0 comments/ 55469 views/ 5 favorites Seduction, Inc. Ch. 1 By: queenbea339 Seduction, n. Act of seducing, Seduce, vt. To entice to surrender, to lead astray; to corrupt Incorporate, vt. To form into one body; to unite; to blend "I'm not sure," he murmured flirtatiously, his blue eyes sparkling in his tanned face. "Couldn't you try it on for me – just so I can check out the fit?" She held up the red leather size D corset and started laughing. Glancing down at her body and practically flat chest, she shook her head. "Check out the fit as it falls down my body and onto the floor? You'd hurt yourself laughing. Different outfit style, different size, I take it this is the second woman you're buying a Valentine's gift for?" "I am in demand." He agreed modestly. "And I wouldn't laugh - I appreciate all shapes and sizes. It's just criminal that you've been hiding that exquisite backside and those beautiful legs all this time. You really look hot today." "Yeah," she agreed dryly as she started ringing up his purchases "I do look hot today." Hot being the operative word. When the day started at the ungodly hour of 8am, her short wrap red dress had accented the positives of her small 5ft frame. Her tiny breasts had looked larger, her waist smaller, her taut butt bigger, her legs longer – especially in the fishnet stockings and sexy red heels. Her makeup had been perfect, accenting her brown eyes with gold flecks. Her curly red hair had been swept up with just a teasing amount of tendrils allowed to escape. Thirteen hours later - the dress was wrinkled & twisted, her fishnets torn, her makeup melted, mascara smeared and her hair was escaping in masses. "So Pam," he continued, lounging his taut 6'2 blue jean frame on her counter, "when are you going on a date with me?" He grasped her hand and kissed her palm. She tried not to laugh. He was such a fun flirt. A woman couldn't ask for a better man to help her feel sexy and build up her ego. Controlling her face, she leaned forward and whispered confidentially. "Problem is I'm especially demanding – you know, 2 or 3 times at least. " He tossed his blond hair back and flashed a cocky grin. "Just let me know which nights a week you want." "No – that wouldn't work. I mean 2 or 3 times a night, every night." She managed to get her hand free and the love kit of massage oils from his other hand at the same time. His eyes widened slightly. He glanced up and down her body considering. "Umm hmm" he agreed slowly. "Well, one of my girlfriends would be happy to help us out." She shook her head sorrowfully. "Sorry, it's just that other women…well they're not my thing. Besides I wouldn't want to share. You'd have to do all the work alone. That comes to $205.50 with the chocolates and flowers. Will that be cash or charge?" She almost erupted in giggles at the arrested look on his face. Straightening from the counter he placed his hand over his heart and vowed "I'd sacrifice myself to you and work hard. I'd give up all the others." With a little more encouragement he'd probably strip naked and throw himself on the floor. Eyeing his hard body she sighed regretfully – too bad he insisted on calling her Pam. "Right," a dry male voice agreed. A warm arm draped about her shoulders and squeezed her briefly against a hard muscled chest. "Trying to steal my manager? Besides what would all the women in the area do if you were off the market? You'd be the cause of wide spread depression." Mitchell stepped sideways and grabbed the heart covered wrapping paper. In seconds the chocolates, love kit and boxed lingerie were covered. Mike pulled out his cash "Too true. Besides I wouldn't dream of trying to steal her away from you – where would I shop then? But if you ever want to let her go..." Mitchell cocked an eyebrow and started around the counter. Pamela watched as he escorted a laughing Mike to the door. Damn that man looked good in a tux …and the way he moved! Shaking her head in regret; Pamela quickly totaled the cash register, stuffed the cash in an empty bank deposit bag and wobbled as fast as her aching feet would let her into the back room. She tossed the bank bag onto the 5foot table and let out a groan as she lowered herself into a chair. If she took her shoes off to rub her aching feet – she'd never get them back on. Large warm hands descended on her shoulders and started rubbing the kinks out of her neck and back. His warmth infused her body. "God," she moaned. "Why didn't anybody warn me how vicious Valentine's Day would be? I thought Christmas was bad…but this!" Her dazed eyes swept over the mess in the once spacious, orderly back room. The flower refrigerator only contained empty 5 gallon buckets, empty packing and chocolate boxes were stacked everywhere, damaged lingerie was strewn across every surface, chocolate bits and flower cuttings were dropped across the floor, wrapping paper and bows were shoved into every nook and empty movie casings were cascading from the once orderly rack. She groaned again when she remembered the front 2 rooms looked like a twister had touched down – in the middle of all the merchandise displays! "I'm going to need at least four days to recuperate." "Two," he bargained. "Oh, come on! The store's closed for a week. The rest of the staff and cleaning crew won't be in for 5. I can't even inventory or restock until the new delivery comes in 3 days!" "OK," he agreed "Three days it is!" Her elbow connected with a rock hard stomach. "Ouch," he laughingly protested, "Isn't there a law against employer abuse?" "Tell it to the cops-big boy. They'd laugh you out of the station!" "Not if they knew what your elbow almost hit – the men cops would wince and clap you in handcuffs." Rolling her eyes, she turned her head and pointed to his belly button. "Right," she agreed "and I hit you just about there? Exaggerating again, are we?" "Hey, I offered to show you proof before. I just don't want you getting overwhelmed." "Yeah and Tony's not jealous that you're running around offering to show your wares?!" "Wares? My God – a customer for over a year and a manager for 6 months and you still say wares? How do you maintain your ladylike image and innocence?" He teased. He crossed his arms and propped himself against a filing cabinet. "By hardly ever dating and not getting any sex." She grabbed the deposit slip and calculator left on the table from the earlier deposit. "Oh well - the sacrifices owners have to make in order to keep their best manager happy…if sex is what you require – I'll try to uphold my end but with you demanding sex 2 or 3 times a night, Tony's going to have to do his part too." "So not only are you willing to put out - but pimping Tony too? You ought to be ashamed! Besides just imagine the look on his face!" Laughing gleefully she quickly totaled the cash and filled out the deposit slip. Stuffing the money and two deposits into the bag, she quickly zippered it closed. "Just imagine the look on both our faces if you take up with Mike. Or worse – your ex -who's suddenly been calling everyday. Look, we were going to double team you and grill you at dinner, but I can't wait. You know we've both loved you ever since you timidly crept into our store. We're concerned. What's going on hon?" To love and be loved – a wonderful thing surely. And to find not one, but two men, either of who could be her soul mates – impossible right? But to realize that they were already a part of a couple – with each other – that was her rough luck. "Get real – Me dating Marauding Mike?!" She gave him a horrified look – surely he must be teasing. "Pamela – like Tony and I haven't noticed that Mike's been in the store at least twice a week for the last month, hitting on you… If you're not interested, you're little flirting act isn't helping." His voice actually sounded irritated. "Mike's fun - not serious. And I'd never go back with