes.

And that body.

He was definitely a hunk to the nth degree.

Patrick might be gay but he knew what straight men wanted and if Connor O’Donnell wanted decadent, he intended to give it to him in spades.

What Patrick wanted was the job in the O’Donnell corporate headquarters as executive chef. Then he and Alan could move to a better apartment, maybe even a house. One with a decent kitchen.

This might just get that job for him. He was glad that Cherry had given him the inside scoop about it and was willing to help out.

“We’re not done yet, Cherry. Just wait. All right,” he said, “now, we’re going to have to tie you down in the proper position to keep you in place. No moving. Even one inch and it’ll all be ruined. Plus, we want the right effect, don’t we, Alan?” He winked at his partner, who just grinned.

Not for the first time, Cherry had second thoughts, mixed with a burst of anticipation. Was she really going through with this? Was she really going to do this? It had seemed like fun—sexy and a bit of a rush when Patrick had first suggested it.

Of course, now wasn’t exactly the time to back out. Especially since she would be the centerpiece of the thing—an exciting idea in itself. She couldn’t let Patrick down.

Connor O’Donnell wasn’t the only one who liked things a little decadent. Cherry had always had a hidden exhibitionist side—a contradiction in terms but there you go.

This would definitely be both decadent and exhibitionist.

Besides, just the thought got her a little hot. No, it was getting her a lot hot.

With a shrug and a grin, Cherry let the little robe she wore fall to the floor and took Alan’s offered hand.

Alan grinned impishly, his eyes twinkling as he helped Cherry up to the narrow platform raised above the main table. He had signed on to this little adventure enthusiastically, as soon as Patrick had mentioned it, loving the theatricality of it.

She settled into place, letting her head rest on the little pillow set there, and got as comfortable as she could. Letting out a breath that misted a little in the cold air, Cherry nodded, grinning as Alan brushed out her hair so that it spilled over the table a foot beneath her head.

He and Patrick got to work.

The two men set about binding her to the table with red velvet cords at her wrists and ankles, setting her arms and legs into the positions Patrick wanted. Cherry felt a little exposed and more than a little naughty but it wasn’t entirely uncomfortable. She’d been worried about that. Especially if she might have to spend hours that way, as seemed likely.

Alan set the little faux gold headband across her forehead and into her hair just so. The two of them blew away any stray hairs with hair dryers, Patrick spraying a light mist of hair spray over it to keep it in place, sprinkling it with silver glitter as it dried to make it sparkle and shine beneath the lights.

Once they had her tied in the proper position, Alan—a makeup artist on Broadway—set to work on her face. He rimmed her eyes with dark gray liner, turning them smoky and smoldering, almost Egyptian in appearance and dusted color across her high cheekbones.

Patrick painted every inch of her skin with a thick coating of honey, shaking sugar sparkles and raw sugar over it so that every inch of her body would gleam and glisten.

Though he was gay, Patrick wasn’t blind and he knew what straight men liked. Cherry had a body to die for, just perfect for this little exhibition—big full breasts, a waistline she worked hard to keep trim, a tight butt and killer legs. She also had a lovely face, a warm heart and a willingness to try almost anything at least once.

Like this.

What he couldn’t figure out was why some man hadn’t snatched her up.

With a little bit of luck though and a little help
, he thought, with a private grin,
this might just do it.
What Cherry didn’t know wouldn’t hurt her.

If nothing else, it would definitely get Connor O’Donnell’s attention.

Patrick nervously glanced at the clock but kept working patiently and steadily. He had carefully adjusted and arranged this chocolate torso mold for a specific purpose.

It had been designed to cradle Cherry’s beautiful breasts and push them up a little to mound whitely above the dark brown chocolate, with her nipples at the very edge. He gilded it with edible gold to emphasize the smooth muscles from which he had molded it. A carved strawberry rose was placed over each nipple. More honey was then applied to her breasts so that it pooled between them.

That one couldn’t be put into position until the last minute though, or it might all slide away.

Eyeing her position and what they had done with her, Patrick nodded in satisfaction as he and Alan quickly set out the rest of the display.

Cherry’s nipples were as hard as small pebbles when Patrick had finally put the strawberries in place. Once again she wondered if she was really going to do this. There was a remote chance that something unexpected might happen.

Patrick wasn’t the only one who thought Connor O’Donnell was hot. His friends were gorgeous too. The rumor was that they were inseparable, but just how inseparable were they?

Her heart fluttered.

It would be interesting. Some would say insane. She grinned at the thought. She loved a challenge. Patrick had given her very explicit instructions that she must be pristine everywhere, inside and out, before they even started. Nerves and excitement had kept her from eating all day.

Though Patrick and Alan were gay, it was still more than a little sensual and erotic to be prepared this way—having honey and chocolate poured over her naked body—by anyone. She felt charged.

It was a good thing that they had tied her down. As Patrick had started painting parts of her legs with a tracery of chocolate, it tickled. It had taken a monumental effort of will on her part not to wiggle as the warm chocolate had stroked over her cool skin.

The cold air kept her skin chilled while they worked. It was working very well. She was freezing, but not shivering too much…yet.

“Close those pretty blue eyes, sweetie,” Alan said and sprayed her face lightly with the sugar water, sprinkling raw sugar and sprinkles over it as it dried so that her skin looked glazed. He carefully painted her lips with cherry glaze so that they were candy coated and deep red. “Whatever you do, don’t lick your lips.”

There wasn’t a portion of her body that could be touched or licked without tasting sweet.

“As long as you keep those beautiful baby blues closed,” Patrick said, “no one will know you, Cherry.”

It wasn’t likely that anyone would recognize her anyway. You couldn’t get much farther away from her buttoned-down corporate persona than this. It was important that people take her seriously in the office, but every now and then a girl needed to break out.

This would do it.

A slight weight settled over her naked hips and Cherry carefully looked to see Patrick setting a foamy skirt of marzipan and spun sugar over them. The sticky honey would help keep it in place.

Cocking his head, Patrick nodded. “Perfect. Now, hold still, darlin’.”

Something slipped a little inside her pussy and she gasped as something thick, warm and wet squirted into her.

“Just a little fruit-flavored lube, sweetie,” Patrick said, grinning. “For effect. In case someone looks. Or wants a taste.”

Her breath caught at that thought. She gave him a look.

Unrepentant, Patrick just winked at her.

And she didn’t dare shake her head at him, fighting not to laugh. He was incorrigible. He apparently had higher hopes than she did.

He had one last piece of molded chocolate to put in place. The thinnest one yet.

It had taken more than a few tries to get the right consistency so they could get it out of the flexible mold without breaking it and then get it into place. The other torsos were from less-than-perfect earlier attempts that would be used to add to the atmosphere.

Patrick dusted more sugar sparkles over her from head to toe.

Time was getting short.

“Are you ready, Cherry, love?” Patrick asked.

As one of Cherry’s closest friends, Patrick knew that this was a fantasy of hers—to be put on display like this…and what came after, if she were lucky.

Last chance to change her mind. Excitement, anticipation and a little apprehension raced through her.

She took a breath and nodded.

Patrick turned. “Alan?”

Alan was ready. They went to set the stage, carrying the other chocolate torsos into the dessert room.