by D. J. Manly
“Tavish Lerue.”
“And your friend?”
“Sam,” he said.
“This is my sister, Lia,” Cameron told them. “Do you guys need escorts?”
“Ah, well,” Tavish began, “I guess…”
“Yes, yes,” Sam nodded. “We are confused. We need guidance.”
“Let us take you someplace we think you might want to go,” Lia remarked, licking her full, painted lips.
Cameron reached over and took Tavish’s arm. “Oh my,” she said, “you are built.”
Lia took Sam’s. “Two real men.”
Sam smiled.
“First stop,” Cameron told Tavish, “the ménage room, two women and one man. You like that?”
Tavish’s cock was hard as rock. “Yeah,” he breathed.
“Very well. Let’s go watch, shall we…although with a man like you,” Cameron whispered, “I think you’ll want to do more than watch.” Her hand slipped down his waist and ended up on his ass. She gave his ass a gentle squeeze. “Solid as rock. Can’t wait to see you naked.”
Tavish looked around for Sam. He and the other woman had disappeared. Wow. That didn’t take long. “Just a minute,” he said, glancing back at Cassandra.
“Is she your girlfriend?” Cameron asked, as Cassandra came forward.
“No, no,” Tavish said, looking at Cassandra. “This is my ah…cousin.”
Cassandra smiled at Cameron. “Nice to meet you.”
“This nice lady has offered to show me around,” Tavish said.
“So I see,” Cassandra replied, her eyes going to the woman’s hand which was planted firmly on Tavish’s ass. “Well have fun…ah…Cous…don’t worry about me. I’ll be fine.”
“Great,” he said. “See ya.”
Cameron led him away down the corridor. He had to keep his head about him. This chick presented a great opportunity to get some information. Then, he could rip her clothes off and give her a good riding. “So,” he said, gazing into her blue eyes, “where is this exciting room?”
Cameron moved her hand off his ass, and placed it on one of his biceps. “Right here,” she said, stopping in front of a door which was clearly marked, “Every Straight Man’s Fantasy, Hot Women Together.”
“Wait,” he said as she tried to steer him inside, “can’t we go somewhere first, have a drink, get to know one another?” If he went in there with her, he could forget trying to ask her anything. He knew himself well enough for that.
She looked surprised. “YOU want to…talk?”
“Yeah,” he said. “There’s a bar at the end of the hallway, isn’t there?”
She nodded.
“Let’s go. I’ll buy you a drink.”
As they walked into the bar, Tavish’s hand on her elbow, he noticed that all the people waiting on the customers were topless, women and men alike. There were some people dancing on the dance floor near the bar, the music soft and low. Tavish slid onto a bar stool, and Cameron sat on the one next to him. “What do you want?”
“Peppermint candy twist,” she said.
“Whiskey…straight,” he told the bartender.
The bartender smiled at them, then turned away to make the drinks.
“Is everyone on the make here?”
“Just about.”
“So, tell me. You stay here all year?”
“Yep, me and Shane, my husband. Lia visits when he’s out of town. We’re allowed two in the room.”
“Husband?”
“We have an open marriage, no worries,” she giggled. “No huge guy is going to come barging in here ready to bust your ass.”
“Glad to hear it,” he said, writing down his room number for the bartender, and adding a tip. “Well, cheers,” he raised his glass, looking around.
Cameron clicked her glass with his. “So now that you know my story, what’s yours, handsome?”
“Divorced,” he lied, “looking for a good time. Me and my buddy heard about this place…so…”
“What do you do?”
“I’m a virtual engineer.”
“That’s exciting,” Cameron placed a hand on one of his thighs.
“I hear it’s not safe to leave valuables around,” Tavish said, shifting his weight a little.
Cameron rubbed his thigh. “Really, and where did you hear that?”
“Heard some of the guests talking about it earlier.”
“Just keep your wits about you,” she shrugged. “I haven’t had any problems.” She drained her drink. “Ready?” She was already half off her stool.
Damn, Tavish thought, usually girls were thrilled when he took the time to talk to them, but this one, well she was a woman after his own heart. She was randy as hell.
