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Negotiation

By: littlewildone



I was going to be in his neck of the woods, for business, for a few days, and although my first instinct had been to call and tell him that I was coming, I decided not to.  I was thinking that the element of surprise would work much better to my advantage for what I had in mind.

We had been lovers once, long ago, but had gone our separate ways.  Not because there had been any kind of “break up”, but because the timing had been wrong.  We had a wonderful relationship while we were together.  We fed off each other intellectually, we competed, in a healthy way, and we had great sex.  

Only recently, we had gotten back in touch, via the net, but we were living 800 miles away from each other.  We spent time writing stories for one another, and emailing them back and forth.  I was quite excited when I found that I would be traveling to the city where he lived, on business.  It would be a great opportunity to put some of the imagination that we had been using on one another to the test.  He was a great guy, and I was really looking forward to spending some time with him, and sitting on the plane during the trip gave me a chance to let my imagination get the better of me.  By the time the plane set down at the airport, I was already horny, very horny, from thinking about what I wanted to do to him.

As I stepped off the airplane, it occurred to me that he would still be at work for a few hours.  I didn’t really care for the prospect of having to wait.  Waiting wasn’t something that I did very well when I knew what I wanted.  So, I decided NOT to wait.  I grabbed my luggage, rented a car, and set off for his office.  I figured that I would surprise him at the office, and let him know that I was in town.  At least if he knew that I was in town, maybe he could clear his schedule for the evening, and we could spend some time together.  

I made my way to his office and found a parking place.  On the way into the building, I paused for a second to take in my reflection in the glass.  I surveyed the “maybe just a little too short” business skirt, suit jacket, and stockings, all black, of course.  I made a note that to anyone else, I looked like a business professional, walking into the office on business.  From the outside, no one else could tell what I was wearing under that suit, fortunately.  

I entered the office, and spoke to the receptionist, telling her that I needed to see him, and that “No”, I didn’t have an appointment.  She walked off, and I found it ironic that although I wasn’t there for business, I really did NEED to see him at that point.  As I found a chair in the waiting room, the receptionist returned, telling me that he would be with me in a few minutes.  I nodded my understanding, and thanked her.

My mind started to wander.  I thought back to the times that we had been together.  Those had been great times.  I thought about all the wonderful, steamy stories that we had exchanged.  He had such a way with words, painting vivid pictures in my mind.  I started thinking about one story in particular, about a trip he made to my hometown.  That story had given me great insight into his libido.
I was suddenly snapped from my reverie when the receptionist announced, “Ma’am, he’ll see you now.”

I rose from the chair, walked across the reception area, and casually said to the receptionist, “Please, hold all his calls, this might take a while.”  She raised an eyebrow, but nodded as I went by.

As I entered the office, he said, “Please, have a seat, I’ll be with you in a minute”, but he never looked up from the stack of papers on his desk.

“I think I would rather stand.”  I said.

At this point, he looked up.  Shock is not even a strong enough word to describe the look on his face.  “I never expected to look up from my work and find you standing here.  What are you doing here?”  He said.

“I’m in town on business, but I had to see you.”  I replied.

I walked across the room, and around his desk, and as I came to stand next to him, he tried to rise from his chair.  “Don’t get up.”  I said, and pushed him back down into his chair.  I pushed his chair back from the desk a little, and sat on the desk directly in front of him.  

“Quite frankly, all of this story writing has taken its toll on me.  I can’t seem to sleep at night without being haunted by images of you…. of us together.”  I said.  “And, I have come to the conclusion that the only thing that is going to give me any peace is to fulfill the fantasy.  I want you, and I want you right here, right now.”

“ I am in the middle of work!”  He said.  

“I told your secretary that we had a lot of work to get done, and that she needed to hold all your calls until we were finished.” I said, as I walked over and locked his office door.  I came back around to the side of the desk where he sat, and lifted my right leg, placing my right foot on the arm of his chair.  “So, we shouldn’t be interrupted.  But, if you aren’t interested…………” 

My voice trailed off at that point because I had lost my concentration.  He had reached up and was running his hand up and down the length of my leg, over the silky smoothness of my thigh-high stockings, giving me the answer that I had hoped for.  He was definitely interested.  

He traced the inside of my thigh from my knee up.  He audibly sucked in his breath when he realized that I wasn’t wearing any underwear under my skirt.  I leaned back, and placed my left leg on the other arm of his chair, inviting him to explore further.  He started planting warm kisses on the inside of my thighs, and running his hands over my ass at the same time.  His fingers stopped suddenly, and I knew that he had found the lace garter belt that I had picked out especially for him.  He paused long enough to snap the elastic lightly, letting me know of his approval of my choice.

His kisses worked their way up in a painfully slow trail, until he reached the sensitive spot between my hairline and my hip.  His breath fell so close to my pulse, there, that it made my blood boil.  I spread my legs farther, giving him full access to me, and was rewarded as he snaked his tongue in a path inward, finding out just how much I wanted him.  I was literally dripping with my desire for him.  The anticipation of what was to come was so overwhelming, I had to bite my lip so as not to cry out as he parted me with his hands and ravaged my pussy with his mouth.  I pushed his paperwork aside and lay back on the desk, surrendering to him, but keeping my head raised so that I could maintain eye contact with him as he licked me.  He looked so sexy, there, between my legs.  My hips rose eagerly to meet each stroke of his expert tongue-lashing, and I reached my hand around the back of his head to pull him closer.

I was so turned on by the sights, sounds, and sensations.  My breath quickened, and my pulse raced.  I felt like the whole room was spinning.  “I am going to cum ……all over your face………. “  I told him between gasping breaths.  His reply was a long, low moan.  At just the right moment, he pushed a finger inside me, and that coupled with his diligent work on my clit sent me over the edge.  I was cumming, HARD.  My body was overtaken with wave after wave of spasms.  Realizing that I was cumming, he removed his finger, and replaced it with his tongue, lapping up my juices as they flowed from me.

As I floated back down to reality, he rose up, took me in his arms, and kissed me deeply, allowing me to taste myself on his mouth.  Our tongues danced playfully in each other’s mouths, and I reached down, finding his rock hard cock straining against the fabric of his slacks.  I unfastened his belt, and worked the zipper of his pants loose, and his cock sprang forth eagerly.  

I tugged his pants down, pushed him gently back into his chair, and dropped to my knees in front of him.  I wanted to return the favor that he had so generously bestowed on me.  I had been looking forward, for months, to wrapping my lips around his beautiful cock.  My mouth was watering at the thought.  I licked my lips, and rubbed the head of his cock back and forth over them.  I snaked my tongue out and licked the underside of him, from base to tip, finding a shiny pearly of pre-cum nestled in the tip.  I caught it on the tip of my tongue, and pulled away slowly, relishing the taste of what was to come.  Keeping my lips tight, I took him into my mouth, sucking in the entire length of him, until he was lodged deeply in my throat.  I pulled back until just before he slipped from my mouth, and quickly sucked him back into my mouth.  I worked my tongue up and down the underside of his shaft with each stroke.  

His breathing matched the rhythm of his cock sliding in and out of my mouth.  I could feel his pulse coursing through him.  He reached out with his right hand and placed it in the crook of my neck, gaining leverage as he started to thrust into my hungry mouth.  I let him set the pace at this point, sensing his need.  I looked up at him, and his eyes locked onto mine.  “Yeah, baby, suck it.”  His words were barely a whisper.

Suddenly, the phone rang.  “Damn!” He cursed, picking up the receiver.  “I am tied up right now, can’t this wait?”  He said to the person on the other end of the line, without ever breaking eye contact with me.  “Tell Dwight that I am at a crucial point in negotiating this contract, and I will have to call him back when I am done!”  He said with a devilish grin, and with that, he slammed down the receiver.

Through all this, he never broke eye contact with me.  So, when his head rolled back, and his eyes closed, I knew that he was very close.  I reached up and kneaded his balls, feeling them tighten just before I felt him shoot a load of hot, sticky cum deep into my throat.  I pulled back a little as he pumped the rest of his load into my eagerly waiting mouth.  I wanted to taste him.  

I continued to hold him in my mouth, sucking gently as he caught his breath.  He pulled me up to him, kissing me again, the tastes of us mingling together.  He unbuttoned the front of my blouse, exposing my black lace bra.  He traced kisses down my neck and chest as I unbuttoned the front of his shirt.  He reached down and slid my skirt up until it was around my waist, exposing the black garter belt.  He paused for a minute, taking it in.  Then he pushed everything on his desk over to one side, and without taking his arms from around me, gently laid me back on the desk again.  

I wanted him so badly.  I needed to feel him inside me.  He rubbed the head of his cock up and down the entrance to my pussy, teasing me beyond reason.  I grabbed at his ass, pulling him to me, and he slid into me in one smooth movement.  He filled me so completely that I could feel his balls pressed against my ass.  

I wrapped my legs around his waist as he drove deeply into me with unbridled need.  My hips bucked up to meet him, thrust for thrust.  I nestled up against his ear, and whispered, “Oh, yeah…. Fuck me, baby…just like that.  You feel sooo good.”   I fell him tense, and knew that he was about to cum.  This sent me over the edge.  We came together, holding on to one another as though we would be swept away if we let go.  

We lay still, there on top of the desk, locked in each other’s arms, for a long time.  I was afraid to move for fear that I would wake up only to find that this had been another dream.  He looked up at me and said; “Now that’s what I call successful negotiation.”


Negotiation



This story is intending as the concluding part to the stories "Spanish Contract: Jeff" and "Christmas Function". It would be beneficial to read the other stories prior to reading this one. Thanks.

*

As far as he was concerned, Jeff's resignation was inevitable. He really had not been very productive after the trip to Spain. Before that he had often spent a few idle minutes wondering what the boss's daughter looked like naked. Since then he spent almost very minute remembering what she looked like naked. Her forays through the office did not help. Neither did the company social events. Jeff was fresh from a pretty close call at the Christmas function.

Anyway, it was not the greatest job he ever had and he was not sorry to see the back of it. The old man seemed taken aback, "sorry to see you go....blah...blah...blah...etc". He wrote his resignation letter while still fuelled with the events of the Spanish trip, so some four months later he decided it best to redraft with less detail, more or less just "I'm leaving."

"Anything you would like to say before you leave us?" The managing Director enquired on his last day.

"Your daughter has a great pair of tits." Jeff felt like saying it, but decided it was probably best not to. So he moved on, moved town, he needed to forget about it, start again.

*

Eight months on and the boss's daughter Gill rarely entered his mind.

Venessa was a different story. She had been the company's sales rep. Jeff thought about her a lot, he could not work out what it was that she had over him. She was attractive, well spoken, elegant, ruthless maybe. Her aggressive manner made her unapproachable, but more desirable. The last time he saw her was from a wardrobe in the hotel at the Christmas party. He only narrowly avoided detection by pretending to be asleep when she opened it and had to make his escape on hands and knees in the early hours of the morning.

Venessa had been on the Spanish trip too. He had masturbated in front of her, which made it easy to recall. But he had seen her naked too, seen her long slims legs, her athletic frame, glistening with sweat, he had been within touching distance of her firm round rear, he could still smell her hot, moist pussy.

"Jeff, I've just been speaking to your old company."

"Funny, I was just thinking about them."

Arnie stood behind Jeff's chair, hands in pockets.

"We are most likely going to accept their tender to supply the valves for the Mark four. Do you think they can handle it?"

"I don't see why not. It's their game."

"They're sending someone up tomorrow to give us some bullshit. Can you come down, you'll be better than anyone at smelling the bullshit out."

"No problem."

Arnie departed. Jeff started to think about who would come up. He knew who he wanted to come up and he was not going to get much sleep tonight thinking about it.

*

Jeff was in early and slightly better dressed than usual. He paced about for half an hour before anyone else arrived. He then settled down at his desk, waiting to be called.

After simply ages, Arnie passed through the office.

"Jeff, you ready."

"I'll be down in a second." Jeff feigned industry for a few moments to let Arnie go. If Venessa did not turn up he was going to be sorely disappointed. He loitered at the top of the steps until he could hear the voices in the foyer. Then he heard hers. Time to go down.

"You'll remember Jeff." Arnie said.

"Of course." Venessa reached forward and coolly greeted him. "Firm handshake as always, Jeff."

"Nice to see you, Venessa, I'm looking forward to the presentation. Although I'm sure I won't see anything I haven't seen before."

"I expect not. I hope you can keep your eyes open."

Arnie stepped in front of them, "The meeting room's all ready to go. Shall we begin?"

*

Venessa was good. She gave them the full works. Jeff had no interest in the blurb, but that is not to say he was not enthralled. Venessa finished up and Arnie brought the meeting to a close. Everyone filed out. Arnie stopped Jeff.

"Nothing there that worries you?"

"No."

"Good, I think we're going for it, makes sense, we'll discuss the details of the contract this afternoon with the board when she's gone back to her hotel. You won't really be needed there Jeff. But I'll be going over to her hotel for dinner this evening to discuss the result, you should come along, seeing as you know each other."

"Consider me in." Jeff was going to have a slow afternoon.

Jeff's slow afternoon was in fact only interrupted once. Arnie stamped over to him late in the day.

"Jeff, look, bit of a domestic upheaval, I've got to go home. We've decided on th contract, you'll be ok going over to the hotel and signing for us, we've ironed everything out, except the price."

"The price?"

"Yeah, look, you know our ceiling, we're definitely not going over it, but we're not expecting you to negotiate, so just sign it off."

Arnie stomped out coat in hand. Negotiating with Venessa? He had done that before and ended up naked and jerking off in front of her. Jeff was curious to see how it would go this time.

*

Jeff walked into the hotel lobby and looked around. He was exactly on time, but he had to walk around the car park about twelve times in order to be so. He went up to the reception, there was no-one there and he was just contemplating how hard to press the bell when Venessa interrupted him.

"On time, how obedient. I have a table inside, why don't you come through." She turned and walked through the dining room door. Jeff followed.

By the time he went through she was already seated. He took his chair opposite.

"Hi Venessa, look, about the contract."

"Jeff, relax, why can't we have a nice dinner. We'll talk about it afterwards."

"Right." Venessa not talking business was a little unexpected but she was also right, he should relax. Jeff took off his jacket, hung it on the back of the chair and picked up the menu. The food would be free too.

