The Game Room

by Annabel Lucas

  Tess leaned in. “That’s okay, honey. Looks like the food is here anyway.”

  The food was there. Annie set two huge platters of sushi before them and provided three cold glasses of ice water and a pitcher. Shane reached for her pint glass, the smooth curve beaded in moisture, and downed her water before she joined Tess and Ryan in taste-testing bites of the food.

  The food was just enough to steady the gentle buzz that seeped from her belly into her limbs. The thump of the music pulsed on below them. By the time dinner was over, Shane was comfortably numb.

  Ryan and Tess chatted while she sat back, soaking in the ambiance. Completely content to be silent. Tess leaned into her, her words tickling against Shane’s ear. Her voice indecipherable.

  “What?” Shane asked.

  “Want to dance?” Tess asked again as she pulled Shane too her feet.

  Shane laughed. “I’d love to.” She reached for Ryan and they abandoned their table.

  Shane followed Tess, appreciating her lovely form as she descended the staircase. The beat of the music mixed with the buzz of tequila sent Shane’s senses into overdrive, but she seemed to be doing a good job walking down the stairs. She felt herself wobble. Damn heels. Shane felt Ryan’s arm slip around her waist, as he helped her through the crowd. Tess still the leader, three of four steps ahead of them, cast the doors open and led them into to the heart of the club. The music boomed full throttle; the room filled with beautiful writhing bodies. Ryan slipped around her, reaching for her hand to pull her forward. At the same time, she felt Tess’s hands on her waist slight and warm- an intentional touch. Ryan led them through the crowd this time. He worked his way into the crowd to the center of the room. Shane felt Tess press into her and rest her chin on her shoulder. Her lips tickled at Shane’s ear. A whisper.

  “Look.” It felt like a whisper but probably was not. Shane could barely hear above the bass that thumped through her chest. Tess’s lovely arm was raised up, index finger pointing to a man who sat on what appeared to be a throne high above the dance floor. The DJ.

  He was big and black and beautiful. His chest and stomach rippled with muscles that sent a thrill through her belly. He moved with the music; the sleeveless denim shirt he wore showcased his well-defined biceps. Shane licked her lips. Beautiful. She turned to Tess and nodded. Yes. Oh, yes. Tess laughed. No need for words to exchange appreciation.

  Ryan had them moving again. Deeper into the mass; Shane followed him onto the sunken dance floor. Tess was pointing up again. Shane followed her finger, taking in the details of the club only visible from the dance floor.

  On the wall opposite the DJ’s throne, lay a cage that held a white tiger. The animal stalked back and forth, occasionally coming to rest on a huge chaise lounge. It wore a purple studded collar. Amazed, she watched as it stretched out on the chaise and yawned.

  Ryan leaned down into her, his lips tickling at her ear. “That’s King.”

  She looked up and stretched on to her tiptoes to reach his ear. “The cat or the DJ?”

  He smiled. “The DJ. The DJ is King. That,” he gestured to the tiger, “is King’s cat.”

  Shane laughed. Oh Jesus. “This place is amazing.”

  His voice was warm against her face. “Vegas, Baby. I thought you would like it.”

  The music changed and the lights dimmed as a new song began. Shane moved to the beat. She closed her eyes and tipped her head back letting the music soak into her bones. She felt Ryan’s hand on her waist as he pulled her in, moving in time to the rhythm. The light beyond her closed eyes began as bright and white hot, but as she moved, it darkened and dimmed. When Shane opened her eyes, the light over the dance floor was deep purple- soothing and sultry. It matched the music and the mood. She felt the excitement flow through her body like the music. Tess was behind her, dancing with her. Shane turned to face the girl and met Tess’s kiss instead. Ohhhh. She breathed into the kiss. And now, it was Ryan’s hand on her hip, easy and in the flow. He’d have a -front-row seat to this party. Shane smiled. She loved the after party.

  King was killing it. Song after song kept her feet moving; shifting from techno to salsa. The crowd grew thicker and the space between patrons became nonexistent. Most times, she was pressed in-between Tess and Ryan. She watched as other women pulled Ryan between them, but even with the women surrounding him, his eyes never strayed from Shane and Tess.

  Suddenly, Shane felt a little too hot. Tess’s body glimmered; her golden skin covered with a thin sheen of sweat. Shane turned to find Ryan, her breathing hard from the last song. He wasn’t more than an arm’s length away. She reached for him and felt him squeeze her hand.

