Rachel let him move in and kiss her, and she had to admit that he wasn't half-bad as he moved his mouth over hers. But she let her eyes flutter open so that she could scan the room: a leather settee-type thing in the corner, its intended use obvious. A large vase of scraggly, decorative flowers on the floor – strange, as though anyone needed decor in this room.
Josh could hide under the settee, she was sure. She closed her eyes, just as Arthur began to push himself against her with more fervor.
She pulled back, and gave him a smile. “I need to go pee,” she said, treating him to a light giggle.
Arthur did not try to hide his annoyance much. “Yeah. Okay...bathroom at the end of the hall.”
Rachel moved sexily and slowly out of the room, and then she picked up the pace in the hallway. There were two bathrooms at the end of the hall, and Rachel felt a small flutter of panic at the thought of having to look through them both. They were, curiously, marked for women and men.
Rachel frowned, but decided “Ladies” was her best choice for “the bathroom,” where her secret message would hopefully be.
The bathroom was also bathed in red light, and there were three stalls and a messy sink. A dispenser for condoms and what appeared to be sex toys was spilling its wares onto the floor. She spun around and looked at the sink. A metal paper towel holder was nearly falling off the counter, and Rachel picked it up gingerly, afraid that something might have gotten lost. But sure enough, there was a scrap of paper beneath it. She snatched it and went into a stall. The lock didn't work, so she sat on the toilet with one hand braced against the door and read the note.
Write room number here and leave under basket. 10 mins.
Rachel looked around.
Fuck, she didn't have her purse or anything to write with.
She thought quickly. She drew her finger over her blood-red lipstick and used it to write a faint six on the paper. She set it under the basket, and then had a thought that made her spin around and fish it out. She wiped off some of her eyeshadow to underline the six so that it wouldn't be confused with nine.
She hoped it would be enough.
She looked at herself in the mirror. She knew she should feel worse about what she was about to do, but the main feeling that quivered inside of her was excitement. Josh, hiding under the settee, watching it all, watching as she fucked her boss for money and for blackmail.
She walked back to the room and opened the door gingerly after knocking on it.
Crystal had come into the room while she was gone, and she was sitting on Arthur's lap, her hands over his shoulders, laughing sexily at everything he said. She had her same incredibly high black shoes on, the long spikes of her heels bouncing playfully in the air. She had donned a very tiny mesh skirt over her red panties, and a mesh “bra” that covered nothing, but somehow made her caramel nipples impossible to stop looking at through the material.
“Here she is,” Crystal said, as Rachel came through the door. “Let the fun begin, then. So what were you two looking for, hmm?” She tapped her finger, with a long red fingernail, on Arthur's open mouth. He took it in his mouth and sucked on it, and Crystal smiled appreciatively.
Rachel gave a glance at the door. For extra assurance, she wanted to make sure that she caught as much of Arthur's misbehavior on video as possible. She needed to buy a little time before the real fireworks began.
“I was...hoping you could do a dance,” Rachel said, and she felt like she sounded a little lame. Things were already heated up well beyond that, and Crystal had just come from dancing.
The disappointment was evident on Arthur's face.
“It turns me on,” Rachel purred, amping up her sexiness factor. To her delight, it seemed to work on Arthur. Crystal shrugged and crossed the room to a stereo, where she shuffled through some CDs. “I like something slow,” she said, without turning around.
Rachel took Crystal's place on Arthur's lap. She could feel his cock on her ass, hard and probing. She gave him a wriggle to keep him happy, and he slid his hands over her body and squeezed her chest.
Crystal looked at her when she turned around. A slow-moving R&B track began. “You a dancer?” she asked Rachel.
Rachel shook her head.
Crystal seemed to not care at all about the answer, as if she had never asked the question. She hopped onto the bar in one neat motion, and backed up against the pole. She dove right into lewd dancing, sliding up and down the pole, spreading her legs wide at the bottom so that Arthur, and Rachel, had an unobstructed view of the very tiny patch of material that covered her obviously shaved snatch, nestled between her sculpted legs.
