Show & Sell: A Dark MFMM Romance

by Abby Angel

  Well, it’s now or never. I knock on the door and wait for the girls to answer.

  Lizzie

  This is a rare moment in my performing career. Jane, Mary, Lydia and Charlie are all staring at me. I do not break character like that during a show, and they don’t either, but these are not usual times.

  Thanks to some rando dropping a record-breaking tip, all our futures are suddenly much brighter. Damn right I’m excited, and I don’t think it’s wrong to show it.

  I also want to know who Mr. Moneybags is, but that may not be an option. Whoever it is probably wants the show to continue, anyway, so I take a quiet breath and prepare to charge right back into it

  I turn my face off-camera to give my colleagues a quick look. We’re all phenomenal at reading each other’s expressions by now. In fact, I think it’s safe to say that we’re all masters of telepathy.

  This time, my quick expression says This is fuckin’ awesome, but we deserve it for being the best at what we do—now we need to keep being the best and REALLY get into this show.

  Yep, they understood every word, and I can see every one of my amazing co-performers light up us we all get back into show-mode. It’s not like we have a script, so it is up to somebody to initiate whatever’s going to happen next. I feel a morsel of relief as Jane starts talking:

  “I think the heat must be getting to Lizzie, but we do keep it hot in here.” Okay, Jane is still in telethon-mode, and she’s taking a little shot at me. That’s fine.

  Mary gives Jane a comically puzzled look. Shit, this is going to be a roast, isn’t it?

  “What was that, Jane? I think Lizzie broke my eardrums.” Yeah, it’s a roast, alright.

  “I think she also broke all the glasses downstairs.” Now Charlie’s getting in on the action.

  “Yeah, yeah, yeah—what-fucking-ever. We promised a show, now let’s…”

  Another first for today: the show is interrupted by somebody throwing open the door. There are good reasons for this never to happen. Anyone living at Bennet Mansion knows the schedule very well, and also knows not to interrupt a live broadcast. The mansion only gets visitors rarely, and those visits are well-planned.

  Nobody would be able to find the mansion without having been here before. And, even if somebody knew where the mansion is, how would they be able to make their way to the specific room were a live was happening? These spaces are soundproofed, the mansion is big, and it’s not like we give…tours.

  Yeah, I know who this is. My costars have only the ghosts of alarm in their faces as turn their heads to the door, but I don’t even bother looking. I can hear those goddamn loafers, the ones I’ve only see him wear at work, clicking into the show space.

  “We’re doing a show, Mr. Big.”

  None of us mansion-dwelling cam stars are quiet or shy as a rule. We are each outspoken in our own distinct way. If Charlie, Lydia or Jane says something, you know it’s them. Usually. However, this time my four costars start muttering, whispering, gossiping to each other as Darcy just clods into the room like an oaf.

  They’re trying to figure out what in the world is going on, but I just don’t care.

  “This is not part of the show, folks,” Mary announces straight into the camera. “I don’t think.”

  “Lizzie, it was me. You asked who it was, and I’m here to tell you that it was me.”

  I finally take a look at Darcy. He’s standing in that same spot he chose during our tour—man, that feels like centuries ago now. This time, instead of confident and aloof, he looks pleading, almost desperate. Almost cartoonish.

  Part of me wants to laugh, part of me feels bad, and a small part of me wants to run over and just wrap my arms around him. I’ll settle for asking him a question.

  “What difference does it make, Mr. Darcy?”

  Darcy carefully steps forward. Just a single step.

  “It makes no difference to me. The money, that is. I could just keep spending it, I’ll do whatever it takes.”

  I look over to where Jane and Lydia are gawking at this weird exchange.

  “Hey, I like this guy.” Jane is smiling, she seems sincerely thrilled, and amused.

  Charlie jumps in front of her and waves at Darcy.

  “Hello? Mr. Billionaire? Don’t worry if Lizzie’s being a grouch. We’ll be more than happy to let you keep spending money. Why, now that you’re here in person, we can also take cash, debit cards, a cashier’s check…”

  “Darcy,” I interrupt, needing to get this over with, “you can’t just come here anytime you want and wander into a show. This is live, as you know. We want nothing to do with your abomination of a site.”

