Marcus gets to know some of the girls a little better.
Wednesday 2:17 pm
“How much do you think Ashlee will spend?” I asked as Chloe, Erin and I rode the elevator up to the room I would be staying in.
“Fuck if I know,” Erin said, leaning against the wall next to me as she tapped away at her phone. “I’ve always seen her with some of the most expensive shit. Her dad’s probably never told her no in her life.”
After landing, we were greeted by a limo Erin had arranged, which took us to our hotel - The Falls. According to Erin, the luxurious casino hotel experience was so sought-after that there was a waiting list.
Well, there was a waiting list for the loser millionaires, anyway. When one of the elite with three commas called, they jumped to the front of the line. She secured the best room in the house for our stay, and it only cost some oil tycoon from one of the Dakotas their Friday and Saturday night. At first, I felt bad, but Erin assured me the manager would take care of the man. She also said that he probably hunted seals and wasn’t that great of a person anyway.
Ashlee, Emily, Natashya, and I were shown around the casino while Erin handled lunch, and then we all sat down to a delicious spread of tapas. It was one of the best meals I had ever eaten apart from anything Joel had made during his short time as my temporary chef. As we ate, Ashlee, Emily, and Natashya animatedly discussed all the shopping available and made plans to get a closer look. I was invited, but after having a marathon round of sex with Helen and Bobbi the night before, sleeping four hours, and then joining the mile-high club on the way here with a hot tub threesome, I was tired. Fortunately, none of them seemed bothered by my opt-out, especially when I loaned them the two Johns for the afternoon. That left me with Erin, Chloe, Ray, and another agent I’d never seen before. It turned out his name was Jon. I made a mental note to ask Ray how he felt about not being a part of the J-club.
The plan was for the ladies to go shopping while I stayed at the hotel, where I planned on doing some doom scrolling, grabbing a little nap, and seeking out a massage. We agreed to meet in the lobby at six to do a little gambling and take some of the Vegas nightlife.
“Have you ever met Roger?” I asked, watching the number rapidly climb as we approached the top floor. The best rooms always seemed to be at the top.
“No,” Erin answered my question as the elevator doors opened. “I didn’t know Erin that well. I hadn’t met Helen until applying for this job.”
I removed my card from the reader as I led the way into yet another full-floor living space. This was much different than my apartment, however. A large, indoor pool took center stage in this common space surrounded by palm trees and luxurious-looking furniture. It even had a slide and a waterfall flowing down a rock wall built into one side of the pool.
The suite had two floors, unlike my apartment, which had three. The second had a large kitchen and dining area. The entire back wall of the apartment was transparent and showed a gorgeous view of Las Vegas. I couldn’t wait to see it at night.
“Jesus Christ,” I said.
From just behind me, Chloe gave an impressed whistle.
“I’ve stayed in some nice hotels,” Erin muttered, “but this…” She looked up at me and grinned. “I hit the jackpot with this job.”
“Yeah. We all hit the jackpot,” I responded, still taking in the room’s ridiculous level of luxury. We all stared in complete silence for several heartbeats.
“So, the manager gave me the layout of this place. Here, let me show you to your room,” Erin said and led the way down a spacious hallway on the right with tall ceilings. She stopped at the first door she reached and turned to look at me. This is it.”
“Cool,” I sighed as I ran my fingers through my hair. “I might take a little nap first.” I looked her up and down, “You interested in joining me?”
She gave me a smile slightly tainted with regret. “I would, but I have a conference call with Helen and Chandler soon. They’re doing an informal introduction with some of the more prominent members of the VistaVision board.”
“Do I need to be on that call?” I asked
She shook her head. “No. I’ll be working with them a lot, so they need to get to know me, and I’ll be setting up a formal intro for you when we get back. Hopefully, I can glean some useful information to prep you to meet them.”
“Oh,” I said a little disappointed. I wasn’t interested in napping alone when I had come with four ladies, and with Erin out, that left me with no other options since three of them were out shopping and I doubt Chloe wanted to spoon. “Okay, well I’ll just nap by myself then.”
Erin grinned at me, leaned in close, lifted herself on her toes, and pressed her lips to mine in a sweet kiss. “I promise,” she said once the kiss had ended, “I’ll make it up to you somehow.”
I grinned back down at her. “I’m gonna hold you to that.”
“Good,” she said. “Enjoy yourself.”
Something about how she said it struck me funny, and I furrowed my eyebrows. She simply winked, gave me another swift kiss on the cheek, and then headed back the way we came.
I glanced at Chloe, who was tracking Erin’s departure with a raised eyebrow. She looked back and gave me a questioning look.
