0 comments/ 10684 views/ 6 favorites Club Candy By: luvjdr29 (Author's Note: I do not have any connection to World Wrestling Entertainment or any of its superstars. Please read the first story as it will explain the events earlier in the day. As with any of my stories all are a product of my imagination/fantasies. If you like these stories and want me to keep writing them, please leave your support in a feedback message to me. Thank you again for reading my stories.) I made it back to my hotel room at about two o'clock that day. I was completely stuffed from having lunch with the guys. I showered and put on a long tee shirt afterwards figuring that I wouldn't be going anywhere else that day. Not meaning too I fell asleep on my bed, dreaming of what had occurred earlier. I awoke to the room phone ringing. I answered it sleep still holding onto my voice. "Were you asleep? " A male voice asked. "Yes. I was so full that I fell asleep after my shower," I explained smiling as I recognized Jeff's voice. "What time is it?" "Seven thirty" Jeff replied. I could hear the slight amusement in his voice. "Oh man. I so didn't mean to sleep this long." I said as I stretched my body over the bed. "Well I'm glad you did, you are going to need that extra energy later tonight." "I am? Why is that?" I questioned. "Me and the guys want to go to this club we heard about. We all agreed that we want you to come with us since we enjoyed your company so much earlier. That is if you want to come with us," Jeff asked with a teasing lilt. I heard Paul in the background, "Say please! Women can't resist that." Chris not to be out done said, "Tell her she can go willingly or we will come and get her!" "Well it doesn't seem like I have a choice" I giggled. "When do I have to be ready?" "Let's say Nine o'clock. Is that ok?" Jeff asked. "Sure. You guys going to just meet me here or am I to make my way up to your rooms?" "We will meet you at your room." "Ok. I have an hour and a half to get ready...I need to go or else I won't be ready in time!" I said. Jeff chuckled as he said, "Ok. I'll let you go so you can get ready. Bye for now." "Bye for now," I repeated. At first panic surrounded me as I hung up the phone. What was I going to wear! Aggravation quickly set in as I passed the mirror. I had not dried my hair completely before falling asleep and now it just looked like a mess. Damn! Now I have to get another shower just so I can fix my hair. I began my search for an appropriate clubbing outfit and was debating between two outfits when there was a knock on the door. I put my hair up in a clip that I grabbed from the dresser as I passed by it on the way to the door. I opened it up only to find Jeff standing there smiling at me. "Hi," he said. I had to lick my lips as I perused his body from head to toe. His trademark red and blue dyed hair was neatly pulled back into a ponytail. He was dressed all in black. The long sleeved shirt had a design of a dragon covering the back and fit his upper body very snugly. The black jeans he wore were a little baggy around the legs and were held around his hips by a black belt that had equally spaced small raised square shaped metal studs decorating it. I smiled as I realized that even his shoes were black. No matter the color he looked freaking hot! I smiled and said, "Hi." I caught his eyes roaming over my semi state of dress or undress however you want to look at it. I moved aside so he could come in. As he passed me I could smell the sweet subtle hint of cologne that graced his body. I closed the door; silently reprimanding myself for not drying my hair like I should have. I turned to find him standing at the foot of my bed staring at the two outfits I had laid out. I walked over to stand beside him, mimicking his folded arm pose. "You are early, but I could use your help to finally decide between these outfits so I can get my shower and get ready." "I like this one here," he said. "Good! Now that that is settled I can get my shower now." I turned to walk to the bathroom and his hand quickly grabbed my arm and pulled me back towards him. His other arm found its way around my waist in order to hold me close to his body. Before I could object to the gesture his lips brushed mine very lightly. The hand that had grabbed me, smoothed up my arm and over my shoulder to cradle my neck as he lightly licked my bottom lip asking permission to further the kiss without ever saying a word. I took control of the situation by submitting to his request and kissing him gently, a long slow wet kiss that fanned the heated passion flaring between us. My hands slid down his back, fingernails lightly trailing over the muscles there, only to end up on his ass which I pulled even closer to my body leaving no room between us now. He deepened the kiss between us, our tongues sliding around each other, reveling in the sweet taste of each other's mouth. I broke the kiss first. My hands slid around to his belt, my fingers working with precision as I unbuckled the belt and slid it off from around his waist. Tossing it aside I went back to work on the button and zipper. Flipping the button open and pulling the two sides apart sliding the zipper down as they opened. My hands slipped slowly inside to rub and caress him. I looked up to see his expression. His eyes were closed and lips just slightly parted, a peaceful look of pleasure smoothing over his face. I could feel his body reacting to my