DoubleTeamHer

by Titania Ladley

  “Oh me too, me too.” I held back, attempting to appear aloof and satisfied. But I wasn’t.

  Not yet.

  Not until I got the chance to be between them.

  Frank pressed his hand to the small of my back and led me toward the door. “Well, babe, I guess we should be going, let Jaz do her twirling and teasing.”

  “Ta-ta, you hunk and sexy babe. Thanks for a fabulous lunch break.” She waved over her shoulder and blew us a kiss. Then she disappeared through the door.

  Frank held my face between his hands and planted a smacking kiss on my lips. “You were great, baby. It was so hot to watch your face go through all the emotions and hear your groans while a woman munched between your legs. Blazing stuff.”

  “Thanks.”

  “Guess I’ll make a detour to the bathroom. I’ll meet you out by the bar.” He whacked my ass and breezed through the door.

  I plopped down on the bench and folded my arms. “Shit. That’s all I get?”

  Jealousy and suspicion overtook me. I narrowed my eyes. Were they out there having one last moment of alone time without me?

  I shoved the door open and searched the smoky room for them.

  But neither one was there. Anywhere.

  “That bitch and prick. They abandoned me.” I folded my arms, stomped to the bar and slid onto a high barstool. To the attractive blonde bartender, I snapped, “Give me a cosmo, please. And make it a double.”

  She eyed me with curiosity. “Yes ma’am. Coming right up.”

  Coming is right. I’d come like I’d never come before. And now it was all over. Probably no nap, no Jaz coming by after work. I’d been screwed not only in the literal sense but in the abandoned sense.

  This could not be happening. No one had ever abandoned me in this way before. But then again I’d never had competition as sexy and alluring as Jazmine. I’d always been the most sought-after woman in every room I’d ever walked into.

  The bartender set a napkin on the bar and placed the cosmopolitan in front of me. “That’ll be ten dollars. Or are you starting a tab?”

  “Yes—wait. No. Fuck those two. I’m not sitting here all alone. I’m going to get in on the action.” I scoped the room while I dug a twenty out of the zipper pocket in my leather dress. The cage remained busy, the focal point of the dance area. My pussy wetted at the sight of all the naughtiness enclosed in the cage. I handed the bill over to her, neglecting to give her my full attention. “Keep the change. I’ll be back for the next round when I’m done.”

  I barely noticed when the bartender gawked at the twenty and gasped. “Sounds good to me, doll. Come on back any time. And thank you. Very kind of you.”

  Being a successful fashion designer—this sexy dress was my design—I could afford to drop tips like rain. I lifted the drink to my mouth, appreciating the fact she’d made good on my request for a double. The sweet-tart flavor, potent vodka and cool wetness flowed over my tongue. Is that what pussy would taste like?

  Dammit, I’d been so close to finding out.

  I’d loved being Jaz’s recipient—who wouldn’t, given her beauty and ability to bewitch a person? But I still yearned to give pussy-eating a try and to be the meat between a man and woman.

  Over the rim of the martini glass I scrutinized the cage from an off-center angle where I could see the confined animals’ sides and part of their backs. A buff man pressed the curvy brunette with fake breasts against the bars, her bare ass toward the crowd. He held her so tightly and kissed her with so much aggression she had pink welts on her creamy-white backside. The tip of his cock periodically peeped from below her left rump cheek.

  What the hell? I strained to see what he was doing. The long sip of the drink I took settled in my stomach and started to give me a nice buzz. So did the letdown of my inhibitions when I moved closer and realized he fucked her between her legs without entering her, his cock sliding forward and backward over her slit. Several men groped her breasts while a woman reached in and massaged the man’s balls.

  Oh yeah. Screw Frank and Jazmine. I gulped down the remainder of the cocktail, set the glass on a nearby table and made my way to the cage.

  Chapter Four

  “What is she doing?” As if I didn’t know.

  Plain as night, Giovanna danced alone inside the voyeur cage.

  Wow, and what a sex kitten.

  Frank stuffed his hands in his jeans pockets. His jaw tensed and his eyes glittered. “Looks like she’s screwing us over. What the hell happened?”

