by Dark Angel
I gasp with excitement. I’ve never had more than just a cock inside of me, and I’m hungry for more, even with this huge cock that’s filled my pussy.
His finger slides in gently and feels around inside of me and starts moving in and out. I push my asshole out, relaxing my ass more. Theo takes his finger out and I hear him pthew...followed by a splat onto his cock.
He rubs his spit into his cock some and places it against my asshole. He puts a hand on my shoulder as he eases into me. Each inch has me gasping harder and my pussy twitching. Owen is writhing in pleasure beneath me each time I move.
Once they’re both fully inside me, they lift me up just slightly and start ramming me from under me and behind me at the same time. As I’m getting fucked hard, I feel my eyes roll back and my moans get deep and intense. I breathe in deep and look ahead of me to see Ty’s cock just waiting to be sucked.
I take the head of his cock into my mouth and suck hard at it, teasing him, letting him see how I’m getting railed and making sure he’s enjoying the view. He twitches his cock in my mouth, and I giggle slightly through my moans. I thrust my head forward and push his entire cock into my mouth and throat, and he lets out a loud moan and grips his hands into his hips.
I bob my head on him with each thrust of cock inside me, and I squeal with pleasure as I feel my pussy throb and pulse. I become incredibly warm and overwhelmed as I’m enveloped in a euphoric sensation.
I scream with Ty in my throat as I come all over Owen’s cock and let it burst through onto his pelvis and squirt back onto Theo. I pull off Ty’s cock and collapse my torso against the table as I come down from my orgasmic high.
When I pull back up, I see him with cock in hand, ready to come for me. As I stare at him stroking his massive member, I feel Theo’s cock pulsing and straining hard against my asshole. He grips my hips tight and holds me in place as he shoots his load into my ass, filling it completely with his creamy cum.
I moan loud and try to squeeze my asshole tight to keep it from spilling out all over the place, but I can’t help it. I relax and it all gushes out as Theo pulls out and it drips against my taint and my stretched cunt.
I redirect my attention back to Ty, and as I see the cum shoot from the head of his cock toward my face, I feel Owen’s chest tighten and his breathing speed up. He locks my pussy against his pelvis as he fires his cum from his cock deep, deep into my pussy.
Much like with Theo, I just can’t hold it in there, and it gushes back out all over both of us.
My mouth is wide open as Ty’s cum flies at my face. It covers my forehead and my eyebrows; it drips down my cheeks, my lips, and even off my chin and onto my breasts.
I lick my lips in pure bliss and smile at all of the pleasure they’ve given me.
I climb off the table. All eyes are on me. I calmly and softly say, “I don’t know if I’m entirely certain, but I think I might be feeling the effects of the fragrance.”
Chapter 9
Alyssa
What I know so far about True Love: they are a perfume company with a unique approach to fragrance. Their unique formulas have the potential to evoke certain emotions with the individual scents. I’m still not entirely sure of their makeup, but best believe I’ll have it in my hands soon enough.
I feel like my notes on this assignment are shit so far. Literally everything I have on this company so far is what I can already read off Google. Shit. This is so stressful, and I can’t see how I’m going to get through this based on the deadline I’ve been given.
Damn these men. They’re far too distracting. Maybe I need to be blind to make it all happen.
My mind wanders. Good God. How did I act like that? I just don’t get it. I’ve always been so composed, so prim, so proper.
It’s preposterous to me that I can’t seem to keep it in my pants around these guys. Or rather, I can’t seem to keep what’s in their pants away from me. If I keep it up...fuck. I don’t even know what happens if I keep it up.
I have a job to do, and they’re annoyingly effective at keeping me from doing it. I’m distracted by them. I’m not myself. It cannot be that way. But how do I fix it?
I’m nestled into my couch with my laptop on my thighs and a glass of wine on the end table next to me. I reach for it to take another sip of my white zinfandel.
