Thread: The Proposition ( Mr Quixotic & Xanaphia)

Jake was glad he'd revealed the number of men prior to arriving at his Penthouse, for the manner in which she repeated it to herself caused him to ponder how she would have reacted if they'd appeared with no warning. Though it would have been enjoyable to watch her expression, that could have put an end to his plans, and he wondered what was going through her mind as she'd agreed. Did she really think, despite his reassurances, that five men, alone and under the influence of alcohol, weren't going to expect more than a simple dance and a show. Surely she couldn't be that naive, and truly believe there'd be no pressure or manipulation. Had some type of avoidance or self delusion kicked in where the thought of what could be done with fifty thousand dollars had over-ridden her natural instincts? Did Jake really appear as trustworthy as he'd pretended to be? Or, did somewhere, deep-down, the possibilities that lay ahead excite her? Jake didn't know, however he was certain he'd discover the answer as the evening wore on, and hoped it was the latter. As enjoyable as it would be to just fuck her, and watch his friends do the same, it would be even more-so to see this normal and attractive college girl by her own admission, not a whore transformed into a moaning, panting, writhing, dripping wreck, begging for more and more cock of her own volition. That she'd be required to get naked was so obvious it didn't need to be stated, but Jake had wanted no misunderstandings. A hand found her knee, and his elbow brushed the curve of her breasts when he reached for the door, and his eyes raised to hers, waiting for a complaint, or for any negative reaction. Touches were something she'd soon need become accustomed to. When he detected none, and opened the door, Jake shifted back and exited from the drivers side. Mark still had a confused look on his face, and the men exchanged glances. Jake's expression told him not to ask questions he'd explain upstairs. His friend nodded his head in agreement, before his gaze shifted to Marissa to take a better look at the woman who'd stepped from the vehicle. Jake smiled her at the awkwardness he sensed in her greeting and demeanour the unsureness precisely the reason he wanted someone such as her, rather than an experienced stripper or whore. Cute name too, though Jake was certain they'd think of some other, more appropriate, ones in the following hours. His buddy drank her in with his gaze, slowly moving it down to take in her tits, her abdomen, hips, waist and legs, then stepped towards her, and focused on her face. I'm Mark, and I definitely think we're going to have some fun. Can't wait to see more. As he began to say something further, Jake threw his car-keys to a valet who'd walked up to greet them, and interrupted the conversation. Why don't we continue this upstairs. An arm casually draped over Marissa's shoulder, and he turned her towards the front entrance, and elevators which would take them to his split-level penthouse the centrepiece of which was Jake's living area. It contained an exorbitantly expensive four seat white, modular leather sofa, two matching one seater's, a six foot long glass-topped coffee table, surround sound entertainment system, and a mahogany bar, stocked with every possible liquor imaginable, off to one side. It wasn't where the guys would normally hold their game, but Jake imagined it would be where they'd now be spending the majority of the night, and the first room Marissa would enter. You can pour us a drink, whilst we wait for the others to arrive. Possibly you could do with one yourself, to help with any nerves? It didn't hurt to be friendly, and attempt to make her feel comfortable, and Jake gave her shoulder a squeeze as he lifted his free hand to motion to Mark who'd moved into the building to press the elevator call button, and began to manouevre her in that direction. Then we can all get to know each other.