by Tina Donahue
Mitch’s balls and cock were beyond hurting.
Wearing an absorbed look that was pure bullshit, Connor ran his fingers over his mouth. Mitch figured it was to hide an appreciative smile. Stubborn as a toddler, Connor wasn’t going to give into Nikki’s seduction or allow himself to want her as he once had.
“Right,” he answered, then stared back at her in challenge. “Even the most beautiful women don’t always get picked to work at Wicked. That’s just the way it is. We have strict standards for what our clientele expect there and with the films. We can’t—”
“Wait, back up,” she interrupted, her fingers halting on her bra clasp. “What films?”
“Erotic ones we show at the club.”
“Connor writes and directs them,” Mitch said. “Just last week two won major awards overseas. Go on, tell her.”
Connor rolled his eyes. “They only made it that far because the people over there aren’t as uptight as the ones over here.”
“Are you kidding?” Nikki said. “Don’t ever blow off what you’ve done. Your talent is amazing. I remember those comic books you used to illustrate, the ones you showed me when we were in—”
He cut her off. “They’re called graphic novels. We need to get back to this, all right?”
A slap couldn’t have shut Nikki up faster.
“Connor,” Mitch warned.
“It’s okay,” Nikki said. “I don’t want to waste anyone’s time. But do you mind me asking, how much do your films pay the performers?”
“Uh-uh. No fucking way.” Mitch crowded Nikki again. This time, unlike the last, she did step back. “You are not doing that.”
“Why? Because I’m not sexy enough or because I’m too old?”
“Get real,” Connor muttered. “You look like you’re in your early twenties.”
Nikki’s face brightened. “Oh yeah? Thanks. I practically lived at the gym during my old life and didn’t have meat and carbs for years.”
She made it sound like prison or torture. So what in the hell had convinced her to do that to herself or to marry a creep like Ty Jeffries? Mitch knew her parents could be distant, not quite approving of anything Nikki did. He’d seen them in action when they were teens. Had she tried to please them by living their dream instead of hers, sacrificing what she wanted as she was doing now? Prepared to save their house by working in a gentlemen’s club or worse.
“No way are you ever performing in one of Connor’s films,” Mitch said. “Don’t even think of arguing the point with me.”
She looked as though she was planning to, but finally said, “You’re the boss…both of you.”
“Not yet,” Connor corrected.
Nikki nodded contritely, then undid her bra clasp, allowing the cups to fall away from her body.
Threads of frail outside light caressed her luscious breasts, turning her nipples a pale rose. For her to have even thought of piercing them was sacrilege. Her breasts were perfect, the contours lavish and real, no implants. Mitch had seen and slept with enough women to spot the difference.
He dug his nails into his palms, already sweaty with desire. The slight pain did nothing to ease his lust. Thank God this office was on the fifteenth floor and no one outside could see. Nikki’s only audience was him and Connor.
She arched her back, the movement accentuating her partial nudity, allowing the bra to slide down her arms. Mitch’s mouth went dry. With very little effort, he could wrap the garment around her wrists, securing her hands behind her back, her body imprisoned for his and Connor’s use.
Extending her arm, Nikki let the bra dangle from her fingertips.
Mitch took it before his brother could. Chilled air poured down from the ceiling vents. Her nipples puckered even more. The air conditioning had absolutely no effect on him. Rarely had he been as warm.
“Almost there,” Nikki murmured. She rested her hand on Mitch’s shoulder, her touch featherlight, sending a jolt of delight to his groin. She was a moderately tall woman in heels, five-six or seven without. He felt huge beside her, exceptional and protective. Using him for support, she removed her strappy sandals. Her feet were narrow, the nails polished the same color as her hair. A wayward tress dangled over her shoulder, its end grazing her sweet little nipple.
Mitch caught himself before he brushed the lock away, demanding to see Nikki without restriction. He had no right. He should stop this, but lacked the will. The only things that remained were her capris and panties…if she wore any. Bringing back her hand, she stepped away, lowering her zipper. It would be a long time before he forgot its promising rasp.