  Shane tipped her head back, and found the cool air, just above the crowd and felt moisture on her face. She opened her eyes to see bubbles everywhere. Thousands of bubbles raining down on the crowd. Cheers rose up to meet them. Ryan leaned down smiling. “You’ll love this.”

  The raining bubbles were just the start. Under her feet, the dance floor began to fill with suds. She squealed as they climbed up over her toes into her shoes and up her stockinged legs. Shane laughed and suddenly felt Tess’s mouth against hers, a hungry kiss. God, she was soft. The foam was up to Shane’s thighs, the wetness seeping into her pores.

  She found Tess’s hips and pulled her close, the music thumping around them. Tess’s hands found her ass and their hips moved in time with the music.

  Ryan was behind her, his solid shape hard and heavenly. He left Shane no escape from Tess’s roaming hands. She felt Tess’s arms around her and knew her hands were on Ryan. Pulling him close, kissing him, then returning to Shane in a kiss that tasted of him. The suds were on the rise; already touching her thighs. She scooped some into her hands and when she touched Tess, the bubbles left her skin slick and shiny. In the heat of the club and the lingering buzz of the alcohol, Shane felt Tess’s hands exploring her, separated only by the sheer fabric of the dress that clung to her body. Tess’s fingers roamed over the lacy corset, seeking the edge where the undergarment left off and Shane’s skin began. Tess deepened the kiss, as she reached into the hollow between Shane’s legs, where no panties existed to capture the moisture that formed there.

  Shane groaned into the kiss. She wanted Tess’s fingers unhindered by fabric. Tess had one hand on her face caressing and guiding the kiss, while the other dipped deeper into the hollow between her legs. Shane’s hands moved over Tess’s shimmery dress, seeking skin. The dress was not much more than a pricy scrap cloth designed to cover all the best parts. She cupped Tess’s ample breast, feeling for that knotty little nipple and felt Tess move away.

  “No, no, sweet girl,” Tess whispered. The words tickled at her ear before she felt Tess’s tongue licking the outer part of her ear. She sealed the words with a wet kiss. “Let me.”

  Her hand was on Shane’s leg, slipping into the slit that climbed up her thigh. Her fingers were smooth against Shane’s skin as they moved under the garter that held her stocking in place to grasp her bare ass. Shane groaned into the kiss, wanting more. Tess’s free hand had moved down her face and over her barely covered cleavage. The lacy underthings Shane wore were made to offer easy access. Tess toyed with Shane’s right breast- her fingers caressed and squeezed. Ryan kissed her neck and Shane turned into him to find his mouth. Unconcerned about the crowd around them that moved in time to King’s music. Shane could feel Ryan hard against the crack of her ass and wanted to set him free from the bindings that separated them.

  Shane felt Tess’s perfect fingers roam up her thigh, over her hip bone and across her belly. The corset barred her from touching skin. Shane arched back into Ryan, pressing her belly into Tess’s seeking hand.

  Tess kissed her; it was sweet and hungry but there was no need to hurry. Around them, the beat thumped on. As bodies shifted in the crowd brushing up against the threesome.

  The foam was up to her waist now, a cover for the fingers that wanted to explore what others could no longer see.

  Tess slid
her fingers over the lace corset and pulled the dress aside, fingers seeking skin underneath. Her left hand was busy with Shane’s attentive little nipples, grazing, and pinching. Twisting just enough to get Shane’s pussy twitching with anticipation. The hungry kisses went on as Tess drew pleasure from her at each turn. Shane moaned and felt Ryan’s hands on her hips, holding her steady. His hands kept her from wiggling into the touch. His body unyielding; cock thick and hard pressed into the crack of her ass.

  He was enjoying the show. Clearly. Tess slipped Shane’s right breast out of the dress and lowered her lips to kiss the darkened skin in the center.

  As she drew the nipple in-between her lips, her fingers grazed Shane’s pussy. Ohhhhh. The groan was audible to her ears but silent in the noise of the club. Tess’s fingers moved over naked skin, trailing over her folds and crevices. It was a light, barely-there touch. She sucked at Shane’s tit while she kept her eyes upturned to watch Shane. As she watched, Tess increased her pleasure with her mouth and continued to caress Shane’s pussy with a whisper touch. Ryan held her still as she fought to widen her stance, her legs trembling on top of her four-inch heels.