I shrugged, opened the door, and gasped at a scaled-down version of the room we first encountered. It had a massive tub set into the ground with a large stone wall artfully broken away to make it look like part of a ruin. Fancy shower heads and nozzles decorated it, offering anyone countless ways to access warm water. It also had an upstairs with an open TV room overlooking the entire space. None of that was what made me gasp though.
Shea stood next to a massage table between the hot tub and the massive bed. She still wore the same uniform I’d met her in and was flashing me that dazzling smile. “Mr. Upton! Erin told me that you still wanted your massage, so she asked if I’d be willing to service you here since she said you had a few hours to kill.”
“I…”
So this was what Erin was implying. God bless that woman.
“Fuck yes,” I said.
I glanced behind me at Chloe. She pointed to her left and said, “I’m one room over.” She glanced inside and spied a door. “I’ll need to unlock that door to make sure I have access to your room.” I nodded and let her come in as I made my way over to Shea.
The flight attendant/masseuse gestured to a bathroom. “I’m going to wash my hands and get some hot water. If you would, go ahead and get undressed and get on the bed, and we can get started.”
She disappeared into the bathroom, shutting the door behind her. I glanced at Chloe who gave me a small, amused smile as she popped open the door. There was another door on the other side supposedly leading to her room. She shut it, leaving it cracked open, and then headed back toward the room’s front door, stopping in the doorway to look back at me.
“Enjoy yourself,” she said, repeating Erin’s words with a knowing smile. Then she shut the door behind her.
I slipped off my clothes and laid face down on the massage table, inserting my face in the face hole. About a minute later, the door opened and I heard Shea call out, “Are you ready?”
“Yep,” I called back.
I heard her approach, and a moment later I felt warm oil drizzle across my back. Then she proved her dainty hands were much stronger than they looked as she dug her fingers into my rhomboids. The effects were immediate, and I felt like I was going to melt into a puddle as every touch from her seemed to unravel years of tension. Holy shit! This was the best massage I’d ever experienced. Where had Erin found this woman?
“Oh god…” I groaned.
“Hmmm,” she hummed, “I’m glad you like it.”
We spent the next twenty minutes in silence as she worked, broken by occasional bits of dialog. She asked me where I was from, what I liked and didn’t like in a massage, what sort of relationship I had with the other ladies, and what I was doing in Nevada. Something about her tone, touch, and overall aura comforted and relaxed me, and I discovered that I could lower my guard around her in minutes. This woman made me feel safe - not in a ‘physical danger’ sort of way, but in a more existential, transcendent way. I answered all her questions without holding much back, and she accepted them with grace and dignity, following up with appropriate comments and further questions. It was one of the easiest conversations I’d ever had, and the moments not filled with talk felt completely relaxing. Not to mention the massage itself; aside from a burning sensation just under my neck quickly melting away under her touch and a brief, sharp pain near my hip that she soothed away, the massage was one of the best experiences of my life.
Her hands eventually left my body after giving my back, ass, neck legs, shoulders, and feet a rigorous massage. “Alright. Turn over and I’ll get your front,” she said.
I hesitated. She hadn’t placed a towel over my ass, so I wasn’t sure if I should expect a towel to be draped across my crotch. Still… she’d asked me to turn over, and she was the expert.
I rolled over and received a shock.
Shea was as nude as me. She stood next to me with a towel in her hand, wiping her fingers clean of oil residue. Tossing it on the small table holding a bowl, she dipped her fingers in it, coating them in fresh oil. She seemed completely unphased by the half-hard dick laying flat on my stomach. She did give me an amused smile when she caught me glancing at her twice.
I couldn’t help it; I thought she was gorgeous before, but this was something else entirely. She was one of the shortest women I’d ever seen in the nude, standing at five feet tall. She had a flat stomach with subtle abdominal muscles emphasized by the fact that her body was coated in oil that emphasized every curve and muscle in her body. She wasn’t quite as slender as Erin, but she wasn’t far off from that, with a dancer’s build and tone that suggested she worked out religiously. C-cup breasts graced her chest, looking larger than they normally would on her petite frame. Her skin was nearly the shade of Erin’s, but her facial features were more exotic, heavily influenced by Pacific islander characteristics. Her thick mane of hair was a glossy brown with lighter highlights and hung about a third of the way down her back. Jesus Christ, she was beautiful.
“I’m glad you like what you see,” she said with a satisfied smile as she glanced down at my cock again. Sure enough, my half-hard cock was quickly growing to full hardness as I took her in.
