“You must all leave, now.” Owen gets up and walks out.
“Cuddles are cool!”
Stacey
“Princess Stacey, oh yes.”
Joseph has been treating me like a princess since we returned to the hotel. He hands me with another glass of freezing cold champagne. The icy chill slips down my throat. I lay on the bed propped up on the pillows. I grin at Joseph and pull at the belt of my bathrobe. We need to forget the Owen thing for a while.
Joseph rolls over on the bed toward me. "What are you doing?" he asks.
I pick one of the ice cubes from the bucket. I cup my proffered fruit and rub it over the pink tip of my nipple as I hold it between my thumb and forefinger. I feel the rosy tips of my breasts harden under the icy touch. Small trickles of melted ice run don my ample breasts.
"That is very novel," Joseph says.
I look at him seductively. "You are not to read my novels, unless you put the bookmark back exactly where you found it!” I tease him more. “How about this?" I ask drizzling champagne over my breasts.
"I suppose I have to lick it off?"
"Of course, there is no way I can reach," I say laughing.
I kneel on the bed with Joseph. He kneels in front of me and places his open mouth under my budded nipple. I raise the glass and drip icy cold champagne onto my body. The icy drink flows over my curves and runs into Joseph’s wanting mouth. He takes my breast into his warm mouth and swirls his tongue over the champagne-dampened bud.
I yelp in pleasure. The hot and cold combination sends a myriad of sensations flowing through my body.
"It tastes better when your nipple is in it, mmm, tastier than a cherry." Joseph laughs.
"How about drinking it from my pussy?"
"Now that would be something special," he replies grinning.
I tell Joseph to lay on his back. I straddle over his face. I lower my curvy hips down and to his face. My pussy just inches from his mouth.
"Get ready…"
I squeal, as I pour cold champagne onto my body. The cold flows over my breasts, and a small stream runs toward the junction of my thighs. The door to my womanhood is soaked from the pooling of champagne. I look down. Joseph has his mouth open as the cold drink drips from my hot velvety flesh.
I put the glass on the table and lower my hips to Joseph. He places his hands on the silky nakedness of my inner thighs. He pushes his lips against the delicate softness of my damp, moist arousal. I put my hands on the headrest and slowly rock my hips back and forth. Joseph’s tongue slides up the center of my hot wet cunt. He is my heaven. I love my Wet Wednesday guy.
"Jesus Christ, Joseph," I murmur in a moan.
I groan as I lower my hips, my body squirms against him as his tongue moves deeper inside me. I dip my hand inside the ice-bucket and grab an ice cube. Now, I lower my hand and rub it against the fiery furnace between my thighs. I feel the coldness flow through my budded clit. Joseph raises his hot tongue and flicks it over my arousal.
"Sweet Jesus, Wet Wednesday, that is so tantalizing," I squeal.
Joseph flicks his tongue faster and faster. The melting pot of sensations overflows and spreads through my body. Now, I pull open his robe with his evident arousal starting to stir. I lower my hands and begin to slowly caress his throbbing shaft. I feel the pulse rising in his manhood as his shaft slowly grows and I feel myself tingle in my secret place. Wrapping my slender fingers around the base of his manhood, I tighten my grip. His cock hardens under my touch as I draw my hand back and forth.
I look toward Joseph’s face, his eyes tightly shut as he murmurs to himself. I draw back my hand and reveal the hard head of his shaft. I dip my head, and then the fullness of my lips wrap perfectly around the head of his hard arousal. I swirl my tongue over him. Joseph raises his hips and thrusts himself deeper into my hot wanting mouth, the warmth of it throbbing deep inside my throat.
I bob my head as Joseph puts his hand on the back of my head, then he pushes hard as he tightens his grip into my hair. His fist tightens; I feel him pulling the roots of my long blonde hair and it turns me on. Now, he loosens his grip and I slide my head up from his rigid shaft. My hand thrusts wildly, beating the substantial length and width of him.
Joseph stirs his hips and thrashes wildly under my touch. His hard cock pushes into my hand. I place my leg over his muscular hips. I put a hand on his barreled chest and my hips raise as I rub Joseph’s shaft against my pink budded clit.
