The Voyos Reunion

by Aubrey Parker

  “You do know classic film!”

  “Don’t consider coming clean, Andrew. It will backfire and nobody will win — not us, not you, certainly not Chloe. You’re in too deep. I don’t think she’s ever been in love, and if what I’ve seen is even half accurate, I don’t think many people are ever truly in love. At least not in quite that way, and not anymore. Tell her the truth and she’ll never forgive you. You’ve already reached into her chest. Flinch now, and you’ll gut her for sure.”

  Andrew let the idea settle. It felt true, and damn it for that.

  “Now here’s what that means from O’s end: we didn’t want this to happen. We never saw her true, genuine affection for anyone coming. We assumed she’d model you like she models clients, and then we’d learn things that would help us. This happened instead, and now we have to deal with it. As trapped as you are, we’re trapped just the same.”

  “So we need to find a mutually beneficial solution. No matter what Alexa says, you know that’s true.”

  Barnes smirked. “Don’t try to play us against one another. Alexa and I have squared up. What she says goes for me and vice-versa. She knows I sent Slava to Voyos. She knows why.”

  “Why?”

  “Because Slava will help her. Against us.”

  “Don’t you want to prevent that?”

  Barnes sighed, looking across the green park lawn, appearing to weigh what was safe to reveal.

  “You’ve put us in a bind, Andrew. It’s a long story that I’m not about to tell you, but let’s just say that O’s investment in Chloe goes way back. In one way or another, every deal Alexa and I have ever been involved with together has led to this moment. We’re not about to let it all go. We got here, and you’ve fucked it up. The only way out is from Chloe’s end, and that means we need to let this run its course. Let Chloe figure things out that we’d otherwise prefer she didn’t, and assist her without her realizing we’re there.”

  “And somehow Slava is going to help with that?”

  “Let Slava and Chloe worry about what happens on Voyos because of you. Believe me, I’d rather not have another variable to deal with, but this seems like the only possible solution — the only way to let Chloe move forward without self-destructing, even if it ties our hands even tighter. But it’s none of your concern. You worry about your end.”

  “Which is?”

  “Loving her.”

  “I’ve been doing that.”

  “Do it and stay out of the way. Don’t think about us. Don’t play to us. What we suggested before, about being aggressive and alpha with her? Stop it. She’s intuitive; she’ll know something’s wrong. She’s already figured out something’s wrong and will continue to do so for as long as you keep seeing us over your shoulder.”

  “You’ll stop watching?”

  Barnes shook his head. “You’re an actor. Act like we’re not.”

  Andrew squinted, not understanding the simple directive. Barnes was telling him to do just what Andrew had been trying to do since meeting Chloe, to stop strategizing about her for O’s benefit. To stop pretending.

  To be with her. To be her man.

  But how the hell would that help O? With the obvious exception of the leash O had around his neck, it was hard to believe the luck he had somehow stumbled into.

  Barnes’s head ticked. He’d have a cochlear implant, so maybe this was a call coming in. But instead of taking it, he looked at Andrew. At his pockets.

  “Put the battery back in your phone.”

  “Are we finished?”

  “Just do it.”

  Andrew did. The second the battery was seated and the mobile powered up, it buzzed in his hand. He turned it to look at the screen and saw that a call was coming from Chloe — something Barnes somehow knew, through methods unknown.

  “You should answer that.”

  Andrew’s greeting was tentative, but Chloe’s wasn’t a greeting at all. She sounded breathless, like she’d called while sprinting. They were noises, no words.

  “Hello?”

  “My legs are spread,” Chloe panted. “I’ve got my finger on my clit. And this dildo?” Andrew heard something shift, imagining her repositioning something in her free hand. “This is you.”

  Andrew looked at Barnes, his cock already stiffening as Chloe purred into his ear.

  “Fuck me, Andrew. I need you to fuck me right now.”

  Barnes gave a curt nod and stood from the bench.

  “Not in public,” Barnes said.