*

The meal went well, Jeff even said a few funny things and Venessa laughed. Venessa said a few funny things too, he laughed. He momentarily forgot the matters at hand and started to wonder how things might have gone if it all did not get so drunkenly out of hand on that trip.

Finally the deserts were cleared.

"Business to attend to, Jeff. Ugly I know, but it is why we are here."

"Of course, look there is one thing I want to clear up about that..."

"Sorry, Jeff I don't have the forms, they are in my room, if you'll come upstairs, we can get down to business there."

Venessa stood up and without waiting for a response she walked out of the restaurant. The thought of going up to her room froze him for a moment, then Jeff scrambled for his jacket and followed her, just catching her at the lift.

Venessa took him to the room door, inserted the key, and led him inside. The room had a small table with a chair either side, as well as a large double bed. The table had a few documents neatly piled on it. Venessa sat down.

"Look, Venessa, about the price, I'm not going to negotiate with you. I know you, you'll eat me for breakfast. Arnie gave me the top line, it's sixty three pounds a unit. Take it."

Venessa started to write something.

"That's interesting news Jeff."

Jeff sat on the other chair.

"So we'll call it sixty three. I know your company remember, there's margin enough for you."

"Of course there is." Venessa was still writing, then she stopped and looked up, looked straight at him. "You know I'm not going to settle for that."

"Come on, I've already caved. Anyway I'm just not authorised to go any higher."

"Not even one pound higher?"

"No, like I said, that's it."

"But your signature is still binding?"

"Well, yeah..."

"Good." Venessa leant back in her chair. "I was beginning to think I had wasted my time inviting you up."

Jeff was feeling a little uncomfortable, she was examining him.

"Not even one more little pound?" She said slowly, as if she was a small child denied her favourite toy.

"I just said."

"Jeff, let's say we call it sixty four pounds and I'll take off my dress."

Jeff laughed. Then stopped. She looked very serious.

"We're not teenagers."

"No, Jeff, we're negotiating a very grown up business deal, which involves one hundred and fifty units a month for three years. You have to be careful."

Jeff needed to make a sober decision, but he also wanted to see the dress on the floor.

"I haven't been in my job that long, Venessa, I can't just..."

"But I think you will, Jeff. You made the deal, Jeff, big decision, you didn't let it get away for the sake of one pound."

Jeff knew he was not going to say no.

"Go on. Sixty four."

"That wasn't that hard was it."

Venessa pushed her chair back, took two strides into the centre of the room and reached around the back of her neck. The dress fell to the floor. She was every bit as lithe and sexy as he remembered, standing confidently in front of him in her black bra and panties, sheer black stockings down to her heels. 

"I'm just going to refresh my palate, would you like a glass of water?"

Jeff's throat was bone dry, but he shook his head anyway. Venessa walked past him, brushing his shoulder with her hand as she did do, and entered the bathroom.

Jeff heard the tap running. Where was this heading? He didn't know what to do with himself. Fiddling with his hands, he picked up the contract, and he noticed one thing straight away. She had already written the price in. And it was seventy pounds per unit!

Jeff's head swam. She had just dropped her dress for a pound. There were another six pounds to go to get to seventy. The tap stopped running. He nervously returned the paperwork to where he thought it was. Venessa was only wearing stockings, a bra, panties, they were three things, not six. Jeff was starting to harden. His negotiating skills were going to be tested alright.

Venessa re-entered the room and sat on the bed, glass of water in hand.

Jeff took out his pen. "We'll call it sixty four pounds then."

"Aren't you curious to see what else I'll do?"

"No." It was the most blatant lie Jeff had ever told.

Venessa started to undo the straps of her heels.

"What are you doing?"

"Jeff, I hardly expect you to pay to see me take off my shoes. You don't have a thing for feet do you?"

"No."

Venessa completed the job, then got up and walked back over to the table. She sat down and ran her eye over the papers as if there might be some instruction there.

"Jeff. I'm sure your company could manage sixty five."

"This is fun but my hands are tied."

"Ooh, now that would cost you two pounds." Venessa smirked. "I tell you what, we'll call it sixty five and I'll take off my stockings."

"Venessa, I've seen your legs, you weren't wearing stockings this morning. Stockings are not worth another pound."

Venessa stood up and leaned over the table, Jeff was inches from her cleavage.

"But it will cost you a pound, because that's the game." Venessa walked back to the bed and raised her left foot onto the sheets. "Shall I begin?"

Jeff was beginning to sweat now. He knew she had a plan to get seventy. This was just the beginning.

"Sixty five." He said.

Venessa rolled a stocking down. She turned, repeated with the other leg, running her hands down her smooth thighs. When both stockings were at her feet she lay down on the bed, leant back and, extending her feet toward Jeff, used her toes to flick the stockings to the floor. God, she could have been a professional stripper.

"Sixty five, I think you'll agree it was worth it." She said.

"I'll take my trousers off to get back to sixty three."

Venessa laughed really hard. "That's why I like you Jeff, you're funny."

There was no debate about who held all the chips here. Venessa looked fantastic, lying on the bed, Jeff was absolutely killing himself to see the rest.

"You know what's next, Jeff. Let's say two pounds for the bra."

"Sorry Venessa."

Venessa sat up. "Oh, worried about spending your classmates' lunch money?"

"No. If I paid a pound for the stockings, then it's a pound for the bra. That's the game remember."

"Very good. You're a very quick learner."

Venessa stood, she walked behind Jeff and stopped, he did not want to seem too desperate so he didn't look back. Her bra was dropped in his lap from over his head and she returned to the bed, where she turned to face him, displaying her fantastic breasts, and sat, her legs ever so slightly spread.

"That's sixty six." She ran a finger around the inside of the waistband of her underwear. "We both know you'll go for sixty seven."

Jeff didn't say anything.

"I think all three of us know." She grinned.

Jeff couldn't cross his legs right now, even if he wanted to.

Venessa stood again. She slowly stretched her panties out to one side, then the other, before hooking her thumbs inside and pushing them to the floor. She kicked them away, and walked past him again, standing behind him, she lowered her mouth to his ear.

"You drive a very hard bargain."

"Sixty seven. This will probably cost me my job."

Venessa nibbled at his ear. "Well then, you have nothing to lose, do you?"

Jeff couldn't think straight at all. If the contract was right, then there were another three pounds still to play for. He wondered if he should suggest something, she must be prepared, she knew what she had written as much as he did.

She was gently massaging his shoulders. It felt great and he was very tense, but he wanted to see her in front of him, she looked so good completely naked.

"Jeff, I think we might as well add another pound to the total."

"You're naked now. I don't think there's anything left to give." Jeff waited, he was dying to hear what she would say next.

Venessa whispered in his ear. "You're just not using your imagination."

She walked around in front of him and stood over him, placing a hand on each arm of his chair.

"For another pound I'll give you the best blow job you ever had."

Jeff couldn't speak, he just wanted to say yes, but he was dry, in the end he just nodded, Venessa smiled and knelt in front of him. As she unzipped his trousers and unleashed his rigid member, she squeezed a bead of precum out, which ran down his length. She eyed it keenly, before diving down, and catching it with her tongue which she ran all the way back to the top.

This was going to be the best pound he ever spent.

She stroked his penis slowly, full, long strokes, looking at him, she smiled. He was not going to last long, he was surprised he didn't explode in his pants ten minutes ago.

She leant in, and took his tool deep into the back of her throat. Twisting her lips around his swollen head. He was ready. She deliberately sank down his length and he came hard and fast. She took all of it, licked him clean and stood up. She retrieved her glass of water.

"I thought I would be needing this." She took a swig and put the glass down on the table and moved over to the bed. "When you're ready again, I'd like you to give me another pound. Right here, on the bed." She slowly drew her legs apart, as she lay back on her elbows.

Jeff could not get his clothes off fast enough. His underwear was sodden with sweat. When his shorts hit the floor he stepped up to her, he was a little uncertain, she had called the shots up until now. He felt like he needed instruction. None came, instead Venessa reached out for his arm and pulled him on top of her.

His head found the cleft between her breasts, he turned left and right, licking and kissing her hard nipples. She was soft and warm beneath him, he raised himself above her, but was only there for a brief moment. She twisted beneath him and finding his shoulder with her palm she pushed him over onto the bed, pinned him to the mattress and sat astride him. He was hardening again, slowly recovering from before. She rubbed her pussy over his cock repeatedly, all the time leaning forward and kissing, sucking, licking his face, then his chest.

As he stiffened she slid over him, and tensing her flat stomach to hold him inside her she rocked him back and forth. Having been drained only a few moments previously, he lasted a long time under her onslaught. She was on fire, dripping over his groin, she ran her hand around his head, grabbed his hair, pulling him back into the pillows. Her soft moans broke into loud screams. In the end he came again, deep into her, and she collapsed alongside him, her damp thigh closed around his waist.

"I have a little confession to make, Jeff." She whispered. "I've already written seventy pounds into the contract."

She ran a finger down his chest, past his navel.

"When you're ready again, I'd like to earn that one too."

*

Jeff was in to work a little late the next day, envelope in hand. He saw Arnie in the foyer.

"All signed off." He asked.

"In there." Jeff handed over the envelope.

"I trust you didn't go over our limit of seventy three pounds."

Jeff shrugged.

"Actually, Arnie, I was pleasantly surprised."



Negotiation Mode



Note: To refute the assumption that I can't write a story that doesn't actually contain a description of the sex act, I present this. I hope this story stands on its own, because it'll almost certainly end up with the lowest rating I've had yet. So be it!

It was the third power outage this month, and I was getting tired of calling the same recorded voice, pushing the required selection of buttons, then being told it would be "X" number of hours before our service would be reinstated. I snuggled further down inside my blankets, relishing the warmth of the sheets against my naked body, but knowing I had to get out of bed at some point. Then I made a decision. If I couldn't have heat, I was going somewhere warm, dammit!

It had been unseasonably cold for Southern California, and our apartment was never equipped for such chilly temperatures. We had only an inadequate space heater and the kitchen oven. The bedroom seemed to be getting colder by the minute. Reluctantly, I climbed from beneath the blankets. Brrrrrrr! My body was a mass of gooseflesh. Still, I had to admit the cold was somewhat invigorating. It made me feel sexy and horny. My husband, of course, was at work, so there was no relief to be found there. Well, at least he was staying warm, I thought glumly. 

Rummaging quickly through my dresser, I found a pair of black stretch pants I'd bought for just such weather two years ago and had promptly forgotten. I pulled them on, assaying the way they looked in the mirror. I liked the way they wrapped tightly around my thighs, putting the ripe plum of my pubic mound on display. I didn't care for the line of the panties I had put on beneath, though, so I stripped again and eliminated them. There, that was better! Going commando felt so much more erotic.

Next up was a bulky sweater, but the way it felt against my skin was annoying, so I ditched it in favor of a bright orange knit top that hugged my bare breasts like a pair of soft hands. It left my waist mostly bare, but the neckline was cut nicely, just deep enough to show a lot of lightly tanned cleavage. I posed in front of the mirror, thrusting my chest out and making cheeky faces at myself. Flipping my hair over one shoulder, I decided I looked good. I also suspected that when I took my jacket off, my nipples would be standing out like marbles from the cold! 

I hate wearing hats, but I had a black knit cap that matched my pants, and with my black down jacket, I now had an ensemble. I headed for my car.

The drive downtown was short and brisk. My heater barely had a chance to warm up, and my cheeks were still flushed from the cold when I parked and headed into my favorite coffee shop. 

"Tori! My favorite pretty girl!"

That was Armando, the owner. He was at his usual place behind the counter, wearing the sleeveless white t-shirt and white cook's pants he apparently wore every day of his life. He took both my hands in his over the counter, ignoring the well-dressed couple standing before the counter when I walked in, and exclaimed loudly that I looked good enough to eat. I glanced at the couple, and noticed her scowl and his grin. The man was nodding slightly, and his eyes were appraising me. They captured mine. Bright blue and sensual, they were sexy eyes, in spite of his being at least 20 years my senior. I could fuck this guy, I thought. I couldn't help but wonder if his expression of interest indicated that he was thinking along those same lines.

"Armando, can I get a cup of hot chai tea once you've waited on these nice people?" I asked, not wanting to offend. I pulled my hands from his and stepped back.

"Of course," he said, "but these are not just customers, Tori. These are the Gwynn's, the landlords of this building." His voice turned dark. "They say I gotta leave, I don't get the lease paid up." 

"What???" I turned to the couple, appraising them as I did. They were late middle-aged, both attractive people. His hair was silver-gray, but she looked older than he. They exuded wealth, both through their expensive clothing and their bearing. 

"Hi," I said, "I'm Tori." I extended my hand. She ignored me, but the man took my hand and shook it immediately. His hand was strong and warm. I felt a little shock when he touched me that I wasn't entirely sure was static electricity. He spoke, and his voice was as inviting as his hand. 

"Nice to meet you, Tori," he said. His eyes dropped to my open jacket after meeting mine, and I wondered if my nipples were already on display. Then they settled even lower. I could literally feel his gaze caressing my body. After he relinquished my hand, I found myself breathing just a little harder, and I was acutely aware that I was naked beneath my stretch pants. Wow! 

We had a short conversation before his wife cut in and announced that they had to leave. He handed me a business card from his jacket pocket as she walked out the door. "Call me sometime," he said under his breath, then followed her out. I glanced at the card, but didn't have a pocket to put it in, so I held it while Armando prepared my chai, then I sat. Laying the card face up on the table top, I read it for the first time. It announced, rather pretensiously I thought, Bernard Gwynn, Ph.D, M.A., LLC. Below that, it had a cell phone number.

"Armando," I asked, "what do these people do?"

He explained that they owned a number of properties in the city, and clued me into the rumor that most of their money came from her side of the family. "But she's a cold one," he said. "She's the one wants to throw everybody out and build a new business complex in our place. Him, I just think he goes along." 

I was turning something over in my mind. I would have loved to help Armando, but the thought of dealing intimately with Bernard Gwynn wasn't exactly lost on me, either. I had to admit I was very attracted to him. I wondered if the attraction was one-sided. My thoughts weren't exactly philanthropic as I dialed his number on a whim. When he answered, his now-familiar voice touched me in a place I secretly hoped his hands might. 

"Hello? This is Bernard Gwynn." 

I knew he wouldn't recognize my number, and I knew he'd be with his wife as well, so I chose my words carefully. "Mr. Gwynn, this is Tori. We just met at the coffee shop. I hope you don't mind me calling you so soon." 