The pants dropped to her feet, leaving her exposed except for her black thong, a scrap of lace that barely shielded her. Didn’t matter, Mitch wanted the fucking thing off. Hell, he wanted her beneath him, on top of him, obedient to his intolerable hunger, reduced to whimpers and moans.
Suspecting his brother craved the same, Mitch glanced at him.
She was more tempting than Connor had ever imagined. Beautiful in a classic sense, the type of woman the masters would have fought to paint, needing to capture her exquisite coloring, those amazing curves. Not that it mattered. She had an angle, he was certain of it. The only thing that remained in doubt was her real intent in coming here.
He stared at her naked breasts, unable to look away.
Maybe that was her purpose in showing up, to drive him nuts with wanting. She didn’t seem to have dropped by for charity. She’d surprised him by refusing the check and agreeing to strip, her performance unlike any he’d seen. The ladies who’d been here before put their hearts into the act, bumping and grinding their way across the room, coming on strong.
Nikki didn’t even try. Oddly enough, her lack of guile had more power than the most blatant striptease. Her obvious appreciation of any polite comment twisted Connor’s gut.
It couldn’t be genuine. He refused to believe it or be as stupid as he’d been so long ago when he’d convinced himself that Nikki actually got him and Mitch like no one else ever had. He’d trusted her to care about them as much as they did her.
In those days, he and Mitch had talked about her nonstop before going to bed, refining their idiotic plans for the future—working, traveling, living together. Connor had drawn her portrait countless times without Nikki knowing it, intending to give her the best of his work at Christmas. Never happened. She changed, becoming as cruel as the others in school. And now she was back. Not because she’d missed him and Mitch. She needed them. Best to remember that.
Stepping back, he placed her blouse on the sofa and spoke as he would to any amateur who had no business working at the club. “Take the thong off. Slowly,” he added. “Not like you did with your bra. I want you to tease us. Put on a show. Make us want to punish you for taking so long in giving us what we wanted, for disappointing us and making us wait.”
A vivid blush spread from Nikki’s throat to her cheeks. She seemed both aroused and guilty as though recalling the past. Mitch huffed, a sure sign he was getting pissed. Too fucking bad. Connor wasn’t about to welcome Nikki back as though nothing had happened. She’d betrayed them when they’d needed her the most.
He crossed his arms over his chest, waiting for her to obey or run, putting bets on the latter.
Again, she surprised him, stepping out of her capris, trailing her fingers down her torso, over her belly, playing with her jewelry. The diamonds’ sparkle created a riot of color on her smooth skin. Connor followed those beams of light to the edge of her thong, her cunt beneath it, tight and hot.
He gritted his teeth, his thoughts demanding she take the damn underwear off.
True to his directive, Nikki didn’t rush. She turned, so both he and Mitch got a glimpse of her naked ass, rounded and inviting as the rest of her. Only a fool would have denied nature’s hand in creating such a perfect female form.
She slipped her thumbs beneath the thong’s elastic, inching it past her hips.
When she faced them again, Connor stopped squeezing his arms
, his strength drained by what he saw. She’d waxed her cunt. The top of her slit peeked over the black lace, defenseless and moist. She was wet. He stepped closer, drawn to her arousal, his own fueled by it.
Down her thong went, coaxed gently by her fingers. The crotch resisted for a moment, then pulled away from her cleft, her lust evident on the damp fabric and her vaginal lips, plump with desire, her sheath prepared for a man’s cock, fingers, tongue.
Connor tried to muster new outrage at her past actions and failed miserably, helpless to do anything but watch. Once the thong was past her thighs, she let the dainty undergarment fall to her ankles as she had her pants, stepping out of them. Gloriously nude, arms at each side, she stood before them.
Mitch fisted his fingers around her bra, clearly trying to maintain control. Connor didn’t bother. With an artist’s imagination, he already had her bent over the arm of the sofa, ass lifted, legs spread, her cunt and anus offered to him. He’d take her vaginally first, his cock burrowed to its root, the friction between their bodies reducing him to gasps and groans. And then he’d use his cum to lubricate her tight pink ring, stretching it with his fingers, preparing her for his entry. She’d want him to take her quickly, as savagely as he desired.
