HUNTER (The Corbin Brothers Book 1) (39 page)

“Think you can handle it?” Mama asked.

“I can handle anything,” I said, mostly to hide my feeling of uncertainty. “I have to say, though, that I’m not much of a lesbian.”

“You don’t have to be,” Mama said. “Make sure you pay attention to her even as you’re servicing her date. Think of the things that make you feel good. Do that for her.”

“This’ll be just fine,” I said, waving my hand dismissively, almost to banish my own doubts. “Maybe this is a new clientele that we can look into. Couples. Who knew?”

Mama got her money look and grinned at me. “I like the way you think, sugar,” she said, and I knew the deal was on. “Take them to the big room.”

The big room. I walked back out to the nightclub. The big room was our best one — bedecked in red and used only for our biggest clients. I almost didn’t want to know how much the couple had forked over to share me.

“Who’s the lucky couple?” I asked, getting back to the booth. I knew immediately. It was the same girl and what looked to be her boyfriend. They slid out from the booth, him kissing her on the lips.

“Isn’t she the best ever?” he asked me. “It’s our anniversary.”

“Well, happy anniversary!” I declared. “This is going to be the most memorable one yet!”

“To many more,” she said, her eyes drooping a little drunkenly. She’d probably imbibed so much to work up the courage for the act. I decided to make it easy for her.

I hooked an arm in each of theirs, marching us to set of stairs concealed over by the stage. Many girls eyed me in undisguised awe. This was unprecedented.

We mounted the stairs and I opened the door, adjusting the lights to barely illuminate the bed. It was on a raised platform in the middle of the room.

“I’m going to freshen up in the bathroom real quick,” I said, “but before I go, I need to know your names. I never have anyone without their names.”

“I’m Johnny, and she’s Electra,” the guy said.

“I’m so pleased to meet you,” I said, first kissing Johnny on his lips, then doing the same for Electra. “You all make yourself comfortable, but leave those clothes on. I have plans for them when I get back out here.”

I left the couple seated on the bed before darting into the bathroom. I slipped out of the uniform and my lingerie set before washing up a bit. I grabbed a small bottle of lube from one of the drawers and prepared myself, working it into both holes as quickly and thoroughly as possible. Better to be safe than sorry, I’d learned early on. I retouched my makeup, patted my braids, and put the lingerie back on. It was a deep plum color, very sultry and playing well off the shade of my skin.

I opened the bathroom door and laughed. Johnny and Electra were kissing and petting each other heavily, rolling around in the bed.

“You all better save some for me,” I said, walking over and letting them ogle my nearly naked body.

“You’re fucking hot,” Electra blurted out, her carefully straightened hair mussed.

I smiled at her and held my hand out, pulling her from the bed.

“Look at this beautiful woman,” I told Johnny, who propped himself up on one elbow on the bed. I twirled Electra around, touching her in every spot, running my hands over her breasts, tiny waist; the swell of her ass was barely covered by the sheer fabric of her skirt.

I worked the top off first, hefting Electra’s breasts while smoothing her hair. She wasn’t wearing a bra — doing so would be impossible with how small the top was. Her breasts were large, the only pair in the group that was natural.

“These are the most luscious tits I’ve ever laid eyes on,” I said, wondering if it was just a matter of time before she elected for surgery, like her friends. I brushed my thumbs over her pink nipples, watching her for a reaction. You either liked it or you didn’t, and the way her face colored showed me that she did.

“See, babe?” Johnny said from the bed. “I keep telling you that you don’t need implants.”

“Johnny!” Electra huffed, crossing her arms over her chest defensively.

“Ah-ah,” I chided, slipping my hands beneath her arms to gently squeeze her tits. “There’s no hiding in here. We’re all beautiful, and we’re all friends.”

With some more cajoling, Electra loosened up again. I slipped the micro miniskirt down to her ankles, kneeling and removing it, along with her painful-looking stilettos. Her pussy was shaved bare, a tiny tattoo of a heart inked on the bikini line.

“I love a girl who takes care of herself,” I said, running my hands up her smooth legs. I planted a soft kiss on her pubic mound, listening to her happy sigh.

I stood up again and led a naked, aroused Electra back to the bed.

“You’re up, Johnny,” I said, holding my hand out for him.

I undressed him for her, giving Electra the same show I’d given Johnny. He was heavily tattooed but fit, absorbing my kisses, caresses, and compliments just as his girlfriend had. I stroked his cock, not needing to do much. He’d been hard from the moment we started climbing up the stairs to come up here, I’d noticed.

I looked over at Electra to see if she was jealous of another woman touching her man’s dick, but she seemed into it, her lips parted, her breathing heavy.

“This is your anniversary,” I said, my voice low. “You tell me what you want and I’ll make it happen.”

Electra got up from the bed. “I want us to undress you,” she said. “I want us all to be naked.”

She and Johnny stood on either side of me, rubbing me, loosening my panties and bra, rubbing the skin that was revealed. I surprised myself by getting extremely turned on by the extra attention. Two pairs of lips on me, two pairs of hands exploring my body. I moaned, knowing how important it was to make my appreciation — real or imagined — known to the other parties.