“Sure,” he said, swallowing the rest of his whiskey. He let her take his hand and lead him out of the bar.
* * * *
“So?” Shane asked Cameron absently as she walked into the room. He was sitting on the sofa watching some talent show on television.
“You’re in early,” Cameron commented, taking off her earrings and throwing them on the table in the entrance. She noticed that he was engrossed in the television. “How was ah…Sam?”
“Horny as hell.”
“Did you do him?”
“I gave him a little taste, just enough to drive him nuts.”
“You gave him a blowjob,” Cameron laughed, dropping down beside Shane and hugging his arm.
“You know what happens to men when I suck them off,” Shane glanced at her.
“Yep, you are the King of blow jobs, my love, and tonight you’re going to show me,” Cameron said, her breasts flattening instantly under her dress, and her face becoming more masculine by the second.
“You look like a drag queen,” Shane pointed out, his eyes glued to the set.
Cameron laughed and stood up, the voice now definitely male. “Does that turn you on?”
“Not in that dress it doesn’t.”
He laughed, the shoes definitely too tight now. “Ouch.” He threw them off, along with the dress.
There was an array of clothes strewn across the carpet. Cameron was now in the bathroom, taking off the undergarments and the makeup. When he emerged, he was a gorgeous man, with dark blond hair and the body of a god…and he was stark naked. Shane opened his arms. “I knew that would get your attention,” he said. Cameron slid down into Shane’s arms. They kissed passionately, then Shane pulled him over his knee, stomach down. He ran his hand over the silky smoothness of his ass. “So tell me, what happened with our boy?”
“Oh, he’s no boy. He’s all man.”
“Really,” Shane said, opening the cheeks of Cameron’s tantalizing ass, and teasing his anus with the tip of his finger.
“Did you take him?”
“No, but I…ahh…yes…nice…I wanted to.”
“So, what did you learn?”
“Oh he’s definitely a product of the gender X re-orientation program. He’s macho, has an aversion to anything remotely stereotypical female, is homophobic, and is ruled by his cock. Need I say more?”
Shane smiled, dipping his finger into Cameron’s anus. “He needs discipline.”
“Oh…yes…baby. It’s our duty,” Cameron said, wiggling a little.
Shane reached his other hand underneath and began to play with Cameron’s cock. “Does he believe in us?”
Cameron moaned, clutching the material of the sofa in his hands and squeezing. “No…” he breathed. “I don’t think so. Too arrogant. Damn it, Shane.”
Shane inserted two fingers up inside of Cameron’s ass and was now turning them this way and that. Cameron’s toes were curling.
“That’s good.”
“He referred to me…in his mind…as a chick! Can you…ah…fuck Shane yeah…yeah…”
“Imagine that,” Shane smiled, beginning to jerk Cameron off. Now three fingers spread his needy hole. “Nasty Tavish, but you want him, don’t you?”
“Oh yeah,” he moane
d. “More than any other.”
“Me too. I want him too…you know what these macho sexist homophobic men do to me…I like to teach them some manners. If not us, who else?”
Cameron was on the edge now, so close to coming, he could taste it. Shane abruptly stopped, pushing Cameron off his knee.
“You…what in hell did you stop for?” Cameron grumbled.
Shane stood up, tall and lean, his eight inch cock erect and ready. “I want to fuck,” he said, then smiled at Cameron.
Cameron’s blue eyes lit up, then, he sashayed over to the large bed, and hopped into the middle of it. “Well, baby, bring it on!” he invited.
Shane walked slowly over to the bed, his eyes seductively titled downwards. When he was within reach, Cameron grabbed him and dragged him on top of him. Lifting his legs over Shane’s shoulders, he urged him on. “Don’t hold back sweetheart. I had all I could do to resist that hunk tonight, I do need some satisfaction.”
“Satisfaction guaranteed,” Shane leaned down and kissed Cameron’s mouth, then instructed Cameron to give him the lube. “The caramel, I like that one,” he said.
