The Escort Series (7 page)

“If
only you knew,” Jason said with a deep chuckle. “There are many inner viewing rooms
where interested patrons can watch…a lot of exciting things going on. And out
here in the club area, well, the place really starts to rock around nine
thirty, say ten p.m.”

Shrugging
casually, he continued, “We’ll just enjoy our drinks out here and then if it
gets much too crowded, we can retire to a private lounge area. The owners are
close friends of ours so we can basically go wherever we wish to.” He flashed a
killer grin, and Bea had to look away because seeing Ryan smile was always such
a stomach-tilter. She was right; their sexual appeal hadn’t waned one bit in
the two weeks or so since she’d last seen them.

Their
drinks were brought by the kinky-looking waitress who then left to wait upon
the other patrons present
. In a bid to calm her nerves, Bea
took a sip of her drink and it was delicious. She had to quell the urge to look
around wide-eyed because she’d never expected to ever be in a place like this
and certainly not with these two sensually lethal males. That sense of being on
her guard came over her as she figured they had something up their sleeve
picking this club.

“Relax,
Bea,” Ryan said with a quiet smile, as if noticing, despite her efforts, how
nervous she was. This is just a cool, normal nightclub with just one
difference; people are offered a place to express and safely practice certain
lifestyles if they wish. It’s all about the inner self. That’s why we wanted
you to join us here. We felt you needed a little more…self-expression.”

Bea
gulped down more of her drink, unable to meet his piercing gaze. What more
“self-expression” did a woman who’d had a
threesome
with two strangers
need?

“Look,
guys,” she said bracingly, “It was really nice of you to want to see me again,
but I only came because I…well I had some things to get off my chest.” She
tried not to squirm when Jason’s eyes in particular swung down to that said
part of her anatomy, and she saw his eyes burn when they fell on her hinted-at
cleavage, the v-neck of her dress low enough to draw some extra attention. She
could kill Lisa for convincing her to wear something so risqué!

Ryan
said with understanding, “You didn’t cash the check. We noticed this,” he said
mildly.

“Oh you
did? I was sure you would,” she said with cool sarcasm. “I mean two hundred
grand would be a lot to just overlook if I’d actually decided to make use of
your over-generosity.”

“But
you didn’t,” Jason put in, his fingers toying with the stem of his crystal.
“You surprise us at every turn, Bea. You’re very different from any woman we’re
used to. That’s why we needed to see you again. You intrigue us – as well
as drive us crazy.”

Bea
drew in a sharp breath as his hand covered hers on the bars edge. This first,
warm contact did strange things to her insides. Shivering, she snatched her
hand back. “Look, if you two are expecting a repeat performance of that night,
forget it. It should never have happened.”

“Why
shouldn’t it have happened?” Ryan asked, making her turn to him quickly, as his
hand reached up to tuck a stray curl behind her ear. Once again, the breath was
stolen from her. Hell no, she didn’t need to start this up again. Each man,
taking turns driving her slowly to the brink. She needed to focus, arm herself…

“Well…because
it was just so…I mean, I don’t do that kind of stuff!”

“We got
that,” Ryan said patiently. “But you’re a very sexy woman, Bea. You have to get
used to the fact that no matter what, we’d want to fuck you. Again. Once could
never be enough.”

“So is
that why I’m here? I’m going to get fucked?” Bea said tightly, her heart
pounding like a bass drum in her chest as she looked from one pair of smoky
eyes to the other. Part of her wanted to just fly out the door, while another
part of her was rooted to her seat, dazed with pent-up desire for these two sex
gods. She could hardly breathe waiting for a reply to her question. But deep in
her heart, she suddenly decided that maybe she didn’t really want to know…

Chapter Four

“Bea,
you were made for pleasure,” Jason said in a reasonable tone, when Ryan paused.
“You’re not just beautiful, you’re irresistible. We’ve already established that
sleeping with your clients is not your style. But we’re banking on becoming
more than just clients to you.”

