Substitute

by Rey, Isobel

  In the bedroom the girl waited. Iorizzo was holding a glass of champagne to her lips; bubbles and liquid were spilling from the side of her mouth as she tried to drink from the cup on all fours.

  Everyone laughed and she threw back her head, her long, bottle blonde hair falling down her back. Alexia saw the girl’s breasts jiggle as she tossed her hair, and she felt a tug in her own nipples, trussed up in a bra, now wanting to be free.

  The spectators on the couch started chanting. ‘Spit roast! Spit roast! Spit roast!’

  Alexia felt a squirt of wetness hit her panties. She realised to her surprise that she wanted to see it as much as the gallery did.

  She felt Tony’s hands on her hips, but didn’t protest, didn’t move. He held her firmly from behind and pressed himself against her back, his erection rubbing her bottom.

  His voice was low. ‘I told you you’d want to see it. Her name’s Tanya, she loves to get fucked hard.’

  Just hearing the word “fucked” whispered into her ear made her want to grab her own pussy.

  In the bedroom, Tanya was writhing, waiting for the two stiff cocks to find their way home.

  Iorizzo was first. He moved up the bed, the tip of him a millimetre from her mouth. He was Southern Italian and was deeply tanned, as was Lopez. The little pale blonde in the middle looked like a virgin sacrifice to the god of sex, and he was hungry.

  She opened her lips and pulled in Iorizzo’s cock. He held up his arms, champagne glass in hand, as if he’d just scored a goal and everyone cheered. As Tanya started to devour him, Lopez was watching her rhythm, waiting to plunge at the right moment, when the movement was right.

  Alexia thought it looked like those playground group skipping games where the enormous rope circles through the air and hits the ground, over and over, round and round, and you wait for your chance to jump in.

  Lopez saw his chance as Tanya was about to move forward down Iorizzo’s considerable length, he plunged into her cunt, sending her mouth forward onto Iorizzo.

  More cheers.

  Tony was also busy, but Alexia was transfixed and hadn’t registered what he was doing. His hand had found its way inside her blouse and he was peeling back one lacy cup of her bra.

  Then the weight of him pressed her forward and she slapped a hand against the glass to steady herself as she watched the trio fucking.

  Now she felt him. Tony wound his fingers in and grazed them over her straining nipple. It was hard, and the feel of his hands sent a strong shudder through her abdomen right down to her clit.

  The trio were in a good rhythm now. Tanya looked like she was suspended by the two hard penises, their dark lengths plunging in and out of her pink lips above and below.

  The erotic ballet continued as they all moved in perfect synchrony, like a melting flow of flesh and juices, driven from either end by strong, fit buttocks, piston engines, trained to perfection on the football field.

  Tony’s fingers worked Alexia’s nipple, teasing and pinching. She felt her breasts swell, heaving up to meet his hand. She hated him, she loathed him now, but this felt so good she couldn’t stop him.

  He moved his other hand to find the breast still tucked in her bra and freed it to enjoy the same attention as the other.

  Alexia had both hands against the glass now, her chest completely open and free for Tony to play with and punish. It was a strange sensation, seemingly to be so completely visible to the group in the bedroom, to be right in front of the glass, and yet completely unknown to them. It was thrilling. Watching but unwatched. Present but removed.

  Tony pushed her forward until her breasts touched the window. The shiver of the cold glass sent another wet surge through her cunt.

  She was hard against the window and yet she was still invisible.

  She watched the men’s backsides as they moved back and forth, pushing and plunging into Tanya, who was struggling now to concentrate on the dick in her mouth.

  Alexia was struggling too. She sensed the imminence of Tanya’s orgasm and she wanted her own, but Tony’s attention stayed on his erection as he rubbed it against Alexia’s bottom, pressing her against the window.

  He was getting his kicks from making her watch.

  Lopez had grabbed Tanya’s long hair, like a cowboy tugging the mane of a skittish horse. He pulled her head back slightly, making her teeth rake Iorizzo’s cock. The Italian grunted and bared his own white teeth, gritted with the pleasure/pain. He put his hands on either side of her head and pushed his cock forward.

  Alexia couldn’t believe how the girl managed not to choke.

