The New Girl (Fantasy Heights) (2 page)

“Unbind her wrists,” Lisa ordered. “But leave her legs. It’s our turn now.”

They propped Amanda at the head of the bed, comfortably supported by pillows. Her position allowed easy access to her pussy and breasts if the couple desired. She watched while they slowly undressed each other the rest of the way, and liked how gentle they were with each other even though both visibly shook with excitement.

Lisa backed Kevin onto the bed, lying perpendicular to Amanda. She watched, quiet and curious while the wife took the tip of her husband’s cock into her mouth. He had a nice penis, long, straight and thick. Lisa grabbed and stroked the shaft with one hand. Her other hand disappeared lower, between Kevin’s legs to do something unseen that made him cry out once, then shudder and moan out an “Oh, God.”

Though the rules said she couldn’t interfere while the couple played, Amanda thought about what she might do to increase their pleasure. Kevin appeared completely engrossed by the devilment his wife was delivering between his legs, making breathless, helpless sounds of profound pleasure. Lisa, with her bottom in the air that way, invited exploration and tasting, or maybe strap-on play. Amanda wished she could reach the other woman, to slip a finger or two inside of her, to feel how wet she was, to pinch and suck her clit.

She mewed in frustration and got a response when Lisa stretched over to take her hand and drag it down between her own legs. Kevin’s eyes tracked the motion, darkening, hazy. Lisa traced the folds around Amanda’s pussy with a fingertip, and dipped between them.

Now Amanda cooed, relieved and stimulated, her cunt a throbbing, heated ember. Lisa seized her wrist and pressed Amanda’s hand, encouraging her to finger herself. She gladly obliged, and hissed out delighted approval when Lisa continued to probe, their fingers meeting and rubbing inside her cunt. Her muscles clenched around their dueling intrusions, and soft wet sounds turned her on even more.

Kevin, too, enjoyed the play. It must have roused some new curiosity. He regained himself and took back enough control to pull Lisa away and place his wife on her back. He freed Amanda from the spreader bar to position her between his wife’s knees. With a small motion, he indicated it was Amanda’s turn to taste the wife.

Freed now and drawn back into the action, she was anxious to bring pleasure, but still had limited experience pleasuring women. Enjoying the act herself, she knew how good it felt, and realized there wasn’t much she could do wrong. The husband would enjoy watching, too. Without further hesitation, she first reached out to feel the woman’s clit, giving it a light, gentle rub.

The woman drew a hissing breath between her teeth, clearly turned on and very sensitized. Thus encouraged, Amanda lowered her head to replace her finger with her tongue, taking a gentle lap at the warm, musky flesh. Her client groaned in appreciative anticipation.

Knowing what she herself would want, Amanda wasted no time in inserting two fingers inside Lisa’s pussy, pushing in and pulling out again in a light, playful mimicry of sex. She then added her tongue, rubbing and circling, then closing her lips over the little nub of tender flesh. She sucked it into her mouth.

Her client arched off the bed in pleased response, grinding herself against Amanda’s mouth. She pushed back, thrusting her fingers in deep and closing her teeth over the woman’s clit, teasing it with the tip of her tongue.

Inside, the woman’s muscles began to quiver. She wasn’t far from orgasm. Wishing very much to give her a good one, Amanda wet the tip of her free index finger and sought the woman’s anus. Her finger was so slick that it slipped into the puckered opening with very little pressure.

“Oh, yeah,” the husband groaned in approval.

Amanda, completely focused on bringing her client to orgasm, flattened her tongue and worked at her clit, stroking it firmly while pumping into Lisa’s cunt and anus.

Lisa rose higher off the bed, crying out, her head thrashing back and forth on the pillow. Before long the quivering Amanda had felt inside the woman’s vagina turned to hard clenches, and Lisa’s sudden, breathless silence announced she was in the throes of a powerful orgasm.

Amanda loved it. She loved that she could give a woman pleasure like that, loved how she herself felt at getting over her initial discomfort and succeeding at something new. That the wife enjoyed it, there was no doubt. The husband appeared to enjoy it nearly as much, his eyes devouring every move, every moment.

