Front Man 3 : Full Frontal (Part #3 of the Front Man series) Read Free

pleasure so
intense she cried aloud. Erica smiled, moving the toy closer to
Sara’s desperate clitoris. As the vibrations hit her most
sensitive spot, she was overcome by a wave of sensation. Then Erica
slid the toy gently between the slick lips of her pussy, stretching
her open until she was full to the hilt. Just when Sara thought she
couldn’t take any more, she felt something shift inside her as
Erica activated the rotating shaft. Erica kissed her friend deeply as
the toy worked its magic, gently pumping the shaft of the vibrator in
and out of Sara’s dripping pussy while her tongue toyed with
her friend’s nipples. “Oh god, Oh, Oh!” Sara cried
as a monumental orgasm ripped through her, making her whole body
convulse. She shook from head to toe as the pleasure rushed through
her, holding on to Erica as she rode the waves. Finally, they
subsided, leaving her relaxed. The two friends lay entwined for a
moment, sweaty and tingling, waiting for their breathing to return to
normal.
    "Well, shit."
Erica said, and laughed breathily. Something about the absurdity of
the moment made Sara join in, and they both collapsed into giggles.
    "So, we're
still friends, right?" Sara ventured, once she was able to
speak. 
    "Unless you're
going to get all weird about it, then yeah, of course we are dummy!"
Erica retorted. 
    "Good. That
was what I hoped you would say." 
    Erica stood up,
stretched, and headed for the bathroom. Sara slipped back into her
pyjamas and padded down the hallway to her own bedroom. She was
wiping off her smudged makeup when Erica appeared in the doorway, now
wrapped in her fluffy pink bathrobe.
    "You're going
to go looking for her, aren't you?" She said bluntly.
    "Who?"
    "That girl.
Jack's sister."
    "Laura. I...I
don't know. Maybe."
    "Sara..."
    "Well, why
not? I know it's not going to make Jack fall madly in love with me or
anything stupid like that. But I know he's desperate to see her
again. And if I can help, well, why wouldn't I?"
    "She's kept
away for all these years. I mean, Jack Carter's not exactly a hard
guy to pin down, just follow the paparazzi. Seems to me she doesn't
want to be found. Maybe there's more to the story than you know. I
mean, she must have seen all this stuff in the press. If she wanted
to get in touch, she would have."
    "Not everyone
reads the papers, Erica. If I can just talk to her, I'll know for
sure. If she says she doesn't want to see Jack, then fine, that's the
end of it." 
    "So you are
going?"
    "I thought I'd
swing by tomorrow night. Just check it out. What harm can it do?"
    "You want me
to come with you? I still think you're crazy, but if you need my
help..."
    "I'll be fine,
Erica. Anyway, you've got that thing with Matt, right?"
    "Yeah. Dinner
with his aunt sounds way less fun than playing detective at a strip
joint, though."
    They both laughed.
Erica pulled Sara into a tight hug, then said goodnight, leaving Sara
alone with her thoughts. What had happened between her and Erica
ought to bother her more, she thought...but somehow it didn't feel
that weird at all. They had always been close. Being intimate had
felt like an extension of that. Sara was more preoccupied with the
thought of finding Laura. She wondered about what Erica had
said...Jack felt immense guilt about what happened to his sister, but
even so, would she really have stayed away for all this time? Could
she possibly have missed everything the media had been saying over
the last few weeks? Sara contemplated just sending Jack the details
of the club, but she would feel stupid if Erica turned out to be
mistaken on the girl's identity. She had to see for herself. 
    The next day was
miserable, grey and rainy. Cooped up alone in the apartment, Sara
paced the floor, itching to get going. The club didn't open until 6pm
though, and while she wanted to get there early before it got too
busy, Sara thought waiting at the door might look a bit weird. 
    Her thoughts, as
ever, turned to Jack. She pictured him by the