She did this for a while, and on the fifth lunge down, she slid her right fingers over her thigh and pulled at the material of her “underwear,” so that she exposed her gash to the two of them. Rachel stared. She had never really looked at another woman's pussy like this. She could see that Crystal was already getting wet with excitement, and she caught a whiff of her smell just before she snapped the panties closed again.
She spun around a little on the pole, and then she slid down to the floor, opening her legs wider and wider until she was doing the splits right in front of them, her back leaning up against the pole. She swung her pink tongue out over her lips, and then dropped her hands to play with her own tits, kneading them in her hands. Rachel stared.
Crystal slipped the mess bra off with a practiced movement, and her huge breasts sprung loose. She was still swaying slightly with the music, but now she was clearly moving beyond dancing.
Arthur was running his hands up and down Rachel's body as he stared over her shoulder. His breath was hot on her neck and kept getting faster. Under her ass, she could feel his cock twitching. Crystal squeezed her nipples and leaned forward, then swung her legs up so she could grab her heels. In a feat of incredible skill and strength, she swept herself upward in a roll, with complete ease, so that she rose back up and onto her knees without ever letting go of her heels. Her breasts swung close to Rachel's face, so close she could feel a light breeze and smell Crystal's skin as she did.
Rachel had almost forgotten to keep her eye on the door. She glanced quickly at it, and wondered if ten minutes were close to going by, or not at all. Crystal was still holding onto her heels, and swooping toward them, swinging her breasts in their face.
Arthur's hands were becoming more insistent. “So?” he breathed in her ear. “What now, Rachel?”
“I want to watch,” Rachel breathed. It surprised her as the words left her mouth, because she realized that they sounded convincing. Because it was true. She really wanted to watch whatever Crystal was going to do. Something told her it was going to be extraordinary. Something beyond anything Rachel herself had done, even as experimental as she had become lately.
In the corner of her eye, she saw the handle of the door turning. Her heart beat a few times and the room seemed to move in slow motion: thunk, thunk. Then she had an idea.
“I want her to suck your cock,” she said. She slid off of Arthur's lap and propped herself up on the booth, leaning her elbows on the stage. “Can you do that? I want to watch her suck your cock.”
Crystal, who was obviously a professional, gave a smile, and used one long finger to indicate to Arthur that he should rise up onto his knees on the booth. Rachel fell backward into the curve of the booth, both to get a better view, and to have her eye on the door.
Arthur unbuckled himself and his cock sprang loose. He looked over at Rachel, who made sure to have her eyes appreciatively on his cock. Following Crystal's lead, she ran her tongue over her lip seductively. She was, in fact, looking past Arthur's cock to the door, which she could see was opening bit by bit.
She looked at Crystal. Crystal slid down in a snake-like move, running her hands over her thighs and then swooping across the floor and arching up on her belly to where Arthur's cock was waiting for her mouth.
She started in by licking his balls, and he groaned and closed his eyes. Rachel watched as Cr
ystal pulled Arthur's hairy sack entirely into her mouth. Her cheeks puffed out, and her jaw moved up and down as she massaged him inside her mouth. His hard cock twitched wildly over her upturned face.
Then she stretched out and arched up more, and caught her legs again by her heels. As though the move had been orchestrated many times, Arthur guided his cock to her mouth, and placed his other hand on the back of her head.
It was perfect timing for the door. Beyond the lewd scene in front of her, Rachel saw the door open and close, and a figure crawl along the floor toward the settee. When he was safely stowed, Rachel let her eyes go back to the very lewd scene in front of her.
So that was it. They were set. Now she just needed to make this a great performance, one that would make Arthur give everybody everything they wanted.
Arthur's cock was fat and stretched Crystal's small mouth open wide. He was holding her head and moving his hips back and forth to fuck her in the mouth. With every thrust his cock became more and more wet with an increasingly opaque spit, and the sounds coming from Crystal's mouth became stickier and nastier. Arthur was winding her hair up in his hands more tightly, and fucking her face harder, as his own orgasm wound up inside of him. All along Crystal held the heels of her shoes above her back, letting herself be used like a fuck toy with an incredible professionalism. Rachel's eyes flitted to the mirror behind her. The view of Crystal's ass and her twisted legs was even more submissive-looking from there: her head bobbed over Arthur's cock, and his face screwed up as he pounded himself into her.