We’d already lightly flirted a good bit, so I didn’t feel as comfortable with the situation as I would have ten minutes ago. Besides, she was just as naked as I was, and that had to mean something.
“I’d say I’m sorry, but that’d be a lie,” I said, smiling back at her.
“Oh, there’s no reason to be sorry,” she said as she maneuvered herself behind me. She placed her oil-slick hands on my shoulders and ran them down my chest, kneading my muscles as she bent over me, bringing her breasts dangerously close to my face. They were capped with brown, puffy nipples almost as long as the first joint of my pinky finger and thicker than typical. As they hung in front of me, I wanted to extend my tongue and taste them. I wondered if the oil would make them bitter.
“You’re sweeter than I anticipated,” Shea said, and for a second, I thought she was talking about my actual taste, and I wondered when she would have had the opportunity to find out. Then it hit me that she was probably talking about my personality.
“Worked for a lot of assholes?”
“You could say that,” she said. “She ran her hands back up to my shoulders and then down my arms, squeezing and working them. “Most of them would have taken advantage by now.”
Bobbi came to mind and I said, “I’m not as sweet as you might think.”
“Good,” she said softly, running both hands down the right side of my chest as she stepped around to the side of the massage table. “Too sweet is boring.”
She slid both hands down my arm to my hand, picking it up and massaging my palm for several moments before pulling it to her chest and pressing it directly against her right breast. I could feel that prominent nipple grinding into my skin like a soft pebble, and I gently dug my fingers into her soft tit flesh.
She returned her fingers to my chest and began massaging across it again as I reciprocated. My hand wandered, exploring more of her body and being encouraged by her silence. Being able to touch her body while she gave me an expert massage was even more enjoyable than simply receiving it.
“Did any of the ladies get this sort of treatment?” I finally asked, opening an eye to peek at her.
She laughed softly at that. “I’m afraid I don’t talk about what goes on between me and my clients.”
“Ah,” I said, “That makes sense. It wouldn’t have been unwelcome though?”
“I play on both sides of the fence if that’s what you’re asking.” Her left hand slid lower, across my stomach, and slipped between my lower abdomen and my cock so that it rested on the back of her hand. Her slick fingers slid out from under it, and then carefully traveled over it, tentatively rubbing my firm erection while her dark eyes watched my reaction.
I simply met her gaze and nodded. Her dainty fingers closed around my hard cock, barely able to get around it, and she began slowly working it up and down.
“Have you ever had a massage with a happy ending?” She asked.
I sighed and my hips began to roll in time with her strokes. “I’ve only ever had three professional massages in my life, and none of them have ever ended like this.”
She hummed softly. “Well, you should know most of them aren’t this thorough.”
“What do you mean?”
She pointed my cock straight in the air and slid her hand down to the base as she leaned forward and enveloped the top half of it between her generous lips. I let out a long groan as I felt her tongue run across the head and encircle it.
Oh. That’s what she meant.
Wednesday, 6:03 pm
I opened the door to my room to find Ashlee standing in front of the doorway wearing a black chiffon cocktail dress. It fit her like a glove and showed off her curves perfectly. The fabric cut high across her chest with a collar that went around her neck but there were no sleeves, leaving her shoulders bare. The fabric wrapped tight around her breasts, and a sash of the same color wrapped around her waist and knotted on one side. From there, the dress flared out into a flowy A-frame that displayed her bare legs from the knee down and ended with strappy black high heels that added an extra three inches to her 5’3” frame. She wore a simple gold bracelet on one wrist and simple gold hoop earrings. Her dark brown hair hung down her back just below her shoulders in luscious waves that she probably spent a long time on. Her makeup was minimal - just a hint of mascara to make her green eyes stand out, lipstick to give her lips a couple of shades of light crimson, and a bit of blush on her cheeks. She looked stunning.
“You look stunning,” I said in complete honesty.
Ashlee leaned against the doorframe and placed her head on it as she looked up at me with a pleased smile that displayed her cute dimples perfectly. “Why, thank you, sir.” She looked me up and down and said, “And you look dashing.”
It was nice of her to say, but there was no way I was worthy to be seen on the arm of this goddess. I wore a simple black suit and a crisp white shirt unbuttoned at the collar foregoing the tie. I looked like an NPC next to this main character.
“Are we ready?”
“Yeah,” I said and turned to head for the door joining with my bodyguard’s room, “Just let me check on Chloe.”
“She’s coming too?” Ashlee said. She didn’t sound put out, but she didn’t exactly sound enthusiastic about it either.
“She’s part of the deal,” I called over my shoulder. “Like dating someone with a cat.”
