by R. S. Smith
“Danny did,” said Renée, “and he paid the price all night long,” she added with a wicked chortle. “Joanna, you're a nice lady and we enjoy chatting like this with you. If anything more is going to happen, it's up to you to take some initiative. If not, we'll socialize like this through dinner, then say good-night and go.”
“Really? You're willing to do that for me?”
“Yes, but as I said earlier, Laura will be asking for a report. You want us to have a more interesting evening to tell her about than that, right?”
“Yes, that's very right. I don't know what you want me to do. You did say nice and slow.”
“Slow is good, but not glacial, hon. I feel hurt you don't like my gift. You left it in its box,” she said, trying to help out with a subtle hint.
“I like it, it's very nice. Oh, I see what you mean. Let me go get it out.”
The wine was beginning to have the desired effect. She was loosening up and feeling a bit giddy.
She held it up in front of her to see if the size was right. “What do you think?”
“It's too hard to tell just holding it like that.”
“Well, um, I think I'd like to model it for you both. Would that be okay?”
“Sure, please do.”
“I'll go into the other room and change.”
“Oh, don't go to that much trouble on our account, dear. It's okay if you want to change out here. You're among friends, we don't mind,” said Renée as she glanced over at the closet door to make sure there was a clear view.
“Okay.” She shyly moved to the center of the room. Both guests watched as she struggled to remove her new cocktail dress. It dropped to the floor. Joanna was not yet inebriated enough to continue and stood there still wearing her underwear as she held the sexy garment.
“A bra and panties would look tacky under a see-through, sweetie. I know you will want to model it for us properly.”
Danny watched with particular interest as Joanna bravely undid her bra and let it fall to her feet. “Very nice,” he said.
She quickly slid off her panties, then promptly donned the nightie.
“Okay, let's see how you look in it,” one of them said. “Pretend you're on one of those model's runways and strut your stuff like you want us to buy your product.”
The wine began helping, and she continued sipping it as she paced back and forth, turning around a few times for them as she moved about. “What do you think, Danny?”
“You look really nice, Joanna. I can't tell if it's you or the way the see-through enhances everything. It would be nice if there were some way we could tell for sure.”
“How about you, Renée?” she asked.
“I second what Danny said.”
This time she picked up on the obvious hint and, feeling obliged to accommodate them, timidly said “I could take it off again if you both want to see which way looks better to you.”
“Are you saying you want to model nude for us, dear? If you'd like to, that would help us decide,” said Renée.
“Yes, I'd like to do that for you.” The words seemed forced. They knew it wasn't true, which made their little game all the more wicked.
Danny reached over to the floor lamp and turned the brightness up a notch. “I want to see you better.”
Joanna closed her eyes and winced. It was as if she were wishing it all away. She yielded to the inevitable, removed the nightie and stood naked in front of them.
“Come closer, stand right in front of me, let me get a good look at you. Is this like being au naturel in front of the camera crew?” asked Danny.
“No, it's totally different. There it's always a closed set with a professional environment. This is a little unsettling, the other isn't.”
“You look very nice, Jo. Now turn around for me, let me checkout your backside.”
She did as requested, looking back over her shoulder to see the expression on his face.
He smiled, saying “Some guys are leg men, others judge a woman by her face or her breasts. Personally, I like a woman with a great butt. You have the perfect ass, Joanna, just as I always suspected.”
“Thank you.”
“Put your hands on your knees so I can tell for sure.”
She did, and he leisurely sipped his cocktail as he admired the view.
“Now place the palms of your hands flat on the carpet for me.”
“Good grief!” she said as she complied. Her hair flopped down onto the floor and now she looked up at him upside down from between her legs.
“Good grief? Do you remember the last time you said that to me, Joanna?”
“Yes, we were in that SUV in Colorado and Laura had just introduced us. You made me give you my pantyhose as a gesture of good faith to get my daughter back.”
“Yep, that was fun. This is fun, too.” He took another few relaxing sips of his drink.
“May I straighten up now?” she asked.