Kevin then took her hand and drew her over to him. He maneuvered her around so that she was on one side, his wife on the other. Both of them hovered over his penis while it throbbed and bounced, eager for their attention. Amanda went first. She flicked the tip with her tongue and reached down to trace her finger over his balls. Lisa, still shaky from a powerful release, joined in, grasping his shaft and stroking while Amanda split her attention between the two, pinching at Lisa’s nipples with one hand, rubbing Kevin’s balls with the other.

Kevin, meanwhile, ran his hands lightly up Amanda’s back and between her buttocks, tickling at her cunt lips and anus, but never penetrating. Longing for it after so long without penile penetration, she wriggled in frustration and invitation. But then she remembered the rules: she couldn’t do anything without the wife’s approval. So far, Lisa had not given any indication she wanted Kevin to fuck their third.

He gave a word of warning that he couldn’t hold out much longer. The couple rearranged themselves so that Lisa lay over the edge of the bed, face down. Amanda was pulled and tugged until she had her knees up beside her ears, held that way by Kevin, who stood on the floor, leaning over Lisa, penetrating her from behind.

Lisa, meanwhile, had Amanda’s cunt before her and was more aggressive than ever. While her husband rammed into her, she banged Amanda with two and then three fingers. Vigorous. Fast. She stopped only occasionally to cry out from a particularly deep thrust, or to bury her face into Amanda and drink deeply of the juices flowing so freely now.

Amanda threw her head back, lost in the aggressive play, swept away by the force of rough but excruciatingly pleasurable sensation. She lost count of how many times Lisa came while Kevin continued to pound into his wife.

On her part, Amanda rode a breathless, beautiful wave of prolonged orgasm. The pulsing went on and on like a second, sweeter heartbeat deep inside.

Kevin came hard before it fully subsided, and she landed gently. She tried to catch her breath while the married couple crawled into the bed beside her, kissing and murmuring.

She hoped they were as pleased and satisfied—and as in love—as they appeared. She would like to think her first threesome a success, and as much as she would like to stay and watch their passion continue to wane into sleepy affection, she knew it was time for her to go. They would want to be alone now.

Amanda reached over to rub Lisa’s arm with warm gratitude, and the couple let her go after a quick clench of hands and sleepy smiles. She shimmied into the halter dress, and met Josh at the door.

She’d forgotten all about him. Suddenly feeling awkward, she recalled her earlier orgasm fueled by his arousal. Mentally adding him to her fantasy list, she managed a thin smile. “Hi.”

“Hey.” His voice was deep. Quiet. He pulled his hat off, revealing a thick head of streaky blond hair, and she hoped he’d keep going, that he would remove the mask he always wore on duty. She’d never seen him without it.

Sure enough, he hooked a thumb beneath the mask and peeled it back.

Somehow, she was not surprised to find that Josh, her highwayman observer, was nearly as handsome as Thomas, though in a completely different way. Where Thomas was angular and exotic, Josh was All-American material. The only curious note was the sharp contrast of his dark, almost black eyes against that gorgeous, sun-kissed hair. He was also older than she’d thought. Forty-ish, but still trim and muscular like a man half his age.

She spoke without thinking. “Wow. And Steph hasn’t managed to bring you onboard here full-time?”

He let out a low, self-effacing laugh. “I wouldn’t be any good at it. I’m way too yellow, for one thing. Way too busy, for another.”

“Oh, that’s right. Steph said you’re a contractor or something?”

“Yeah. Keeps me busy, which is why I haven’t managed to apologize yet.”

“Apologize? For what?”

“For what happened that first night in the shadowbox. I didn’t realize what Marla had in mind when she pulled me over there. I guess I should’ve known better.”

Watching him, she decided he felt genuine remorse over what happened. “Please don’t apologize. I loved it.”

Now he looked embarrassed. “That’s... not the point. Observers have to follow rules, same as everyone else.”

His darkened gaze fell to her lips, as if re-living the feel of them sucking wantonly at his cock while Marla had used the strap-on to fuck her from behind. Amanda felt a renewed haze of desire at the memory. She began to wonder more seriously whether Steph would allow Josh onto the fantasy playlist.

He drew a long, ragged-sounding breath before prying his eyes away. “It shouldn’t have happened. Especially when Steph specifically asked me to keep an eye on you.”

A sharp worry snapped inside her chest. “Why would she do that?”

“She said you had some trouble right before you came here, and maybe it hadn’t all hit you yet.”