  Darcy very gingerly takes another step forward.

  “It is an abomination, Lizzie. It’s the worst idea…look, I just want to be with you. I realize now that’s not the way, though. I want to keep Bennet Babes running, and I want it run exactly the way you want it. I want to keep your ideas, Lizzie, and I want more of them—and I want you.”

  It’s a little maudlin, and my fellow Bennet Babes are giggling a bit, but…I am getting a lump in my throat. I can’t let myself get carried away by this, not on camera. Besides, I don’t know what little loophole that Darcy has in mind this time, and I’m not sure I want to know.

  “There’s no way around this, Darcy. Not with your own rules. You know it. You just can’t have everything.”

  Jane, Lydia, Mary and Charlie all make an “ooooooooh” sound like they’re watching a rap battle and I just dropped the sickest dis.

  “She’s got you there, Mr. D.” Jane has the perfect smile on her face as she says this. Darcy turns his head to her.

  “I don’t know that she does, Jane.”

  Darcy turns back to me. I feel the electricity of his gaze for the first time in quite a while. And now he’s…holy shit.

  Darcy is kneeling on one knee.

  Holy shit, now he’s reaching into the pocket of his sports coat.

  The room is dead silent, except my sniffling.

  You guessed it: I’m finally letting myself just cry like crazy, giving no fucks about the camera. I keep having to wipe away my tears to see Darcy present the little jewelry box and open it.

  Holy shit, definitely a huge-ass diamond. The diamond is reflecting one of the off-camera stage light, projecting a series of fractured rainbows onto the walls and ceiling.

  I’m jarred out of the moment by a quick quip from Lydia: “If Hawk won the bidding war, the diamond on my ring would be twice the size of that.”

  I have to look over at my coworkers, my best friends in the world. At least for a second. Yep, they’re all teary-eyed themselves. Even Lydia.

  Darcy’s eyes are there to catch mine as I look back at him.

  “Lizzie, you know there are rules which I follow with no exceptions under any circumstances. Until now.

  “Lizzie, I’m in love with you. That’s the circumstance. I’m in love with you, and I am breaking one of the cornerstone rules of business. But forget business, I want to share my life with you. This is a new feeling for me, Lizzie. Do you feel the same way?”

  “Darcy, yes. Yes. I do feel the same way. I love you so much that it hurts. I want to spend my life with you. Yes! But…you’re even willing to break your rule about getting involved with anyone at the same company?”

  Darcy stays on his knee, his gaze still fixed on me.

  “This isn’t dating, or sleeping with, or something as vague and casual as ‘getting involved.’ I want to marry you, and that transcends everything. So, let’s just make it official: will you marry me?”

  I finally take the jewelry box from Darcy’s hand, and he stands up as I do. He takes my left hand, softly, takes the ring from the box and slips it onto my finger. It fits perfectly, and the rainbows are still dancing around the walls.

  “Yes,” I whisper, “forget those rules.”

  The electric feeling encompasses both of us as lock into an embrace and a kiss that I never want to end. We’re stil
l kissing as I hear my fellow cam girls shut down the camera and exit into the corridor.

  And oh my God, this shit’s about to get good. Because I’ve had just about every kind of sex you can imagine at this point. But engagement sex? That one’s brand new.

  Lizzie

  I have to hand it to Darcy. He literally always knows how to catch me off guard. He’s always three steps ahead of me.

  He knows what I react to, what I don’t react to, how to really fucking piss me off, and apparently, how to make me fall in love with him so hard and so fast that I don’t know how I could spend the rest of my life without him constantly in my ear and on my mind.

  Yep. Mr. Big hit it big, and I just agreed to marry him. Holy shit.

  I just got engaged to Will Darcy. Holy fucking shit. Is this real life?

