Chapter 9 - Complications
My wife was on the round mirror table with Reza buried behind her and Tedros feeding her his cock while Darryl waited at her mouth.
Her palms braced on the table. Her mouth moved from Tedros to Darryl when I gave the smallest nod, taking each of my men like the order had been written into her body. Reza’s hands gripped her hips, and every stroke pushed her forward until her breasts pressed and dragged against the mirror.
Then a whisper cut through the bass.
“Oh shit.” Viccy’s voice, stripped of its usual sugar. “That’s Lily.”
Spice answered low. “Girl, shut the door.”
Neither of them shut it.
The open doorway threw a slice of hallway glare across the carpet. That bothered me more than their staring. A door left open made a private thing sloppy.
“Close it,” I said.
The latch clicked at once.
Viccy and Spice stood just inside the room, both in their modified Cherry Room uniforms, skirts higher than regulation, tops fighting to contain what they had spent all night advertising.
For once, neither of them knew what face to put on.
Viccy had her lips parted like she had stumbled into a secret and might get paid if she handled it right.
Spice stared at Lily with naked appetite first, fear second.
Good. Fear meant they understood whose room this was.
“Don’t hover,” I said.
They came to me on instinct, like every server in the building did when I spoke. Both sank to their knees at the foot of my recliner. Viccy folded herself pretty, head tilted, lashes working overtime. Spice was less careful. Her hand landed on my calf.
Viccy swallowed her shock into a little pout. “Boss… what is this?”
Reza’s rhythm lost a beat. He knew better than to get distracted, but the girls had that effect on men who had not learned discipline.
“Keep fucking her,” I told him.
He tightened his grip and drove in harder. Lily took it with a moan around Tedros, then opened for Darryl when Tedros pulled back. Her eyes were closed, but I knew the angle of her jaw. She heard Viccy. She heard Spice. My wife always heard the women who thought they were slick around me.
Spice’s fingers crept up my thigh. “You letting them have all that?” Her voice carried that brazen edge she used when she left napkins with her number on my desk. “That don’t seem fair.”
Viccy leaned closer, playing innocent with a mouth made for lies. “Does Mrs. Getachew know we walked in?”
Lily’s fingers tightened on the table edge.
There it was.
Spice had once left a napkin with her number on my desk where Lily would see it.
A hand on my arm when Lily entered the room.
A giggle too close to my ear. A bent-over reach for dropped menus they had never dropped by accident.
They wanted my wife to feel watched. They wanted her to feel replaceable.
“Hands where I can see them,” I said.
Spice pulled back first. Viccy followed a second later, pretending she had meant to behave. Both turned toward the table and settled by my legs, watching.
Lily’s forehead touched the glass wall facing the club. Her breath marked it in brief clouds before her mouth opened again.
Reza’s control started to go. His jaw clenched. His strokes turned rough.
“Finish where she can feel it,” I said.
He pulled free with a grunt and spent across the small of Lily’s back, striping her skin while she arched and dug her nails against the mirror table. She lifted her head, hair loose around her face, and reached back with one hand.
“That felt good,” she said. Her voice was hoarse. “Bring it here. I want to taste what you left on me.”
I pointed.
Reza came around the table. Lily opened her mouth before he touched her lips. She licked him clean with no hesitation, eyes on me as she swallowed the last of him. The old Lily would have made a scene about Viccy seeing that. This Lily made Viccy watch.
Spice muttered, “Nasty.”
I caught her by the hair and pulled once, enough to make her chin lift. “You got commentary?”
Her mouth shaped a quick apology. Her eyes did not soften. She still wanted to see if the line would move.
It would not.
“Reza,” I said, releasing Spice. “Sit. Cool off before you embarrass yourself.”
He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and dropped onto the red couch that wrapped around the table. Abel slapped palms with him, grinning.
“Darryl,” I said. “On your back.”
Darryl moved without a word. He climbed onto the mirror table, stretched out beneath Lily, and guided her by the hips until she lowered herself onto him.
Her thighs flexed as she took him in. Darryl’s hands stayed at her waist, firm enough to steady her, respectful enough to show he understood this was my wife even while he filled her.
Tedros stepped to the head of the table like he had been waiting all night for the next instruction.
“Make her earn every breath,” I told him.
His grin barely moved. “Got you, boss.”
Lily reached for him before he guided her. She wrapped her fingers around his cock and brought him to her mouth on her own, riding Darryl while Tedros took her lips.
Beside my recliner, Viccy shifted. Her hand slipped under her top. She tried to make it look accidental, a little adjustment, but her fingers found her nipple and stayed there. Her other hand slid between her thighs.