  I sidled through the crowd, pushing people aside. Frank followed me. Over my shoulder I yelled, “That’s what I was going to ask you. The last time I saw her she was in your hands.”

  “I went to take a piss, for Christ’s sake.” He gripped my upper arms and guided me around a group of gawking men and women. “Bathroom was all backed up. I had to wait in line. Went back to the party room and she was gone, now here she is.”

  We continued to wind our way toward the cage until people took note of us. Apparently my stripper status here helped. The mob parted and let me through just like always. “You’re full of it. Long lines are only in women’s bath—”

  Now that I got a full-on view of her, I swallowed back my words, unable to take my eyes off her. Gio brushed aside the people groping at her and crooked her finger at me. Her lips were pursed, her eyes glazed with what I assumed to be arousal. My pussy responded on its own. It clenched and wetness seeped out and soaked my thong.

  My jaw tensed, some sort of territorial reaction to all these people drooling over her. But I still wanted her like mad. Or maybe I longed for her because they all wanted her too. Could the competition—something I’d rarely had to deal with—be turning me on?

  Frank crossed his arms, his eyes widened. “Hell if that doesn’t get me off watching her be the center of attention, just like you always did. But damn, it makes me green-eyed with jealousy at the same time.”

  “You already have green eyes. And dazzling ones at that.”

  He glanced away from Giovanna and gave me his full attention. Our gazes met and held for a breathless moment. “Thank you. But yours are way more dazzling than mine.”

  My pulse thrummed. I couldn’t get a single word out. All I could do was smile up at him.

  He slid his arm around my waist but swung his interest back to Giovanna. “You know, that feeling of jealousy fucking sucks.”

  “No kidding.” I said it under my breath, not sure if he heard me or not over the music and the crowd. I couldn’t decide if my envy was rooted in Frank’s lust for Giovanna or hers for Frank. Probably both. I didn’t really care at the moment though, because my attention zoned in on her.

  So hot.

  Gio danced herself to a squat and grasped the bars. My mouth watered. I got a peep of her bare, moist pussy. She had her knee-high black boots on and her dress put back together, but oh how I had an urge to peel it back off her.

  Her gaze traveled over me, touching me with domination and possessiveness, the way she’d ground her pussy into my mouth while she’d reached for her orgasm. I’d loved my first taste of pussy and was pleased it had been with her. The strippers I’d played around with on stage or the female club members I’d teased in the back room never interested me. It had been nothing more than work.

  But Giovanna, she was different. She fascinated me, turned me on like crazy. And she was connected to Frank, not some stranger or shallow stripper. That somehow gave it extra appeal and made me feel safe. I couldn’t wait to have her soft mouth on my pussy, to see if it would be gentler than a man’s touch. And to see if I also dug being on the recipient end of a woman’s attention.

  I snorted. Right. Since I had enjoyed pleasing her, I doubt I wouldn’t enjoy being pleased by her.

  “That does it. I’m getting my hands on her.” Frank pushed past the few people who stood in his way and dropped to his knees in front of Gio. He reached through the bars, slipped his hand behind her neck and drew her mouth to his. He kisse
d her deeply and thoroughly while he stroked her bare thigh.

  The crowd cheered and whistled. Someone shouted, “Do it, you hot piece of ass. Suck him off.”

  They broke the kiss and Giovanna nodded, giving him a wicked grin.

  I glided closer and stopped at Frank’s side.

  “Ooh no, darlin’. You already know I’m a cop,” he said to Giovanna. “As much as I want to I can’t take the chance. I could lose my job if word of this got back to the chief.”

  She shoved her hand down his pants and groped him. “All right. Your choice, handsome. You miss out, I won’t.”

  He sucked in a breath. His nostrils flared. “Aw man, why are you doing this to me?”

  “Doing what?” She lifted a shoulder. “You mean getting ready to blow you off in front of all these hungry people?”

  Frank combed a hand through his hair, scanned the smoke-filled room with indecision.

  And then—oh god help me—he stood, unzipped his pants and shoved them down until they dropped to his ankles. His firm glutes peeped from below his shirt.

