“Based on your history, it is probably not necessary. However, if you can lie back, I’d like to proceed with the physical inspection. I will just need you to remove your panties and raise your skirt. It will only take a moment.”
As much as Audrey had hoped to lose her panties, this is not what she had in mind. Reluctantly, she followed the doctors orders while he capped the vial of blood. He withdrew a small penlight from his bag and switched it on.
“I’m all out of rubber gloves. If you don’t mind, Audrey, reach down and open yourself up. That’s it. Good. A little wider. You may stop. Spread your legs wider. Um-hm … Okay, you may dress now.”
“Thank you.”
It only took a second to slip back into her panties. After she finished, Dr. Wilson, bag packed, turned on the music. “I’ll let Mark know we are finished on my way out.”
“Um … Dr. Wilson?”
“Yes, Audrey?”
“Could you do me a favor?”
“What did you have in mind?”
Audrey had to force herself to spit out the words. “Well, um, could you prescribe birth control pills for me?”
“I would be glad to.” He pulled a prescription pad from his bag.
Chapter Seven
* * *
“Good evening, Ms. Adams,” greeted the doorman.
“Good evening,” Audrey replied. Okay maybe, but not good, she thought. The Pamprin she had taken before leaving her apartment had yet to take effect. It was a busy week. First Martha Tyson had needed a last-minute spreadsheet update. It took most of Monday afternoon to generate the numbers to input. Then on Tuesday, Carolyn Benning, the incompetent bitch Audrey worked with, had left work ill, thus leaving the entire accounts payable run for Audrey to finish.
Two days of working late. Two days of menstrual cramps. By the time Audrey had stopped by the drugstore after work yesterday to pick up another bottle of pain relief, along with her prescription for birth control pills, it was nearly seven o’clock before she got home to relax.
Plus, Mark hadn’t called until yesterday evening. “Stop by the club Thursday, I’d like to see you again.” That was the essence of his call, lasting all of maybe three minutes.
Mark wanted to fuck her again, Audrey thought, walking past the doorman. Then she regained her composure. She wouldn’t let her mood swing ruin a good time. Of course, they wouldn’t be having sex, not with her menstruation. However, the monthly visitor brought her another day closer to getting protected against pregnancy, something Audrey very much looked forward to. Only a few more days before she could start her birth control regimen. Sex without condoms would make Mark happy. Audrey also looked forward to it. The thought of nothing between them stoked a fire deep within. She went straight to the bar.
Jefferson sat alone at the bar, nursing a Scotch.
“Audrey, nice to see you again.”
“Hi.” Audrey said uncomfortably, remembering what they had done a week ago.
“Please, join me for a drink.”
“I’m meeting Mark.”
“Mark won’t mind.” Jefferson patted the stool beside him. “Wine?”
“Long Island Iced Tea, please.”
The bartender immediately started mixing the drink. Reluctantly, Audrey joined Jefferson at the bar.
“I take it the two of you finally caught up with one another,” Jefferson said.
“I suppose so.”
Jefferson sniggered. He swirled his glass, causing ice to clack, and then took a drink. Audrey didn’t quite know what to make of him.
“I’m glad you did,” Jefferson stated. “In fact, my money is on you.”
“What are you talking about?”
Jefferson waved away the question, took another swallow. “Don’t mind me, I’ve been drinking.”
Audrey noticed a slight slur in his voice. She turned her attention to the bartender, watching as he mixed her drink. He moved very methodically, efficiently, even going so far as spinning and tossing bottles when he noticed Audrey watching him. After he finished, Jefferson said, “Drink up, young lady, it’s good for you.”
Before she did, Audrey removed a five-dollar bill from her purse. She had never paid a dime for anything here before. However, she felt the bartender deserved the tip. It made her feel better offering it. She slid it into the tip jar. The bartender smiled graciously, giving a quick wink before returning to his cleaning duties.
“Don’t wait for Mark. Go ahead, order yourself anything you would like.”
“I ate earlier.”