I waited. 

"One minute," he said abruptly, then there was a silence. I hoped I hadn't put him in a bad spot. I imagined his wife saying, "Who is that, Bernie? Why are you looking like that?" and him replying, with his hand over the phone, "It's some nobody, dear. I'll brush her off." Instead, when he came back on the phone, his voice was warm and sensuous. 

"Well, Tori, I was hoping you'd call. I just didn't dare hope it would be this soon." Then he sounded worried. "Is everything okay?"

I assured him everything was fine, and asked if he was okay to talk. He told me he was, and added, "In fact, I just got into my apartment. I'm only a few blocks from where you are. I can probably see the shop from here. Are you still there?"

I said I was, then brought up the subject of Armando's lease. "I wondered," I said cautiously, "if there was any way I could help. You know, maybe smooth things over between him and your wife, buy him a little time; whatever." That sounded lame and he didn't answer, so I tried again. "If he isn't too far in arears, maybe I could help out." When he still said nothing, I added, "I like him very much. You know, as a businessman." 

Bernard cleared his throat. "Can I meet you out front?" he asked.

In less than five minutes a white Porsche pulled to the curb in front of my Miata. He got out and apologized for making me wait. "It's okay," I said, "I had chai, remember?" He opened the passenger door and waited while I slid into the seat. It was warm.  

"Heated seats?" I asked when he got in, and he nodded, smiling at me. I joked, "You might not get me out of here." 

He laughed aloud as he started the car and pulled away from the curb. "I might not want to," he said, then neither of us spoke while he drove the three blocks to his place. It was a high-rise with secured parking, and the guard at the gate triggered it up as soon as we rounded the corner, smiling politely as Bernard gunned the Porsche up the ramp. "I hope you don't mind me driving a little recklessly," he said, shifting gears as we tore into the corners and climbed ramp after ramp. 

"I have a Mazda," I said. As if that meant anything to him! "I'm used to grinding gears."

He laughed and put a hand on my thigh. "I could think of so many ways to interpret that," he said, and squeezed me quickly, then took his hand away to downshift as we glided toward a parking spot on the top floor. Once there, he shut off the engine and turned to me.

"I'm not quite sure why you called me, Tori, but I hope you're not considering paying on the lease on the coffee shop. I'd hate to take your money, though you may have your friend's best interests at heart." 

I assured him I didn't have money to give out. "I just wondered if I could find a way to convince you not to close him down," I said. I waited while he considered this, then added, "I hope I'm not speaking out of turn." I watched Bernard's face carefully, trying to assess what he might be thinking. 

At last he spoke. "Tori, am I reading too much into this? I mean, I hope I'm hearing you right. Are you..." He hesitated, not sure how to put his thoughts into words, something I assumed didn't happen often to him. Finally, he asked, "Is this an offer of your ... services ... in exchange for leaving the coffee shop alone?" 

I laughed. It sounded funny when he put it like that. It wasn't exactly what I was intending. Or was it? Looking into those eyes, it seemed like a very good idea. "Well, I'm not a whore..." I said, leaving the sentence dangling. He hurried to agree. 

"No, no! I'm sure you're not," he said. He hesitated a moment, then said, "Perhaps we ought to discuss this inside." 

His apartment was luxuriously decorated, as I had assumed it would be. The only thing that surprised me was the large painting of a young girl that hung over the sofa. She was nude, and very provocatively posed. He noticed me staring at it, and stated, "It's a fetish, I'm afraid. Oh," he hurried to add, "I don't do anything about it. I keep that on the wall mainly to make my wife nervous." Then he laughed. 

"Well, I may be a little old for you, then." 

I had no more than spoken the words. He moved to me and smoothly slipped an arm around my waist. As he pulled me to him, he reached up and slid the knit cap from my head. It fell to the floor behind me as his lips found mine, and we kissed, a long, seductive kiss. I had no doubt about what he had in mind, and I was completely into it, but I pushed him away as his hands went under my jacket to my waist. 

"First, let's talk about your plans for that block," I insisted. Perhaps I was trying to convince myself that I had more of an agenda than I actually had, but he took notice and studied my face, appraising me as he would a competitor. I had no doubt he noticed that my face was flushed with desire, or that my breathing was irregular and heavy. So much for having a poker face!

"Tori, it's obvious that you're no whore," he said, then rolled his eyes upward comically. "Hell, Armando couldn't afford you if you were! So what's your interest in that place?" 

Ugh! Negotiations. I was never much good at them, due to my submissive personality. I knew I was outclassed there, but I did have some bargaining power. I turned and walked to the breakfast bar, pulling off my jacket as I did. I knew he would be watching me. I dropped the jacket on the floor and turned, feeling his eyes shift from my ass to my chest. I leaned back with my elbows on the bar and waited for his eyes to meet mine. 

"I like the place, Bernard. I like Armando. I like having someone know my name when I walk into a place."

He snorted. "Hell, I doubt you have much of a problem there, Tori." 

His eyes kept drifting back to my nipples, which were making stark impressions upon the knitted fabric of my top, and to my bare tummy. Those crunches were worth it, I thought, as he walked over to me. As expected, his hands went to my waist again, and he exhaled softly as he ran them around to my back, pulling me close. "So what are you offering?" he asked.

I pushed him away for the second time. "I'm not," I said, with what I hoped was a sense of finality. "Honestly, I'm not sure what I was doing when I called you, Bernard. I found you attractive. Armando had a problem. It seemed..." 

I leaned over and picked up my jacket. "This was probably stupid," I said, and headed for the door. As I reached it, it clicked. I turned, angrily staring at him. He was holding a remote, and his expression was hard to read. "What? Are you going to kidnap me?" I asked, my voice almost a shout. "Refuse to let me leave until I fuck you?" 

"No, of course not," he said smoothly, then walked toward me. I stiffened, but his expression didn't seem violent or calculating. His eyes were soft, almost pleading. "I reconsidered," he said softly. "Tori, I have to tell you. That place doesn't mean anything to me or Ingrid. It's just numbers, a project to make even more money."

I waited, my breathing on hold. 

"We don't have to do anything with it except collect rent. It's paid for. I can tell Ingrid that there are circumstances that will make it more trouble than it's worth to rebuild." He took my hands in his. "I'm not lying. I honestly didn't consider the impact on anyone else. On you," he added. "Do you want me to draw up a document stating we won't be tearing anything down?" 

As his lips approached mine, I had already decided that wouldn't be necessary. Bernard's eyes didn't lie, and his lips sealed the deal far better than any handshake or signed papers. I melted into his kiss, not even aware that I'd dropped my jacket on the floor again, or that he'd dropped the remote.

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Armando was ecstatic when he heard the news, but I don't think he ever figured out how it came about. As for me, I don't go there anymore. One negotiation with Bernard was enough. The man was terrible in the sack! Besides, Ingrid and he have since divorced, and I'm not up for going to bed with her.



Negotiations



Good deeds are seldom performed for personal gain or selfish reasons. People do good deeds in order to help others, and reap only the satisfaction that the other person is better off. Sometimes, however, these two notions can meet, creating the word "opportunity." For me, I began to understand how the twain shall meet during one nondescript, still summer evening at home. I was in my late teens, and, my older sister, while just beginning her new tax accountant job, had yet to find a suitable apartment, so, she was, at least for now, living at home as well. Deb was fresh out of college, about 22 years old, and, long the object of my sexual energy. She knew this, and, from time to time, played along and sex-teased me with her body, comments, and other actions designed to get a physical rise out of her younger brother.

It began during the daytime. My sister came home from her new job a little early, with company-issued laptop and training manual in tow. Steadfastly, she went to work in her room, as evidenced by the constant tap-tap-tapping of her french-manicured nails on the keyboard. I made sure she took a few brief breaks by interrupting her numerous time for mundane reasons; The real reason was, she had changed into a pair of pink cotton shorts (a relic from her freshman year in college, I think), which tended to ride way up on her legs and define her ass very well. Additionally, it was certainly no secret to her that, besides having an affinity for her long nails and buxom chest, I had a thing for her kitten-smooth legs. She took a brief break to eat, and, I did the same. Getting back to her laptop, she became near-hysterical when she found that none of her work had been saved. "AHH! Three hours down the damn drain!" and "It's not here!! What the hell happened?"

Knowing she needed this for the next morning, and, also knowing it was an easy problem to solve, I told her I would help. Within a few minutes, I had her work saved, and, she was quite relieved. "Holy shit, do I owe you for this!" she piped up, "I mean it...This would have put me in deep crap if I lost it."

"Well," I posed to her, now getting wild ideas in my head, "I know nobody's going to be around tonight, at least until after midnight, if that," I said to her, with a hint of play in my eye. "So?" she answered. "So, Deb, here's what I want...I've always wanted to, just once, shave your legs for you..Can I do it?" Sitting on her bed, crossing her legs back and forth and running her sleek hands over them, she replied that she "found that to be an odd request," and that she'd have to think about it. "You're still attracted to me that way, J?" she asked, to my answer in the affirmative.

Gazing up at me with her lovely brown eyes, still with some blue shadow on them, she nods her head and states "Ok..You got it. But, that's it. And be careful. Don't be nicking me up in any sensitive areas!" Excited, I tell her to meet me in the bathroom. Standing by her bedroom door, I playfully rolled her shorts up slightly further, causing her to laugh and respond "hey, now.....don't be grabbin' my ass." Once in the bathroom, I sit her down on a chair I had obtained from a desk, and began to spread the shaving gel up and down her legs. Initially, this was fast-paced, but then, I decided to have fun with it and her by slowing down, really taking in her shapely gams and inching closer to her crotch. "Stretch out," I told her, "And, move them over a little" (meaning: spread 'em). Giggling, my sister complied, and chided me to "stop feeling her up and shave her darn legs already."

Placing the double-bladed women's razor on her left, front thigh, I began to shave her already smooth legs, inch by inch, trying hard to control myself being this close to her creamy thighs and cunt region. Maneuvering the razor in slow motions down her thigh and onto her shin, I realized I hadn't done the inside of the thigh, right smack-dab in the middle of her crotch. "Uh, Deb.." I said to her, "It's kinda hard to get the whole thigh here..I'm gonna have to move the shorts up some more." Laughing, but, containing herself, my sister flipped the shorts leg up some more, exposing the ending of her pussy hair through her panties. "Like thaaat??" she joked, "Does that make it...Less hard, or more hard??" Deb knew what she was doing to me all along. Continuing with the shaving, I finish up her left leg, and give it a good, long feel with both hands. "Ever get them this smooth, D?" I ask her. "Actually, no...You're doing a great job, especially since I know you got a stiff dick from this!"

Now blatantly obvious, I pointed downward to my hardened cock, and simply joked, in a lower-voiced tone, that "See what you do to me?" Proceeding with the other leg, I now had the freedom to contort and twist her lower body, in part to make the shaving easier, in part to lay my hands on her more and feel her up. Both were approved. My left hand had found it's way back to her finished, shaved leg, engaging in a mix of exploration and molestation. Deb stopped me just short of fingering her underneath her shorts, but, I could still pick up her slight sighs when I was caressing her inner thigh and feeling her pussy through and inside of her shorts. 

This was morphing into a hot sexual experience for us both. 'Hey, Debs.." I queried her, "Admit it....You knew all the time when I would come in at night and feel your body and hot legs, right?" Leaning back, tossing her tits skyward as I went about shaving her right leg and inner thigh area, my sister gave a nod and two-worded answer: "Mmmm-Hmmmm." Further emboldened due to getting away with it (very very often, mind you), I then questioned why she never approached the subject with me or the parents. "I liked the attention...I liked your touch...It was, whether you know it or not, very sensual." Had it not been for holding a razor in my hand, I would have hit the floor.

Finishing up the shaving job, followed by some steamy, silent and deep-stare leg caressing of my sister, I asked her to, just once, put on her high heels and leave the shorts on, so I could "see my work in action." Retreating to her closet, Debs pulled out a pair of black, very high heels, and placed them onto her feet. Walking down the hallway, I could feel the smoothness of the legs I was gazing at. Her walk had a side-shimmy to it, such that her ass was almost being tossed violently from side to side. "There...How's that?," she asked, now posing at the end of the hallway. "Fan-freaking-Tastic," I replied, adding that "the only thing that would make it better would be...," and, before I finished, her shirt was off, revealing only her lacy bra. "YES!" I exclaimed, approaching her for a light attack of her body and tits. Deb allowed me several dive-bombs into her chest, as well as my sneaky hand plummeting into the back of her shorts, feeling her ass with hard squeezes. She would jump at one or two particularly hard ones.

"OK, D, I have an idea..." I said, to her curious questioning. "I dare you to run outside, like that, right now, and stand in the street until a car comes by."

"Wait...Just in my shorts, bra, and these heels?" she asks, almost in disbelief. "No way...In here with you is one thing, but, not out there," she answered. Still, I knew there had to be a way to get her to do it, to show her body off. "C'mon, Debs..." I schmoozed to her, feeling her soft tummy. "Only until a car comes by..One car, that's it." Trying to bargain with me, she said she'd do it if she could put her shirt back on, even tie it up, or, take off her bra and jump up and down with her shirt on.. I held out for what I wanted. "Nope, sweet Debs..," I joked, "I want to be the one who shows you off..Like that, or, I easily remove your saved stuff on the laptop."

"Shit....OK, I'll do it!! One car, then, I am running back in here!" she said, sounding like she was up for the challenge. "Oh, and, by the way," I directed her, "You need to walk up and down, so the car can see your sexy walk and legs from behind.."

"You know, kinda be a streetwalker!" Now laughing a little, my hot and increasingly controlled sister agreed, saying "I will..Just watch me."

True to her word, and, adding more stiffness to my item, I watched as my sister traversed the road for 2 blocks, up and back, attracting car horns beeping, catcalls, and whistles. Deb returned to the house seemingly energized by this, adrenaline-rushed from the thrill. "That was FUN!" she says, throwing her arms in the air, "I was out there, showing it off!" and "It was all for YOU!" Intensely aroused, I close in on her, laughing, joking, and tell her I wanted "one more thing." Instantly, like a shot, she knew well what I wanted. "Lemme guess....You want to get naked and fuck me, don't you....You horny bastard you!"

