They finished their drinks and left the bar separately, Damian for the twin room, Phil and Maddie for her humble single crib.
Scarcely ten minutes had passed before Maddie found herself straddling Phil's lean pubis, grinding her needful pussy over and on to his vertical shaft, while he gripped her hips, keeping her upright. Maddie's wrists were tied behind her back with his silk scarf, so his steadying hands were welcome, rocking her forwards and backwards, rotating and posing her while she tried to lean down, desperate to align her G-spot with his questing cock.
'That's good; bring those tits down to me,' growled Phil. Maddie's balance wavered and she plunged down, her breasts pressing into her lover's clavicle, their mouths meeting passionately. His hands moved blindly behind her, pushing her bottom hard into his mashing length as he slammed his pelvis up to meet her. They twitched and jerked like that, lips and teeth clashing in mimicry of their conjoined sexes, until Maddie began to spasm, her moans pouring into Phil's receptive throat while her legs weakened and her body collapsed on to his. He gave one last almighty piercing thrust and joined her in her moment of ecstasy, his back arched until she almost slid off him.
'Wow,' she said sleepily, tumbling down on to her side while Phil untied the silken knot. 'It was interesting, not being able to use my hands. I had to trust you.'
Phil gave a low chuckle. 'Everyone trusts me. That's how I sell so much.'
Maddie sat up, disarrayed. 'Do you often use your sales techniques? To get women into bed?'
Phil looked shiftily over at the minibar. 'Do they really have Japanese beers in there?'
'No dodging the question!' Maddie laughed. 'I'm not after your hand in marriage, Phil. You don't have to bullshit me.'
Phil flicked the puppydog eyes up to full-beam. 'Maybe sometimes,' he confessed.
'Do you and . . . whatshisname . . . Damian . . . ever go out on the pull together?' asked Maddie, trying to sound casual.
'It's been known.'
'Wow. That's a dynamite combination. The dark brooder and the charmer – singly they are devastating; together, an unstoppable force.' Maddie mimicked the voiceover for a cinema trailer. Phil flipped his tie at her nose playfully.
'You fancy him, don't you?'
'Why not? He's stunning. I could really do things to him – photographically, I mean.'
Phil pondered for a while, smirking, then went to the minibar and cracked open two of the Japanese beers.
'Here.' He slid back down beside her, snaking an arm around her shoulder and leaning back against the headboard. 'Why don't I talk to him? I'm sure he'd be happy to give you a . . . private shoot.'
'Oh, Phil, I don't know . . . he's your work partner and all that. I don't want to make things awkward between you.'
Phil paused for a throaty chuckle. 'Maddie, believe me, things would already be awkward between us if we weren't . . . comfortable around each other.'
'What do you mean?' Maddie splashed an accidental drip of beer froth out of the neck of the bottle, tutting as it landed between her breasts and slid downwards to her navel.
'I mean . . . we've seen each other . . . in action. We know what's what and where. No surprises to be had.'
'You . . . what? You're lovers?'
'No, no, not lovers. But we went out one night after scoring a massive sale and . . . picked up a girl. Took her back to my room. I was the senior salesman, so I went first while he watched, then we swapped places.'
'Really?' croaked Maddie, whose breathing had shortened at the mental image, and whose speech was correspondingly limited. 'She . . . had you both?'
'Mmm. Lucky girl, eh?'
'Yes,' whispered Maddie.
'So what do you think? Shall I line him up for a shoot? You could snap us both – two for the price of one.'
'You can but ask,' said Maddie with a nervous laugh. 'Anyway, Philip Ellward, isn't it my turn to tie you up? Put that bottle down and get your hands above your head.'
Maddie came to chat to me at Reception the next morning after breakfast.
'Soph, do you mind if I ask you something?'
Her face was shifty and flushed; I put it down to tending to Phil's morning glory. I stopped arranging leaflets into a fan shape and gave her my full attention.
'Don't tell me you're in love with him.'
'No, no, not that. Just . . .' She lowered her voice, leaning way over the desk. 'Have you ever had a threesome?'
I paused, smiling.
'Yes. More than once. What do you want to know?'
'Did you regret it? I suppose not, if you've done it more than once.'
'No, I didn't regret it. I enjoyed it. Are you asking me if you should do it? Well, as long as you're safe, sane and consensual and all that jazz, I'd say go for it. You know Phil well enough, and neither of you are going to get jealous and insecure if a third party joins the, er, party. Is it a man or a woman?'
'A man,' she confessed. 'Friend of Phil's. Gorgeous.'
'Gorgeous, eh? Is a foursome out of the question?' I winked and she giggled.
'Maybe next year.'
Crowds of muttering grey people drifted towards the doors to the Conference Suite. Maddie flitted off to join them, sticking a thumb up at me on the way. I returned to my leaflet fan, deep in pleasant reminiscence.
'As long as they don't end up on YouTube or something,' Damian said with a shrug, 'I suppose it's all right.'