“You're making me want you, Jo.”
“It's hard to imagine this view could do that.”
“The view is fine, very fine, but it's your attitude. You're incredibly sexy when you're like this.”
“I am?”
“I'm being selfish. Go indulge Renée now,” he requested.
Renée gave her a thorough once over, also smiled, then said “Do that model walk again, Joanna, I liked that. Remember you're marketing yourself. If you're trying to seduce us, you'll want to make us want you even more than we already do.”
She paced back and forth again for them, this time naked, doing a few more turns along the way, once again sipping her wine for courage.
“When is the last time you behaved like this in front of company, Jo?” asked Renée.
“This is the first.”
“Tell me how it feels parading around nude in your living room, in front of fully clothed dinner guests.”
“It feels awkward. I'm feeling very self-conscious.”
“Awkward and self-conscious work for you. I'm finding it a turn-on,” Renée said. “Where's your daughter? What would she say about all this?”
“She's at a friend's house for the night, thank God! She would be shocked. I'm so glad she's not here tonight; none of this would be happening if she were.”
“Oh, I almost forgot,” said Renée, reaching for her purse. She pulled out Danny's pocket-sized digital camera. “We need to get a few shots of you for Laura. Go sit on Danny's lap.”
“Oh, God, no pictures please! It could ruin my career. I've spent my whole life building it up with a relatively wholesome, girl-next-door image.”
“Okay, hon. It's your party, you're in charge, but Laura seemed fairly adamant about it and she said you'd be okay with it.”
“Laura said that?”
Joanna recalled Laura's earlier threat to kill her if she wasn't cooperative. She also recalled the police commissioner's warning, how ruthless things had gotten for her daughter's abductor when they had severed his manhood, and what the FBI profiler had told her about these people while back in Colorado. She had determined it would be best to accommodate them, to do whatever was asked of her, and then they would all be out of her life forever.
“Well, okay, I guess, but please don't let anyone else see them.”
“Don't worry, Jo, they're just for us and Laura. Now go sit on Danny's lap.” She took a shot of them together. “It looks too staged and bland. We need you more relaxed. I'll go get you some more wine, dear.”
While Renée was busy refilling the glass, Joanna once again peered into Danny's eyes. They exchanged a glance as intense as the one they had shared in Denver. Danny could tell she was ready for more, but he would make her wait for it. Renée returned with the wine.
“Here, now try to loosen up a bit, Jo. Lean back against Danny, sip some wine, put your arm around his neck.” She complied and Renée took a few more pictures. “Better, but still missing something. Open up your legs, try to look slutty.”
As she adjusted the pose, Danny e
ased his finger into her mouth.
“Excellent, nicely suggestive.” She took more photos. “Danny and I both being clothed does seem a little inappropriate. Would you like to undress me, dear?”
“Yes, that would be good.” Joanna went over to her, undid the buttons on her blouse and awkwardly placed a hand on her breast.
“Whoa, girlfriend, not so fast. You need to woo me a little first. Back in Colorado, I was impressed by the way you kissed Laura when we were all together in the SUV. If you're wanting to undress me, I'll need to experience some of that passion first, hon.”
“I'm sorry, this is my first time trying to seduce another woman.”
“I'd like a nice French kiss. I like tongue, lots of tongue.”
Joanna tentatively inched forward as she had with Laura that day, gently embraced her guest, did as requested and continued with the undressing. Soon they were both nude.
“Would you like for us to be bosom buddies, Joanna?”
“Sure.”
“Press your breasts up against mine.”
The two of them embraced again, and the kissing became increasingly intense.
Renée whispered, “You're quite the seductress, dear. You're making me want you, too. It's not about what I want, though. This is your party. What would you like to have happen next?”
“Well, Danny is quite the handsome man. Could all three of us be naked?”
“Sure, that does sound more fun. Go tell him how fine-looking he is. If he plays hard-to-get, play into his ego.”