My hand pats the wooden furniture for a moment before my fingertips find the glass, but I promptly wrap my fingers around the base and bring the rim to my lips. As I tilt my glass upward to get another sip, I notice something strange.
My glass is empty. Again. Oops. I guess I need another.
I move my laptop to the end table and walk to my kitchen. The wine bottle is right there on the counter where I left it, uncorked and ready to go. I pour the wine into my glass...maybe not as full this time...and go back to the living room.
I take a sip once I’m seated back on my couch. Ugh. I still just can’t get over my day yesterday. I’ve never been so...uninhibited.
I guess I didn’t ever realize how much I might be neglecting my sexual needs as a person. When was the last time I even masturbated before these guys showed up in my life? Jesus.
I sigh as I set my wine down. I take a deep breath and try to get myself back on track. I lay my head against the back of my couch to decompress.
As my eyes close, I can see Ty, Theo, and Owen surrounding me. It’s like it was all a dream in the first place, it’s so clear in my head. I can see their smiles, I can feel their breath on my skin, I can hear them panting.
As I relax further, I get flashes of them being all over me. I see their hands travel on my body, I feel their touch and their tight grips on my tits and my ass. I can kiss them all over again in my head.
The way I felt with them yesterday was so intense, but so surreal. The me I was yesterday isn’t the me I am today. But then again, if it wasn’t, why would I still be thinking so much about it?
It’s not like I’m ashamed of any of it. It was spectacular. I might even go so far as to say I would do it again if I got the chance...but I’m scared to admit that to myself.
I can’t stop going back to them in my mind. I feel like I can’t help but want to relive it. As I imagine Ty’s hard cock pressed against my pussy, I feel my hand drift down between my legs and rub myself hard against my palm and fingers. I get a flash of Theo groping my breasts and can’t help but squeeze my tits hard.
I hear a loud CRACK. My eyes open suddenly. I sit up and immediately analyze my surroundings, and find that I just moved enough that my remote for my television fell off the arm of my couch onto my hardwood floor. Oops.
I sigh, and decide that maybe I need to get out of the house for just a moment. I’ve been cooped up in here and it’s just not healthy to be alone with my thoughts. Especially when I’m taking home more than just work, as it seems.
I stand up and grab a pair of shoes and slip into them. I return to my place at the couch for a moment and take another gulp of wine before I depart.
I step through the front door and shut it behind me before locking the door. I turn around and take a few steps down my driveway. It’s the perfect temperature outside, so I look forward to taking a trip around my block and shaking some of this bullshit.
I look up, and ahead of me is an unfamiliar vehicle.
I pause, staring at the first limousine I’ve ever seen in person. Puzzled, I start searching my head for explanations as to why it’s in my driveway.
Did a driver get lost and have to fix their navigation here? Is it out of gas? As I go through the ridiculous list of possibilities, I see the door prop open. I watch as a foot is revealed and steps to the ground, followed by the other. Slowly, I see a man rise from the car, and recognize that it is in fact Theo from True Love. Great. Fucking great.
“Hello, beautiful!” he exclaims. I can’t tell if he’s alone or if he has Ty and Owen in the car trying to get another slice.
“Hey there, Theo. How are you?” I inquire politely. “I’m surprised t
o see you here...I was just on my way out for a walk. I’m in the middle of some work, and I was just taking a little break so I can’t chat too long.”
“Oh? Work, huh? Is that why you’re drinking wine and fondling yourself?” Theo asks.
“Excuse me?” I respond. I’m sounding defensive, because I’m having this sinking feeling that my blinds are wide open, and it must have been a show for the neighborhood, if not just them. I really need to be more aware of my surroundings…
“Relax, I’m kidding. What you do on your time is none of my business. Listen, the guys and I wanted to get you a bit more familiar with us on a personal level. We think it’ll help you understand us better from a business perspective. We’ve actually got a surprise for you if you’ll join us tonight.”
“Oh, I don’t know. I’ve really got a lot to do,” I say, reluctantly.
