She continued to massage the knots out of his bulging muscles, reveling in the feel of searing skin against her slick fingertips. She gripped the massive width of his shoulders and worked the pads of her fingers into his malleable flesh. After half an hour, she told him to roll over. Dominic obeyed without question, turning onto his back. He took a deep cleansing breath, as his ripped chest lifted up off the table like a rooster fluffing its feathers. But it was what Calliope noticed as her eyes wandered below his waist that got her blood pumping even faster through her veins. His thick, rigid cock stood erect, popping a tent beneath the pristine white bed linen. She’d seen it happen a million times with customers, but never had it affected her like it had with Dom.
Calliope pulled away. She touched the back of her hand to her lips, capturing the drool that threatened to drip from her mouth onto his oil-soaked bicep.
“Done with the massage?” he asked. “Good. I’m eager to negotiate the next part of our business arrangement. And from the look on your face, so are you.”
“What’s there to discuss? According to the paperwork, you paid an extra hundred dollars for a blow job.” Again, Calliope felt flushed, her cheeks burning up.
“That’s where you’re mistaken, honey,” said Dom, rubbing the palm of his hand over his five o’clock shadow. “I paid for oral sex. Not a blow job. In fact, I was very specific in that regard.”
Calliope crinkled her eyebrows in confusion. “I don’t understand.”
Dominic let out a rip-roaring burst of laughter. Then his expression turned serious. He stared down at her with hungry eyes. He gawked at the bountiful cleavage exposed by her low-cut ensemble and groaned the same way Calliope had when she first saw him in all his naked glory. “I’ll give you a clue. Never once did I indicate that I’d be the one on the receiving end.”
Calliope swallowed hard, a lump at the back of her throat leaving her speechless. Her voice raw and gravely, she tried to protest. Although before she could utter a single word, he’d turned the tables on her. Literally. Dominic flipped Calliope over on top of the massage table, his hulking frame crowding her personal space. He reached between them and untied the red silk bow that kept her kimono intact. Her round, full breasts sprang from the gown, their puckered peaks visible through the translucent bodice of her black lace bra.
Dominic squeezed her firm bosom and rolled one hardened nipple between his thumb and index finger. A moment later, he leaned in and whispered in Calliope’s ear.
“I can smell your arousal. I can’t wait to taste you.” Dominic’s heated breath skated across the flesh of Calliope’s exposed shoulder, making her shiver at the touch.
“This was not our agreement,” Calliope said, trying to push away from the girth of his impressive frame.
“I beg to differ,” Dominic replied, shaking his head in disapproval. “For someone who spends most of her time showing others how to relax, you’re entirely too uptight. Lie down and let me help you blow off some steam.” His hand pushed back, pinning her slender form against the white sheets. With her kimono in complete disarray, he had full view of every nook and cranny of her near-naked body. The only articles of clothing still left were her matching bra and thong. By the ravenous expression on his face, those last modicums of her modesty would soon end up in a heap on the cold, stone tile.
Starting at her bare feet, Dominic stroked and kneaded her stiff joints, releasing the flow of blood from her cramped muscles. As he moved past her calf and over her shapely thigh, Calliope felt her blood begin to flow, rushing to engorge her sensitive, needy sex. Her clitoris throbbed as it swelled with her life essence. Goose bumps broke out all over her body. Her thighs parted of their own volition, eager to offer him a sample of her feminine fruit.
Dominic seemed more than happy to oblige. He removed her thong, then lowered his head, lashing against her pussy lips with bold, lustful strokes. With two fingers, he thrust into her womb, pumping hard and fast. At the same time, he sucked the tip of her clitoris into his mouth until she felt the crest of her orgasm break. Calliope’s juices pooled in the center of his hand, then soaked the thin cotton material underneath her bottom.
“Your turn,” Calliope said as she tried to sit up. Dominic wasn’t having it. He placed his palm against her flat stomach to keep her still. He looked into her half-mast gaze, his own orbs stormy and bloodshot.
Wait a minute. Something’s not right. The white parts of Dominic’s eyes weren’t red. On the contrary, his pupils and retinas had turned a deep crimson, glowing bright in the candlelit room.