touches, growing long and hard. I slid my hands out gently causing him to open his eyes, I stepped back just a bit and slipping my hands under my long tee shirt I eased it up and pulled it up over my head exposing my body to him. I pushed the clothes off of the bed and onto the floor as I sat down on the edge of the bed. I pulled him closer and again slipping my hands inside the red pair of boy shorts he had on pulled them out a bit so as not to catch them on the head as I pulled down at the same time. As I revealed his body I couldn't help but smile and think to myself...all here for my pleasure. My hands slid up his thighs to resume the caresses. Gently wrapping my hand around the base of his cock, I licked the head and slid my mouth just over the tip. My tongue traced the rim of his cock before slowly moving further down. As with Chris earlier I was not able to make it all the way down, but Jeff never forced the issue and I was allowed to work my magic at my own pace. The little sharp intakes of breath followed by low moans told me that I was doing everything right. As I continued my worship, he removed the clip from my hair and tossed it onto the chair, running his fingers through my hair giving the moment that extra touch of intimacy. I pulled back and holding him up gave a long slow lick up the underside of his shaft while rolling my eyes up to look at him. That brought forth a growl and he gently pushed me away. He slipped his shoes and socks off and the pants and underwear quickly followed as did the shirt. His tattooed body stood before me all hard and in need of release. He kneeled before me, sliding his hands up my legs. I opened them for him. He caressed and kissed the insides of my thighs pulling my ass towards the edge of the bed until I almost fell off. He draped my legs over his shoulders causing me to lean back onto my elbows. I felt his fingers lightly stroking my lips moving in a little more each time to caress the folds of my pussy. He quickly found my clit, his thumb making small slow circles over it, teasing it out from under its hood. His mouth taking the place of his thumb, he began to lick and suck on my clit to the point that there was no way I could be quiet. His mouth dished out sweet torture at the same time that I felt his fingers slide easily inside of me. He moved them in and out slowly at first, quickly increasing their pace, causing me to gasp and moan loudly. I could no longer hold myself up, I lay back on the bed enjoying the sensations that he was creating, building my body up for the wave of pleasure that was about to crash over me. He played my body like it was his favorite instrument, bringing me up and over the wall not once but twice. The moment he pulled away I opened my eyes and watched him as he licked his lips for the life of me looking like a leopard that had just finished dinner. I slid my legs down from his shoulders to let him up. I moved up further onto the bed, again the leopard image came to mind as he crawled up onto the bed after me looking like he was stalking his prey, that look sent heat bursting through my body, I couldn't wait for him to touch me, much less fuck me. He positioned himself between my legs, so that his cock lay just out of reach of my body. He kissed me again and this time I could taste my release on his tongue as it mixed with his sweet taste. One of his hands came up to knead and caress my breast, thumb and forefinger rolling the nipple between them. I wiggled my hips beneath him a silent plea for him to take me. He broke the kiss this time and closed that last little bit to slide his cock all the way into my pussy. He watched my face as he entered me, watched as I closed my eyes, as I inhaled a deep breath and slowly let it out, arching my back, and turning my head to the side as I did so. He began with teasingly slow movements, pulling out and easing back in. Our moans filled the silence each time he re-entered my body. My hands smoothed over his arms and back. I didn't resist the urge to reach behind his head and remove the band that was holding his hair. I delighted in watching his gorgeous hair fall forward. Immediately I had to run my fingers through it. Feeling the softness of it gave me an even greater pleasure. He switched position so that he was holding himself up, his arms fully extended, there he quickened his thrusts, pounding into me as hard and fast as he could, making both of us cry out. I turned my head back to watch him now. His eyes were closed again I knew that he was concentrating on the pleasure, the feel, the taste, and the smell, everything combining to create and build the tension in our bodies. He slowed his thrusts eliciting a groan as he did so. As much as I enjoyed the slow teasing I wanted his surrender now, wanted to see the look in his eyes as he filled my body with his seed. I ran my hands over his chest causing him to open his eyes and look at me all the while still continuing his slow assault. I pulled him to me and kissed him passionately; breaking the kiss I whispered in his ear that I wanted him to fuck me, to make me cum hard on his cock. He smiled and delivered exactly what I had asked for. He sat up just enough to once again drape my legs over his shoulders then leaning forward again his arms extended as before but now my knees were pressed against my chest. He resumed his claiming of my body, by giving two slow thrusts then with a show of complete