Page 74 of Play Dirty

“So stop thinking,” he says, shrugging me off.

Which might be good advice. Maybe the best advice.

So I reach for him again. I pull him towards me with a hard jerk. And when he takes those two steps forward and comes into our space, I lean in and kiss him.

For a moment he hesitates. And a jolt of realization courses through me. A sick feeling in my gut that this was all a lie. All a plot to… to… something.

But then his mouth softens and his lips react, and we’re kissing.

And relief floods through me so thoroughly. My muscles respond with some kind of endorphin or adrenaline rush. Filling me with heat, and a weird feeling that defies description.

Augustine’s hand is at my cock. My eyes are closed, my mouth still kissing Alexander. But I know she reaches for him too because he groans.

“Wait, wait,” I mumble. Not wanting to stop but…

“What now?” Alexander asks.

“Be right back.”

I don’t wait for them to answer. I know I’m on Alexander’s last nerve tonight. But I don’t care. I kinda like pissing him off. Besides, he doesn’t have to wait for me. She’s his wife.

I turn the corner in the hallway and find the control room door. This is where—predictably—all the controls are for the basement. Lights, music, sound effects. Yeah, I didn’t realize that last part was a thing. But when I broke in here a couple months ago I went snooping around and that’s when I found the control room. And the moaning soundtrack.

It’s actually more than moaning. There’s whispers too. Male voices mostly, but some female. His voice is demanding. Hers, accommodating.

And I don’t recall this being a thing, since it was probably played under the thumping music and there were plenty of real-life men whispering commands and plenty of real-life women giving in to them as they moaned, but it’s fucking hot.

And I want them to hear it. If they can’t experience the real Club, then I can give them a little sample at least.

I flip the switch on the master control panel and choose the last track combination I played for music.

I might not care if Alexander starts without me, but I don’t want to miss anything either.

Then I find the small jar of white paint, grab two paintbrushes, and flip the main lights out and the black lights on as I exit.

It’s… porny as fuck.

And just admitting that to myself makes me smile. Because whatever.

When I make my way back to the hallway where I left them, Alexander has Augustine pushed up against the wall. His hand has lifted up the hem of her dress and he’s caressing her thigh as he kisses her neck.

Her eyes are closed. Her mouth is open. Her sweet, plump lips are moving just a little. Like they need a job to do. Like she wants to put them on his cock and suck.

That’s the real magic of plural sex. The woman can’t help it. She’s being stimulated in so many ways and in so many places she just… wants things. Wants to fill herself up in every way possible.

I set the paint and brushes down on a small table and slip in next to them. One hand on Alexander’s waist, the other reaching for Augustine’s breast. My mouth finds hers and I fulfill the need she didn’t even realize she had. Her tongue sweeps across my lips. Probing and twisting. Alexander has one palm flat against the wall, boxing Augustine in on one side. The other… it reaches behind me and grips the back of my neck.

He pushes us closer. Asking us to do more.

I’m in a giving mood, so…

I rip her dress down the front.

She gasps. He laughs.

I just grin and keep going. Shredding it down the middle, ripping it free, pulling her strapless bra down as I whisper in her ear, “I’ll take you shopping for a new one tomorrow.”

Alexander helps me get her naked. Off comes the bra and panties—we leave the stockings and garters on.