TurnKey Lovers

by Destiny Blaine

Gorgeous buildings graced the streets. Cafés on makeshift sidewalks were surrounded by metal bars. Privacy gates where cages of sexual suggestiveness housed couples in the throes of foreplay were located next to shops of interest for those who might be inclined to join them. Sex toys were sold out in the open as liberally as hot dogs marketed in larger ‘earthy’ cities.

  "Sex sells.” She startled him with the two words of casual conversation.

  "It does indeed.” He should know. Her father's development, far away from the laws and judgments found on earth, made it quite easy for him to survive on numerous, shiny pennies.

  She took a deep breath and slowly released it. “I guess I'll have to let you take the lead. I have no idea where I am.” He offered his hand, and she accepted it.

  When the shuttle drifted into the shell of the compound, he'd watched her with interest. Now, he felt all the more compelled to study everything about her. They chatted about her father as he pulled her through wide hallways defined as city streets.

  Paisley probably didn't know what to expect. Brogan liked introducing the unexpected. He noticed how she marveled at everything. When they'd left the air carrier, the first thing she did when they disembarked was look up. Most visitors did the same thing again and again. A ceiling of sorts, a white shell with marvelous watercolor paintings, closed over them as the shuttle left for earth once more. He loved watching it leave. The slit parted and opened, showcasing the most extraordinary view ever found in the universe.

  Now, as they made their way through the commixture of cultures from around the globe, he tried to observe the way she studied other people there. Very creative individuals lived and worked in her father's compounds. Many of them knew who she was, but as she moved by them, no one seemed to notice her, and if they did, they never bothered to stare.

  "You'll love where I take you first.” His assumption broke the sudden awareness over the lack of conversation exchange, and within seconds, he made an honest man out of himself.

  * * * *

  "It's unbelievable.” She pushed open the gigantic door to another expansive bedroom and was led to another and then another. “Even the designs and floor plans are all..."

  "Built with sex in mind.” He finished the sentence for her. “Several of the company homes, I'm told, were designed with a sex party in mind. This is one area I'll look forward to revisiting with you from time to time.” A sound escaped his throat, and the manly growl left everything open for speculation. He didn't need to offer assistance with her observational statements. The Zahur's original purpose was driven by the need for uninhibited sex. It was a planet, a foreign land, a true deliverance into ecstasy, and her mother, not her father, had designed it all. Many people didn't know the truth, but Brogan had been privy to the information.

  "These rooms are like passages into another time. The verandas and the fixtures, the paintings, and the soft blend of colors, everything coordinated to perfection. My mother realized what people wanted when they considered romance. She obviously gave it a lot of forethought."

  He led her through a door which separated and divided as they walked onto the terrace. “If you think she had you in mind when these colonies were designed, I think perhaps you're dreaming. Most mothers wouldn't want to picture their daughters with...” he stopped himself and then quickly added, “men like me or in situations where men like me are determined to lead them."

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  Chapter Three

  The aroma of something divinely delicious suddenly surrounded them. The odor filled all senses and didn't just capture scents but also allowed for a most euphoric experience caressing her body, mind, and spirit.

  "Have a seat.” Brogan extended his arm in an effort to point out a chaise-type lounger. “Over there will be great. We're taking advantage of casual dining tonight."

  "I'm not at all interested in eating.” The words skated off her tongue, and she closed her mouth in an attempted gesture to contain any other syllables waiting to form or fall.

  "You will dine, and you'll feast with me.” He patted her bottom and turned to go.

  Before she responded favorably or to the contrary and almost as soon as he left her, another man approached. A confident creature, he appeared comfortable in his own skin. A beautiful man with long lustrous hair and high cheek bones—yes, far too pretty to be considered masculine and yet the closer he stepped, the more he displayed manly characteristics.

  "Hello, Paisley. Welcome. I'm Phillip. I'm at your service.” He took her hand in his and led her to the covered lanai. Beautifully appointed with platinum fixtures, the area sparkled in a precise shine. The truer polish seemed driven by the sun but the natural light didn't touch down with a direct hit on any one piece of furniture.

