#something is purring

from where he’s kneeling on the bed, his gaze drifts back up to yours, “sorry, i–” he hesitates for a second, “can i…?” kaji wordlessly glances down at the apex of your thighs, and your heavily lidded eyes give a single bleary blink before you speak. “go ahead,” the affirmation washes over him like a wispy cloud lulled by the morning breeze.

he wastes no time, lowering himself to slowly lick a stripe up your bare pussy. the moment his tongue makes contact with your cunt, a moan is pulled out of your mouth, soft and breathy as you tiredly throw your head back against the pillow. he starts off slow, all smooches and kitten-licks over your mound. he’s gentle with his ministrations, extremely so that you’re beginning to fall back asleep from his touch.

your hand reaches towards him just as he laps at your dripping heat, reverently running your fingers through his blonde strands. the sound of continuous wet slurps echoes in the room, kaji’s eyes almost drooping shut as if savouring the taste of your juices.

“ren– mmhn…” you whimper into the pillow beneath your head as his tongue dives into your twitching hole, slick gushing past his moistened lips. his nose repeatedly bumps against your clit every time he switches from thrusting into you and flicking the tip of his tongue along your slits, your debauched sounds getting louder and louder as time passes.

kaji grunts as he curls his tongue, trying to take every drop of your sticky mess as much as he can. he eats at you like a man starving, drinking you up like you’re the only thing he’s ever craved to taste.

the coil in your stomach builds faster, your legs tensing beside his head before he presses his palms on the back of your thighs to spread you wider for him. “o-oh god, i’m close,” you gasp as your back arches from the mattress below, which only seems to spur him on. he fervently sucks and laps at your cunt, sensing you quivering on his tongue.

not a second later, you convulse under him, lips parting and eyes snapping shut as your orgasm rips through your whole body. you grip tighter on his hair, kaji’s name falling from your lips in a keening cry of pleasure.

oversensitivity starts to seep in when kaji doesn’t relent, his mouth still latched onto your soaked pussy. you protest with a slurred whine, pushing at his shoulder and trying to buck your hips away. “ren– ren! ‘s enough,”

he gives one last intense slurp and a loud prolonged suck at your swollen clit, causing you to yelp and only then does he pull away. it’s a habit kaji had grown accustomed to whenever you’re forcing him away from the sweet nectar between your thighs, much like how he’d begrudgingly pull out his lollipops on several occasions.

“‘m sorry, ‘m sorry. you just taste so good,” he rasps, not bothering to wipe away the shine on his chin from the mixture of his spit and your cum as he peppers butterflies kisses on the inside of your thighs. kaji revels in the way your hand is still sifting through his already disheveled hair, albeit weakly as he watches you eventually go back to your much needed slumber.

a pretty thing like you, letting him have such a sweet little treat. kaji should probably think of something to gift to you in the morning.

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thought abt this like literally in the middle of my exam and i had to get it down asap right after i got back wtf Wtf someone get this man away from me!!! (don't pls )

The agency had been very clear; two clients, total discretion, high payout. A trio of criteria which more than suits your abilities and, if anything, your excitement only grows as you continue to enjoy the plush leather seating of the sleek black car which had arrived to pick you up from the pre-arranged spot. The driver, as professional as yourself, has remained silent so far, weaving though minimal traffic as the evening sky grows darker around you.

Before too long, you pull up to a large building – the glass impressive and overbearing as you step free of the car and thank the driver quietly while clutching your small purse to your chest. A purse is always a good idea and something you make sure take with you to every job, the size of it enough to house a small pistol for safety while leaving room for any potential tips which a client may wish to slip under the table.

Following the clear instructions which had been relayed earlier in the evening, you walk into the building and climb into the nearby elevator before punching in the button for the penthouse suite. The ride up is quiet, a familiar nervous energy playing in your stomach as you school your features into a playful coquettishness which men seem to prefer.