“Cats don’t go gambling and clubbing with their owners.”
“This one does,” I said. I reached the door. It had been cracked since we’d arrived, so I opened it without much thought. “Hey, Chloe. I think we’re-”
I paused, once again speechless at what I saw. Chloe was standing with her back turned to me in front of a full-length mirror putting the final touches on her hair - half of her hair was up in a fountain ponytail, elegantly spilling around her head as the rest hung loose around her shoulders and spilled down her back.
She wore a red metallic knit dress that shimmered in the room’s lamplight. The back draped low, showing a generous expanse of bare back; it was the most I’d ever seen of Chloe. The freckles that lavished her nose and cheeks were even more plentiful across her back, making her complexion look darker than it was.
My suspicions about her being fit were confirmed. Chloe was jacked. It wasn’t a freakish amount of muscle, but as she finished her hair, I saw well-toned muscles ripple, and her bare arms and shoulders displayed more muscle than I’d ever seen on a woman. She wasn’t about to grace the cover of a bodybuilder magazine, but I wouldn’t be surprised if she could hold her own in an arm wrestling match with most of the men I worked with at Marduke.
In the mirror, I could see the front of her dress, which draped in a gathering of loose fabric that hung low, showing more cleavage than I would have ever imagined my bodyguard would be comfortable with. Her dress stopped just above her knees, but there was a slit up one side that stopped two-thirds of the way up her thigh. She also had strappy heels nearly the same shade of red as the dress, which added a few more inches to her height, making her around 5’8”. She wasn’t wearing any jewelry, but that hardly mattered. She was breathtaking. In this moment, this tough woman with a cool exterior and a more toned body than most of the men I knew was very much a woman
My eyes traveled up her body and were seized by her gaze as she stared at me in the mirror, catching me checking her out.
“Your cat’s almost ready,” she said. “Two minutes.”
I nodded and ducked out the door, afraid to even say anything. Goddamn… I couldn’t decide who was going to get more attention.
“She’ll be ready in two minutes,” I said, hiking my thumb back over my shoulder. I wasn’t about to let Ashlee see my reaction to Chloe; her jealousy had already latched onto Erin even though Erin had made it clear she wasn’t interested in being a girlfriend. I had a feeling there was pre-Marcus history playing a role there.
Ashlee was going through my room’s minibar and wasn’t paying attention anyway. She stood up and sauntered back toward me. “So does Chloe go everywhere with you now?”
“Yep,” I said as I led her out of the room. “Like I said, after that incident yesterday. Either she’s with me or at least one of the Johns.”
“Johns?” she asked.
“Male security. So far, all their names have been John.”
“Is that a joke?”
“Well, one of them is named Ray, but I think he’s just a glitch in the matrix.” I looked down at her. “What are the names of the security guys you met?”
Ashlee blinked. “I don’t know that I’ve ever known the names of the people working security.”
That tracked. Ashlee seemed like the type of person who wouldn’t know the name of the help.
“Well, at least one person from the team is with me at all times. Chloe’s keeping me on a very short leash.”
“Kinky,” Erin said, and we looked up to see my assistant standing next to the elevators with Shea and two members of my security team. John and Ray wore their signature three-piece suits with white shirts and black pants. The ladies, however, were resplendent.
Erin wore a dress similar to Chloe’s; it differed in that the fabric covered her chest to her neck similar to Ashlee’s, and while it was made of the same shimmery material, her’s was gold. Again, gold matched her bonze skin fantastically. The dress hugged her gravity-defying breasts and subtle curves on the way down. The hemline stopped mid-thigh, showing off her slender legs beautifully. She wore black high heels that matched the black fingernail polish she wore, the black tattoo that snaked around her arm and one shoulder, heavy black mascara and eyeliner, and dark lipstick. She gave me a huge grin as we approached, and it was all I could do to not grin back at her like a love-struck schoolboy with Ashlee at my side.
Why had I brought her again?
Shea was gorgeous in a cheongsam. The silk dress hugged the curves of the tiny woman appealingly in turquoise silk with a flower pattern that buttoned up to her neck. Quarter sleeves meant she was the only one without bare shoulders, and her hair was piled up on her head in a loose bun that allowed several whisps of brown hair to fall around her face. The hem of her dress was nearly as high as Erin’s, showing off her incredibly toned legs, and her tiny feet were in matching turquoise kitten heels that only added two inches to her five-foot frame. A pair of jade earrings dangled from her ears that complimented the outfit.
