Romance: Seducing The Quarterback (20 page)

The Franklin was the hottest place in town. It was a bar in
a restored hotel and everyone packed themselves in there because it was the
place to be. Jennifer and Caitlin sat at the bar. They used their wiles to get
the guy next to them to give up his seat to Jonathan could sit when he arrived.
If he showed. Jennifer was pretty sure he would. She was keeping it as a
surprise for Caitlin.

They were dressed fairly similarly. As identical twins
sometimes when they went out they liked to dress in the same outfit. But at
this outing, they both wore slip style cocktail dresses. They both liked their
bodies as well they should. They were fitness buffs. So they both adored
showing off whenever they could. Their dresses were tailored with hems that
fell mid-thigh.

They did wear their hair identically. They had long hair,
lightened with ‘sun’ highlights that cascaded down their backs in rolled waves.
Jennifer drank gin and tonics and Caitlin liked her bourbon. Other than that,
they were very difficult to tell apart.

Jennifer spied Jonathan Palmer as he walked through the bar.
Caitlin was lost in people watching via the bar mirror reflection. Jennifer
teased it was so she could watch herself as well. Caitlin gently elbowed her in
response.

“Look who’s talking?” Caitlin said. “You’re more in love
with yourself than I am.”

It was true. Jennifer thanked her lucky stars every time she
got ready to go somewhere.

Jonathan Palmer was a wonderfully tall man, thought
Jennifer. He moseyed up behind them twins. The warmth from his body felt
delicious on Jennifer’s back.

“Do you feel something hot?” Jennifer said mischievously to
Caitlin.

“I do,” she said. “I didn’t realize we were going to have
candy with our drinks.”

Palmer’s head fell back, doped from the flattery of
Caitlin’s remark. He had a goofy grin on his face that didn’t look like it was
going to come off anytime soon. Jennifer already knew where the night was going
if that’s what she and her sister wanted. It was obvious, that was what Palmer
wanted.

“How are things at Palmer Ideas?” Caitlin asked with slight
sarcasm.

“They are good, Ms. Burrows,” he answered. “And if you had
been, you would know that.”

“Oh!” said Jennifer. “You have been told.”

“I wasn’t the bad one, she was,” replied Caitlin dryly. “And
you would be the first person to complain about our aforementioned badness.”

“Did I complain?” he asked. “Someone spank me.”

“That can be arranged,” said Jennifer wickedly.

Caitlin gave her scolding look. Jennifer sighed. She wanted
to have fun and it looked like they were going to have to address business
first.

“Hey,” Jennifer said. “All kidding aside, we do need jobs. We
quit our paying jobs because we were promised internships at a marketing firm
and the guy flaked.”

“I need to know,” he said and then swallowed his ice. “Do
you guys always come as a set? Do you ever break up the band?”

“Sure,” said Jennifer very seriously. “But not often. There
weren’t any positions for either of us in this case.”

“Well you are in luck. We have had somewhat of a turnover
ourselves. We no longer have the HR manager you accused of being jealous of
your nubile body,” he said.

Palmer had a good twenty years on Jennifer and her sister
but that didn’t faze either woman a bit. Jennifer had a sixth sense about when
her sister was in with the hunt, as they would say. The more the idea played in
her mind, the hungrier Jennifer was for Palmer.

She leaned casually passed Palmer and caught her sister’s
eye. Caitlin nodded at her. It was on. Of course they needed the job and they
could do good work for Palmer Ideas. But they also wanted what they wanted. They
just had to get Palmer to agree that it would not interfere with their business
relationship.

“So what do you think about it if Jennifer and I got our old
jobs back at your place?” Caitlin asked. “I can wear a shirt buttoned up to
here.”

“So can I,” agreed Jennifer. “We can even make them match.”

“Right,” said Caitlin. “That way it will be easier to keep
an eye on us.”

“It’s pretty easy to keep an eye on you right now,” said
Palmer.

His voice was low and seductive. He was gently grazing their
bodies with his as he moved about in their conversation. He was getting more
and more into them, Jennifer knew.

Palmer’s hand casually rested on the small of Jennifer’s
back. She had a generous behind, the curve of which rose in a perfect “C” at
just beneath his hand. His touch was warm and powerful. It was gentle but she
could sense the strength.