The elevator doors open to reveal a man already awaiting your arrival. His clothing was simple but tailored enough that you can sense the money behind it. A panelled polo shirt, the main colours dark and beige, pairing with some tasteful matching pants and dark shoes which gleam in the low lighting. His face is handsome, masculine features off-set with slick dark hair which sits perfectly atop his head while an equally dark moustache decorates his top lip.

“Good evening.” He speaks, tone pleasant and welcoming as he gestures to the penthouse behind him in open invitation, “May I take your purse and jacket?”

You hand off your purse with a gentle hand as your fingers quickly loosen the catches of the long jacket which covers most of your outfit. The hem of the coat sits longer than the slightly scandalous length of your dark, pleated skirt as it comes to sit a comfortable few inches above your knees. A silk shirt clings to your upper half, the material loose enough to be comfortable while still showcasing the swell of your chest. It was a familiar costume, something passable to the average eye but easy to remove and replace when necessary.

As you place your coat within his outstretching hand, a hum escapes the client – his head tilting slightly as he rakes his gaze across your frame with clear approval.

“Aphrodite.” He praises, the word coming with a showman quality that makes your lips twitch into a more genuine smile as your reservations, a necessity with any new client, lessen just a touch. He continues to speak with a small flourish of his hand as he guides you into the main room, “Please, come and join us. We have been expecting you.”

Your eyes sweep across the expensive looking room, a well-stocked bar and several art pieces giving the space a personal touch which spoke of its owners’ taste. The space smells clean, a hint of cigarette smoke hanging in the air as you inhale softly and glance around.

Eventually though, your gaze falls to the large plush couch which fills much of the centre of the room and hosts your other client but your body stills as you blink at the surprising sight.

There, lounging on the couch and nursing a healthy glass of what looked like scotch, sits Cooper Howard, the goddamn movie star.

“I’m sure you know who Mr. Howard is,” the man with the sleek moustache continues as he comes to stand by your side, “and you may call me Robert.”

“Robert. Mr. Howard.” You incline your head to them both politely, a shy smile playing on your lips as you fight to hide the slightly starstruck freeze within your limbs.

“Cooper.” A quick interjection makes your head turn to the seated figure, “No need for formalities, sweetie. I think we’ll be past that soon enough.”

You giggle despite yourself, unfamiliar anxiety thrumming through your veins at the anticipation of having such a well-known figure and his handsome friend enjoying your talents. Of course you have seen his films, his face plastered across enough billboards to make him impossible to ignore, but to see the man in the flesh was something else entirely.

“Are we having a party, fellas?”

“Yes.” Robert holds his hands up, moving to stand before you as he invites you to take them. Accepting, you allow him to lead you to the couch as you take a seat beside Cooper, “But we have been waiting for the main event to arrive, and I must say, what a lovely event it is.”

“You’re sweet. It’s been a while since I’ve had a handsome man be so kind to me, let alone two.”

“Don’t think anyone has described me as sweet in a long time.” Cooper laughs, the noise rich and velvety in his accented tones, “But you might still change your mind about that. Do you want a drink?”

“Yes, please.” You nod, adjusting your shirt and trying to ignore the heat of Robert’s thigh against your own as he takes his seat directly by your side, “Thank you.”

Reaching across the gilded table which sits before the couch, Cooper snatches up an empty tumbler – the glass carved and elegant in all its ridges and pits – before also picking up the half-finished amber bottle which stands next to it.

Cooper pours a generous glass of at least three fingers of scotch and you accept the tumbler graciously as you immediately bring it to your lips and take a small sip. It was never smart to get tipsy on the job but to refuse would be rude and you can feel the quality of the scotch as it burns deliciously across your tongue and throat.

“So, what kind of party are we having?”

Emboldened by the hit of scotch as you place the glass down, you slide your hands out past your knees and split their attention as a single hand falls to both Robert and Cooper’s laps, squeezing at their thighs with obvious intent. Your services are for the evening but there is no denying the budding arousal which shifts in your stomach as you take in the genuine attraction of both men. With their thighs hot and heavy against your palms, your ass shifts against the plush couch as you vaguely amuse yourself with wonder which one will want to fuck you first.