Bea
swallowed, as she remembered another reason why she was here tonight. To tell
them the truth: she wasn’t really a professional escort; and no, she didn’t
work for the escort service. She wasn’t the kind of woman they were looking
for, period. So basically, she wasn’t really their escort, and they certainly
weren’t her clients. They had to find some other chick for whatever they had in
mind. A woman who could handle this with the true professionalism they
deserved.

“Uh…about
that, there’s something I have to tell you guys. You’ll need to find some other
chick for whatever you have in mind. A woman who can really handle your
um…expectations. Because I’m not really a…”

Jason
suddenly moved, and the next second, he was kissing her. Bea’s words cut off in
a squeak as his firm, smooth lips slanted over hers. Instant electric volts
zapped through her system. A man’s mouth had never felt as good as these two
did, and Jason certainly shocked her once again with his unexpected
forwardness. He was usually the laid-back one, the one who watched and waited.
Looked like that wasn’t going to be him tonight.

Bea
gasped in surprise, her lips parting unknowingly beneath his molten onslaught.
Just a few moments of heat and moisture, but her mouth was clinging like Velcro
to his when he finally pulled back, his eyes half-lidded.

“We
don’t want “some other chick”,” he said huskily, suddenly grasping her hand and
tugging her up with him before she could recover. “Come on, let’s dance.”

“Hey!”
she finally managed, still struck down by that kiss while Jason totally ignored
her protest, leading her straight to the dance floor. She was spun around in
his arms so that she was resting her back against his chest. To her utter
trepidation, his hands on her hips brought her ass in contact with his crotch,
as he started moving to the beat of the music. She was incapable of breaking
away, what with the way he kept a tight hold on her hips, pinning her to him.
She shivered when she felt his lips suddenly caress her ear, the warmth of his
breath teasing her.

“Let
go, baby,” he said in a whisper, as his solid, large body rubbed up against her
from neck to legs. “You’ve done it before. And it was perfect. Why would you
want to fight this?” As he spoke, he smoothed his hands down her arms to clasp
her wrists, which he guided up to link around his neck. Bea felt her breasts
push out even more, and she bit back a moan.

No
no no
!
That crazy chemistry she seemed to have for either half of the Wallace duo was
acting up again. She felt the unmistakable ridge of his erection straining
against her buttocks, and she trembled. Her neglected hormones only seemed to
react when they were around. She worked and interacted with men every day, but
none of them seemed to get to her the way Jason and Ryan did.

No one
even came close.

Bea
couldn’t deny her shivering body a few seconds of relaxing back against Jason,
closing her eyes and casting herself into the moment and the music. Promising
herself
that soon enough, she’d break away. She
would
fight this. She had to.
But no…not yet.

Her
resolve was soon to be tested when at that
moment,
she
felt another body press into her front. All male, hard and warm, it pressed
into her breasts while at her belly, another rigid cock aligned itself. Her
eyes flew open and she was looking into Ryan’s feral, dark gaze.

“We
think you handle our expectations very well, sweet Bea,” he murmured; in
reference to her last comment at the bar. “And Jason was right. We sure as hell
don’t want another chick. We want you. Only you.”

Oh…
hell
. Bea saw Ryan’s head edge slowly
down to hers, and she knew she had plenty opportunity to move away, to stop
him. But she didn’t. His lips slid over hers warmly and somewhat questioningly,
even tentatively. Both men had her sandwiched between them, with Ryan moving so
that his body blocked hers from prying onlookers. She felt Jason’s hands
rubbing up her sides in gentle motions, moving higher and higher while Ryan’s
mouth teased and cajoled her.
 
She
moaned, finally responding with a helpless parting of her lips and then having
them invaded by his tongue sliding in hotly to taste her.