  A man screamed, “Nice. Would I ever love to get my cock in there.”

  Frank didn’t appear to notice. He only had eyes for Giovanna. While I struggled with that streak of insecurity again, he dug his cock out. Good lord, it was already fully erect. He pushed it between the bars, positioning it right in front of her. “You win, baby. You win.”

  A wave of giddiness seized me, so I held on to the bars to keep from collapsing. The sight of her guiding his bulk between her lips made me squirm. Oh how I yearned for her to take me in too.

  Frank moaned, hissed and his head fell back.

  Giovanna bobbed on his cock but her eyes were on me.

  And my eyes were definitely on her.

  My fingers tightened around cool iron. My pussy throbbed and my nipples peaked against the fabric of my thin robe. I wanted to touch her so badly and to feel my body against hers. In the back party room we hadn’t gotten to that part. She’d spread her legs and I’d kneeled between them and gone straight to doing oral sex on her. Now I hungered to get in the cage with her and pin her body between me and the bars. I had the strongest urge to kiss her, dominate her, slither down and eat her cunt again. But this time I wanted it to be while the crowd watched.

  While Frank remained separated from us. Why I wanted it that way I didn’t know but the compulsion burned inside me.

  As if someone read my mind a shout resounded in the bar, drowning out the loud music. “Get in the cage with her, Jazmine. Get in.”

  Giovanna nodded and waved me in while she continued sucking Frank off.

  The only thing that made me hesitate was that this would be “fraternizing” with customers for free again, the same thing Clive had reprimanded me for not fifteen minutes ago. The bastard had dismissed me for the night and put me on probation for the next two nights. Not that I cared, but still.

  I peeked over my shoulder. Clive stood near the bar with his arms crossed but he nodded. A gold-toothed smile spread across his god-awful face and he jutted his finger, pointing his permission toward the cage door.

  Why’d he change his mind?

  Aha. Money. My answer came with one glimpse of the bar. Patrons swamped it, holding up cash to catch the attention of the bartenders. But their gazes were on me and on Frank getting an enthusiastic blowjob from Giovanna. By all the rowdiness, the customers obviously wanted more. They needed to see the three of us together before calling it a night. The lure of it had gotten them in an extreme party mood. Rather than wrap things up and head home soon, they were primed to start over. Which meant the flow of more money for Clive.

  Well boss man didn’t have to twist my arm. I needed this and I was going to get it. So I stepped toward the cage door and unlatched it. When I slipped inside Frank shook the bars and growled. His eyes flashed with rejection and envy. Ha. He wanted to join us but Giovanna had only invited me in.

  I soared on the triumph of it and did a stripper’s strut toward her, partly to get the crowd even more pumped up—after all, it was in my job description—and partly to entice Giovanna. Our eyes met. She let go of Frank’s cock, stood and held her arms out to me.

  Frank paled and cradled his penis as if it ached. He clutched a bar and bared his teeth. “Why are you two doing this to me?”

  Giovanna ignored him. So did I. At the moment she’d become my prey, not him.

  I pushed my robe from my shoulders, leaving myself bare except for the soaked G-string. The crowd cheered but the clamor faded off somewhere in the distance. A burst of cool air brushed my damp skin and ruffled my hair. I got a whiff of Giovanna’s perfume just as she reached out and took my hand. But before I could walk into her embrace and press my breasts to hers, she yanked on my hand and whirled me around. My back crashed into the bars. Cold iron ran in vertical strips down my spine and hips.

  She pressed her leather dress along my naked front, snatched my hands and held them entrapped above my head, between her palms and the curl of her fingers around the bars. The nips of her teeth sent fire shimmying up from my lower belly to my scalp and caused the roots of my hair to stand on end.

  “It’s my turn. I’m going to devour you, you sexy fucking bitch.”

  There she went again just like in the back room, cursing during sex and foreplay, most likely to enhance her arousal. I guessed it empowered the bad-girl chick hiding inside her to crack the more reserved outer shell.

  Fine with me. I was game for anything with her.