  Then he walked away.

  CHAPTER TEN

  Two strong, cover-model-gorgeous dark haired young men stood front of Chloe. Both were clients, assigned specifically to her by the Voyos managers who’d called her back to work even while she was still trying to play sick. Apparently, it didn’t matter. The spa had noticed the same thing as Slava, and they were determined to see what Chloe was made of.

  She’d squeezed an earpiece — a poor girl’s cochlear implant, minus the cochlea — into her right ear when the men weren’t looking. She’d stripped nude for them as they’d ordered her to do so, playing shy.

  Her faked shyness covered the turn of her head as she activated the earpiece and whispered. It covered the delay she made in going to them, which the men — twins, she thought — took for playful reticence. Shyness didn’t cover her blushing privates or the obvious way her pussy grew pink and wet.

  Memories of Andrew sneaked back like prowlers.

  Chloe could barely make the walk to the spa for all the dirty thoughts in her head. Each step was lubricated by the wetness between her legs. Each brush of her upper thighs sent tingles deep inside.

  Andrew, as he’d spread her legs and slid his cock inside her.

  Andrew as she’d ridden him, her pussy licking his shaft like a lollipop.

  Andrew with his flicking tongue on her clit and a finger on her G-spot, making her come like no client ever had or could.

  Andrew’s hard cock in her mouth, her hand pumping, feeling it twitch and throb as his head tipped back, ready to explode.

  When she’d reached the spa, the desk girl had passed on her assignments, showing Chloe their intake profiles as though bestowing a phenomenal gift. She’d given an envious smile with the words, “Have fun.”

  Her client’s thick cocks were tumescent but not quite hard, large and thrilling. Their bodies, as they disrobed, were chiseled into wide chests and perfect 8-packs. Their arms were large but not overly so, their gazes ravenous.

  Chloe could imagine what they’d do to her — not one at a time, but both at once. One above and one below. Full of cock. Full of sensation.

  But that lust became something else as it crossed the room between them — as Chloe, still playing coy, moved to the far wall after she’d stripped and sat atop her discarded skirt and panties.

  The passion she felt as an escort went through an invisible filter and turned into a passion for Andrew.

  The wall had fallen inside. There was no division. Escort Chloe had opened the door to Personal Chloe, allowing her sexualized career to touch her like Andrew would, as he had so many times.

  And in turn, Personal Chloe had opened to Chloe the Escort.

  Her work was sex.

  Her love was sex, and sex was love.

  She spilled down a vortex of delirium. Everything was electric. Her pussy pulsed with her heartbeat, needing something inside — so she spread her legs for the men and used her fingers. She opened a pneumatic drawer and palmed down for a Warp dildo that even now, as she slid it inside, she could feel changing inside her, tickling her most sensitive parts.

  The man on the right — she didn’t know his name — came forward with his eyes on her open, dripping pussy. His cock had come to full mast and he had it in his palm, idly stroking. He was going to put it inside her. He was going to fill her with that hot, hard thing.

  And in her mind, she saw Andrew coming at her, cock in hand.

  More time, Chloe thought.

  But it wasn�
��t just about biding time with her clients. She saw Andrew when the man approached her, but he wasn’t actually Andrew.

  She wanted him in her fugue … but she’d need to force her resistance.

  “There are two of you,” Chloe said, her lust only half-faked, her fingers swimming in wetness, “and only one of me.”

  A devilish smile, played just right.

  She could read them plain as day. And as much as they both wanted Chloe, any client she’d ever met always wanted more.

  “We could put on an immersion rig,” said the other man, “and make a copy.”

  Her heart pounded. She’d made that one call but really wanted to make another. She reached beneath her hair and tapped the earpiece.

  A new call rang, sniffing its way toward its recipient.

  Breathless. Coming, despite herself.

  “I want to come while you watch me,” Chloe said. “Oh, shit … I’m going to come right now.”

