Show & Sell: A Dark MFMM Romance

by Abby Angel

  “You do, Lizzie. That’s exactly what you do. It’s not the first time you’re hearing me say this.” Darcy’s sitting up a bit more, and putting his robe on right. We’re used to seeing each other naked by now, but the robe is the closest thing he has to a suit—and this is now a business meeting. An idea session—is that what they call it?

  “Yeah, we’re good enough to become a fantasy, for a time at least. I mean, we’re not fucking any of these dudes…present company excluded. It’s fantasy by default. How can we embrace that element better?”

  “What? Tell me, Lizzie. I can’t answer that.” Darcy’s gone past sitting up properly, and is now legit leaning forward. Shit, he even has his hand up to his chin. I’ve hooked this guy in good.

  “Role playing. Costumes. Nothing copyrighted, of course. If someone has enough money, we could even do custom stuff, within reason. The cam format is interactive, but we don’t make the most of that.”

  Darcy’s nodding. It’s not dismissive or patronizing, he’s pondering this for real. Darcy is not sold yet, though. That’s not the way he does things.

  “What else, Lizzie? Keep going.”

  Luckily, I do have more of them.

  “Photo sets. We already have a few pro shots for each Babe, but I’m talking multiple, extensive HD sets with different outfits and scenarios. We could do those cheap, mostly with crap we have on hand.”

  “Would you need to hire someone?” Woah, Darcy really is considering this stuff.

  “No, Jane has pro-level knowledge and skills, plus the equipment. She even has a darkroom in the mansion, but I’m sure she’d use her digital cameras. She would love to do that, too. I think it would be fun as hell for everybody. And we could do custom sets — but we’d ask insane prices for those, obviously.”

  Darcy is nodding again. “Is that your part of the market, though? Bennet Babes does something specific really well.”

  “I’m not saying we should shift the focus to photos, but I don’t see why we shouldn’t do a few sets. I think our audience would respond to that. They all have favorites.

  “We could put a few images from a hot set out there for free, make ‘em buy a subscription if they want to see the rest. And of course they do, they don’t want to miss out on anything.”

  “Subscriptions like you have now?” By this point, Darcy is leaning forward at a nearly forty-five-degree angle.

  “We have subscriptions, mostly for the archives. We typically do our own thing for shows, as you know. But we could have different tier subscriptions. Cheapest for recent archives, partial photo sets, and we can throw in more perks at more expensive levels—exclusive content, signed crap, whatever. We can produce all those things easily for a few bucks at most. Why wouldn’t we want an additional crazy income stream every month?”

  I’m starting to get a little angry, since I’m so used to having these ideas shot down for the same reasons: we should “stick to what we know” and that we shouldn’t “dilute our brand.” I honestly don’t think people even listen to my ideas; they just reject them like they’re swatting a fly. Even talking about it is opening old wounds.

  But Darcy looks like he’s very much still with me, though he’s leaning back a bit now.

  “You have a few more, I’m assuming. Or more than a few.”

  “I could go on all night. But you don’t think it dilutes the brand? I mean, all that stuff I said?”

  “That’s sort of what I’m getting at, Lizzie.”

  Here we fucking go again with this shit. “Okay, you would know. Goddamn it.”

  “Let me finish. I don’t know if I’m any more of an expert than you. But, after hearing everything, it all sounds like it’s on-message and should only strengthen your brand. For one, would this all be on the Bennet Babes website, the same domain and everything?”

  “Of course, why wouldn’t it be?” I feel like I’m wrinkling my nose a bit. “What are you getting at?”

  “Are you planning to contract anything out?”

  “Everything we do is in-house, even if it’s not literally in the mansion. You know that, Darcy.”

  Darcy’s expression doesn’t change, but he’s nodding again, more decisive this time.

  “If it stays that way, and there’s no licensing of the Bennet Babes name, then fears of brand dilution are probably unfounded.”

  Fuck, I knew those criticisms were nonsense. But, why no solid commitment?

  “What do you mean, ‘probably?’”

