Thread: The Proposition ( Mr Quixotic & Xanaphia)

Jake thought he detected a slight change in the young woman's demeanour. Still apparently nervous, but it seemed to have settled some, and he didn't sense any real fear of what lay ahead. Mark's smile grew in response to her own, his lips pursed, then he lifted his head and cocked an eyebrow towards Jake. One girl five men. Was this what he thought it was? If so, then his buddy had made a brilliant choice, wherever he'd found her. Young, cute, and without the tired, world-weary appearance, or icy attitude, of an experienced whore the girlish giggle told him she was anything but. This was going to be fun. Jake shot him a nod, then threw an arm around Marissa and followed his buddy to the apartment lobby. Marissa didn't flinch at the contact, and Jake pulled her a little closer when they stepped into the car, enjoying the feel of her body next to his. Mark leaned against the wall, and the two men made small talk during the ascent, although the entire time all visual attention remained on Marissa, and the air was charged with sexual energy. Neither mentioned the reason for her presence. It wasn't required, and soon they'd be alone, and in private, where his physical touches would contain more intent. As Jake tightened his grip he envisioned how she'd feel the softness of her skin, the weight of her breasts in his hand, nipples against his tongue, taut ass under his palm, cock buried in her tight pussy and how she'd look, and what noises she'd made, as each man took his turn with her, either singly or in unison, and imagined Mark was thinking the same. Both males were slightly aroused when the apartment door closed behind them. Scotch on Ice. For the two of us. Jake pointed out the bar, then headed to the Master bedroom, as Mark took the opportunity to check out Marissa's ass from his vantage point beside the sofa. Tie slipped off, jacket removed, and top button of his shirt undone, Jake returned in time to greet the young woman she returned with the beverages, happy to see that she'd poured one for herself. Nothing like alcohol to lower the inhibitions. How deep those inhibitions ran, Jake was about to discover. Mark held her gaze in silence as he took a sip of the Scotch, then lowered his eyes to the pink tongue which had flicked out to lick her lips. Jake had quickly explained things to him, when she'd been at the bar, and the man had been impressed. It hadn't taken him long to agree to part with his money, The plan? Mark pulled his eyes back to hers, and smiled. Apparently, you're going to display the gorgeous body which I'm sure is hidden under those clothes. Fingers reached out to brush the fabric he'd spoken of, and he stepped closer, so that their bodies almost touched. Then you either leave. Or stay. Your choice. His hand glided up to her shoulder, then it left to gently cup her chin, and a thumb caressed her cheek. However as I think you can imagine, if the decision is to stay, it will be become impossible for us men to do nothing but just watch. Do I have that right? Mark's voice raised from the whisper in which the last words had been spoken as he dropped his arm, and turned to Jake. The stock-broker, who'd been watching with interest, lowered the liquor glass from his lips, and nodded, his response not giving her too much time to concentrate on what his buddy had just said. The men worked in tandem. That's correct. Two-thousand dollars for each hour, fifty-thousand if she remains until morning. That was our agreement. Wasn't it, Marissa? He looked to her for acknowledgement, however it was a statement rather than a question, and a hand dipped into his suit pocket to remove an item he'd retrieved from the bedroom one he'd purchased for which to have the whores entertain him, but never had the opportunity to use. With his eyes focused directly on hers, he revealed the small, purple, bullet vibrator, and tossed it on the sofa. The remote control remained hidden. The guys should arrive shortly. Why don't you remove your jacket and slip into that, and we'll compensate you for the first hour in advance. A brow cocked, accompanied with a smile, and next came his wallet. Two thousand dollars, in crisp one-hundred dollar bills soon landed next to the toy. Assuming, that is, you're still willing to stay and earn it?