As though sensing your thoughts, Robert leans in closer to your position and his clear voice is thick with arousal as the scent of his cologne, woody and enticingly spicy, nips at your senses.

“Do you want to play a game, dear?”

“A game?”

You’ve been in the industry long enough to have at least a little wariness at the question and your eyes turn to flick back to Cooper who only inclines his glass to you with a roguish wink and a shrug which shows that it wasn’t his game to play.

“A card game.” Robert continues. “Simple, really. Are you familiar with the game High Low? One where we split the deck and you must guess if the next card is higher or lower than the previous?”

“Yeah. I’ve played it before. It’s a game of luck.”

“To an extent. I love card games, I love their predictability, and I love including stakes.” Robert’s hand trails across your knee, tracing nonsensical shapes as he inches his fingers higher across your nylons, “If you guess incorrectly, then my partner and I will see to a mild forfeit. Nothing dangerous and nothing you cannot object to or redirect.”

“And if I win?”

“I like that confidence.” Robert grins, flashing white teeth, “And if you win then my partner and I will see to a reward. Something you should enjoy.” A soft noise of agreement rings out from Cooper but you don’t acknowledge him as you fix Robert with a sharp look, something which drops the pretence of your ditzy pleasure.

“I don’t do anything hard.” You interrupt quietly, setting a familiar boundary, “And if you try anything then I’ll-”

“Yes, yes.” Interrupting, Robert waved off your concerns with a hand,

“I understand. You’ll use that delicate little gun which sits in your purse to make us pay. A valid response to such a terrible potential situation, dear.”

You can’t deny the shock which runs through you, “What- how did you?”

“When I took the purse from you, I felt the weight of it. I’m not angry, if anything, I think we like that fighting spirit.”

Robert pulls a pack of cards from seemingly nowhere and his fingers move with obvious dexterity as he cuts the pack and shuffles them twice before your eyes.

“All you have to do is beat the house and a reward is your own.”

Leaning across the table, Robert places a single upturned card atop the glass.

A king of diamonds.

Robert smirks at the card, his chest huffing with a vaguely amused sound as such an easy start presents itself.

“Do aces play as high?” You ask, falling into role and making sure you understand the game as your right hand continues to rub along Cooper’s thigh just as Robert’s rubs along your own.

“Aces are always high, darlin’.” Cooper’s voice from his reclining position.

The choice seems particularly obvious and you meet Robert’s sharp gaze as you choose the easy path.

“Lower.”

Flipping the next card with a flourish, Robert whistles as it reveals a seven of hearts.

“It’s your lucky day.”

You allow Robert to gently push you back to the couch and both men immediately set on you like wolves as Cooper leans forward and turns his body to press into your own while Robert drops to his knees between your nylon-clad legs. Gasping at the sudden attention, you lift your ass enough to allow Robert’s hands to slide up your skirt and hook fingers within your underwear. He moves quickly, pulling both them and your nylons free of your ass and down your legs until he can drop them neatly in a pile on the floor.

As he does, Cooper is equally busy as his thick hands make light work of the buttons on your shirt, slowly revealing more and more skin until the shirt can sit open, exposing the lack of bra beneath as your tits hang freely in the warm air of the room.

“My, oh, my.” Cooper hums, the only thing he says before slipping his head forward and burying his lips against your neck in a sloppy kiss – no doubt tasting your perfume on the delicate skin as you shiver and tilt your head to give him easier access.

His hands warm, Robert runs his fingers up your legs until they again land on the hem of your skirt. Lifting it, he glances up long enough to meet your gaze and his expression is decidedly predatory as he wordlessly tilts his head at you in fair warning. And with that, his head disappears under your skirt, the fabric sitting softly against the coif of his hair as his hot breath makes itself known against your sex.