  Darcy sighs, sits up with perfect posture, and makes direct, magnetic eye contact. I get an electric feeling from that as always, but this time the electricity is different. This is a business look.

  “You’re talking about doing things cheaply, easily. This is most important thing: would the quality stay the same across everything you produce?”

  I realize now that none of my ideas need to be done on the cheap. We’re capable of making everything we do as fucking awe-inspiring as everything else we do. I have no need to try and oversell this shit, all I need is someone who listens to me.

  “Always. Always and forever.”

  Darcy

  I put the final touches on, ensuring everything is perfect for Lizzie when she comes over. Our encounter a few nights ago was incredibly productive. And I’m not just talking about the fucking.

  The deal to acquire Bennet Babes still hasn’t been finalized. It means I still have a chance, or Hawk could back out at the last second. However, I’d rather not think about business and Bennet Babes at the moment.

  Tonight is all about Lizzie and making her the happiest girl in the world.

  I hear three knocks at the door and rush over. There she is. Lizzie.

  She’s wearing a gorgeous red dress. The front has a deep cut, extending past her tits, which seem to be propped up almost by magic. She’s wearing a gold necklace, draped beautifully to wear the diamond pendant that barely touches the top of her tits.

  “So what’s this surprise you have in store for me?” She gets straight to the point. I like it.

  The last time I saw her, we had a very fruitful discussion about the future of Bennet Babes. She probably thinks I’m here to talk business, and probably to fuck her, hence the sexy dress. But I have other things in mind.

  “I think you’re going to like it. I’m about to make all your fantasies come true.”

  “To be honest, you’re becoming the only fantasy I need,” she says. I don’t think my cock has even been harder than it’s been in this very moment.

  “I like to hear that, but I do think you’re going to like it.” I walk into the kitchen, and open a cabinet containing a wide array of expensive champagne.

  I pull out a Veuve Clicquot Yellowboam Ostrich Limited and uncork it. I pour the champagne into two flutes and hand one to Lizzie. She doesn’t hesitate with taking a sip.

  “What’s the occasion? It’s not your birthday, is it?” she asks.

  “No, not a birthday. There’s something you told me when we first met that I really took to heart.”

  “I don’t recall what you’re referring to.”

  “Is that so? Stay here.” I leave Lizzie momentarily to go to my bedroom where the escort is waiting out. She’s seductively lying in bed wearing some expensive lingerie I bought for her to wear for tonight.

  The last time I was with this particular escort, she was sucking my cock from underneath my office desk. I try to avoid bringing escorts to my penthouse. I don’t want them knowing how much money I truly have. But this is a special occasion.

  “Get up. You’re about to go on.”

  “You got it, daddy.” The escort gets up from the bed, but instead of going out of the room, she gets on her knees and starts fiddling with my pants zipper.

  “What are you doing?” I ask as I take a step backward.

  “I need that cock, baby,” she coos. “It was so good the last time I sucked it. I need another taste.” She crawls toward me, still trying to get my cock out of my pants. Like I sai
d, my cock is harder than it’s ever been, but it’s that way because of Lizzie. It takes all my will force to get her off me.

  To be honest, I bet this escort could make me cum in her mouth, and my dick would still be hard enough to give it to Lizzie really good. But tonight isn’t about my needs. I want to give Lizzie everything she has dreamed about.

  “Get up and follow me.” I don’t say it forcefully. Nothing anyone could do could ruin my anticipation for tonight and what is about to happen.

  We exit my bedroom, and the look on Lizzie’s face when she sees me come out with an escort is priceless.

  “Don’t tell me you’ve been fucking escorts in your spare time?” she says.

  “Around when we first met, you told me one of your biggest sexual fantasies was to have a threesome.”

  “That’s right. I did.” A smirk comes across Lizzie’s face, and I can tell what she’s realizing what I’ve done.

  “So, before any deals are made with Bennet Babes, I figured I should be the one to help you indulge in your biggest fantasy. And that’s why I brought Madeline here.”

  Madeline walks toward Lizzie. Lizzie doesn’t flinch.