dominance he pounded into my pussy fast and hard quickly giving me a small release his body pausing for a moment to feel the contracting of my muscles. He didn't even let that one subside before he was driving into me again. He continued this bringing me over and over until at one point I was sure I couldn't even have told someone my own name. It was on the last mind numbing orgasm that I felt his body tense and with a groan he shot his hot cum deep into me. We slid into the pleasure that surrounded us, sweaty, and breathing hard as he pulled out, moved from between my legs and lay down next to me on the bed. We lay facing each other for several minutes, lightly petting each other and sampling small sweet kisses. I looked over at the bedside clock, damn; we had forty minutes to get ready. I moved to get out of bed, my body somewhat sore from what we had just done. He watched me grab my clothes and head for the bathroom. I was testing the water to see if it was warm enough yet when he walked into the bathroom. It took us about twenty minutes to shower, hurrying only because we knew that Paul and Chris would be here soon. He was just putting his pants back on when we heard a knock on the door. He pulled his pants up not bothering to button or zip them as he walked out to open the door. I heard the whistles and lurid comments from Paul and Chris as they took in his current state of being half dressed as they entered the room. Naked, I brazenly walked out of the bathroom walking past them all to get my boots and calmly walked back past them smiling the whole time. I looked back at them as they stared at me. "You guys are just jealous that you didn't get here one hour ago!" And I walked back into the bathroom leaving them to tease Jeff without mercy. I quickly dressed and fixed my hair. I opened the door to go back out and grab my make up bag. When the guys saw my outfit they all gave whistles of appreciation. I was wearing a deep red halter top that displayed the tops of my breasts quite nicely. The front was solid while the back had thin straps in a criss cross pattern. The skirt was black and came to about mid thigh. I had added black lace boy shorts and thigh high stockings to the outfit. The boots came up to my knees and had three inch heels on them. As for accessories, I was wearing a black leather choker collar with diamonds equally spaced apart on it; I also had the leather wrist bands that matched it exactly. The conversation came to an abrupt halt as I moved further into the room. All eyes watching me as I retrieved my make up bag and searching through it found my lip gloss. I sat the bag down on the dresser and hopped up beside of it crossing my legs as I did so. They all watched as I carefully applied the gloss. "Are we ready to go now gentlemen?" I asked as I slid back off of the dresser and slowly walked towards the door, grabbing my purse on the way. The boots added a decent sway to my hips as I walked now. I didn't even have to turn around to know that they were close behind me. We all had our cell phones with us this time, but all put on silent as we only had them for an emergency. Luckily, this time the elevator worked perfectly. The memories of what had occurred in this very same elevator swirled around us. Paul gave in to his urge to rub my ass, gently squeezing every so often. Chris and Jeff just stood to the sides watching the scene unfold. Knowing the reaction I would get I bent over and pretended to wipe something off of my boots. Paul slid his hands up my back as he stepped closer to me. Leaning his upper body over me and grasping a shoulder he pulled me back up calling me a tease as he pressed our bodies together. He let me go just as the elevator doors opened. As we stepped out into the lobby, Chris and Jeff each took an arm as Paul stayed behind us most likely to watch my ass. Again we turned heads as we crossed the lobby to the doors leading out into the semi cool Phoenix night. We arrived at Shades of Red; a nightclub that also serves up delicious grilled entrée's and offers pretty much anything that you could ever want to drink. We all got out of the limousine and made our way into the club. Thankfully, we were able to get a private booth for special guests only...you just got to love superstar status sometimes. We were shown to our booth by the first available waiter. Now by booth I mean that he showed us to a very spacious room carpeted in what looked like thick black fur and painted a deep red color. There was a glass table with four chairs at the back of the room and a cream colored wraparound couch with recliners at each end. The lighting system inside the room could be turned up or down depending on where the occupants wanted it. The entrance to it consisted of two panes of completely frosted glass at least two inches thick with the door matching the glass panes. The lock on the door could only be locked from the inside but opened at anytime by the manager on duty. The guys just kind of breezed past me and made their selves comfortable as I stood in amazement of our own personal hide away with in the madness of the club. The waiter left menus on the table and told us to press the call button when we were ready to order, then quickly vanished out into the club again letting the door slowly shut behind him and we were left in almost complete silence. We could hear the music though it seemed far away instead of right outside our door. The