He wouldn’t, forcing her to wait for him as he had for her, easing into her tightest opening so that she felt every bit of him invading her depths, subjecting her to his will, claiming her body, heart and soul so that she’d never forget to whom she belonged.
A new noise escaped Mitch, one of intense longing he needed to deny.
Join the club.
Nikki pulled in a full breath, then sighed out her words, “Do I pass?”
Connor caught himself before he laughed or swore. Did she pass? A better question was—should she? Her working for them was insane. Her being anywhere near them like this was going to turn out bad. He looked at his brother, not at all surprised at the unguarded desire on Mitch’s face.
However, Connor’s own words were blurted and unexpected. “Drape your arms over your head.”
She heard his lust. It roughened Connor’s voice, making him sound more vibrant, dangerous. She saw his animal hunger, barely held in. Both he and Mitch wanted her, at least physically, as much as she desired them in every way. For too many years, she’d suffered without this. Ty had never looked at her as they did now, not even in the beginning when they’d been playing at passion and love.
This was the real deal. Two men as powerless in her presence as she was in theirs. Flashes of their uncensored longing made Nikki feel more female than when she’d been at Ty’s parties, naked and available, with those guys eager to mount anything that moved.
All she’d wanted then was to be held, cherished. Now she craved everything, her body tensing in anticipation, softening with need.
The set of Mitch’s jaw said he wanted to spank her for doing this. Nice. She’d accept punishment from him gladly…and from Connor. He didn’t buy what she’d told them about being here. Nikki recognized the doubt in his eyes. Could be she’d never earn back his trust, she’d hurt him and Mitch too badly.
Sighing at what she’d done, making no excuses for having been a coward in the past, she lifted her arms as Connor commanded, becoming fully accessible to him and Mitch. They had the authority now.
Her nipples hardened even more, the tips growing all too sensitive, everything inside her pleading for relief.
Use me. Fuck me. In the best way possible, with her nudity sandwiched between theirs, Mitch’s powerful body in front, Connor’s equally strong form behind, their mouths on her neck, lips suckling, tongues licking, their hands… Oh their hands, cupping her breasts and mound, their fingers sinking inside her cunt, preparing her for what was to come, rewarding her for being wet with both of them plunging their stiffened rods inside her at the same time. Mitch in her pussy, Connor in her anus.
They’d take turns in her openings until they were too spent to move, cradling her close, offering comfort. It wouldn’t last. When their strength returned, they’d punish her for past sins, spanking her into new submission. She sure as fuck deserved it, craved it, wanting to be chastised, then mounted again and—
The click of a woman’s heels interrupted Nikki’s lewd thoughts, the sharp taps heading in this direction, the open door.
Mitch’s secretary, a twenty-something beauty with Eurasian features and glossy black hair, entered the room, papers in hand, her beige sheath fitted to her slender figure with an elegance that added to her appeal.
Nikki shot a look at Connor and Mitch. Neither seemed to notice the woman, their attention remained on her nudity. The secretary’s steps didn’t hesitate in the least, as though she’d witnessed this same scene countless times before. Heading for Mitch’s desk, she placed the papers on it.
What could be so important that she’d bring those documents in here now? Was this really work related or personal? Was she curious about what was going on in here because she was dating Mitch?
A pang of envy tore through Nikki, sucking away all of her breath.
With the poise of a runway model, the young woman pivoted and met Nikki’s eyes, her own veiled, hiding whatever she thought. Her actions weren’t as neutral. She took in Nikki’s arms above her head, her uplifted breasts, waxed cunt, parted thighs, her expression judging her, just like the girls in high school.
She was dating Mitch. Bitch.
With a serene look that bordered on smug, the young woman departed.
Connor stepped closer, catching Nikki off guard, his clean scent so pleasant she longed to snuggle against him, her face to his shoulder, seeking solace. Before she could chance any move, Mitch grabbed his brother’s arm, giving him a look of warning.