  "It's nice to meet..."

  His lips assumed positioning by covering hers before any words glided from them. He nibbled at her lips as if to ward off the mindless kissing he certainly controlled. His lips parted once but never left hers even when he bent his knees. Scooping under her, his large hands made her shiver with thoughts of what other proportioned gifts he possessed. Yes, she'd read about the male anatomy and certainly felt wise to the myths of man. The larger the hand, the bigger the cock, and right now she hoped for myths holding an element of truth.

  He carried her to an awaiting blanket simply spread out beyond the loungers and chairs. Moving her gently to the ground, he stood over her with an arrogant smirk telling quite a tale. He assumed and quickly mastered all authority over her situation. In business, it would've pissed her off, but here? It was definitely different yet she was unalarmed by it. She wanted to touch him and feel everything he had to offer as if he provided her the experiences she craved and he alone influenced them.

  She fought back the temptation to tell him, just to inform him, she was there with another man. Somehow, she didn't think he'd care or respond to the revelation. Seemingly, he already understood it. Perhaps it was part of the arrangement and the liaison failed to explain all of the interesting particulars.

  The handsome rogue—she didn't attempt to imagine him as anything more than a rebel—his smirk and yes, even the eyes gave it away; wore white slacks. With the obvious protrusion, the terrycloth pants were the only material touching his skin and nothing underneath held him from displaying a very stout member. His chest, broad and capable led to a belly perfected by nature—and enhanced by man—the abs sold a woman on possibilities. His obvious excitement made just as many promises.

  "Do you live here?” she began to stutter, something she'd never done before in her lifetime, “Do you?” She cleared her throat before mentally cursing the challenges even the act of swallowing presented.

  From behind her, she heard movement, a rapid shuffle of feet. Brogan. He leaned over her shoulder with a glass of champagne and a strawberry covered in fluffy white whipped crème. “Open darling.” He grinned up at Phillip. “And why don't you answer the lovely lady?"

  Phillip sat down next to her and tilted her chin toward his own. He seemed to nuzzle her with it before he moved back away from her. “I'm at your service and I like the idea of...” his tongue swiped carefully over her upper lip and then he withdrew with what sounded like a fulfilling promise, “pleasing a beautiful woman."

  Great, another one on the payroll. Just as soon as she thought it, the confirmation solidified it.

  "We're a package deal.” Brogan informed her of the obvious right before Phillip began to kiss her wrist. His mouth truly caressed the veins imprinted there.

  "The liaison said..."

  "You paid for pleasure.” Brogan reminded her.

  "You paid for experience.” Phillip added. “You really received a great deal here. You bought entertainment for a package special. Something you don't need under most circumstances, but this isn't a typical arrangement now, is it?” He winked.

  Brogan sat down behind her and pulled her against his chest as he did. “Think of it as a two for one bargain."

 
"So what you're telling me is...” She tried to gather her thoughts so she could continue, “you're here for my enjoyment?” She looked at Brogan and then back at Phillip. “Both of you are bought and paid for?"

  "If you want to be rude about it,” Brogan began, “yes, but we're also here because we want to be here."

  "Why?” She studied them.

  "We, or should I say, I have a proposition.” Phillip beamed.

  The pit of her gut ached on observance. “I'll just bet you do.” She didn't sit at the helm of a multi-billion dollar conglomerate without understanding predators, and she had one in front of her. Now, she'd simply turn him into her prey.

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  Chapter Four

  Brogan stroked her back as Phillip began to explain. She tried to move away, but Brogan slipped his arm around her waist and deliberately clutched tighter, nearly pinching the skin. He kept a controlled grip as Phillip's motive was revealed—along with Brogan's, but she discovered, Brogan's didn't matter. It didn't take her long to put two and two together. Now she understood what the liaison tried to tell her all along.