  ‘Oh she’s good,’ purred Tony in her ear. ‘A real sword swallower.’

  Tanya took Iorizzo so deep into her mouth he shut his eyes tight, his hands clamped to either side of her head as they moved. Then his chest heaved, he gave a deep, guttural, animal grunt, and came in her mouth. He thrust twice then pulled out suddenly, grabbing himself to spray his come all over her face.

  The crowd cheered and Iorizzo put up his hand in his goal-scoring salute again as his cock showered her with the white, dribbling liquid.

  And then she came. It sounded almost theatrical, but Alexia couldn’t imagine the amount of pleasure two men could give. Iorizzo moved to the side to let her have her moment and Lopez gave one huge thrust to push every contraction out of her. Tanya’s mouth dropped open as a porn-queen scream filled the air. Then Lopez dropped her hips and she collapsed on the bed. Fucked. Really, really fucked, thought Alexia.

  Her own need gnawed fiercely at her now. She watched Tanya’s panting afterglow with envy as the two men wiped their dicks. Slowly, the girl climbed off the bed, smiling and wiping her mouth as she joined the others. Iorizzo followed her and sat on the chaise longue as Carsten got up to replace Lopez, who’d moved himself onto the bed where Iorizzo had been.

  Tony growled low in Alexia’s ear, ‘Turn and turn about.’

  ‘Who’s next?’ said Lopez. The chaise longue was in front of the secret window and as he faced it, asking for a volunteer, Alexia felt as if he had looked straight at her. Her stomach jolted and her pussy squirted again. She was soaking, wet through to the tops of her thighs.

  ‘Fancy it?’ said Tony. His hands had crept up to her breasts again and he held them trapped, palms covering each one completely. She could feel her own heavy breathing against his hands as her rib cage rose and fell.

  For a fleeting moment, she imagined herself accepting Lopez’s invitation; the glass melting between them; being in that room, naked, and climbing onto the bed; placing her knees apart to leave her cunt yawning open for Carsten … Blond, Germanic, and square-jawed Carsten. He had cold features and a ruthless expression. His cock seemed even harder than the others; he’d been drinking less and he was primed to go.

  She felt herself falling against the glass and imagined herself tumbling into the room. But the fantasy was short-lived, as a brunette climbed off the sofa and onto the bed. She was curvaceous and a little chubby, but she had large breasts that Lopez eyed appreciatively.

  ‘Yvette,’ explained Tony, his hands now sliding down Alexia’s body.

  Yvette was quickly followed by a boyish looking girl with pixie cut hair and small, high breasts that stuck out.

  ‘And Paula. Small tits, but she fucks like a minx,’ said Tony. Alexia had the feeling Tony knew from experience how she fucked, but she didn’t care. She wanted to see more.

  The boys may have planned another spit roast, but it seemed the girls had a better idea.

  Yvette said, ‘How about a race?’

  They all cheered again. Lopez got off the bed and stood next to Carsten. The girls knelt in front of them.

  Yvette explained the rules. ‘First one to come buys Jimmy Choos for all of us!’

  The girls hooted their appreciation.

  Iorizzo took on the role of starter.

  ‘On your marks … Get set … Suck!’

  The girls greedily grabbed the two men and pushed their lips around them.

>   Alexia was rocking now and Tony was holding her.

  ‘Do you want it? Do you want it too?’ he purred in her ear.

  She was moaning. She watched the girls as their heads bobbed, sucking and licking, as their hands searched for the men’s dark holes, to push one little finger in and press the accelerator inside, to win the race.

  ‘Do you want it? repeated Tony, his hand moving down and pressing through her skirt onto her pussy.

  She gasped.

  ‘Don’t worry, Alexia, you’ll be in even better shape for tomorrow if you get off tonight.’

  Tony wheeled her round, but his mention of tomorrow had broken her reverie. Images of Nathan flashed before her. She stared at Tony, his eyes heavy with knowing. He knew he had her, knew she needed it. But now Nathan was in her head and he would not leave.

  ‘No!’ she moaned and pushed him away. ‘No!’

  ‘Oh for fuck’s sake …’ Tony’s composure snapped.