“Oh my god.” You mutter out the words, skin flushing and sex throbbing as Cooper’s hand shifts to squeeze your left tit while Robert’s nose bumps messily against your cunt – his fingers quickly spreading you open as they press against the soft curls of pubic hair which frame your mound, “This is-,” your words falter but you pick up again as you speak to Cooper, “I mean, you’re very handsome, Mr. Howard.”

“So they say. But I’ve already said call me Cooper, sweetie.” Cooper purrs, his arm wrapping around your waist as his other hand continues to run across your tits, teasing your nipples with a calloused thumb that peaks the nubs immediately.

You gasp as the wet heat of Robert’s tongue slides across your cunt, his lips pressing in hard to your skin as his hands find purchase in your thighs to pin you thoroughly in place. His head concealed from view by your skirt, you choose to focus on Cooper instead as your hands fumble with his fly to release his cock from its confines.

His cock is thick, a prominent vein running along the underside which just begged to have your tongue roll across it, and you wrap your hand around the base of his length as you stroke him gently. At the contact, Cooper exhales and his head drops to your tits – his mouth quickly latching itself around your right nipple as he sucks the bud with enough pressure to make your cunt clench around Robert’s busy tongue.

Their mouths work in tandem, Cooper’s fervent treatment of your tits at odds with the slower, more methodical movements of Robert as he slowly ate you out – ensuring that not a single millimetre of your sex was left neglected as his tongue worked across your slit and his lips brushed your aching clit.

It’s too much, too quickly, and your hand drops from his cock to tighten on the fabric at Cooper’s thigh as your quick orgasm hits, your legs trembling and mouth gasping for air between the soft cries which slip free. Both men, spurred on by your reaction, keep going until the high of your orgasm has passed and your shaky fingers drop to push at Robert’s head – gently encouraging him to stop.

“Do you feel like a winner?” Robert asks as he pulls away and reappears from beneath your pleated skirt, his lips and chin glistening with your arousal as he cleans it off with the back of his hand.

You nod, not quite trusting your voice as you loop your hand around Cooper’s cock and slowly jerk along his length again in wordless thanks.

“Ready for the next round?” Cooper asks.

“I don’t know, boys.” Feigning exhaustion, you can’t help but tease them a little, “That was a lot for a girl to handle. If I win again, I might have to insist that I get to return the favour.”

“Oh, I’m sure everyone will have their fill before the night is through.” Robert hums, his pants visibly tenting at the groin as he shamelessly presents his arousal and picks up the pack of cards once more, “Are you ready to choose?”

“A seven is difficult.” And it was, the next card having about an equal chance of going either way, “But let’s go with higher.”

One quick flip and…

A four of diamonds.

Cooper is the first one to react as he hums in response while Robert sucks his teeth in faux disappointment, “Sorry, darlin’. The house wins this one.”

“Which means we claim a forfeit.” Injecting himself smoothly into the end of Cooper’s sentence, Robert runs a hand up your inner thigh to feel the dampness there, “Do you want to know what it is?”

“Yes.” Hesitation runs through you for only a moment but your earlier warning had not phased either man and that confidence in their own would-be ask is enough to allay some of your anxieties.

“I’m sure a little spanking is within your limits.” Robert continues,

“Nothing extreme and nothing too discomforting. Plus, you may choose which of us you want to deliver the blows. For being such a good sport about things.”

Considering the options as you glance between both men, you take a moment to decide, “Cooper spanks and I get to taste you while he does it.”

Openly surprised by the addendum, a short, genuine laugh escapes Robert’s chest as you feel Cooper’s heavy hands rise to massage at your shoulders as he stays rooted to your side.

“Now, that’s how to sell a decision. Okay, dear., but we may have to adjust ourselves to something more suitable.”

And with that, Robert moves; his body shifting to sit on the other side of Cooper as he takes in the hard length of Cooper’s cock with your hand still wrapping around it. With Cooper staying in his position atop the couch, you stand enough to adjust before crawling across his lap with your skirt hiked high as you place your ass on his lap. Your opened shirt allows your tits to hang free and you gently adjust them to sit in the small space between both men as you settle your head on Robert’s thigh.