Amanda chewed the inside of her cheek, unable to argue. Two weeks before she came here, her life had blown up in spectacular fashion: her fiancé had dumped her for her eighteen-year-old stepsister. The jilting had caused such a scandal, the bank she’d been managing at the time had fired her.

Most days the loss of her job for such a stupid reason stung more than the loss of her fiancé. Looking back now, she wasn’t sure Darren and Shelley’s infidelity hadn’t been the best thing ever to happen to her, but the hit to her confidence, the proof that everything about her life could turn out to be so fragile and temporary, had rocked her to the marrow. This resort, this lovely, liberating resort had come to her rescue, restoring some much needed power and confidence, but Steph probably had a point: No one handled such major changes with perfect grace, and Amanda had no reason to believe herself an exception. What if all this newfound strength and adventurousness turned out to be fragile and temporary as well?

More glad than ever to have her highwayman looking after her, she nudged him gently with her elbow. “Thank you. I like having you with me.”

He murmured something non-committal and they walked the rest of the way back to Beverly’s office in companionable silence while evening fell around them. Josh left her at the door and walked off into the gathering dark. Amanda went inside, frowning a little but not troubled enough to examine her feelings too closely.

Beverly waited inside with Steph, who could hardly sit still, clearly in a rush to be gone. “I wanted to let you know that we booked your anal fantasy for Friday. There’s a rule that says your trainer should handle something like this, but someone else made a request that I couldn’t ignore. As soon as I’ve got the details sorted, I’ll let you know where to be and what time and all that.”

As enticing the thought of finally experiencing anal penetration, she’d almost panicked at the thought of Thomas introducing her to anal sex. Labeling him an adversary didn’t really tell the whole story. Every time she thought of him, it was like a thunderstorm in her head, warlike and loud and blinding. If she were honest, she’d admit to wanting to fuck his brains out, grind him until he was a stammering, panting—and obedient—slave.

Thank God for that request Steph couldn’t ignore. Making herself that vulnerable to Thomas would take more gumption than she possessed.

“Oh,” Steph continued. “I also ran into that one guy with the townhouses. I emailed you his number so you can call him and set up an appointment to have a look.”

Amanda sagged in relief. Most of Fantasy Heights’s staff opted to live on the grounds in the small cabins Steph set aside for their use, but Amanda already knew she couldn’t stay here. She enjoyed her work, but wanted her space, too, and could easily afford a decent place in town.

She called the landlord and met with him the next day. There, in town, after viewing the townhouse she wanted to rent, Amanda spotted Thomas again. He was jogging along the sidewalk in tennis shoes and shorts. No shirt, of course, displaying miles of perfect, tanned flesh. He passed just as she was shaking the landlord’s hand. Neither she nor Thomas greeted the other. They’d see quite enough of each other Thursday, certainly more than Amanda wanted, on the job.

When
she reported to Kara in wardrobe that Thursday morning, she expected to receive the usual black satin mask and ponytail holder. Instead, she found Kara looking almost excited for once.

“Thomas is testing a new fantasy, and I got to make actual costumes this time.”

Laughing at Kara’s uncharacteristic delight, Amanda took up post in the hair and makeup chair. Kara spent nearly an hour curling and backcombing until Amanda’s normally straight hair was a high, sophisticated mound of curls. Next they whitened Amanda’s skin with powder, and went extreme-Victorian with the makeup, applying stark red lipstick, rouge, and a faux beauty mark.

“Now for the costume.”

From the closet nearby, Kara produced her latest creation, a carefully constructed garment made of sage-green and cream brocade. It consisted mainly of a corset that fastened firmly around her ribs, leaving her high, lush breasts exposed. A luxuriantly pleated peplum covered her buttocks, and a high frill of stiff lace fanned out behind her shoulders.

No mask this time, and Amanda wondered after the omission. “What am I, still a handmaiden? This isn’t exactly a servant’s getup.”

“No, no.” Kara shook her head. “You’re a queen today. Thomas will have to tell you the rest. You’ve only got about ten minutes to meet him outside the set, and you’re not even in your boots yet.”

Kara had to help her into the thigh-high lace-up boots. Hurry as they might, Amanda barely made it to the greenroom next to their set on time. Still, she arrived before Thomas, who entered through the side door a moment later.