Impressing the Clients

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Paula's POV

I went down and stood in front of the two sexy men. Marco's still naked on the couch, surely never moved from our last position, only a throw pillow was covering his delicious cock. Mason sat on the other end, his shirt was unbuttoned completely showing his fucking sculpted chest and abs.

"I'm going to the beach and see my friends," I told them, they both looked pissed at me, probably thinking I won't be back soon. "I'll be back before lunch," I added to calm themselves. I didn't want to pissed them off, Only God knew what they'll do to me if I did. Though, I am tempted to see that.

Both unclenched their jaws. "Good, don't make me drag you down here," Mason answered. I headed for the door not bothering to answer back. "Behave your fucking ass, Paula," Marco warned just as I reached the door. I went out without a word. I might not want to piss them off but I don't want to fucking kiss their ass the whole time.

I was not built up to just obey.

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I reached the beach and saw both my friends deep in their drinks for breakfast. "Early drinking sesh, once again," I whispered to myself, ordered one for myself at the bar and went to them.

"Paula!" Kyle hugged me. Jackie raised her glass on me. "So? How was your night?" I asked both of them.

And there they were narrating their fun and wild night. They never outgrew their slutiness.

"He was just so fucking rough, I fucking loved it!" Kyle said as he described his night with Carter. "My man made me fucking scream his name in ecstasy!" Jackie also described hers with another new found man last night.

"Too bad, Paula's all vanilla with Ian," Jackie teased knowing my history with men who tried to be dominant. She knew it wasn't my stuff. What she didn't know was I'm a fan now.

"The twins looked like they wanted it rough," Kyle commented. They both laugh. Okay, let's see their reaction when I tell them.

I sipped my glass and said, "they did like it rough." They both stopped laughing, their mouth hung open with what I said.

"You fucked them finally?!" Kyle asked in too high pitch voice. He can't contain his happiness for me. Jackie was jumping in joy in her seat. "My slutty Paula is back!" She raised her glass once again. Kyle and I joined in, we were all squealing and laughing.

I told them the night with Mason and the morning with Marco.

"Can you film it?" Jackie asked happily. "Fuck you, no plans on being a pornstar!" I answered back. "Just wanted to see how big they are," Kyle whispered against his drink.

"Huge. They both worn my mouth and my pussy out," I said casually, "I used to not like the 'dominant' stuff, but I fucking loved it when they are to me. Strange."

"So you're staying here with us and the fucking sex gods here in this place?" Kyle asked hopefully. I shook my head sideways, "nothing's changed. I'm still going home after tomorrow," I answered him, he clearly showed disappointment. "But I thought you loved fucking them, why go back?" He continued to ask.

"Honey, Ian's waiting for me. This is just a short-lived, crazy, full-of-nasty-stuff fling. That's all this is. I still love Ian, I just have to live with guilt when I get back to Canada," I answered him. They were both dumbfounded, disappointed that I won't be staying with them.

"Hey, now! Don't fucking ruin my last two days at the beach, bitches!" I drank my glass and they both laughed.

The rest of our time at the beach was fun.

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Soon, a man only in his shorts approached me, "Ms. Santiago, Mr. Davidson wanted you to come for lunch now." Ahh, must be one of the disguised guards. I nodded.

"More like Mr. Davidson wanted you as his lunch now," Jackie teased.

"Drinks later after dinner?" I stood up, finishing my last glass.

"Only if you can still walk," Kyle wriggled his brows.

I laughed and turned to walk away. "I'll come crawling if I have to," I answered back at him loud enough. They both laughed.

Now, what's gonna fucking happen.

"They're at the back porch, ma'am," the man at the front door greeted me as I entered.

I slipped out to the porch and saw my both topless men at the outdoor table just beside the pool, waiting for me. Oh, fuck yes.

"Good, you didn't wait for me to drag you," Mason looked up at me and ate his lunch. "Eat now before we change our minds and do something else," Marco smirked at me.

I sat down with them and ate. "First, we want to know if you're really up for this," Mason spoke out of nowhere. "Up for what?" I asked as I was slicing my meat.

"Both of us," Mason answered simply. I was stopped at slicing and looked at both of them. Wow, they're looking so serious and business-y. Like they're offering me a deal that I can't fucking refuse.

Am I really up for this? I asked myself the same question.

"Yes?" I answered not sounding sure. I had been fantasizing both of them but literally having them both was whole fucking different story.

"You don't seem so sure, love," Marco commented. "I'm not sure if I can handle you both. I never had two at a time. I might not live up to your certain standards," I babbled, showing them I was nervous.

"Standards?" Mason asked and laughed at me, "you were on our minds the moment we met you. You filled us with fantasies of fucking you senseless. You were fucking exceptional last night, and I'm sure Marco agrees with me, seeing your little show this morning."

"All you have to do is submit," Marco was eyeing me hungrily. Mason stood up and moved around the table to sit beside me.

"Two things," Mason sat, faced me and raised two fingers in the air, "terms and safe word."

"Wha—," I was about to ask but Mason's fingers were on my lips. "First, terms: sir or daddy only. You do not call us by name," he said as his fingers caressed my lips.

"Second, we won't be gentle, love," he ran his fingers down my chin and around my jaw, "give us a safe word to tell us we're being too much," he wrapped his long fingers around my neck and squeezed.

"If you don't set a safe word, we'll assume everything's on the table," Marco chimed in as I was held in my seat, being choked by his twin. I was so fucking turned on right now and thinking of a safe word was so fucking hard.

Mason's grip became more tighter. My hands naturally tried to pull his grip from me but he only made it tighter.

"Safe. Word," Mason whispered against my ear. "Please," I gasped begging for him to release me. "You can't use a very common word during sex," Marco watched me his eyes were full of lust.

I can't breathe anymore. C'mon, Paula think.

"Cotton Candy."

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