Impressing the Clients

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Paula's POV

Afternoon.

I woke up from my nap at the pool lounge chair and saw that I was all alone. I put on a white cropped top and some red bikini bottom and went around the whole house and saw I really was alone. Great, I was just a 'fuck and go' for them. Assholes.

Well, Paula, you already knew this before you gave them yourself. Don't make a fucking big deal out of it. I scolded myself for feeling sensitive.

I dialed Kyle, he answered almost immediately, "hey, wanna come over and tend the minibar here at our place?" I asked. "Say no more, I'll go pick up Jackie," he said and hanged up.

Few minutes later, they arrived but the guard at the front door insisted they can't come in without the twins' permission. I went out and tapped on the shoulder of the guard, "Oliver right?" I asked. He only nodded. "Well, you either let them in or I'll fucking go out with them. Choose one," I crossed my arms and waited for his answer. "But ma'am, no one can come in without their permission," he reasoned. "Okay," I replied, "we're going out," I turned to my friends and started walking out the front porch. "Ma'am, wait!" He grabbed my wrist and I scowled at his grip on me. He quickly retracted his hand from me, "sorry, please stay. They wanna get back and see you safe here. That was a direct order," he bowed his head. I suddenly felt bad for being rude, he's just doing his job.

I guided my friends in and turned back to Oliver, "hey," he looked at me. "I'm sorry for being rude, I'm just not used to people telling me what to do and guarding my every move. I know you're just doing your job," I told him sincerely. He gulped a lump in his throat. I smiled at him, "now, be a good boy and call in a bartender. We're drinking at the back," I closed the front door before he can even reply.

We went out to the back. "Wow, perks of being a whore to two billionaires," Jackie commented as she wander her eyes around the backyard. I laughed and shrugged, "can't blame them, honey. You know I'm delicious." We all laughed.

Soon, the bartender came in. Of course, it's a girl. They won't let another man near me, possessive perverts. We got each our drinks and walked to the pool.

"I fucked them both after we had lunch," I told them casually as we walked down the stairs in the pool. They both cheered and clinked their glasses. "I'm just so fucking pissed that they left me alone here like some toy they finished playing with," I said annoyed. "But honey, you are their toy and so are they to you," Kyle talked. "Wow, thanks Kyle," I rolled my eyes, way to comfort a friend.

"Hey, don't take it the wrong way! Your mind is too clouded of sexual stuff, you didn't understood what I said," he scolded me. I stayed silent and let him finish whatever he's saying. "If they can play with you, you can too. You can make them squirm, make them feel sexually frustrated as well," he sipped his drink. It took me a few seconds to fully understood what he just said. "Paula, fucking them makes you dense. That's not good for you," Jackie teased. "Shut up!" I spat at them.

We drank and danced for a few hours.

Then they came back. "They're here, time to play, Paula," Jackie whispered as she and Kyle looked down when Mason spoke.

I walked up to him and toyed with him. With not much patience, he kissed me. That's right, I can have you anytime I want.

I didn't care if my friends see us, they've seen me make out with other guys before. This was nothing new to them.

Of course, Marco won't let himself get left behind. He pulled me into his arms as well and kissed me. Our tongue swirled in sync. They're just so fucking good kissers. But we had to cut our little show short, apparently they planned dinner for us.