Jaxie's Menage

by Jan Springer

  As if on cue, the music dropped into a slow dance.

  He pulled her gently against him.

  He smelled nice. She detected a scent of lavender and freshness. His body was big, like Ewan’s. He was silent as he placed his other hand on her hip, his palm branding her through her dress.

  He moved closer and she inhaled as his big erection pressed against her lower belly. Her breaths came faster and her pussy quivered.

  Although his entire face was hidden behind a black mask, and he wore a dark hood to conceal his hair, there was something familiar about him. Did she know him? Was he a patron of her club?

  He danced like a pro. Never stepping on her feet, as Ewan had always done.

  A shard of pain shimmered through her at the thought of Ewan. Was she betraying him by dancing with this man, after fucking Ewan just the other night?

  No! her mind shouted.

  Yes! her heart cried.

  But Ewan had made it clear. It was over between them. How many times would she allow him to stomp on her heart before she got the message? It was over. It had to be over.

  She needed to move forward. Needed to start living, and crazy as it seemed, tonight was number one on her list of things to do.

  If she died tomorrow, at least she’d been able to make one of her fantasies come true. And she could do it with a guy built like Ewan. She would pretend it was him, that’s what she could do.

  No more guilt. No more living through her work. She was going to live. It could be fun. It would be fun. Now all she had to do was keep her identity a secret and let Rachel know she wanted this hottie in her ménage tonight.

  * * * * *

  Royce grinned as he watched the gladiator and the princess bride dancing on the dance floor. They moved like they were made for each other, thanks to the dance lessons he’d been giving Ewan over the last few days.

  “They make a lovely couple,” Rachel said as she stepped up beside him.

  “Funny, I was just thinking that same thing.” He gazed over at her and did a double take.

  Rachel was dressed to the nines tonight. Pink-and-black eyeshadow illuminated her big brown eyes. She wore black cat ears tucked in her dark-brown hair, and she wore a sexy black cat outfit that hugged all her generous curves. She even had whiskers drawn on her cheeks.

  “Sexy hot catwoman outfit,” Royce complimented. She looked hot!

  A cute pink blush spread over Rachel’s cheeks. He liked it when she blushed. It made her lose the look of stress she carried with her.

  “Actually, I am a jewel thief. I skulk like a cat in the night, scrambling up the sides of luxury penthouses and breaking into rich people’s homes, stealing their jewels.”

  Royce chuckled. “Well, I wouldn’t have guessed you were such a naughty girl.”

  Rachel blinked prettily. The pink on her cheeks deepened.

  “You don’t know the half of it, Royce.”

  “Hmm, I’m thinking I wouldn’t mind finding out just how naughty you can be.”

  She shyly averted his gaze and he reined in another laugh. The last thing he wanted to do was embarrass Rachel any further tonight, especially when he needed that trick hat she denied existed.

  “Maybe another time, gladiator. Tonight belongs to Jaxie.”

  He nodded.

  “Are you all set with the top hat?” he said in a low enough voice so that only she could hear.

  She shook her head and said nothing. He didn’t miss a secretive smile cross her lips.

  “Okay, I get it. Rumors. All rumors.”

  “You’re catching on, big guy,” she said with a wink.

  To his surprise, something cool touched his right palm.

  “Don’t look down,” she said without looking at him. “Just take it. Show no one. It’s the key to your room.”

  He accepted the key and held it tight.

  “Hopefully, you’ll get what you’re looking for tonight.”

  Rachel quickly disappeared back into the crowd.

  His gut tensed. Hopefully? What did she mean by that?

  Unless what she’d been saying all along about the trick hat. It didn’t exist.

  Rachel swore her nerves were going to be the death of her. Jaxie had shown her how to work the trick hat, but she only got the right key to pop out about seventy-five percent of the time. The other times, the key fell onto the key pile inside the hat instead of sticking out sideways. Earlier, when Jaxie had asked her how good she’d gotten with the hat, she’d lied and told her she got it right almost all of the time.