“Alyssa, relax. It’s just one night. It’s on business. You’ll be fine, I promise,” Theo reassures me, charmingly. That damn smile of his is going to get me in trouble one day.
I take a deep breath and sigh heavily.
“Okay. But nothing crazy,” I joke.
Theo places his hand on the back of my shoulder and leads me into the limo. I scoot to the side and he follows in next to me and shuts the door.
“All set, driver,” he says, and he taps the roof of the vehicle.
We start moving. I look around the limo to see the other eleven members of the True Love executive team, and I tense up. I’m suddenly so nervous that I don’t know what to do. I can’t help but wonder if Ty, Theo, and Owen have shared their...experience with me with the rest of the team.
I don’t like being uncertian of anything, and I’ve got nothing but my own assumptions to go off right now. Judging by the way they’re all looking at me, they’re aware of my time in the lab. My face turns beet red.
“So, Alyssa, how do you feel about our perfumes?” asks Tristan. “If I’m not mistaken, you toured our lab yesterday? Any scent you like more than others?”
I smile as I lie to them.
“I think my favorite was Soleil so far. I might even purchase a bottle at the conclusion of our time together.”
“Beautiful!” Tristan says. “Well, we’re glad to have you with us. I’m excited for you to see what’s in store for you tonight.”
Before I know it, the limo is stopping and we’ve reached our destination. As I step out of the car, I see a big neon sign, and two particular words make me incredibly nervous.
Strip club.
Chapter 10
Theo
"What're you drinking?"
"What?" Alyssa smiles nervously at me as she leans closer.
By choosing the end of the bar that was closer to the speakers, I ensured that she would have to get very close to me to hear me. Instead of raising my voice, I lean in close to her, my lips practically touching her ear. "What's your poison?"
I can see her shake just a bit as the goosebumps cover her perfect skin. She shoots me a sly smile. "I don't know, I don’t drink too often. Surprise me?"
I couldn’t have kept the smile off my face if I tried, and I honestly wouldn’t want to anyway. God, I can stare at her smile for the rest of the night and think it would be an evening well spent.
Leaning over the bar, I signal the bartender for our drinks.
I look back at Alyssa, who is subtly dancing in place to the music, while trying hard not to let it show. I see her sneaking curious looks at the women who are dancing in cages, suspended from the ceiling, and on the stages throughout the room. I smile again at how nervous she is.
"Not quite your usual hangout, huh?"
She looks back at me quickly, and I can tell by the deep shade of crimson her face turns that she clearly thought I was still looking away from her. She got caught, and she knows it. But, behind that embarrassment I can see something else, too.
It’s not just excitement from the place, from getting caught looking at the women; that was what I expect to see. No, this was something more.
There is a side of her she probably hasn't met yet, a side she might see as a total stranger. A side that has...desires. A side I very much want to see more of tonight.
The bartender finishes the drinks, and I pick up the two blue concoctions in large, hurricane glasses.
"On the tab, sir?" he asks.
I nod.
Alyssa, recovering a bit, takes the drink and gulps greedily, glad to have something else to focus on. She downs a third of it before coming back up for air. I admire a woman who can hold her breath–and her liquor.
"This is delicious! What is it?"
"Blue Hawaiian. I think it tastes kind of like a Piña Colada." I watch in amazement as she gulps the rest of the drink down without another pause. "I take it you don't like it?"
She laughs and touches my arm. Her hand feels like electricity, even through the fabric of my suit jacket. What is going on with me?
I was attracted to this girl from the moment I saw her, shouting at us in the boardroom, and then fingering herself madly while she had no idea that we watched, but this is different. I feel like I've known her for much longer than that. Man, was that only two days ago?
I shake my head to clear my thoughts, realizing that she is talking to me. "What's that?"
"I asked if I could I have another one."
"Sure," I say, smiling at her. I signal the bartender to make us two more and drain the rest of mine quickly. Turning back to her, I say, "So, you still haven't answered my question."