  I nudged my way down until my mouth found her ear. She moaned and shivered against me.

  “Then do it to me, you sexier fucking bitch.” I nibbled on her earlobe, traced the edges with my tongue. “Eat my cunt until I come right here in front of everyone. In front of Frank.”

  She pulled on the string behind her neck and peeled down the top of her dress, exposing her breasts.

  Lewd quips and lusty comments resonated amid the whistles and cheering.

  “Holy crap.”

  “Check out those incredible fucking tits.”

  “Yeah, baby. Oh yeah.”

  “A round on the house if she eats Jazmine’s pussy.” I recognized that voice. Clive.

  The promise of free drinks sent a roar rippling through the crowd.

  After my boss’ taunt there was no way Giovanna could not do it.

  “I’m going to let go of your hands now. Keep them above your head so I can eat you up and see your body better. Hold on tight and don’t let go. Got it?”

  I nodded and clutched the bars. “Yes. Yes ma’am.”

  She kissed me, her dark eyes remaining open and sparkly and nearly pinning me to the bars. The strong flavor of alcohol laced with sugar slid over my tongue. She dragged her soft and full lips back and forth over mine. Heat singed my pussy. I panted and clamped my legs together to hold the moistness in. The kiss went from gentle to ravenous and back again. She sucked my lower lip between her teeth and pulled until it popped from her mouth.

  “Yummy. Is that my juices I taste?” Her tongue outlined my mouth, dipped in, traced my teeth and swished around my tongue.

  “Mm-hm, it is. Just me.” I exhaled into her mouth then drew her cocktail-laced breath into my lungs.

  She licked her lips and made a smacking noise. “Tastes delicious. I hope your pussy will be just as scrumptious.”

  “I-it will.” Her nipples grazing back and forth over mine distracted me. I could barely think or talk.

  Giovanna raised a perfectly waxed dark eyebrow. “Something tells me that’ll be very true.”

  “Mmm…” My breasts felt as if they’d melt, a warm and heavy sensation. It spilled into my belly and soaked my groin with an ache more intense than ever before.

  She murmured against my mouth, “This’ll be my first time to taste a woman. You know that, right?”

  “Yes. Yours was the first pussy I’d ever eaten too.”

  “I know, but I never would’ve guessed that with you being a stripper a
nd all—you’ve got to be the sexiest one in the world.”

  My nipples kept rubbing hers. God, could this night get any more erotic? “Aw, how sweet. But really, I learned a lot, and you were so delicious. Go ahead and give it a try. I think you learned from me too. You’ll do fine, just copy what I did.”

  Please just do it before I explode.

  Frank wrapped his arms around me through the bars and held my breasts in his hands. “You two are killing me. C’mon, let me come in there with you.”

  “Uh-uh,” Giovanna snapped at him over my shoulder. “This time you watch. This one’s going to be just me and her.”

  Wow. She’d seemed so reserved when we’d first met, but not now.

  I must’ve done something right. Starting with those curse words right before she’d climaxed, she’s transformed into an aggressive sex-kitten.

  “Hell with that. I’m not going to be left out. If you won’t let me in with you, I’ll get ‘in’ in a different way.” Frank ground his hard-on against my ass cheeks. It didn’t take long for him to drag it down my crack and find my hole.

  I lurched at the sudden contact. He’d always wanted anal from me but so far he’d had nothing but near misses. His dick probing my asshole with everyone watching did empower me with naughtiness but it wasn’t the time. I wanted to focus on just this, on Giovanna and me.

  “Frank. Are you deaf? I said just me and her.” Gio nudged me to the side so an iron bar nestled in the crevice of my butt instead of Frank’s cock.

  He sighed. “Fuck.”

  “Poor Frank. He doesn’t waste any time. He’s already jacking himself off. Behind you, just to your right.” Gio whispered it in my ear. Her breath fanned my hair and neck.

  I shivered and took a quick peep at Frank. His forehead rested against the cage and he jerked on his cock. I swung my gaze back to Gio, to those bedroom eyes that could hypnotize me in seconds. “Yes, poor thing. But I just want you. I want you to make me come.”