  Rachel just hadn’t wanted to disappoint her friend with the truth. She gazed at her watch.

  Shoot! Almost show time. She needed to hurry and get that top hat and do a couple more practice runs.

  * * * * *

  So, this is how it felt on the other side of the fence, so to speak, Jaxie thought. She’d watched the excitement in the ladies eyes as they waited to pick their key from the top hat. Sometimes, Jaxie would arrange for certain women to be matched with certain men.

  Tonight it was her turn. She’d already informed Rachel of the two hunks she wanted. That gladiator she’d danced with and his friend. They had nice muscles. They could hold her down with their powerful hands while they fucked her.

  As she stood in the lineup waiting her turn, she got the distinct feeling Rachel was way too nervous. Heck, if the cat whiskers that Jaxie had drawn onto Rachel’s face were real, she’d swear Rachel would be twitching them with her nervousness.

  Rachel’s cheeks were red too, a sure sign of her nerves.

  Yeah, sure this was her first official try at the top hat, but something was bugging Rachel. First, she kept avoiding eye contact with her. It meant Rachel was feeling guilty about something. But what?

  Second, Rachel kept worrying her bottom lip. A sure sign something was not going according to plan.

  But what? Dammit!

  This was supposed to be a wonderful experience…for both of them. Rachel got to run the club, which she’d been hinting that she’d love to do, and Jaxie got her mnage.

  So why were they both experiencing the damned jitters?

  By the time it was her turn to step up to Rachel and the top hat, shakes were rushing through her. Why in the world hadn’t she just gotten the key from her office, where she kept them? Why put herself through this?

  She knew why. Because she wanted to see how it felt. She wanted the whole thing, just like she’d given her friends and others who had asked to be matched.

  It was supposed to be exciting…even though she was cheating.

  “Ahh, the beautiful princess bride. Come forward, my dear. Don’t be shy. Just place your hand into the magical hat and and see what room will help you achieve your delights tonight,” Rachel called out to her and motioned for her to come closer.

  Jaxie stepped forward. She held her breath and lifted her hand as Rachel held the hat high. Jaxie finally managed to capture Rachel’s gaze.

  Yep, guilt shone in her eyes and her wimpy, watery smile did nothing to reassure Jaxie that things were going according to plan.

  Au contraire.

  Now was not the time to ask. There were too many witnesses.

  Jaxie dipped her hand into the hat and held her breath as she pretended to pick her way through the keys that lay at the bottom of the hat.

  Darn! They all felt similar. Which one was the right one?

  Her heart began to pound and a whisper of anxiety ran through her.

  She glanced at Rachel and tried to read her. But she couldn’t. Rachel’s face had suddenly turned into an emotionless poker face.

  “Come now, princess bride, hurry and pick your key. Which will it be? Which will it be?”

  Suddenly something nudged her finger.

  Finally!

  Jaxie grabbed it and pulled out the key. She gasped.

  Wrong key!

  “The princess bride has pulled out the crystal key!” Rachel shouted. She gave Jaxie a wide smile. The woman didn’t e
ven look guilty for screwing up.

  The bitch.

  Easy, Jaxie, don’t show any emotion. Don’t let anyone suspect this was supposed to be rigged.

  The crystal key glittered in an abundance of colors in Jaxie’s palm. The sparkles and glints mesmerized her.

  So pretty.

  “Let everyone see. Hold it high,” Rachel ordered in a loud voice.

  Jaxie gritted her teeth and did as she was instructed. Gasps went through the crowd. She caught some envious looks from some of the women. Others were genuinely thrilled that the princess bride had gotten the coveted crystal key.

  She knew why everyone was excited. Jaxie didn’t open the Crystal Room very often to the general membership. That room was reserved for the guests who paid top dollar for it.

  She’d paid an arm and a leg to get that room into a crystal theme. And paid another arm for the matching crystal keys.

  The key glittered beautifully beneath the lights, sparkling in yellow, pink and blue hues.

