The Masseuse (Ch. 24D: Decisions)

Author's Note: if you've for some reason decided just to skip ahead, please understand that this chapter is one of four different endings to the story. This is the last one and completes the Masseuse remastered!

They both blinked.    

Claire spoke first. "Are...are you sure?"

She looked me up and down, obviously thinking that I was pretty turned on, that it was her turn, and she'd probably be able to finish me in no time...if I let her.

And she was almost certainly right about that.

But I wanted this to go a very particular way. I nodded.

She swallowed, hard. She looked like she was about to cry, obviously thinking Olivia would just as easily be able to finish me in forty seconds.

Olivia, who had just pulled off of my lap, leaned forward. She stood between my legs, eyes downcast, perfectly submissive and demure. "Okay, it was forty seconds where you get to tell me what to do...so...what do you want me to do, Rick?"

I took a deep breath. "I want you to take that dildo and use it on yourself. When you're about to cum, tell me, and I'll finish you off."

Olivia broke into a smile. "I'd love to do that for you," she said.

Claire looked crestfallen. "Rick, I..."

I cut her off. "While Olivia's doing that, I'm going to make you cum, Claire."

My gaze flicked back and forth between them. "You're both going to cum. After that, we're all going to get dinner and talk about..." I gestured with my hands, encompassing all three of us. "...this. Us."

They both blinked again.

Olivia, cautiously, said, "So...you're hoping, what? That we'll just be some kind of...poly relationship?"

Claire made a sound that could have been intrigued interest...or strangled incredulity. I rubbed my brow. "You both are making this way too high stakes. The bet was a date for the winner. I'm just hoping we'll all go out to dinner and talk about this."

They didn't look convinced. I added, "Look, I care about both of you too much for this to come down to some bet in a massage parlor. That's ridiculous."

Claire nodded.

Olivia looked a little hurt, though. "But I like our bets!"

"I like our bets too. But for someone who agreed to be submissive and do whatever I wanted, you're sure putting up a lot of disagreement..." I smirked at her.

She laughed at that. "Okay. You've convinced me."

Claire giggled. "That's fine...but you've got to make both of us cum before you do, Rick."

She bit her lip and looked me up and down. "Otherwise, Olivia and I are getting dinner," she purred, resting her hand on the swell of Olivia's ass.

I nodded, swallowing hard. "That's the plan." I knew I would need a plan that would let me last.

I hoped I had one.

Olivia looked over at Claire. There was respect in her eyes. And also maybe some desire.

She pulled out the dildo and got up on the massage table. "I'm ready when you all are." Claire and I watched as, with a moan, Olivia slid herself down onto the dildo, and started working herself up and down its length.

"Damn, she can really ride..." Claire trailed off as I stepped up behind her, fondling her tits. I pushed my thick length up against her ass. I wanted to stay in control of the situation; I knew if I let them take control, I would cum in no time.

"I want you to watch her," I whispered in Claire's ear. Olivia was moving quickly. Watching her tanned ass bounce as she repeatedly dropped down onto the length of the dildo, moaning as she rolled her hips, working it, was incredibly erotic. 

Claire was obviously transfixed. She started breathing heavily as I squeezed and caressed her breasts, and her skin was flushing. "Do you like seeing her fuck that cock, Claire?" I whispered in her ear.

She nodded. Then I made eye contact with Olivia. She looked like she was going to say something...but I cut her off. "Shh. You're such a good girl to put on a show for us," I said, grinning. She bit her lip and looked away, eyes downcast, as she let out another moan.

Fuck. Olivia had been right about one thing she'd told me: getting to tell her what to do was so fucking hot. Claire's tits were full and round in my hands, and she moaned and shifted against me as I caressed them. I was leaking precum all over her ass. I wasn't going to last long with direct stimulation; even just being up against Claire's ass felt amazing. I knew Claire needed to be more worked up before I fucked her, or I'd cum before she did...so I kept talking.

"Are you thinking about how she'd fuck my cock, Claire? How that ass would look bouncing on my thick length?" She let out a little hiss of arousal, and nodded again. One of my hands drifted down between her thighs, and she let out a guttural moan. She was sopping wet. I started stroking two fingers along her clit.

Claire was whimpering as Olivia made eye contact with me, and moaned. "I'm...I'm getting close, Rick."

I whispered in Claire's ear. "Keep touching yourself. I want you to watch me finish Olivia." She nodded, and whimpered, putting both hands between her thighs.

