‘Unlikely, with your record,’ chips in the younger man.
‘No need for snark, Egerton. You’re only here as a substitute anyway, remember.’
I rub the Russian’s balls with my chin and he comes, spurting richly into my mouth, grabbing my hair and mussing it, rather to my chagrin. I gulp it down, give his shaft a final circular lick then remove myself from the rich man’s tool.
I keep my head bowed, not sure if I’m allowed to look him in the face.
He strokes the bit of my hair he’s already tousled, a gesture of vague goodwill for a job well done.
‘That was good. One of the best. You guys could do much worse than ask for a blow job from her.’
They take note and I rise to my feet, ready to take my position on the chair, but the Russian clicks his tongue and halts me with a hand around my lower arm.
‘Hey, hey, one more thing. You lose some clothing every time.’
Oh, I see.
I kick off my stilettos and go to stand on the chair in my stockinged feet. I wonder what will happen if the Russian wins the next hand too. Will he ask for the same thing? Will he be able to get hard again so soon?
As it happens, the dilemma doesn’t arise. The next winner is the American, despite the scoffing of Egerton.
‘Awesome!’ he exclaims, throwing down a perfect hand. ‘And now, let me think. What wish can this sexy little genie grant me? Come over here, honey.’
I approach him with more confidence than I did the Russian. He seems a little more human than the others in the room, bar Lloyd of course.
He makes me stand between his knees while he explores my satin-covered body with big beringed hands.
‘Can we actually fuck her?’ he asks nobody in particular. He could ask me, but that doesn’t seem to occur to him.
‘I have condoms behind the bar if you want to,’ says Lloyd.
‘So we can? OK, honey, turn around and bend over the table for me.’
Lloyd tosses him a pack of three, which he catches with one hand. ‘Years of baseball practice,’ he says, chuckling.
I hear the cellophane wrapper crackling and I pivot my hips, avoiding the eyes of the other three men, who are leaning low over the table, looking at me.
They are going to watch me getting fucked. They’ve already seen me suck off another one of them. From the corner of my eyes I catch the feral gleam in their eyes and hear the subtle sound of salivation.
They lower their heads so that they are level with my breasts. My nipples are concealed by the cups of the basque, but the flesh above them spills over in abundance.
I wait for the American to touch me. For a moment, I have the strongest urge to look around at Lloyd, to see his face.
If he looks unhappy, I’ll
stop this. I’ll fail.
I gather a hold of myself and keep my eyes to the front. I’m not going to look at Lloyd. I’m going to let this stranger fuck me in front of a group of other strangers, and my lover. And I’m going to enjoy it.
So I wiggle my hips a bit, letting the ruffle shift and shush across my bum, the frills tickling my upper thighs.
‘Mmm, hot for it, eh?’ says the American. ‘I hope you’re ready. I can’t spend time getting you warmed up, doll, we’ve got business to see to. Hands to play. Tell you what, why don’t you get your fingers down in that sweet little pussy, get it ready for me.’
The other men can’t see me do this, because my lower half is under the table, but I slip one hand inside the G-string and touch my clit. It feels dry, so I give it a rub. I need to stop thinking about Lloyd. I need to let my consciousness defer to my sex drive, in the way it usually does. Why is it being such a stubborn bugger tonight?
I push my forefinger up into my tight passage, encountering resistance when I try to fit in another. I return to my clit and rotate my pelvis, pressing down on my insistent fingertips. Ah, yes, finally, my mind swoops away and I see myself from above, a girl who needs fucking, by all of the men in the room, until she can no longer stand.
‘Mmm.’ I start to feel it, the trembling high up in the hips, the slow outward spread of the warmth. My fingers are slicked in moisture and they fit easily into my cunt now. I can even get three up there.