Frank." She said indignantly and tossed the zippered bag and deposit copy at his stomach. "We actually started living separate lives a long time ago. Besides one of the things his masculinity couldn't handle was that I shopped in this store – just how does he think he can handle me running it?" Mitchell shook his head sadly. "There's just something wrong with a guy who can't enjoy watching someone masturbate. You'd think he'd be happy to just dive in…" She felt herself flushing. Did Tony and Mitchell constantly have to tease her about the purchases she'd made at this store over a year ago? She'd been in a depression for over a year and had admitted to a few friends that she and Frank had just drifted apart. How did you go from having sex almost every night of the week to once a month? To hugging and talking in bed to someone sleeping on the couch? They had told her about Seduction, Inc. And just how a few purchases from the upscale adult boutique had helped spice up their own sex lives and re-introduce closeness with their partners. She had imagined a disgusting, dirty gritty little store with live nudie shows and little booths with dried cum shots on the floors and walls – not to mention the leering men who shopped there. She'd adamantly refused until one of her friends had finally dragged her into the shop. It had been three weeks before Valentine's Day exactly one year ago. The store had been a shock – and she'd loved it at first sight. It had been large, airy and elegant. Everything had been designed with enticement in mind – a feast to attract and ensnare all five senses. Sight, sound, smell, taste and touch – it was funny how often the two intertwined to lure and enchant. In the front room, a decadent gold wrapped chocolate counter, cut and silk flower arrangements, love poems and cards, incense, scented candles, perfumes, colognes, massage oils and romance music were displayed. A small dressing room was tucked discretely next to male and female lingerie in material ranging from shimmering silk to butter soft leather to voluptuous velvet and not so innocent white lace. And you were consequently lured deeper into the art of seduction and the next section of the store – where erotic sculptures and paintings celebrated sexuality and highlighted a more adult display. Lotions and lubes; erotic books and explicit videos; rings for different body parts; penis pumps; dildos and dongs; anal plugs and beads, silk ropes and leather harnesses – somehow, everything still appealed. The only problem was she'd been too embarrassed to actually buy anything – especially from the gorgeous men at the counter! They were probably two of the major attractions from the mostly female clientele. Both were around 6 feet with hard muscular bodies – one had dirty blond hair with brown eyes and the other had jet-black hair with green eyes. Her friend had brazenly taken a video up to the counter – then spoiled her act of bravery by claiming it was for a bachelorette party they were attending! She hadn't been able to forget about the shop – it had seemed to haunt and tempt her. A week later she was back. On her second trip she'd actually worked up the nerve to buy chocolates, flowers and music from one of the women clerks. Before Valentines Day she'd made her third trip and managed to purchase some oils, a video and lingerie. One of the gorgeous owners had offered to give his opinion on which piece had had the most sex appeal on her. Somehow, she'd realized then that the men were partners both inside and outside the store - something that most of the male customers and few of the female ever seemed to realize. Valentine's Day had been a bust. She had admitted defeat on being able to seduce her husband with their old conventional means. She'd decided to buy some toys as an enhancement to sex – to add mutual stimulation. It had half worked - she'd been stimulated. It was liberating and eye opening to experience her first intense orgasm at the ripe old age of 35. But Frank – Frank had initially been uninterested, then disbelieving and finally threatened. So she'd given up on Frank - and bought more toys. Toys she'd had no idea how to use or what the weird attachments they sometimes came with were for (what were you supposed to do with a metal spike attachment for a dildo?!) but she'd been willing to try (except for the metal spikey thing). She'd gone a little crazy for a while – especially with Mitchell and Tony egging her on. They both celebrated and embraced sexual desire and love. Each had even offered advice and names for a sex therapist for Frank! Frank had still not been interested and three months after she'd walked into Seduction, Inc – Frank had walked out of her life. It was sad that after 12 years of being together she'd felt nothing but relief. She'd been given an opportunity to start anew – to experience life and it's joys – to hopefully flourish one day with a new love. She did not want someone who had been bored with her and their life together for the last 5 years. Mitchell and Tony had thrown a bon voyage party for the moved out Frank. Including presents – Very naughty presents - from the store of course, and were still teasing her. Mitchell waved his hand in front of her face. "Hey, I know you were with Frank a long time and that a lot of divorced couples start seeing each other again – but sweetie, I don't think that's good for you. You're a beautiful, exciting woman with a lot to give – don't shortchange yourself." "Mitchell – you are a love. I am not and nor will I- go back with Frank. And thanks for the pep talk. But I can assure you that an overheated, exhausted, short, flat chested, squire built, old, 36 year old is hardly beautiful and nowhere near exciting." "With a tigress's eyes, a great ass and drop dead legs - which I noticed you didn't mention – so you must be fishing for compliments." He tapped his finger against her small chin. "If you'll get over your ex you'll see a whole hoard of men just hanging around waiting for you to give them a chance. I think you'd agree with me we've been having a few more male customers lately?" "And it's Valentine's Day…so your point is?" She inquired sarcastically. "Mela, Mela" he sighed – shaking his head. "And here Tony and I were scared you'd find yourself swept off your feet and out of our lives." "Leaving the two of you in the lurch. Working every single moment of the day that you're not at your other jobs, instead of just stopping by occasionally and helping out on holidays. Not to mention doing the bookwork once again, hiring the help, arranging displays, ordering supplies, and stocking the shelves. And where did you get Mela from?" "Ok – Ok" he laughed waving the copy of the night's deposit slip. "Tony and I both agree you're indispensable. The increase in sales from your savvy advertising and additional stock speak for themselves." He straightened from the file cabinet and held her coat open for her. "You hate Pam – so I've shortened it to Mela – exotic isn't it? Let's go – Tony's probably wondering where we've been." She slipped her arms into her coat. "Look – about dinner. It is Valentine's Day and I am tired. Why don't I take a rain check and come to dinner tomorrow or the next day?" He stilled for a second then gently smoothed her coat collar around her neck. "So" he drawled "it is Valentine's Day and you have a date with someone other then marauding Mike or faint-hearted Frank…" A shocked laugh escaped her. "Faint-hearted?" He placed a warm hand on the small of her back and steered her towards the exit. He held open the door, punched in the alarm code and locked up then walked her toward their cars. "If the shoe fits…so what's his name, where did you meet, and I am crushed you didn't tell us about him sooner!" "Mitchell, you are crazy tonight! Who are you talking about? My supposed date? I meant it's Valentine's