"Bingo!" I said, already moving my hands up and down her body. "For god's sakes, Deb, I have wanted to get at this body for such a long time..Give it to me..Give it up to me.." I implored her. Stealing a liplock on her (which surprised her), I sealed the deal by bargaining with her that I'd do some of her computer work for as long as she wanted me to. I aimed to have this a reciprocating deal, a "sex for work" type of thing. I was no computer whiz, but, my sister had only a rudimentary understanding of them, so, I had her on that point alone.

Mulling this rather interesting offer for a few minutes, Deb turned to me, with a hint of nasty in her eyes, and informed me that "this is a deal that can get done, buddy." Raising her soft leg onto a chair, in deep, sexy thought, she decided to up the ante. "Tell you what..Make it the work help, AND, my next two oil changes in the car, and, I'll do it.," she posed. Since I did my own oil anyway, I agreed, and moved in to take her body. Grasping her by the waist, my sister exhaled a gentle sigh, watching my hands incestuously traverse her curves, thus releasing herself to both my and her own desires.

"J...Ohh, J...Show me what you've been wanting to do to me all this time..Does my body excite you?" she purred. My cock pulsated, and I rubbed against her, slamming into her crotch. Her sensual sighs still reverberate in my head to this day. This hot specimen of a woman, this goddess-like creature, was soon to be mine. "Come on," I tell her, "in your bedroom...I want you on your own bed." She leads me down the hallway and back into her room, where this whole adventure began. "All of my guys take their clothes off first...I get off seeing them hard first" she apprises me, resulting in a pile of what once clothed me on her floor. With my risen, stone-solid cock saluting her in full, Deb reached out to feel it. "Mmm...I like!" she says, as I move in and topple over her. My searching fingers found her shorts waist line, and promptly relocated the cotton shorts and panties to her ankles. Feeling the outside of her pussy for play, I slid two fingers inside her hole, causing her to shiver with excitement. "OH! NOW you have me!" she said, intoning that I definitely hit a pleasure spot. My hormones were raging, my mind racing, and, I simply took her over.

Flattening her to the mattress, her legs spread open awaiting the arrival of her brother's/controller's hardened chunk of manhood. The first entry proved golden, as direct penetration into her moistening pussy produced a breath heave from my sister's red-lipped mouth, tongue flailing in mid air. Wrapping her arms around my upper torso, I utilized that leverage to provide greater propulsion force, shoving my cock into her body's openings with the intensity of a hot lava rush. Deb let out several screams into her pillow, until the more animal side of me removed it, so as to hear my own womanly sister wailing in delight in full, unmuffled volume. Despite this violation of her clitoral walls at the hands of her younger brother, Debbie was becoming flush with satisfaction; Perhaps, she hadn't been quite taken like this before, to this nasty, forbidden, yet, truly pleasurable extent. Her orgasmic outbursts were tantamount to fulfilling of her own desires to be fucked, underneath her brother. This experience fed her taboo and sick side in many ways, and, I knew it.

Sliding my cock into her over and again, occasionally slamming it inside of her with a twinge of an intent of making it appear "forced," my sister was able to draw blood from my back, due to impaling me with her long, manicured nails. I devoured her mouth and lips as well, force-feeding my tongue down her throat, giving her precious little chance to exhale. Sexy Debbie was well on her way to being a trembling, hard-fucked body. Always loving her waist curves, I caressed her hips and waist as I plunged inside her, holding on to buffer the force of my item meeting her cunt. Suddenly, I transformed this sensual body feeling of her waist, to a deep, full-fisted squeeze of her waist and tummy, causing her to exhale like a smoker's cough. Those long, sexy, slender legs were now relegated to support beams, as she bent her knees to withstand the pressure of my body's ramming her own. The bed frame shook and cracked; Deb squealed high-pitched noises into the air and out the open window. Her reddened clam was taking me in, fully and entirely, as I felt my first body venom erupt. "I'M CUMMING!!!" I exclaimed to her, and decided to paint her flat, sexy stomach with my warm juices instead. "DO IT J!!" she wailed out into the night. "DO IT!!"

Rearing back ever so slightly, I let the juices flow, smearing her abdomen with my warm gel over and again, making sure to spread all I could over her mountainous tits. Head tilted back, all Deb could do was moan in delight as her brother spewed all over her at long last. This, however, was not enough for my flying sexual psyche, as I longed for more, longed to spew not just on her, but, inside of her as well. Feeling a renewed energy, my cock plunged back into her pussy, gearing up for more zone violation. "UUGGH" she moaned out, "Ahh...Ahh...more..noo noo..." Her sighs bounced off the walls like sunlight. "Yeah, Deb...I want..IN you!" to her deep, sensual approval moans. My cock sliding inside and out of my oldest sister, I was experiencing something that I had only read about in porn magazines, and, in my wildest "no way" dreams, had performed with her. 

Our speed quickened and Deb's legs began to give way underneath her. Her knees had gone from an upright position to flat, opening the window for me to position her sexy legs as far outward as I desired. Although my goal of positioning her in a perfect "T" position failed, I was still able to create significantly more direct entry space to her tired and widened hole. Eyes closed, my sister looked beautiful as I fucked her pussy; Never before had I seen her this angelic, this perfect, and this gorgeous. My hand caressed her face and lips as my cock entered her, pushing her to her very limits. When I finally had enough internal steam built back up, I decided to let loose inside of her pussy, making sure she KNEW I was doing it. "Mmm..Debs.....Feel my cum inside you...Take it, take all of it..I'm not pulling out," I whispered to her. Following a heavy, shriek-like sigh, my sister complied with my demand, and allowed me to spew fully inside of her, soaking up all that I had sprayed on her cunt walls. "OOOOHHHHYEEAHH!!!" she called out, seemingly at pleasure with my actions. Unsure of her birth control status, I never was sure what the odds were of a little me growing inside her perfect tummy; Since she had gotten her period several days later, I was assured that she had continued with her blue pills. 

This little show I made her put on for me earlier had had quite the effect; Now, I began to wonder if I could ever involve anyone else with it. After all, damn near all of my associates panted after her. Now that I knew what her sexual avenues were, I could maybe exploit them and her. We would negotiate this for another time, however, but, such would be accomplished. On one fall evening, my sister Deb would give the green light to taking on a friend and myself at the same time. 

As I have always said, everything in life is negotiable.



Negotiations



Author's Note: This story is a prequel to Business as Usual. It's the same characters but takes place a few months before. I'll eventually submit some artwork for it but I wanted to get the story posted soon as I had it finished. This is a 10k SEX ROMP with dialogue. It does have a plot but it's entirely buried within the chatting that takes place. Somewhere...

Enjoy! 

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There are fewer pleasures in life than being adored by a man who is both open-minded and enlightened. Case in point: My life is complex. The business I run involves intimate communication with many men on multiple levels of intimacy, including physical, of course. Elwin is not jealous of these encounters, not in the least, and he routinely joins in as his business often runs parallel to my own. Transactions, negotiations, connections and introductions are frequently conducted over sex.

Need to bring up the fee for a complex job? Offer to suck the client's cock. Want him to pay for the gear necessary to kill his nemesis? Tease him with a bit of rimming while you compliment the size of his balls. Need a good reference for a new client? Suggest a threesome, one hundred year old cognac and the best aged cheddar this side of Rosny. It's business as usual and the best kind.

I see you squirming in your seat, wondering exactly what kind of society does business transactions over sex and expensive liquor. What kind of morally depraved mad men are we? Well, we are just like you but we live more freely, more openly. Ours is not a society restricted by some archaic philosophy steeped in religion-bound ethics and driven by a fear of our sexuality. Ours is not a society wrapped up in a desperate need to control our fellows! We are powerful folks, among us elves capable of using magic to cure away the most determined STD from the lowliest prostitute. The result? A world as beautiful as it is free. With money and negotiation talents such as the kind Elwin and I are in possession of, anything can be had.

Dinner out with a client, you might say, takes on a whole new meaning when one lives as we do. Fine restaurants have private or mostly private rooms for certain business transactions that require more than pleasant conversation. Coercion comes in many forms. Sometimes, it involves sucking a cock, sometimes rimming an anus and sometimes allowing the client to mount you. Sometimes, it requires all of the above.

It is all in a day's work. All a part of routine negotiation.

And before you jump to the assumption that we are prostitutes, whores, I insist that we are not. We use sex as a tool, certainly, one which allows us the upper hand in many negotiations but we don't need it to make money. We do what we do for pleasure, for the thrill of feeling another set of hands on our bodies, a strange mouth upon our cocks, and the satisfaction of knowing we've won the battle.

As I write this, I look up at the clock staring at me from the mantle across the room. It is late afternoon, about four. Elwin walks in, his rain cloak thrown over his shoulder, the edge hooked by the tips of his fingers. He smiles at me and swoops in for a long, wet kiss. He is soaked. I stand, help him peel himself out of his suspenders and a thin, cotton shirt that clings to him like a blue-colored second skin. We toss the wet garments onto the tiled floor in front of the fireplace and he bends over, pulling off his boots and pants.

Soon, he stands before me naked, tall and beautiful, his long flaccid cock hanging between his thighs. I look up at him with eyes full of love and adoration. "How was it?" I ask him as he plucks at my shirt, unbuttoning it slowly in the fire's golden glow. It, and a scattering of lamps and candles are the only sources of light. They create shadows that dance seductively across my lover's incredibly handsome face and body.

"He was... difficult. You'll be meeting him soon as I suggested he come here to finish the negotiations. He wants you to make the arrangements as well as.... something else. He wouldn't elaborate but he was insistent that you were involved. He has asked me to conduct the overall operation. I told him that the two of us would cost him. He gave me a price. I countered. He disagreed and so I used my gift of seduction to attempt to sway him and... He said the only way he might be tempted would be if he could have you as well. Both of us. He's shrewd, that one... And beautiful. He seems to know you from somewhere, though he wouldn't discuss it."

By now, my shirt has joined Elwin's wet clothing on the floor and my pants are open to Elwin's long fingers. He pushes them low, his thumbs brushing my stiffening member slightly. A moment later, my pants are bunched up about my ankles. I am not wearing shoes but rather, soft slippers that I step out of- and back into- once my pants reach the cold floor. Elwin's toes did not seem to notice it but mine were practically phobic.

"What is his name?" I ask him as he tilts back my head, his open mouth sucking my lips, my nose, my chin, my cheeks and my neck.

"DasVivienne...? Belvin DasVivienne, I believe. He has a soft touch, nice fingers, lips like satin. Long, long platinum hair. I suspect it is natural as his brows are a darker shade of the same." His lips are teasing my chest now, his hand coursing down my body to stroke my heavy, tattooed penis. Years earlier, I had had a green vine etched into it while it stood erect. The pain was exquisite and the beauty of it was even more so. Elwin enjoys watching it grow; as my cock hardens, the vine lengthens until every inch is visible to the last leaves on the head.

He gently pushes me over my desk and I raise my ass invitingly to him. I look over my shoulder as he drops to his knees behind me. "Hmm... DasVivienne? Unfamiliar but considering my client list, not surprising that I do not recall him. The long, pale hair, now... That is familiar. When is he due to arrive?"

He presses his face into the crack of my ass, his tongue reaching for my puckered hole. He tastes me slowly, teasing me with the tip of his pointed tongue while his hand pumps my cock. Elwin then pushes his finger into a jar of lubrication (we keep one in every room of our estate for anything that might come up) and then works it inside me, pushing first one then two fingers as deep as he can go, all the while lapping the space behind my balls and around my hole. The waves of pleasure rippling through me are intense and my knuckles pale as I grip the desk tightly.

He pauses in his oral ministrations to answer and says, "Soon. Two hours or so. I have instructed the chef to cook an elegant, intimate meal to be served in the Velvet Room. Turn around."

I turn.

"What does he want done?" I ask as he takes the whole of my cock deep into his mouth for a long, wet pull. His tongue wiggles its way along the underside while his teeth gently score the sensitive skin. His fingers continue to probe my ass, stimulating the gland just behind my cock. I moan low and long as he works his particular magic.

"Oddly enough, he doesn't want anyone killed. Or maimed. Or otherwise. What he wants is someone to follow him, watch his back, while he makes a deal with a client he fears is going to double cross him. If they do, he wants to be protected, evidence collected and my ties to the Chancellor's office used to punish the double crosser," Elwin explains in between biting and sucking the head of my full erection.

"Is his job, ah, legal?" I ask with a grin. I am holding back my orgasm, waiting for the right moment. But Elwin surprises me as he stands, turns around and backs up against me, presenting his ass. I take some of our herbal-scented lubricant and liberally coat my cock as his intent becomes clear. Grinning, I slide into him, wincing slightly at the glorious tightness of his hole. We've had sex many times by now and he has learned the fine art of controlling muscles that are normally used to push things out, not allow things in. I gasp and enfold him into my arms, my hand reaching for his erection. I grip it and begin to pump him. Our conversation pauses as we both cry out at the same time, our shared passion erupting at the same time. His hot juices flow across my hand, splatter against his chest and drip down our thighs. He turns in my arms and smiles at me, his fingers in my magenta hair.

"Barely legal," he says, panting. "It's trading gems... Rare gems. Not black market fakes, either. These would normally be auctioned off and placed in museums. He thinks his client is going to take his coin and run rather than give up the goods."

I touch his face softly with my fingertips, run them along his jaw and across his mouth. He takes them in, sucks on each finger and nips playfully at them. We giggle. "How does he know the gems exist?" I ask as Elwin resumes sucking my neck. Intercourse is never the end for us when we make love. Often, it is just the beginning.

His arms encircling my naked body, he breathes into my hair, "He held them when they negotiated a price. He is an expert in gems of this quality, or so he says, and normally he would hesitate to deal with the fellow but," he pauses to probe my mouth with his tongue. "But the temptation, the lure of the stones was too much for him. He doesn't trust the client and wants to ensure that he gets what he agreed to."

"I cannot say that I blame him," I murmur against Elwin's soft lips. 

Grinning broadly, he smacks my hip with the flat of his hand and says, "We've wasted almost an hour discussing the job, lovey. We need to dress and put on our best faces for the new client. I wonder how he knows you...?" Elwin asks with a raised eyebrow.

I go into the bathroom where towels hang from their rack on the wall near a small, ornate bathtub. We need to shower away our pleasures but not here. This bathroom is small, the tub hardly built large enough for one, let alone us both. I piss into the toilet first, flush it with a pull of the tasseled cord and walk out, our towels over my arm. We use them to clean ourselves up before adding them our clothes on the floor.

