All right, Scout. Focus. You’ve got two half-naked bodies ready to bare it all for you—bought and paid for by your boss for the advancement of our scientific understanding regarding sex and neural activity. Maybe this isn’t what you planned on for this experiment into the dichotomy between romantic brain and horny brain, but it’s what you’ve got, so the least you can do is give them your full attention.
The Platinum Roomwas, admittedly, very sexy. The plush furnishings, the dark crystal light fixtures, the small, central raised platform. Even the tinted glass walls separating it from the main floor were alluring—they gave the illusion of privacy while, in reality, a guest at the tables could easily see what went on inside.
And by “a guest,” I meant Hudson, who had ordered an old fashioned and smoldered at me over the rim of it.
I clenched my thighs together.
Stephanie guided me to the couch. Music, even softer and breathier than the music outside, queued up through unseen speakers.
The show began. These weren’t cheesy movie strippers but the real thing. A true double act, they began by kissing each other softly, their hands traveling the planes of one another’s bodies. Soon he turned her around, pressing her back to his front, so he could slowly peel off her costume and reveal her body to me.
And it was abeautifulbody. Porn had not prepared me for how gorgeous a naked woman could be. I swallowed hard as he cupped her breasts, pebbling her nipples beneath his fingers. Then he moved the costume down her body until it puddled beneath her feet, leaving her in nothing but a G-string and matching silver heels.
Then it was his turn. Spinning around, she faced him. First, she ripped away his shirt, turning her head to check that I was still enjoying the show.
I was. In fact, I was enjoying it a little too much. My nipples ached to be touched. My clit needed friction—anything to bring me relief. They were incredibly sexy together, and watching them while Hudson watched me…it was almost unbearable.
Slowly lowering herself down his body, Stephanie bent her knees to best show off her perfect ass. Squatting at his feet, she worked his zipper down and—
Oh shit. He wasn’t wearing anything underneath. His hard, intimidatingly long cock sprang out.
And then I was alone with two naked strangers, licking my lips involuntarily.
To my surprise, though, they didn’t stay up on their dais. Carefully, they stepped down and took their places. Her by my side, kneeling on the couch to face me. Him on the floor, ready to part my legs. They hovered suggestively, their lithe bodies glistening with oil. Her hard nipples dangled; another inch and they would brush my arm. His cock was erect, too. Ready to tease me.
Could they tell how turned on I was?
CouldHudson? All the way from across the club?
The EEG readouts must have been going haywire.
Rich’s hands lingered above my knees. “Can we touch you?”
“Sure,” I panted.
Rich spread my knees sharply, exposing my barely there panties to the cold air. I gasped, but I was quickly distracted by Stephanie, who ran the back of her hand down my cheek.
Stephanie licked her lips. Her face was so close to mine. The overstimulation of two people focused solely on me…it was unbelievable. “Can we kiss you?”
Jesus, Clara must have paidmorethan a fortune for this dance.My gaze flickered to the glass wall, where Hudson stared at me with parted lips. Maybe it was my imagination, but the jealousy rolled off him in waves. His lust settled over my skin like a sheen of sex-dew sweat.
Words lost all their meaning. All I could think to say was “Mm-hmm.”
“If you ever want to stop, just say ‘platinum,’ okay?”
“I will.”
Afraid my wandering hands would get me in trouble, I sat on them. It was torture, knowing that I couldn’t touch myself. Still, I focused on Stephanie’s hot breath on the curve of my neck. Rich’s knuckles raised my skirt hem as he dragged his hands up the length of my thighs, straight toward the place where I wanted contact the most.
Then he started to kiss me. Up one thigh, breathing on my pussy, then down the other thigh and back again.
Before I could buck my hips against his face, though, Stephanie threaded one hand through my hair and pulled my lips to hers.
I’d never kissed a woman before. She was all sweetness and plump softness. She ran her tongue along my lips, requesting entrance, and I breathed her into me.
Not to be outdone, Rich abandoned my legs, situating himself between them so he could steal a kiss from me, too. As he plundered my mouth, sharp and intrusive, Stephanie’s hands wandered down my chest until they found purchase around my breasts.
I moaned into his mouth.Fuck.They felt so good.