  She rushed for the door and ran out, grabbing her blouse buttons as she went. Tony dashed after her as Iorizzo emerged still naked, looking for more champagne. He saw them and Alexia froze.

  ‘Hey Tony, you frighten your little friend away.’ His Italian accent was thick and seductive. He addressed Alexia, ‘Don’t worry, pretty lady, if Tony is no good for you, give me few minutes –’ he cupped his semi-erect cock ‘– and I can run you to the touchline too, eh?’

  He laughed, gave his hips a little thrust towards her to show he meant business, and went back to the party. Tony grabbed her arm, but she pulled it free and finished doing up her blouse.

  ‘Leave me alone!’ She frantically grabbed the door handle, but he stopped her before she could turn it.

  ‘Why are you running? You know you want to.’ His face was inches from hers. He pressed himself against her and she felt his hardness again, right against her clit, right against the place that need urgent attention.’

  She was breathing hard. He took her silence as permission, moving in for the kiss. His tongue was warm and demanding, as hard and insistent as all the erections she’d been watching. He wrapped his arms around her, grabbed both arse cheeks in his hands, and dug his fingers in hard as he pulled her pelvis against his own in one sharp tug.

  Alexia gasped. The strength of his hands, the pain of his pressing fingers, was exquisite and the fire in his tongue was more than she could bear.

  But Nathan, what about Nathan? She knew she had to break free of Tony. She had to clear her head. She wanted him, yes, but not because of who he was but because of where she was. She had witnessed an orgy and he was the man who had stood behind her, kneading her breasts, urging her to watch, urging her to feel her own wants.

  But Nathan. Oh God, Nathan. She pushed Tony away and ran out of the door, just as Nathan was walking into his own suite. Tony dashed out after Alexia to find the two frozen in the corridor.

  Nathan looked at the wide-eyed Alexia and at Tony, hot on her heels. He was clearly trying to work out what the tableau meant, but he was uncertain. The three stood there for what seemed like a heart-stopping eternity. Then Nathan went into this suite and closed the door.

  Alexia gasped and ran down the corridor, leaving Tony far behind. Her mind was reeling; tears pricked behind her eyes. Where was she going? She had to cross reception to get to her room.

  She dashed through, hoping no one would see her, but as she passed the archway into the bar she saw that Sonia was still there, scrolling through emails on her phone, nursing the last few drops of her drink.

  Sonia looked up and caught sight of Alexia. Her expression changed. ‘What’s wrong?’ she mouthed.

  The bar was almost empty, so Alexia scurried in and threw herself back on the bar stool she’d vacated earlier.

  ‘God, what’s happened? Alexia?’

  Sonia turned to the barman and motioned with her hands that he should bring another round.

  ‘Are you OK? What’s happened?

  Alexia relayed the events that had brought her here. She expected Sonia to look shocked, but she didn’t. She just smiled a cynical, knowing smile.

  ‘I thought you knew what a spit roast was? Oh God, I’m so sorry. You really are new to all this, aren’t you?’

  Alexia nodded.

  ‘Oh dear. Tony obviously knows that, so he tried to take advantage.’

  Alexia did not divulge how turned on she’d been – she left that bit out – or how she’d first met Tony. She just told her what she’d witnessed and how Tony had chased her out – and, worst of all, how she’d run into Nathan.

  She almost wailed his name as Sonia put a fresh drink in her hand.

  ‘Big gulp, throw it back, it helps with shock. Come on …’

  She held Alexia’s hands around the glass and motioned for her to throw back a shot. Alexia obeyed, coughing as the alcohol hit her throat. But Sonia was right: it jolted her, like slapping a hysterical person. It stopped her wanting to cry.

  Sonia looked at her. ‘Well, Tony is a real player and you’re a challenge now. Ignore the footballers. They’re just little boys, you don’t have to be alone with them again. You’re now a few hours older and a whole lot wiser than you were earlier this evening.’

  Alexia smiled weakly. ‘Yeah. I’ve obviously got a lot to learn.’

  Sonia returned her smile. She was in her late 40s and had been around the block. She liked Alexia. Her voice was low and motherly.

  ‘You really like Nathan, don’t you? Not the way everyone else does, not just lust. You really like him.’