  “As per instructions that were given to all members participating in tonight’s ménage, I remind you ladies that once you have picked your key, you must return to the locker room, shower and prepare yourselves. Then, proceed to the room that matches your key.”

  Man, if she could smack Rachel, she would.

  Rachel winked to Jaxie and called out to the next woman in line, who was dressed like Dorothy from the Wizard of Oz and held a stuffed Cairn Terrier dog.

  Jaxie blew out a tense breath and wished she could take that stuffed dog and wrap it around Rachel’s neck. She clutched the key tightly and hurried to the locker room.

  Chapter Five

  “So? Were you able to get Rachel to agree to get us the princess bride?” Ewan asked Royce in a low tone when he finally returned to the locker room. Royce’s hair was damp and his towel was slung very low over his hips. He’d been in the shower for so long, Ewan figured the man was dead or probably living it up in the stall with fantasies about the princess bride.

  Hell, he’d been sitting here in his mask, hood and robe for so long, some of the men had started throwing him curious looks. They probably thought he was a voyeur or Peeping Tom or something.

  Royce said nothing as he motioned Ewan over to his locker. When he opened the door, he stood back and allowed Ewan to look inside.

  There, on top of a fluffy light gray robe lay a sparkling skeleton key.

  Ewan let out a low whistle.

  “Wow. Impressive.”

  “If everything goes according to plan, it will be impressive,” Royce said with a grin.

  The key looked as if it were made out of glass. Its rounded edges glittered a myriad of colors. There were blues, greens, yellows and pinks and sudden realization swept through him.

  “This is a key to the Crystal Room.”

  “Yes,” Royce replied. He untied his towel and tossed it into a nearby bin.

  Ewan couldn’t help but notice Royce’s shaft was already in full salute for this evening’s upcoming adventure. His cock was engorged and elongated and flushed an angry purple. He didn’t have to guess any longer. Royce had been fantasizing in the shower.

  Royce lifted out the key and handed it to Ewan.

  He remembered Jaxie talking about having a crystal room. All things crystal, she’d said with wide, innocent eyes. She’d been a woman full of dreams. The sex toys would be made of crystal too, she’d said.

  Yeah, the princess bride deserved the Crystal Room.

  His cock jerked as he remembered watching her earlier on the dance floor. She danced so incredibly hot in that dress that glittered with her every move. Her sweet body had been screaming for sex.

  He’d make sure that Royce and himself gave that sexy little princess a ménage she wouldn’t forget.

  A few seconds later, Royce had placed his mask and hood and was slipping on his robe when Rachel’s voice snapped Ewan from his thoughts about the princess bride.

  “Gladiators! If I may have a moment with you?”

  Ewan turned to discover Rachel hurrying toward them with a midnight-blue envelope clutched in her right hand.

  “This is for the two of you. From your partner for the evening,” she said and held out the envelope.

  Ewan’s heart hammered against his chest as he accepted it. Within seconds, he’d ripped it open and withdrew a piece of midnight-blue paper. White glitter ink in intricate feminine handwriting popped off the page at him.

  A delicate perfume scent, the same one that he’d admired drifting off her while dancing with her, wafted from the page. He resisted the urge to bury his face into it and just inhale.

  My dearest gladiators,

  Your princess bride has certain needs that only two well-hung gladiators can satisfy.

  Please follow my maid to the Crystal Room and she will prepare you for my visit to the chambers. I look forward to both of you servicing me all night long.

  Your safe word is STOP.

  The Princess Bride

  Beside him, Royce cursed softly as he read the note.

  “She sounds like one hot and ready minx,” Royce whispered.

  “She is burning for pleasure, my gladiators,” Rachel said. She didn’t indicate if she knew it was Royce behind that mask. He figured she did know with him approaching her tonight about getting the princess bride. He, on the other hand, would have to keep his mouth shut so she didn’t know it was him.

  She nodded to the crystal key in Ewan’s hand.

  “Please, bring the key. We must hurry. Follow me.”

  Royce chuckled while Ewan stuffed the note into his robe pocket.

  “Rachel takes this shit seriously,” Royce said in a low voice as they followed Rachel.

