“Wear something sexy,” I say laughing.
Stacey winks, “I will just wear a smile, is that sexy enough?”
“Yeah, that’ll do it!”
I just wished she didn’t have to be with other guys. I was being a touch… jealous? Shit, I totally am.
“First nights can suck.”
Stacey
“Wow… in the spotlight!”
I change back into a sexy swimming costume. I have a spot on the stage with one of the other girls. A quick lesbian scene before we parade around before the audience. This should be fun. We are in a child’s paddling pool filled with gelatin. I have always enjoyed this, it is great fun to get messy.
The spotlights shine, and the curtain opens. We saunter onto the stage and face each other. We mock each other and pretend to be angry. A girl dressed as a referee tries to part us. The crowd goes wild as we pretend to hit each other. We stand in the pool. The cold gelatin squelching under my feet.
I stare at the other girl, “Grrrr,” I say through gritted teeth.
I see her smile, “Aaaagh,” she squeals back.
“Are you ready?” the referee asks.
I nod my head.
“Are you ready?” the referee asks the other girl. She nods. The crowd is going wild and standing on their feet.
“Let’s get ready to rumble,” she shouts.
I glance at the girl and the referee.
“Let’s fight,” she yells.
We step closer to each other; our feet slide as we grab on. We fall in the pool. I grab a handful of gelatin and push it into the Sandy’s face. She grabs the top of my bikini, and my breasts fall free. The crowd goes wild as I pull off my top. Gelatin runs down my body. I grab hold of the other girl’s top and push gelatin inside next to her breast.
She caresses my breasts with gelatin-stained hands. Her fingers slide over my budding nipples. I pull at her top, and her medium sized breasts come free. She looks so good. Our bodies push against each other. I feel her nipples push against me as I tug at the bow on her bikini bottoms. It falls into the pool. She kneels naked before me. I tug at the bow on my bikini bottom. It slides into the pool. We kneel naked facing each other. A bell rings. The end of the round. We stand and face each other. Mock anger fills our faces as we throw the soft gelatin again.
Round Two
We move down the steps from the stage and push each other on the large plastic mat that covers the floor. Our bodies writhe against each other. Our nipples budding as the show goes to the next level.
The referee stands closer. We pull her to the floor and remove her top as she gasps. Her voluptuous breasts pleasing the horny crowd. I plump her breast and flick my tongue against her dark nipple. She pulls my hair as she falls to the floor. The other girl pulls at the referee's shorts. The downy mound of her pussy gets rubbed with the soft gelatin as I kiss her.
I smear the strawberry gelatin over the referee’s pussy. I slide my finger inside her as she bucks wildly under my touch. The crowd are insatiable and begin throwing dollar bills at us. Our bodies squirm as we finger fuck each other and entwine our slippery bodies in lust. Guys always love a threesome.
The bell rings, and the fight is over. We slowly stand and bow. We collect the money with our wet fingers and walk up the stairs flaunting our naked bodies like movie stars.
Damn, I feel horny now. The other girl’s fingers slamming into my pussy have made me all wet. I need my Wet Wednesday boy.
I quickly shower and wrap myself in a fluffy bathrobe. I walk along the hallway and through the first secret door and get to Joseph’s room. I punch the code, and the door opens. I hear the faint crackle of radios. Voices are talking. Joseph is sitting listening with headphones fastened firmly to his head.
I put my hands on his broad shoulders and run my hands over to his barrel chest. Joseph jumps in surprise.
“You startled me,” he says.
“I have to keep you on your toes,” I say giggling.
“I have enough to keep me on my toes here,” he murmurs as he looks at the big screen.
I lift my gaze and look at the screen, red lights are flashing on and off on the world map.
“That looks bad, should all the lights be flashing that way?” I ask.
“Not at all, it should be blank, with just green lights flashing when the teams check in,” he replies.
“It looks like there is nothing you can do from here apart from watching,” I say.
“That is the case, I just sit and watch. And wait,” he replies looking unphased.
“So, you have time then?” I ask, wearing my seductive smile.
“Time for what? I can’t leave here,” he says, curious about my intention.
I pull at the belt on my bathrobe and let it fall open. “I never meant for you to leave the office,” I coo in his ear.
I slip the bathrobe from my shoulders and make my way to face Joseph. He casts his gaze over my naked body and licks his lips.
“This is one place we won’t be disturbed,” I whisper.
I sit on the edge of the desk and raise my feet, the mound of my pussy baring itself before Joseph. The delicate softness of my womanhood just waiting for his aching shaft to fill me up.
I put my fingers against my pussy and spread my velvety lips. The budding nub of my clit aches and waits for him to make his move. Joseph pulls the belt on his pants and lets them drop to the floor. He steps free and slips from his shorts as he approaches me.
Joseph holds his cock and the hardness of his arousal is evident. He goes to his knees. His head moves between the soft, milky flesh of my wanting thighs.
His hand is placed against my legs, and he spreads them further apart. I can feel the tip of his tongue as he pushes it against the aching nub of my clit.
“Shit, Joseph,” I quietly squeal.