She had a thing for tall, broad shouldered me. He was
handsome even if technically he was old enough father to both her sister and
her. He smelled nice too. When she caught a whiff of it, she remembered it. It
was expensive and subtle and very masculine.

As his hand lingered just above her buttocks, he paid
attention to Caitlin. Sometimes Jennifer pretended that when men or women
interacted with her sister that she was watching herself in a mirror. That game
was more effective when she was just the slightest bit inebriated. She was
driving that night so she had her one and only drink which she sipped in very
disciplined manner.

Palmer tugged the neckline of Caitlin’s dress. From where
she sat, Jennifer could see a part of her nipple. Inadvertently, Jennifer felt
her own breast. Just a little bit. As Palmer toyed, so did Jennifer. She was
watching the nearest thing to herself while experiencing it at the same time.

The look on Palmer’s face was intense. He was entranced. Mesmerized
with Jennifer’s sister. Caitlin had something of the same expression. They were
hot for each other. Jennifer thought she might just help it along. She cupped
his buttocks lightly. He looked up at her, looking in the bar mirror.

“Are you ladies hungry?” he asked.

“I could go for something to eat,” said Caitlin.

Jennifer felt her voice go sultry when she suggested, “Why
don’t we order room service?”

Caitlin and Palmer lifted their heads like they heard the
ice cream truck.

“That’s a great idea,” said Palmer wickedly.

He disappeared from the bar in the direction of the hotel
front desk. He returned with a couple of pass keys.

“Ladies,” he said offering each an arm.

Caitlin, Palmer and Jennifer strolled through the bar to the
elevator. Jennifer shivered as they stepped into the car. He had gotten them a
suite. When the elevator doors closed, Palmer turned to her, touched her face
with her fingers and kissed her.

At first it was a tender kiss. Tentative, explorative. He
brushed her lips with his. They were so so soft and warm, she thought. He
turned to Caitlin and did the same. Until the elevator stopped and let them
out.

Jennifer knew that once they got into the suite, Palmer
would want to launch into sex. She and her sister originally called him for a
job. They still needed a job. She was going to control the situation until she
and Caitlyn got what they wanted.

The suite was definitely nice. As soon as they were in,
Palmer called room service and ordered a bottle of champagne. He looked at both
of the women and amended his order, “Make that two bottles,” he said.

“Food?” Jennifer whispered.

Caitlyn looked at the menu. “They’ve got sushi. Let’s get
twelve pieces of the avocado roll and what do you want, Jonathan?”

“I’m looking at them,” he said.

“To eat,” said Caitlyn.

“Same answer,” he said.

He ordered the food and the alcohol. Two bottles of
champagne meant they would be there the entire night. Jennifer and Caitlyn
anyway.

“Can we talk about business for a little bit?” Jennifer
asked.

“Sure,” Palmer said not taking her too serious.

He reached out and tweezed her nipple. He found it through
her dress. She let him unzip the back of her dress just so far and then she
took hold of his wrist and put it back with him.

“Caitlyn and I need jobs. I sent you our portfolios. I want
something in writing that we have positions.” said Jennifer.

She left out the part about or she and her sister were not
going to sleep with him but she was sure he got the idea.

“And if I do put it in writing?” asked Palmer. “All night
long?”

“Yes,” said Jennifer. “But I can only speak for me.”

“I am game,” said Caitlyn. She was lounging on the sofa
lazily. Wantonly. She had one ankle draped over the arm of the furniture and
one foot on the floor, spreading her legs.

“You two, graphic artists and copywriters?” he asked.

Palmer opened a bureau drawer and pulled out hotel
stationary. He drafted the terms of their work arrangement, describing their
duties and their rate of pay. Jennifer and Caitlin reviewed it. Caitlin raised
a brow.

“Hmm, is this the going rate for copywriters/graphic artists
who make deals in hotel rooms with the managing partner/owner of the company?”
she asked.

Palmer sharply revoked the paper from their eyesight.

“You wanna lord this moment over me?” he asked in a tone
that counseled them both to think it over.

Jennifer thought the man was positively hot when he was
bossy. She always thought he was attractive. Whether he was older or not, the
man was classically good looking. Tall, blond hair, blue-eyed boyish face. He
maybe had one too many sun tan or cocktail. Or maybe blonds had vulnerable skin.
He had laugh lines around his eye and the corners of his mouth. Otherwise,
Jonathan Palmer was so smooth.