first thing I had to do was squat down and run my hands through the carpet only to find that it was soft like the fur of a long haired Persian cat. The softness of the carpet gave the room a pretentious feel of sensuality, even though the colors were dark. I closed my eyes to better appreciate the illustrious feel flowing between my fingers a complete contrast to the men who sat watching me. Their bodies were all male, hard and sculpted and each with a unique scent. Paul smelled warm like musk, Chris had a fierce woodsy scent, and Jeff smelled sweet almost like a lollipop that was begging to be licked. With the culmination of that thought I had to open my eyes and take in the sight of the men, who were watching me like lions watch their prey. I smiled confidently which broke their gaze. I stood and took in the sight of them all relaxed and hogging all of the space. Paul and Chris had claimed the recliners like they had never seen one before while Jeff had pretty much draped his body over the entire length of the couch. Paul looked like a tanned god with his arms folded beneath his head showcasing the expanse of his chest and the flat plains of his abdomen that lay under his tee shirt. His jeans fit perfectly in all of the right places, the sight of him making me think of quiet power and that Stephanie was one lucky woman. My gaze shifted over to Chris who looked like a lion resting peacefully. His dark blonde hair made brighter by the highlighted tips with eyes that reminded you of bright blue flame. He didn't have the wide chest like Paul, Chris had more of the smooth compact muscle giving him the stalk and ambush type of body. The word dangerous sprang into my mind when taking in the sight of him. Last but certainly not least was Jeff. He lay on his stomach one arm folded under his head and the other hanging gracefully off of the couch, his feet crossed at the ankles. He looked like a dark knight that had just fought and won a major battle. His body was all length, long arms and legs, and a long torso that breathed passion, intensity, and power, all of which I had gotten a taste of earlier. It was the rich brown of his eyes that caught my attention and pulled me in the most. The shade reminding me of chocolate, a comforting and sinful pleasure to get lost in if you weren't careful. How did I get so lucky as to be here now with them? I must have pleased fate somehow because here I was. "I think you broke her Jeff" Paul said as a grin spread across his face. "She looks like she is in shock" said Chris. I quirked an eyebrow at them and told them my thoughts...well some of my thoughts. "For one thing gentlemen I am well and truly satisfied not in shock. Second, I am fascinated by this room. I am always one of the people out there" and I motioned to the main club area. "Third, I couldn't help but take in such gorgeous views. Each of you slipped into your own pose as soon as your bodies touched the recliner or couch. I was admiring something different in each of you as well as equating each of you with the first word that came to mind as I studied you." They looked at each other and then back at me; I knew what they were thinking...I just wanted to see who would be the first one to ask the question. It was no surprise when Chris cleared his throat and brought his hands together so that only the fingertips touched as his elbows rested on the arms of the recliner. "Are you going to tell us what word each of us inspires in you?" he asked. I smiled sweetly and said, "No. That is for me to know and each of you to try to find out...if you can." Club Candy He turned and looked at the other two guys, "Did she just challenge us?" They both nodded their heads yes in response to his question. He stood up and walked towards me hands clasped behind his back. He circled me a couple of times, trying for intimidation, but I wasn't buying it. He stopped behind me taking a small step forward so that his body was touching the entire length of mine. "I can't speak for Paul or Jeff, but are you sure you want to challenge me little girl?" he asked. I smiled sweetly and turned to him. "I am sure and if you are a good boy we will play a game later that I know you will like." I turned and walked past Paul and over to the couch. Jeff had sat up and made room to let me sit down. Paul sat with an eyebrow raised and a devilish smile on his face as he watched the short exchange occur. Chris looked like a hungry predator. Cunning and intelligence seeped into those eyes. A smile came upon his face that must have been identical to the one the serpent gave eve when he told her to eat the apple. He slowly walked back to his seat, eyes never leaving mine, and sat down. Jeff moved to lie back down putting his head in my lap just as the waiter came back in to take our orders. We all placed our orders though the guys ordered a lot more than me. I ordered a salad with a cherry coke. We all talked as we ate our meals. The guys talked some business and cracked jokes. They all took turns asking me questions about everything under the sun as it pertained to my life. The conversation carrying on for a long while after we had finished our meal. The DJ began playing his late night club music. The pulsing beat penetrating our room a bit more than the regular music. I couldn't sit still; I had to hit the dance floor. The guys all refused to go with me. "Ok guys suit yourselves," I said and walked out of the room to make