Authors: Michael Malflic
“What’s the news?” He asked impatiently.
Stalling,
“ Well
, you know how I have been waiting for a little bit of a break?” Deb played back Vincent just the noticing her slightly more polished slightly less disheveled artist look seeming more like a slightly refined sophisticate.
Finally giving in, “I’m moving to D.C.”
Her coy expression becoming one of unadulterated joy.
Those four simple words while the ultimate point failed to explain , but the 90 minute drive in Friday evening traffic, hauling her four oversized “necessities” suitcases allowed her more than enough time to fill in the details for her friend. In the end it could all be summed up that she took a job with the national endowment for the arts, had placed several pieces with a Nuevo Riche type not all that unlike Vincent in his private collection and it led to a gallery show as well to be held in DC.
Somewhere in the whirlwind of an explanation Vincent offered to let her stay with him.
“Perhaps after the weekend.”
She replied wanting both her solitude and freedom to roam a place she had been away from for far too long, somewhere in the distance
was not wanting
to impose on any of his exiting plans. For a few minutes no one else existed for him, his only thoughts were about Deb coming back, nothing deeper and nothing more.
As Vincent graciously unloaded the oversized bags onto the Bellman’s cart much to the small older man’s relief. If nothing else she was eclectic in her choice of luggage, a purple number with bright green trim, literally with wheels on each side, a huge burgundy job she had been using ever since college. As Vincent unloaded it stating to no one in particular “maybe they should look for Hoffa in this thing.”
A duffle bag big enough to supply a Navy destroyer and an overstuffed Travel Pro garment bag.
Nadrea
had all but finished preening and was already four drinks into the night, adorned in her 400 dollar pink silk and satin corset from Trashy, another Friday night and another corset, an irony that didn’t dawn on her until much later, a pink bow in back allowing just enough of her butt to show from beneath it when she’d move, topping the outfit off with a pink top hat and satin pink platform high heels. Wrapped in a common beige top coat she made her way down her old stone stairs the large pink bow’s tails peeking out from beneath the back of the coat, across the walk and into the waiting cab. She was back in form, back in her element and looking forward to an exciting evening.
Steve was reclining comfortable at Christy’s, they never quite made it outside that night,
public
nudity is still frowned up by many in DC. Donna and the Husker had landed, quickly checking in to their suite on the edge on the old market in Omaha. A rebuilt downtown warehouse district is just a quick walk across the street from where they were
staying,
they dined at the French Café, Salmon & Salad. The Husker spent the meal imparting his love of Nebraska on her as she just took in all the people attempting to make the most of their small city. It was a rare place where values had not long since been lost and an enduring sense of community existed.
Deb settled into her room, standing at the window looking out on the relatively flat streets, a sharp contrast to the rising and steeply diving streets of San Francisco, Vincent found his way over to his bar, the crowd was light and after a time he grew bored with the
company or lack there
of decided to head out and change before meeting
Nadrea
for the remainder of the evening, her event already very well under way. Vincent entered wearing jeans and his Doc Martin boots, sporting yet another of his borderline offensive t-shirts featuring a naked woman swinging from a brass pole, its sentiment never crossing his mind when asked what he liked about his shirt he responded “her legs” assuming that it should be obvious to everyone.
Vincent entered the exchange, greeted by a well dressed hostess type who checked his ID against the guest list and then had him review and sign a series of “privacy” documents before escorting him into the party room. The room already swarming with cocktail waiters whose looks varied from boy band pretty to hard bodied inmate each topless and some nearly
pantless
as well, mostly proudly displaying their gift from the phallic goddess given to them upon birth. The female staff joined in the fantasy look adorned in costumes ranging from school girl to hooker, police officers to nurses there was something for everyone as they passed through the room with drinks and appetizers. Vincent couldn’t help but laugh as a woman with
cartoonishly
large breast implants came by in a red sequined gown, her body shape reminded him of Jessica Rabbit. “I’m not bad I’m just drawn that way” he played those words over and over in his head as he watched her curves walk away from him toward other party guest that are seemingly more familiar to her. While his late arrival may have left him out in the cold he circulated through what had to be more than 100 members of each sex, a drink in hand, he had removed his shirt and it tucked in his pocket as he began to blend in with the other revelers. He introduced himself to a blonde that reminded him of a girl he had seen in a prison setting layout from Penthouse years ago. An assortment of stripper looking girls were mingling in their club clothes, one in particular striking up a conversation with him, her long dark red hair, after market upgrades and lavender contacts matching her hot pants.
Nadrea
had already found herself a diversion or two, men at her beckon call drowning her dark eyes and blatant intentions as she playfully danced a perverse little burlesque number for them,
Vincent watched in the distance, he was for once just window dressing and had no intention of disrupting her fun.
Nadrea
flipping her top hat at one her two admirers before drawing in closely to kiss him. Not to be out done the second man was soon under her spell, she had them both exactly where she wanted them, very interested in her and her wicked little needs. As the song in the background concluded with a spinning playful toss of her large pink bow
Nadrea
turned and walked away. Looking over her shoulder to make sure the boys watching her were following. A few minutes later the trio were dancing provocatively their patience in waiting to progress to the next more intimate things wore thin as
Nadrea
kissed their chests and they returned the favor in tandem, they would share her, it was never spoken just assumed, what wasn’t understood was the amount of effort required by each to even begin to keep pace with her,
Nadrea
tracing the lines in the dark haired ones stomach before unfastening his pants with her teeth, first the button and then slowly drawing the zipper down, nibbling and kissing him through the garment to ensure she had his full and undivided attention. Her hands stimulating her other partner the entire time ensuring he would be ready without delay when she was. Others around already engaged in various intimate acts with strangers and acquaintances only provided for more visual stimulation, twisted and contorted masses of flesh searching for a deeper meaning, to life, to love and to the pleasure of friction caused by another person, or two or in a few cases three.