While she was naked an on top of me, I invited Shea to accompany us tonight, assuming that, since I already had five women with me, a sixth wouldn’t hurt. I hated the idea of her staying in while the rest of us had fun together. She accepted with a kiss before riding me to completion.
I glanced down at Ashlee and saw a small frown as she stared at Erin.
“What?” Erin said. “Come on. Even you have to admit Chloe leashing Marcus is kinda hot.”
Shea tittered a little at that and covered her mouth. I had to suppress a bit of a smile and shot Erin a look that asked her to not antagonize the spoiled brunette.
“Okay, I get Chloe coming with us,” Ashlee said, “but why her?
“Because she’s good company,” I said, annoyed. “Look, I don’t know what it is with you guys, but while you’re here, you’ll bury the hatchet. Ashlee, I don’t know if there’s a jealousy thing here, but there’s nothing to be concerned about with Erin. She’s my assistant. She came with me because it’s her job. You came because I invited you. Erin,” I said, not sure how to chide her because aside from occasionally being antagonistic, Erin was relatively innocent. I didn’t want to sound too one-sided though. “Just tone down the Erinness.” I looked at both of them. “Got it?”
Ashlee huffed and said, “I got it.”
Erin shrugged, “You’re the boss.”
“Where are Emily and Natashya?” I asked.
“Still shopping,” Ashlee said. “They said they would just meet up with us when they were done. I wasn’t having as much fun as I thought. I felt like a third wheel. How long did you say they’ve known each other?”
“Um… since college, I think?” I said.
I glanced at Erin and said, “How did the meeting with Chandler go?”
“Fine,” Erin said. It wasn’t very eventful. Carla says hi, by the way.”
“Who’s Carla?” Ashlee asked, immediately perking up at that.
“A girl Marcus met at a coffee shop yesterday,” Erin said. “She saved his life.”
Whatever Ashlee was about to say was interrupted as Erin catcalled while staring over my shoulder, causing all of us to look in the same direction. Chloe strode toward us looking like sex in heels, and I had to stop and reflect on the fact that I was about to go downstairs and gamble money I didn’t need with four of the hottest women on the planet. What even was my life?
“Aren’t you supposed to carry a concealed weapon or something?” Erin asked as Chloe walked past us.
“I am,” she said as she pressed the button to summon the elevator. The doors opened almost immediately and she stepped on.
As we all piled into the elevator, Erin glanced at Chloe’s ass and asked, “Where?”
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We spent the next three hours in the casino. I had only been to one a handful of times, so while I had a cursory familiarity with the games, I needed a bit of a learning curve. Erin picked up some chips and I handed them to anyone willing; Chloe abstained, saying she wasn’t here to gamble. Erin said she might, but that she would lose her own money, saying very loudly that she didn’t want to feel obligated to her boss in any way with the existing power imbalance. She stated it so clearly in front of Ashlee that it was clear she was being obnoxious, but Ashlee seemed rather pleased with Erin’s decision. The next moment Ashlee’s back was turned, however, Erin winked at me and ran the tip of her tongue across her bottom lip, teasing me.
Ashlee and Shea didn’t hesitate to take me up on my offer to share the wealth; Ashlee took seventy thousand dollars in chips, and Shea took a modest forty. Then we started at the craps table, which I never really got the grasp of and found relatively boring; Shea killed it there though, raking in an extra ten thousand before we moved on. We went through the rounds of all the basic table games. At the craps table, Ashlee clung to my side and insisted on blowing on the dice every time, but at the roulette table, she and Erin briefly forgot about their differences as both of them seemed to do relatively well there. I left them to it with Ashlee’s blessing and Shea, Chloe, and I found the card games. I was most familiar with blackjack, but I was pleasantly surprised to learn that Shea knew a lot more than I did about the game, and she spent the half hour teaching me some of the finer points of the game. To any outsider, Chloe seemed like a beautiful, content hanger-on, touching my shoulder often, laughing at the jokes of some of the other onlookers, and delightfully engaging in conversation like any professional courtesan. I’d never seen this side of Chloe, and I was enjoying it.
As a relatively young, decently handsome guy with a lot of money I garnered a lot of attention at the blackjack table. I’m sure having two gorgeous women hanging on my arm helped. Even the dealer, a pretty woman probably around twenty-three with striking red hair and hazel eyes, seemed to be watching me with a keen eye, smiling at me, batting her lashes, and biting her lip. It felt like she was flirting with me more than any of the other players, though I couldn’t be completely sure.