Day and don't you want a quiet dinner with just you and Tony? I really don't want to be a third wheel." "Darling, you do realize this is a big anniversary for us? It's been a little over a year since we all meant and fell in love." He declared dramatically – hand over his heart. "Besides Tony wants to have you for dinner." He wriggled his eyebrows at her comically and barely controlled a smirk at her exasperated snort. "OK." She sighed. Digging her keys out she started unlocking her car door. "Let me run home, jump in the shower and change while you drop the deposit off at the bank. I'll be by in an hour or so." "No way." He pointed at her across her car roof. "You'll go home, take a shower, crawl into your bed and call us sometime tomorrow. Leaving us both alone on Valentine's Day – a night that should be shared with the ones you love!" She flushed guiltily. "I'm tired and trying to leave you two together!" "That's it!" He tapped on her passenger door. "I obviously can't trust you – unlock the door." Startled she hit the automatic lock. "Now you want to come home with me?" She questioned. "Oh be still my beating heart, she's asked me to come home with her. Tony would be jealous about that!" Pulling open her back door, he grabbed her gym bag, hit the automatic locks and slammed the passenger door shut. Flashing her a triumphant look, he threw the bag into his own back seat. "They're clean – you haven't been to the gym in over a week – so there's your change. You can try our new shower. Now - your carriage awaits you. So get in!" "You want me to leave my car here all night? How am I getting home?" She wondered if she ought to offer to drive him – he was acting crazy. He blew out a breath. "You are determined to spoil things, aren't you? Pamela – Tony and I are not blind. We were just getting by before." He paused and looked at her considering. Then he slowly added, "You've dramatically increased sales in the store and we have a proposition we wanted to talk to you about. Driving and a celebratory cocktail don't mix – so it's better if you leave your car. The guest room's always ready and tomorrow Tony or I can drive you back here." He nodded determinedly towards the passenger door again. "Get in." She'd felt her eyes widen in surprise. Jumping in his car, she looked at him teasingly. "So what other beans can I get you to spill before we get to the apartment, hmm?" He growled at her. "Nothing! So you better just sit back and behave yourself." ###### Tony must have been watching for Mitchell's car, because as soon as Mitchell came to a stop he threw open the door. He had changed from his morning shift at the store from the tux into a form fitting pair of black jeans and a button down black shirt. Damn he was sexy. Wouldn't she feel great in sweats. Oh well – they weren't likely to care. She noticed Tony looked almost angry as he loomed in the doorway. Damn, there were some definite weird vibes. She wondered if they were in agreement on the proposition. On the way over she had dreamed about what she'd do with a raise or even a percentage of the increase in profits. Oh well - she'd only been there for six months – she hadn't really been expecting an increase for a year. Mitchell got out and grabbed her gym bag. Slamming the door shut he jerked a thumb at the passenger side. "Pamela is in the passenger seat. I decided she couldn't be trusted to actually show up tonight so I made her leave her car at the store." Tony suddenly seemed to relax against the doorframe. He lazily crossed his arms and murmured something as Mitchell brushed past him into the apartment. "Are you emotionally or physically attached to the front seat? Or are you waiting for a stretcher?" Tony teasingly called. Taking a deep breath, she peeled herself out of the car and staggered on swollen feet up the freezing sidewalk. "My feet throb, its cold and it feels like 24 hours since I last slept." Tony pulled her against his hard body, enfolding her in his warmth. Brushing a light kiss on her lips he pulled her inside and slammed the door shut on the cold. It took him seconds to peel off her coat and push her towards the huge overstuffed living room sofa. "And yet you still manage that fresh, dewy eyed look." He teased. Seduction, Inc. Ch. 1 A single glance around told her Tony had had some plans for Valentines Day after all. The lights were dimmed with a few flickering scented candles lit, a fire dancing in the fireplace, soft music was playing and there were ice buckets chilling on the sofa table. For the first time she felt uncomfortable in their home. Maybe she could call a taxi or simply stay in the guest room claiming exhaustion – but then she remembered the angry glare Tony had given Mitchell before he had seen her. What was going on? With a gentle push Tony sent her sprawling along the length of the sofa, only her feet still retaining purchase with the floor. The cushions plumped beneath his weight as he settled on the end. She felt him lift her legs and pillow them across his thighs. He pried the shoes off her swollen feet. When he gently started to massage her arches and the balls of her heels, she whimpered and felt her body go limp. Tony chuckled. "Vanity thy name is…Nine West?! Great shoes and they do make the most of these legs – but doll, thirteen hours on your feet call for more like a nurse's shoe." He scolded. Weakly she lifted her head and glanced down her body. Yeah – her dress had ridden up – but at least the tops of her thighs were still covered. Not that she cared – she felt too good. The crazy, busy store day; her ex suddenly calling again; the talk with Mitchell – it was all forgotten. Her head fell back into the enveloping cushions. "Nurse shoes would have looked real good with this outfit. Men have it so easy." She murmured. A warm tingling had started in her toes and was flowing up her feet, calves and thighs. When it reached her groin, she felt her temperature rise. She knew a heated flush was working it's way from her stomach, up her chest and neck and flooding her face. "I guess you'll have to blame that demanding manager who insisted all us employees dress up for shopping holidays." Tony said dryly. "Speaking of that demanding manager – I know all she had on my shift was chocolate, so where's the food?" Mitchell's voice floated from a distance. "Sorry kitten." Tony patted her feet a last time and eased out from under her legs. "Let me get the snacks. We're all starving. Besides the massage would feel better without the fishnet – I promise I'll finish with you later." She struggled to a sitting position and forced her eyes back open. Mitchell plopped down on the sofa next to her and draped an arm over her shoulders. He had changed into flannel pajama bottoms and a T-shirt that bared his muscled arms and hugged his chest lovingly. She half groaned. If the two of them kept looking so good and giving out massages, she was going to attack some poor unsuspecting guy for sex. Tony came back in with two large trays of fruit, cheese, bread, crackers and dips. He shoved the fruit and cheese tray onto her lap. "Better get some now, 'cause Mitchell will eat it all." He promised. He reached into the ice buckets and pulled out three glasses and a bottle of champagne. "In between bites – why don't you tell us of today's incredible profits?" Tony joked. Mitchell grinned at her. "Even after the advertising investments and stock increases – I think she tripled the profits made this year from the last two." He shared triumphantly. "Give me a few days for the figures, guys!" She laughed. Tony popped the cork out of the champagne and filled the glasses. "Drink up – but make sure you eat too." He ordered, passing around the glasses. "We have some things to discuss and I don't want you wasted!" He sat in the armchair on her other side. "I told her some things." Mitchell guiltily