Thread: Behind Closed Doors (Admiral Pancake and Demie)

These men, despite their discretion were still booze and testosterone sex machines. Should their colleagues, families and friends outside of this group of five find out what they were doing, they would lose credibility in their elite social circles. Edmund, however, had a hunger for what the wild side entailed, and his four closest associates Franklin, Oliver, Maximilian and Johnathan were followers of his natural charisma. The followers were just as into what would be considered sexual and social deviance as Edmund, the difference being that Edmund had the balls to make things happen. When the door suddenly opened and Gio appeared, a heavy sense of relief fell upon the playboy Edmund's shoulders. Her pictures on the website were REAL, and he wasn't going to look like a complete idiot since he had been bragging about how beautiful the escort was all week long. The cocktail dress was superficial covering in Edmund's mind. He'd tear it off of her soon enough. Oliver, who was happily drunk mentally noted that the lass was fine indeed. Pardon the clich, but blondes really got him going. Franklin felt a little silly now that the lady's appearance was his main concern. He had nothing to worry about this whole time. And poor Max! His extremely introverted and self-doubting nature went into an overdrive of nagging upon seeing the gorgeous, shapely blonde with the red-painted lips. Max had anxiety so bad that he would sit idly in class as opposed to asking a classmate to borrow and pencil in school. Gio intimidated him greatly. Johnathan rose from his seat on the chair near the vanity and approached Gio first. Good evening, my lady. We are so pleased to have you. His voice was deep, and his drawl on the long vowels in his speech gave his breeding away as that of a southern gentleman. He bowed and held out his hand. It was Edmund who had solicited her services, he should have been allowed to speak with Gio first to set the evening on course. However, Johnathan had 'gentleman behavior' on autopilot. Approaching and greeting ladies who enter the room was an immediate and almost compulsive behavior. His country upbringing at the mercy of his father's belt was to blame for this minor indiscretion. Edmund cleared his throat loudly, and it snapped the bowing country boy back to reality. Johnathan's eyes met that of the escort's as the lanky country boy stepped aside to let the shorter, but well-built Edmund approach the escort. That was the group dynamic, Edmund was in charge. Gio! Edmund chimed, So nice to see you, darling! His blue eyes traced the curves of the escort's body as the clingy dress seemed to encourage it. Please have a seat. He motioned to the empty chair near the vanity. Everyone, Gio is here to entertain us for the night. Edmund grinned and pointed at each of the other men as he introduced them by name. This is Oliver, Franklin, Johnathan, Maximilian.... and finally, placing his hand on his chest and bowing a little, And I am Edmund. Oliver raised his wine glass and nodded in acknowledgement of the guest, Franklin waved, Johnathan bowed deeply and removed his hat and Max? Well, he just sort of looked down and clamped his legs shut. No way was this chick going to want to bone him even if she was getting paid. He had half a mind to make up an excuse to leave before the chance to look stupid presented itself.