I came up behind Olivia and put a hand on her ass. She looked over her shoulder at me, desire in her eyes. "When you're about to cum, get off the dildo and bend over the table. I'll finish you."

She nodded. She was breathing hard, obviously turned on, and she took another few seconds of riding the dildo, and then, with a gasp, pulled herself off it and bent over the massage table.

She looked back at me, a pleading look in her eyes. Fuck. My cock twitched. I took a deep breath. Even I could tell it wouldn't take long to finish her, but I knew how hot it was going be. And I needed to take care of Claire afterwards.

She was incredibly wet, and the dildo had warmed her up; I was able to enter Olivia in one smooth, quick thrust. Immediately, I could tell I wasn't going to be able to last long at all. The whole situation -- that for once, she was the one on the edge, the one about to lose control -- was so hot. I tried to keep control of myself.

Her eyes rolled back. "Oh, god, Rick...keep going..." That was almost enough to make me cum, but I held on.

I grabbed her hips with both hands, and gave her another thrust, and then a third. I felt her freeze and her body go rigid.

Claire made a small sound of appreciation, and I heard her whisper, watching, "Yeah, take that big dick..."

And then Olivia started orgasming, throwing herself back on my length, and rolling her hips, grinding her ass against me with abandon. "Fuck, yes, you feel so good..." I was trying desperately not to cum. I knew I had to finish Claire after this. I held still, letting her work herself against me for a few moments, before I had to back away and pull out, or I knew I wouldn't be able to stop myself. But Olivia seemed satisfied; she slumped over the massage table, panting, still making a small moaning sound.

I beckoned Claire over.

She looked incredibly turned on. I picked her up and put her on the massage table, and she spread her legs immediately. "God,  that was hot. She came so hard for your--" But, staring at her -- glistening wet, big tits on full display -- I wasn't listening anymore. I was on autopilot. I didn't know if she was close enough, didn't know how long I could fuck her, but none of that mattered. She trailed off as I grabbed her waist with my hands, put her on the massage table, and slid inside her. She was incredibly wet, but I had to slowly work myself inside her; she hadn't had a dildo warming her up.

Claire moaned, looking down and watching my cock slowly slide in. "Ungh, god, yes, give it to me..."

I felt my orgasm mounting immediately at her words.

I pulled back out of her, and pumped my full length back into her, once. I was going to cum, I realized. I knew I should try to last longer. But this was all too much. Keeping myself from blowing a load while Olivia was cumming around my cock had taken the entirety of my willpower, used up all my stamina. I didn't have anything left, I was too close. I felt myself crest over the edge.

So much for dinner with both of them.

But at the same time, Claire froze, and I saw her eyes widen as she stared down at my thick length. "Oh fuck, fuck, fuck---"

Olivia turned, still not fully recovered, and watched both of us moaning and bucking our hips, as I came hard inside of Claire as she orgasmed.

I had no idea how long it had been when I was coherent enough to take in my surroundings again. All three of us looked a little dazed. Slowly, I stood up, peeling myself off of Claire. She smiled up at me. "God, that was amazing."

Olivia made a sound of agreement in the back of her throat.

I grinned. I felt...triumphant, for a change. Elated. Almost high.

Also..."I'm hungry. Either of you want dinner?"

I'll spare you the specifics of our very long dinner conversation, except to say that I was definitely feeling emboldened by making both of them climax. The feeling might not last forever, but it helped me gently nudge them into the idea that, maybe, we didn't need to change the status quo that much.

I had to allay some of Claire's insecurities.

I had to assuage Olivia's pride.

But in the end, they both agreed that we ought to try a version of us that meant all three of us. I didn't know if it would last forever, but for now, it was amazing.

I showed up at the massage parlor often -- which helped, because I was increasingly involved in Natasha's businesses. And Claire and Olivia and I would head back to one of our places after they wrapped up work. We mostly avoided Claire's place -- for Brittany-related reasons -- but I became very comfortable hosting the two of them at mine, and we both got to see Olivia's apartment.

I'd like to tell you that we were mostly having the kind of sex we had at the end of that contest...but, in point of fact, it looked a lot more like the sex I had always been having. Olivia didn't suddenly become less dominant, or tease me any less; Claire continued to be a bit bratty, and she had her mean-girl cheerleader side that still came out now and then.

I didn't suddenly become an endurance athlete.

Every now and then, though, I'd get to take charge like I had in the final round of that contest.

I loved all of it, obviously.

There is one more evening, however, from a few months later, that I should probably tell you about in greater detail.