He had such the coolness about him. In his touch and
demeanor and the way he didn’t really flinch at the situation. Jennifer knew
that Caitlin and she had leverage in this deal making but Jonathan Palmer,
their once and hopefully future boss, had the upper hand.

“Okay, no more remarks like that,” said Caitlin. “This is
plenty. Especially when it’s way more than we are making now which is nothing.”

“I’ll take care of you,” said Jonathan.

“I love you honey,” Jennifer mocked.

They passed the makeshift contract around, each of them
signing and dating it. Perfect timing, room service knocked on the door. Having
food and drink would put even more distance between negotiating the business of
business and negotiating the business of pleasure.

Jennifer spied on Palmer as he coolly interacted with the
waiter who wheeled in their food. He suavely decanted the champagne and served
each of them out a taste. He raised a toast.

“To a mutually beneficial relationship,” he said as he made
a toast.

 “Be clear that you wouldn’t be getting your jobs back if
your portfolio wasn’t worth a damn. I don't care how fine your asses are.” he
said.

The twins smiled. It was a simultaneous, identical reaction.
They both liked hearing how good they were at what they did as much as they
liked the reaction their looks created.

Caitlin picked up a piece of sushi, swirled it around in the
dipping sauce and fed it to Palmer.

“When is the last time someone did that for you?” she
purred.

He reached his big strong arm around her and cupped the
curve of her ultra-firm buttocks. Yep, thought Jennifer. She was definitely a
voyeur. Seeing her sister interacting with her boss was like watching herself. She
sidled up next to her sister and Palmer and joined in.

Jennifer had already surpassed her drink limit. Even though
she decided she would spend the night in the suite, she didn't go past the one
gin and one glass of champagne. She put the second bottle of champagne in the
mini fridge. It might make a lovely souvenir to enjoy another time if Caitlin
and Palmer didn’t drink it.

She picked up a piece of sushi and fed Caitlin who made an
exaggerated expression of pleasure. Caitlin oohed and awed, and lowered her
eyelids lazily like she was orgasmic. Palmer stroked Caitlin’s long hair down
her backside like she was a kitten.

While her boss and her sister flirted, she got up and moved
about the room. As she did she slowly removed her dress. It zipped up the side
of her tight, fit body. She lowered the zipper and gently, with no rush at all,
slipped the spaghetti straps from her shoulders.

The dress fell stiffly to the floor. Jennifer stepped out of
it with an almost bike-peddling motion. She was in her heels and her exquisite
satin and lace push up and matching thong.

She caught her reflection in the mirror. Jennifer liked
looking at her own amazing body as much as she liked showing it off. She
stalked around the corner of the bed, while her sister continued to feed
Palmer.

Jennifer went to the closet of the suit and discovered plush
bathrobes with ties at the waist. She removed the ties.

“Interesting,” she remarked. “Look what I found.”

The suggestion of bondage revved up the atmosphere in the
room. She had both Palmer’s and her sister’s attention.

“Let me know when you’re ready boys and girls,” she said
with the tone of a dominatrix. “And we shall begin.”

Palmer filled Caitlin’s glass and his glass. Jennifer waived
off a refill. He leaned back on the bed almost in the perfect position to have
his hands bound to the headboard. Caitlin took a cue to remove his shoes and
socks. She went to work on his belt while he lazily watched. His eyes met
Jennifer’s. He was going allow himself be the submissive but his eyes were
anything but. He definitely had the look of a predator glittering there.
Jennifer shivered with anticipation.

She carefully approached the foot of the bed. It crossed her
mind that hotel room designers probably had this sort of moment in mind when
they chose furniture. She smiled. She lifted Palmer’s heavy foot and placed it
over to one corner of the bed.

“Oh no,” he said as though he caught her in a trap.
“Whatever are you going to do now? You only have two sashes. I have four limbs.”

“I’ll just cut them,” she said.

Room service had included a knife on the tray even though
sushi and champagne didn’t require it. She picked up the serrated blade and
looped the fabric around it.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” he said in a predator’s
tone. “That will be very expensive and you haven’t drawn your first paycheck
yet.”

Even though Jennifer had assumed charge, she was very aware
that he had the tone of a master. She was vigilant. And excited. Something was
going to happen. Something she couldn’t figure out and it aroused her like
crazy.