“Um,” Cameron said, handing him the tube, “and it’s so warm.” He laid there quietly as Shane began to lube his cock, and then move an oiled finger around his entrance. Bliss. He was thinking of Tavish Lerue actually, how hot he’d been tonight, how he’d driven him to the point of no return, then left him high and dry. He wanted to laugh. Men like that, especially men as beautiful as Tavish Lerue, needed to be taught some manners, and every time they encountered one of the them from GenderX, they did just that. It was amazing how attitudes changed with experience.
Cameron moaned now as Shane’s cock impaled him. This was something not to be rushed. They had to make sure that Tavish was ready, more than ready. Shane was thrusting now, and Cameron forgot everything. The pleasure was exquisite and Cameron’s appreciation came through loud and strong. Fucking was really his speciality, not Shane’s. Shane was an expert with his mouth, not his cock, but tonight, Shane had the rare urge to fuck him, and he wasn’t complaining at all.
CHAPTER THREE:
Tavish woke up to the sound of Sam singing at the top of his voice in the shower, and it was bad. Really bad. He’d hardly slept all night, thanks to that bitch, who’d got him all worked up and then said she had a headache. A headache! Imagine. The oldest excuse in the book. And all night she’d pawed him, and flirted, and told him what a great body he had, and dragged him into that room where naked women with huge breasts and unbelievable asses played with each other and fucked each other with strap on devices. Christ, he’d almost blown his load three times in there. Then she had said softly in his ear, “let’s leave.” Damn he was ready. She walked him to his room, and then when he went to kiss her, she said, “Oh my God, Tavish, I have this horrible headache. It came on all of a sudden and…” Damn. Was that cruel or not? And all the while, she looked like she was laughing.
“Will you please shut up!” Tavish screamed at the top of his lungs. Obviously Sam had gotten some last night.
Sam poked his head out the door, a towel around his waist, what looked like a half a can of shaving cream on his face. “What?”
“Are you shaving off your beard?”
“Yep.” He started singing again, this time with the door open.
Tavish growled. “Sam, please.”
“What’s with you? You get up on the wrong side of the bed, or what?” He called from the bathroom.
Tavish pushed the door open, stepped by Sam, and took a pee in the toilet. “You fuck that girl last night?”
“No,” he said.
“Then what in hell are you singing about?”
“She blew me, and I’m telling you man,” Sam swung his razor back and forth in the air, “it was like nothing else I’ve ever experienced. That girl could use her mouth and her tongue…”
“Okay, I get the picture. At least you got that.”
Sam paused, looking in the mirror at Tavish. “You mean…you…Tavish Lerue, got left high and dry last night? I don’t believe it.”
“She just up and ran the last minute.”
“Well, move on to the next one,” Sam laughed, scraping his razor along side his jaw.
“No fucking way,” Tavish muttered. “I’m going to get that one, and she’s going to get it bad. She’ll pay for that.”
“Will she like it?” Sam laughed, rinsing his razor under the tap.
“She’ll like it,” he said. “She won’t ever forget it.”
Sam grinned. “That’s my boy, down but not out. Hey, and where is our naked servant? I filled out the damn form.”
“Never mind that now,” Tavish said from the other room. “We got to go over the list of guests and employees. You take employees, I’ll do guests with Burke. Let’s go get some breakfast and find Diamond.”
“Okay, give me a few minutes,” Sam said.
“Well hurry up, I want to take a shower.”
An hour later, they were in the dining room eating breakfast. Tavish spotted one of Diamonds so called security men and told him he wanted to see his boss. “I’ll call him, Sir,” he said, and then gave Tavish a slow wink.
Sam patted Tavish on the shoulder and laughed. Tavish threatened to punch him.
A few minutes later, Diamond appeared. “I have royalty appearing today you know. Couldn’t this wait?”
“We need to see your lists,” Tavish said.
Diamond sighed. “Okay, I’ll send one of my men to take you to the computer room. He’ll show you what you need to know.”
“Diamond, before you run off,” Sam said, “where is my naked slave?”