  Thirty seconds. It would buy her thirty more seconds for her first call to pay off. And it was also true. She was liquid, the idlest strokes of her fingers made her flinch with pre-orgasm.

  “Do it,” said the first man.

  So Chloe did.

  Fingers on clit, pussy gripping for Andrew’s absent cock.

  And she came so hard, for a second she saw nothing at all.

  The second twin came forward, his cock like a marble staff.

  “Now it’s time to fuck.”

  The door opened. Finally. The cavalry had come.

  Slava closed it behind her. The men’s eyes went to her, then back to Chloe, who was still coming down.

  “We’ll take turns,” said the man nearest Chloe.

  Chloe met Slava’s eyes. And Slava’s look said I told you I was here to help.

  “Fuck her first,” Chloe said. “Before you fuck me.”

  The men started to change places, misunderstanding. They thought she wanted the first man to fuck Slava instead of fucking Chloe, and vice-versa.

  But Slava reached out, took them both by the shoulder. “She wants to see both of you inside me.”

  They looked to Chloe, but Chloe looked away. Her call had connected. And Andrew, bewildered, was trying to make sense of her aggressive words.

  Slava moved between Chloe and the men.

  Stripped off the rest of her clothes, slithering like a serpent.

  Stood side-on and bit her lip in that way she did, so Chloe could see, too.

  Chloe made herself nondescript.

  Slava took control.

  And after a second’s hesitation, they turned to her.

  She wasted no time.

  Now naked, she pushed one of the men back onto the room’s soft bed and climbed atop him, reaching back to slide his cock inside her.

  She looked back at the second and began to roll her fingertip across her asshole. Eyes wide. Lip playfully bit. And she said, “Fuck my ass while he’s in my pussy.”

  Chloe whispered, “Andrew. You have to hurry.”

  She put the dildo back inside and came again, her pussy clenching enough to bite a piece off.

  “Okay,” he said, his voice muffled. “Nobody can see me now. I’m—”

  “You’re inside me,” she whispered.

  “I’m fucking you. I’m so hard inside you, Chloe.” She heard a motion on Andrew’s end, not wanting to know where he really was or what might be rubbing him.

  “Close your eyes, Andrew.”

  “They’re closed.”

  “I’m on top of you. I’m putting your cock inside my pussy. Oh, God, I’m so wet.”

  There was a gasp inside the room. Chloe’s eyes opened. She watched as the second man slid inside Slava’s ass, both men fucking one hole.

  They moved fast, building fever. Only once did one of the men look toward Chloe. Slava was one of the best, on-camera or off. She was thorough and aggressive — Chloe had noted from their intake forms that neither twin had installed refractory inhibition, meaning neither could come twice.

  The trio on the bed moved faster and faster.

  Chloe touched a control on the wall, then watched as a second Warp dildo, this one anchored to the floor, grew upward.

  She reached down and slicked it with her juices, then backed down onto it, the first dildo still in her pussy.

  “Andrew,” she panted, barely able to speak. “Now your cock is in my ass. And you’re fucking my pussy with a dildo at the same time.”

  He swallowed, clearly overwhelmed. “I’m close already, Chloe. Oh, fuck, I’m going to come.”

  “Tell me where you’re going to come, baby.”

  “I’m going to come inside your ass.”

  The floor-anchored dildo must have heard Chloe’s half of the conversation because it expanded inside her, throbbing like a live cock.

  She moved the dildo in her pussy faster, feeling the sensations build. Across the room, Slava was already done with her first customer, who pulled his cock out of her ass and came on her back.

  “Tell me when,” Chloe said.

  “Now. Oh, shit, Chloe … I’m going to come inside you right now!”

  The dildo in Chloe’s ass pulsed again, this time seeming to spill something in her the way Andrew would have.

  Everything became more slick, more slippery.

  Chloe’s whole body hitched, her breaths coming faster and harder.

  The man still inside Slava yelled out. Slava rolled with him. He withdrew his cock and moved up to her face, unloading mostly in her mouth but really all over, making a mess.