She
couldn’t help but gasp in arousal as she felt those roving hands of Jason’s
reaching past the outside of her breasts to suddenly scoop them in his palms,
massaging them in a hard, possessive caress. His thumbs flicked over the
suddenly hard nubs straining against the thin fabric of her dress and bra, and
she whimpered into Ryan’s mouth. What were they trying to do, seduce her in
public, and on the dance floor? No matter how her pussy started to drip, and
even though she felt her clit begin to tingle with carnal hunger, she made
herself stiffen, pulling sharply away from Ryan’s mouth and covering her hands
over Jason’s, pushing them off her heaving tits.

Although
they stopped kissing and touching her intimately, they didn’t release her from
between them.
Bea was suddenly conscious of the other
people dancing around them, lost in their own private bubbles. But that did
nothing to reassure her.

“I
can’t…I can’t do this,” she blurted, closing her eyes tight for a few moments.
“Just…let me go home. I think I’ve had enough.”

She opened
her eyes to see Ryan’s calm expression. He didn’t look angry or disappointed.
He said easily, “Alright. But you don’t get to leave until you at least see the
floor show. It’ll be starting up soon.”

“You’ll
like it, we promise,” Jason added in her ear. She shivered as she felt both
their cocks jutting into her, front and back. She was sent straight into the
past, back to that night in their hotel suite. “We’ll just sit in a secluded
booth and watch. No hanky panky, Bea. You have our word.”

Bea
knew she wasn’t worried about their word. It was her racing libido she feared.
Whenever they were near or touched her, she lost control. She could do anything
they wanted if they pushed hard enough. Maybe they knew this, and weren’t going
to push. Not yet at least. But Bea knew that the longer she stayed around them,
the weaker her resolve would be.

Chapter Five

Ryan
and Jason led her off the dance floor, each of her hands taken in theirs. She
could feel the soothing touch of their fingers upon the back of her hands and
she tried to keep her head from whirling.

She
hadn’t said yes or no but she didn’t protest as they took seats in a corner
booth close to the stage. Bea knew she had to figure out why they had such an
effect on her and how on earth she could keep resisting them – if she
wanted to. But here, now…she wasn’t really sure exactly what she wanted
anymore.

***

When
the show started, she had to curb a lot of the emotions that coursed through
her. She was stunned, aroused and embarrassed at the same time. The performance
was by two men and a woman – whom she recognized to be the waitress who’d
served them earlier. Bea watched as the men, dressed only in black leather
pants and nothing else, proceeded to intricately rope the woman standing
between them in just her corset, thong and heels. The rope went around her
shoulders, chest, arms and waist, restraining her upper half as her hands were
trapped behind her back. Next she was blindfolded and led to the bed where she
was made to kneel with her face down and ass up. Next, one of the men took hold
of something that looked like a flogger from one of the drawers in the nearby
table. Going to stand at the edge of the bed, he brought his arm up and whipped
the girl’s raised buttocks. The girl cried out, making Bea gasp and flinch.

Whoa
.

Bea was
so busy watching with bated breath, she almost didn’t notice Ryan place his arm
behind her along the top of the circular couch of the booth, while Jason chose
to take her hand and idly stroke it while their eyes stayed glued on the show.

She
realized how being kissed and groped by two men would seem tame compared to
what was happening on the platform. One of the men kept spanking both sides of
the woman’s ass with the flogger while the other commanded her to keep count,
as he stood close to the head of the bed.

“It
doesn’t really hurt her as much as it would seem,” Ryan explained softly in her
ear when Bea once again flinched as the flogger connected the now pinking ass
bared by the thong.
 
“The tresses or
tails of the flogger are made of deer or moose hide and even suede. These are
considered far safer than some of the crazier materials out there like chain,
plastic tubes and reptile skin. Besides, this is more about bringing her into
focus with her senses and her body. She becomes more in touch with her
surroundings with that blindfold, as her taste, touch, and sound are enhanced
by the deprivation of sight.”