Once, during a close high-stakes round, Chloe kissed me on the cheek for good luck, quickly smearing away the lipstick she left behind. Then Shea placed her fingers on my jaw, pulled me toward her, and gave me a much more intense lip lock that lasted a full three seconds. There was no tongue, but it was enough to heat my blood, especially considering her nude body had been on top of mine a few short hours ago. The kiss was met with cheers and applause before the round resolved and it was revealed that I’d lost. Everyone sympathized with me and one older gentleman said that if I was going home with those two, it didn’t matter how much money I lost, I was still winning.
Soon after, Ashlee found us, and being the classy lady Shea was, she made room for the paralegal to sit beside me. Ashlee gave her a warm thank you and then gave me another kiss, which elicited impressed sounds from some of the people who had witnessed the kiss Shea and I shared.
We spent another fifteen minutes at the blackjack table before deciding to go somewhere else. By this point, the only one who was up was Shea, who had amassed an extra fourteen thousand dollars. Ashlee had lost about three-quarters of what I’d given her, and Erin had lost all her chips completely and graciously accepted a few of mine when Ashlee wasn’t looking, promising to pay me back later.
We finally found ourselves at the poker table, which I had been excited to try. Shea, Ashlee, and I sat at the table with a handful of others while Erin took off to try to recover some of her winnings. John stood vigilant behind me, so I insisted that Chloe go with Erin and at least try to enjoy herself a little. She reluctantly agreed.
After the second hand, I received a text from Emily that she and Natashya would meet us at the club we agreed on, and that I would see them there. Since we had plans to meet there in thirty minutes anyway, I texted them back telling her we would see them soon.
By the time we left the casino floor, I had a strong buzz going on, I was three hundred twenty-three thousand dollars poorer, and feeling really good about my situation. There’s something empowering about being able to blow six digits worth of money at a high-end casino while being escorted around by four beautiful women. To top it all off, John handed me a slip of paper after leaving the poker table that had ‘Sara’ and a phone number scrawled across it in loopy blue ink. My mind was working a little slower than normal, so it took a moment to realize that Kylie had been the name of the blackjack dealer. Proud of my little trophy, I slipped it into my pocket before Ashlee could notice.
Erin had lost everything, Ashlee had almost lost it all, but had managed to make a comeback and had ended up with a little over twenty-thousand dollars. Shea was the only one who netted positive with an extra seventeen thousand on top of the original forty. I insisted that they both keep the money they were walking away with, and Shea immediately threw her arms around me and kissed me in full view of the other three. The kiss was nearly pornographic.
I expected Ashlee to be mad, but she was more inebriated than I was. She pointed at Shea and laughed, and when Erin looked at her askance, Ashlee said, “If someone gave me sixty thousand dollars, I’d make out with them too!”
She walked off, leaving Erin standing there looking scandalized. She ran after us yelling, “Hey boss! Can I borrow sixty thousand?” Shea burst out laughing as my group of girls and I left the casino and headed to the hotel's nightclub next door with the same name. We ran into Natashya and Emily at the entrance.
Emily was easily the tallest out of all the women and wasn’t wearing heels. She wore a simple black slingback flat so she could maintain her 5’10” height. They matched well with the black halter dress she wore; it was simple with a strap that went around her neck like a collar and then out to her shoulders. It left a large window in the middle of her chest that left the tops of her large breasts exposed while holding them up beautifully. Her shoulders, arms, and back were completely exposed, showing off her fair skin that even I had to admit looked very enticing. Her dress was cut off just above the knees and had a slit on each of her thighs that stopped halfway up her hip. The front and back of the dress would have flopped around and shown her goods were it not for the silver loop stretched across each thigh holding them together. She wore a matching silver armband on her left upper arm and a bracelet on her right wrist. A pair of matching earrings dangled from each ear. Half her hair had been pulled up into a ponytail while the rest was left to flow naturally down her back in soft waves. She wore dark eyeliner and mascara, had applied a fair amount of blush to her cheeks, and had dark burgundy lipstick on.
I was reluctant to admit it, but if she weren’t my sister, I would have asked her to dance in a heartbeat. Emily had always dressed a little more conservative than this, and I could tell by the look on her face that she kept throwing me slightly uncomfortable glances. I suspected this was Natashya’s work.
Speaking of the Devil, Natashya was a traditional, sexy little black dress with thin straps that slipped over her shoulders and crossed her bare back. The cups of her bra held them in place but left little to the imagination. It plunged down the middle, showing off so much cleavage and inner boob that I was surprised one of her tits didn’t pop out when she turned as soon as my sister pointed us out. The dress stopped two-thirds of the way up her thighs and hugged her curves magnificently, and as we approached, I could tell that the fabric around her midsection was sheer, showing it off magnificently. She wore heeled black boots and had all her hair piled in a high ponytail that gave her combination of normal hair and dreads an organized chaos. Like Ashlee, the way she wore her makeup made it look minimal, but the subtle hints that it was there seriously enhanced her natural beauty.