admitted. "She wasn't going to come – even after I told her you insisted on having her for dinner. So I had to force and bribe her." Tony cocked an eyebrow at Mitchell. "And you told her…" "That she was indispensable, we didn't want to loose her, we love her and were concerned over the men suddenly panting after her, she was doing a great job at the store and we had a proposition for her…" Mitchell summarized. "Well," Tony grumped "what did you leave for me to tell her?" "About just how great I am – yea of little faith who didn't want to sink the extra money into advertising and starting a web site!" Pamela supplied helpfully. "You're going to say I told you so for the next year, aren't you?" Tony questioned. "Yep" Pamela smirked, smacking Mitchell's hands away from the fruit. The food trays were almost empty and her stomach was pleasantly full – but keeping Mitchell away from the few remaining morsels was simply to fun. Tony leaned his head back into the armchair and regarded Pamela thoughtfully. "When we hired you, we were determined that things were going to work. Decisions had always been made jointly. We wanted to expand that to you – not an employee but a third partner. We needed you to be secure, confident and happy – for a long time." She melted inside. "I am happy. And thank you for your support and confidence." Mitchell started choking. "Confidence?" He managed. "We thought it would take you a year to start making changes and figure things out. And forget any profit." She was confused. "If you thought so little of my abilities just why did you hire me?" "We felt guilty – tempting you into a life a sin. You had initially crept into our store so timid and innocent. Suddenly you turned into rampaging sex maniac and buying all our products. When we decided to hire a manager – it had to be you - to keep you from bankruptcy!" Mitchell teased. She grabbed a throw pillow and smacked him. Tony laughed but replied soberly. "With us working at our full time jobs & splitting the hours at the shop – things were a mess. We were content, not realizing something was missing. After all we had no time or energy to invest, to spruce things up, to be more creative." He toasted her. "But you've changed that. I think the three of us just - mesh." He finished softly. Mesh. What an odd word for it. She looked around their apartment fondly and realized she'd spent more time here then at her friends and families homes combined. These two men were closer to her then anyone had ever been. They offered her warmth, loving and caring. They had become her support, her friends, her playmates, her comparison for all future men in her life – and the true reason why she hadn't started dating again. Other men would always be lacking. She blinked back tears from her eyes and cleared her throat. "Yeah," she managed to agree. "All the compliments I'm heaping on you and you manage one eloquent Yeah?" Tony accused. "Where's the love and credit we deserve?" He demanded. "Especially when we tell you we want to give you a percentage of the increased profits and to become our third in fact - but only if you feel comfortable." He finished in a nervous rush. Shock radiated throughout her body. Mitchell ran a hand soothingly across her shoulder and arm. "It's up to you – but it's been a huge relief to us - having someone else run the store. We can drop in and work occasionally and its fun again. So take some time to think about it over the next few weeks and we can discuss some options – it's not like the business end has to be settled immediately." He finished with an odd emphasis to Tony. Pamela rolled her neck and shoulders – easing tension from her muscles. Mitchell stacked the empty trays and champagne bottle to the side of the table. He twisted till his back leaned against the sofa arm. Picking her up like she weighed nothing, he positioned her so her back was against his chest and her legs were stretched straight. He cupped his palms around her shoulders then started stretching her tight muscles. "My god," she moaned "you two keep this up and you're going to spoil me for men." "And just exactly what are we – androids?" Tony accused. "We put ourselves at her command – driving her around, massaging her body, filling her stomach and even pay her - for the privilege of what – being abused?" He stomped into the kitchen. Mitchell suddenly pushed her boneless body off the couch and lightly slapped her rump. "Better go get in the shower. Get changed and comfortable. Tony's getting grumpy and is going to want his dinner soon." He warned. "I put an extra pair of pajama bottoms and an extra robe in the bathroom for you in case you didn't want to wear the sweats. They belonged to my sister – a short stuff like you – so they should fit. But whatever you're comfortable in." Stretching like a lazily he stalked Tony into the kitchen. She could see Tony through the bar opening separating the two rooms. He was standing sideways – slamming cabinets. She watched as Mitchell's front spooned Tony's back. Mitchell started nibbling on Tony's neck and ear while his hands drifted around and up- rubbing Tony's chest. Her breath came faster and her breasts started swelling as she watched Mitchell slowly start down again - unbuttoning Tony's shirt. Mitchell's hands slipped down to Tony's waist and inched the opened shirt out of his black jeans. She stopped breathing as Tony's wide, muscled chest was revealed – his nipples hardened and peeking through his dark dusting of hair. She shuddered and her stomach muscles contracted sharply in lust. Served her right - being a voyeur in their apartment. They hardly ever touched in public. They'd be embarrassed if they knew she was watching them and getting wet. That she wanted to be the one touching and licking Tony, with Mitchell rubbing against her like a lazy warm lion. She forced her eyes away and turned. Screaming rebellion, her throbbing body carried her away from them and into the guest room. To Be Continued... Seduction, Inc. Ch. 2 Somehow she made it into the guestroom. Falling across the bed, she took deep breaths and forced herself to calm her racing libido. Dinner was not really required. She had filled up on the fruit, cheese and bread. If she could relax enough in the shower, maybe she could just fall asleep. When she got to the bathroom and turned the shower handle on, she suddenly found herself grinning. Mitchell had been teasing her for a week about trying their new guest room shower and having a demo installed in Seduction, Inc. Looking at the shower jets, she now understood why. It was a model that surrounded the bather with a total of seven different jet sprays – all guaranteed to hit the bather in certain strategic areas. Eyeing the shower thoughtfully, she started ripping off her clothes. The way those two continuously teased her – it would really serve them right if she masturbated in their brand new shower. She didn't even have to adjust the level of the sprays. It felt like the shower had been built for her – to hit all her erogenous zones and at exactly the right force. A soft mist fell over her head while her breasts were being gently massaged by a softly raining spray on each mound. Two more forceful sprays palpitated her shoulder muscles. Her eyes widened and she had to support herself on shocked trembling arms. The final two sprays felt like they were trying to eat their way into her body. Somehow the front jet was squeezing between her lower lips and pulsating against her clit while the back jet was shooting a stream between her buttocks and throbbing against her dark hole. Shuddering against the exquisite sensations, her head dropped forward and she arched her back - letting the spray pound against her backside and between her opened cheeks. When her ass started tingling, she straightened then languidly started rubbing the liquid soap against and