Robert is quick to shift your position, one hand looping beneath your chin while the other sits atop your head and his hands are surprisingly gentle as his strength holds your head in position when your fingers come up to play with his waistband. His cock bounces free as you open his fly and you are taken aback by just how hard he already is and the pretty blush of his cockhead as it sits darker than the rest of his length.

“Just a little warm-up,” hand rubbing across your ass as he squeezes the skin there roughly, Cooper can’t hide the way his cock is twitching as it remains pinned beneath your lower stomach, “And if it gets too much then you just sing for me like a canary, darlin’.”

His first hit isn’t too bad, the thickness of his hand carrying his strength well as it glances off the swell of your ass. Shifting your head, you focus on your half of the event as you glance up at Robert and bat your lashes at him while locking your lips around the head of his cock. His mouth twitches, the moustache moving with it, as his hand tightens against your hair.

Robert uses his hand to guide you, his fingers pushing and pulling at your head as he stokes your head along his cock – every bob forcing you down another half inch as you fight to relax your throat for what lies ahead. Meanwhile, Cooper continues to spank you, his hand coming down with a gentle, slow rhythm which gives you enough time to recover from each hit before feeling the sting of a new one.

With heat slowly building in your ass, your hands claw into Robert’s thighs as you work your tongue along his shaft, showing him every inch of the attention which he had so diligently shown you. Your cunt feels neglected, throbbing as the pleasure of the cock in your mouth mixes with the discomfort of your ass. While hard kink wasn’t your thing, you didn’t mind a little bit of rough play when the pleasure was there to make it all the sweeter.

Another hit, this one definitely harder, sparks a groan of discomfort but the noise is lost against Robert’s cock, only serving to vibrate against the length in such a way that it makes him gasp with delight.

“She takes it like a champ.” Cooper comments after a moment, his voice rough with arousal as he pauses his hits long enough to once again squeeze your ass – no doubt admiring the developing glow of the reddening skin.

“Yes, she really is quite impressive.” Robert grunts, “Shameless, confident in that arousing way, knowledgeable.”

“Oh, she’s knowledgeable all right.”

They talk about you like you aren’t there and it sends a thrill of heat across your spine; traitorous arousal at being treated as little more than an object for their pleasure making you that little bit more determined to please.

Robert’s cock twitches within your mouth, his pre-cum salty against your tongue and you can feel the restraint in his hands as they slow their movements, enjoying every wet slide of your lips across his straining length. With a satisfied grunt, he pulls his cock free and you admire just how slick it looks as it glistens in the light – coated by your saliva and his own leaking arousal.

He says nothing but you catch him tilting his head to the side to share a silent look with Cooper, whose hands also stop moving across your ass as he ceases massaging the throbbing skin there.

“Another round?” Cooper asks, leaning over your splayed body to grab at his glass and throw another healthy glug of scotch down his throat as he wipes his mouth with the edge of his sleeve.

“Always.” Robert replies and his hands are gentle as both men push you from their laps and shuffle to allow you to take your original space between them.

Your skirt is stained by your own arousal, the marks smeared and nasty against the pleated fabric and you glance between both men as you adjust your ass slightly, keeping the pressure off the areas which Cooper’s hand has shown particular attention. Their cocks both now jutting freely from their pants, their state of dress while your own outfit was so dishevelled sends an aroused shudder through your spine.

Robert is the one to continue as one hand drops to fist along his own cock while the other gestures to the pile of card which lay atop the table.

“Your turn, dear. Make your choice and flip the next card.”

Again, it feels like an easy choice. The odds of a card higher than a four far outweighed the chances of a lower number and you feel confident as you announce your decision.

“Higher.”

Reaching down, you stroke your finger along the card for a moment before flipping to the next with an expectant smile.

Another four, this one of clubs.

“A pair. Hmm, that’s unexpected.” Robert says, his voice sounding genuinely surprised by the result even as his hand continues to slide along his length.

You jump in quickly, “Can I make a suggestion?”