Soon
Nadrea
found
herself
on a soft circular bed like structure, for sleeping it would have been completely impractical, for pure unadulterated sex it was more than suitable, unless of course she wanted to tie someone to it. Its soft surface gave way to a myriad pillows round and square, large and small their purple and red satin and velvet creating seas of color as they were randomly strewn about.
Nadrea
had become swarmed with the affections of both men as the first entered her, she delighted in the sensation the other caressed her chest as she rocked with his motion. She was beginning to feel alive, the time between such experiences passed so slowly and she waited for those few unencumbered hours each week to fell like she might actually be participating in something worthwhile. It was her release, it was obsession,
Nadrea’s
sexuality was about elevating her own desires, fulfilling her own needs and if those who were caring for those needs benefited then fine by her and if they didn’t there was a line of those dying to try. As she shifted her body from reclined on her back to contorted to the side her left hip grounded on the furniture, the right twisting as the corresponding knee fell open the second began his entrance as the first stepped back and then placed himself inside of her mouth, it was an act
Nadrea
deemed as necessary but bought her no pleasure, it was in her mind a sacrifice she participated in order to find her own salvation. She grew impatient at the lover between her legs, his endowment larger than average but far from monstrous and freeing her mouth of the current obstruction. “Harder, you’re not going to break me” his pace elevated but the force of his thrust still under whelmed her. “
fuck
me like you want me, not just faster, harder, use that big dick of yours to get me off.”
His pace slowed but the last few inches were driven into her with enough force that his hips driving into her created a loud smacking sound. He looked toward her for approval “Very nice love, keep going, heaven would be you doing that to me a million more times.” He smiled and drove into her even harder. The second man now sucking on her breasts, going from one to the other, lusting after each equally as if by consuming them he would find one superior over the other, he lingered on each, licking and nibbling, then caressing with his fingers, cupping each individually in his hands and before then moving to the other. “These are very nice.” He said smiling at her,
Nadrea
just staring back, her eyes wide and filled with desire. She again adjusted her position take the lover just inside if her and laying on his back, position her pussy of his face he began to lick her, flicking his tongue toying between pressure and a touch she could barely feel a sensation as if it were a ghost or the memory of a love long since passed, their caress still coursing through her body, her first crescendo neared and passed the second of her lovers looking on wondering where he fit into the new posture. Settling back into her playful manner holds her breasts in her hand, tweaking her own nipples “Kiss them” she instructed her unengaged bystander of a lover while the man she believed she was beginning to love continued to look on from a distance, perhaps he was the ghost she had felt, his touch
his intention his will driving her maddeningly to another orgasm from across the room. Two men kissing her body moving from her knees to her thigh across her center lingering and tracing taunting and teasing while the other did the same above her waist, looking at him “They are nice aren’t they?”
Nadrea
restating his earlier question as an answer, taking her hands on his hard cock and bringing him to his feet, she rubbed her chest on him,
So
why don’t you fuck them placing him between her tits, her hand pressing her chest against him and undulating, she moaned in delight, not in the sensation but in the control. She knew what he had wanted but didn’t ask for it, she was in control, she was the one looking for salvation and in
Nadrea’s
mind he knew he was simply her muse. Taking her hands away his hands quick moved back into place and as she began to orgasm again reached back behind her to tend in part to the man who had just satisfied her yet again.
Positions changed and changed again, visual illustration of how many ways a man can be cajoled into fulfilling a woman’s needs. As the men grew tired
Nadrea
continues to
devoured
them bringing each to the edge of orgasm then stopping to prolong her pleasure, a tortuous idea of fun. In the end however they would leave tired and fulfilled. She was relentless wanting more and more draining the men of their lust only increased hers, their youth left in shambles as she soon would discard them like last season’s wardrobe.
Finally tiring in her appetite.
Vincent approached, “Having fun?”
“Without you, but yes.
Want to join in?” She would now quickly finish off the others like a cat and its prey, toying with a frightened and wounded animal until it grew bored and finally put the torment to an end. Her body drenched in sweat,
Nadrea
slithered to Vincent locking him in a deep kiss. He picked her up like a rag doll, looking at the others “Hope you don’t mind guys, but I’m going to take a turn.” A crude statement to the winded men she had left behind, men who were just now realizing the spell they had been under, traces of her magic would never quite leave them. As Vincent carried her to another part of the room one where a long chaise lounge sat idle he laid
Nadrea
on the carpet before it. She
stool
kissing him from his feet to his lips, stopping
strategically along the way. As
Nadrea
kissed slowly across the top of Vincent’s chest up his neck and onto his chin he swept her up, her legs wrapped around him placing her against the wall, a wall that would serve as a brace for his first vicious thrust, filling her completely, roughly and with cruel intent.
Nadrea
moaned in delight as she writhed on him trying to control his timing but to no avail, just as she thought he was falling into the rhythm she needed he changed it, leaving her on the verge, denying her the thing that she wanted most at that very moment.