been in the busy club. The man shrugged and poured two glasses for himself and the other human. Gabriella's eyes narrowed as she watched the scene unfold, which meant she would be joining them.
The light upstairs went dark, then the light in the hall went out, and the woman stepped through the door into the living room. The man handed her one of the glasses and took a sip from his own. Then they both went and sat down joining Francesca on the leather settee.
Here they continued with the flirtatious behaviour that had begun inside the club. But now, being in the supposed privacy of their own home, there was much more touching. And now the touching was much more sexual in nature. Soon enough all three were engrossed in each other. Three pairs of hands played over one another's bodies. First the man and then the woman kissed Francesca.
It took no time at all for them to start peeling their clothes off. Then they were naked and all over each other. The masses of exposed flesh came together and combined into a single writhing heap of coitus union.
Gabriella watched as the three used their bodies for their own pleasure and gratification. She clawed her fingers through the dirt and gravel where her hands were making fists. Her whole body was tensed, her muscles trembling with the effort of holding her rigidly in place. There had never been an issue between the pair of them about Francesca using other men for her physical satisfaction. But there had never been any other women, at least that she knew of. Gabriella should be enough for Francesca in that way.
In the end Gabriella could take it no longer, but she was not in the mood for a confrontation. She stopped watching the activity within the living room and fled down the street.
She paid no attention to her direction she just wanted to get away. She was supposed to be the only one.
Chapter Ten
Gabriella took a moment to check on her surroundings. Subconsciously she had been heading roughly back towards the nest. She was now on the edge of the residential area nearest to the industrial estate where their old steelworks was. Gabriella had just decided to head back there to wait for Francesca to return when she spied a lone figure getting out of a car less than fifty metres away.
He was a man in his late thirties. Dressed in a dark suit and carrying a black briefcase he looked like a professional something, Gabriella wasn't exactly used to recognising more particular details than that. This was not a particularly wealthy neighbourhood. No really rich people lived here but it was a reasonably well-off sort of an area she judged. She could have some fun with this.
Silently Gabriella came up behind him as he walked to the gate at the end of his path.
"Mister?" she said putting a slight tremble in her voice.
The business man jumped and turned around. His defensive stance relaxed when he saw what was apparently nothing more dangerous than a scared young woman.
"Yes," he said, a little impatiently. "What do you want?"
"Nothing," Gabriella said keeping her voice just on the edge. "It's just I . . ." She sobbed. "Sorry I was . . ."
She turned the waterworks on full and burst into tears.
Rather uncertainly the man set his briefcase on the floor and moved closer to Gabriella to comfort her.
"Come on," he said. "What's up?"
Gabriella made like she was slowly getting control of herself again. "I'm so sorry," she said.
"Not to worry."
"You must think I'm such a diz," Gabriella said.
"Not at all. Although I'm not entirely sure what one of those is so I could think it," he said with a smile.
Gabriella gave a quick laugh as though amused by the feeble attempt at humour.
"That's better," he said. "Now, what's the matter?"
"I'm new to the area," Gabriella said thinking fast. "I live up there," She waved vaguely. "And I went out with my friends but I forgot my key and my mum works nights."
"You're locked out," The man said.
Gabriella nodded wordlessly. "My friends
The light upstairs went dark, then the light in the hall went out, and the woman stepped through the door into the living room. The man handed her one of the glasses and took a sip from his own. Then they both went and sat down joining Francesca on the leather settee.
Here they continued with the flirtatious behaviour that had begun inside the club. But now, being in the supposed privacy of their own home, there was much more touching. And now the touching was much more sexual in nature. Soon enough all three were engrossed in each other. Three pairs of hands played over one another's bodies. First the man and then the woman kissed Francesca.
It took no time at all for them to start peeling their clothes off. Then they were naked and all over each other. The masses of exposed flesh came together and combined into a single writhing heap of coitus union.
Gabriella watched as the three used their bodies for their own pleasure and gratification. She clawed her fingers through the dirt and gravel where her hands were making fists. Her whole body was tensed, her muscles trembling with the effort of holding her rigidly in place. There had never been an issue between the pair of them about Francesca using other men for her physical satisfaction. But there had never been any other women, at least that she knew of. Gabriella should be enough for Francesca in that way.
In the end Gabriella could take it no longer, but she was not in the mood for a confrontation. She stopped watching the activity within the living room and fled down the street.
She paid no attention to her direction she just wanted to get away. She was supposed to be the only one.
Chapter Ten
Gabriella took a moment to check on her surroundings. Subconsciously she had been heading roughly back towards the nest. She was now on the edge of the residential area nearest to the industrial estate where their old steelworks was. Gabriella had just decided to head back there to wait for Francesca to return when she spied a lone figure getting out of a car less than fifty metres away.
He was a man in his late thirties. Dressed in a dark suit and carrying a black briefcase he looked like a professional something, Gabriella wasn't exactly used to recognising more particular details than that. This was not a particularly wealthy neighbourhood. No really rich people lived here but it was a reasonably well-off sort of an area she judged. She could have some fun with this.
Silently Gabriella came up behind him as he walked to the gate at the end of his path.
"Mister?" she said putting a slight tremble in her voice.
The business man jumped and turned around. His defensive stance relaxed when he saw what was apparently nothing more dangerous than a scared young woman.
"Yes," he said, a little impatiently. "What do you want?"
"Nothing," Gabriella said keeping her voice just on the edge. "It's just I . . ." She sobbed. "Sorry I was . . ."
She turned the waterworks on full and burst into tears.
Rather uncertainly the man set his briefcase on the floor and moved closer to Gabriella to comfort her.
"Come on," he said. "What's up?"
Gabriella made like she was slowly getting control of herself again. "I'm so sorry," she said.
"Not to worry."
"You must think I'm such a diz," Gabriella said.
"Not at all. Although I'm not entirely sure what one of those is so I could think it," he said with a smile.
Gabriella gave a quick laugh as though amused by the feeble attempt at humour.
"That's better," he said. "Now, what's the matter?"
"I'm new to the area," Gabriella said thinking fast. "I live up there," She waved vaguely. "And I went out with my friends but I forgot my key and my mum works nights."
"You're locked out," The man said.
Gabriella nodded wordlessly. "My friends
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