Caitlin looked on. Now she was the voyeur watching the
interplay between Palmer and Jennifer. Jennifer could see that her own
vulnerability transferred to Caitlin who looked up to her for guidance. Jennifer
was the older, more dominant twin. She was definitely the big sister and
Caitlin the little sister.

Both sisters were tuned to the fact that the tables were
about to be turned on Jennifer. Her head beat like fragile animal in the sites
of a hunter. She laughed because she dug the game. If she moved, he was going
to give it to her. Jennifer wanted it to happen but at the same time she liked
the challenge of trying to figure out a way to outsmart him.

He chuckled darkly. “You going to make a move?”

She went for it. She attempted to string the sash around his
foot but in a blur he was on her. He lifted her like she was laundry. She
giggled at her own defeat. Palmer had her on her belly, flat on the bed. He
ordered Caitlin to assist him.

He removed the pillow cases from the king sized pillows and
fashioned ties from them by rolling them up as narrowly as they would go.

“Dang,” remarked Jennifer at the fact that his good idea had
not even occurred to her.

Palmer gripped her hair. “Speak only when spoken to. Am I clear?”

“Yes,” she said, expecting fully that he wanted a ‘sir’ or
some other sign of respect and submission as well.

She was right.

Palmer flicked her earlobe hard. It hurt. It didn’t suggest
pain. It was painful. He stroked her gently afterwards.

“Belt okay with you?” he asked her. “Once, maybe twice? It
will hurt but I’ll be cool. Do I have your permission?”

Jennifer was game for anything once. At least so far in
terms of things that had been offered her. She consented.

“Grit your teeth,” he said.

She obeyed. But when she felt him rear up before he struck,
she nearly fainted. He was right. It did hurt. He landed two blows that were
almost like small electrocutions.

“All done,” he said softly. “Those will leave marks.”

He lowered her thong and twisted it tight around her ankles.
Even though her sister had already bound her feet with the ties of the robes,
Palmer added more to her imprisonment. He very thoughtfully placed a pillow
beneath her head.

“Caitlin, sweet. Take off your clothes,” he ordered firmly but
gently.

Caitlin complied. She had a time negotiating her zipper so
she turned around so he could assist. Jennifer lay in wait on the mattress. Even
without binding, Palmer had them under his control.

Once his hands were free, they searched the crevice between
Jennifer’s curvaceous buttocks. His touch made her come alive. Whatever was
coming her way Jennifer knew it was going to be good. She could tell just by
his touch; this man knew what he was doing.

He got up from her. He kissed Caitlin. Jennifer watched as
he raked his hands through her sister’s long blond hair. She made an
observation not out of jealousy, because that was not an emotion she had
towards her sister, but Jennifer noted that Palmer had tender feelings for
Caitlin. He was hot for her like he was hot for Jennifer but there seemed to be
more to it for him when it came to Caitlin.

Palmer broke the kiss and disappeared into the bathroom. He
emerged with a bottle of lotion. It was the small bottle that the hotel
provided guests. He took the top off and immediately a delicate puff of
fragrance filled the air.

“Nice,” remarked Jennifer.

“Think so?” asked Palmer in his Dom voice.

He spilled it on his finger tips and reached between her
cheeks again. He very boldly lubed her up.

“Are you okay with this?” he asked, pressing as he inquired.

“Yes,” she said.

He plunged a finger into her.

“What was that?” he demanded.

“Sir. Yes sir,” she corrected.

He gave the bottle of lotion to Caitlin and instructed her
to make sure he was good and lathered with it. Jennifer looked on as her sister
took Palmer’s very large, very hard erection and greased him with the lotion.

Palmer levered himself over Jennifer. He plied her flesh,
making sure she had plenty of lotion where she most needed it.

“Are you ready?” he whispered in her ear.

Jennifer nodded. His lips brushed her hair. He remained like
that as he entered her. She stiffened. He stiffened. He gasped as if the
feeling of being inside of her very tight spot made him completely weak. It was
an amazing sensation as he pushed all the way into her with patient purposeful
thrusts.

“I won’t last,” he declared.

Neither would she. He was so large, so well-endowed that
with the last thrust, Jennifer was clenching helplessly around him with one of
the most powerful and unforgettable orgasms she had ever experienced in her
life.