Rachel felt herself aching with excitement in spite of herself. The scene was amping her up, and now she wanted to feel someone pounding her.
Arthur slowed his assault on Crystal until he paused with his cock in her mouth, and sucked in a deep breath. Rachel could see he didn't want to come just yet.
She took advantage of the opportunity. She needed to make this good. She wanted to make this good. She crawled up onto the stage and twisted herself around so that she was under Arthur's cock. She could see Crystal’s mouth wrapped around his dick, the underside of it with its thick vein. Rachel lapped at his balls, swirling her tongue playfully around on his ball sack. She had her hand on his thigh to steady herself and felt him shudder. Crystal’s mouth began to move, and Rachel watched her start to suck on his cock again. Rachel slid her teeth lightly over themselves, with a scrap of Arthur’s skin between them.
Arthur pulled his cock from Crystal’s mouth and away from Rachel with a yell. He panted as the two of them laughed and Crystal bent down to kiss Rachel on the mouth. “Now what?” Rachel said playfully. She rose up onto her knees and pulled at her tight skirt from the bottom hem. The material rolled up over her body, exposing her inch by inch. When she tossed the dress free, on the floor, she took in her image in the many mirrors.
Her ass looked as great as Crystal's in the black thong she had worn. She appraised the tight swells of asscheeks, with the wedge of black cutting through them. Her breasts were smaller than the magnificent stripper next to her, but they were high and firm, and the black bra that suspended them in lace gave them a perfect shape. With her black wig she looked like another woman, and inside she felt that way, too.
She spun around and turned her ass toward Arthur. She flipped her hair over her shoulder and winked at him. “Well. That's what you've been after, isn't it?” She slid her hand down her back and under the lace of her panties, running her fingers up and down the thong and pulling it up at the same time so that he could see her asshole and her clit. She gave him a few long looks, and then she reached up with her hand and placed her fingers in Crystal's mouth. Crystal went along with it, and sucked on them. Rachel slid them back to her own ass, and slid her index finger inside of her ass.
The sensation sent a pang of remembered ecstasy through her, and she felt the familiar craving for Xavier's thick cock inside of her, stretching her open and filling her up.
Later.
She slid her finger in and out of her ass, enjoying the expression on Arthur's face. He, too, could not believe that his was the same Rachel Elliot his beloved station put on the five o'clock news. And she loved it. She loved that she was being so twisted. She extended her fingers and plunged her middle finger into her cunt. She could see herself in one of the mirrors and she looked spectacular: spectacularly slutty, like a porn star. She dropped her lower back to arch herself up more, give the scene even better aesthetic quality. Arthur sucked in his breath.
He reached out impatiently for her hand, and pulled her fingers from inside her. He pulled her panties down to her knees.
“Fuck me in the ass,” Rachel found herself saying. “Get your cock nice and wet first, and then fuck me in the ass.” Then she had a naughty idea. “And I want you,” she said to Crystal, “to make me come.”
She felt Arthur's cock, unhesitating, slide inside of her. She was already wildly wet, so his thick cock slid in easily. He was thick but not as satisfying as Xavier's long cock. Still, Rachel felt some quenching of her desire, if only for a moment, as she ground against him.
Then she reached behind him and grasped his cock with her hand as he pulled out to thrust in again. She pulled backward and guided the tip of him to her ass. He looked up, meeting her gaze in the mirror. She gave him a wink.
He shook his head, as if to say he was surprised that she was such a dirty girl, but he didn't wait to give her a chance to back out: she felt the fat end of his cock against her ass.
Rachel tossed her hair again, and looked toward the settee. She could see figure there, but he was well-hidden if you weren't looking for him. She hoped the coverage was good, especially of this scene. A shiver went through her as she imagined watching herself, watching this performance.