“Really? Why would you do such a thing when excellent food awaits you here?”
“If you must know, I nearly ran myself ragged at work today. No time for lunch—just a quick snack. I had a sandwich a half hour ago.”
“Suit yourself.”
“Why don’t you grab a table, get yourself a nice, juicy steak?”
“I already know what I’d like to sink my teeth into.”
“Oh?”
Jefferson leered at her. “What a beautiful outfit you are wearing. I love it.”
Tan shorts, white blouse. Simple, comfortable. Nothing outstanding. Still, the compliment amused her. It loosened her up. Audrey replied, “Nice outfit, yourself. Do you always wear a robe? Did you come from the Playboy Mansion?”
“I’m at the Playboy Mansion, Audrey. Would you like to disrobe me again tonight?”
The abrupt statement surprised her. “No, that’s okay.”
Jefferson chuckled. He tipped his glass, finished his drink, and then ordered another. Audrey quietly sipped her own.
“I am completely serious.”
“What are you talking about?”
“Your lips wrapped around me.”
“Enjoy your drink,” Audrey stated, starting to rise. She could wait for Mark alone at a table.
“Sit.”
“Why should I?”
“Because I’m just a dirty old man. And you are a beautiful young lady. We had such a pleasant time before, we should sit and talk until Mark arrives. Otherwise, we will both be lonely. Life is too short to be lonely.”
The man made a valid point. But for such a well-to-do “gentleman,” the man lacked tact. After a moment of consideration, Audrey decided he was harmless. She sat down.
“Not to mention,” Jefferson continued. “I have the ability to revoke temporary membership.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean just that. Guests may enter only if invited. You have been granted temporary guest membership—primarily because I like you. However, until you have been granted full guest membership, I have the ability to revoke your access to the club.”
To Audrey it sounded like a line of bull.
“Oh really?”
“Yes. But don’t worry, just stay and chat a while. I so hate blatant displays of power.”
“And after I receive ‘full guest membership’, whatever that is, then what?”
“Then it is out of my hands.” Jefferson threw up his hands with a laugh.
“Okay then.” Audrey shook her head in disbelief. She sipped her drink.
“I really do mean it though.”
“Mean what?”
“You are a lovely young lady. Good people, as they say. Someone hard to forget.”
“Why thank you, Jefferson. You are definitely unforgettable yourself.”
“It’s the robe.”
Audrey giggled. “Maybe so.”
A smile stretched across his face. He reached over to grasp her hand. “It really has been a while since we’ve had someone like you here.”
Audrey’s brow knitted. “What do you—?”
“Well look who decided to arrive. Mark, Mark … How dare you keep this young lady waiting.”
“Waiting? She’s barely touched her drink.”
“It is her third!” Jefferson playfully pinched Audrey’s side.
“I doubt that.”
“No. This is my first.”
“Well, you’ve got some catching u
p to do,” Mark teased.
Grinning, Audrey hoisted her glass, took a gulp.
“That a girl,” Mark said.
“Like a pro.”
The men chuckled. Mark ordered a beer. He took a seat on Audrey’s right. “So, you putting moves on Audrey?” he asked.
“Oh, but if I could. The girl no longer succumbs to my charm.”
“Smart girl.”
“Ah, but you, my dear friend, still have the magic touch.”
“You are drunk, old man.”
“As soon will you be.”
“You two are a hoot,” Audrey commented.
“We simply know how to have fun.”
“It is easy in the company of a young woman.”
“So, did you check out that property we were discussing last week?” Mark asked Jefferson.
“Yes, yes. I was meaning to discuss that with you.”
“What did you think?”
“It’s definitely doable. There are some papers I would like to show you later—don’t let me forget.”
“I won’t.”
“Anyhow, I think …”
Audrey ignored their banter, instead working on her drink. The pair briefly discussed business while a comforting warmth spread throughout her body. Before she could finish the drink, the bartender took it upon himself to mix her another. She didn’t plan to finish it—she didn’t need that much alcohol. However, she did taste it after polishing off the first.