---

It was Friday. I had gotten off work a bit early and stopped by the massage parlor. It was a slow day, and Claire had been haranguing Olivia and I for what felt like hours.  "C'mon, we never do anything. It's Friday! I'm in my early twenties! I don't want to just go back to Rick's place and hang out. Let's go dancing or something. We'd have so much fun!" There was a petulant whine in Claire's voice.

Olivia and I made significant eye contact with each other. Olivia pursed her lips. "Dancing? Like...at a club?"

"Yeah! My friends were talking about this place, Muse...I've never been..."

Olivia lit up with absolute delight, grinning at me. "Oh, you're right. Muse is awesome. We should totally go. Rick, have you ever been?"

My face got red. "Yeah...you know I have..." 

Claire glanced at me, questioningly. "I went with Emma...and Brittany...when Emma and I were still together," I explained.

Her face fell. "Oh. We don't have to go, then."

But I considered. "You know what? Actually, I would love to go with you guys. I should make some different memories there."

Claire and Olivia both looked delighted. We agreed to meet up outside the club in a few hours.

---

I walked up and realized Claire and Olivia had already arrived. They were wearing the same matching little black dresses they had been wearing for our dates, a few months ago.

"Damn. You both look great."

Olivia giggled. "You know, if we're doing this, I thought we should do it." She slid one of her arms smoothly through mine, one of her arms smoothly through Claire's, and, half-dragging both of us, marched us to the front of the line.

The doorman eyed us with an expression of interest. I could see him assessing. Claire and Olivia were hot, but I did not look like a club promoter or like I was getting a table and bottle service...

I could see him mentally weighing the risk that I was someone important he'd be pissing off if he didn't let me in.

Olivia stepped forward and had a whispered conversation with him. He sat up a little higher in his chair and waved us through, ahead of the line.

Claire giggled. "What did you tell him?"

"That Rick was a businessman and an investor, that he'd made a bunch of money in tech and he was considering investments in clubs as part of his diversification strategy. I said that you and I had convinced him Muse might be a good bet, but that he wanted to see for himself without getting a dog-and-pony-show investor presentation. I think our dresses helped convince him. Also, I got really close to his ear and whispered, like this..." She leaned in to Claire and whispered something to hear, and Claire visibly shivered.

I rolled my eyes. Olivia smirked and patted my ass. "C'mon, high roller, why don't you get us some drinks."

I returned with three overpriced drinks from the bar, to find Olivia mid-conversation with Claire.

"...Anyway, that's what happened the last time Rick was here," Olivia was saying. Claire was listening attentively.

"Jeez, you told her the whole story?" I handed her and Claire their drinks.

Claire giggled. "I think it's nice to have some ideas about what you might like to do..." she bit her lip, glancing down at my crotch. The way her tits filled out that black dress was drawing eyes from everyone around us -- mine included. I felt my face redden.

Olivia laughed. "C'mon, Rick, dance with me."

Over the next half hour, it became clear that Olivia was, by far, the best dancer of the three of us. It also became clear that, when she danced with me, it devolved into her grinding on me in a way that was going to cause a repeat of the Brittany situation the last time I had been here.

"You're doing this on purpose," I whispered in her ear.

"Yes," she agreed, readily.

I grinned at her. "Dance with Claire some, you tease."

That was a real crowd-pleaser; the fact that Claire wasn't nearly as good a dancer as Olivia didn't seem to matter. They suddenly had more people offering to buy them drinks than the three of us could possibly consume in a single evening.

Eventually, we took a break from dancing. Claire went to the restroom. Olivia and I waited at the bar for her. We were taking a break from the dancing, having the kind of shouted conversation that club environments required, when a voice from behind me said, "Rick?"

I recognized her voice before I turned around, and I took a moment to compose myself. I had known this would happen eventually. "Hey, Emma." I turned around.

I realized that I hadn't seen Emma since the day she had dumped me. She looked much as she had then. She was tall, thin, wearing a short red skirt and sequined top; the skirt showed off her long legs and ass. High cheekbones, full lips, long brown hair. I had always thought she looked like a hot librarian; tonight, she just looked hot.

Emma glanced at Olivia uncertainly. I decided there wasn't going to be an easy way for this conversation to go, but that I might as well get it it over with. Reluctantly, I said, "Emma, this is Olivia; Olivia, Emma."

They nodded at each other, Olivia with an enormous grin on her face. "Hi, Emma. Rick's told me so much about you." As she spoke, she leaned in to me, draping one arm casually across my body and down my thigh. 