All of the sudden, Calliope felt dizzy, almost drunk. Her thoughts seemed jumbled as if she were trapped in a thick, low-lying fog. Through the haze, she spied Dominic’s maniacal grin and the flash of what appeared to be a pair of razor-sharp fangs. Shaking her head to clear the cobwebs, Calliope watched him as he sank his canines into the tender flesh of her thigh.
Helpless to bring herself out of her drunken stupor, she sat back on her elbows and let Dominic suction the blood from her leg. She heard the liquid course through her veins, its thrum rumbling in her ears. A slow, burning heat traced a path through her bloodstream before it stopped at the apex of her sex, setting off a rainstorm of epic portions in her womb. Slippery moisture dripped down the slope of her pussy, dribbling into the corners of the vampire’s mouth.
Vampire? Was that what Dominic was? Calliope stared at him in shock, still unable to move as he removed his lips from her flesh. His tongue darted out to swipe across the twin pinpricks still oozing with blood. She felt her skin tingle under his touch, only to realize once he pulled away that the bite had almost completely healed.
“It’s okay,” Dominic said, covering her exposed skin and adjusting the red silk kimono back into place. “I’d never hurt you.”
Drowsy and weak from the loss of blood, Calliope nodded her head.
“I figured as much.”
Dominic smiled, then grabbed his clothes and put them on without muttering another word. Calliope weaved in and out of consciousness. She felt him plant a kiss to her forehead. He set a hundred dollar bill on the edge of the sink before he turned and slipped out the door.
Chapter Four
Double Trouble
Beau heard the creak of the door and stood up straight from his slouched position against the wall. He turned his head as Dominic exited Calliope’s work area, a schoolboy grin plastered across his handsome features.
“Thanks for keeping a look out. I think I wore her out. You might want to help her to bed and let her get some rest,” Dominic said, patting him on the back before he showed himself out. Beau wasn’t sure what to make of his gesture. Was the bastard being condescending? Was he trying to rub in the fact that he’d gifted Calliope with not one, but two earth-shattering orgasms?
Yes, it was true. Beau had been eavesdropping. Even if he hadn’t been, the whole damn neighborhood must have heard her cries. For the last twenty minutes, his ear had been glued to the door, listening with bated breath to his exquisite roommate’s pleasure-filled moans and groans. But that was nothing new. As her roommate, he’d seen her shack up with plenty of men. Truth be told, Beau had been tracking Calliope’s every move since the moment he spied her across the room in ninth grade World History.
Beau was in love with Calliope. Always had been. He’d dropped several not-so-subtle hints over the years, but each time she shot him down. After so many rejections, Beau’s fragile ego couldn’t take it anymore. The last time he tried to confess his true feelings, it had turned into a complete disaster.
Beau had gotten rip-roaring drunk and come on to her, planting a wet, sloppy kiss to Calliope’s reticent lips. Once she refused his advances, he’d gotten angry and belligerent. He spouted off some pretty hateful remarks about her wanton promiscuity, then told an innocent white lie to protect his battered self-esteem. He never expected Calliope would believe it. Unfortunately, she had and that simple untruth had come back to bite him in the ass over and over again.
Beau wasn�
�t gay. Sure, he’d engaged in a handful of threesomes with heterosexual couples and gotten frisky with a few men in the process. But gay? No way! However, once he told the lie, he ended up having to make up one story after the other to cover his tracks.
Beau sighed, then peeked through the slit in the door. In the dim candlelight, he found Calliope asleep, resting peacefully atop the massage table. He opened the door slowly and tiptoed across the room. As gentle as possible, he lifted her lithe body into his arms and carried her to her bed. Beau set her down on the smooth satin comforter, her burgundy tresses flared out over the edge of the king-size pillow. Damn if her hair wasn’t sexy as hell. It was by far her best asset. He wanted to run his hand through it, but he didn’t want to wake her up. Instead, his fingers reached out to caress the soft skin of her cheek with feather-light strokes. She was so beautiful, he had to bite down on his bottom lip to keep himself in check.