“Enough about business,” Jefferson said. “There will be plenty of time to discuss that later.”
“Okay,” Mark agreed. “Who’s hungry?”
“Audrey here has already eaten.” Jefferson’s hand found her back. “I say we jump to dessert.”
“Fine by me.” Mark lifted his beer bottle to finish it.
“No, thank you. I’m full. Maybe later.”
Jefferson chuckled. “No, no. I didn’t mean that kind of dessert. I had something else in mind.”
His hand on her back began to caress in slow circles. Audrey leaned away from him.
“Now, young lady, you are so lovely, so delicate, I can barely resist partaking of you.”
Audrey’s eyes shot to Mark.
“You are hard to resist,” Mark agreed.
“Last week was nice, but now I want more.”
“I don’t know what you are talking about,” Audrey lied.
“It’s okay,” Mark said. “I already know.”
Jefferson leaned closer. “I’m dying for us to have a little fun.”
“I-I don’t know.”
“It will be just like the Playboy Mansion,” Jefferson half-joked. “With you as the Playmate.”
“But I’m with Mark.”
“Mark won’t mind, will you?”
“Jefferson told me how you sucked him off last week. Just thinking about it is making me hard. I want to watch you please him.”
“See, Mark is fine with it. He wants to watch you work. I’m sure he would like to see more than just that, wouldn’t you, Mark?”
“Oh yes.”
Audrey’s mind swam. They were bartering over her. How taboo. Like the drink spreading through her body, her emotions were mixed.
Finally Jefferson stated: “I wouldn’t want to have to revoke membership.”
“Could he really do that?”
“Oh yes. He certainly could,” Mark said.
“Come now. We are all consenting adults here, right?”
“Yes …”
“You have already pleased Jefferson. Myself, as well.”
“Don’t let this opportunity pass you by.”
Jefferson’s hand continued to massage her back. Mark brushed her hair back away from an ear. He breathed into it, whispering, “I want to watch you down on your knees. I want to watch you fuck. And then I want to fuck you, too.”
The men … their touch … the thought … Mark’s breath … Audrey squirmed. She wanted to please Mark—she didn’t want to lose him. What would happen if her membership was revoked? But to have sex with Jefferson? While Mark watched? And then do him too? It all seemed too much.
“No, I can’t.”
“Why not?” they asked.
“Because, it’s, you know, that time.”
They paused a second.
“Then it’s no big deal, right?” Jefferson said, reaching for his drink.
“Nothing new between you two,” Mark agreed. “You haven’t even done that to me yet, Audrey.”
No, she hadn’t.
“Let’s get a room,” Mark suggested.
Audrey didn’t want to let Mark down. Somehow it all suddenly felt deflated. Except all the talk had affected her body. She thought she could feel her tampon swelling inside her from all the juices flowing. Before she could further contemplate the situation, Mark took her hand and whisked her from the bar. They led her out of the dining area, down the hall, into a room.
The room looked a lot like the room Mark had taken her to before, only much smaller. Mark fondled a breast, nibbled an ear. “I wanna watch,” he reminded her.
Audrey, still unsure but beginning to feel empowered, slowly sank to her knees. She looked from Mark to Jefferson. They gazed down at her with great admiration. So, she reached out to find the bulge within Jefferson’s robe. It was stiffening but not quite hard. She rubbed it, squeezed it. It grew harder by the second.
In response, Jefferson untied the belt and parted his robe. The thin fabric of the slacks protruded grandly at the bulge. Audrey leaned forward to nibble at the outline of it.
“That’s it. Let it free,” Jefferson urged.
Audrey hesitated only a moment, remembering she was doing this because Mark had asked her to. She tugged down on the silk fabric. The elastic around his waist stretched as the garment came down. He wore silk boxers, so she pulled them down too, freeing his rigid penis.
