Impressing the Clients

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Mason's POV

No way in fucking hell that I let her go back to that fucking loser. No fucking way. She's mine.

It's true that we both don't intend to initiate a relationship with her but she deserved more than that guy. She deserved more than us.

I checked my phone and saw a text from Oliver, "sir, her friends came over. She insisted I let them in or she'll go out with them. She called for a bartender to come and they drank at the pool." Another drinking session of Paula Santiago, great. The last thing we wanted was for her to be drunk. I wanted her to be fucking sober and remember everything we'll do to her.

"How about you introduce her to me and let's have some dinner by the restaurant tonight?" Clint asked as he let us out his cabin, pulling me out of my thoughts.

We both turned to him as we reached the front door and I answered, "Sure, we'll bring her friends as well."

"See you tonight," Marco bid and walked away. I just nodded at Clint and followed Marco.

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We came back to the house hearing loud music coming from the back. Marco and I shared a look, she better not be fucking drunk right now. We head straight to the back and saw the three of them dancing at the tub with their glasses raised. My girl was wearing a plain cropped white tank top and red bikini bottom. Her ass cheeks ate up the fabric between and the water soaked her white top, her nipples were seen through the fabric. So fucking delicious.

Marco went to the minibar and grabbed a glass of whiskey.

"You didn't tell me you're having a party," I interrupted their bubble. Jackie and Kyle lowered their head down but my feisty little girl just looked at me and smiled. "I got bored," she stepped out the tub and came to me, "I was lonely."

Was she fucking seducing me? In front of her friends?

"Don't play with me, Paula," I warned her and grabbed her ass harshly, digging my nails into her smooth skin, "you don't want them to see how I'll make you scream."

Her friends stayed seated in the tub, watching their friend flirt with me.

"What if," she tipped her toes trying to come closer to my face, "I want to play," she whispered. My grip on her ass tightened, my cock awakened. "Hmmm, little Mason here wants to play as well," she cupped my growing cock. "Little?" I asked.

"Yes, little," she smugly said. She's fucking testing me. I clenched my jaw trying to suppress my hunger fo her. "Daddy, why so stiff?" She whispered.

That's it.

"Doesn't seem little to you when I can easily reach the back of your throat with it," I smashed my lips onto hers which she received open mouthed. She moaned loud, not a fucking care that we have an audience. At the corner of my eye, I can see her friends giggling and holding out their phones to record us. If she's fine by it, then a show it is. I caressed her fucking thick ass and my tongue played with hers.

Marco came and stood beside us with his whiskey on his hand while we made out. His attention was onto Paula's friends. And they both saw Marco watching what they were doing, they just shrugged and continued filming us.

"Go home and get dressed," Marco told them, "dinner on us at the restaurant by the beach in an hour." I turned Paula to the side so she's in between us. I detached my lips from her and Marco grabbed her face to kiss her. She gladly kissed him back with lips still wet from our kiss.

I turned to her friends, "Unless, you want to watch us," I teased.

"Oh, no thanks," Jackie smiled as she and Kyle stepped out of the tub and grabbed their towels.

"Save some energy for dinner, Paula," Kyle joked, "we don't wanna see you looking like a vegetable later." They both laughed as they passed us.

"See you both at dinner," I greeted them as they exited. Paula didn't even bother to bid her friends goodbye. So fucking eager for us.

"You wanted a fucking show for your friends?" I grabbed her breasts and kneaded forcefully. "Ahh! I don't fucking care, I just wanted you both," she moaned out once Marco lowered his lips down to her neck.

"You can't have us if you're drunk," I whispered in her ear, "we want you to remember everything we'll do to you." She bit her lip as Marco rubbed her clit against her underwear. "I'm not drunk, I'm hungry," Paula looked at me, her eyes screaming to be fucked, "but not for food."

My fucking boner hurts. My cock wanted to be inside her now especially now she's asking for it. But we have dinner with other people. The earlier we start dinner, the faster we finish and have our delicious creamy dessert.

"Too bad, you'll have to wait," Marco said as we both detached from her. She let out a frustrated sigh, she clearly want to get pounded right now.

That's right, yearn for us.

After an hour, we were all dressed for casual dinner. Paula wore a white bralette tied to a knot in between her breasts and a floral overlap mini skirt. She was fixing herself in front of the mirror. "Are you trying to get fucked at dinner?" I asked her from behind her ear as I hiked up her skirt exposing her thong. "If you can't wait after dinner, I'm not stopping you," she answered invitingly, looking at me through the mirror.

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Dinner.

We arrived at our table before everyone else. Paula chose her seat and we both naturally sat on either side of her. "Why did you fucking wear this?" I heard Marco whispered against Paula's ear and cupped her breast. She bit her lip and answered, "because I always wear what I want." I joined in and reached for her pussy, "Do you wear this piece of clothing to get fucked? Is that what you want?" I asked her. She just nodded and breathed out heavily by our touch, trying to suppress a moan in a public place.

"Why are you holding back, love? I thought you don't mind others watching," I teased as Marco sucked her neck and I circled my fingers on her clothed clit. "Ready your ass tonight, love. I'm gonna fuck you for teasing us with your choice of clothing," Marco said against her neck while I kissed her jaw.

"Good thing you picked a semi-private spot, or people will want to watch all the way through your little show," Clint talked as he stood in front of us. Marco and I unlatched ourselves for Paula. She immediately pulled her skirt down and looked down embarrassed.

"Clint Quinn," he reached out his hand to Paula. She stood up, reached for his hand and introduced herself, "Paula Santiago. I didn't know anyone else was coming aside from my friends, I'm sorry about what you saw."

"No need to apologize, Paula. I knew these men so well, they aren't civilized," Clint joked to which Paula laughed loudly. Almost sounded insulting to me. Clint sat in front of me and he just smirked at my brother and I.

I knew he's gonna try to piss us off in front of Paula.

"So Paula, I heard you're going back to Canada tomorrow night," Clint initiated to talk as he poured himself a whiskey while we wait for Jackie and Kyle. Paula only nodded. "You're leaving the twins behind? I don't think that's a good idea, seeing they're very fond of you," he teased. "Oh, they're big boys, I'm sure they can handle themselves when I'm gone," she answered smiling brightly.

Before Clint can go further with his banters, Kyle and Jackie came. "Hey guys!" Kyle greeted us. Clint turned to see Paula's friends and one look I already knew, he got it bad for Jackie. Just like the way I looked at my girl when I met her. Kyle introduced himself and Jackie to Clint. Jackie looked stunned as well. Looked like it's time for me to tease him.

I looked at Marco and he totally understood what was happening as well.

"Clint, let the lady take her seat and stop ogling," Marco cut their intense eye contact.

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