“Gentlemen,” Macey added as Edgar huffed, not really having an answer for that one, “I think this is the kind of internal stuff that would better be handled in private, away from any secret ears that the owner may have lying around.”
She then turned her smarmy smile onto the three men, making them all shudder in revulsion.
Macey was a short woman with almost auburn hair. She was painfully thin and wore enough makeup spackled on her face to repair any cracks in the Hoover Dam. Her nails were long and painted a garish red to match her lips. And, even worse, she was wearing white stockings and black shoes! “I’m sure we are not making a great first impression on our Irish Eyes men.”
“I got a bloody impression,” Blain growled, with his eyes narrowed in frustration.
He didn’t like games, and if his intuition was telling him anything, it was that all the players in this game were playing something hard and fast.
“And what is that, uh, Blain?” Macey smarmed.
“That you are all a bunch of bloody lunatics, that’s what!” He rose to his feet and took up center stage, in front of the desk, and began to pace as if he were a lead singer in a rock band.
And his backup, Raidon and Adan, nodded in agreement.
“Do you think you should be talking to your employers that way?” Edgar began to play gangland enforcer as he leaned on his desk and glared at Blain.
“Do you think you can get away with pumping iron and not washing after, laddy?” Blain retorted. The backup murmurers murmured in agreement.
Macey snorted, highly amused. She’d never really liked Edgar anyway.
“And you, Missy! Who taught you to apply makeup with a trowel?” Blain went on.
James dropped his anger at that one, and exploded into laughter.
Of the three managers in the room, James seemed the least… cutthroat.
He was wearing a dark navy suit with thin, sedate, dark gray pinstripes. His shirt was a lighter blue and he wore it sans tie, exposing the cocoa-brown skin of his well-developed chest.
He was indeed hiding something, but at least Blain sensed no malice or hunger directed toward him and his fellow Angels.
Macey’s eyes narrowed as she glared first at Blain, then at James, a flush of anger filling her face despite at least four layers of pancake makeup.
“I don’t find this funny, not one bit!” Her anger also showed in her lowered tone.
“Neither are white stockings and black patent leather shoes.” Adan really did sound like he was trying to help. “And if you’re going to wear those shoes again, get the heels fixed. Spend Less shoes are really cheap and tacky, but you can hide some of their tastelessness by not wearing clothes that draw attention to them.”
Macey’s mouth flapped open and shut, but no words emerged.
Raidon nodded in agreement. It wasn’t time for his solo.
James laughed harder.
Edgar looked impressed.
“See, James?” he finally managed. “This is what the world wants! Attitude to go along with those good looks! They’re perfect!”
“Well, no,” Adan said as he took in the trio in the office, “but compared to the folks in this room, James excluded, we come pretty damn close.”
Another beat of silence, until James’ laughter filled that one, too.
Needless to say, after that, the meeting deteriorated.
But in the end, James was argued down -- or more accurately laughed his way into losing the debate -- Edgar got to have his three handsome hunks pushing his products, and Macey got an earful of fashion tips she neither wanted nor asked for.
All in all, a very successful day.
Chapter 3
“Here are the names,” Rika mocked his employer as he pounded his keyboard. “Make it happen.”
Sometimes Shelby drove him to distraction.
“And she makes me do it on my private computer time.” He rolled his eyes as if to say he would never understand women.
“You mean your private one-handed dice-shuffle time,” Delsin giggled as he lounged across a couch and regarded his friend.
“Well, my habits are none of your concern, hair-boy,” Rika sniffed. “But they have nothing on this Edgar Rice fellow.”
“Porn?”
“And kink, and fetish, and…” He leaned in close to the screen, disbelief on his face and in his voice as he continued. “And teenaged Russian KGB transsexual BDSM midgets and the goats who gang-bang them.”
Instantly Delsin was on his feet, racing around to the desk where Barika worked.
“You are so lying!” he gasped.
Barika leaned back in his chair and gave his friend a clear view of the monitor.