There are employees who will handle the mess. Naked, we stroll out into the hall where one of our house help stops dusting a tall, alabaster statue of a naked elf and watches us with large, round eyes. She is new, unaccustomed to our eccentricities. Elwin pauses to take her hand in his. "There's a good tip in it for you if you can clean up the office and send our clothes to the laundry, my dear." Blushing, she bobs her head and rushes off to perform her task. A "good tip" in our jargon is often better than a week's pay, and our rate is among the best.

Elwin and I go into our master's suite where we shower together, almost starting a new bout of love-play as soaping one another becomes powerfully erotic for us both. Erect cocks bobbing as water slides off of them, we fight the desire to make love, knowing our guest will arrive soon. Still, he takes me in his hand and squeezes tightly. "I love you," he murmurs against my ear.

I kiss him.

Some moments later, we are dressed elegantly and comfortably in button-down silk shirts, silky slacks with drawstring waists and soft, leather shoes lined with fleece. My attire is in green and purple with black accents. Elwin is in blue and black with gold trim. The clothing is easy to remove and agreeable with any position we might find ourselves in. Our genitals are visible against the silky fabric.

We walk down the hall once again to the Velvet Room. Our entertaining rooms are labeled based on their appearance so that our servants know where to escort our guests for our various functions. The Velvet Room is elegant, small, with velvet upholstered furniture and pillows in warm, seductive hues of deep red, purple, black and blue with gold trim in places. The floor at the center is sunken with large, plush pillows about the sides and soft blankets lining the bottom. There are couches and lounges as well but the intent is to draw the client into the cushioned center.

This is where Elwin and I go, glasses of amber cognac in our hands, to wait.

As we recline against one another, Elwin takes my hand. "Tell me... Do you ever think about getting married?"

Marriage! Is he mad? I turn, blinking up at him in surprise. "What in the world do you mean?"

Chuckling, he pulls me tight against him. "I mean just that. Have you ever considered it?"

"Committing myself, legally, to one man, considering my line of work, would be crazy," I reply softly. There is an unexpected edge to my voice. It wasn't that I did not want to but I thought that nobody would ever be able to handle me as I am, being too emotional and commitment-frightened. I did not explain this to Elwin. I didn't think I had to.

"What if that man were involved in the same work as you? Would such a merger not make sense?" I raise my eyebrows. Where is he going with this?

"Why get married? What would be the point of marriage? It just fucks everything up. Symbolic bullshit is what it is, best left to fairy tales and the dreams of little girls," I spit out. My words are harsh but he just sits there, smiling thoughtfully. Only he knows where he is going with his questions.

"Marriage comes with a great many state-granted rights and privileges that cohabitation does not grant. Even in our enlightened country, should the laws change and bigotry ever gain a foothold, people like you and I could be protected from laws intended to tear us apart, long-lived as we are, if we were married." He takes my hand, holds it tightly.

"Veranon, I think we should get married, you and I."

That stunned me to speechlessness. "Y-you have reached an unprecedented level of madness, Elwin Lanier!" I stammer at him before pulling away. I am unusually commitment phobic and by managing to convince me to buy an estate together, merge our businesses and dig himself into my life with some semblance of permanence, he had gone much, much further than I had allowed anyone.

Now I am practically shivering with terror.

He only continues to sit with that calm smile on his face. "What do I have to do to convince you to marry me?" he asks with that same smile.

I blink at him, unsure if he is teasing me or if he is sincere. His expression is tender, gentle, earnest... I bite my lip, fidget beside him and look at the door hopefully. "You cannot seriously want to engage in this kind of nonsense talk now of all times? When we have a new client moments away from knocking on that door?" I ask him in a pleading voice.

He spreads his hands wide, smiling that same patient smile. "Why not?" he asks.

Why not? Why not?! "Because now I'm distracted at a time when I will need my wits about me!" He looks at me longingly, begging me with his dark, green eyes. They remind me of a tranquil forest and are so full of love, I feel myself melting, rolling over, giving in... I sigh. He has won this battle but the war is far from over. "There is a lot you will have to do, Elwin, before I will even consider taking your hand in marriage."

His smile acknowledges the challenge and seems triumphant. He is about to speak when we hear a soft knock on the door. "Yes?" I call out into the candlelit room.

Our doorman, Vincent, opens the door. Beside him is a tall elf with long, whitish-blond hair and severe features. He is tall for an elf, for any man, and he stands with his pale fingers clasped before him, colorless eyes narrow. "Master Belvin DasVivienne, Master Krae," Vincent says in a deep, rich baritone. DasVivienne nods and smiles my way.

I rise from the cushions and approach him. He is familiar! I know this man! "Vendalis! Vendalis Vensine! What are you doing here? Away from the clans and-and with that ridiculous pseudonym?"

He takes my hands in his and kisses my cheek with an affection reserved for old friends... Or lovers. "I am happy to see you as well, Veranon Krae," he says with a chuckle. "I see you're doing well. How is your benefactor?"

"Dead," I say. The facts surrounding Ambrose's demise are elusive but I have continued to dig and I have my suspicions. I keep them to myself. "What are you doing away from the clans?" I repeat softly, my hands held tightly in his.

He looks past me to Elwin with a corner of his mouth raised. "Prospering, just like you."

"What do you want with me, specifically?" I demand, eyes wide as I strain against his hands.

I try to pull away but he holds on to me and pushes his face against my throat, his mouth and tongue inching along my skin, sending shivers streaking down my spine. He appears to ignore my question and focuses on sucking my neck. "Mmm...When do I get to take Thalizar's delicious younger sibling?" he murmurs against my jaw. His voice and touch are maddeningly seductive and I am erect without realizing it.

Elwin extracts me from the embrace, a rescue I both enjoy and resent. "Soon," he says. "We would like to begin negotiations before dinner gets under way. It's easier this way so that we don't lose our train of thought."

My lover steers us both to the cushions at the center of the room and he holds my hand in a gentlemanly fashion as he asks our guest, "So... You were raised with Veranon? You know his brother?" Vendalis nods as Elwin pours us both a glass of expensive, and very rare, raspberry cognac.

"We were not exactly friends but Thalizar and I were intimate off and on, though hardly lovers. The attraction was completely sexual. The Krae brothers have the most exquisite cocks...!" Vendalis winks at me over his glass as I stare at him with unblinking eyes. He'd never touched me before... What did he know...?

"How intimate with Veranon's body are you, exactly?" Elwin asks, echoing my very thoughts.

The pale haired elf leans back against the cushions, a dreamy smile on his long, narrow face. "Thalizar used to let me watch him take you when you were younger. He wouldn't allow me to touch you, no, but watch, oh yes! It was delicious watching brother fuck brother."

Elwin appraises me with eyebrows raised as I gawk at the pale-haired elf beside us. I feel betrayed, my privacy invaded. I am not a shy man and even I have my voyeuristic tendencies but this revelation, that Thalizar would allow this lover if his to watch us is disconcerting. I decide to discuss it with him when, or if, we should meet again. To say that I am upset is an understatement.

Elwin, however familiar with me as he is, only adds fuel to the fires of my discomfort as he grins, "You should see it now! He has the most stunning tattoo of a vine along the shaft." I shoot him a look that, had he been made of glass, would have shattered him. I am ignored.

Vendalis looks at me with starved eyes. "Indeed? You, of all people, tattooed your cock? Don't you abhor pain?"

"Yes, or I used to... Now, I have managed to find pleasure in small amounts of pain, particularly during sex. The tattoo was part of a bargain I paid for information. I became a man's canvas in exchange for helping me complete a job. I don't remember much of the process as I was out on my ass for most of it. I hurt like you wouldn't believe afterwards, however." Alright, I am feeling pretty proud of myself as Elwin refills my glass and I down the warm cognac. He fills it again and my cheeks grow warm. I smile, finally relaxing in Vendalis' presence.

He pulls me against him, pressing his lips into mine. I bite his lower lip and he yelps, pulling away. I tsk as he wipes it on his hand, checking for blood. "Now who is the pain-shy one?" I ask in a smug voice. Of course, there is no bleeding and his face grows pink under my smiling gaze.

Just as he grabs my cock through my clothes, a soft knock at the door heralds the arrival of the first course of our meal. A low tray on wheels is pushed in by Eloise, a pretty dark-skinned girl whose eager adaptation to our parties and lack of modesty has made her quite useful. She smiles, bows and leaves but not before appraising our guest with her clear, blue eyes.




Negotiations



Our appetizers consist of several different varieties of meat, cheese, bread, spices and oils, all baked, fried or left raw or designed for dipping, each bearing its own distinct flavor. There are different liquors as well, each one designed to create a different melody of flavors with each tasty bite. We experiment, mixing them and trying different combinations. Vendalis is beside himself with delight.

"You never answered Veranon's question, Vendalis," Elwin says as he sits behind me, his hands on my chest and the shirt open wide. He is stroking my nipples, teasing them to hardness and thrilling my senses. Vendalis leans in, a snifter of red brandy in his fingers as he runs his fingertips down my torso. My body is awake, my cock firm though not yet erect.

"To feel the pressure of his hot body embrace my erection, of course. But, ah, you are discussing business, of course." He kisses me, pushing his tongue into my mouth and devouring my lips and jaw with hot kisses. "Veranon is an empath. I need that magic to discover, and prevent, betrayal I suspect will occur as soon as I pass him the coins. I want to know the contents of his head before I can check the contents of the bag he offers me."

"I am not a mind reader, Vendalis," I remind him between mouthfuls of his lips. "I can only uncover intent if it is betrayed by emotion. And anything I discover is inadmissible in court so you will have to deliver justice on the spot and that may undo any attempts at keeping your hands clean. Are you certain you want to do that?"

He nods, his fingers teasing the front of my pants. His eyes are on the vine as it dips below my waistband. "I want those stones... They are worth more to me than his life and the price he offered them to me for is unbelievably low. I made him sign an agreement for it so that I would have the amount in writing!"

Behind me, Elwin pushes himself up so that he can help Eloise bring in the next course, a mixed course of the combined entrees, sides and various samplings of meat, shellfish and poultry as well as multiple breads and vegetables. "You held them in your hands long enough to appraise them, did you not?" he asks as he hands us each a plate.

Vendalis nods and helps himself to some crab, shrimp, a tender slice of red beef and some olives blended with tomato, soft cheese, onions and oil. "Yes, absolutely! I had to ascertain their quality and, of course, whether or not they were fakes. They are quite real."

"Why didn't you pay for them then?" Elwin asks suspiciously as he settles back in behind me, a plate of food held out for me. First blood, my love!

"Would YOU take a full pouch of gold out into the docks at night?" comes the rebuttal from in front of me. Touche!

From behind, Elwin counters with, "Of course not! But I would have chosen a safer location than the docks!" Ouch! The verbal joust between the man sucking on my nipples in between bites of tender lobster and my beloved, whose hand is now gripping my cock possessively, was becoming vicious.

"When a potential client offers you something you desperately desire that he will only reveal at a location of his choosing, you go to that location," Vendalis spits with a tone that all but accuses Elwin of being a neophyte.

That Is all my lover needs.

He rises to his feet and carefully steps over me, his mouth twisted in a snarl. For a moment, I fear Elwin's temper will make do something stupid like strike the pale-haired elf. Instead, he drops to his knees beside us and grabs a handful of Vendalis' hair then uses it to snap his head backwards.

"Rank amateurs show their desperation and go where they are told. Professionals like Veranon and I convince the client to go to a location of our choosing under our chosen conditions or we walk away from the deal. Of course, you wouldn't know this... Would you?" Vendalis winces but keeps his reply safely locked inside his mouth.

Just as Elwin closes the distance between his mouth and our client, I feel a hand close around my shaft, which has grown beautifully erect during the verbal duel. It is Vendalis' and he pulls, urging me closer. I rise up on my knees and I let him pull my silky pants down as low as they will go. He smiles as his finger traces the vine tattoo from its beginning at my groin, all the way down my shaft and to the fat, red head of my cock. It twitches as he teases the glans near the hole.

"Fuck... Veranon... This is... You are..." He pushes me, urging me to stand. I rise. He then removes my pants entirely so that I am wearing only the open shirt. He opens his mouth and draws me deep inside his wet, hot orifice. I can feel pressure as he sucks on me, thrilling me with a shivering of his tongue. His fingers dip into a jar of lube and push up between my ass cheeks, spreading them and plunge deep into my tight hole.

Elwin comes up behind him and pushes his head to the side (gently, as he is still nursing firmly on my cock) so that he can nibble the tall elf's neck and ear. He's always loved being in a position where he could watch other men take me. Still, business demands we negotiate a price. He asks Vendalis what he wants.

I feel a blast of cold air on my long member as Vendalis releases me. "I need Veranon's magic, a couple or three big, strong men, you and the illusion of isolation," he replies to Elwin.

I stroke my cock absently to maintain the erection as I consider the necessary tasks important to what he needs done. The "illusion of isolation" is the tricky part. He must appear to be alone when no fewer than four or five people are lurking nearby. Not impossible, of course but brutes will be out of the question. Finesse fighters, then. People who use martial skills and are light on their feet, who appreciate stealth. Assassins, perhaps?

I make a few mental calculations as I pull Vendalis' mouth back upon my cock, which I fear is growing limp, and I say, "What you desire will be extremely expensive. Elwin alone comes at twenty-five gold. Me, without my empathy, is another twenty-five. Add my magic, and you are at about twenty more gold. The warriors you seek will cost, at minimum, five or ten gold each, times two or three... Plus various expenses... Rough estimate is around a hundred gold."

Vendalis blinks up at me, his teeth bite into my shaft ever so slightly. Elwin looks up from the pointed ear he is teasing with his mouth to appraise me with adoration and approval.

Suddenly, Vendalis redoubles his effort to please me, his mouth sucking me hard, so hard it is nearly painful. I gasp, I moan and I take his head in my hands as he swiftly devours me to wave after wave of intense, euphoric pleasure. Before I know it, he has drained my cock of its juices and stands to crush me in his arms.

"Surely there is something I can do to bring the amount down..." he murmurs against my mouth.

Elwin rises to his feet and presses into him from behind, his right hand stroking the elf's impossibly long cock through his pants. "There might be," he murmurs as his other hand opens Vendalis' shirt and teases a plump nipple. Our closeness results in Elwin's sweeping fingers awakening my own. "What do you have in mind?"