my way to the dance floor. It wasn't long before some guy approached me, asking if he could dance with me. I accepted his offer. With the music beating around us we began to move and grind our bodies together. The friction created an arousing heat in both of us. We danced for a couple of songs before I excused myself telling him that I had to get back to my friends and my drink. He thanked me for the dance and we parted ways. I walked back into the room flushed and slightly perspiring. The guys were all smiling as I walked to the couch and sat down. They resumed talking while I sat drinking my water and cooling off. At one point, Paul leaned close to me. "I get a dance like that soon, right?" I choked slightly on the drink of water I had just taken. Blush rushing up my body as he sat back in his recliner laughing. I looked from him to Chris and Jeff who were both grinning at my reaction. It became apparent that they had all stayed behind so that they could watch me dance. I narrowed my eyes and glared at them, "You three are a mischievous group," I said. Laughter filled the room as I continued to sit and cool off, catching my breath before putting my game with Chris into action. I stood and walked around behind Paul's recliner, I lightly traced my fingertips along the back of the couch as I made my way towards Chris. His eyes locked with mine as he watched me approach him. I bent down so very close to his ear, rolling my eyes up to watch Paul and Jeff's reactions. "Are you ready to play our game? If you want the answer to your question then you will have to come find me," I whispered seductively. Then I walked out of the room leaving them to stare after me. It took Chris at least a couple of minutes before I saw him emerge from the room. He stood there scanning the crowd for me; I ducked behind a column across the room before his eyes could find me. I peeked around the same side I had just come from and saw that he had moved from off of the steps leading up to our room. The hunt was on and I shivered with the anticipation of him finding me. Not being sure which way he had went I decided to make my way towards the front of the club. I smiled as I walked past the bouncer's making my way past the bar. Again I ventured out onto the dance floor and quickly fell into the rhythm of the music. It pulsed through my body manipulating me into moving with it. I got lost in the pleasure of dancing, of feeling the music reverberate through the room; the energy it created made the dance floor come alive. As I was dancing to the music, lost in my own world, I felt hands slide around my body. I glanced back behind me just to be sure it was the right man that I wanted to be touching me. I took Chris' hands in mine and pulled him closer to me our bodies collectively moving with the music now, grinding together, and building the level of arousal. He turned me around to face him and taking my hand led me off of the dance floor, but away from our room to the other side of the club towards a very dark corner. Chris backed me up into that corner until we were completely covered by darkness. He positioned his body so that he had one leg between mine and I was pressed between him and the wall. His mouth found mine and he kissed me deeply...passionately. Our tongues explored each other feverishly. He broke the kiss leaving me somewhat breathless. "Now you are going to tell me what I want to know and I dare you to say no," he said his playful tone just begging to be denied. Excitement coursing through my body, devilishly I replied, "Make me." A roguish smile crept across his face as his breathing slightly quickened and he responded by running his hands over the front of my top. He slid his hands up my sides, passing over my breasts, moving up to caress my neck. Bringing his hands back down he yanked the material of my shirt down to expose both breasts, causing me to gasp softly. He turned to the left putting his back against the wall, pulling me with him. Both of his arms slid up my back as I leaned back bringing my breasts up closer to his descending mouth. I could feel the warmth of his breath on my skin just before he took my nipple into his mouth; and with a low growl he proceeded to lick, suck, and nibble causing me to moan softly and wiggle my hips against his hardening body. He released that nipple, gently kissing it before moving to the other one where he repeated the process as he pressed his hardened cock against my body. He pulled me back up against his body, leaving a trail of kisses on my chest ending at my neck where he lightly kissed. Chris let his body slide down the wall as he kissed his way down my body letting his hands glide over the places where his mouth had just been. He slid his hands up my thighs and underneath my skirt, rubbing over the lace panties I had on. He wasted no time in stripping me of my lovely panties, sliding them down my legs and making me lift each boot clad foot so that he could completely remove them. I watched as he stuffed them into his right front pocket. He stood back up in front of me pushing my skirt up around my waist as he did so. There was no denying the flaming heat that he sent through my body. Everywhere that he touched or kissed me seemed to be set on fire. His left hand slid around behind my neck as his right hand found the wetness between my legs. His fingers explored my pussy, sliding along the folds, teasing my clit, eventually