His tongue darts and dances across the tip of my clit. My body squirms and I arch under his touch. I cup my pink-tipped breasts and pinch my nipples.
He slides his tongue deep inside me. I put my hand on his head and push him closer, wanting him, needing him to be there.
The radios crack and fizzle, voices come and go. Dancing shadows fill the walls as the lights shine on the world map behind me. Joseph stands, I look at his firm flesh. I want him inside me.
I spread my legs wider as his hips rub over my skin; he rubs the head of his aching shaft against the dampness between my legs. I feel so aroused as Joseph inches his hard cock near, and just in the entrance. I gasp with anticipation. He rocks his hips forward and drives his shaft into the center of my paradise. He fills me like no man ever could.
I raise my legs as I wrap them around his waist, I pull him toward me. My body arches in wild response to his powerful thrusting, his strokes increase, and he slowly rotates his hips between my thighs. My body shifts restlessly from his attention.
He grabs my legs and thrusts in harder. My pussy clenches against his hard shaft. I begin to feel the melting pot of my sensations overflow. I writhe beneath Joseph’s body. I’ve never felt like this before.
“Joseph, fuck me hard, I need it,” I yelp.
“Holy shit, your pussy is so tight,” Joseph screams through gritted teeth.
“Joseph, I am going to cum,” I coo, gasping for breath.
“I am close,” he says in a moan.
His thrusts increase as my body thrashes beneath him. I feel the dizzying explosion of feelings. My body warms and fires sparkle into my nerves, they light up inside my body like a kaleidoscope of pure lust. I reach my moment. My body erupts in dazzling undulations. I close my eyes and gasp deeply. My pussy lets go in an explosion of ecstasy. I think I might love this man.
I feel Joseph’s body as it tenses, he thrusts once, twice and then his body quivers in a frenzy of simultaneous explosions. I feel his hot seed spilling over into me as his body slumps. He sits in the chair as I lower myself from the desk. I reach for my robe and wrap it around my satisfied body.
The radio bursts i
nto life, we sit and listen.
We look at each other and giggle, “Come in, Joseph. Come in, Come.”
That was so much fun, doing it after the sexy show!
“Wow… in the spotlight!”
Joseph
“I met her on a Wednesday.”
I watch the lights on the world map, every country in Europe has flashing red lights. The cyber-attack has hit them all. I activate all of the teams who were busy running trace routes to locate the source of the internet infection.
“It looks like a fucking Christmas tree with all these lights going off,” I say.
“Just imagine if it was a world war, now that would be really scary,” Stacey says.
“I do not even want to think about that ever happening,” I reply in truth.
“How can we stop this?” Stacey says.
“Once any of the teams locate the source they can shut the server down, then it is a matter of cleaning all the infected systems,” I explain.
“I am glad I am only a dancer, I don’t have these worries,” Stacey says.
“Yeah, you’re too damned sexy to be a spy.” I laugh.
“I should go and get dressed, I can’t stay in a bathrobe all the time,” Stacey says walking to the door.
“Are you going back to the hotel? Or you coming back here?” I ask. I miss her already.
“I think I better get back to the suite and grab some rest, I can’t burn the candle at both ends all the time.”
“I will try and get back if I have a chance, but I feel I might be here for quite a while,” I reply.
I watch as Stacey walks to the door and waves at me. It closes slowly behind her. I sit watching the lights and think of what the voice said to me. Operation Rotation was going to happen soon. There must be a way that I could prevent this. I would need help from Beau and Ty, then they would know everything.
This was the first time that I knew we were all in relationships, the meaningful kind. I never thought I’d want another relationship. Over the years, I had only known any of us to have short term flings that lasted a few weeks or a couple of months at best. But now it seemed different. I was not sure if it was a change in us, or if it was the women that we had attracted. It could be the fact they were all linked to the club, because these types of women seem to live on the edge of reality and in normal life. I for one was happy with the way things were going with Stacey, and I knew Ty and Beau were well settled with their chosen partners.
I watch as the lights slowly begin to fade. It looks like the attack has finally been stemmed.
“Joseph,” I hear on the radio.
“Hello,” I reply.
“The teams did well, congratulate them,” the voice says. It’s the same woman as before.
“How do you know about it?” I ask.
“Not all attacks are bad, many are done for a reason,” the voice says.
“So, you started it?” I ask.
“Not me, but let's just say, it was instigated,” the voice replies.
“That means you are leading people into a life of fear,” I say plainly, confused by her words.
“One way to control them, the other is religion,” the voice says.
“All this is wrong, they should have freedom of choice.”
“We have gone too far for that now,” the voice says.
I listen to the voice. It sounds like someone is trying to control the world’s population. Making them live in fear. It is not right.
“That is too much information,” the voice says as it cuts the communication.
I think I have a bit more on my plate than Operation Rotation. Someone is playing chess with the people of the world, and I am somehow a part of it. Everything is linked together, and if there is anything I can do to change it, then that is what I will do. Maybe Operation Rotation would be the start of change, just maybe.
I turn off all the equipment and walk into the bar. The music has faded, and a few of the girls are heading out from the doors. I see Shona as she is leaning on the bar. She is just watching the final show before the curtains close on another evening.