And then Arthur pushed forward, and she yelped as his cock barreled inside of her ass. There was a moment of pain, and she opened her mouth wide, before she got control of herself and relaxed.
Crystal seemed impressed. She was playing with her tits for Arthur's titillation, waiting for his cock to go in Rachel's ass so she could begin her own role. “She's done this before,” she commented, with a smile, and then slid down on the stage and rolled over. Rachel saw that she had her hand on her own clit and was sliding her finger up and down in the gushing juices of her pussy.
Then she felt Crystal's tongue on her own clit. She sucked in her breath and closed her eyes. Crystal's fingers pried open her lips, and then Rachel jerked as she lapped at her clit in the center. “Oh god,” she said.
Arthur began to fuck her earnest now, and Crystal played with Rachel's clit, getting her closer to coming with every lap. Then her tongue disappeared, and Rachel could tell by the shudder through Arthur and the pause in his thrusts that Crystal was sliding her wet tongue all over his sack again. Then she came back to Rachel, and her two poofy lips closed around Rachel's entire clit, soaking her in warmth. She squeezed Rachel's clit between her lips until Rachel felt her orgasm explode from deep inside of her.
Her ass clenched and unclenched around Arthur's cock, sending waves of pain and relief through her with the waves of her orgasm. She screamed. Arthur grabbed her hips, and Crystal unrelentingly continued to suck on her clit, until it was almost too much to bear. Rachel could feel her whole body spasming and wildly out of control as she was racked by the most intense orgasm she had ever felt.
Then she felt Arthur pumping her violently, but he pulled his cock from inside her suddenly. Rachel dropped her chest to the stage, panting, and watched as Arthur pulled Crystal by her hair to turn her around and get her mouth over his dirty cock, just in time to come in her throat.
He yelled as he did, and Rachel remained as she was, her ass in the air and gaping for the camera, as Crystal slurped up the last of Arthur's cum. The scene was obscene. Wildly obscene.
Arthur collapsed onto the booth.
Crystal wiped her mouth and spun around, picking up her bra in one motion. She slid it on and adjusted her soaked panties and skirt. “Gotta run,” she said, a
s though she had come for lunch. “Toodles, Arthur,” she said. And then, with the extreme discretion that made Shangri-La the place it was, she smiled at Rachel and said nothing more, trouncing out of the room.
Rachel was still panting against the stage, but now she rose up on her knees and slid her panties up her legs. The fabric rubbed against her sore ass. She spun around and planted herself on the side of the booth, blocking Arthur's view of the door. She hoped it would give Josh enough time to creep out, and that he would take the hint and do so. She grabbed her dress and slid it over her head, taking her time, praying that Arthur was as dazed as he looked and wouldn't catch sight of the door opening and closing.
She gave a shake of her head. “Well,” she said. “I can assume we're paid up now. I want the video back tomorrow. Every copy.”
She tipped her head to watch Arthur's face. What would he do, she wondered? Did he really think that she would have been so stupid as to not make sure that he gave her at least one copy before she pulled this stunt?
Maybe he did. He seemed to think she was an idiot.
She watched a mean, smug grin turn up on his lips. “Certainly, Rachel. Certainly. Come to my office tomorrow.”
Rachel smiled. “Oh, I will.”
She could see that Arthur would spend the rest of the night feeling smug, enjoying the fact that he had pulled one over on her. She wondered what he planned to say to her tomorrow, and she relished the fact that he would never get to say it.
She opened the door and peeked into the hallway.
A girl with long brown hair passed her and caught her eye. She held up her hand with four fingers raised.
Rachel smiled and walked to Room 4. She knocked on the door and waited.
F INALE
Rachel gave Josh a sultry grin as he opened the door.
He was high as a kite, and his cock was pounding with excitement. His heart was fluttering unsteadily. He pulled Rachel into the room, grabbed her face, and kissed her passionately. He knew she could feel his cock against her thigh, and he was thrilled when she moved her hand down to rub him along his inner thigh with a complicit grin.
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