dipping inside to rub his finger over my g-spot; his kisses muffling what would have been loud cries of blissfulness. His masterful manipulation of my body coaxed me up just to the brink of that wall. He pushed me over that wall hard when he bit my shoulder. It took everything I had in me not to cry out as my body quaked with the powerful release. My release only made me more eager to let him claim my body just as Jeff had earlier. My hands slid down his chest as I kissed and gently bit his neck. I gave in to the temptation to rub my hands over the front of his jeans, feeling all of that straining hardness just begging to be freed. I made quick work of the button down front, wanting desperately to run my hands over his cock. Eagerly I slid my hands down inside, running them over the warm smooth silk of his boxer briefs. Applying gentle pressure I stroked his cock, making several passes and lightly teasing the head of his cock each time with feathering touches from my thumb. Chris groaned; an audible expression that was overflowing with his desire and need. I knelt down in front of him and skillfully pulled his pants and underwear down, releasing his throbbing erection. I brought my left hand up to cup and very lightly squeeze his balls. Slowly I took them one by one into my mouth taking my time to gently suck on them before licking the underside of his stiff cock from base to tip. Pressing my lips together I slowly pushed my mouth down over his cock. This time I didn't give him a reason to force my head down over him. My mouth and throat took him in allowing my lips to meet his body once again. Yes, it still caused me to gag, but I felt it was better to do it myself so that I had more control over my breathing. He still filled his hands with my hair, this time it was more of a sensual gesture than before. I could hear the soft sounds he was making and at one point discerned the words 'Mmmm yes baby suck my cock...just like that...oh fuck,' even over the music of the club. I felt him lightly pull on my hair signaling to me to stand back up. As I stood up he grabbed me and kissed me like he was a man in desperate need of a drink. He turned us around so that I was up against the wall now. He slightly bent his knees and wrapped an arm around each thigh...I wrapped my arms around his neck as he picked me up and pulled my body flat against his, slowly sliding me down until I felt the tip of his cock pressing against my opening. "Mmmm so wet, do you want me to fuck you right here right now just like this," he asked. His voice thick with arousal. "Yes fuck me now," I whispered next to his ear. "Tell me what I want to know or else this is all you get." Slightly frustrated and eager for him to fuck me...I told him what he wanted to know. Hell I would have told him the code to Fort Knox if I would have had it. "I'd say your description of me is quite accurate, wouldn't you," he teased. He didn't give me time to answer him as he let my body slide down over his cock, filling me as much as Jeff had earlier. The combination of me contracting my thigh muscles and lightly pulling up with my arms as well as his strong arms lifting me created the motion we needed to bring each other pleasure. The electricity of the music and thrilling notion of what we were doing in the club combined to heighten our pleasure. "Mmmm Chris, oh u feel so fucking good," I moaned as I felt his cock sliding in and out of me. He pressed me into the wall with his body as he repositioned his hands so that they were under my knees, then he lifted them pushing them up to my chest. With his hands back on my hips my legs were just draped over his arms, allowing his body to move more and he began a vigorous pounding lasting several minutes that sent me over the crest and into the depths of satisfaction. "Oh fuck yes" he growled as he felt the orgasms ride my body causing him to peak and shoot his load deep inside me. Our breathing heavy and erratic, we simply held our position for a bit so we could catch our breath. He pulled back and stood me up so we could fix our clothes. He pulled my panties out of his pocket; he held them up rubbing the material between his thumb and fingers. "When you get back to your room tonight, I want you to take these off and save them for me. I intend to keep them so that I can take them out whenever I want to and remember what we just did," he said as he bent down to slip them back over my boots and slide them back up my legs. We returned to the room to find Paul and Jeff both on their phones. They hung up just as the door closed behind us. "Well Christopher it looks like you got your answer, though it took you a while to do it," Paul said smiling at us. "It was an answer that I enjoyed getting and I do not think Becca will be challenging me again for a while," Chris replied devilishly. "Don't bet on it," I said. "I liked the persuasive technique you just employed. You can bet your sweet ass that I will want more of it." I walked over to sit beside Jeff who was smiling knowingly at the whole situation. He leaned close to me so that he could whisper in my ear. "Not that I don't already know what you two just did, but I love that your eyes also give you away. When you two walked back in I saw the same look in your eyes that I saw earlier in your room, satisfaction." I smiled as he leaned back a little. It was my turn to do the whispering, so I motioned him forward again. "Mmmm and because