around her small breasts. Remembering the way Mitchell had smoothed his hands against Tony's chest, she squeezed her nipples gently then lightly scrapped her nails against the hardened peaks. She stroked her hands over her rub cage and down her flat hard stomach, stretching, stroking and rubbing herself in languid teasing motions. Widening her legs slightly, she gently pulled her pussy lips open with one hand and let the water pulsate uninterrupted against her clit. She slid the other hand around her small hip and grasped a taut round ass check, widening her ass hole further. Rocking slightly, breathing faster, she tried to let the water simultaneously penetrate her deeper in each hole. She felt her thicker pussy fluid leaking out and down her leg and stuffed the hungry, wet, gaping hole with a finger. Her ass contracted in jealously. She lubricated the finger of her other hand with some soap and plugged the opened hole. Half sobbing in sexual frustration, she tried to put pressure on her mound, while rubbing her clit and stuffing fingers in both front and back holes. God – what a moment to realize you should never leave home without your toys – specifically her dildo and anal plug or beads. She felt herself flush and a slight wave washed through her body. Great – she'd managed to achieve a slight orgasm, just enough to leave her wanting more. Unable to make herself cum more, wide-awake and needing a stronger orgasm – she finished washing herself and jumped out of the shower. Immediately she had a problem. Masturbating in the shower and washing away the evidence was one thing, but rubbing her thick still oozing juice all over their nice clean towels was another. She dried her arms, chest and back on their towel, then wrapped her hair in it. Dripping from the waist down in water and body fluids, she grabbed her duffel bag and routed around looking for a gym towel. There was none to be found. Sighing in exasperation, she spotted the cuffs of the extra pajama bottoms and robe Mitchell had supplied. She dried herself on her sweats, and then shoved the smelly incriminating evidence back into the duffel bag. Praying she wouldn't embarrass herself by leaving a wet spot, she reached for the bottoms. She sighed in panicked delight when she realized she'd be wrapping her over-stimulated body in cool, shimmering, sensuous silk. Damn – she'd just have to wash the bottoms before she returned them. She wrapped and tied the robe around her waist. Her body may still feel frustrated but it was certainly tingling nicely. She blessed Mitchell when she saw a brush and blow dryer left on the counter. Quickly pulling the towel off her head, she brushed the tangles out of her hair and ran the dryer over it till it was slightly damp instead of soaking wet. Glancing at herself in passing, she started out of the bedroom – then came to a shocked halt. Turning around to face the full-length mirror on the closet door, she stared at herself in horror. The silk clung to her form lovingly – revealing more then concealing. She turned back and forth – looking at herself straight on and sideways. Her small mounds with the tightened nipples poked out the front, then you had a straight run down her body- rib cage, flat abs and smooth shoulders and back – until you came to her bottom half. In back her ass poked out – firm and full. Then the shocker - her unusually large pussy mound. Both areas just looked like they were begging to be stroked. There was no way those two were not going to know what she had been doing in the shower! She pulled the covers back from the bed – determined just to crawl in and go to sleep. The sudden knock made her jump guiltily. "Are you finished in there? Or should we give you a few more minutes?" Mitchell's voice questioned slyly. No doubt about it – they already knew how their new shower affected people. "I think I'll just head to bed." Pamela called back. There was silence in the hallway for a few moments. "Mela," he said seriously "are you going to open the door?" "Mitchell," she suddenly dared tease "if I open the door in this loaned outfit – you will be shocked and I just wouldn't want to do that to you two." "So you are dressed. OK – I'll brace myself." And the door opened. She wanted to jump into bed and pull the covers over herself but found herself frozen to the spot. Mitchell casually strolled into the room, took one look at her and gave her a wicked grin. "So – will we be adding a demo to the store?" he questioned and crooked his elbow to escort her. She started laughing. Like anything would shock these two. Shaking her head, she allowed him to escort her back towards the living room. Instead she felt like the one who had been shocked. Her feet stumbled and she clutched Mitchell's arm tighter to keep from falling. "Beautiful, isn't he?" Mitchell sighed appreciatively. Tony was lounging back on the sofa – in just his black jeans. His shirt had been discarded revealing his sculpted wide shoulders, muscled arms, firm pectorals and perfect six-pack abs. "Why me?" she questioned. "I know – I'm being tested." She declared. "Just torment me and make me into a slavering drooling idiot." Mitchell's hand covered and trapped her grip on his arm. Then he was pulling her towards the couch. He sank into the end furthest from Tony – his back against the sofa arm – front facing Tony. Then he pulled Pamela down between them. "Now that sounds like the best idea I've heard from you since you started working for us. Let's implement it now." She felt the robe coming apart as he twisted her and pulled her down unto the sofa – practically in his lap!-facing Tony. She tried to grab the sides with one hand while trying to catch herself with the other. Neither hand did its job. She ended up grabbing one of Mitchell's hard thighs and only one side of the robe – exposing one tight hard nipple. Tony grabbed her legs and swung her feet up onto his lap, shoving the opened side of her robe further under her body and trapping her one arm securely against Mitchell's thigh. She let go of the one side and made a grab for the other – trying to work it out from around her arm and under her body. A chill made her shiver, glancing down she watched in shock as Mitchell's hand flipped the other side of the robe off her then covered both her small breasts with his palms. Involuntarily she arched up – pressing the taut buds harder into his palms, wildly rubbing them against his warm large palms. She was rewarded with a small chuckle. Then his hands started smoothing gently down her chest, over her rib cage and down her flat firm stomach. He fingered her belly button, then smoothed gently back up her body to her breasts. He plumped them further, then rolled her nipples between his fingers and squeezed gently. When he started plucking them, her body bucked. She felt like a bolt of electricity had been shot through her nipples and down to her cunt. "Mitchell – Tony – What…?" she stuttered. Her dazed eyes focused slowly on Tony's face. "Shh," Tony soothed, rubbing her feet caressingly. His green eyes glittered at her strangely. They dropped to Mitchell's hands and seemed to hungrily follow the patterns Mitchell was drawing on her body. Tony pushed the large bottom cuffs up her legs to her thighs and started massaging her feet and calves – making her tremble. "I promised I'd finish with you later." She gasped and twisted in their hands. "Wait," she managed. "I don't understand what's going on?" she questioned. "Mela," Mitchell chided her. "I told you Tony wanted to have you for dinner." His hands slid around the waistband of the pajama bottoms, then slipped underneath. Tony leaned forward and covered Mitchell's hands. "Wait." He said. "Mela, I think we need to have that discussion now." Tony said quietly. She managed to open her eyes to find Tony staring at her intently. "Paying attention?" he