  The honesty of the question surprised Alexia, but she was feeling too vulnerable to pretend. She nodded her head. ‘He kissed me.’

  Sonia was surprised. Alexia told her what had passed between them in his office and how he vowed it would not happen again. Sonia was silent. She sat pensive, as Alexia sipped the rest of her drink.

  ‘Look, I know a bit about him. It’s not common knowledge, so keep it to yourself. One of his old army friends is a close friend of mine, and Nathan and I know each other socially, a little. They were in the same regiment in Iraq, the Blues and Royals. Nathan got shot – not life threatening, but bad enough to put him in hospital for weeks. Something happened, something awful, and he wasn’t the same when he came back. None of them were. I think it happened to a lot of them out there, the things they saw; women and children killed, friends blown up at the side of the road. It can’t be easy to readjust.’

  Alexia was listening intently. Romy had told her Nathan was ex-army. She began to get a glimpse of a very different Nathan. The wounded soldier, the man who could put Carter on the floor with a single blow.

  Sonia continued, ‘He was engaged, but he was difficult to live with when he got back – post-traumatic stress and all that. His girlfriend, she – she didn’t support him like the other wives and girlfriends, she dumped him just when he really needed someone. My friend said it really changed him. He doesn’t trust women any more.’

  ‘I’m not surprised,’ said Alexia.

  ‘A friend of his father’s was a sports agent and offered him a job when he left the army. The guy retired and Nathan ended up taking over the agency. He was so good at it everyone wanted him, so he renamed it after himself. But he’s always been slightly aloof from it all. He loves sport, so he’s in his element there, and the players and stars all love him and the sponsors do too, but he’s never been interested in all the glitzy stuff or the hanky panky that goes with it. I suppose you can see why. Although some men who’ve been what he’s been through would go the other way, sleep with every woman in sight.’

  Alexia didn’t speak; she just looked at Sonia. Nathan was starting to make sense to her now. His cold bearing, his total ease with authority, his bottled-up emotions.

  ‘He made it clear he won’t kiss me again. And, worst of all, he thinks Tony and I …’

  Alexia crumpled. She needed to talk, she needed to empty out all the emotions that had wracked her since joining the agency. She poured out the story of how
her life had brought her to this point, how she’d run from Carter, how he’d turned up at the agency, how she was so confused about who she was and what she wanted. And how it felt utterly wretched to be so badly misunderstood by Nathan. Sonia listened patiently.

  ‘Look,’ she said when Alexia had finished, ‘getting a man like that to trust you, to even see you properly, that takes time. You work for him; just be yourself and let him see who you are. I told you at dinner you aren’t like the others, and he must see that too. He kissed you, so there’s something different going on. He must be attracted to you. OK, so he’s fighting it, or he thinks you’re screwing someone else, but he’ll soon find out it’s not true. Just do your job, and be there for him. Time will take care of the rest.’

  ‘Thank you,’ said Alexia quietly. ‘I wasn’t expecting to find a friend here, you’ve been amazing.’

  Sonia smiled. ‘You remind me of myself at your age.’

  She got off her stool and gave Alexia a hug. It felt so good to Alexia to have human contact that was safe.

  ‘I think you should go to bed, sleep like a baby, and get up tomorrow ready to face whatever the day brings. Nathan is a good man, and if you two are meant to be together then a playboy like Tony won’t get in the way, and if you’re not – well, you’ll have learnt something.’

  The idea that they might not be meant for each other sent a hollow lurch through Alexia’s stomach, but she knew Sonia was right. She thanked her, bid her goodnight. and went to her room.

  The plate at the side of the door said “69”. ‘Oh please!’ said Alexia wearily as she let herself in. She thought of Tony’s bedroom, number 70, just next door. There was a connecting door between the rooms; she hadn’t noticed it earlier. Had he arranged that? She checked the handle. It was locked. She moved a small table in front of it.

  She brushed her teeth and cleansed her face like an automaton, then laid out her clothes for the following day.

  Injured in Iraq. His girlfriend left him. She wanted to know more, she wanted to know Nathan, really know him. But that won’t happen tonight, she thought. Tonight I have to get to sleep somehow and face him tomorrow.