“Hey Shona,” I say as I sit beside her.
“I am surprised to see you here,” she says.
“Something cropped up, I was longer than expected,” I reply.
“Where is Stacey?” she asks.
“She went a while ago, she needed some rest,” I say.
“So how are things with you two?” she asks.
“They are good, we are just taking it as it comes. There is no real rush. I don’t think either of us is going very far,” I reply.
“I understand that the club seems to get its clutches into people and keep them here.”
“At least we know where we stand.”
“That is very true,” she says giving me her kind smile.
“Is Beau still here?” I ask.
“Yeah, he is just wrapping up in his office,” she says looking through the cash register.
I walk toward Beau’s office. I should really speak to him and Ty at the same time, but I have to get things rolling. We did not have much time before Operation Rotation was supposed to start.
“Good evening Beau, or is it morning,” I say as he walks out.
“It all blurs into one, you will get used to it,” he says laughing.
“I need to speak to you about something quite sensitive and very important,” I explain.
“That sounds ominous, you normally divert these sorts of conversations away from me,” he replies. He stretches and blows Shona a kiss.
“It actually involves Ty as well, all three of us are affected,” I say.
“Can it wait until we are together?” he asks.
“It should, but I will give you a bit of a low down on the situation.”
“So?” he asks.
“To start, do you ever think of our parents?” I say in a whisper. Shona has gone through the door and we are alone.
“To be honest, I am not sure I can remember them at all,” he replies.
“There is a good reason for that.”
“What are you trying to say?” Beau asks.
“Well, all three of…”
Shona bursts through the door. “There is trouble in the parking lot. Someone is drunk or something,” she yells.
We run from the office up to the parking lot. A guy is screaming and bawling and swinging a piece of wood against the cars. Headlights shatter as he strikes like a wild man.
“Hey, what’s all this?” I yell.
“Where the fuck is Ty?” he shouts.
“Settle down. What do you want him for?” I ask. Beau is standing ready to help out.
“He fucked with my job on the doors, I was making good money dealing,” he says angrily.
“That is nothing to boast about,” I say, trying to remain calm.
“Well, I am down five grand a week, I want my money,” he screams. The bat goes up ready to swing again.
“You should have thought of that before you started dealing,” I say calmly. His face looks exhausted.
“I have some friends in high places, they will fucken crush the lot of you,” he yells. He swings the wood against a car windscreen as he screams and foams at the mouth like a beast.
“Do you know who I am?” I say to the guy.
“I don’t give a flying fuck who you are,” he yells out.
“You would if you knew,” I say as I walk toward him.
“What makes you so special?”
“Just leave it all be and ask your so-called high up friends if they know Joseph,” I say plainly.
“Joseph, I have heard that name,” he says. The bat goes down and rolls on the concrete.
He faces me. “So why are you mixed up with Ty?” he asks. Beau walks into the light. He stands beside me. “So, wow there is fucking two of you; big deal. I still want to know why you are trying to protect Ty?” he says.
“One reason only. He is our brother,” I say calmly.
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bsp; “Shit, it is you. I’ve heard rumors about you three,” he says looking more worried, now.
“What rumors are those?”
“You are government soldiers, fuck, man.”
“We were, but not anymore,” I say. Beau looks at me as he listens to what I say.
“Just drop your shit and get off home and forget everything,” I say in a growl.
“I still want Ty, or at least I want my money,” he says, looking distraught.
“Come back when you are sober, then you can tell me who your friends are.
“I will do that, I will be back tomorrow,” he says, seeming out of place as his head bows.
We watch the guy as he looks confused. He staggers across the parking lot toward the security gate. I would have disregarded him as just another drunk, but he mentioned that we were all government soldiers. This was not common knowledge. Maybe he did have friends in high places, and it seemed like one of them had a loose tongue. We would see if he remembered to come back once he was sober.
“Who was that guy?” Beau asks.
“I have no idea, but I think he was a bit more than just a drunk person,” I reply, now concerned.
“So, what did you want to tell me?” Beau asks pricking up his ears.
I look at Beau, “Maybe it is actually better that we wait for Ty.”
“Okay, whatever you say.”
My mind moves back to Stacey. God, I can’t stop thinking about her. It’s unusual for me to get like that.
“I met her on a Wednesday.”
Stacey
“Someone’s been reading my romance novel!”
My bookmark is moved from when I picked my book up from work tonight. I’m going to see where they got up to! Unless I put the bookmark back in the wrong place. It’s been a long night and I need something saucy to make feel all tingly inside, and Joseph is sleeping away in the Ops Room. Just in case anything goes down. Right let’s read, I need some action…
“Jenna lays open for me so I can get between her legs. She spreads them wide. I see her soaking pussy and I just have to taste her. Her clit is waiting for my tongue. I lower my head and lap at her wetness. Her womanly nectar floods over my lips as I get my face wet in a dick teasing kind of way. Fuck. I lift my tongue and push it firmly against her throbbing clit. Her body thrashes beneath my flickering tongue sand she squeals like a seal needing to return to its mother.
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