Vendalis is sandwiched tightly between us and I can feel his erection against my groin with Elwin's hands tight around it. The tall elf is biting my neck, sucking my throat and running his long fingers up and down my body to my delight. He draws in a breath and says, "Lower that estimate to around fifty gold and I will sweeten the deal with a gem of my choosing- as long as I get Veranon's body to play with as I wish."

I raise an eyebrow and smile at him slyly. "Clever offering us one of your coveted stones. And making me a bargaining chip is... dangerous. However, we'll not dip lower than eighty gold, seventy-five with the added gem. What do you want to do with me, specifically, mon ami?"

Before our guest could answer, a soft knock at the door announces the arrival of the final course and some sweet aperitifs. Due to the buffet nature of our meal, the sweets are plentiful concoctions of sugar, cream, pastries and chocolate with rich caramel and fruits for flavor and decadence. Each miniature morsel is a work of art, designed and prepared by one of the most delightful chefs we could find. For our more decadent pleasures, there are bowls of honey, whipped cream, chocolate and caramel to use as we desire, where we desire. The man is a genius and knows our craft very well. "Will you need anything else?" Eloise asks with a smile as she drinks in my naked, aroused body and Vendalis' stiff package.

"Nay, madam. Leave us be unless you are summoned. I think we have..." I look our client over with a smile, "...everything we desire."

For a moment, negotiations pause as we are distracted by the treats before us. Elwin takes the spoon from the caramel and drizzles it in swirls along the shaft of my cock then leans forward to devour the sticky sweetness. I smile and indicate the velvet pillows and the cover we are laying on. He nods and we step out before things get too messy, which we emphatically hope will occur. We pull the tray of sweets and the remains of supper close to our new location, a part of the room designed for such messiness and Elwin and I slowly remove Vendalis' clothing.

"Now... What do you want of me?" I ask as I lean forward to the impressively long, straight cock at Vendalis' thighs. His balls have a nice sagging quality which exaggerates their impressive size and his cock's girth. It is a nice penis for a man of his slender build. I tease him with a bit of whipped cream and my tongue, causing him to bounce slightly.

I hear his voice strain as he replies, "Anything I want, short of causing pain. I once observed Thalizar tie you to two posts in his room, cover your eyes and ravish you. I wanted to be him so badly that day I could taste it. I orgasmed twice within minutes of each other and almost betrayed my presence!" I remembered that day so long ago... I was barely more than a boy, a man with his brands fresh from winning my presence among the adults of my clan. Thalizar had helped me celebrate by giving me the most incredible night of my life, much of which was spent coated in oil and tied between four posts, immobile and completely at his mercy. It was a fetish of mine to be rendered so completely helpless, blind and open to every sensory assault he could dream up. I think I came more than he did that night.

If Vendalis' goal is to recreate this night from the past, I cannot fight down my pleasure. I struggle with the expression, focus myself to look firm, dangerous, and thoughtful. My body, however, betrays me with an immediately impressive erection and a bead of clear, thick liquid crowning the hole. If either of them touch me, I know I will ejaculate. 

Damn the man. He knows me well and he smiles, his fingers caressing my nipple as his other hand moves slowly down my body. "You remember, I see... I want the oil as well. I want you to gleam like gold! And I want Elwin added as another component, to add to your pleasure beside me and to finish you off, all three of us, as one. Bring the price to sixty-five and you will have the gem and as many orgasms as we can give you."

I look eagerly at my beloved, who is smiling thoughtfully as he considers. "My love, the decision is yours." I look at Vendalis and ask, "You have certainly made the pot sweet for me but what about my partner?"

Vendalis looks at him and says, "I have a thriving business on my own but I can always use help and, of course, there is no such thing as too many good connections. Perhaps there is room for me in your enterprise?"

"You have proven yourself to be an amateur, Vendalis. You make shitty deals. What more can you offer?" Elwin says sternly. The fact that he is asking is impressive and means that he is, in fact, intrigued.

Our client pauses and then, after a moment of consideration, he says, "Gem clients often have needs, everything from safe transport to cutting to setting the stones to where they can make the most profit off of their item after they procure it. We might make something off of an exchange, don't you agree?"

Elwin looks at me and I sense through my empathy the unasked question, "Well?"

I nod one time. It is a code that means, "Accept without exceptions." Two nods would have encouraged him to press harder but he was emanating contentment with the plan and I saw nothing in Vendalis' empathic aura that would betray him as untrustworthy.

"To make things more exciting, I would ask that all three of us slicken our bodies with oil," Vendalis suggests with a grin. Elwin nods and rises to fetch the necessary implements, which consist of several scarves, four rods which screw into the floor, a thick, leather cushion which requires my help to bring to the hidden screw-holes for the rods and a heavy glass carafe of lavender scented oil that tastes like cinnamon. The nice thing about our oil is it tastes incredible, it washes clean away and it doesn't stain anything.

Once everything is in place, I go to lay down on the mat. I lay first on my back so that the two men can coat me liberally. Elwin doesn't worry about how much is used as we have barrels of the stuff on hand because we use it constantly. Oil is a favorite of our most exclusive parties. As I lay with my arms and legs apart, I feel two sets of hands rubbing the cool oil all over my body, resisting nothing as fingers dip between my buttocks and tease my anus. At one point, I feel a tongue probing my tight hole and a finger slides in deeply while a hand strokes my balls from behind. My toes begin to curl.

"When shall we finalize the agreement?" Vendalis asks.

Elwin nudges me to roll over onto my back and says, "Negotiations aren't done until you pay up this part of the deal. Satisfy Veranon and I as you promise and we agree to your terms. Otherwise, you are stuck with Veranon's original agreement of eighty-five." "Accept with no exceptions" means we have chosen accept but what we tell the client may be riddled with all kinds of loopholes and wrangling. Elwin is clever and I applaud this cleverness as Vendalis makes a face.

The two lovely men then each withdraw a length of silk from the pile of colorful fabric at my side. Elwin smirks as he ties my ankles in blue and teal whilst my curious client wraps a bit of pink silk about my left wrist and red for my right. Vendalis lifts a black one and doubles it with a bit of red and holds it out to cover my eyes! No! Want to watch! But Elwin, as if sensing my dismay, places a hand on Vendalis's shoulder, causing him to look back behind him at my partner. He shakes his head and gestures to the bottle of scented oil and the tall, pale-haired elf grins wickedly. Oh, but to watch the gears in those boys' minds turn would be a fascinating thing for me!

Elwin indicates that they should kneel down by my thighs, across from one another. He lifts the bottle and pours it over Vendalis' shoulders so that it flows slowly down his body. He then upends the bottle on his own shoulders, face and torso. I watch the rivers of silky liquid slowly ooze down their bodies in slow channels of glimmering light. They do not bother to rub it in, instead trading the bottle between them so that Vendalis can pour it down Elwin's elegant back and firm ass.

I am fixated on the way the oil glides down the channel made by his spine and into the tight groove between his butt cheeks. I want to drink it as Vendalis parts them, exposing the red, puckered hole and helps it coat the tight anus. He grabs Elwin from behind, pulling his balls back and rubbing the oil into them so that they gleam like marbles. This is, of course, for my benefit and I am riveted to the sight before me. Without thought, I reach out with my tongue and Elwin sees, smiles and positions himself over my face so that I may dine on his ass.

After only a few licks, a bit of probing and a nip or two at his balls, he rises and allows Vendalis to finish coating his back. The object is to put a heavy layer of oil on their bodies so that they are slippery with it. The padding beneath me is made of a leather that has been carefully treated and polished so that the oil does not absorb in and pools around me so that I am laying in about a quarter inch of the stuff. It is a fine skin conditioner as well as an excellent tasting, excellent smelling lubricant.

Vendalis, who, like Elwin, has yet to have the oil rubbed into his front (which makes me wonder if they are planning to really enrage my lust!) turns his body so that his back is facing Elwin. I watch, mesmerized as oil drips slowly from the head of our client's impressively large cock. It bears a single piercing, a stud, on the underside of the thick head, where my hoop usually is. I am not wearing my piercing today, though part of me wishes that I had. Of all the gifts of my days of being a sex slave, my cock ring is one of my most prized possessions.

After coating one another's backs in as sensual a fashion as two naked, aroused men can get, they turn to face one another again. Smiling, Vendalis holds out his hands as Elwin pours oil into them, the thick fluid running out over his palms to fall in a stream across my erect cock and hard thighs, which are pulled slightly apart. The rods can be moved, will be moved, if I know Elwin, so that they are spread wide, granting both men access to all I have.

Additionally, there are four long straps that can be pulled down from the ceiling and strapped about the wrists and ankles. All the party rooms possess these but the Velvet room has the best ones, as they are soft, padded and very elegant in a deep crimson. To use these straps, suspending me above the floor, would grant them each unfettered access to my vacant hole.

I am eager for them to decide to do this.

My mind wanders from what may happen to what is happening and I feel my cock jump, my nipples harden as Vendalis raises his oil-filled palms and flips them over on Elwin's lean, tightly-muscled chest. My lover is slender but wirey in the lithe way of many elite dancers. His hard nipples, like his hairless scrotum and long, curved blade-like penis, are dark, a reflection of his southern roots. There is a slight dusting of soft, black hair above his cock but he keeps it minimal to enhance his beauty, like I do. Watching the pale hands slide down Elwin's body, the fingertips just grazing the shaft of his erection and down his thighs arouse me. I love watching my beautiful lover being touched by other men. It is a pleasure we both share in abundance.

But my greatest pleasure comes from watching Elwin pour even more oil across Vendalis' face, his throat and chest before he puts the bottle down and begins to touch the other man. They lean over me, dripping oil as Elwin pinches our client's pink nipples and runs his hands down the tight abdominal muscles until they reach the pink balls and large cock, which dances with every touch of Elwin's fine-boned fingers.

Then... They kiss. I watch their tongues reach for one another and plunge into the opposing mouths. Kissing... I love to watch kissing. The way Elwin kisses is raw, powerful, like watching an athlete at a sporting event. His passion is great and his need is clear. Vendalis pumps Elwin's cock, the lubricant making the stroking easy. I fixate on the sight of Elwin's dark red head, gleaming like it is made of glass, disappearing and poking through the tight hole made by the other man's fist. A bead of passion-drool appears in Elwin's hole and I am certain he is going to explode all over us. I watch with anticipation as the muscles strain in his body and I listen as he moans with eyes tightly closed.

Vendalis flips around, displaying his pale pink anus and he straddles me so that the prominent head of of his cock rubs against mine as Elwin plunges himself deep inside the other man's body. Our slick members stroke one another and Elwin, clever, wonderful Elwin, helps position Vendalis so that his at an angle where he can make a "hole" with his hands so that both our cocks glide against one another with each hard thrust. When Elwin can no longer keep the friction going, the other elf grabs my cock and holds it against his own. I close my eyes and gasp but I open them, forcing them to lock on the beautiful sight of my love and our lover in their synchronized dance of penile passion.




Negotiations



I wonder if Vendalis can hold himself back long enough for Elwin, who leads this dance, to decide to come. His face is red with exertion and sweat runs freely down his face as he gasps and tightens his grip on our cocks, squeezing them almost painfully. For me, this pain is pleasure and I am made only harder. Now, I fear, that I will betray the trifecta by releasing early. Alas, my fears are baseless as, with exquisite timing, we all three erupt our passions as one, hot, white liquid shooting everywhere. I smile as Elwin withdraws his spent cock, a long stream of fluid connecting both men for a moment before it breaks to drip upon my thigh.

Before I grow flaccid, Elwin withdraws a scarf and folds it several times until it is narrow, like a rope. He then wraps it tightly about my balls and cock like a cock ring, which prevents me from growing soft too quickly. He knows it hurts but he knows how to tie it to trigger my pain arousal. Soon, the blood flows back into my thick shaft and I am as hard as ever.

Then as I look up, Vendalis leans over me and sucks my mouth in a long, hot kiss as he ties the doubled scarf over my head. I am completely at their mercy.

I confess that prior to observing the obvious chemistry between my beloved and my brother's old lover that I was wary of getting involved with him. Knowing that he pleasured himself at my expense was disconcerting- at first. But there is a part of me that is voyeuristic in nature and that part is actually a bit turned on by the knowledge that Thalizar put me on display for at least one of his friends. Now, I kind of wish we had been introduced, intimately. But my brother was a greedy sort, even then, and restricted my actions to his bed and his alone when we were together. I doubt he would have allowed Vendalis and I to do anything together back then.

A pity... The man is quite enthusiastic about pleasuring me and I am not complaining. Not at all. I wish I had known what I was missing.

The beginning of my sense euphoria begins, not on my flesh, but in my mind! Both men are aware that I am empathic and they use this knowledge to fill my mind with emotional sensations of pleasure conjured by memory and their own experiences. "Open yourself up to us," Elwin whispers, his breath hot against my ear.

Opening myself up is not a thing I do, usually, because the emotions of others can be overwhelming for my fragile mind. But even though Vendalis is a stranger, his mind is not and I feel safe. Elwin, of course, is my beloved and he has never given me cause to worry, though his emotions can be overwhelming at times.

Shyly, I drop all my mental shields and I am awash with a gentle wave of desire, love and sexual need. I am wanted, body and mind, by both these men. My fears about Vendalis evaporate as he opens himself up to me, showing me that he has wanted me since the first time he observed a much younger me splashing naked in the Green Lake by my clan. The man has truly held a torch for me for many years and having me in this way is as much a revelation of wonder to him as it is to me. I sense from him that this was expected to be one night of pleasure but he is certain that he would like very much to stay.

I smile.

As I absorb their empathic emanations, I feel their fingertips brush my skin, beginning with my face and neck, running slowly down my oiled body with feather-light kisses dancing along in their wake. I hear the soft sounds of smacking and popping above me, lip sounds, as the men kiss one another as they touch me. I can see them in my mind; two men, one black haired, the other almost white haired, caressing mouths against mouths with eyes partially closed and tongues extended to taste the flavors shared between them.

The kissing stops and I feel a new sensation, this one a cold liquid being drizzled all over my torso. My skin erupts in chill-bumps and I shiver with cold and with pleasure as those pink tongues glide along my excited flesh and arouse me further. By now, my cock is impressively hard, dark red and pulsing with need. The band of silk wrapped at the base where my balls meet my body feels tighter than it did before. The pain and the pleasure make me harder, more desirous of the two men who drip honey upon my skin and eat it.