  Brogan offered to take her out, give her experience, and return her without compensation—and the man wasn't one for personal favors or generosity. He always wanted, earned, and expected payment or at least, he wanted her to believe as much.

  His file, the one she'd read prior to paying his retainer, provided a blue-print for the flawless male escort. In fact, Brogan seemed perfect for her situation. No strings and better still, no further attachments. Made to order, designed for female satisfaction, his measurements were given; pictures offered. Brogan Delcorte may have been a big boy, but he existed as a woman's toy.

  "Understand, we're all after the same things here. Money, power, adventure, sex.... and I imagine you are interested in protecting your dirty little secrets.” His tongue traced his bottom lip and left behind a damp shine.

  "I don't know what you're talking about.” Her shoulders squared off with a posture of uncertainty but nonetheless, grace.

  "Denial. It's a beautiful defense mechanism.” Brogan touched her hair, kissed her neck. “It won't help you place strategic barriers where they're needed now, darling.” He kissed the outline of her backless dress all the way down to her hip before he offered a playful nip.

  The shiver came and the excitement, damn it all, existed.

  "What do you want from me?” She tried to ignore Brogan and focus instead on Phillip.

  "I want everything you don't want me to have. I want everything your father couldn't acquire from your mother, and finally—I want you.” His eyes held her in his gaze with a piercing dare. “I will have you in many ways, darling. Brogan and I will offer you the experience you've paid for, but, in the end, when all is completely sealed in our deal, I want the real you for a more lasting arrangement."

  "You know.” Her words were spoken barely above a whisper.

  "We know.” Brogan reassured her as his mouth covered her ear for the purpose of quiet confirmation. Some sins, indeed, search out and find a woman, even those handed down by other generations, those deserving of some sort of punishment.

  "So then you know how my father died?” She suddenly felt the agitated need to tell them, to share with them the horrifying last minutes of her father's life. Maybe then they would fear her. If not, they'd show her some measure of respect as their equal.

  "We know how he died."

  "Do you? Do you really?” She stood then, ignoring the hand on her waist tugging her back again. Slapping Brogan's grip away, she swayed in front of Phillip, taunting him with what she held in store.

  "I don't think you do, so let me show you.” She walked over to the corner of the room and began to shed her web of truer deception. The sleek skin she exposed covered her far better than the webbed dress hiding it. Brogan quickly rose to stand beside of Phillip.

  "Holy hell.” He moved closer.

  Phillip extended his arm to stop him. “Wait. I think she wants to play games with us, and if so, I'll gladly follow her lead."

  * * * *

  "Pay close attention, gentleman, and do not provoke me to anger, or you will only have one opportunity to view—.” Her skin seemed to unravel much like yarn would drop from a spindle, and in a matter of mere seconds, a gorgeous spider's netting covered the far corner of the lanai.

  The net found there wasn't by any means, a spider's web crafted by a meaningless insect, but more of an artistic display of ingenious patterns. A configuration of spectacular impressionism without the use of paints or forethought brought about a shimmer to the area in a fascinating effort to enlighten the men watching.

  Where she'd once stood, a web extended. There, against the corner she spun a large woven home very quickly. She crawled across the back wall as a brilliant spider with the deadliest of bodies. She wasn't a dull arachnid, but instead a ripe weapon with rich beauty nearly blinding to the naked eye. The appendages were long and lean but firm, taut with movement and pointed direction.

  "I told you.” Phillip seemed proud of himself. He should've been; he'd called her out, and she'd managed to produce what he wanted to see in record time.

  "Paisley, I'm impressed.” Brogan added joining in with Phillip in mutual admiration.

  She continued to crawl about for a few moments more, and the men moved closer. In the position of power now, she moved about the web with sudden speed and landed quickly on Phillip's bare shoulder.

  Rather than scare away from her, he stroked her back just as Brogan earlier stroked her in the flesh. Only Phillip showed her, regardless of her new form, some measure of restrained compassion. “Ah my beauty. If you'll come back to us, you'll be well compensated for these theatrics."