of our earlier activities, I will give you the choice of either having me tell you the answer now or you can try to coax it out of me at a later time." He cocked an eyebrow and grinned boyishly at me. "Oh I will definitely take the second choice of course," he whispered as he sat back. Chris got up and headed for the door saying, "I'll be back in a bit," as he walked out. Jeff got up too, "I think I am going to go check out the rest of the club." It didn't take long for the reason for their abandonment to become clear, as Paul quickly moved to the door and locked it. Suddenly the awareness that I was definitely the smaller person in the room came over me. Paul walked towards me smiling, giving no validation to the intimidation that washed over me. As he came to stand in front of me, I would almost swear I felt the quiet power that surrounded him brush against my body. He reached his hands out, taking mine and easily pulled me to stand in front of him. He smoothed his hands over my bare shoulders paying close attention to the bite mark Chris had left on my shoulder. "You don't mind that Chris marked your body like this, do you," he asked. "No," was all I could say. "Is it the only visible mark he left on you?" "Yes," I answered. "What about young Jeff? Did he leave any visible signatures," Paul questioned. "No," I answered again. A thought flashed through my mind that if Paul ever got permission from Stephanie to have me all the way; I would walk away with plenty of visible signatures courtesy of him. "Tell me what happened after Chris followed you out of here. Do not skip any details either," he warned. I told him what happened being sure to relay every detail. He slowly made his way around my body as he listened to the verbal playback of my recent encounter. He took small liberties at vital points in the tale. When I told him about the attention Chris lavished on my breasts, his hands came up to caress them through my shirt. A devious smile crept across his face when I began to recount the part where Chris explored my pussy. He held up a hand for me to pause, "Take your skirt off," he didn't ask...he commanded. I did as I was told. Sliding the zipper down and shimmying out of my skirt, I stepped out of it and lay it on the couch behind me. "I love those panties, simple yet sexy as hell." His fingers traced down the midline of my body until they found the dampened spot they were searching for. Paul took his sweet time sliding his fingers over the area. The heat that was radiating from his body mixed with an equal heat that he was creating in my body with his touch. "I am at a disadvantage when it comes to trying to get my answer from you. I am not allowed to employ the same techniques that Jeff and Chris can. However, I do have an idea of something I want more than the answer to that question," he said. Feeling a bit nervous about what his idea might consist of, I reigned myself in long enough to ask, "Oh yeah? What is it that you want?" "You are going to put on a little show for me. I want to watch you masturbate yourself, to see the pleasurable expressions float across your face. Knowing that both Jeff and Chris have had you today has made my body taught with the need to find my own release. I fully intend to find that release as I watch you play. Though I will forewarn you that you need to remove that pretty little shirt unless you want me to cum on it instead of all over your chest and stomach." I breathed a sigh of relief at finding out that his idea was definitely within my comfort zone. "I'll submit, but only because I will get to watch you stroke your cock as you watch me play," I said seductively. I lifted my top up and over my head revealing my upper body completely to him. I teasingly bent over pulling my panties down my legs removing them the same way I did my skirt. I propped first my left leg and then my right leg up on the edge of the couch one at a time so that I could remove my boots and stockings. Soon I stood before him naked once again. He directed me to lie down in front of the couch. I had the pleasure of watching him strip down completely. Although he sort of rushed through it, in my mind it all happened in slow motion. The boots and socks went first along with the tie that was holding his honey colored hair back, letting it all fall forward making Paul look a little dangerous himself. Next was his tee shirt, I licked my lips as he lifted his shirt up over his body revealing the flat plains of his abdomen to my eyes, making me wish that I had some honey to lick off of them. My eyes slid up his body just as the shirt did, his torso lengthening to show off his Pecs, his strong arms extending up over his head to complete the motion. Just watching him take his shirt off made my eyes fill with desire. I began to slide my hands over my body, making sure to tease and knead my breasts, lightly rolling the nipples between my thumb and forefinger. I watched in anticipation as he unbuttoned and unzipped the fine ass jeans he had on, watched as he slid them down his long muscled legs, slipped them off and kicked them aside. I had to open my legs as he knelt down between them, this was more like torture knowing that he was this close, his already semi erect cock oh so close to my body that I had to groan with the frustration that it stirred up inside of me. My hands repositioned themselves again. My left hand went up for me to rest my head on while this show