The New Girl
Fantasy Heights, Book 2
“Tell me again,” Beverly said. “What are the two big rules for this threesome?”
Amanda could barely sit still. Beverly, who scheduled Amanda’s performances, deserved her respect and attention but all Amanda could think about was the two people who’d chosen her for an evening of hot, uninhibited play. Her pussy was already wet in anticipation. Couldn’t Beverly skip the pop quiz, just this once?
Not a chance, she figured, and was about to recite the rules when a familiar man came into the office: Thomas, one of Fantasy Heights’s biggest draws, and Amanda’s trainer. Tall, dark and ridiculously gorgeous, he reigned over the forced seduction department. Half the staff lived in fear of him. The other half maintained a safe, respectful distance. She’d suspected at first that Thomas’s demon-king anti-charm was just his way of jealously guarding his position. She had since come to wonder whether that was a dangerously shallow assumption. Whatever the case, she had much rather stay on his good side or risk being stuck in boring bit parts.
Seeing Amanda, Thomas lifted one devilishly arched brow, but made no comment. Instead, he took a page from the file he was carrying, went to the copy machine, and addressed Beverly. “What’s the noob-let playing today?”
“Submissive third in a trois .”
Thomas snorted. He had once called her the worst submissive of all time. Of course, he’d softened it by saying she had the makings of a decent Dom, but Amanda still hadn’t forgiven him.
He slapped the start button on the copier and repeated Beverly’s question about the threesome-with-married-couple rules.
Amanda rattled them off. “One: Don’t do anything with the husband unless the wife gives me an order. Two: Stay close, but don’t intrude while the others are enjoying each other.”
“Right. Good.” Thomas took his copy from the machine and stalked out.
Beverly watched him go. She wore her age well, with salt and pepper hair and a raspy laugh. “Best not to make any sudden moves around His Highness today, I see. Anyway, get up. Let me have a look at you.”
Amanda rose from the red leather chair to display the dress her clients had chosen. It was halter style, black silk, and short, short, short. It barely covered her mound in front and failed utterly to cover the suggestive juncture of thigh and buttock behind. Kara in wardrobe had applied very little makeup before pulling Amanda’s long dark hair into a sleek ponytail atop her head.
“You’re ready,” Beverly announced. “Hurry back once you’re done. Steph wants to talk to you about some staff fantasy updates.”
A tantalizing finger of arousal steamed its way up Amanda’s spine. One of the nicest surprises revealed once she’d signed her contract were the perks of this job. Staff had fantasy privileges, and could request other staff members to fulfill them. Amanda’s first pick was anal penetration. Maybe Steph, the resort’s owner, wanted to let her know the fantasy had been scheduled. Or maybe another staffer had requested her for a fantasy. Either way, she could hardly wait to hear the update.
For now, there was work to do, and the unknown pleasures of a threesome to experience. Amanda double-timed it to the vast Victorian-themed structure dominating the center of the resort’s grounds, given over entirely to the threesome trade. Inside were twenty guest suites and two lounges where clients would meet up with their chosen fantasy cast.
Amanda entered the marble-floored lobby with the glittering chandelier overhead and the twin parlors on either side that housed the lounges. To the right was The Isle of Wight for the older, more conservative crowd. To her left was The Eastern Star , more contemporary, more like a small, intimate dance club. She headed that direction and went immediately to the compact dance floor surrounded by miniature palms that obscured the view should anyone want to
Fantasy Heights, Book 2
“Tell me again,” Beverly said. “What are the two big rules for this threesome?”
Amanda could barely sit still. Beverly, who scheduled Amanda’s performances, deserved her respect and attention but all Amanda could think about was the two people who’d chosen her for an evening of hot, uninhibited play. Her pussy was already wet in anticipation. Couldn’t Beverly skip the pop quiz, just this once?
Not a chance, she figured, and was about to recite the rules when a familiar man came into the office: Thomas, one of Fantasy Heights’s biggest draws, and Amanda’s trainer. Tall, dark and ridiculously gorgeous, he reigned over the forced seduction department. Half the staff lived in fear of him. The other half maintained a safe, respectful distance. She’d suspected at first that Thomas’s demon-king anti-charm was just his way of jealously guarding his position. She had since come to wonder whether that was a dangerously shallow assumption. Whatever the case, she had much rather stay on his good side or risk being stuck in boring bit parts.
Seeing Amanda, Thomas lifted one devilishly arched brow, but made no comment. Instead, he took a page from the file he was carrying, went to the copy machine, and addressed Beverly. “What’s the noob-let playing today?”
“Submissive third in a trois .”
Thomas snorted. He had once called her the worst submissive of all time. Of course, he’d softened it by saying she had the makings of a decent Dom, but Amanda still hadn’t forgiven him.
He slapped the start button on the copier and repeated Beverly’s question about the threesome-with-married-couple rules.
Amanda rattled them off. “One: Don’t do anything with the husband unless the wife gives me an order. Two: Stay close, but don’t intrude while the others are enjoying each other.”
“Right. Good.” Thomas took his copy from the machine and stalked out.
Beverly watched him go. She wore her age well, with salt and pepper hair and a raspy laugh. “Best not to make any sudden moves around His Highness today, I see. Anyway, get up. Let me have a look at you.”
Amanda rose from the red leather chair to display the dress her clients had chosen. It was halter style, black silk, and short, short, short. It barely covered her mound in front and failed utterly to cover the suggestive juncture of thigh and buttock behind. Kara in wardrobe had applied very little makeup before pulling Amanda’s long dark hair into a sleek ponytail atop her head.
“You’re ready,” Beverly announced. “Hurry back once you’re done. Steph wants to talk to you about some staff fantasy updates.”
A tantalizing finger of arousal steamed its way up Amanda’s spine. One of the nicest surprises revealed once she’d signed her contract were the perks of this job. Staff had fantasy privileges, and could request other staff members to fulfill them. Amanda’s first pick was anal penetration. Maybe Steph, the resort’s owner, wanted to let her know the fantasy had been scheduled. Or maybe another staffer had requested her for a fantasy. Either way, she could hardly wait to hear the update.
For now, there was work to do, and the unknown pleasures of a threesome to experience. Amanda double-timed it to the vast Victorian-themed structure dominating the center of the resort’s grounds, given over entirely to the threesome trade. Inside were twenty guest suites and two lounges where clients would meet up with their chosen fantasy cast.
Amanda entered the marble-floored lobby with the glittering chandelier overhead and the twin parlors on either side that housed the lounges. To the right was The Isle of Wight for the older, more conservative crowd. To her left was The Eastern Star , more contemporary, more like a small, intimate dance club. She headed that direction and went immediately to the compact dance floor surrounded by miniature palms that obscured the view should anyone want to
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