He enters me and I arch my body willingly, the contractions of my pussy gripping his hard shaft. His cock moves filling my core as I arch my hips wildly. I can feel my juices flowing as I reach for a glass of champagne. I pour it over my breasts; the cold streams flow to my hot pussy as Joseph surges below me.
I look deep into Joseph’s gorgeous eyes. He bites his lip as he thrusts up into the depths of my womanly body. My hot sensual rhythm matches the thrusting of his hips. My body begins to warm as I feel the sensations flooding through me. My eyes sparkle as the animal magnetism flows between us. My pussy walls clench. I feel my body sucking the seed from Joseph, my Wet Wednesday boy. His body groans as he pulls at my breasts.
I rest my hands onto his chest, I lean my head forward. "I am going to cum, Joseph."
His eyes light up as he eyes my horny body. I gyrate my hips and thrust them harder onto the rigid shaft, his body fills the depths of my pussy as I bite my lip in sheer ecstasy. My head bows; my long blonde hair falls over his face. I stare seductively into his manly gaze.
“Ohhh,” I let out.
I squeeze my legs together and my hips gripping the masculine hips below me. My back arches and I feel perfect.
"Stacey, I am real close," he says breathlessly.
Joseph closes his eyes. His frantic thrusts move more. I clench my teeth and dig my nails into Joseph’s broad chest. My fists clench. He squeals with pain as my nails sink deeper into the muscled torso that lays underneath me.
"God, Joseph, I am cumming," I squeal with pleasure.
My body shudders as Joseph’s thrusting shortens. His breath deepens, and his hips arch in unspeakable ecstasy. He thrusts once more, and then he thrusts again.
"Joseph, I am cumming," I scream out.
My body shudders and quivers wildly, my hips rock in wild abandonment. I can feel the fruits of his loins spilling over into the wetness of my satisfied pussy.
As we breathe together, I rest my hands on the taut, muscular skin of Joseph’s chest. My satisfied body slumps onto the expanse of his god-like body. The clenching deep inside my pussy eases as my breathing slows. He wraps his arm around my shoulder and pulls me closer into his grip. I rest my head on his chest and run my fingers over the marks my nails have left.
"Did that hurt?" I ask.
"A little, but it was all worth it in the end," he replies with a gorgeous grin. He has a small dimple I never noticed before.
I lift my head and look deep into his gaze. Joseph smiles as he kisses my brow. I pull my robe over our bodies as we lay entwined in each other's embrace.
I look to Joseph and smile. "We still have strawberries and ice cream to eat," I say giggling.
“Yes, Princess, we do!”
“Princess Stacey, oh yes.”
Joseph
“I’ll always protect my Wet Wednesday girl.”
Stacey showers and gets ready to go to the club. I think I should go with her as things are getting slightly hairy. That meeting with Owen was weird. New characters are coming onto the scene. I had no idea who some of them were. Now, Owen was also full of information. He had told me that there were sleeper teams all around the United States. This equated to one hundred and fifty triplets that could be working for The Kingmaker.
For years, I was led to believe that I was the main guy, no matter where problems stemmed up around the world. I was the one who sorted it all out. This was not the case, apparently. Every state had a person, just like me who thought they were in charge. I felt slightly cheated from the responsibilit
y I thought I had. All of us were puppets in a big game of global domination, and it was down to The Kingmaker who was seemingly controlling it all.
Beau was supposed to meet Ty at the hotel, but he had not shown. His cell was with Shona, so we had no idea where he was. I had told Owen to meet me at the club. I was unsure whether to show him my controlling room, even if he seemed to know more about this than I did.
"Can I drive to the club?" Stacey asks.
"You can if you are very careful, the car bucks like a mule, it is a real handful," I say in truth.
We take the stairs to the private garage and Stacey reaches behind the front wheel for the keys. She opens the central locking and climbs behind the steering wheel. She buckles her four-point harness and starts the engine.
The car drives onto the street, Stacey flicks the switch to the “S” position.
"What does the ‘S’ stand for?" she asks.
"Shit scared," I reply with a laugh.
"I can understand that, it is a hell of a beast," she says.
Stacey pulls out some headphones. She plugs them into her phone and hits play for the music.
"It is too loud?" she screams.
I nod in a “no” as Stacey hits the ignition button. The turbo's fire into life. She puts her foot on the floor. The roar of the engine fills the street. The car lurches and spins in a circle.
