side-boob would turn into a full-on peep show. No jewelry, just the dress and a pair of comfortable black kitten heels.
Eric drove her to Prescott House. Five other people awaited her. They milled around the elegant salon with its teakwood walls and gilt mirrors. Dimmed lights, parquet floors and chaise seating made her imagination run a little mad even before a waiter pressed a champagne flute into her hand.
She greeted Phillip, who would be her companion for the night. Somewhere nearby waited Josh and Helen, filling in as observers. The clients were two married couples. Together, they had developed this script with some help from creative. They hoped this game of sexual follow the leader would help them break through a barrier they couldn’t seem to get past on their own.
The four clients were all in their early thirties. The men wore suits. The women wore dresses similar to Amanda’s: draped fabric, and very easy to remove. Everyone seemed friendly enough, but there was a marked disquiet in the air. A couple of times over drinks and appetizers Amanda was half afraid one or more of them might bolt. One of the women seemed especially fidgety, and another of the men had gone from pacing to stalking the perimeter like a nervous wolf.
Afraid the fantasy might fail, Amanda caught Phillip’s eye. The script said they should carry on normally for another twenty minutes or so, but if they didn’t do something, these people would not get the result they wanted.
Phillip seemed to feel a similar urgency to get things moving. He nodded at her, and then picked up a remote to turn up the sound system. The reedy, sentimental strains of Glenn Miller’s Moonlight Serenade whispered to life.
Phillip met her in an open part of the room, and she was once again struck by how Phillip could singe her into an aroused state without much effort. He’d done it to her once in the tunnels, pulling her robe belt tight. He settled a hand against her bare back and held her other with their fingers entwined at their sides, moving in a slow, simple dance-step to the music.
She felt it everywhere when his mouth brushed her earlobe. “Thomas and Joshua are lucky I’m not thirty years younger.”
Amanda felt herself blush, and let out a gentle peal of laughter. “Ease up on the charm. Helen carries a gun, and I’d much rather stay on her good side.”
Phillip made a valiant effort to sound rebuffed. “And I thought we were so discrete.”
“You are. I just notice things.”
“A dangerous skill, around here. If only I had a bit more of it myself.”
She squeezed his hand. He may have recovered physically from the Janos drugs’ side effects, but he was still deep in mourning for Derek and Nicole. The sting was even worse, knowing that Nicole, someone he’d cared for deeply, had been drugging him for months.
The clients took their cue and joined them, dancing close and intimate, and finally calming down. Phillip let more time pass and plied their guests with another glass of champagne to sustain a warm glow, leading them into another dance to get the alcohol moving through their systems.
Once their guests were pink-cheeked and relaxed, Philip drew Amanda to the side where both couples could easily see her. Quite close, in case anyone wanted to touch. Phillip reached inside the front of her dress to caress her right breast. Playful at first, and then with more pressure, squeezing and stroking before closing his fingers over her nipple and giving it a nice long tug.
She let out a sound of pure arousal. The others were watching them, and her nipple was sending out wave after wave of sultry, enthusiastic approval.
After a moment, Phillip let go. He circled around behind her. Then both his hands slid inside the draped black fabric to caress and knead and tease. She leaned against him to enjoy the sensual havoc he roused. Had they been alone, sure, she would have enjoyed how it felt to have her breasts worked over this way, but with the
Eric drove her to Prescott House. Five other people awaited her. They milled around the elegant salon with its teakwood walls and gilt mirrors. Dimmed lights, parquet floors and chaise seating made her imagination run a little mad even before a waiter pressed a champagne flute into her hand.
She greeted Phillip, who would be her companion for the night. Somewhere nearby waited Josh and Helen, filling in as observers. The clients were two married couples. Together, they had developed this script with some help from creative. They hoped this game of sexual follow the leader would help them break through a barrier they couldn’t seem to get past on their own.
The four clients were all in their early thirties. The men wore suits. The women wore dresses similar to Amanda’s: draped fabric, and very easy to remove. Everyone seemed friendly enough, but there was a marked disquiet in the air. A couple of times over drinks and appetizers Amanda was half afraid one or more of them might bolt. One of the women seemed especially fidgety, and another of the men had gone from pacing to stalking the perimeter like a nervous wolf.
Afraid the fantasy might fail, Amanda caught Phillip’s eye. The script said they should carry on normally for another twenty minutes or so, but if they didn’t do something, these people would not get the result they wanted.
Phillip seemed to feel a similar urgency to get things moving. He nodded at her, and then picked up a remote to turn up the sound system. The reedy, sentimental strains of Glenn Miller’s Moonlight Serenade whispered to life.
Phillip met her in an open part of the room, and she was once again struck by how Phillip could singe her into an aroused state without much effort. He’d done it to her once in the tunnels, pulling her robe belt tight. He settled a hand against her bare back and held her other with their fingers entwined at their sides, moving in a slow, simple dance-step to the music.
She felt it everywhere when his mouth brushed her earlobe. “Thomas and Joshua are lucky I’m not thirty years younger.”
Amanda felt herself blush, and let out a gentle peal of laughter. “Ease up on the charm. Helen carries a gun, and I’d much rather stay on her good side.”
Phillip made a valiant effort to sound rebuffed. “And I thought we were so discrete.”
“You are. I just notice things.”
“A dangerous skill, around here. If only I had a bit more of it myself.”
She squeezed his hand. He may have recovered physically from the Janos drugs’ side effects, but he was still deep in mourning for Derek and Nicole. The sting was even worse, knowing that Nicole, someone he’d cared for deeply, had been drugging him for months.
The clients took their cue and joined them, dancing close and intimate, and finally calming down. Phillip let more time pass and plied their guests with another glass of champagne to sustain a warm glow, leading them into another dance to get the alcohol moving through their systems.
Once their guests were pink-cheeked and relaxed, Philip drew Amanda to the side where both couples could easily see her. Quite close, in case anyone wanted to touch. Phillip reached inside the front of her dress to caress her right breast. Playful at first, and then with more pressure, squeezing and stroking before closing his fingers over her nipple and giving it a nice long tug.
She let out a sound of pure arousal. The others were watching them, and her nipple was sending out wave after wave of sultry, enthusiastic approval.
After a moment, Phillip let go. He circled around behind her. Then both his hands slid inside the draped black fabric to caress and knead and tease. She leaned against him to enjoy the sensual havoc he roused. Had they been alone, sure, she would have enjoyed how it felt to have her breasts worked over this way, but with the
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