“We’re short right now. Keep your pants on,” he was about to turn around and leave, then he paused, “hey, you’re cute without the forest on your face.” He blew him a kiss.
It was Tavish’s turn to laugh.
“I’m cute, did you hear that?” Sam smirked. “If he thinks I’m so cute, he could give me my naked slave.”
Tavish drank his coffee, and looked around him. Burke came sauntering in now wearing jean shorts and a t-shirt. She looked great. She always looked great. Cameron was no where to be seen. The restaurant was filled with middle aged and older people. Maybe the younger ones were all tired out.
“Hey,” she said, pulling up a chair, “we need to see the files.”
“We’re ahead of you on that one. Just waiting for one of Tavish’s admirers to come and take us to the computers.”
Tavish rolled his eyes. “Did you get breakfast?” He asked Cassandra.
“Yeah. I’ve been up for a few hours. Went jogging.”
“Figures,” Tavish said. “Didn’t get any last night eh?”
“No, and from what I heard, neither did you…in spite of your whining.”
“What in hell do you know about it?” Tavish snapped.
“Oh Lerue, no sex makes you very jumpy. I’d lay off the coffee if I were you.” She grinned.
Sam looked from one to another. “Did you talk with Cameron?” He asked Cassandra.
“No, but I could hear you outside your room,” she looked at Tavish. “She used the oldest excuse in the…”
“I know, enough,” Tavish said angrily. “Get over it.”
“I am over it, but are you?”
He scowled and looked away.
When the muscle boy came back, asking if they were ready to go to the computer room, Tavish stood up. “Let’s go,” he said.
Sam grabbed one of the muffins on the table and followed on Tavish’s heels. Cassandra walked along behind them, still grinning.
* * * *
“Tav, it’s almost four o’clock. Could we take a break?” Sam complained. “That breakfast I had has long disappeared.”
“Oh shit. I didn’t realise the time. Of course. Let’s call it quits for the day. So, anything unusual?”
“All the people who work here are ah…unusual if you want the truth, everything from acrobats to magicians,
” Cassandra said, stretching her arms upward and stifling a yawn.
“Think I caught part of the circus last night,” Sam said.
“Anyone who looks like they could be a professional thief?” Tavish enquired doubtfully.
“The whole damn bunch of ‘em,” Cassandra said.
“Lovely,” Tavish replied.
“What about the guests?” Sam insisted.
“Well, the long term ones are all rich. I need to find out how they got that way. I can do that by socialising. You and Cassandra hit the employees.”
Sam grinned. “Okay. Hope my little Lia doesn’t get jealous.”
“Any reason why you get the guests?” Cassandra asked Tavish.
“What devious plot are you accusing me of now?”
“Just that little Barbie doll is a guest so I imagine that’s why…”
“Jealous?”
She laughed. “No. She’s just your type.”
“So,” Tavish sat back and folded his arms across his chest, shifting his eyes to Sam, “did you shave that off for her?”
“Of course. Don’t want to give the poor thing razor burn. The skin on the inside of the thighs is tender you know.”
Tavish leaned over and slapped Sam on the back. “You’re learning buddy, you’re learning.”
“Okay, I’m going to puke now,” Cassandra said, standing up and leaving the room.
“I learned from the master,” he said. “You did that on purpose.”
“She left, didn’t she?”
Sam laughed. “Now, can we please get to hell out of this room and take a swim or something. I’m dying in here.”
“Yeah,” Tavish said, standing up and stretching. “We got our work cut out for us.”
“Oh gee, does that mean we’re going to have to be here a long, long time?” Sam was chuckling as they left the building and made it outside.
“That sure would be a tragedy,” Tavish said, glancing around at all the half naked girls around the pool. He slapped Sam on the back, and was about to turn the corner and go back to his room when he spotted Cameron. She was wearing a thong bikini in hot pink. The bottom consisted of a small patch of material which barely covered her snatch, and the top was basically two circles positioned over her nipples. How in the hell they stayed on, he’d never know, but he was curious enough to find out. “You go on,” he said to Sam. “I’ll catch you later.”