  Tess’s mouth was on her collar bone, moving up her throat, her needy nipple wanting more as Tess replaced the fabric to its original position. Her little nipple once again bound by the sheer irritating fabric. Tess’s fingers continued to tease. Shane did not care how she looked anymore. The club was dark enough for their activities to not be seen. Plus, nobody really cared what the three were doing. Tess found the strap that attached the right stocking and pulled it back, only to let it snap against Shane’s trembling thigh.

  Tess straightened up, her golden body taut and tall; her breasts wet and lush barely visible under the foam that had reached their chests. She shifted her stance, eyes watching Shane’s expression as she slid her fingers between the warm and wet folds of Shane’s pussy. Shane groaned. Tess leaned closer pressing into the smaller girl. Shane felt Tess’s mouth against her ear.

  “Do you want me to touch you?”

  “Ohhhh, god.” It was not the right answer, but she believed Tess would understand her need and inability to speak sense. She was lost to the caress. Please touch me.

  Tess kissed her, rough and commanding, her eyes never leaving Shane’s face.

  “Pretty girl,” Her voice sterner. This time, as she circled Shane’s slippery clit- careful not to touch the bundle of nerves that begged for her attention- Shane could not control the moans that forced themselves up her throat and out her lips.

  “Yes, please,” Shane whispered. Her indigo eyes wide and begging for more. Ohhhhh. Her eyes fluttered, caught between touch, pleasure and wanting to see Tess. Tess leaned into her.

  “Keep your eyes open, love. I want to see you, cum. I want to see you realize just how hard you are going to cum,” she whispered.

  Tess’s fingers slipped deeper into her slippery folds, working her in delicate strokes. Shane’s pussy was on fire. Behind her, Ryan had begun to rock her with his hips; moving her with a rhythm that likened fucking. Heat rose to her cheeks and Tess kissed her again. Shane’s whole body felt hot and feverish.

  Shane moaned into the kiss Ryan’s hands gripped her hips harder, pulling her into him.

  His cock firmly wedged between her ass cheeks now. Jesus. She wanted him inside her.

  Her knees shook from the climax building up deep in her belly. Tess’s pressure increased as she circled Shane’s clit. Tess’s free hand lifted her chin,

  “Watch me.

  Do not take your eyes off me. Do you understand?”

  Shane nodded as Tess’s pressure increased. Her fingers moved at an incredible speed, gliding over Shane’s swollen clit. Tess kissed her, deep and slow, and Shane groaned.

  “Honey, it’s not time. Do you hear me?” Tess asked. Shane’s eyes struggled to find focus- her brain struggling to understand the question. Time for what?

  “Not time to cum.”

  Tess was commanding now, holding her face still eye to eye. Requiring obedience. Her fingers did not let up.

  “Listen to me. Do not cum.”

  Shane fought the heat of the orgasm back, her body trembling with the effort.

  Grateful for Ryan’s strength and size behind her. His presence felt like a support she could rely on. She didn’t know if she could hold it back. Tess twisted her wrist; forcing Shane’s feet further apart. Ryan’s hands helped keep Shane from falling over. She was grateful for the new angle as Tess slid her demanding fingers away from her clit and penetrated her. Oh fuck.

  Oh god. The temporary relief from Tess’s fingers and the oncoming orgasm was short-lived. Two fingers then three, stretching her wide.

  “Oh fuck.

  Please. Please.”

  Begging.

  She was fucking begging. Bodies brushed up against them- surrounded by the purple haze and the chest-high foam- with no idea of the delight Tess’s fingers brought her pussy in the same moment. The music thumped so loudly that her cries were lost in the crowd. The heat in her pussy spread into her ass as she pleaded with Tess with her eyes and lips.

  “Please, Tess, please.”

  Tess kissed her, while the fingers moving inside her never stopped.

  "You want to cum? In front of all these people?” Tess asked. Her words turned Shane to liquid, warm and wet. She wanted nothing but more. She knew she was going to cum. She doubted if she could hold it back. Tess did not let up.

  “Hold on, honey. Hold on.”

  Tess’ fingers slipped in and out, separating her. Fuck. Shane wrapped her arms around Tess to pull her close and stay upright. Tess was pleased as she watch the need rise in Shane’s eyes. So pleased.