A moment later, an open mouth descends upon my own. We kiss and the mouth moves away. My legs are untied and lifted high, held at the ankles by someone while another rolls my torso in on itself for access to my ass. I feel the blunt pressure of a thick cock push deep inside me. I gasp and moan with pleasure as it withdraws and presses into me again. More oil is applied to the already slick member and the man speeds up his thrusts. I feel a new sensation as another cock joins the first inside me. A double penetration, I think! How divine! I love taking two at once. It is challenging to do but not impossible and purely pleasurable when done well. We grind as one and just as I am about to explode again, the silk scarf is removed from my cock and an oiled hand strokes it hard and fast. I gasp with the sudden release and I cannot withhold myself any longer. For the second time this night, we three come as one and the two men who mounted me flop down beside me on either side of my body.

They remove my scarf, untie my hands and smile as they caress my naked body with their fingers. I am panting with exertion and they are as well. "Shower?" I ask Elwin, who nods. Vendalis rises, or tries to, and loses his footing on the oil-slick, padded leather mat. He tumbles down on top of me and we all laugh as he perches himself up on his arm to look deeply into my eyes. I am still open to him and between us, something snaps, a kind of empathic connection is made and I realize that I have done it again and entangled myself emotionally and magically with yet another man.

But this man is not forbidden to me so I reach out and kiss him hard. Elwin smiles and picks himself up with greater success than Vendalis and reaches out his hands to us. My spent cock, still red from being tied up, is tender as it brushes my thighs. We gather what things we need and depart the room, which is a mess now. As we exit the room, I see a familiar face. The startled servant girl from earlier stares at us with wide eyes and I grin wickedly. "You'll need some help in there... We made quite a mess."

We head down the hall to our Master's Suite, which is thankfully not far. I am dripping oil and semen in a long trail that runs from my ass, down my leg and to the floor. The servants will have their hands full; they are used to this by now, however, save the new girl. Give her time, I think.

In the luxurious cavern of our boudoir, we three head to the impressive marble-tiled bathroom to shower each other and wash away the pleasures of the past hours. Scented soaps, gentle loofahs and sweet shampoos work together to foam away the evening's desires, swirling them down the drain. There is a great deal of kissing and touching along with laughter and a few jokes as we bathe. We behave like men who have known one another for years, not potential business partners.

It is good.

Under the covers of our huge bed, Vendalis stretches his long body out against the golden sheets and looks at Elwin and I with dreamy, blue-violet eyes. "Is this where you tell me it's a deal?" he asks softly.

I open my mouth to reply but Elwin holds out his hand in front of my mouth, silencing me. "Tell me, Vendalis, what kind of clientele do you have? Buyers? Distributors? What is your business? Your goals?"

Odd questions, I think, as I roll over onto my stomach and perch up on my elbows. I am the shorter of the three men but much more gloriously built; my biceps bulge nicely under my delicate skin. I listen closely to the conversation at hand, wondering where my love is going with his questions.

"As I said before, My business is... new. I have a loyal clientele but they are few in number, though word of mouth has helped. I am good with a sharp eye and a keen sense of worth! I can tell a chiseled piece of glass by touch and I know the names and values of any stone I view, even before faceting, even when fresh from the ground." He seems nervous, his brow damp with sweat. His emotions are jumbled, fearful, worried. He is wondering what Elwin wants as much as I do.

"I see..." Elwin muses thoughtfully. Then, without warning, he slides out of the bed and pulls me out with him. I think he is dragging me into the bathroom but the tile will echo our voices so he drags me out into the hall. We are naked, of course, our hair still damp and our cocks slowly reawakening into a semi-erect state, which we are accustomed to. He kisses me and looks up as the new girl, alarmed, holds her mop in both hands with wide eyes. I am still trying to recall her name; "Nadine," Elwin supplies with a smile as she approaches us, her cheeks red. "Is your shift done soon?" he asks conversationally. His tone belies the absolutely lack of clothing on our bodies and the pleasant state of our arousal.

She blushes deeper and curtsies politely and smiles. "Two more hours, sirs. Is there something I may fetch for you?" Her eyes are fixated on our cocks, showing us that she is intrigued, shy and completely heterosexual.

"Champagne, an expensive bottle, three glasses and a tray of assorted chocolates. Once you do that, you may retire for the evening if you like. I doubt we will have need of anyone until morning," he says with a polite nod. She curtsies again and backs away slowly, mop in hand and scoops up her bucket. She was, evidently, the one assigned to clean up my spum-trail.

Elwin turns to me and takes both my hands. "Do you like him?" he asks me.

I raise a thick eyebrow and nod slowly. "Yes, of course. He's a decent enough fellow- and probably useful in the long run."

"What would you say to agreeing to his offer of a partnership? I know this is fast but allies are important and the gem industry is a lucrative one that could net us quite a few expensive clients that need jobs done. We could market his skills to our existing clients and he would in turn refer anyone new that he meets to us." Elwin's excitement would have been palpable even had I not been empathic. His words run into one another with the force of a carriage being drawn by wild horses. This is unlike my cool, measured lover and I touch his brow, checking for fever.

"I would not be opposed but, ah, what brought this on?" I ask with raised brows.

"He needs us, Veranon. This is more than a one time job. He needs us! He needs our business expertise, our connections and our client base," he replies.

"And what do we get in return, besides amazing sex? Are you thinking of getting into gemstone brokering? Are we expanding our business?"

He laughs and pulls me into his arms. "I don't know. But I think his line of work is lucrative and the possibility for profit is impressive. We help him for a percentage of his profits, he helps us by getting us work, like the job he wants us to do for him. That is the reason he came for us, not this job alone but for the chance to work with us!"

I look back at the door and then up at him. "You're certain about this?"

"Positive."

"I see... Ah, was there something else you wanted to discuss?" I ask shyly.

He tilts back my head and drinks in my lips. "I was hoping you would have an answer for me..." he murmurs against my open mouth.

"About the job or...?"

"My proposal?" he says, his mouth now against my throat.

"Ahh... You see, that is a problem. You know how I am with certain men, my brother and his boy especially. You have a tendency to be excessively jealous, especially of the boy and I abhor jealousy of any kind. You know this, Elwin. I cannot marry someone who treats me like property." My words, like my voice, are firm and give him no leeway, no space to maneuver. He looks down at me and nods slowly.

"I know," he replies. "No matter what you ask, it is yours. Even if the boy and Thalizar want to move in and become our permanent guests, even if you want to share our bed with them, with anyone, I don't care as long as you are my husband."

I am admittedly skeptical as I take his hand and hold it tightly while I press the back of my free hand against his brow again. "Has the cognac altered your brain?" I ask.

He pulls me tightly against him, his lips press against my mouth in a deep, passionate kiss. When we pull away for air, he smiles, his eyes alive with joy. "I know this sounds mad but I am absolutely, without reason and without logic, more in love with you than I ever have been and I will do anything you ask, even-"

"Yes," I say simply.

"Yes? Yes! I know I sound like I have lost my mind..."

I laugh and pull him against me. "I meant, 'yes, I will marry you,' if you are sincere in what you are saying you will do."

He laughs and picks me up in his arms, whirling me around in a circle in his excitement. "I won! I won the contract!" he cheers as he reaches for the door handle, his other hand supporting my weight against him. "The most lucrative contract in the country and I have won it! The hand of Veranon Krae is at last mine. Mine!" His joy is infectious and I cannot help but join in with laughter of my own. Vendalis looks up with sleepy, confused eyes as Elwin throws me down onto the bed and begins smothering me with kisses.

"Did you come to an agreement?" he asks as he leans over me, his fingernails running down my chest and awakening my body.

"The negotiations went very well but now we have a deal for you, my friend," I say as his lips join Elwin's on mine and his fingers curl tightly around my reawakened cock.

Needless to say, negotiations for our partnership went quite well and Vendalis eagerly accepted our terms, which left plenty of room for success for all of us. He set up his office in our estate and quickly blended in with the rest of our clients as "Master Belvin DasVivenne." The idea for our next business venture was, in fact, partly his idea. But one thing I will always remember about the negotiations of that night...

Elwin's proposal.

Because I said "yes" to everything.



Negotiations



The room was nicer than Dean expected, his becoming crabby with his boss after the last trip to Las Vegas appeared to have an effect.

That time the room he got was in a motel a two mile trip from the strip, the place didn't have a restaurant, not even a Coffee pot in the room.

That pissed Dean off some, he knew his value to the company.

Without him, nearly nothing got fixed. Every time a project went tits up he was expected to hop on an airplane and go fix things.

Usually some stupid ass worker the company they sold to got wires crossed, pumps hooked up backwards, a fucking fan motor not in sequence.

Stupid shit but Dean was used to it.

Threats of sendingt the whole works back went right over his head, Dean was at the point where even if the jerk manager swore at him, he never changed expression.

"Let me see what I can do." Was his typical answer, even though his basic instinct was to pop the son of a bitch and fucking quit.

$75 grand a year and benefits was why he kept his wonderful bedside manner.

But to save money, they seemed to like to rent him a room he wouldn't let his Dog stay in, if he had a Dog that is.

But there was that expense account.

Dean took a cab to a nearby store, bought a Coffee pot, some Coffee, sugar, and a sack of those red hot hard candies he liked.

Perhaps that was why they got him a better room?

Now he was booked into the ElDorado in Reno, a nice spa room. Big hot tub in the corner, a huge TV, wet bar.

Much better.

The job was so damned easy that Dean was back to his room by 2 in the afternoon, like nearly always the big combination conveyor and collator had one wire pinched between the frame, no shit it kept tripping the breakers.

He had suggested that in his reply to the email he got about the problem, the response was "MY CREW KNOWS WHAT THEY ARE DOING!"

Yep. All caps.

Assholes.

So Dean flew down to Reno, hell, it was only about a 90 minutes flight.

It took him 5 minutes to spot the problem and two hours to pull the frame and reroute the wires.

No apology from the manager, who once he knew what was really wrong, went into his office and stayed there.

Dean caught a taxi back downtown, now he had all night to kill until his 4:40 flight home the next afternoon.

+++

The maid was making up the room from the night before, she was a very pretty little Hispanic looking gal dressed in the usual black and white uniform.

She gave him a nervous look when he walked in, so he held up his key card. She smiled and took it, went over to the door and checked the card. It lit up the lock, of course.

This hotel/casino had pretty good security, he had to show his room card to even get on an elevator.

The maid went back to work, Dean lay down on the bed and turned on the TV.

"Por favor, senorita? Is there as masseuse on staff?" He asked her. She looked at him blank.

"Masaje?" Dean pointed at the telephone. The woman understood and smiled.

"Si. Momento." She reached for a nearby note pad and wrote down a phone number, handed it to him.

"Carlos. $80.00" The note said.

"Do you know any females? You know, a senorita. por favor?" That was about the extent of Dean's Spanish, it had worked when he was in Las Vegas. The maid there understood perfectly and that had been fun since she was extremely willing.

Of course the $100 bill he handed to her had helped with that, and he got a fairly lousy rubdown combined with a rather glorious hand job.

That woman had even reached down inside her bra and hauled out a pair of rather soft looking tits, nipples black as coal.

The maid still looked at him puzzled, so Dean reached in his wallet and produced a $100 bill, handed it to her.

She looked at it in surprise, then handed it right back, shaking her head no.

Just crap! It appeared that this place was different than the motel in Las Vegas, oh well.

Dean went back to his TV program, the maid finished up and left quickly.

She did say something just before she left, Dean had no idea at all what it was. 

It wasn't swear words, he knew all of those. He resigned himself to a lonely night, thinking after dinner he might head on down and try the quarter machines.

+++

The room phone woke him up, he was thinking probably something went wrong with the damn machine since he had given the manager his room number.

"You inquired about a massage in your room, sir?" A soft and sexy voice asked him.

"Uhh...yes! I did. Can I ask for your rates?" He asked her.

"It's $125.00 for the massage, and that is the full first hour. If you would like me to bathe you first, that is another $25.00."

"You do..baths, too?" Dean asked.

"Yes, you will find that to be most enjoyable." She purred.

"That sounds great!" Dean told her. She told him a time, explaining she would call from the lobby so he could come down and get her. Security of course would not allow her up to his room without a key card.

The phone rang again about an hour later, she explained that she had long dark hair and was dressed in a slacks and a blue blouse.

Dean took the elevator down, she was easy to find since she was sitting on one of the benches they keep there, waiting.

"I'm Carlita." She smiled, holding out her hand.

Dean was surprised, the woman looked to be in her late 40's or early 50's. She was slender and well built, that much was clear since the light blue blouse she had only demonstrated the fact that she was well endowed.

Carlita was a few inches shorter than Dean was, and the other surprise was her startling green eyes.

Dean was barely 30, he had expected her to be much younger.

"Do I look all right, do you find me pleasing?" She asked, her accent sounded Hispanic but was very light.

"Well, you are beautiful, I am looking forward to the massage."

"Shall we go up then? You will find that I am very very good at what I do, sir."

"Please call me Dean." He told her. She smiled and nodded.

The security guard gave him a knowing grin as they stepped into the elevator. Dean managed a perfectly straight face.

In the room, Carlita went over the the hot tub and turned on the water. As the tub was filling, she opened a shoulder case she was carrying and got out several bottles of different things, Dean had no idea what they were.

One she opened and poured some into the hot tub, the water nearly instantly foamed up into huge masses of bubbles.

"Would you like to undress and step into the tub?" Carlita asked with a smile.

Dean suddenly felt nervous, did she expect him to just strip nude right in front of her.

"Do not be shy, I have seen men and I like to see them very much!" She smiled even more broadly.

Dean reached up and began to unbutton his shirt.

"Do you mind if I undress also? It is much easier to do the bath that way." Dean looked at her, mildly surprised but why not?

"Sure, make yourself comfortable." He told her, still aware that for some crazy reason he felt shy in front of this woman.

She quickly shed her blouse, reached back and unhooked the soft matching blue bra. She glanced up at him as he watched her and then reached for her slacks.

Dean was staring at a perfect set of breasts, capped with soft pink nipples only slightly darker than the surrounding skin.

He felt himself nearly instantly come erect, she glanced down as he removed his pants. The bulge was very pronounced.

Carlita stepped over and reached out, tugged his briefs down.

"Very nice!" She told him as she removed her own blue panties.