“… goats who gang-bang them,” he repeated, just as Nalu entered the room, overheard him, and turned and walked right out again.
Both men lifted their heads to watch his retreating back, before they delved back into the screen.
“What else is he into? This is weird, in a freaky pervert kind of way. But more fascinating than Survivor House, you know?”
“Survivor House?”
“The reality program where they build a house of sticks out in the desert at the height of the drought season and put a cannibal, a nun, a vaudum priestess, a pacifist, a ghost hunter, and a kindergarten teacher in the mix.”
“Sounds strange.”
“Yeah, but the really strange part is one of them’s a sociopath,” Delsin gushed. “You have to wait until the end of the dry season to find out who it is.”
“And they vote people off?”
“Well, I don’t know!” Delsin pouted his lips into a cute moue for a second, before he remembered not to crease his face and let the expression drop. “They seem to disappear one at a time, but no one knows if it’s the cannibal, the vaudum priestess, or the kindergarten teacher! I’m betting on the kindergarten teacher. She’s the sociopath.”
“Ah.” That made sense to Rika.
But he turned back to his keyboard and began typing, his fingers flying softly and delicately over the keys.
“How can you do that so quietly?” Delsin asked after a few moments of soft clicks.
“You have to treat a keyboard like a lover,” Rika replied, his voice getting husky as he spoke of one of his favorite topics. “You have to use a soft touch, stroke it gently, never rush it, and caress it like you just bought it lunch at Spago’s and the meal was on the dick side of the menu.”
Delsin nodded in understanding. “You have such beautiful hands… your fingers are thick and blunt, masculine and broad, yet so gentle.” He was awed as he watched his friend’s fingers fly gracefully over the keys. “You are so damn good with your hands, so firm and so tender at the same time.”
He stepped closer as Barika paused for a moment to wink, and then his hands resumed their swift movement over the keys.
“I remember how those hands felt last orgy night,” Delsin whispered. “So hard and firm gripping my hips, pulling me closer to your heat. You have very nice hands, Rika, but not as nice as your stomach.”
“My stomach?” Barika barely paused as he peered over at his friend, but his fingers slowed a bit.
“Yes, your stomach. So hard and firm. It was a pleasure to run my tongue all over it.”
“Glad you think so.” Rika’s fingers were slowing down now as he stared at his longhaired friend and sometimes lover.
“Oh yes, I do! You have a magnificent body. And it must be hard to be so tall and yet maintain such delightful symmetry.” Delsin took a step closer, close enough to feel the heat wafting from Barika’s body.
“Difficult, why?”
“Because that’s a lot of mass to maintain. And I’m not just talking about the mass between your legs.”
“But you like that mass between my legs.”
And Delsin was honest enough to nod in agreement. “Yes, your cock’s so large and thick! You fill me, Rika, like no other. Not even my Jeff Stryker realistic action dildo fills me like you do.�
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“You actually play with that thing?” Barika bit back a chuckle at the earnest look on Delsin’s face.
“Oh yes!” He looked around the room, before leaning low to whisper in Rika’s ear. “One of my favorite fantasies is to oil it up and pretend it’s your hand sliding it into me.”
“Delsin…” Barika was beginning to sweat a bit as that image filled his head -- a spread-out Delsin, lying on that bed of hair like it was a silken sheet, legs spread wide open and arms reaching for him.
Delsin had one of the prettiest cocks out there. For his size, it was massive, reaching just over eleven inches. It was slim and uncut, with a delightful curve that always sent the head reaching for his navel.
Barika could easily remember the last orgy night. After Delsin had bathed his body with his tongue, he looked up over the heaving mass of muscles and anticipation that Barika had become and gestured to his current female friend, Natalie. Then he proceeded to lay her out on her back and eat her as if she were the last meal for a dying man.
She screamed, her green eyes flashing as Delsin parted her slippery folds and latched onto her clit with teasing lips and voracious tongue.