“You all are such a hot couple,” I said. “You’re making me hotter than anyone has ever made me. That’s God’s honest truth.”

I led them back to the bed and we all three clambered on. Getting Johnny to recline, I pulled Electra into a kneeling position.

“Let’s show your boyfriend what a girl can do with her mouth,” I said.

We started working our tongues in tandem over his steel shaft, his groans music to my ears. Knowing how visual men were, I fondled Electra’s hanging breasts well within his sight.

“So fucking sexy,” he gasped.

My tongue met Electra’s more times than was necessary, telling me that she wanted more of my attention. I didn’t think that Johnny would mind. I drew her to my body, holding her, trailing my hand down her back, rubbing slow circles over her ass, slipping my fingers between her cheeks before drawing them forward, right into her honey pot.

“You like that, baby?” I murmured into her ear. “Let Cocoa know how much you like it.”

The wetness between her legs told me everything I needed to know, but I wanted her vocal for Johnny’s benefit. His cock was still rock solid, standing out away from his body.

“I love it,” she said, rocking her hips against my fingers. “Oh my God, I love it.”

“Come here, Johnny,” I directed. “Let’s show your girlfriend a good time.”

I’d never eaten pussy before, but more than a handful of customers had begged me to let them do it to me. Their hot, wet tongues had done little more than gross me out, but I was sure there was a proper way to do it. I watched Johnny for a few seconds, looking at the way he ate her, recording how it made her moan.

“That looks too good to pass up,” I said. “Let me have a taste, baby.”

I moved my head down, feeling a little nervous but not letting any of it show. I darted my tongue out, flicking it against the bean of her clitoris, suckling gently on the juicy nub.

Electra screamed as I worked that magical spot, plunging two of my fingers into her leaking pussy.

“Yes!” she shouted. “Yes! Oh my God, I’m coming! Yes!”

I smiled around that quivering pussy as Electra’s muscles clenched and shook, her eyes rolling back into her head. Johnny looked at me in amazement as I kneeled over her.

“Come taste your girlfriend on another woman’s mouth,” I said, puckering up.

He kissed me deeply, plundering the bouquet of flavors from my tongue and lips. I was surprised that I hadn’t been more grossed out while performing cunnilingus for the first time. I had honestly been more focused on the mechanics of it, focused on doing the right things to turn Electra on.

“What do you want next, babe?” Johnny asked his girlfriend, breaking our kiss. “Tell me what you want.”

I recognized that he was asking her permission to fuck me. I bent forward and dragged sloppy kisses across her chest before kissing her.

“I want you to fuck Cocoa like this,” Electra said, “with her on top of me.”

“Fuck me, Johnny, while I ravish your girlfriend,” I said, looking over my shoulder as I presented my assets to him, popping my butt up and straddling Electra.

That was all the invitation he needed. He pushed into my body, ramming into my well-lubed pussy. I realized that the lube eased the way, but I was so aroused that it hardly mattered. I was making juices of my own.

“She’s so wet, babe,” Johnny reported, holding my hips as he slammed into me.

“It’s because I’ve got this eye candy right in front of me,” I said, kissing Electra sweetly. Every thrust of her boyfriend made my body rub against hers, my tits bumping hers. She arched into each touch, still thoroughly turned on. I knew some customers who turned shy and withdrawn after their orgasms. Electra didn’t seem to be one of them. Of course, I’d never had a woman as a customer.

She pinched my nipples, taking her cues from the way I’d touched her earlier. I moaned, a smaller and smaller percentage of it only acting. It’d been a long time since I’d been so turned on by a customer. I hardly ever came anymore except by my own hand, in the privacy of my room.

“God, baby, he’s going to tear me apart with that cock of his,” I groaned, aware that I was paying a little too much attention to Electra. “How does he not break you in half every time you fuck?”

Johnny’s increased thrusts told me that I’d done right, complimenting him. I showered Electra with kisses, drawing out one of her breasts to suck on the hard, pink nipple. She moaned thickly.

“I want you to come, Cocoa,” she said, her tone of voice making my insides shiver. Was I really going to come on command?

“Play with my clit,” I whispered to her. “Make me come, baby.”

“I’m gonna make her come, Johnny,” Electra announced. She reached down and found my clitoris with little problem, squeezing that sensitive spot gently but persistently. I knew it was probably how she made herself come when she masturbated. Johnny angled his hips differently and struck my G-spot, making me mewl. I was so close.

“Check out this trick Electra taught me,” he said. That was all the warning I got before he pressed his thumb against my tight, puckered hole. The strange, vaguely uncomfortable pressure cut across my pleasure, but the feeling of fullness when he popped his thumb fully inside magnified everything else that was happening to my body.

“Good, isn’t it?” Electra murmured into my ear.

My body burst into an exquisite orgasm, richer than anything I’d given myself recently. All I could do was cry out, moving against all of the fingers and mouths and bodies around me.

“You all are something else,” I said when I could finally speak. “I want to watch you all fuck now. I’m going to touch myself while you do it.”

Electra mounted Johnny, and I did just as I’d said, rubbing my pussy and wondering at the mysteries of life.

There was never a dull moment at Mama’s nightclub.