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  Never let it be said the arrogance of men can not draw out a woman truly depraved of sex. She didn't budge but mused over the light fingertips across her back. Ah, she indulged in them, and it didn't take much. She counted the strokes he gave her with the tips. Fifty-five and counting, and even in her transformed state, she felt quite aroused by each touch.

  Paisley crawled down his arm and hard thigh. Once on the ground, she reappeared in human form. She started to reach for the web behind her but quickly realized it was of no use now. Damn. Something she didn't think about before she decided to show off for an audience. She didn't know how to reassemble her evening attire. She never really liked it anyway.

  Phillip approached her first. “You were on my shoulder; you could've struck with a deadly bite."

  "Ah, true. But the power in the bite is only when you are of no use to me. You still have your...” She paused, cleared her throat; continued ... “charms.” She gazed at the hard-on pressing through his pants.

  Brogan moved closer now, taking care to study the woman he likely presumed as dangerous. He reluctantly took her hand. “You are showing favoritism, lover. I'll have to change this immediately.” He led her over to the lounger and encouraged her to lay down by giving her a suggestive push.

  Phillip watched from a distance. “We have business to discuss."

  "After all the patting and stroking you did to entice her, your business will wait. Even virgins need fast, hot, and erotic loving when properly inspired.” His adoring stare heated her every thread, what few she still had left.

  She opened her mouth, wanting to protest against the pleasure initiatives, but heaven help her, she could not. Her entire life, sexual fulfillment waited. She never had the chance to experience a man or the kind of uncontrollable lust a woman her age desired most.

  Business came first because opportunities presented themselves, and when they did, they were supreme. They demanded her attention before anything else. Now it seemed practical to use the same forethought in seeking pleasure. When it's in front of a woman, it's hard to deny. And with two for the price of one—it's simply impossible to refuse.

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  Chapter Five

  Phillip latched onto her m
outh in an incredible show of ownership. He kissed her in an exhilarating attempt to claim the area as his own while Brogan massaged her shoulders from behind. Wherever Brogan's hands stroked and squeezed, his lips soon kissed away the magical sensation she quickly felt by the manual pampering. Phillip's tongue continued to stroke in a man's sweet hunger with a flicker here and a quick flip there.

  Brogan's hands went to her lower back, and he pushed her forward encouraging her buttocks to move upward. At the same time, Phillip stepped out of his pants using Paisley's slender shoulders to steady himself, if only for effect. And it was effective.

  Not to be outdone, Brogan groaned and slid back in a rocking fashion. On his elbows, he raised his hips, and though his legs were draped around her now, he left her by swinging a leg behind her. He stood and stripped, and while she was tempted to look over her shoulder and watch, she had an eyeful directly in front of her.

  Phillip's right hand cupped her neck. “Taste me.” His smirk—well, most virgins would consider it deplorable and she did. He said the two words more like an officer passing off a direct order rather than a man with a carnal desire, a lust-filled request.

  Brogan reclaimed his position behind her. His hard cock pressed against her buttocks, and his hands gathered her full breasts in a playful lift. “Take him, darling. All you have to do is open your mouth and keep your teeth in check. He'll do the rest.” He whispered the call directly into her ear. “You can do that for us, can't you? Just suck, my lover."

  She parted her lips, and Phillip moved between them. Large and endowed with pleasure's agenda, he didn't take it slow. He pushed into her mouth, greedy with the need as much as obligation. He wanted her to partake and become an active consumer.

  At first, she didn't like it. She damn near choked on it, and the act of sucking cock first turned her stomach enough for her to push back in contempt. Her hands flew forward, and in a first effort to move him away from her, her palms settled on his bunched thighs—and the feel of them stopped her. Damnation, he felt solid. Firm muscles rippled underneath the flesh, and instead of moving him back, one hand went to his ass and gripped him closer while the other stayed pressed against his hip.