I immediately regret speaking as I realize that she is now closing her eyes, tilting her head down, putting her hands up in the air, and swaying those luscious hips of hers to the rhythm of the music.
She looks up at me, and now it is my turn to look away, embarrassed at being caught. I take another sip from my glass and pretend to look at the lovely Ebony who is hanging upside down with her legs wrapped around the pole at the end of the stage.
Every guy here wants to be that pole, but I was happy just standing next to the fully clothed woman I came here with. All of the women here are amazing, yet somehow, they can’t hold a candle to Alyssa.
What is wrong with me? Why did I look away? I wanted her to know that I was looking! I am acting like a frightened school boy around her. Get a hold of yourself, Theo!
“What did you say?” Alyssa asks.
She had stopped dancing as soon as I had opened my mouth.
"I was saying that you look a little out of place here. Not your usual hangout?"
"No. I have never been to a strip club, before!"
The way she says it is adorable, looking around to see if anyone is listening before whispering the words conspiratorially. As if anyone else could've heard her over the deep base pounding through us, sending vibrations through our bodies.
I turn back to the bar, having realized that the drinks are ready. I grab them and hand one to her, but she is losing herself in the rhythm again.
I am ensnared by this, and I spend a few minutes just watching her twist and gyrate to the music. Maybe it is the environment or just my desire, but as I watch her, I start to mentally undress her.
I imagine each piece of clothing falling away slowly, revealing what I can't see. The image of her in my mind is driving me wild. Her movements in front of me are too much to bear.
She looks up and sees me holding the drinks, watching her, and this time we are both a little embarrassed.
"Sorry about that. I guess I just got kind of lost in the music for a minute."
"You don't have to apologize to me for that. I enjoyed the show."
"Oh, really?" She takes the drink from my hand and sips it, eyes locked on my own. "Well, I guess a good show is what we are all here for, right?" She takes another sip, and a sly smile forms on her face. "So, now it's my turn. Is this your usual hangout?"
I turn away from her, sipping my drink and looking around the surroundings as if here for the first time. "I've never been here before."
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"Yeah, right! I bet you know every one of these girls by name!" She gestures with her arm, sweeping the whole club.
"No. I told you, I've never been here before," I say with a mischievous grin.
She gives me a knowing look and sips her drink before finally arriving at a conclusion. "I don't believe you." She looks around the club, eyes settling on an attractive beauty toward the far wall. "Who is that?"
I follow her gaze, focusing on the girl. "That's Amber."
"Ok," she says, clearly not satisfied with my answer. "Tell me about her."
"Her real name is Gina, and she's twenty-three years old. She originally came here to go to nursing school, but her boyfriend left with all her money and her car. She was about to get evicted when she started working here. She didn't know she was pregnant at the time. Her son is four now."
"Holy crap, is that true?"
I shrug my shoulders. "How should I know? I told you I've never been here before."
She smiles, and looks for her next target of the game. "How about her?" She gestures toward a white-haired beauty dancing on one of the side stages. "That's Cah-Lacy. Her real name is Beverly, and she only strips part time."
"What else does she do?"
"She works in our ad department. I'm not really sure what her job is there."
Alyssa laughs at this. It feels great to make her laugh.
She points to the center stage. "And, who is that?"
I don’t have to look to know who she's pointing at. "That, my dear, is Ebony." A thought occurs to me. "Her dance is almost up. Would you like to meet her?"
Not taking no for an answer, I grab Alyssa's hand, and lead her to Ebony. Being in mid-sip, Alyssa's mouth is too full to protest.
We make our way to the center stage just as the song ends.
Ebony walks down the stairs and notices me standing there. "Mmm, you look delicious, Theo. Good enough to eat!"
"Hey, Ebony. How’ve you been?"
"Not as good as you, I see." She looks Alyssa up and down. "Sweetie, I don't know who you are, but you should blow off this guy, and spend some time with sweet Ebony over here."