"Oh, uh...cool I guess...good things I hope..." Emma looked Olivia up and down, clearly assessing.

"Mmm." Olivia made a neutral sound that, if charitably interpreted, could've been agreement. Or maybe not. She was also looking Emma up and down.

It felt a little too much like two boxers sizing each other up in the first moments of a fight for my tastes.

I tried to think of some way to reduce the temperature. "So, uh, Emma, are you here with..." I trailed off, not really sure how to finish the sentence. A guy? A new boyfriend? Friends?

"Oh, uh, Brittany, she just went to the bathroom..." she waved, distractedly, still eyeing Olivia. Brittany. Of course. Right.

Olivia, for her part, had an increasingly gleeful smile on her face. I didn't feel her moving, but with every passing second it felt like she was draped over me more, in a way that was, if not possessive, certainly making it clear that we had a physical relationship.

Emma bristled. Tipsy or not, she could certainly tell Olivia was trying to get a rise out of her, and it was working. "Well, you seem like you're doing well, Rick. I'm glad. I really did just want both of us to be happy. Hopefully Olivia is more, uh, compatible with your, uh, shortcomings than I was."

I rolled my eyes. "C'mon, Em..."

But I felt Olivia uncoil next to me, like she'd been waiting, hoping for this. "Y'know, maybe Rick just needed someone who knew how to handle what he had to offer." She bit her lip, glancing down at my crotch. "You were with him for years and couldn't figure out how to have fun with this?" She gave my cock a squeeze, and eyed Emma pityingly. "Seems like a real lack of creativity, to me. Maybe you just weren't up for the challenge."

Emma scoffed. "It's not my fault Rick here can't hold his load." Yeesh. Emma was tipsy. Normally she was way too even-keeled for this kind of conversation. My face turned red.

Olivia continued to look absolutely delighted to have a sparring partner. "You're right. It's definitely not your fault. I know, because I'm better at making him cum than you are. And I probably have more fun with it." Olivia paused, the gleeful smirk on her face somehow widening further. "Anyway, I get it. It makes sense that you just needed to downsize from him," she said with faux-sympathy. "Maybe you'll find someone else more...average. That seems like it's your preferred speed."

Yeesh. Emma spluttered, her face turning red, now. I winced. I had no idea what to say to defuse the situation now. I tried to think of something to say.

Unfortunately for me, there was only one thing that could have possibly make the situation more uncomfortable, and so, naturally, that one thing happened next.

Claire returned from the bathroom...where she had run into Brittany, who was accompanying her. "Hey, so uh, I ran into Brittany in the bathroom, she's here with..." Claire trailed off as she and Brittany glanced between me, Olivia, and Emma, obviously taking in the conversational dynamics.

Emma glanced at Claire. "Hi, I'm Emma, you must be Brittany's...roommate...Claire..." she trailed off uncertainly as Claire came around to stand next to me, leaning against me in a way that, again, signaled that we were not just friends.

Olivia leaned over and whispered something in Claire's ear. Claire turned bright red and giggled, and then nodded.

Emma's lips tightened. She tried one more conversational sally. "Well, nice to meet you, Olivia, Claire. Rick, hope you have a good evening. Doubt it'll be as memorable as the last time you were here..." she said the words suggestively and blew me a mock kiss.

Olivia laughed. "Aw, you know how to give a blowjob in a club bathroom. So wild and crazy. What could we possibly do that would top that?" She traced a hand down Claire's cleavage suggestively. "Well, I was just thinking how all three of us should probably use the restrooms before we head out for the night anyway. Let's go. And, Emma, Brittany: feel free to stop by if you want to learn something."

Olivia once again hooked her arms underneath ours, and led Claire and I over to the bathrooms. As opposed to separate men's and women's restrooms, there were individual stalls. She found the handicap/family bathroom; it was spacious enough for all three of us to be in there with room to spare. She locked the door behind us with a smirk. "This...is going to be fun. Your ex is pretty, Rick, but I have to say...she seems kind of basic for you. And drunk a little early on a Friday, if you ask me. I can see why you two didn't work out."

I was torn between gratitude, embarrassment, and feeling like I just wanted to be done with all of this. "C'mon, Olivia, I appreciate you standing up for me, but we should just go...home..." I trailed off, watching as Olivia slowly unzipped Claire's dress, revealing her tits pushed up in a lacy black bra. Fuck, Claire's body was incredible. I always found her tits distracting. 