Calliope Handler would no doubt be the death of him.
****
Business continued to blossom for the Queen of Happy Endings. A few months into her endeavor, Calliope had already earned more than she had in almost a year at Bella Faccia. With a host of loyal customers, her appointment book stayed full between the hours of ten in the morning and four in the afternoon. Those were the hours her married clients could slip away undetected, still able to fulfill their duties coaching soccer or baseball and shuttling kids back and forth to a variety of extra-curricular activities.
By far, Calliope’s favorite client was Dominic Trevino. He kept a standing appointment every Tuesday at seven o’clock. Initially, she was taken aback by the fact that he was a vampire. But once he sank in fangs into her flesh, and Calliope experienced the sense of euphoria that came over her when he drank her blood, her anxiety subsided. The adrenaline rush alone was enough to make her overlook his true nature. When it came to knowing how to satisfy a woman, Dominic turned out to be a slugger, knocking it out of the ballpark every time. Whether he used his mouth or his cock, Calliope always ended up with a smile on her face. In fact, she often felt guilty after their appointments, feeling as if she should be the one paying Dominic for his services. Nonetheless, he always left her a hefty tip and a couple of orgasms to tide her over until his next visit.
Of course, Calliope couldn’t keep the juicy details of their titillating liaisons to herself. She had to share them with her best friend. Right? Much to her chagrin, Beau didn’t seem the least bit interested in girl talk. In fact, he remained rather aloof as she spilled her guts, coughing up all the nitty-gritty specifics about her sexual interludes with Dominic. He didn’t even flinch when she told him her lover was a vampire. Calliope was a tad disappointed with the way Beau simply shrugged off her obvious excitement. His lackluster show of enthusiasm made her want to beat him to a bloody pulp.
Calliope didn’t have much time to flesh out the evil plot against her best friend. Before long, seven o’clock rolled around and she heard the doorbell ring. The familiar flutter of butterflies swirled around in her stomach. Her palms began to sweat as nerves got the better of her, overstimulated by fantasies of what was to come. She sat in the chair by the massage table, listening as Beau and Dominic exchanged pleasantries. As soon as she heard his voice, her womb clenched as it readied itself for his sensual assault.
Dominic entered the room and right away started to undress. His gaze locked on Calliope. She stared back. Her lover’s eyes danced from left to right, mimicking the shape of her voluptuous curves in a standoff of unbridled sexual intent. Calliope’s mouth went dry and she licked her parched lips, letting him know that she was starved. Desperate for his touch.
Dominic let out a feral growl, then reached for Calliope, yanking her to his side. It seemed that a massage was the last thing on his mind. Without preamble, his mouth descended on hers, their tongues dueling in a fierce, hedonistic battle of wits. Dominic jerked the robe off her shoulders and released the clasp of her bra, then shoved her back against the massage table.
Calliope watched his brown orbs shift, changing colors before her eyes. While his mouth continued its invasion, she felt his incisors protract. Inadvertently, they grazed the ridge of her lower lip. She tasted blood and felt Dominic’s claws dig into the flesh of her shoulder. He ripped off her panties with his free hand and tossed them to the ground. Then he grabbed his cock by its base, rubbing the head up and down Calliope’s slick entrance.
“Dom, please. Fuck me!” Her hoarse voice whispered into his chest.
His movements ceased. His shaft remained pressed firm against her throbbing clitoris as if contemplating her request. “No need to rush, baby. We can take it slow. I’ve got all night.”
“No,” Calliope protested, pushing against his cock until her folds parted like a flower in bloom. “I can’t wait. I need to feel you inside me. Now!”
Dominic didn’t seem to need any further incentive. He thrust inside her, his shaft buried to the hilt. His balls slapped against her plump ass over and over, the sound ringing in her ears. At the same time, he raised his head and sucked her ripe areola into the recesses of his hot, wet mouth. Then his fangs sank into the flesh on the underside of her bosom and he drank his fill.
Calliope screamed as the suction from his lips made her pussy convulse, releasing a torrent of spasms that set fire to her libido. Her entire body shook as the raging inferno inside burned out of control. After several minutes the effects began to subside. She closed her eyes and rested her head on the table, completely drained of energy.