A few moments later, she knelt in front of his chair, removing his shoes. “Danny, you're certainly a good-looking man. I've never been with a fellow who has a body as well-toned as yours. I appreciate the way you looked in on my sister in the hospital. May I show you a little gratitude, sir?” She reached for his belt and began to loosen it. He grabbed her hand and stopped her.
“What are you doing?”
“Boxers or briefs? A girl has to know.”
“Oh Danny, let her have your trousers. It's the least you can do,” requested his companion.
“Okay, go ahead and take them.”
It wasn't long before all three were naked and Renée asked, “Do you feel more comfortable now?”
“This will take some getting used to. It feels unnatural to me at the moment. It's exhilarating, too, though. I suggest we go eat dinner now, otherwise it may go untouched.”
Everyone agreed and spent mealtime ogling one another and anticipating the final course. Joanna was becoming increasingly distracted by Danny's handsome appearance, strong build and the way he was generously endowed. She stared at him each time he got up to reach for something.
“You made a good dinner for us, Jo,” said Renée. “Thank you so very much. We're certainly indebted to you. What's for dessert?”
“The dessert course will be served in my bedroom. When you two are ready, I'm hoping you'll allow me to escort you there.”
Renée then remembered one of Jessie's requests. She got up from the table and moved over in front of the closet door slats where Jessie could get a clearer view of things. The others followed.
“Joanna, I don't feel like this is what you really want. Maybe Danny and I should go. You're a nice woman, we don't want to take advantage of you.”
She knew Renée didn't mean it. She knew Laura would be checking to see if the debt had been paid and sensed her survival could hang in the balance. “I want this, you guys.”
“It would be easier to believe you if you could be more convincing. Maybe you could get down on your knees and ask.”
She did as suggested, saying, “If you both would be so kind as to follow me to my bedroom, I'll do my best to make you both very happy. If you come with me, I'll do anything you say. Please!”
“So you're begging to have sex with us?”
“Yes, I am.”
“I like you on your knees like this. You're getting me really turned on, Jo,” Renée said, as she moved her naked frame to within an inch of her face. Their eyes locked as Renée ran her fingers through her new friend's hair.
“So you'll stay?” Jo asked.
Renée stalled in answering, as she continued looking down into Jo's submissive eyes, so that her friend in the closet could dwell in the moment.
“Is this desire sincere, or are you begging just because you want to keep Laura happy? We don't want to feel like used sex objects.”
“You saved my little girl, and I promised a sexual bonus. Now you've both gotten me so worked up, I'll do absolutely anything you want! I want this! How can I prove it to you, Renée?”
She moved her fingers from stroking Jo's hair to suggestively toying with her lips and tongue.
“Oh, okay. I need to show more initiative, don't I?” Jo asked.
“Mmmmm, that would be nice, very nice.” A while later, Renée appeared convinced.
“I suspect you've had a lot of lovers, Joanna,” said Danny.
“I make love to all my fans through the big screen, and then I come home alone. I don't want to expose my daughter to that sort of behavior.”
“How long has it been since you've gotten laid, Jo?”
“Years.”
“Oh my God. Are you ready to make up for lost time, hon?” asked Renée.
“You've both gotten me in the mood to be really naughty tonight, really, really naughty. I'm so glad you're both here,” said Joanna.
“Okay, you can take us to bed now, if you're that sure this is what you want.” She thought she could hear a faint noise coming from the closet and wondered if her young friend was having that orgasm.
When Laura had told Joanna about her impending sexual obligation while back in Colorado, she promptly started taking birth control pills. She wasn't sure if they had taken effect yet. When Danny stepped away to refill his drink, she said, “I bought a box of prophylactics the other day, Renée. May I go get them?”
“Oh no, honey. Danny doesn't like to use those things, and we don't see you as a disease risk to us, so you'll just have to take your chances tonight. No contraceptives of any kind allowed, that will make the experience more fun for both Danny and me and more intense for you. That isn't going to be a problem, is it?”
“I guess not.”