Spice noticed and laughed under her breath. “You really can’t help yourself.”
Viccy kept rubbing. “Like you’re not wet.”
Spice’s attention cut back to me. She lifted her breasts through her top, pushing them together until the fabric strained. “Boss, let me do something useful.” Her grin came back, sharp. “You know I been wanting you.”
Viccy straightened fast, annoyed at being beaten to the pitch. She pulled her top down enough to show more cleavage and looked up at me like a girl asking for help with a zipper. “I can be sweet about it.”
Spice snorted. “Sweet don’t get him off.”
“It doesn’t?,” Viccy said.
Spice hooked her fingers under her top and yanked it up. Her breasts came free, full and bare. She squeezed them together and leaned forward. “Put it here first. Then my mouth. I’ll make you forget the whole damn club.”
Viccy’s face pinched. She dragged her own top up, breasts bouncing free, and framed them with both hands. “You don’t need all that noise. I know how to listen.”
Spice shoved a shoulder into her. “Listen? Girl, this ain’t church.”
Viccy pushed back and forced two fingers into her mouth until her eyes watered. She pulled them out slick and held my stare. “I don’t quit.”
Spice turned, planted her hands on the floor, arched toward me, and bounced her ass. “I love taking it in the ass.”
“I take it up the ass as well,” Viccy snapped. “But be gentle,” she said, lowering her voice into something cute.
Lily’s eyes had opened.
She stared at them from the table while Darryl continued to lift into her. Tedros paused at her lips, reading the change. Lily did not tell him to move. She kept riding, slower now, her attention locked on the two women kneeling beside me with their breasts out and their mouths full of promises.
There was the old wound, bright as a blade. Not because she thought I would stray. They had made a hobby out of offering themselves in front of her, nibbling at her security one glance at a time.
Now they had made the mistake of offering themselves while she was present.
“Enough,” I said.
Viccy froze with her fingers still damp. Spice looked over her shoulder, ass still raised, waiting to see if I meant enough from them or enough for everyone.
“You came in begging for attention,” I said. “You can earn it.”
Viccy nodded too fast. “Yes, boss. Anything.”
Spice lowered herself to her knees again. “Tell me where.”
Both of them brightened when I stood. They thought I was coming to them as a man tempted. That was why I enjoyed the next part.
A hand at the back of each neck brought them up. Their skin was warm under my palms. Viccy made a soft sound, already performing. Spice walked with me like she wanted the room to think it was her idea until I pressed both of them against the edge of the mirror table.
“Kneel beside my wife.”
Viccy’s smile cracked.
Spice glanced at Lily, then at me. “Beside her?”
“That stutter cost you a second,” I said.
She climbed up.
Viccy followed, less graceful now. Reza shifted on the couch to make room, still catching his breath. Abel leaned forward, loving the fall of them both from bait to offering.
Lily rose higher on Darryl, sitting upright with Tedros at her shoulder and my two problem girls placed in front of her. Her hair clung to her cheeks. Reza’s release streaked her lower back. She looked at me, then at the women, and the anger in her face did not vanish. It found a better direction.
“These two keep trying to make themselves useful to me,” I said. “You want them?”
Lily dragged her gaze over Viccy first. Viccy tried that wounded little look, the one that fools any man. Lily did not blink. Then she studied Spice, who held her chin up until Lily’s mouth curved.
“Oh, I want them,” Lily said. “Since they’re always so eager to serve my husband.”
Viccy lowered her eyes. “Mrs. Getachew, I’m sorry.”
Spice’s apology came slower. “I was playing, ma’am.”
Lily laughed once. “No, you weren’t.”
Darryl moved beneath her, and she rolled with it, one hand braced on his chest. She did not lose her place. That was my girl. She could be furious and still take what she wanted.
“You both been running around my club with your tits out and your little jokes,” Lily said. “Hungry after my husband.”
Viccy’s cheeks flushed. “It wasn’t like that.”
Lily reached out and caught Viccy’s nipple between her fingers. Viccy gasped and folded toward her. With her other hand, Lily pinched Spice the same way, harder.
“Don’t lie with my husband watching,” Lily said.
Spice hissed through her teeth. “Yes, ma’am.”
“Say it right.”
Spice’s throat worked. “I’m sorry, Mrs. Getachew.”
Viccy nodded fast, tears gathering but not falling. “I’m sorry. I was disrespectful.”
Lily twisted until both women came up on their knees. “You want to show me?”
“Yes,” Viccy whispered.