She pounded the plush bedding with a clenched fist,
exorcising the exquisite pleasure that burst throughout her. Heat rushed
through her and she came in a whole new dimension. Pulsing on his hardness
while he was in a different place was now her new favorite. Jennifer was now a
completely devout fan of anal sex.

Separating was a little bit tenuous. She rushed into the
bathroom to freshen first. She ran a shower and invited Palmer and Caitlin to
join her. The tub was large enough for all three to easily and comfortably
stand.

Palmer handed Caitlin the soap and tasked her to bathe him.
Caitlin washed him with dainty movement. Jennifer was refreshed. She pulled
back the curtain of the shower, prepared to step out.

Careful not to make her slip, Palmer grabbed her hair,
reeling her back into the tub.

“Where are you going?” he asked.

“I thought I would leave you two alone,” she replied.

He scolded her with a stare.

“Fine,” he said firmly. “Please wait on the bed for me.”

Jennifer did as she was told. She could hear the sounds of
Palmer, as she would put it, “banging the holy moly” out of her sister. They
were going at it hot and heavy. Jennifer speculated that Palmer was indeed very
strong if he was able to maintain the balance for both of them in the slippery
shower.

The very distinct sound of the shower head being removed
from the holder on the wall was heard followed by the approving squeals of
Caitlin as no doubt Palmer aimed it for her maximum pleasure. The couple
culminated to orgasm very quickly. Caitlin was positively growling with ecstasy
and he grunted in response.

Someone gave the water a punch, shutting it off. The couple
emerged from the bathroom glistening. Jennifer was completely relaxed on top of
the bed. Palmer picked up the champagne bottle and spilled some in Jennifer’s
navel. He licked it up.

She was very surprised after the pleasure she had given him
and the pleasure her sister had given him that he was so quickly at it again. He
nudged her up, and encouraged her to rest against the head board. He took a
seat in an overstuffed chair. He was the audience and she was the performer. He
wanted her to play something for him.

Jennifer was happy to oblige. She had a favorite thing she
did when she gave herself pleasure. She liked to give herself multiple orgasms
in a row. She tilted her head back, bent her knees up and her feet wide on the
mattress and began.

Her eyes were closed but she could hear that Palmer was
taking pictures. She felt the weight of her sister crawl on the bed beside her.
They both were pleasuring themselves as Palmer watched.

“Please let me know when you are about to come,” he said.

Jennifer spied out of her lowered eyelid. He was now
videoing them. It made her nervous but in an excited way. It intensified her
turn on. Every circle and touch pushed her higher on that climb of ultimate
rapture.

She burst with a wondrous climax. Jennifer found that if she
touched the soles of her feet together, it aligned her skeleton and flesh just
perfectly for the maximum pleasure as she came. The weight of her knees as they
fell apart creating sweet tension. Her clenching sensitive core collided
against itself with ecstasy.

She called out to announce her pleasure. Caitlin was right
behind her. Her sweet, light cries sung out of an intense orgasm. Jennifer
waited as her pleasure ebbed and began making the pressured circles again,
bringing herself to life again. She could do this about three or four times in
a row, and usually did when she gave herself pleasure.

The second orgasm in the series was always the sweetest. It
consumed her. She was possessed with it like thunder shaking a house. It pushed
up through her, washing every single cell and nerve in her. The power of her
sweet seizing core was intensified as well. It was, next to the orgasm that she
had shared with Palmer during anal sex, her favorite orgasm ever.

The announcement that she was coming roared from deep within
her. Palmer crawled across the mattress between the sisters and toyed with them
both as they played with themselves. He took turns kissing them both until they
were all lazily satisfied. He looked at the digital clock on the night stand. They
had been there now for almost two hours.

“Ladies,” he said. “This had been an amazing couple of
hours. I need to go home now. You may stay as long as your sweet hearts’
desire.”

Jennifer and Caitlin awoke the following morning, changed
women. They scrounged around the room for their things. On the one hand
sleeping the night away in the luxurious suite was such a convenience. They
didn’t have to trek down to the sketchy parking garage to get in their car, if
the garage was even opened by the time the twins and Palmer finished.

It was a shame however, walking out in the bright clear light
of day in clothing that was obviously meant for the night. Just as she thought
they had gathered everything up, Jennifer remembered the contract. Of course,
Palmer would honor their agreement. Two against one if he didn’t. But better to
have the terms in his own handwriting just for protection.