Dean expected her to be shaved, or waxed, instead he saw a heavy mass of dark pubic hair. She stood there a moment and let him look.

"Do you like me?" She asked.

"Yes! Very much!" He told her.

"Good. You are very nice yourself, a big and strong young man. I will enjoy serving you." She reached for his hand and led him to the tub.

The water was hot, Dean had to let himself down into it a bit at a time. Carlita slid in effortlessly. Then she began to lather him up, working first on his chest and shoulders.

"You can touch me back, if you want to." She told him. Dean needed no more encouragement. He began at her breasts they were soft yet firm, and clearly natural. He could not find a single flaw on her body, his hands explored her upper body completely.

Then she had him turn and face away, she reached out with both hands a pulled his hips upwards.

He started when her fingers found his rectum, she used a different bottle of soap there, it had a mild tingling sensation.

Then he saw her reach into her carry case and pull on a single latex glove, pushing him forward she inserted one finger and worked it in and out.

Dean had never in his life had anyone but a Doctor do that.

As Carlita worked at his rear, her other hand came around and lathered up his groin. He came very close to a climax, but each time she stopped for a few moments, then began again.

Dean was completely aware of her finger probing, she kept that up for what seemed like several minutes.

Finally she was done, she stripped off the glove and climbed out. Taking his hand, she led him to the nearby shower, turned on the water and they rinsed off carefully. Again her hands were everywhere,

Once she had him dried off, she had him lie down on the bed, and began to work his body. The sensation was amazing, already all of his nerve endings were on fire and this just added to it.

When one hand reached between his legs and very lightly tickled his testicles, Dean had to clench to keep from blasting off. Somehow he managed to hold back, then her hand reached up and pulled his penis downwards. Dean felt her lean forward, he felt something damp.

Was she actually licking his cock from behind? Dean wasn't sure until she sucked the end of it into her mouth, swirling her tongue around.

He felt himself grow so firm that she was having a tough time doing that.

"Maybe I should roll over?" He asked.

"Please." She answered.

When he did, her hands went to his chest, began circles down over his belly. Each circle she let her hands drift over his erection, stroking it slowly.

This was fast becoming the most sensual experience of Dean's life.

"I like very much to have a penis in my mouth, do you mind if I do that for you?" She asked him. Dean thought that sounded odd since he was sure she had done that while he was face down.

"Go ahead." He told her. Carlita leaned down and engulfed him.

Her attentions were eager, it was clear that she really did enjoy doing that. Dean lay back and enjoyed the sensations. When she reversed herself without taking her mouth off his erection, Dean found himself looking upwards and a very engorged set of pussy lips.

He tipped his head forward and began to tease her with his tongue. He saw that Carlita reached a climax herself in seconds, that was followed only a few seconds later by another much more massive one. Her hips came down and she pressed herself to his face, not once did she stop suckling at him.

Dean felt himself building, just as he reached the point of no return she stopped and trapped the base of his penis.

Turning around she opened her legs and settled down on his belly. He could feel the wetness of her as she slid lower and lower.

Without even reaching down, she wriggled around until the tip of him found her opening, then she pressed downward.

"I usually...do not...do this...I just use my...hands and...my mouth..but I..want..that big..beautiful...cock!" She managed as she thrust wildly at him.

Dean could not last very long, he blasted off over and over, getting squeals from her with each blast.

They lay together for several minutes, then she had him climb back into the tub and washed him off again.

+++

Later, she dressed, Dean handed her two #100 bills. She looked at them stuffed them in her purse.

On the way out the door, she handed him a card.

"Call me when you come back to town. Please?" She smiled, tipped her head up and kissed him.

+++

A tapping at the door woke Dean up.

"Housekeeping." A female voice called out. Dean threw on a robe and opened the door, it was the same maid from the day before.

"Sorry. I come back?" She said.

"No. It's OK, come on in." He held the door for her.

He went into the bathroom and brushed his teeth while she worked, then went back out and sat down in a chair.

"Thank you for having Carlita call me." He told her.

"Carlita? Si. She is my sister." The maid smiled sweetly.

"Really?" Dean was surprised at that. Now that he thought about it, this woman did look quite a bit like Carlita, just a younger version.

"Si. She say senor es muy bueno." The maid looked down at the lower portion of his robe, where he held it tightly together since he was naked beneath it.

"I see." Dean grinned, suddenly feeling very naughty. He let the robe gap, as it opened the end of his erection sprang out.

The woman stood there and watched. Dean opened the robe even more, turned towards her, She smiled, watching.

"Muy bueno!" She mumbled.

Then she reached for the note pad, wrote something on it. Dean looked at it.

"Maria." and a phone number was what it read.

"Maria?" Dean pointed at her.

"Si."

"Dean." He pointed at himself.

"Si!" She broke into a huge grin, then she turned and finished up his room. Dean covered himself back up, she headed for the door.

At the door, she stopped and turned back.

"Call me tonight at around 8 O'clock, OK?" She told him in perfect English.

As soon as she was gone, Dean started laughing.

+++

I missed my plane, the cab got stuck in traffic, boss." He told the office when he called.

"Crap! Well, do what you have to do. When are you getting in?" His boss asked.

"I am on the late flight tomorrow." Dean told him.

"OK. Well, see you when you get here."

"I assume this extra will be on my expense account since it wasn't my fault." He lied.

"I guess. Sure, no problem." His boss told him.

Dean laughed after he hung up the phone.

Might as well go play some quarter machines until 8 PM, he thought. 



Negotiations with Alysson



Everyone has heard about the government cutbacks, everyone it would appear except Alysson. Alysson is a teacher, in fact she is the ICT co-ordinator for a primary school I work with. 

I'm an IT technician with a bigger school. Alysson had made a massive request for a piece of software to run on the whole network. The software was expensive, complicated to configure and of what was generally perceived by management to be of a benefit not commensurate with the expense in terms of outlay, or man power to install. 

I had been given the delightful task of meeting with her to persuade her to step back from the software, or to make some concessions to bring the project within an acceptable scale.

There are some things I got told about Alysson that made me look forward to the meeting with interest and with trepidation. Firstly, she was, by repute, very, very attractive in a kirsten dunst kind of way, very natural. Secondly, she was spoken of regularly behind her back, she was referred to as a marriage wrecker, a temptress and often just a downright slut. The word was she had slept with a school inspector to get a better report, she had had a threesome with the former headmistress and her husband to get her spot on the management team, and that she was not above using her body to get anything she wanted; from that better report, to regularly giving the caretaker a blow job to get extra equipment.

With this knowledge I went into the meeting with a list of firm points to ensure I remained focussed and did not give up the senior management's position. We met at 11am in the staff room. We sat across from each other in some arm chairs, hidden from the main room by a partition wall. She was wearing a grey skirt suit, carrying her handbag and jacket, the skirt was mid thigh length and pleated. She opened the meeting by spelling out her argument for the software, I countered with my argument. The deal should have been done in about 10 minutes, but somehow we were still debating 20 minutes later and I could see that Alysson was starting to get frustrated and was beginning her diversionary tactics.

Alysson began to slide forwards in her chair, her skirt riding up obviously, I could see her stocking tops. She kept opening her knees slightly trying to distract me, but somehow I stayed focussed. She attempted to gain my attention further by seductively sipping from her glass of water, running her tongue along the rim suggestively. After almost 30 minutes of this she excused herself, leaving her jacket but taking her handbag.

When she returned I noticed some things had changed immediately. Gone were her stockings, her skirt had got shorter, she had let her hair down from it's ponytail and her blouse was open several buttons more than it had been. She sat down opposite me, keeping her knees firmly together. I decided to play her game a bit and see how far she would go.

I picked up a specification sheet from my case and pointed out something on it to do with hardware we would need to run the software, she moved towards the edge of the chair and her skirt rode up. She caught it before it exposed her and then leant forwards. As I've mentioned she is a lot like kirsten dunst, and this includes quite small breasts, which I was treated to a full view of as she inspected the paper in my hand. I was aware that she was dismissing my argument about the hardware by saying she could get a pay later deal and we could take the money out of next years budget. I was quite frankly more interested in the view down her top. She had clearly removed her bra and was currently displaying a pair of what must have been 30b boobs, topped with stiff, pink nipples. She remained looking at the paperwork much longer than necessary before she finally sat back, crossing her legs and giving me a brief flash of some short dark pubic hair.

I began to sum up my final position, she could take the deal I was offering, for a cut down version of the software on less workstations or she could leave it. She abandoned logic and began to appeal to my better nature about 'doing it for the kids', which she coupled with her final flourish. Alysson sat forward in her seat, her skirt rolling fully under her arse. She looked furtively sideways to ensure we were alone before whispering:

"If you push this through for me, you can do a lot more than look"

With that she perched on the very edge of the seat and spread her legs wide showing me a very shaved, very pink, very wet labia, topped with an erect and exposed clit. Her mound of venus was prominent on her slender frame and the small triangle of cropped dark hair on top of it somehow made it look even more naked. She remained like that for at least a minute, before closing her legs slowly and making one last appeal for me to approve the software for both of our benefit. I reminded her of the management position and the deal she'd been offered. I asked her:

"If you reconsider the offer, or if you find a cheaper solution I'll be pleased to reconsider and to meet with you again."

Alysson slid back in her seat, a little flushed, obviously turned on. She smoothed her skirt, got up and picked up her jacket. In the same action she reached into her bag, took something out and held it in her hand

"I'm sorry we couldn't come to an arrangement, maybe next time we can see eye to eye on the matter, for the good of each other and that of the children" 

She dropped the thing in her hand into my case and left the room. I checked what she'd done although I had a good idea what it was. I reached into the case and drew out the item. It was her knickers, tiny, black, lacy and thoroughly soaked. I'd had fun, clearly so had she.



Negotiations with Jenny



The evening isn't turning out for Daniel the way he thought it would when his co-star asked him to her apartment to go over their scene for tomorrow. Though maybe it's turning out a lot more like he's daydreamed it would. 

He loves his wife, he really does, but he'd be lying if he said that Jenny's long, curly dark hair and her playful, knowing smiles haven't been popping up in his fantasies more and more lately.

He knows she's crazy in love with her husband, too, but the kinds of scenes they've been having lately, with the queen she plays picking his messenger boy out of a crowd and coming onto him, make him sometimes wish they weren't just playing for the cameras.

He's already half-hard when she gets up to get the coffee; he's been trying so hard not to flirt with her all night, but with that dress of hers it's really difficult. Then she'd sat down next to him on the couch and pressed her leg up close to him. Touched his knee when she made her points. When she comes back with the coffee, she doesn't sit next to him on the couch.

She sits in his lap.

"Jenny," he protests.

She simply smiles, and grinds her butt firmly into him. He bites his lip, knows he must be letting on just how hot this makes him. She drapes her arm around his shoulders.

"M-mark," he says. "A-and Melissa."

"I talked to Melissa," she says, "and we came to an agreement."

"O-oh?" The way she's sitting, he can see right down her top.

"We think you should get what you've been daydreaming about." She smiles broadly. "And don't even try to deny it. I know you get hard when the Empress kisses her boy."

"I--"

She raises her eyebrows at him.

"I--do."

"Good boy, Daniel. Honesty." She pats him on the shoulder. "So Melissa thinks you should get to play. But there are a few rules."

He nods. It's all he can do.

"First, when you are here, you do what I say. I am in charge." She punctuates this by giving a little wriggle with her hips, and tugging lightly on the hairs at the back of his neck. He shudders and hardens even further.

"Secondly, when you go home, you tell Melissa everything she wants to know about what I did to you." He doesn't know if that's better or worse, but he nods. He's only just starting to imagine the kinds of things Jenny could do to him.

"Thirdly, Mark gets to watch any time he asks to." He starts to protest but she shushes him with fingers to his lips. "He won't fuck me while you're here. But maybe...what if I want two men, hmm? He's my husband." She ducks her head and whispers in his ear, sending shivers up his spine. "Would you do that for me, Daniel? If I were riding you, would you suck Mark off for me?"

"I--hgnhghh." He says. She takes his head in her hands and strokes the sides of his face. She's stunning, gorgeous in a different way than his equally beautiful strawberry-blonde wife. "I--I'd try. For you."

"Good," she purrs. And Jenny purring could make him hard from a standing start. When she's already sitting in his lap, an armful of soft woman, he thinks he's going to come in his pants.

She wriggles in his lap again, and starts to get up. "One more thing," she says. "Then I'll let you think about it. You can tell me tomorrow, if you say yes."

"Okay." He's got the most massive boner, and he thinks he can smell her arousal as she stands. How on earth is he going to last until tomorrow?

"You never, ever come while you're with me." She reaches down between his legs to stroke him through his pants, and his eyes roll back. "Never, Daniel. You understand? I'll touch you, I might even let you fuck me, but you won't orgasm. Melissa and I agree, only she has the right to say when you can come."

"Oh Jesus." Having to go home after a night like this--Jesus, if she fucks him? She's hardly touched him and he feels like he can pound nails. Having to go home after that, somehow, and then tell Melissa everything Jenny did to him--and beg for release?

God, these two are good.

She strokes his cheek. "What do you think, Daniel?"

"I-I think," he says. "Probably yes. Probably definitely yes."

"Good boy," she says, and kisses him. It's their first proper kiss, as themselves, not the Empress and her boy.

"Oh God," he says when he can breathe again. "We've got a scene tomorrow."

"Yes, we do," she says, smirking. "And you're going to be as hard as a rock from the moment the Empress smiles at you, aren't you?"

"God," he says with feeling.

She smiles as she steps back. She gives him a peck on the cheek. "Thank you for coming over. I want you to be sure. When you're ready, go home. Tell Melissa. Call me tomorrow morning if you're in." Then she has a thought. "No, wait. Tell me, tomorrow. Find a way when you're in character to tell the Empress that you've agreed. If you agree. That you're willing to submit to anything I do to you, within reason, and that it includes Melissa and Mark in the ways we've said."

"Okay." He starts to stand up. "But what about me now? God, Jenn, I'm--" he swallows. May as well say it. "I'm fucking hard right now."

"I know," she says, and palms him through his pants, long amazing strokes. She stops far too soon. "Think of it as practice. If you can go tonight without coming, and you still want in, then say yes. Tomorrow."

And she kisses him again, and disappears.

He gulps deep breaths as he tries to get his heartbeat under control. Melissa, he thinks, is going to get the best sex of her life tonight.