Impressing the Clients

14

I arrived back at the hotel and went straight to Kyle's room where I know they were waiting for me.

I entered the room, sat slammed myself on the couch, grabbed Kyle's wine glass from his hand and drank all of it.

"Wow, that intense?" Jackie asked. I nodded then I started telling them what happened.

"Girl, I am amazed at how strong you are," Kyle slowly clapping to me, "didn't your knees buckle when they were fighting over you?" He asked.

"My knees almost gave in. I almost gave in. Fucking hell, I don't even know how I mustered all my strength up to refuse both of them," I said as I was pouring wine on my glass. "Honestly, if I were single, I would like to do them both," I admitted before I drank up.

"Then do them both!" Jackie suggested cheerfully. "Jack, I said if I were single," I corrected her.

"Then pretend you're single," she suggested again. "Not gonna risk my 3-year relationship with a 3-month fun with two sex gods, as much as I am tempted to," I said to her. "Besides, Ian is really good in bed, excellent actually, I am sure I'm not missing any fun," I rambled on.

"Also, who knows, if I ever agreed to any of them, they might not get satisfied with me. Clearly they are experts," I blabbed.

Jackie and Kyle looked at me for way too long.

"What?" I asked, no idea what's on their mind. "Honey, did you hear yourself? You were considering it," Jackie said as she sipped her wine. "You started off with 'never gonna happen' and ended with 'I might not satisfy them'," Kyle chimed in.

"Oh, no," I said to myself audibly.

They both watched me as I contemplated the situation I was in. Suddenly, my phone vibrated. I received an text message.

"If I knew Mr. Ty holds an employee so gorgeous as you, I would have torn down this whole damn mansion and have you fucking build it for me," an unknown number flashed, though I know it's gotta be one of the twins.

"It's one of them," I told Jackie and Kyle. They shifted to both my sides and read the message with me.

"Mr. Davidson, please keep this line for work related messages only," I replied. "I'd hate if I have to block a client's contact number," I sent a second message and locked it.

"Girl, he could've gotten your number from our profiles we had given to our clients," Jackie happily said.

"I don't want this!" I complained. Then my phone vibrates again.

"Your client is Mason. Not me. So I'll send whatever I want to, you can block me if you want to. We both know I still can see you at the mansion and I know where you're staying," he replied in dominance.

"I won't reply," I told my friends as I locked my phone again. "Everything I say or do, I'm sure he'll think of a new way to bother me," I said.

"Honey, you're so down," Kyle accused me. "No, I'm not!" I denied.

"Oh, you are, I've known you long enough and saw you around different men to know if you're down or not," Jackie corrected me.

"But I love Ian. I shouldn't feel anything for anyone, right?" I asked them. "You love Ian, no doubt. But the attraction is undeniable, honey. As much as we don't want to contribute to your confusion, we don't want to hold you back either, if you really want to try things," Kyle said.

"Plus, we want to see some action! You've morphed into an old lady since you got in a relationship," Jackie added.

"It's called maturity, bitch," I rolled her eyes at her. And just as she was about to speak, my phone vibrated again.

"Ignore me all you want, doesn't change the fact that I want you," Marco sent a message. "And I'll get what I want eventually," he sent another.

Not gonna reply to that, either.

We stayed at Kyle's room until we emptied the wine. They comforted me, saying that the confusion I'm feeling is just caused by the long-distance with Ian and the persistence of the two delicious British men.

I went back to my room and run myself a cold bath. When I jumped onto my bed, I still felt the squirming between my legs. I need to take care of myself, I figured.

I didn't bother to put some clothes on, I spread myself and went straight to playing with myself. I closed my eyes and I saw the twins. I imagine them on the bed with me. I stopped for a moment, opened my eyes and try to clear out any thoughts about the twins.

I resumed back to playing my clit and this time I closed my eyes and pushed away the twins and try to replace them with Ian. But I can't place the mood right. Something was really wrong with me.

What have they done to me?

I was clenching and torturing myself for too long now so I let my mind drift off to the twins. No harm in just fantasizing them, I'm sure a lot of women do.

"Ahh, fuck, yes," I whispered to myself. Eyes still closed, mind was still onto the twins in between me.

"Tell me, how long have you been wanting us to do this?" Mason asked as he fingered me slowly. I only answered with a moan. "Paula, fucking tell me," he repeated himself. "Since the moment I saw you, ahhh," I answered with a breathy moan.

"Why have you been holding yourself, then?" Marco asked as he paused from circling his tongue around my nipple. "Fuck Marco, I ahh, I wanted to stay out of trouble," I hissed as he popped my nipple from his mouth.

"You're only missing out," Mason said as he started to finger me harder, "don't you wanna play with us for once?" he kept a steady pace of finger fucking. "Ah, fuck! That feels so good, Mason!" I didn't answer him and was practically screaming his name. "Answer him," Marco demanded lightly biting on my nipple and caressing my other breast with his hand. "Oh, my god! I want to, but I can't," I answered almost swallowing my own words.

"How much do you want us?" Marco whispered as Mason picked up his pace, fingering me so hard my hips start to buckle. "So bad, I want you both so bad!" I screamed. "Then cum for us, cream those fingers," Marco ordered and I very much complied.

I came so hard, I creamed my sheets.

I kept my eyes closed, milking every thought of them, fingering myself and riding my high as long as I can.

When I finished, I cleaned myself up and went straight to bed.

My sheets definitely needed laundry.