  I feel like I’m supposed to pinch myself or click my heels three times and wake back up in Kansas. Every facet of our relationship, or whatever the hell it’s been up until now, has seemed like an elongated fantasy. Where do you find a guy like Darcy?

  I don’t even know how to follow a timeline here. Everything seems like it happened yesterday, and at the same time, it seems like I’ve felt this way about him for decades, lifetimes even. As my head tries to get a grip on the rest of me, Darcy stands quietly in front of me, his soon-to-be blushing bride.

  “Soooo,” Darcy says, “you don’t want a white dress, do you?” He smiles at me with those gorgeous pearly white teeth. This man is just testing every emotion I have today.

  “You fucker,” I reply snidely. I smile at him and laugh. He takes my waist around his arms and pulls me tight against him.

  His embrace is comforting and firm, and as always, I feel safe. I don’t want to let him go. I run my hands up and down his body—his perfect, toned, strong body.

  As my hands caress him, Darcy rubs my back and my waist. His touch has always been enough to make me shake, and he makes my heart race. Every stroke against my skin is suspenseful.

  I never know what to expect next from him. I really love that he keeps me on my toes, always on the verge of something exciting—or better yet, something sexy.

  My hands find the front of his pants and my thumb latches to the inside of his seam, tugging at them. I unfasten the button and lower his zipper slowly and sensually, giving him my best bedroom eyes and doing my best to set the mood.

  “Shit, Lizzie. You’re so fucking hot,” blurts Darcy. He’s got me locked in his gaze as I’m at his feet and that damn hand of his is at the back of my head. When he holds me in place, ready to force my throat onto his cock...it’s just about my favorite feeling in the entire world.

  I love being Darcy’s slut. I have ever since the first time I slobbered on his cock in this very room.

  Darcy shifts his hips around in front of me, growing impatient with my seduction tactics. It’s actually impossible to tease him as much as he teases me. I bend to him every time.

  As he wiggles his hips, his cock escapes from the front hole in his boxers and waits eagerly at attention right in my face.

  I grip the base of his cock and slowly stroke my way up to the tip and back down. Feeling his cock in my hand sends a shock of excitement through my body, and I’m already buzzed on his intoxicating scent.

  Darcy places his hands on his hips and lifts his head toward the ceiling. He takes in a deep breath, and as he exhales, he lets out a soft moan at my touch. As I stroke his man meat, I watch his entire body as it flexes in different places as I twist or change the tightness.

  I love making him squirm.

  I bring my mouth to the head of his cock. I place my lips on it and kiss playfully, still with my grip on the shaft of his cock. I hear him gasp as I swirl my tongue around his cock head and wrap my lips around him, teasing his frenulum with my tongue before plunging him further into my mouth.

  “Fuck, Lizzie, that fucking mouth. Mmmm, babe, don’t stop doing that,” Darcy exclaims as I bob my head against his throbbing man meat.

  My hand meets the edge of my lips, and I stroke and suck him at the same time, creating multiple stimuli for him and making him twitch at each full motion of my hand–mouth combo.

  I spit out his cock and move my hand from his shaft down to his balls and massage them playfully and happily as I lap at his cock with my tongue. I lick up and down the entire length. I coat all twelve inches of that motherfucker with my saliva and shove it back into my mouth, sucking hard.

  I push his cock against my throat and swallow it as far down as it goes, my lips now pressed against the rest of his body.

  I pull my head back and forth, guiding his cock in and out of my throat, my tongue gliding along his cock all the way. I rotate my head slightly, just to add to the fun. He shudders, and I feel his cock twitching in my throat.

  I moan as loud as I can, sending vibrations against his cock trapped in my windpipe.

  He puts his hand on my head and holds my skull in place and starts thrusting onto my face. I push back against his hand in a playful struggle for control over each other—a game we’re both now well familiar with.

  As my throat is held open by his massive cock, my mouth tightens on the base of him, and he throbs hard and shoots his precum right down my throat. I swallow against it reflexively and feel him twitch hard against my throat.

  “Oh my god, Lizzie. Son of a bitch,” Darcy moans. “Keep doing that.”