“Sure.”

“A pair deserves a pair, doesn’t it?”

“What’re you thinking, darlin’?” Cooper interjects, his fingers once again dropping to your leg as he squeezes your inner thigh within his roughened grip.

“I want both of you,” you breath the words with certainty, “and I want you both at the same time. I want one of you using my throat while the other fills me. I want you to show me what you have.”

“How could any man refuse such a tempting offer?” A soft growl escapes Robert as he speaks, his hand shifting to join Cooper’s as they squeeze a thigh each, the sensation only serving to make you spread your legs even wider to give all the access they need.

Robert pulls you to his lap, grinding his cock along the cleft of your ass as his lips press roughly into your throat. His moustache tickles and it pulls a childish giggle from your throat as Cooper makes the move to stand before you.

“That mouth as good as you say it is?” He asks, one hand circling his cock as the other cups at your jaw.

“Try it and find out, cowboy.”

He sidles forward, bringing his cock to your lips, and you lick a soft stripe along his cockhead, tasting the arousal there before tilting your head enough to accept him into your mouth. Hollowing your cheeks, you build up a slow rhythm as you alternate between sliding along his length and using your tongue to massage his cock.

Already worked up from your earlier orgasm, Robert’s cock meets no resistance as it slides deep within your hole – the stretch of him drawing a muffled groan from your lips as you feel the soft cushion of his pubic hair tickling your slit. He was long, not as thick as Cooper, but you can feel the very tip of his cock sitting flush against your cervix in a tantalising way.

You bounce on Robert’s cock with surprising ease, his hands locking around your waist helping you as he uses his strength to slide you along his length. His breath huffs and you can barely hear what’s he saying, his soft words so quiet that you suspect he’s talking more to himself than anything. Cooper is more vocal, his throat issuing growling praises and sighs of contentment which spur you on to swallow him with as much effort as possible.

Plugged between the pair, the scent of sex and cologne swirls within your senses and it’s so masculine and woody that you inhale deeply. Your body is tense, the tight band of arousal cinching your groin only growing more intense with every wicked thrust of the cock within your cunt as your fingers tighten against Cooper’s thighs.

Robert comes first, his voice pitching as his thrusts grow harder and sloppier as he buries himself as deeply within your hole as he can. His release floods you, burning deep within your cunt while his mouth presses tightly into the shirt which covers your back. Your eyes, still locking onto Cooper’s heated gaze – that movie star stare almost familiar despite never having met him before – widen as Robert tightens his grip of your hips, his fingers digging into the flesh so roughly that you know the skin will bruise over the coming days.

Satisfied as he keeps you impaled on his cock, Robert reaches around and his left hand is warm against your tit while his other hand snakes it’s way between your thighs. Finding his target, his index finger circles your clit gently as you scream something muffled around the girth of Cooper’s cock. The extra stimulation is as horrible as it is delightful, your cunt already soaked even as it milks whatever spend is left within Robert’s cock.

Your muffled grunts are enough to push Cooper over the edge as your throat vibrates around his cock with every blocked cry. His hands slip around your temples, holding your head in place as he buries his cock within your throat, your earlier skill in swallowing him down an obvious indicator that you could take it. The girth is a lot, immediately blocking your airway as he pumps his release deep, and you can’t help the way your body bucks as panic sets in as you fight for breath.

He pulls free quickly, the tip of his cock still smeared with his cum, and you watch a playful smugness score across his features as he listens to you splutter as you fight for control of your breathing once more. Robert, watching the show with an audible hum of interest, only increases the pace of his hand – watching you struggle to maintain control as his thumb and forefinger pinch at your swollen nipples until you groan with discomfort.

With a particularly rough brush against your aching clit, you come undone once more and your cunt spasms around Robert’s cock – the length still half-hard as he warms himself within your willing walls.

Your toes curling and fingers clutching the fabric of Cooper’s pants even as he tucks his cock away, you ride your orgasm out on Robert’s fingers and cock until overstimulation sets in and the feel of his fingers rubbing your aching clit grows unbearable.