'They'll be tasteful, not tacky,' Phil reassured. 'Maddie's into the artistic stuff.'
'They're just for my personal collection,' she said. 'Nobody else will ever see them.'
Maddie finished setting up her equipment and stepped out from behind the tripod.
'OK, I'd like some shots of Damian first, then it would make my life complete if I could take a few of the pair of you together.'
The men both laughed. 'Ah, well, we wouldn't want to ruin your whole life,' said Phil. 'I suppose we'll humour you.'
Damian stood and stripped down to his boxers, striking numerous poses for Maddie while she clicked and flashed away. Maddie was exhilarated by his naturally photogenic quality and she began to lose herself in her work, ordering him to smoulder, to be sexy, to thrust out his hips, to push back his shoulders, to lie full-length on the bed, to look at the camera as if he wanted to fuck it or fight it or kiss it tenderly.
'God, you're good, Damian,' she praised. 'I knew I was right about you having modelling potential. Listen, would you mind if I asked you to take off your boxers?'
'Thought you'd never ask,' said Damian, smouldering for her benefit rather than the camera's this time. 'No kinky stuff, though.'
'Kinky? I don't know what you mean,' said Maddie innocently, causing Phil to guffaw from the bed. 'I think I'd like to start with a back view, maybe at an angle so we can see your face in profile. Yes.' Maddie stood transfixed by his perfectly curved arse for a few seconds before remembering to adjust the depth of field. She used an entire roll of film capturing his lean, hard frame in every possible configuration. She did not want to miss a single muscular ripple, shady hollow or flat plane of his body.
Eventually, he began to grumble, tiring of the endless click-flash and running an irritated hand through his dark hair. Maddie realised it was time to move things on.
'Sorry, Damian, I was getting carried away. Call it a compliment. Seriously, I'll be finished soon. I just want a few shots of you and Phil together.'
'What for?' Damian was suspicious.
'My personal satisfaction,' she said, smiling sweetly. 'Just maybe the two of you sitting back to back . . . that's it.'
Phil had stripped naked in advance of her request and was happy to comply. Damian huffed a little, bored with modelling now.
'She'll make it worth your while,' said Phil, trying to fit his spine somewhere that did not clash with Damian's.
'Oh yeah? How?'
'Name your price,' said Maddie, thrilling at the thought of what he might demand, pressing the button over and over again in a photographic rapture. '
Could you just sort of recline a bit . . . facing each other . . . Phil in front a little bit . . . yeah. Oh! I know! Damian, why don't you get some grapes from the fruit basket and pretend to be feeding Phil.'
'You're bonkers,' griped Damian, trudging over to fetch a handful of black grapes, as requested.
'OK,' he said, once he was seated a little behind Phil, dropping the purple-black ovoids into his friend's mouth. 'Here's my price. We've sacrificed our dignity for you. You have to do the same.'
'Meaning?' Maddie frowned, not sure this was what she had had in mind.
'You get to see us in the buff. It doesn't seem fair that you're the only one allowed to keep your clothes on. I want some nudie pictures of you.'
'Oh, I never pose for photographs – I just take them,' objected Maddie. 'Besides, you wouldn't know how to . . .'
'I'm not a photographer, no. I'll just use my camera phone.'
'And send them to all your mates?'
'No. Just for my personal collection.' He grinned at the repetition of Maddie's own phrase. 'I promise. Nobody will see them but you, me and Phil.'
'It's only fair,' contributed Phil, his mouth full of fruit.
Maddie took a deep breath and replaced the lens cap on her camera.
'All right,' she said. 'Shoot me.'
Damian leapt gleefully to his feet and went over to his jacket to fish out his mobile phone.
'Right then!' he said. 'Scene one, take one, action!'
'You're not making a film, you dweeb,' said Phil, laughing, as he settled down on one of the twin beds to watch the show.
'OK, Maddie, I want you to take off that top.'
Maddie was wearing a short-sleeved ribbed top in olive green; she began to pull it over her head. Damian took the first photograph while her face was concealed by the material, her raised arms tangled, so that the expanse of her midriff and her burgundy satin Wonderbra were the stars of the shot.
'What a weird choice of pose,' she said crossly, her hair sticking out where the acrylic polo-neck had crackled it into static life. Damian photographed her pouting face.
'Skirt next,' he said. 'I want to know if your knickers match your bra.'
Maddie unzipped the dull beige work skirt and began to crumple it down over her hips. Once it reached her bent knees, Damian took a picture of her, leaning down to push it to her feet, first from the side, then from the back, enjoying the view of her satin-clad bottom.
'Might need a wide angle for that!' he teased. 'Very nice. Ooh, suspenders too! Ooh, matron!'
'I asked her to wear those,' said Phil matter-of-factly. 'She knows I like 'em.'
