The Barter System (48 page)

He looked hopeful and she
laughed.  “Better, my lifelong best friend.  She’s quite the hottie.  About an
inch shorter than me but we share clothes so we’re close as far as body type. 
She has very long red hair and the slightest Irish accent from her mum.  She’s
single…with lots of sass.  Has her own business and will beat the hell out of
any of you in kickboxing.  Want her number?”

“What’s the catch?” one of
the brunettes asked clearly wondering why such a catch hadn’t been caught.

“Tawny would have no trouble
taking on a ménage.  She was always more outgoing than me,” She glanced sharply
at Micah when he choked on his drink.  “What?  I’m actually very
shy
;
it’s the two of
you
who make me behave badly.”  Riya smiled smugly,
“Just ask my dad.”  She turned back to the four men, “Anyway, the biggest
obstacle I see, and will have to make a condition in order to introduce you, is
that you have to get her to leave her houseboat and move to Manhattan.”

Both men beside her went
rigid and Max asked carefully, “Why is that, Riya?”

She smiled sweetly, “Because
I’m going to be spending a lot of time here in the future.” 

They were up and pulling her
to her feet, practically carrying her to a private room.  When they were inside
with the door shut, they had her flat to the door, leaning into her.  They wore
the most intense expressions she’d ever seen.

Giving them a smile, she
asked, “Why are you so surprised?  How could I leave either of you?”  She
placed her hands on their faces and they gathered her between them.  “I have to
make a trip to the last subject.  Explain in person why I won’t be going
through with our arrangement.” 

They were kissing her,
stroking her, hugging her and she was trying to finish a thought, “Then I’ll
have to go to Florida, pack up my stuff, and…and oh that feels so
good
.” 
Max was rolling a nipple between his fingers under her top.  Micah was circling
her clit through her panties.  “We can’t do this now.  I…I was doing something
or other.” 

They laid her over the table
and licked her from head to toe.  She was not allowed to touch them, just feel
as they loved her.  When she came for the third time, they helped her get
dressed.  Once she was steady, they took her back out to their group of
friends. 

The females eyed her
knowingly and she blushed from head to toe.  They all escaped to the bathroom,
the universal conference room for women.  She confessed to being half drunk on
orgasms, half drunk on wine spritzers and they shared a few choice stories of
their own.  When they’d all freshened up they headed back to the table.  

She was crushed in bear hugs
by one man after another and was chuckling at the end, “Thank you all very
much, I don’t think I’ve ever been hugged so much in my life, that was nice.” 
She accepted congratulations while her men switched her from one of their laps
to the other.  She was sipping…something…with every toast.

“By the way, Robert, we got
a sneak peek at the new novel today…hot.  So not kidding,” Max mentioned during
a lull. 

He was absently rubbing
Riya’s thigh below her skirt.  The more they gave her to sip, the looser she
was getting.  Her ass was on the sofa between their legs, her upper body in
Micah’s arms, her lower body in Max’s.  Micah was gently stroking along her
collarbone. 

The only thing keeping her
draped blouse over her breasts were her extremely hard nipples.  “There are
some things in there all of you are going to enjoy.”

Robert’s gaze was assessing,
“I look forward to getting the first chapters to read.  You know if Melody
starts reenacting scenes the book is a guaranteed best seller.”

Riya grinned at Melody, “Oh,
darlin’ you will know
exactly
what you want to play out.  Trust me.” 

Melody’s look was sly,
“Really…do tell Riya.  Sounds like you’ve already tested them out.”  She had
her hands in Robert and Daniel’s hair, stroking back with her nails like
pets…if they were pet lions.

The men had gotten
everyone’s word to be on their best behavior while Riya was here tonight.  The
other women were noticing her emerging public sexuality and helping her to
blend in and relax. 

There wasn’t usually open
sex on the main floor of the club, though not much was outright prohibited. 
Digital and oral stimulation were most common.  This was a place they could all
be themselves, completely open to their chosen lifestyle. 

Melody was seated on the
laps of both her men; each was rubbing one of her thighs, slowly nudging up the
hem of her dress.  Blythe had purposely put herself in the same position Riya
was in, directly across from them.  Galen had one hand under her sheer
over-shirt and was stroking the underside of her breasts through the corset.    

“I swear I’ll tell you all
about it, but I must dance to this song,” Micah and Max tuned in to what was
playing and realized it was the first strains of
Darlin’ Nikki
. 

Riya got up carefully,
knocking back her drink before setting it down on the side table, then pulled
Micah and Max up and stepped away from the seating and pushed them into two
straight back chairs she pulled together.  “For my second book…”

“The stripper story!  Girl,
I
love
that one,” Blythe said.  Riya was looser, not realizing her
clothing was revealing more than it was concealing at this point.  Since Blythe
and Melody rarely left the club without giving and receiving orgasms, they were
relieved to see she was secretly uninhibited. 

“You got it, chica.  Well, I
was writing and I couldn’t describe the scenes.  So I ordered DVD’s and taught
myself.  I got pretty good actually.”  She turned to Micah, “Tawny said she’d
totally fuck me if I was a guy and that is saying something.  I worked out a
whole routine to this song.”  She pointed at them and added, “Remember, I’m not
a professional but you aren’t allowed to touch.”