Natashya approached us, grabbing Erin’s dainty fingers in her hands and spinning her around as she checked the petite girl out. “Oh my god, you look stunning!”
“Why thank you,” Erin said once the spin was completed, curtsying in front of her.
Emily approached me. “Hey,” she said sheepishly.
“Hey Em. You look terrific.”
“Thanks. I don’t normally do something like this, but Natashya insisted.”
“I… yeah,” I said, truly at a loss for words. “You make it look really good!”
“Oh, Marcus!” Ashlee said, taking me by the arm. I looked down at her. “How about you get us inside? I’d love to dance.”
There was a long line to get in, but the hotel manager let them know who I was and supplied me with a special VIP card. My six girls, four security guards, and I were escorted past the line and into the club, which was already in full swing. Chandeliers hung from the ceiling, giving the place a 1930’s feel, but the lights emitting from them were your blues, purples, and reds, spoiling the old American feel. A long bar lined one wall with several bartenders behind it. Several couches were occupied by beautiful men and women leaning into each other to speak directly in their ears because the music was so loud. There were other couches, chairs, and tables on raised diases with brass banisters, which I assumed were some of the more expensive reserved spots. Sure enough, the person escorting us inside took us to one of the diases close to the dance floor.
The dance floor was in another room, and peeking through the large opening, I noticed it was decorated similarly to the room we first entered. There were a few more lounge chairs scattered around, a section for the DJ, and another smaller bar. The floor was expansive and was moderately filled with men and women bumping and grinding to some R&B and electronica mash-up.
The seven of us sat in our VIP section, and the girls immediately began pairing up and talking with each other. Natashya and Erin were casting glances toward the dance floor and talking with their faces close to each other; Shea and Emily were talking animatedly amongst themselves while Chloe maintained a cool interest in whatever they were discussing, but I noticed her eyes scanning the room several times. The guys kept vigil on the edges of the dias where we sat.
Refraining from making small talk with the women, Ashlee immediately plopped down in my lap and slipped her arms around my neck. She wasn’t displaying cleavage the way Chloe, Natashya, or my sister was, but that didn’t mean she didn’t have ways of holding my attention. She reached down, placed a finger under my chin, and lifted it so I could meet her gaze. She was still a little inebriated as she smiled down at me.
“When are you gonna dance with me?” She asked with a pout.
In my own compromised state, I grinned, placed my hands on either side of her face, and pulled her down so that I could crush my lips on hers, kissing her thoroughly. Ashlee was hot, and I was tired of holding back around her. I was sick of caring about the fact that Helen was her mom… especially when neither of them seemed to care. I didn’t want to think about the fact that she had some sort of connection with my would-be killer. She’d been teasing me for a long time, and tonight, if possible, I was going to fuck this teasing little spoiled princess. Wheedling information out of her could wait till tomorrow.
The rest of the ladies let out a chorus of, “Ooooh!”
I parted the kiss and she ran the tip of her pink tongue across her bottom lip as I said, “Let’s go now.” We excused ourselves from the group and headed to the dance floor with two of the Johns in tow. Neither of us paid them any attention as I led her to the dance floor. As soon as we hit it, her ass was grinding on my crotch while her back was pressed against my chest. She raised her arms over her head and draped them over my shoulders as she swung her head back and forth. She was wild, energetic, and enthusiastic, and as she spun around in my arms to look at me, her gaze promised pure sex.
We continued like that for some time, with one interruption as one guy got too close to her and she didn’t hesitate to physically shove her away from him before immediately going back to seducing me with her body. After about ten to fifteen minutes, we found Emily and Natashya on the floor dancing with each other. They worked their way over to dance next to us. Though the way they moved with each other seemed relatively platonic, they danced close enough to discourage other men from trying to butt into the little private party they were throwing between themselves. Eventually, they included the two of us in their dance without any resistance from my date.
While not even remotely interested in giving Erin a chance, Ashlee almost seemed to crave the attention of the other women, especially Emily. It was possible because she was my sister and Ashlee saw it as another way to get her foot in the door of the ultimate prize - being my girlfriend. She even seemed interested in getting more friendly with Shea. She had been warm enough to Chloe once enough time had passed after my bodyguard had frisked her. Ashlee seemed desperate to gain the approval of the other girls almost as much as she wanted mine.