****
From the slight crack in the doorway, Beau had seen everything. He heard his best friend’s cries of pleasure and watched Dom pummel her with his cock. With one hand, Beau made a fist, shoving his hand in his mouth in order to keep from moaning out loud. The other hand was busy stroking his rock-hard erection. His eyes were glued to the two lovers, unable to look away. Although when he saw Calliope’s body quiver under Dom’s masterful touch, he couldn’t help but join in on the festivities.
Beau pushed the door open wider and passed the threshold, careful to walk on the balls of his feet so that he wouldn’t startle them. Calliope’s back was against the massage table, her eyes shut tight. Dominic spied him first from the corner of his eye, but continued to work his member at a quick, even tempo inside her pussy. As he approached the table, Beau put his finger to his lips, urging the vampire to remain silent.
Dominic acknowledged him with a nonchalant nod of his head. Before he could chicken out, Beau leaned over Calliope’s body, his heated breath rolling over her sensitive skin. He watched her shiver and squirm. Still, she kept her eyes closed. It wasn’t until Beau’s tongue darted out to lick her succulent nipple that Calliope’s eyes finally opened.
When she realized who it was, Calliope tilted her head to the side as if confused. Her forehead wrinkled as she looked up at him, the expression on her face akin to one of a mother ready to scold her child for misbehaving. Although Beau ignored her. He captured her hardened peak between his puckered lips once more. This time, she cursed under her breath and drew him closer to her heaving breast.
Down below, Beau heard Dominic’s animalistic roar, then saw him pull out from the shelter of Calliope’s womb. His cock pulsated against their lover’s flat belly, jerking about haphazardly. Beau lifted his head from her bosom, afraid he might get caught in the crossfire. Dom cried out again, moments before hot semen shot out of the tip of the vampire’s shaft, frosting her abdomen with a thick layer of seed.
All of a sudden, Calliope turned on her side and propped herself up on one elbow. Then she wrenched on the collar of Beau’s shirt and dragged him into her embrace, her kiss rough and demanding. She grabbed hold of his tussled hair and tangled her fingers in its shaggy length. Dominic came around to Calliope’s right side, sat on the edge of the massage table next to her head, and murmured in her ear. He spoke loud enough for Beau to hear.
“Calliope, turn over onto all fours,” Dominic said, smacking her bare ass. First, she wince
d, but then she groaned and obeyed his command.
Still seated on the end of the table, Dom snatched her by the back of the hair, urging her head toward his rigid shaft. Calliope’s tongue slithered out, lapping up the last drop of semen from his recent ejaculation. Then, he lowered her further, forcing her to accept the entire length of his shaft between her lips.
At the same time, Beau moved around behind Calliope and climbed on the back of the table. He unzipped his jeans and let his cock spring free. Its expansive girth brushed against the tender skin that separated her pussy and ass, eliciting a loud moan. Buried deep inside her mouth, Dom reared up slightly off the cushions as the thrum that had initiated at the back of Calliope’s throat caused him to buck. While the two of them were distracted, Beau took advantage of the moment, sinking his erection into her sex with a single, purposeful thrust. He fucked her hard and fast, digging his fingers into her hips to quicken the pace. When he felt his seed gather at the base of his shaft, he pushed past her barriers one last time. Beau shouted Calliope’s name as she clamped down hard, milking him of every ounce.
The three of them collapsed on top of the massage table, their breathing shallow and labored. Liquid from their sweat-soaked skin intermingled, while other bodily fluids flowed free and uninhibited.
Calliope turned over onto her rear and sat sandwiched between her two lovers. She looked left, then right, her beaming smile proof that she was pleased as punch with their performance.
“Well, wasn’t that a nice surprise. Same time next week?”
Chapter Five
Three’s Company
Before turning in for the night, Calliope decided to straighten up her work area. She put away the massage oil and changed the sheets on the table, humming a happy tune as she went. When she picked used towels up off the floor and tossed them into the laundry basket, she noticed something shiny and silver on the marble tile. She reached down and scooped it up. A cell phone.
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