He added two fingers to his foreplay by the time Barika recovered enough to climb onto his knees. Barika began to prepare the quivering Delsin, who was moaning almost as loud as Natalie as he ate her to within an inch of her life.
Delsin’s hole was tight and hot. Barika carefully eased one finger into him, with the help of a lot of lube, and began to stretch him. In response to this new stimulus, Delsin pulled both of Nat’s legs over his shoulders and thrust three fingers into her hungry pussy, as his cock hardened even more and his balls drew up tight.
Rika moaned as he imagined pushing his way into that tight heat, so he quickly added a second and a third finger, stretching out Delsin’s rosebud to relax the muscles and prepare his way to paradise.
Then, not wanting to leave either of his threesome disappointed, he pulled away, ignoring the moan of protest, and positioned his thick, cut, fourteen-inch cock at Delsin’s opening.
A quick tug on his long silky hair made Delsin raise his head enough to listen to Barika’s words.
“You want this?” he asked as Delsin continued to gently pet Nat’s throbbing pussy.
“Gods, yes,” Del breathed, command in his voice. Delsin was descended from the gods themselves. He never begged.
“You want her?” Barika asked, grinning as Delsin thrust his fingers deeply into Natalie, making the young lady scream out his name.
“Yes.” His voice had dropped several octaves in his passion, and his purple eyes glittered dangerously. “Gods, yes!”
“Then take her… as I take you.”
Quickly, Delsin positioned himself between Natalie’s wide-spread thighs, pressing the dripping wet head of his cock against her swollen pussy lips, teasing her a moment by running his shaft along the cleft housing her throbbing clit.
“Del…” she panted, her hands tearing at his shoulders, begging him, her green eyes clouded by passion, her swollen, rose-red nipples hard as bullets.
Then he was slamming into her, forcing her to take his full length.
“Del!” she screamed. Her body arched under him, her head going back to expose the clean lines of her neck, giving both men a feast for their eyes as her café-au-lait skin flushed a deep pink in her excitement.
Almost as quickly, Barika pushed into Delsin, forcing the swollen head past the first muscle ring, then pausing in the tight grip when Delsin’s body tightened in protest around the invader.
But Barika was patient, and Natalie squirming under them both was enough of a distraction to take his mind away from any discomfort Delsin may have felt. Soon he had exhausted the inner ring of muscles and slowly, but with determination, he pushed his way into Del’s body, deep into his soul.
The sound that ripped from Delsin’s throat was almost animal as the unbelievable pleasure of taking and being taken shot through his brain. The force Barika used pushed him deeper into Natalie, who squealed in delight.
Delsin’s dazed, purple eyes slammed shut at the penetration, then opened again and narrowed in on Nat. He observed her for a second, his eyes trained on her face like a hawk surveys his meat, then his head dipped low to take her lips in a commanding kiss, thrusting his tongue deeply inside to tangle with hers.
Barika shifted his hips and pulled back a bit, sliding from side to side, seeking his hot spot, and grinning when he found it. As Barika rubbed over Del’s prostate, Del let out a low growl and broke off from kissing Natalie.
Narrowed purple orbs glared at Barika from beneath a tangle of hair as Del looked over his shoulder at the larger man.
“Move, damn you!” he growled deep in his throat. “Fuck us both! Now, damn you, Barika! Now!”
So he moved, pulling back until only the head of his cock was left inside Delsin before he thrust hard and deep back inside.
His movements pulled Del from Natalie, so when he thrust forward, the force of both men slammed into her, spearing her deeply.
Her cries had drawn the attention of the other temporary lovers in the room, and they had all watched with hot, horny eyes as Barika had strongly fucked them both…
“Your hands are so perfect,” Delsin whispered, drawing Barika back to the present. “The way they move, to spread me for your equally impressive cock, the way they hold all the tempered strength in your body. I love to feel your hands caressing me, Rika. You should know that by now! And the way they slide up and down my cock…”
“Okay! Break it up!” Nalu snapped as he stormed into the room, dragging Shen with him. “See? I told you something was going on with those two! First it was midget goat gang-bangs, and now they are talking about hand jobs!”