Olivia gave me a frank look. "Rick, be quiet. Your ex-girlfriend sucks. We walked away from that conversation; they don't have to keep bothering us unless they want to. And if they want to, well, it's only going to confirm that you're doing better without Emma, and that Brittany shouldn't be such an asshole. So why don't you just relax and enjoy the show," she purred.

And then she started playing with Claire's tits. She deftly undid Claire's bra, putting it on the sink.

Claire gasped as Olivia ran her hands over her, and then giggled. "Wow, Olivia, you're on a mission. We need to go out dancing more often."

Olivia made a murmur of agreement. "It was fun. Even before Emma showed up."

"So, uh...you think they're going to...what, knock on the door so they can come watch us have a threesome?" As I spoke, I watched Claire close her eyes and moan as Olivia squeezed one breast and dropped her mouth to the other. Claire ran a hand through Olivia's dark hair. Fuck. They rarely did this, but watching them together was always...well, I felt my cock get hard.

Olivia lifted her mouth off of Claire briefly. "Of course they will. Emma isn't going to back down; walking away would feel like losing, and she's so sure we couldn't possibly be one-upping her. And I saw the way Brittany was looking at you; she will take any excuse to see your dick. Now..." she glanced back at me. "I want you to jack off right by Claire's face while you watch me work her over and get her ready for you. But don't cum until I say, okay?" Then she turned her attention back to Claire's breasts.

My mouth was dry. Staring, I slowly unbuttoned my pants and pulled out my cock, and began pumping it. Claire watched me, her eyes hungry, as I moved to stand next to her, my cock inches away from her face. "Fuck, he's hard already Olivia. It's so big...I want it..." She practically moaned out the words, and I saw her buck her hips, a needy little movement, as Olivia played with her tits.

"God, you're so obsessed with his cock...you'll get it soon, girl...just have to get you nice and ready..." I could hear the smile in Olivia's voice as she slid one hand down between Claire's thighs. "Mmm....although you're already so wet..."

Claire just moaned in response. Fuck. I was pumping my length in earnest now. I didn't know how to feel about the idea of Emma and Brittany showing up to watch...this. But I figured they probably wouldn't. That would be crazy.

Even as I had that thought, I could hear voices from the hallway outside, dim but perceptible.

"C'mon, Em, he's probably already jealous enough having seen you...you look great...we don't have to do this. Let's just go home..." It was Brittany, sounding concerned. "

Whatever, I bet he's already cum anyway...he blows his load so quick...he's not even that big..." Emma. Angry, and tipsy.

"Uh, he's...he's pretty big, Em, it's been a while, you just might not remember...c'mon, its getting late, let's get out of here..." Brittany, increasingly doubtful that this was a good idea.

"Whatever. I want to go...ugh, I don't know, go make fun of him or something...which of these do you think they're in...probably this one, right?"

And then she knocked on the door.

Olivia glanced back at me, winked, and nodded.

I opened the door, stepping back to let both of them in, trying to keep myself out of sight of the hallway, and then shutting and locking it behind them before moving to stand back by Claire.

Emma was first inside, and I could see her eyes go wide as she took in Olivia, Claire...and me, thick length in hand, still slowly pumping. Her mouth opened but she didn't say anything, just staring.

Brittany made a small noise in the back of her throat, staring at my cock inches from Claire's face.

"Emma...we should go..." she whispered, halfheartedly. But she didn't move.

Emma was still silent, mouth agape. The only sounds in the room for a moment were the sounds of Olivia's wet fingers moving over, and into Claire, and Claire's needy whimpers.

Olivia's next words were gleeful. "Aw, you had so much to say out there, but in here, so quiet..." Claire was panting, moaning now as Olivia worked her with both hands. I could tell she was getting close.

Emma flushed. "He...he probably needs you to warm her up, he can't last long enough to..."

"He does need me to warm her up," Olivia interrupted, smoothly. "With a big dick like that..." she glanced over at my cock, and without pause, gave it a quick lick. "...Claire's just so tight, and petite, I have to get her ready for him..." I felt my cock twitch, and Brittany made a murmur of appreciation that I heard her try to stifle.

Whatever sympathy I had for Emma was rapidly dissolving in the face of her continued effort to take shots at me. 

Claire appeared to be ignoring Emma and Brittany completely, but had clearly had enough of me stroking inches away from her face while Olivia played with her. "Olivia...I'm ready...I...I need that cock now...I want it filling me up..." the words came out as a pleading moan.