  “Just as seriously as Jaxie,” Ewan admitted in a low tone as he watched Rachel move like a cat, stealth and confident, several feet in front of them. Jaxie had picked very well for someone to take over in her absence at the helm of the club.

  Rachel ushered them quickly down the hallway, into another hallway, toward the back of the building. As they passed doors, moans and groans mingled into the air. Couples and threesomes were already diving into the pleasures they had come for.

  Anticipation made Ewan walk faster.

  Rachel suddenly stopped and Ewan almost crashed into her.

  “Gladiators, this is your room,” she said as she stood in front of a virgin-white door. The words The Crystal Room were etched on a white sign in raised crystal lettering.

  “We’re here,” Royce said softly.

  Ewan noticed his friend’s Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed. Excitement sparkled his eyes.

  “Please, open the door,” Rachel instructed.

  Ewan did as she asked, slid the key into the lock, and turned the key. A click followed.

  He opened the door and motioned for Rachel and then Royce to step inside.

  He followed them inside, then stopped in the short hallway and stared in stunned disbelief.

  Wow. The room was spectacular. Several sparkling crystal chandeliers hung from the ceiling. The walls were orange-red with plenty of gold-framed mirrors. The furniture was black-painted wood. To one side of the room was a large king-sized canopy bed. Hung on an abundance of hooks on all walls were arrangements of whips, toys and other paraphernalia. Set side by side toward a far corner of the room were two large black-painted wooden X-frames, the edges of each plank studded with white crystals.

  “Pick a cross, and I’ll strap you in,” Rachel instructed.

  Ewan looked at Royce, who gazed back at him with an amused smirk.

  “What exactly is this princess bride going to do to us?” Royce asked Rachel as he stepped up to the closest cross.

  Rachel grinned.

  “Now that would be telling, gladiator. Please disrobe,” she instructed.

  Now?

  “In front of you?” Royce echoed Ewan’s thoughts.

  Rachel’s brows furrowed with disappointment and she shook her head and chastised.

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nbsp; “What? The big brawny gladiators are shy in front of the princess bride’s maid? Tsk. Tsk. Please do as I ask.”

  Royce chuckled cockily and dropped his robe. He was already well on his way to being fully aroused as his erect penis indicated.

  Ewan didn’t miss Rachel’s eyes widen in appreciation and her cheeks grow pink.

  Royce stepped closer to the cross.

  “Back against the wood, please,” she instructed.

  He did as she said and leaned his back against the cross. Like an expert, she lashed Royce’s wrists and ankles to the wood planks, then she turned to Ewan.

  “Your turn.”

  Ewan hesitated. It wasn’t every day that he disrobed in front of a woman he barely knew.

  “It is what you signed up for, my man,” Royce said in a teasing tone. “Didn’t you read the small print on the membership contract when you joined?”

  Rachel smiled sweetly and nodded.

  “Don’t worry. You haven’t gotten anything that I haven’t already seen on another gladiator,”

  Ewan rolled his eyes, untied his sash, slipped off his robe and handed it to Rachel. She swooped over and picked up Royce’s robe and placed both on a nearby chair.

  Ewan stepped up to the cross, placing his back to the boards just as Royce had done.

  “Nope, wrong position. If you’ll move away and turn around, you’ll see a hole in the board around your thigh juncture height. Stick your cock through that hole, and I’ll do the rest.”

  Get out of here.

  Royce whistled softly as Ewan turned and inspected said hole. It was about three inches in diameter. The wooden edges were planed smooth.

  “No splinters, I hope?” Royce teased as Ewan moved belly first against the cross.

  Hell, he hoped there weren’t any splinters. That would be a bit too painful for him. Suddenly he imagined all the naughty things Ms. Princess Bride could do to his shaft while it was sticking through that hole.

  He inhaled sharply as his shaft hardened to the point he could barely press it into and then through the circle.

  “Everything is polished to perfection, so no worries on slivers. Unless, of course, you enjoy acupuncture?”