“And I wasn’t even invited,” Shen sniffed, looking genuinely hurt. “And you guys know I’m into kinky sex. As long as it doesn’t damage the skin or affect my runway walk,” he added as an afterthought.
But the tears filling his eyes were real enough.
“Oh, baby,” Delsin soothed as he walked around the computer desk and wrapped Shen in a big hug.
“You’re not naked,” Shen said, the clouds leaving his face as he realized this.
“You can’t do midget goat hand job sex with your clothes on.” The scowl left Nalu’s face.
“We were doing research.” Rika turned back to his screen and wiped the drool from his chin. A horny Delsin was hard to ignore.
“That’s what Shelby calls it, when she and Will disappear for a few hours,” Nalu felt required to point out.
“Not that kind of research.” Delsin hugged Shen tighter. “We are spying on one of the ugly heads.”
“Really?” Shen needed a little reassurance.
“Really,” Delsin assured him. “We won’t have kinky sex without you. Have we ever?”
“I did not need to hear that!” Shelby growled from the living room door. “And I don’t need to hear any excuses, explanations, or graphic details! Just tell me you got something good.”
“Well, he really is into the International Male catalogue. That and the BBBW site, Big Booty Black Women.com.”
“That’s not good!” she snapped.
“Works for me!” Rika replied, all seriousness. A chorus of ‘me too’s” sounded, making Shelby count to ten before her face exploded.
“Shen?” she had to ask. “I thought you were into men.”
“I like variety,” he said, and the others nodded as if some sage wisdom had just passed his lips.
“I need good stuff that’s not going to get me an indecent exposure case, a rash, or hairy palms,” she clarified, rolling her eyes.
“Well, besides some of the weirdest and most original porn I have ever seen, and that’s saying something, he likes to lift weights and buys supplements by the pound. He kind of looks like a ‘roid boy, but I have no proof, other than his aggressive looks and his major growth. The photos of him a few months ago show him quite sma
ller.”
“‘Roids?” Shen asked. “I can tell. You have to check his dick.”
“What is it with you and dicks?” Shelby groaned, looking heavenward as if the answers were printed on the ceiling. “And it’s only a rumor that it makes your dick shrink.”
“You are right,” the cock connoisseur said with a sly smile. “It usually gets a bit bigger. But steroids make it so that it won’t get hard, so the extra inch is for naught.”
“Really?” Shelby, Rika, and Delsin asked, disbelief and shock on their faces.
“Really.” Nalu took over explanations. “They kill the testosterone your body produces, and that kills the sex drive as well.”
Everyone in the room shuddered.
“Steroids tend to make you more aggressive too, and the user rarely realizes that ‘the juice’ is making those changes in his personality and his body chemistry until it’s too late. Testosterone shots for life.”
“So we need to check his medical records.” Shelby had her first smile of the day.
“That’s illegal,” Rika informed her, and the smile faded. “But, I can check his pharmacy for prescriptions. That’s not as bad.”
“Get on it. And get me something on the other two. If this guy is ‘juiced up,’ we may need Delsin and Shen to go in a little earlier than expected, to give our guys the good word and provide some backup.”
“Will do, Boss Lady,” Rika rapped out sharply and turned back to his beloved keyboards.
Nalu left to peruse his journals and to wait for the autopsy report their client was forwarding.
Delsin and Shen went to coordinate fashions for their undercover work -- they may not be working a gig, but there was no reason not to go in stylish and smooth.
Chapter 4
“You want me to wear what?”
Blain was not happy. These bloody Americans wanted him to wear a…
“Kilt! See? It’s Celtic!” Macey smiled, her overdone lips looking strangely like a clown’s.
“But not Irish!”
“Irish, Scottish, same difference!”
Blain stared at Macey as if her makeup had somehow come to life and taken possession of her face. Come to think of it, she kind of looked like that anyway, but that was beside the point.
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