It was only when Emily had extended a hand to her that Ashlee moved off me to dance with my older sister, and they were phenomenal together. All three of them were much better dancers than me. Natashya danced for a living, so that was no surprise, and Ashlee was a natural from the moment we hit the floor, which was likely from her experience at clubs, but I hadn’t realized Emily was so good. Had she received her experience from her acting career?
Natashya took up dancing with me and was careful to avoid being overtly sexual as we paired off, and after a few moments, she pulled the other two in so all four of us danced with each other. We kept switching partners in a chaotic pattern that only made sense to us in the moment. One moment, I was grinding against Ashlee’s ass while Emily ground against her. The next, Natashya was twirling around me with more rhythm and grace than any single person should be allowed to have.
The moments we danced together were superheated as the exotic dancer took things to the edge, bringing my hands to her chest, and working her way down my body and back up. I kept glancing at Ashlee to ensure she was okay with what we were doing, but she either had no problem with us or was too occupied to notice.
Then we would switch up and Emily would be in my space. Out of all the women, she was the closest to my height and as we danced with each other, we found ourselves making a crazy amount of eye contact. At first, it was a little strange dancing to sexy music in a club with my sister present, but as the minutes passed and the alcohol flowed, things became less weird. Soft touches became more frequent, not just between the ladies, but between siblings. More than once I caught her biting her lip while checking out a good-looking guy or even staring at Natashya’s ass or Ashlee’s thighs. I wondered how long it had been since my sister had gotten laid.
Eventually, the first set ended and several people left the dance floor as the next set started. Ashlee tapped me on the shoulder, and pulled me down to say into my ear, “Emily and I are going to get drinks!” I nodded, then she pulled me into a kiss before letting me go and disappearing into the crowd.
That left me and Natashya, and the moment Ashlee left, all bets were off as far as the dancer was concerned. She was up on me in her tiny dress as if she were giving a lap dance while I was standing up. Her arms were over her head, and she would crouch extremely low, brushing her face and lips on my crotch every time she rose. The music was a slower pace this time - a pulsing, sexy rhythm that encouraged a more intimate sort of dance, and she was taking advantage. Natashya got close, her hands on either of my thighs as she slowly rolled her hips in and out, snaking them against my crotch.
“Your sister and I have gotten on very well, Marcus,” she said.
“So I heard,” I said back in her ear as one of her dreads brushed my face.
“She thinks the world of you and says you’re a good man.” Natashya gave me a smile that almost looked bashful, something I never would have imagined could come from the exotic beauty. She slid her hand up my chest and around my neck, bringing my lips close to hers as I stared into those red-brown eyes. “She gave me permission to date you,” she said, her bashful smile turning amused.
I recalled telling Emily that we had dated a little and smiled, my heart warm with the thought that my sister was looking out for me.
“You might have to fight Ashlee for that spot,” I said with a grin.
“You think I could take her?” Natashya said, cocking her head to the side and kissing the corner of my mouth with her soft lips. She grabbed my arm and wrapped it around her waist. Then she bent backward, arching her back as she stretched her arms out overhead in a graceful dip. We held the pose for a handful of moments with my face nearly buried between her tits. She wore a sharp scent like cinnamon and some sort of flower I couldn’t quite place, and I was tempted to run the tip of my nose between the valley of her breasts. Finally, I pulled her back into my body, her face close to mine again, suddenly finding the urge to kiss her as we locked eyes.
I glanced down at her generous lips and asked, “Are you applying for the position?”
She offered me a close-lipped smile and said, “Would you like me to?”
“What if I did?” I asked. I should have known better than to pursue this line of questioning with Ashlee nearby, but I couldn’t help myself. I hadn’t considered her girlfriend material, but Emily’s words to her made me wonder what that would be like. With Natalie out of the picture, there wasn’t anyone else I had in mind to pursue. Would someone like Natashya be a good girlfriend? She seemed open to the idea of keeping things open.
But was there potential for love? Could I love this woman the way I’d been so sure I could love Natalie? Why else would I even consider dating anyone? Should I even be entertaining a relationship right now with everything else happening?
“I told you, Marcus,” Natashya said with a note of disapproval in her voice as she slid her hand over my crotch, grinding her palm against it. “Don’t fall in love with me. I wouldn’t be a good girlfriend for you. That should be for the good girls like Danielle. That is not me.”
As we ground against each other to the beat of the music, she gazed up at me with mischief in her eyes as her finger and thumb found the zipper of my pants. With her hand still on my crotch, she turned away and leaned against me as she began working my zipper down while we danced among a sea of people.
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