questioned. She was able to nod once. "Good. See, Mitchell and I have been having a little problem for over a year now. It's called Pamela and she's become somewhat of an obsession. She slipped over our doorstep and into our lives – all wide eyed and innocent. And we found ourselves fascinated. We decided to explore, to maybe corrupt – just a little. But she loved it – and played our game back on us. Flirting with us – enticing us, ensnaring us in her web, in her warmth – all within a month and without even truly realizing what she was doing." "I disagree," Mitchell murmured. He slipped his hands out from under Tony's and started smoothing over her skin again. "A woman – with an ass like this" his hands closed around her waist and he half lifted her and rubbed her ass on his thigh, "buying a video that was mainly ass buggering then trying on lingerie to highlight that ass and asking two homosexual men their opinion?" he gave a dry laugh. "Baby, she was flirting all the way – and lucky we didn't drag her into the back room and bend her over." Tony grinned. "That was beautiful, a masterpiece, even. And you were very lucky there were other customers in that day." He finished. His eyes seemed to ignite suddenly. "But Mela – buying all those toys. A tiny thing like you coming in and buying that dildo – all we could think about for days was you trying to shove it up your tiny tight little cunt. We thought for sure you'd come back in wincing and get the super small dong – but no – instead you go for anal beads. So you can cram something in your ass to make your cunt even tighter and harder to shove things in. Then you bought the anal plug – it must have been too small – 'cause you came back and bought a bigger plug. And finally you bought an entire kit with bigger dongs, attachments, oils and lubricants. God – I thought we were going to go crazy just imaging it all." "You really weren't ready for us though." Mitchell said softly rubbing her back against his chest. "Your ex had just left you. After a little time we steered you to certain movies – you were so innocent – so blind to what was before your eyes. Tony and I have always been attracted to each other, but suddenly there you were. And we both wanted you. And you loved the store. So we decided to give you some time to become aware of us and the possibilities – and hired you as our manager." He laughed and admitted. "We were willing to take a huge loss and pore money into the store to keep you, instead you turned into some dynamite investment and exploded our plans to hell. We were all turned around – instead of you becoming aware of us you were wrapped up in the store and damn good at it! So we decided you weren't quite ready yet and gave you months. I still didn't think you noticed us but Tony didn't like the other men suddenly flirting with you – or your ex coming back. While we were willing to give you time, we certainly didn't want somebody to grab you up and take you away. We sweated for these last two weeks before Valentine's Day thinking that with all the romance in the air, someone else might awaken you. Thank god you've been too busy at the store." "But she did see us Mitchell." Tony corrected staring into her glazed eyes. "Mela has been hugging and rubbing herself against us this last month. She's worn sexier outfits, showcasing her ass. And she ordered herself another dildo – standard size with a large amount of anal lubricant to go with it. Tell me Mela – do you think you've stretched that tiny tight pussy and ass enough to take us?" Tony half whispered. Mitchell groaned and rubbed her ass against his thigh more. And Pamela found herself shuddering. "Lift her up higher, Mitchell." Tony suddenly demanded. He hooked his fingers around the waistband in the back and pulled the pajama bottoms down around her thighs. "God" Tony said in awe "Mitchell can you see that huge pussy mound? No wonder she bought that big dildo to cram in there – her cunt probably swallowed all of it. And forget about needing any lubricant – she's so wet – we'll be slithering off the couch." Mitchell twisted on the couch until his back was against the sofa cushion – then he pulled her firmly onto his lap. Her buttocks were sitting directly on a huge ridge. He pumped his hips up almost involuntarily – then seemed to regain control. He pushed her back till her head was lying past the sofa arm and she was stretched fully across the couch. The robe was pushed open to reveal her entire body. Mitchell's hand lowered and covered her cunt. She moaned and thrust herself deeper into his palm. "Definitely a man eater." Mitchell agreed. She felt the bottoms being slid off, and then her legs were raised. She managed to lift her head in time to see Tony's jet-black head lowered to her cunt. Mitchell carefully spread her large cunt lips wide then smiled at her. "Mela – you've made Tony wait a long time for his dinner and he's famished. Hope you don't have any plans for a long while." Mitchell murmured. Then while Mitchell was firmly pressing down against her mound with his hand and holding her lips wide with his fingers, she felt the first licks of Tony's tongue. Her eyes flew wide open and she started gasping for air. Tony started eating her cunt – right on Mitchell's lap. She felt a hand covering one of her breasts and rubbing it, then suddenly Mitchell's warm brown eyes filled her vision and he smiled. "Now you see us don't you Mela?" he questioned softly and kissed her. She thought she was going to combust. Being kissed and licked on both sets of lips at once, feeling hands running all over her body, she writhed and twisted in ecstasy. Tony's lips rimmed her opening, then Mitchell's tongue plunged in her mouth, Tony started a slight sucking sensation and Mitchell's tongue twirled around her own. Her hands shot out. One hand burying itself in dirty blond hair, while she ate the tongue in her mouth; the other hand burying itself in jet black hair, jerking the head down further - closer to her cunt as she thrust her hips upward and tried to impale herself on the teasing tongue. Tony's tongue found her clit and he sucked gently. Her body arched backward harder into Mitchell's lap and she screamed silently into his mouth. She couldn't move, couldn't even open her hands to release the hair clenched in her fists. She felt them both opening her hands. She heard rustling sounds then her limp legs were being raised higher and she felt something huge pressing at her over stimulated cunt. Moaning in protest, she opened her eyes in time to see Tony kneeling on the couch with her legs propped on his arms. He was straining, eyes closed, patiently working his massive cock head into her. The head was the widest part, bulging out hard and round – then the 7inch long shaft narrowed slightly. She felt her cunt expand to take it in and let out a whimper. "Easy, relax, sweetheart." Mitchell soothed. His eyes almost black in his intensity and excitement, they flicked down to where Tony's cock was slowly shoving its way in. He grabbed her wavering hands. "Once the head gets in – it's going to feel like heaven. When he starts thrusting he won't pull all the way out – so the head will be rubbing you up and down all your secret little orgasm spots." Mitchell promised. With a slight pop, something gave. Tony's eyes flew open and he arched his back more so he could watch her cunt swallow his cock to the hilt. He shuddered when his balls softly thudded against her ass and Mitchell's thigh. He looked up and meant the question in Mitchell's eyes. "Feels fucking great." He muttered and pulled out till his head expanded her cunt lips outward then impaled her once more. Pamela couldn't seem to stop the gasps and pants escaping her lips. All she could do was lay there while Mitchell held her still in his lap and let Tony thrust his cock in and out of her cunt. She felt his massive