And then their drunk and
delicious Riya started to dance. 

She danced around them,
stroking each while she shook her ass like a pro.  She rolled her body up from the
floor, running the back of her ass up Micah’s shins and over his knees.  So
only he could see her, she stepped between his legs and played with her top,
baring one breast, then the other, then both together. 

Turning, fully covered
again, she worked him hard, immediately repeating the movements for Max.  She
walked a few steps away, turned and dropped to her knees, working the stripper
pump with her knees flowing in and out, dropping her upper body flat behind her
to the floor then coming up breasts first. 

She crawled to them,
dragging herself up their bodies, and grinding their thighs.  She worked in
close then moved away and danced alone, her hands thrown above her head and her
pumping hips and legs drawing full attention.  Everyone watching gave her
well-deserved applause as the song wound down.

When another came on and she
began to work her hips, the girls shouted, “The belly dancer routine!”  “Oh my
god, I tried so hard to imitate this.”  “That girl got some Hispanic in her
somewhere, look at those hip movements.” 

“My mother was Brazilian, Dad
is Irish.”  She said over her shoulder and winked.  During this song she never
touched them but neither man moved, enjoying watching her perform. 

Then Riya appeared to
totally disconnect that anyone else was watching.  Dancing and rocking her body
in smaller and smaller circles.  It was like watching a Shakira music video. 
As the song ended, she came back to the moment and blushed brightly before
tugging her men back to the couch and collapsing over their laps to claps and
whistles. 

Melody and Blythe said, “I
need to get those DVD’s tomorrow.”  Robert pulled out his phone and started
looking them up online when Riya gave them the name. 

Galen found them first and
ordered six sets. 

Max dropped his mouth over
hers and kissed her deeply, “Please understand you’ll be doing that again
later.  I’m strongly considering installing a fucking stage at the apartment,
love.” 

They were stroking every
inch of bare skin and taking turns kissing her passionately.  Sipping another
drink, she barely seemed to notice their palms cupping her breasts beneath her
top. 

Nor did she check her own
movements as she began to stroke lazily up and down their cocks behind the
leather while she participated in casual conversation around her. 

Eventually, they led her back
to the dance floor and trapped her between them as they moved slow and
sensually to the beat, their hands stroking her clit and ass until she came
with a sigh. 

With heated promises of what
they were going to do to her when they got her home, she leaned up and
whispered to each of them how badly she missed the taste of their come in her
mouth. 

Leading them back to the
private room, she sucked Micah off while Max took her from behind, all of them
fully clothed. 

Back at their table, only
their group was left, the others drifting away to find partners for the night. 
She grinned at Blythe who was straddling Galen’s lap facing the room while he
roamed his hands over her body and David played with her breasts.  Her legs had
been on the outside of his thighs and she moved to pull them together. 

Shaking her head, Riya
assured them, “Everyone can relax, you don’t have to get me drunk to make me
accept the relaxed atmosphere.  Please…carry on.  I’m happy to soak up material
for my next book.  We’ll have to pretend the club is in London or maybe Bangkok
but I’ll make it easy for
you
to know who’s who.” 

Leaning forward, she said
conspiratorially to Melody who’d moved her hand out of Robert’s slacks when
she’d seen Riya returning, “You realize I had a porn addiction for almost three
months while I was celibate?  I was practically raw from desperation.  Nothing
you do now or in the future is going to shock or disgust me.  Have at it.  As
long as you don’t mind your men seeing my lady bits, I don’t mind mine seeing
yours.”

Everyone in their group
seemed to exhale a heavy sigh of relief.  Blythe laughed, “I tried to tell them
that anyone who writes like you might blush at first but you weren’t going to
go all ‘delicate flower’ at the first sign of another woman’s pussy.  Men worry
too much.”

“Actually, I’ve only
recently become closely acquainted with another woman’s pussy.  It was
enlightening.  You’re right, I blushed at first but shook it off rather
quickly.” 

The questions were coming
from all sides and she described Josh and Jessica without too many details.  “I
know what I prefer,” she stroked Max and Micah possessively, “but it was an
experience I will never regret.” 

Melody lifted her brow and
murmured, “Oh, Riya…you are just
full
of lovely surprises.  Take your
babies home to fuck you very nicely on behalf of all of us.  The next time you
come to the club, we’ll be our normal selves, darling.  I hope you don’t regret
it because I usually don’t go home without the taste of my men’s cocks on my
lips and no less than two orgasms myself.  Blythe is much less reserved than
I.  Positively trampy.” 

Blythe grinned and nodded in
agreement.

“Oh, the book…you’ll like
chapters three and seven.  We blended those today and a good time was had by
all.”  After sending the chapters from her phone, she looked at her men and
said bluntly, “Take me home and fuck me until I can’t walk.  I’m desperate for
you.”  Without further discussion they were out the door. 

Full of surprises, indeed. 

Two days later, she made
them answer her survey.  Honestly, there was a part of her that had forgotten
all about her dissertation.  They were that good.

SURVEY TWO

Subject Name:  Max & Micah

What is the most common phrase you use
for intercourse?
 

Slow, gentle making love is great but
hard core fucking definitely has its place.  And position.