  Once they’re face-to-face, Lizzie even raises her head so that it can be more level with Madeline’s, who’s a bit taller than her. Madeline takes the diamond pendant attached to Lizzie’s necklace and really takes it in.

  “That’s a beautiful diamond.”

  “It is,” Lizzie says.

  “And it’s adorned to a beautiful woman.”

  Without missing a beat, Lizzie leans in and starts making out with Madeline. It’s intense. There’s nothing I want to do more than grab both of them and take them to the bedroom. But I stand back and watch.

  Lizzie shoves her tongue into Madeline’s mouth. Madeline grabs Lizzie’s tits, taking them out of the dress. Madeline then starts moving downward and sucks on Lizzie’s nipple.

  Lizzie moans.

  A threesome is the best thing a couple can do, in my opinion. I assume most couples worry bringing another partner into the mix will make things awkward in the long run.

  But for starters, Lizzie and I aren’t a couple. There’s no emotional component to our relationship so far. And the way I watch Lizzie moan as Madeline sucks on her tits, I can tell she has no emotional attachment to the escort.

  She’s still my girl. Me getting jealous of Lizzie enjoying an escort would be like getting mad at her for using a vibrator. She’s just indulging in a little side-pleasure to what I’m giving her.

  And I know soon enough, I’ll join in on the fun.

  The escort stops. She pulls the corners of the dress back over Lizzie’s chest to conceal her tits. Madeline takes Lizzie by the hand and leads her into the bedroom.

  When they walk past me, Lizzie takes my hand to lead me in, too. I’m about to fuck two beautiful women and probably cum more times tonight than I have every other time in my life put together.

  I love my life.

  Lizzie

  The escort is beautiful. Like smoking hot, sex-on-fire gorgeous.

  “Enjoy her, Lizzie,” Darcy says from the doorway of the bedroom. “She’s yours.”

  For the evening, at least, it looks like he’s right. But she’s more than just some woman he’s paid to get me off too.

  This woman is also everything that I fantasized about the other night in Darcy’s limo, everything I touched myself to, rubbed my clit to the thought of—orgasmed for.

  “Oh,” I sigh gently as the escort runs her hands down my body. She strokes me like I’m a beloved pet. Only, the things she’s done with me—the things I know we’re about to do—they aren’t the kind of things that you want to do with dear old Fido.

  Her touch is a fuck-me touch. Down my arms, until she’s squeezing my wrists with her perfect french-tipped fingers. My hips, massaging my hip bones through my dress.

  She strokes up my waist then wraps her arms around my body, pulling me close in an intimate hug.

  “Oh,” I say again, apparently speechless, as she grabs my tits and squeezes them with sensual ruthlessness.

  “Madeline,” she purrs into my ear. “Call me Madeline.”

  “Is that your real name?” I ask. That should be the last thing on my mind, but fuck. I’ve done a lot of kinky, dirty, sexy, incredible things before. But I’ve never done anything like this.

  “No,” Madeline says. Her dark, luscious ruby-red lips press against the hollow spot behind my ear, and I shiver. “Does it matter?”

  My eyes move to Darcy leaning up against the doorframe. Cocky as shit. Smiling that knowing, amused, billion-dollar, lopsided smile of his.

  “I guess not.”

  Madeline’s teeth sink into my neck. I moan the deep, needy kind of moan that before this moment, right here, right now, has taken a man to draw out of me.

  “Didn’t think so.”

  I feel her lips smiling against my shoulder.

  I guess this is a night of many firsts.

  Madeline’s long, straight, ink-black hair falls over my shoulder as she continues kissing down my neck and across my back. A woman like me should be used to being kissed like this, but there’s something expertly soft and sweet and womanly about Madeline’s hungry lips.

  Where the hell did Darcy find this girl? Probably, I rationalize, he’s fucked her before. Probably has enjoyed those lips in even more intimate places than I’m experiencing them right now.

  I would expect that to bother me, but for some reason, it just makes me hotter. It means Madeline and I have something in common. We’ve both been conquered by Will Darcy—by his gorgeous body and his dangerous mouth.