head moving up and down the length of her vagina, pushing against her womb at one end and against her lips at the other – over and over again. She felt her cunt suddenly spasm around the head – it felt like a huge ball being rubbed and rolled around inside her. Clutching tightly around the head, she started thrusting upwards, trying to impale her cunt as deep and as hard as she could on that huge hard bulging cock head. "Yes, yes, hard…" she panted. Tony started groaning and chanting. "Not yet, not yet, damn it – I wanted to fuck you half the night for being such a cock teaser and making us wait." He pulled his cock out till the head was barely held in her pussy. His body was gleaming with sweat. Mitchell grabbed her waist and held her more firmly on his lap so she couldn't thrust herself upward. Her gyrating was driving him crazy though – it kept grinding her ass against his throbbing cock. "Forget it." He suddenly growled and let her thrust upward again. "Fuck her now! Damn it – I don't want to wait for half the night!" In one move she had impaled herself all the way on Tony's cock to his balls. Then she clenched down hard on his head and shaft and exploded. The milking sensation of her orgasm drove Tony wild. He pumped in and out of her in a frenzy – impaling her as hard and deep as his cock would go. Straining, trying to squeeze his tight balls into her cunt opening, he finally felt a shudder working up his spine. He held himself still; his cock head pushed up against her womb, and spewed his cum. He leaned forward, barely supporting himself on his arms. "My turn, move." Was heard though a haze. Tony felt himself being pushed backwards and forced himself to open his eyes. Mitchell, holding Pamela on his lap throughout, had been forced to endure her gyrating lap dance through Tony's eating her to her thorough fucking and now Tony's weight was forcing her even deeper unto Mitchell's lap. Tony pulled himself upright. Mitchell gave one huge shove and sent the coffee table shaking 2 feet across the floor. Tony winced and managed to grab the end and pull it further out of the way. Looking at Mitchell's face, he inquired "floor?" Seduction, Inc. Ch. 2 Mitchell barely managed a nod. In one move he stood up with Pamela's limp body scooped in his arms. Tony grabbed a quilt from the side of the couch and managed to throw it on the floor beneath Pamela and Mitchell's descending bodies. Mitchell laid her on her back on the floor then grabbed her waist and rolled her to her stomach. He pulled the wrinkled smashed robe off her shoulders and down her arms baring her back and the taut plump ass that had been driving him crazy for months. He grabbed the firm mounds and started squeezing and massaging them. Pamela started moaning and tried to roll over. "Oh no." Mitchell denied her. "You and Tony both had your fun – now it's my turn." His voice sounded strange to her – gravelly and strained. He slid his hands under her hips and lifted her up. "Bend your knees." He ordered. She tried – but had no control over her body. "I don't think she can." Tony grabbed some throw pillows off the couch and stuffed them directly under her cunt. "Lower her down on them and try that." Mitchell dropped her down on the pillows, bending her knees up behind her. Pamela felt her ass sticking way up in the air. She tried to push herself up on her elbows or hands. A large hand lightly smacked her ass. "Stay still!" In shock she tried to move again. Another hand descended across her shoulder blades and held her face down. The hand started rubbing and massaging her neck and shoulders, forcing her body to relax. "Good girl." Tony murmured. "Just relax. You'll enjoy it." Suddenly she felt her ass checks being spread wide. Tensing she tried to clench them shut and scramble away, but both she and her ass were held firmly. She felt warmth flowing over her crack and then something wet. She jerked and moaned. Then the sensation returned and she realized it was a tongue licking her ass. Bucking she tried to get away again and was held even more firmly. "Mitchell," Tony said surprised. "I think we have a virgin." Mitchell gave no reply other then burying his head and tongue deeper between her checks. He reamed her puckered hole thoroughly with his tongue. Then he started pushing it inside. She had clenched her hole as tight as she could against his invading tongue. Determined he started to force his pinky finger inside. "Mitchell," This time Tony grabbed his hand. "You know she's probably a virgin. I don't think she's ready for a buggering especially not for someone your size. Why don't you work it in the other hole instead?" Mitchell lifted almost black eyes to Tony. "We both know she was sticking toys in this hole – so it's not virgin territory. If I'm the first real cock she's had up there – then she'll be lucky – 'cause we both know I'm so good she'll be begging for cock to fuck her ass come morning. So if you want to help her – grab some lube." "Ok – but slow down a little?" Tony asked – rubbing Mitchell's back soothingly. Mitchell barked with laughter. "You're telling me that? I'm the only one with their clothes still on!" Some of the determined tension had left his body. Tony started chuckling. He quickly got up and went to the bedroom. Pamela heard the conversation at a distance. She tried to move again but was held firmly. Her ass checks were again opened wide then she felt the licking. She tried to tighten up her hole to keep the tongue out but a pinch made her checks clench in another area and her hole was loosened and unprotected. A warm wet tongue firmly invaded and licked as deep as it could. She jerked backwards and moaned helplessly. Suddenly she was offering as much of her ass as that tantalizing tongue wanted. The tongue withdrew and a warm chuckle floated across her wet hole – causing it to open and contract. "That's our girl." Mitchell's voice approved. Then she felt a firm slow pressure pushing steadily into her rectum. "Now I know you were putting those anal beads and plugs up here at least, weren't you." His voice murmured. "What else did you manage to squeeze up in here?" She closed her eyes; embarrassed by the way he was making her feel and tightened her rectum against his invasion. "Mela," his voice coaxed gently "you know it feels better if you relax. I can already tell you enjoy it by the way your cunt is getting wetter and dripping juice all over. There's no using in pretending you don't enjoy it – your body won't lie to me." "Here, maybe this will help." Tony murmured. He opened the lid on a thick lubricant and placed it next to Mitchell's knee along with a small 5inch dong. Then he wriggled his hand between her cunt and the pillows. He cupped her cunt in his palm forcing her ass even higher in the air then pushed a finger between her lips until he found her clit. He rubbed his other hand soothingly over her neck and shoulders, keeping her body relaxed and laying down on the quilt. Pamela jumped when she felt the cool gel against her backside. Mitchell rimmed the outside of her hole with it then forced a coated finger inside. She half sobbed when she realized she couldn't keep her ass tight enough to keep him out – he was going to force his way in – and make sure she enjoyed it. Mitchell felt her suddenly relax after he forced his finger in. Rubbing her back and checks in a soothing motion he continued in a low voice "Answer me, Mela – what did you force up here? Did you get a dildo in? The smallest probably? What was the biggest size that you shoved in? The normal sized extra dildo you ordered, did you bugger your ass with that?" He slowly forced a second finger in her. Placing his other hand next to her shoulder, he curved his body down over hers till he was half laying on her – covering her with his heat and scent. He nuzzled close to her ear and whispered seductively "You have two real live cocks here - eager to fuck you to your hearts content. But you're going to have to open up Mela..." He firmly sank a third finger into her ass "…and share your fantasies." She moved almost helplessly on Tony's hand, forcing his finger to rub against her clit. Tony looked at Mitchell holding Pamela down in the carpet with his heat and words - watching as Mitchell slowly spread apart the three fingers he had worked into her ass until her hole gaped open. Mitchell was a master at work. Seducing her, making her want to be fucked and accepting her needs. Tony moved his hand till his fingers felt her opening. He could feel her juices pouring out faster, saturating his hand with her desire. Mitchell's shoulder and arm muscles bunched and strained as one handed he curved his body upright. He wedged his knees behind her thighs, trapping them closer to her body. He wrapped his free arm around her waist and pulled her backwards toward him. Her ass tilted upward sharply, her cunt gaped open and the pillows were supporting her belly. Mitchell grabbed the small dildo Tony had placed next to his knees and dipped it in the gel. Pushing forward firmly, the dildo slid in past her well-lubricated ass hole with ease. Mitchell groaned and slowly buried all five inches. He felt frantic – his clothes were clinging to his sweat laden body, his hair was dripping into his face and his cock was throbbing. He needed to know what she could comfortably take up this sweet ass NOW. Pamela gasped. Her hands clutched the blanket and she rubbed her face desperately against soft material. "Please…oh god…please…" Mitchell heard her and felt himself going crazy. "No," he growled. "Your hungry ass sucked that up." He ran his finger around her opening. "Your skins not even stretched around this tiny dong – I know this isn't hurting. Is it, Mela? So what are you begging for – what do you want?" he growled demandingly. "More," came her whispered reply. Mitchell shook in relief. "How much more can you take Mela? What did you do with your toys Mela? Can you take my cock?" His words tumbled out desperately. His hand continued manipulating the dildo to her outside rim then sinking it back in. She suddenly sank back on her knees – trying to get more. "Please," she begged. Unable to answer his questions, she wriggled her ass around the small toy. "I'm going to stop." Mitchell threatened. She sobbed when she felt the pop of the small dildo being pulled out. Her words were almost incoherent as she continued sobbing, "I strap the dildo to the chair. I sit on it – it goes so deep – then I rock on it and rub my clit…Please – I need something – Don't stop! The green one you laughed at…it's bigger then the others and feels better in my ass then pussy." She pumped backward, jutting her checks into the air. "Fucking goddamn it – virgin my ass." Mitchell yelled. He ripped his T-shirt pulling it over his head and tore his pajama bottoms down. He felt Tony grabbing his penis and pinching him lightly. "Stop." He roared. "Slow down. Easy." Tony soothed. Tony lightly rubbed some gel on Mitchell's throbbing, jumping cock. His hand encircled the swollen head right below the crown. He felt Mitchell trying to pump against his palm. Squeezing tightly, he positioned the engorged head against her puckering ass hole. Stopping Mitchell from plunging into her and ripping her rectum, Tony's hand acted as a deterrent sliding slowly down Mitchell's cock, only allowing an inch penetration at a time. Getting her to cum the first time especially with Mitchell being so desperate was probably an impossibility – Tony would be happy if he could get her to relax and accept the invasion without pain or damage. Pamela's eyes widened at the massive stretching and a whimper escaped her still form. As the pressure in her rectum continued to build, she tried to pull her body forward. Hands clamped around her hipbones and jerked her hard backwards trying to impale her deeper. "No, No – Don't even try it!" Mitchell started cursing Tony's name. "Move your goddamn hand! I'm dying – only a third's in. After I'm buried – I'll give her time to adjust." He promised wildly. "I know, I know," Tony replied. "But you don't want to tear her on the way in – she's widening – just give her a second – there – a second more – there, half in." "I can't," Pamela protested. "Only half – and it hurts. Please-stop. It's too big." Mitchell forced himself to hold still, his heart banging his rib cage. He loosed his hold on her hips and soothingly started to rub circles on her sides. "OK – I'm Ok." He said quietly to Tony. "Half's good, I can work with that." He started a shallow pumping motion – careful not to pull to far out or push to deep. Tony moved his hand to Pam's cunt and started manipulating her large lips and clit. "Better Mela?" Mitchell gasped. "I don't knnooww," she moaned. Tony grinned at Mitchell. "Better already." Mitchell grimaced. Digging his fingers back into her checks, he tried to keep Mela from rotating her hips. He was trying to control himself with gentle thrusts, working his way in deeper a little each time. But if she kept twisting and making those panting little gasps – he was going to lose it and slam into her. Tony carefully sank a finger into her cunt while frigging her clit. Pamela abruptly arched back against Mitchell, and then violently started rocking backwards on his cock. She let out a keening cry and went limp. Mitchell felt her ass open wide and swallow his cock to the hilt. He threw his head back and started plunging wildly between her thrashing buttocks. He felt her body go limp and arched her backwards harder, forcing her to continue taking him. After all this time and then the wait, he just couldn't stop – he couldn't cum. Caught between ecstasy and agony he felt a hand lightly cup his tightly drawn balls, then something pushed between his tightly clenched ass checks and pressed against his own rectum. He exploded and fell forward over her body – keeping her impaled on his still throbbing cock. Tony smiled as he beheld the sight before him. Mitchell's ass thrust into the air, his balls still drawn tight to his body, his cock buried deep in Mela's ass, her cunt gaping wide open with juices flowing. Looking down at his own awakened penis, he decided it might be a good idea to try to get everybody moved into the bedroom and the king sized bed. Waking up with a case of rug burned knees like Mitchell was sure to have was not his idea of fun. Mitchell groaned and collapsed on the floor. Reaching sideways he tenderly turned Mela into his arms and pillowed her head on his shoulder. He lifted his eyes searchingly and found Tony sitting next to him smiling, rubbing his hand over Mela's back lightly then over Mitchell's arm encircling her. The men's' eyes meant in understanding. It was time for everybody to get used to the sleeping arrangements. Now that Mela's first sexual seduction was complete, she needed to be made aware that there was more, that this was not a temporary aberration on their parts. Although they had been committed to each other Mitchell and Tony were still both attracted to women – but both knew Pamela was more then a one-night stand. They had been a little slow to recognize her and why she attracted them so much. It had taken her third visit – a year ago last Valentine's Day for them to realize – she was another soul mate. She needed more time though to realize that she was now their third – their lover - an integral part of everything in both their personal and business lives. It would start with them coaxing her out of embarrassment and out from hiding beneath the blankets tomorrow morning. While waiting for her to understand, they would have to practice patience, tenderness and lots of loving. They would entice, blend and unite her life with theirs – after all, SEDUCTION, INC was their name.