  I find a way to bob my head, sucking his cock and swallowing against his thick shaft at the same time. He can’t resist the urge to just hold me in place with his hands and fuck the ever loving shit out of my face.

  I relax myself and just take his cock coming at me with as much force as ever. I feel him throb and pulse hard in my mouth and throat, and I can feel the impending explosion building up in him.

  “Fuck, Lizzie, I’m coming!” screams Darcy. I pull my head away, and he takes his cock in his hand and strokes it hard. I press my tits together and push them up and out, inviting him to come all over them.

  As cum shoots from the head of his swollen cock, it flies upward onto my face. I feel it land on my forehead and on my cheeks, and I gasp and open my mouth in a wide, approving grin. Some land right on my tongue as it continues to expel from his cock.

  A second accretion of cum explodes from his cock and travels directly onto my tits. As it ejects, cum from my cheeks rolls down and meets the cum on my chest, and it all continues to roll down my body, making my clothes wet.

  It’s all over my scarf and my cleavage. It’s in my bra, and I can even feel it dripping down my torso and against my belly button.

  I feel like such a dirty little slut with his cum just staining all of my attire, and it’s still rolling down my skin and pooling at my curvature. I want nothing more than to be used to please his monstrous cock.

  I look up at Darcy. He’s sizing me up, his eyes traveling every inch of my body and paying extra mind to my glistening skin and sopping-wet clothing. If only he knew how wet I was right now.

  My panties are as drenched as my shirt, and the only thing hiding them from plain sight is a miniskirt.

  With his eyes on me, I’m overcome with a desire for more of his cum. I want to swish his load around in my mouth. I want to swallow him and admire the taste of such a sexy, delectable man.

  I push my tits up together, and a good pool of cum forms in my cleavage.

  I take a finger and scoop it up and quickly lick it and push my finger into my mouth. I suck every bit of it off my index finger, and I am instantly drunk from his taste. I take my middle finger, scoop another glob, and suck that off as well.

  The sight of me taking as much of his cum into my mouth to savor has definitely pleased Darcy. I’ve impressed him yet again. Darcy brings himself to his knees and leans in and kisses my forehead in a light, loving kiss.

  I smirk, and I feel my entire body grow warm and fuzzy. I’m horny in such a capacity that I’m incapable of speaking. I just want him to take over me—anything he wants, I’ll do it. />
  No questions asked, no holds barred.

  Darcy traces his fingers up and down my legs in a teasing manner. I don’t have the availability to tell him to just take me and fuck me stupid, so I lay back and bask in the lovely sensation of his fingertips grazing against my sensitive inner thighs.

  He feels the heat radiating from my pussy and puts his entire hand over my mound. His fingertips meet where my panties are most soaked, right at the entrance of my cunt. His hand moves up and down my pussy lips gently, creating some friction against my panties.

  I thrust my hips up in rhythm with his hand, and we both work at my clit, now throbbing with excitement.

  Darcy pushes my legs aside and plants his face between my thighs. His nose rubs against my clit, still through my underwear. He’s taking in my sweet aroma...teasing me as much as he can before going in for the real show.

  I feel a new wetness as his tongue traces my pussy lips through my panties. I hump against his tongue, expressing my eagerness.

  He pulls my panties down and guides me out of them, my legs very briefly brought together to help myself out of them before being shoved back apart. Darcy slides his hands under me and grips my hips with his forearms resting under my ass. He has his face held in a perfect position for me to grind my pussy against his mouth.

  His tongue is slow and precise at first, just constantly tantalizing me. I lay back, relaxed, I and allow him to do as he pleases. His tongue circles my clit before he presses his lips down over it and sucks at it.

  I moan and throw my hips up at his face involuntarily, slightly jarred by the immediate shift in intensity.

  His hands press into my hips hard as they shove my cunt against his face, almost to put them back in their place and let him dominate me. I’m driven mad with his initiative and need for control.

  I want it though. I want to submit to him every way I can. His rewards are just so spectacular that I can’t help myself.