If Mark wanted her to do this then she planned to do it right. She began to nibble and tease, lick and please. Her lips kissed the tip. Her tongue slicked the shaft. Her fingertips tickled his scrotum. When his moans became loud Audrey accepted him past her lips. At first she sucked the head, and then down the shaft. Once she had thoroughly wet its length, she accepted him whole. She held it deep and glanced over at Mark. He was readjusting himself.
Audrey started bobbing her head, taking Jefferson in, letting him out again. As she did so she reached between her legs to touch herself. She felt so naughty, so exhilarated! She planned to get off in the process. The sound of Mark unbuckling his belt and unzipping his fly only thrilled her more.
She increased her tempo. Saliva started running down the shaft, over her hand, and dripping to the floor.
Something thick slapped her on the cheek. Mark’s flaccid cock. He offered it to her, dangling it before her mouth. She hungrily wrapped her lips around it. Before long she had it rock-hard. She gave it as much, if not more, attention than she had Jefferson.
She alternated sucking one cock, then the other, all the while stroking the slick shafts. The men smiled down at her, their eyes shining like spotlights. She performed, as if on stage, soaking up the admiration they gave. Jefferson moaned loudly. Mark held back her hair, thrusting in quick, deep. His cock stretched her lips wide, nudged the back of her throat, causing her to gag several times.
Audrey sucked until her panties were as wet as the spit-soaked carpet at her knees. She re-doubled her effort when Jefferson’s moans became urgent. His back arched slightly, and her lips sealed around the tip. She felt his penis throbbing in her hand as he pumped a load into her mouth. Several long strokes milked it dry.
“Oh yes. That’s it,” he said.
“Oh god, I’m gonna blow,” Mark said, quickly stepping up to replace Jefferson. He pressed the tip of his dick to Audrey’s lips. Her hand slipped down between her legs. She rubbed, threatening to rip free an orgasm of her own.
“Holy fuck.”
Audrey felt the depth of jism in her mouth increase, threatening to spill over pas
t her lips.
An incredible naughtiness befell Audrey. She had never felt so sexual, so alive. So dirty. What a wonderful feeling! A wave of ecstasy tore through her body.
“I’d say she’s earned full guest membership, wouldn’t you say?”
“And then some,” Mark agreed. The men laughed.
Audrey, mouth full, began gesturing with her hands. She needed something to spit in. It did seem sort of funny, such a precarious situation kneeling there with a mouthful of come. She needed a drink glass or something immediately. Suddenly laughter tried to break free. The thick goo gurgled. A small string escaped her lips, ran down her chin.
Jefferson laughed. Mark, chuckling too, glanced around, shrugged, said, “Just swallow it and be done with it.”
Forced with no other alternative, Audrey swallowed it down in one big gulp.
“Good job,” he chided.
Audrey gagged, coughed, grimaced. The men laughed harder. She licked her lips clean, swallowed again, said, “Did I do good?”
“Wonderful.”
“Simply marvelous.”
“Ugh. I need a drink.”
“There is plenty at the bar,” Jefferson said.
“Before I forget,” Mark started, “you were going to show me some papers.” To Audrey, Mark said, “You don’t mind, do you? We really have some business to finish up. Property rights.” He shrugged.
“Okay. No problem. Just point me toward the restroom. I’d really like to freshen up, and then get a drink.”
“Sure. I’ll show you the way. We really need to get this business wrapped up. How about I call you tomorrow.”
“Okay. I should get some rest, anyway. I’m sure it will be another hellacious day.”
“Follow me.”
Mark showed her to a door marked Guests near the dining room. The men continued down the hall toward the conference room. Audrey pushed past the door into a restroom. The restroom, clean and vacant, was unisex. It contained three stalls and one urinal, and possessed one very unusual feature, a shower area: a small tiled room with three shower heads, one protruding from each wall.
Audrey went straight to the mirror behind the double sinks. She fluffed her hair, inspected herself for dribbles and splatters. She took a paper towel to dab dry her chin. With another she washed it to make sure no residue remained. Then she spat into the sink; their taste coated her tongue.
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