played out. My right hand slid down my body towards the aching between my legs. I slowly slid my first two fingers down the center of my slit, using the mixture of fluids left by Chris and myself only moments before to lubricate my fingers so that they slid easily. Paul was already slowly sliding his palm over his hardening cock, his eyes fixed solely on what my fingers were doing. I slid those two fingers down to circle and tease the opening to my body, and then slowly I pushed them into my body as deep as they would go and began to slide them in and out slowly. Paul elicited a groan, "If Chris had not just fucked you I would so be licking those fingers, just the thought of tasting you..." He trailed off as a shudder passed over his entire body. Paul closed his eyes for a moment to gain a bit of control over his body. I slid my fingers out of my body and up to massage my clit. His eyes opened again just as my left hand came down to assist. Fingers from each hand held my pussy open to allow my right forefinger to make slow circles around my clit, teasing it out from under its hood. Every so often I would quickly rub my finger over it moving from side to side sending a thrumming sensation deep within my body which caused me to arch my back slightly, only to go back to the slow circular massage with a begrudging groan. I wasn't the only one who let out a begrudging groan, Paul's hand which had been sliding considerably faster over his fully erect cock now slowed to the same slow pace as my finger. I licked my lips as I watched his hand slide up and down his cock. It appeared like he applied more pressure as he stroked from base to tip, loosening his grip just slightly to slide back down. His wrist gave a slight twisting motion as he moved his hand up and down his hard shaft. My eyes took it all in wishing that it was my hand doing the stroking instead of his. We followed the same fast and slow rhythm, letting the excitement build in our bodies as we watched each other manipulate our own body. I could feel the familiar sensation building within me and with a moan I turned my head to the side to slide deeper into my pleasure. My forefinger sliding over my clit faster and faster, dispensing the small thrills of pleasure every couple of passes. Club Candy "Mmmm Paul...getting close," I said, my voice coated with arousal. "Me too...do it now...cum with me now," was all he could say before he growled loudly. Several hot shots of his cum landed on my chest and abdomen as my body gave in to its own pleasure. I noticed that there was a small amount of cum on the tip of his dick, mischievously I sat up and leaned forward. I looked up at him silently asking if I could lick it off. With his trademark roguish grin he nodded yes and I proceeded to lick all cum off of the tip, making sure to get every last drop, silently noting that while he breathed power he actually tasted kind of sweet. With a final shudder he gently pushed me away. We used the napkins to wipe his cum off of my chest and stomach. We redressed and he unlocked the door to the room. We sat for a bit waiting for the guys to come back. I cannot say for certain what was on his mind, but I was thinking to myself how unfortunate it was that he was married. I would have loved to feel his cock invade my body, claiming it in the same way that Jeff and Chris had done. As if he knew what I was thinking he turned to me and a lustful smile graced his lips. I was in the process of telling him what he inspired in my mind, when Jeff and Chris re entered the room. Both men were sweating and flushed. I grinned, "And just what have you two been doing," I asked teasingly. "Not what you are insinuating you bad girl," said Jeff. They both came towards me, pouncing on the couch one on each side of me. Their hands descended onto my body, both of them tickling me too no end. I was laughing so hard that my sides started to hurt. Finally, they let me up to catch my breath and I had to groan as the ache in my sides grew just a bit as I sat forward. We all sat and talked for a bit longer. Chris and Jeff recanted their adventures out in the club to Paul and me. Eventually, we all decided that it was time to head back to the hotel. The elevator worked perfectly and before long we were all standing outside of my room. I had to end it here; I was exhausted from the entire day's activities. The guys were in complete agreement that I needed my rest. I kissed Paul goodnight, just a chaste kiss on the cheek. Chris however had a different idea about what his kiss was going to be. As I turned to him he grabbed me and gently pressed me into the wall with his body, his kiss was every bit as fierce and hungry as his desire for me. He left me breathless and unable to form a clear thought for a moment. I recovered quickly though and walked towards my door, opening it I heard Jeff clear his throat. "Umm don't I get a kiss," he asked. I turned to him, "Yes you do. After our shower though, just because I am physically worn out doesn't mean that I want to sleep alone tonight," I replied. A grin appeared that said he loved the idea. He turned to Paul and Chris and gave a small wave before following me into my room. We ended the night with a shower, snuggling close under the blankets after we had dried off. I felt him kiss my forehead lightly just before his warmth closed in around me and pulled me down into a deep sleep. The adventure continues... End Chapter 2