  We’ve both sucked the same massive, throbbing piece of man meat that Darcy likes to pretend is just another cock, even though we all know better.

  And now, Madeline is conquering me. Maybe I’ll conquer her next. We’ll all conquer each other.

  Should that be so hot? Maybe, maybe not. But I’m getting wetter by the second, and Madeline’s kissing is only making it worse.

  The fact that Darcy is watching all of this play out, probably getting hard just looking at us, makes my clit throb. My heart is thrumming hard in my chest like a scared little bunny rabbit. My skin feels like it’s on fire—a fire that only intimate, sensual touches can put out.

  “Madeline?” Darcy says.

  “Mmm—don’t interrupt.” Madeline is tracing my spine with her tongue in a way that’s making my entire body tingle with need for more.

  “Undress her,” Darcy orders.

  I love when he gets bossy like that. From the moan Madeline makes against the zipper of my dress, I can tell that she enjoys it too.

  Her hands squeeze my big, heavy tits again as she takes the zipper between her teeth and pulls it down, down, down. The straps slump off my shoulders while Madeline kneels behind me. Now she’s kissing at the base of my spine.

  The sensation is incredible. Like tiny fireworks shooting off inside my body and exploding in my brain.

  But this is only the preshow. This is fucking sparklers compared to what comes next.

  “You look like such a fucking tart right now, Lizzie.” Darcy’s voice is dark, foreboding. It has that sexy growl to it that only comes out to play when he’s really fucking turned on.

  “Yeah? Well, you look like a fucking perv,” I shoot back. Sassy. I know Darcy likes me sassy. “Standing there, watching us...I can see your hard fucking prick threatening to rip right through those expensive slacks you’re still wearing.”

  “I could take them off,” Darcy offers.

  “I think you’d better,” I say.

  From behind me, I can hear Madeline whine with a desperate, muffled “Please!”

  She’s tracing the curves of my ass with the tip of her pretty nose, and I’m feeling suddenly powerful. No wonder men pay women like Madeline for sex.

  I can tell she’s a pro from the way she’s teasing me, taking her time with it. But I can also tell that she wants me. We work in the s
ame industry, sort of.

  When it comes to longing, my bullshit detector has a ten-mile radius. But I can feel her inhale as she noses between my legs, breathing in my sex. I can feel the need in the way she teases my nipples when she lets the bodice of my dress fall to my waist.

  “I want you naked first, Lizzie,” Darcy growls. He runs his fingers over his hard-on then squeezes it through his slacks.

  I can practically make out every fucking vein of it. Or maybe I’m just so turned on right now, I think I can.

  “I want you two to do as I say,” Darcy continues. “Put on a little show for me. And then, when I’ve decided you’ve earned it...then, you can have your treat.”

  Madeline yanks my dress down in one hard, desperate motion. It falls to the plush bedroom carpet at my feet.

  “Oh!” I gasp as she squeezes my nipples, even harder than before.

  I guess Madeline wants her treat as much as I do. But this is my fantasy, and only one of us is getting Darcy’s big, fat dick tonight.

  Judging by the way Madeline is making out with my ass cheeks right now, I’m suddenly not even sure that she wants Darcy’s dick. From the way her lips kiss me there, the way her teeth sink gently into the delicate, sensitive skin over my curves, right now it feels like she wants me. Only me.

  And Darcy wants me too.

  Fuck. I’m totally naked now. Bared to Darcy and to Madeline alike.

  And I’m so wet... oh, fuck. I’m dripping. Literally dripping.

  I can feel a hot, slick dollop of my honey slide between my pussy lips, threatening to fall to the floor in the same way my dress did.

  But like I said, Madeline? She’s a total fucking pro. And a cunt-hungry slut to boot.

  Before I can cream all over Darcy’s bedroom floor, she puts a hand on the small of my back, forcing me to bend forward.

  Then she pushes her hot, wet tongue against my pussy, lapping my juices right up.

  My vision goes pink for a second. If I had a little less experience and a little less composure, my eyes probably would have gone crossed. Madeline’s expert tongue pushes into my cunt then licks all the way up to my swollen, needy clit.