“Satisfied, dear?” Robert asks as you shift against him in an obvious attempt to stand.

Not trusting your voice due to the rough use of your throat from Cooper and the pathetic noises which both men had been able to drag from you across your session, you simply nod and accept Cooper’s hand as he stretches it out to help. You stand on shaky legs, knees feeling weak and unsteady, and you hear Robert zipping his fly back up as he fixes himself post-fuck.

“Here.” Cooper holds out his other hand and within it sits a handkerchief, one which was slightly crumpled and has clearly just been plucked from one of his pockets.

“Thank you.” Accepting it, you reach down and wipe off some of the mess from between your legs; your own arousal having mixed with Robert’s release as it dripped free of your hole. Your cunt feels sensitive to the touch, even the gentle swipe of the handkerchief making you wince a little as you clean up what you can.

“I fear I may require more than a simple handkerchief.” Gesturing to his lap as you turn slightly at the sound of his voice, Robert draws your attention to the mess which stains his pants. The fabric looks damp and the mess is unmistakable in origin, salacious and filthy all in one.

“Most men would be proud to make a girl feel that way.”

Both laugh at that, Cooper’s deeper, richer tones matching Robert’s more trilling laughter in a way that pulls a smile from your own lips. In your time at the agency there had been good nights and bad nights, nights where only unspoken fantasy and the promise of money was enough to get you through the acts at hand, but tonight was proving to be as far away from that as could be.

Two clients, total discretion, high payout.

Handsome. Charming. A decent fuck. A goddamn movie star and a man who clearly came from money in a way that was impossible to hide.

Moving to stand, Robert inclines his head in polite excuse and walks towards the bar which sits across from the couch as Cooper remains by your side. Your fingers drop to your shirt, quickly fixing the buttons before you bent at the waist and pick up your discarded panties and nylons. While still technically under contract for another few hours, you can sense that both men have shifted their attention from your talents for the moment and getting re-dressed feels appropriate.

Your body feels deliciously used, your aching sex flaring its interest with every slight movement while your pinched nipples brushing the fabric of your shirt is a constant, interesting reminder of the attention they’d received. But your musings are cut short by Robert’s calm voice.

“Cooper, be a sport and fetch the ladies’ purse, please.” He speaks from the bar, his hand wrapping around a thick, wrapped package as he strides towards you with a definite sense of purpose.

At the request, Cooper’s presence by your side disappears as he goes to fetch the purse but your attention is on Robert alone as he comes to stand before you with a strange smile playing on his lips.

“Something to keep that gun warm on such a cold night.” His fingers deftly pull back a corner of the packaging to reveal a stack of money, the notes fresh and pressed in such a way that you know there is a lot more than that wherever they came from.

“Oh, you’ve already paid.” You protest lightly, the polite and correct thing to do, “The agency-”

“Those vultures have their share and the bulk of your pay. Consider this more of a,” Robert pauses to consider his words, “gratuity. For a service well-rendered. And should we require this service again then I would hope that the lady finds herself free to attend.”

Cooper reappears with your purse and Robert does not hesitate to drop the money within. In a flash, Cooper secures the zip and fresh excitement vibrates deep within your gut as you realise just how much money must be contained within.

“I’m sure I could clear my dance card.” You purr the words in such a way that both men understand the unspoken thanks, “I mean, a pair of lovely gentlemen like yourselves deserve some special consideration after all.”

“Such cunning hidden behind such a pretty face. You are one of a kind, dear, and I know how to appreciate that kind of brilliance. Would you like to play another game? No strings attached to this one and you may choose the game as you enjoy more of our company.”

“Sure.” A warm arm wraps around your waist and you sink into Cooper’s touch as he taps his fingers along your hip, “But I should warn you gentlemen that I am a wicked hand at Texas Hold ‘Em.”

His free hand rising to push his hair back, Cooper pulls you closer as Robert walks past you both to set the table up for a round of Texas Hold ‘Em.