Renée leaned closer and whispered, “Danny is normally a gentleman when it comes to such things, so I think it would be best if you made that a specific request. Hearing you forbid him to use one, making yourself so vulnerable just to please me, will be a nice gesture of your desire to accommodate me. It will be an added turn-on! Make it sound sincere. You've been making nice progress this evening with taking some initiative, Jo. When we get into your bedroom, a little more enthusiasm would be nice.”
He returned a moment later, drink in hand.
“Danny, I'll go along with anything you want, but please don't use a condom tonight. It's you I want to feel inside me, not one of those nasty rubber balloons. I promise you I'm disease-free, and it will be much more pleasurable for all of us that way. Okay? Please!”
“Okay, that's up to you, Jo. If you two ladies are finally ready, I know I am.” He clearly was. “Let's get this party started. Joanna, take our hands, lead us to your bed, you naughty girl.”
Renée kept Joanna distracted as Jessica slipped into the bedroom closet to continue observing. She adjusted the brightness of the lamp so that Jess could see better and for the camera, then took a photo of Jo and Danny making love. Danny had amazing endurance, it was one of the things she loved about him. When she sensed he was ready to climax, she switched the little camera to video mode and moved in for a shot of Joanna's facial expression. A while later, the moment was at hand.
“Can you feel him cumming inside you, Joanna?”
Joanna once again winced, grimacing in anxiety of becoming pregnant. “Yes, oh my God, oh geez!” Her pelvis involuntarily lurched upward to meet his.
“We'll let Danny rest up awhile for round two. Don't worry, it won't take long. No rest for you tho
ugh, Jo. It's my turn now.”
The next few hours consisted of non-stop carnal activity. Joanna's moaning could have probably been heard down the block. Her pent up passions and inhibitions were finally being released. Time passed quickly and it was around the third or fourth hour when Renée determined it time to take things up a notch.
“Joanna, you're incredible in bed. You did say anything goes, right?”
“Yes,” she answered in her semi-exhausted state.
“Okay then, Jessie, you can come out now.”
Joanna was aghast to look up and see her daughter standing at the bedside staring down at her. She pulled the sheet over her. Jessie yanked it off, ogling them. Joanna struggled to get up and put on a robe. Danny and Renée held her back.
“I'm glad to see you've been enjoying my friends, Mom. I've been with them, too. I'll be with them again, all summer. If you're nice, I bet they'll invite you to come visit. I just wanted to watch and I have been all night. This reminds me of the time you walked in on my boyfriend and me, only this is much better. I've been having fun watching. It's been a treat to discover you're not the conservative, goody two-shoes you have always appeared to be.”
“Here, kid,” said Renée, handing her the camera. “This is a memorable occasion, one deserving to be immortalized. Take a picture.”
Jessica took several photos of the three naked intertwined bodies, then said, “Now get back to what you guys were doing. Pretend I'm not here.”
“Joanna,” said Renée, “where are your manners?”
“What do you mean?” she asked, feeling most uncomfortable and awkward with the situation.
“Invite her to join us!”
“No, I can't do that. It would be too warped.”
She nudged her out of the bed, saying “Go over to her, persuade her to join us, then undress her for us. Think of it as unwrapping a present. You've done a good job disrobing all of us so far, let's keep it going. Remember, this is your party.”
“Mother, get over here!” barked Jessie.
Jo complied with everyone's request, got up from the bed and went over next to her daughter.
“Mother, these people saved my life! They saved me from a slow, agonizing death, and odds are they probably saved you from one, too. Lionel had bad things planned for both of us! It's not like I'm some ignorant, naïve kid. My high school friends and I have our own sex club called the sixty-niners. Our guests fed and clothed me after the rescue. All they are asking in return is our help in fulfilling a fantasy. They want to both share a mother and daughter sexually at the same time. It's nothing incestuous. We've both already had lots of sex with them, you have no significant-other anyway, and you've obviously been enjoying yourself with both of them all night, so what's the big deal? It will be both of us expressing our appreciation to both of them together. Do it for me if for no other reason,” she requested, as she slipped her hand into her mom's. “Think of it as a sort of mother-daughter bonding if that helps.”