For what? Not to touch her? What did Mitch care about that if he and his secretary were involved? Unless Nikki was wrong. If so, didn’t Mitch realize that having his and Connor’s hands on every part of her was precisely what she had to have? Each brother exploring her flesh as they’d never been able to do as teens, reacquainting themselves with her mouth and breasts, exploring new territory they’d earned the right to possess as men.
Warmth poured through Nikki, muddying her thoughts, heightening her senses. She heard their accelerated breathing, smelled their male musk, felt their inner turmoil.
Connor pulled free of Mitch’s grip. With the arrogance of a king viewing a slave, Connor circled her slowly, scrutinizing her nudity, remaining close enough for Nikki to touch or kiss him. She didn’t dare, enjoying this more. Him making her wait for his next move, not knowing what it might be.
Behind her, he paused. Anticipating his directive, Nikki parted her legs a bit more, enjoying the chilled air licking her damp cleft, imagining how her ass looked, the skin pale, not yet bearing the marks of his punishment. Did Connor picture the same, or was he wondering how it would feel to run his fingers down the furrow between her cheeks, separating them to study the tight pink circle of her anus, leaving no part of her free from his inspection?
Holding back a delighted moan, pleased with his continued scrutiny, she focused on Mitch.
He held her gaze longer than she would have guessed, briefer than she desired, before he surrendered and regarded her nakedness once more. Despite the room’s coolish temperature, perspiration dotted his temples. His expression sharpened with predatory interest.
A new rush of moisture bathed Nikki’s cunt, her clit growing more sensitive, pleading for his and Connor’s attention. They weren’t kids anymore, afraid to go beyond kissing and petting. They were adults, free to do as they chose.
Touch me.
Mitch stared at her belly jewelry and then her erect nipples. Connor came around to the front, standing beside his brother. Neither man reached for her.
Damn. Bringing down her arms, Nikki clasped her hands behind her back, her feet still apart, her body exhibited. “Do I pass?” she asked again.
A muscle twitched in Connor’s jaw. He turned to his brother, his earlier indifference returne
d, as though he was back in boss mode. “If it’s all right with you, she can start tonight.”
She stared in surprise, not expecting it. Apparently, neither had Mitch. His expression darkened.
Nikki froze, just as she had in school when she’d caught him watching her with the other kids, ones she hadn’t liked at all. He knew it as well as she had. Even so, there’d been no judgment on Mitch’s face then. No affection either. Just that hard stare.
He was going to say no and tell her to leave.
“It’s either the club or being in one of the films,” she said, desperate to convince him that she needed to do this. “I’m right for your movies too. Aren’t I, Connor?”
He frowned.
Nikki wasn’t cowed. She’d survived her ex, all that bad press and Mitch’s bitch secretary. “I am. So let’s say I do the film too, in addition to the—”
“No,” Mitch interrupted. He grabbed her clothes from the floor, her blouse from the sofa and shoved them at her.
The legs of her capris swung into her thighs. She kept her hands behind her back. “I don’t want your check. I won’t take it.”
“I’m not offering it.” He took her arm, dropping her clothes over it, then went to his desk and pulled out a small metal box. “How much are your parents behind in their payments?”
“Why?”
“How. Much. Nikki?”
She started at the steel in his voice, then mumbled the figure.
Mitch took a thick wad of cash from the box and came around his desk to her.
“Whoa, hold it,” she said. “I don’t want that any more than I did your check.”
“Your parents might.” He offered her the bills, all hundreds. “And don’t worry, it’s an advance on your salary, not a gift. Take it.”
Her hand shook badly enough for him to notice. Mitch folded his fingers over hers, making certain she’d keep the cash. His grip was strong and gentle. Tears stung her eyes, his kindness more than she was entitled to.
“I shouldn’t,” she said.
Ignoring her protest, he went to his desk, returning the metal box to the drawer. “Stop by my secretary’s office on your way out. She’ll have paperwork for you to complete and sign. Be at Wicked at six tonight. I’ll have our manager show you what to do.”