Maddie straightened, attempting to retain a little pride while she was clad only in her underwear. 'Look, I'm happy to pose for you, but can you stop being so . . . laddish? This isn't a shoot for bloody Nuts magazine – it's a favour.'
'No, it's not a favour, it's a payment,' Damian pointed out. 'But I'm sorry. I'll try to stick with the tasteful theme from now on.'
'How about if I take over?' suggested Phil. 'I apologise on Damo's behalf – he's young and doesn't always understand the . . . social niceties. I'm trying to knock him into shape, believe me.'
Damian made a playful swipe at his mentor, but handed him the phone nonetheless. Phil, businesslike from the start, strode over to Maddie and took a few quick shots of her standing upright with her arms folded beneath her breasts and her face betraying remnants of the storm.
'Now then, Maddie, let's have your arms . . . out . . . one hand on a hip. I want to see that sexy underwear. Strike a pose.'
Maddie relaxed, breaking into a smile. 'Come on, Vogue,' she sang, shifting into role. She pirouetted and leant over, arched her arms and parted her legs for all she was worth, until Phil asked her to remove her bra. She reached around to the back, fumbling for the clips, then Phil held up a hand.
'Stop,' he said. 'Damian, could you give her a hand?'
Damian moved up behind Maddie and unfastened the garment, throwing it over on to the bed.
'Great, now stay there, Damian, and put one hand on her shoulder and one on her stomach . . . ah yes. That's sexy!'
Maddie gasped at the feel of his unfamiliar hand on her bare flesh, as well as the consciousness of being exposed to him. What did he think of her breasts? Would he like to touch them? The top of her head fitted in snugly beneath his chin and his body felt stable and supportive behind her, something she could fall into.
'Maddie,' said Phil, his voice a little lower, a little gentler. 'What would you say to Damian touching your breasts? Say no if you like, but it would look so . . .'
'It's OK,' said Maddie quietly. 'He can touch them.'
Damian's large hands moved to cover them, weighing them up from beneath first, then encompassing the full mounds, treating them tenderly and with respect. Phil photographed the pair, Maddie with half-closed eyes, her head rolling back into Damian's neck while he moved his head down to bring his chin to her shoulder, clearly tempted to taste her skin. 'I want to kiss you,' he said hoarsely. 'Would you mind?'
Her reply to this was to turn her head, catching his lips and welcoming him into a long and sensual kiss.
'Oh God, that's beautiful,' whispered Phil, capturing the moment, the lips fixed together, the hands flicking at Maddie's stiffening nipples, her legs weakening so that Damian hooked one of his in front to keep her upright. The eroticism of it made Phil wonder how long he could continue as mere onlooker. Perhaps he should speed the action up somewhat. 'What if he puts one hand in your knickers, Maddie?'
'Mmm hmmm,' she consented, pushing her bum back against Damian's hard crotch. One large hand travelled slowly down her stomach and into the waistband of the burgundy satin French knickers. Maddie had to part her thighs a little, wobbling on unsteady legs, to provide unhindered access for the wandering fingers. Damian groaned as they slid between her lips, finding them wet and ready for some serious attention. His wide palm rested against her mons while the fingers rubbed and probed. Phil's photographs depicted the large bumps of his knuckles straining against the satin while Maddie rotated her hips, her mouth still caught against his, her sighs absorbed by his tongue in her throat.
'OK,' said Phil unsteadily. 'Turn her around to face you and take down her knickers now.'
Maddie let out a meek 'oh!' at the withdrawal of Damian's fingers from her secret spots, or was it the return of his tongue to his own mouth? Nonetheless she allowed herself to be moved around, her stomach up against the hot bulge of his cock, while her recent model peeled the knickers and stockings down slowly, revealing her smooth tan bottom to Phil inch by inch as he snapped hungrily. The silky material dropped to the floor, looking eerily like a pool of blood in colour and dispersal. Damian, it seemed, no longer needed to take direction, and he lowered an unprompted hand to knead her buttocks, re-establishing their kiss while the other hand resumed its work between her legs.
'Fuck, I can't do this any more,' said Phil, tossing the mobile phone on to a bed. 'Make room for me.' He nudged up against Maddie's back and began to nip the back of her neck, one hand joining Damian's in the steamy damp while the other reached around to claim a breast. The addition of the extra hand prompted Maddie to lift a leg and wrap it around Damian's thigh, inviting the different sets of fingers to keep up their double pressure. There was a pinch of a nipple, a bite of a lip, a forefinger sliding easily into her willing opening, and Maddie no longer knew whose; Damian and Phil were no longer divided in her mind but were a conjoined many-tentacled being, drawing her down into inner space. The light from the surface was fading; the place where she was Maddie Crooke from the Capital City office was far above her, indistinct and fragmenting. She had fingers everywhere, inside her and outside, on her nipples and in her hair, and now there was one gliding along the crack of her bum cheeks, which were being prised apart, extending the accessibility of her sex as well as revealing the little private part of her that only Phil had ever known.
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