  Her fingers didn’t stop moving, and now they gathered speed. Shane held on, shaking, pressed between Ryan and Tess as the orgasm took her higher. Tess whispered into her ear, encouraging now. “Hold on, baby. Hold on.”

  Please, let me cum. It was a different prayer than she’d had with Ryan. She wanted the orgasm more than she’d ever wanted anything, except for Tess’s mouth on her and Ryan’s cock inside her. The idea flashed in her mind.

  “Cum.” Tess ordered, and the climax crashed over her. Tess’s fingers buried deep inside her as her hungry muscles clenched around her in rolling waves.

  “Ohhhh, I’m cuming.” She whispered. Fuck, I’m cuming.

  She felt the orgasm spread from her belly through her limbs and travel up her spine. All thoughts turned to black as those delicious fingers stroked her through to another a climax.

  CHAPTER 7

  Playmate

  F uck me.”

  Relief filled her and she giggled.

  The neighboring dancers had begun to notice something going on under the soapy suds.

  Tess laughed. “I plan to.”

  Jesus. Shane leaned into Ryan; letting him bear most of her body weight. He bent down and kissed her. Sound returned to her ears and then, the music was so loud. So fucking loud.

  Suddenly, she wanted to be alone with two. Somewhere quiet, with enough space where they could all lie down.

  “Ry,” she reached up for him, her back still pressed against his chest.

  “Yeah?” his voice was deep and throaty. She had her orgasm. He had not and she could hear the desire in his voice.

  “Get me out of here. Let’s go somewhere quiet.”

  Tess’s fingers linked with hers. The golden goddess pulled her forward, forcing her spent legs to move.

  Shane followed, making her way through the foam and emerging step by step out of the sunken dance floor.

  Ryan moved ahead of them to open the double doors. The crowd had grown thicker since they’d arrived. Good lord. How many people went out on Mondays in Vegas? He held the doors open for Tess and Shane, then the world took on a muffled sort of sound as the doors closed behind them.

  The music was softer outside, but her ears throbbed. A pretty server wound her way through the crowd. Shane watched as Tess flagged her down.
She leaned in close to the girl and whispered something to her. The girl smiled, glanced back at Shane and Ryan then nodded.

  “Yes, ma’am.”

  Shane laughed. Yes, ma’am? Tess and her goddess body?

  “Tess, you could not look less like a ma’am.”

  Tess raised her eyebrows. “Really? What do I look like?”

  Ryan squeezed her hand, his voice low. “Shane.”

  “You look delicious.” She said licking her lips. She wanted to taste that warm mouth on hers again. Not at all like a ma’am. Tess answered her with a sound, not willing to give her words.

  “Hmm.”

  The helpful girl returned, “Right this way, ma’am.”

  There was that word again. Shane giggled and felt Ryan’s hand on her waist; his arm supporting her as he led her down the hallway.

  The farther they got from the dance floor, the softer the music became, but Shane could still feel the thump of the bass under her feet. The girl stopped in front of a bank of elevators and handed Tess a card.

  “Third floor, ma’am.”

  Ryan squeezed Shane’s hand. The orgasm and buzz wore away enough for her to mind her manners.

  “Thank you.”

  Tess smiled. “What was your name?”

  “Leslie.”

  The girl responded.

  “Yes. Thank you, Leslie.” Tess turned toward the elevator and stepped inside, beaconing them to follow. A quick ascent to the third floor at their hotel.

  The doors opened after a jerking motion that tickled Shane’s tummy. Old elevator.

  They stepped out of the elevator and followed Tess to a room marked with a symbol that matched the key card when she held it up. Shane heard the deadbolt slide free and the door swung open when Tess pushed it.

  Shane and Ryan followed her into the darkened room. Shane’s surprise was audible when Tess turned on the lights.

  Ryan let the door close behind them, and all outside noise of the hotel and club ceased. Soundproof walls. Perfect. The room mimicked the purple and black decor of the club and hotel. A full bar stood to their right. A four-poster California King lay in the center of the room; a jacuzzi in the far corner. The room had a small sitting area that was stylish. Leather furniture with side tables and a coffee table. On the coffee table, there was a large box. A floor-length lamp emitted a soft glow welcoming its new guests to come to enjoy the room. A darkened bathroom lay off to their right near the door.