Olivia nodded. "Aw, Claire needs you, Rick...why don't you give her what she wants..." I didn't need to be told twice; listening to Claire moan and whimper for the last few minutes had me more than ready to go. She stepped to the side, and I took her place, looming over Claire. Claire bit her lip and looked up at me, a sparkle in her eye. "I want you to fuck me with that big dick..."

Emma made a low, annoyed sound in the back of her throat. "He...he won't be able to make you cum..." she said it in a small voice.

Olivia giggled. "I can see why you'd say that...I mean, it sure would be a shame if you had dumped a good guy because of problems in the bedroom, and then learned how well he was satisfying other women, wouldn't it?"

I didn't have any sympathy for Emma left after her repeated digs. But I did have a case of performance anxiety with Brittany, Emma, and Olivia all watching. I really wanted to make Claire cum. Slowly, trying to keep my breathing even, I lined up the head of my cock, and worked it into her.

Claire gasped loudly. "Oh, god, he's big..." She was incredibly wet, and I was able to work myself inside her easily, grunting as I did so at the tight sensation of her gripping my thick length. I could feel the familiar sensation of my orgasm mounting, but tried to push it away.

Olivia kept talking. "I mean, look at how much she's enjoying him fucking her..."Emma and Brittany were both staring, watching as I pumped in and out of Claire, slowly, and she groaned, obviously incredibly close to cumming already.

Olivia was standing next to Emma now, and whispered in her ear, loud enough for all of us to hear, the knowing smirk in her voice almost cruel. "Kind of wish it was you, don't you?"

Emma bit her lip but didn't reply.

I started picking up the pace. I knew I wasn't going to last long anyway. Claire was breathing quick, almost hyperventilating. Olivia must have gotten her really worked up, because I could tell she was building towards a very intense orgasm.

"Fuck..." she moaned. "I...I'm gonna..." I was grateful...I wasn't going to last much longer, given the sounds she was making. Reaching down, I pinched once of her nipples, maintaining my rhythm of thrusts.

Olivia, smirking, said, "You're gonna what, Claire? Are you going to cum all over his big dick pumping in and out of you?"

She nodded, frantically. She looked almost panicked by how consuming the onset of her orgasm was. "Oh oh oh fuuuuck..." Her legs started shaking.

Claire's mouth was open in a silent, soundless moan as I kept thrusting into her. I glanced at Olivia, who seemed to be playing the role of director for our little scene. I wasn't going to last much longer -- another five, or ten seconds, maybe -- and I'm sure she could tell from looking at my face.

"Aw...making her cum makes you want to cum, huh, big guy..." she said, with a smile on her face.

I nodded, desperately trying to hold back the orgasm.

She glanced back at Emma and Brittany, who were both staring, openmouthed, their eyes fixed on my cock pistoning in and out of Claire. Olivia's gaze came to rest on Brittany.

She leaned over to me, and whispered in my ear, loud enough for everyone to hear, "I want you to spray a big load all over Claire's tits and face. Really cover her for taking that cock like such a good girl."

She hadn't gotten through the first sentence before I couldn't hold back any longer. I pulled my length out of Claire, eliciting a whimper from her. I wrapped my hand around myself, and pumped twice, before I started cumming with a groan.

Admittedly, I wasn't aiming much -- it was a hard, intense orgasm. It wasn't until ten or fifteen seconds had passed that I really had the mental wherewithal to note that I performed, I'm proud to say, exactly like Olivia had asked.

Claire was covered, her tits and face plastered with my cum as she looked up at me, dazed and astonished.

From behind me, Brittany said, "Oh my god." Her voice was breathless, turned on.

Emma didn't say anything, but let out another small sound in the back of her throat, almost a whimper this time.

Olivia laughed. "Yeah, like I said, wishing it was you, huh? Too bad. Show's over, ladies. But glad to have given you something to think about later." She opened the door. Emma and Brittany mutely stumbled out into the hallway. She locked it behind them and turned to Claire and I.

The three of us looked between each other, smiling.

I actually felt a little emotional. They had been on my team. "You...you all didn't have to--"

Olivia cut me off with a kiss on the lips. "Shut up. No, we didn't have to, but we wanted to. You don't deserve their bullshit." Claire nodded, vehemently.

"Anyway..." Olivia smirked. "Let's get you and Claire cleaned up and find someplace to grab a drink. This made me realize...you all know Natasha's side businesses, right? There's one that's a website with, um, videos...I think we should consider getting involved..."

I laughed, and handed Claire some paper towels.

Never a dull moment.