  At the same time, as Andrew continued to groan and with both dildos in her, Chloe came for a third time — this orgasm so much harder and longer than the first.

  Her eyes closed again.

  He was with her. Inside her. All over her with his hands and cock and kisses.

  Sex was love.

  Love was sex.

  And as she returned to reality, Chloe realized something.

  I really am in trouble. This really is a problem.

  But those thoughts belonged to another day.

  CHAPTER ELEVEN

  Two weeks gone.

  No answers.

  With none of her job completed, save by the most technical of definitions, Chloe felt herself hanging by a string. Time was running out.

  She didn’t know who her father was, who she was herself, or how she’d managed to be born from a barren woman with verifiably absent machinery, with no fatherly DNA to make her.

  She didn’t have what she’d come to Voyos for. Her work transfer might as well have been a vacation after all, for all the time it had (not) taken and all the clients she had (not) satisfied without Slava’s help.

  Nobody had complained; between Chloe’s excellent deflection and Slava’s excellent seduction skills, she’d pleased her clients better than ever. But the clock was ticking. O would notice something amiss if they hadn’t already.

  Chloe was their most talented pro.

  But increasingly, she behaved like a virgin.

  Chloe thought this as she packed to leave, as her mother hovered around her. All was well, but fragile. She had no answers, but they’d found some kind of resolution between them all the same. Andrew had been her long-distance partner more than once, and things between them felt hotter than ever now that her wall was falling.

  But Chloe was vulnerable. What elated her could also hurt.

  Whatever was strange and off about Andrew wasn’t gone, despite their fiery sessions. Quite the contrary. They’d spoken yesterday. Andrew seemed pleased that Chloe would be returning to the city, but she also sensed that strangeness in him again.

  A sense that Andrew was hiding something from her.

  A sense that she’d fall into him, and maybe find herself unable to climb out. She used to know herself, but now Chloe looked in the mirror and saw a stranger.

  Nicole put a hand on her shoulder. “That’s just how love is, sweetheart.”

  Chloe looked back. She’d been mum
bling about Andrew to herself. Nicole had heard. And in this area, her mother had plenty of tragic experience.

  “What’s how love is?”

  “Painful.”

  Chloe rolled her eyes. “Gee, thanks, Mom.”

  “It’s not a bad thing. You can’t have pleasure without pain, or open yourself up to affection without opening yourself to betrayal. Of course you’re starting to doubt him. That doesn’t mean he’s keeping secrets. It just means you’re human, and you’re realizing how badly he’s now able to hurt you.”

  “Wait. Did I already say thanks? Because if not: Thanks. You’re helping a lot.”

  “I’m just saying that in order to truly feel any one thing, you need to be able to feel everything. You have to be open to the good stuff. The fact that you fear the bad stuff is just proof that you’re doing it right. An open heart — the only kind of heart that can love — is a heart that can be wounded. You can choose to take it as something to fret about, or let it be a step in the right direction.”

  And what direction is that, Mom?

  In her mind’s eye, Chloe saw a road with a dozen branching paths. At the end of each path was pre-destiny. No matter which way she took, it somehow felt like exactly what someone had wanted, predicted, and planned in advance.

  Slava’s voice: She said they hadn’t spent sixty years on you just to lose everything because of some goddamn kid.

  Chloe shook the thought away. It was worse than nonsensical. Six decades ago had been the turn of the millennium, when none of this could have possibly mattered.

  “Thanks,” Chloe said, unsure of how else to reply.

  “He’s good for you, you know.”

  Chloe looked up, surprised by her smile. “You haven’t even met him.”

  “I know. But I know what I see in my daughter.”

  “And what’s that?”

  “Just … good.”

  Chloe watched Nicole, weighing her feelings. She’d come to Voyos on a mission. She’d been angry at whoever was keeping secrets, including her mother. Now, with their hard discussion behind them and those old secrets open, the fear behind her anger was a threat.