"Fuck, this is hard," she says.
I watch as she eases her foot onto the gas pedal. The car begins to pull forward. She grips the wheel and flicks through the paddle gears. The headlights glare down the street, Stacey is doing well over a hundred. She dips the brake and skids into the next street. We start approaching the docks, and the club is all lit up with the Spa casting a great neon glow into the night sky.
Stacey hits the horn as the security guard raises the barrier and Stacey flies into the parking lot. She stops the car in front of the entrance, the engine creaking and spitting as it starts cooling.
"That is more fun than dancing," Stacey says.
"Not for me it isn't, I can watch you dance all day," I reply.
"Is there no let up with your insatiable appetite?" she asks.
"Not when you are concerned, gorgeous baby girl."
Stacey smiles at me. "You are just too damned horny, that's your problem," she says twirling her hair.
"Yep!”
As we begin to enter the lobby, a car horn sounds from behind us. Beau slowly pulls up behind the car. His engine stops, and Shona steps out from the car.
We walk back. "I thought you were meeting Ty at Magma Rocks?"
"That was the intention, I got slightly distracted," Beau says.
"What distracted you?" I ask.
"I had a flat, And I was just about to jack up the car. I heard a large group of bikes pulling up behind me," Beau explains.
“Shit.”
"I started to panic slightly. The leader opened his mouth first and called me Ghost, I assumed it was something to do with Ty, so I played along with him," Beau explains.
"What was he saying?" I ask.
"He said that guy was coming back up from Mexico, you know the one that you were after?"
"Wonders may never cease, everything is happening all at once," I reply. My stress feels like it’s rising up again.
We walk into the reception. Owen is waiting over by the reception desk.
"This is a really cool place," he says.
"This is not all of it, this is just the front," I reply.
"I can't wait to see the other part of it," he asks.
I lead him through the secret door. We walk down to the large doors of the club. I can hear the faint thump of the music through the door. The doorman ushers us inside. Owen is absolutely speechless at the real club.
"This is unbelievable," he comments.
"Just wait until you see some of the girls!"
I lead him to my room and open the door. We walk inside.
"Ah, this is pretty standard, I have seen it all before," he says plainly.
"I thought this was all special." Stacey looks at me, unamused by his words.
"Not in the slightest," Owen explains.
"Tell me more then, I need to fully understand," I say.
"Well, that map on the wall, where do you think all those lights are?" Owen asks.
"I thought they linked to the country where the light is located."
"No such luck, all these offices think the same thing. Whatever you do is transmitted to a central control center in Mexico," he says.
"That’s hard to believe," I say.
"It is true, the signals might be from that country, but what you tell them to do never even makes it over the water," Owen explains.
"What about this Kingmaker guy?" Stacey asks.
"He does all the controlling, he can overthrow governments in a flash, and you Joseph, are helping him," Owen says.
"A guy from Mexico, he killed my fiancé," I explained.
"You have never had a fiancé, it’s the same deal as with Beau and Ty. And your girlfriends are programmed out of you," he says.
"What about Stacey and the other two girls?" I ask.
"It is evident, something somewhere has gone wrong," he says.
Owen explains, the three of us now are the first ones ever to have real women in our lives.
"Things seem so real," I say.
"That is the way you have been programmed?"
"What about you, how do you fit into all of this?" I ask.
"I am an innocent bystander who got to learn too much," he says.
Owen looks at the cameras of the club. "As I am here, show me some of the girls you mentioned," he says. I feel confused. Very confused.
I flick on the cameras, and we pan across the club. "This is a real testament to ingenuity," he says.
"This is the only real thing in our lives, apparently," I add.
"I know you want to remain this way and get free from the clutches of The Kingmaker," he says.
"I do, I know because are all happy now," I explain.
"As I said this afternoon to your girl, just don't get pregnant… yet," he explains.
"Why?" Stacey looks at me with a sweet face.
"I am not sure how a child would turn out. Don’t forget you are genetically modified, so any offspring may be… different," he explains.
We continue to scan over the girls in the club. Owen leans closer to the screen.
"Pause it," he says.
"Why what have you seen?" I ask.
"That girl there, the one with the black hair," he say.s
"Yeah, that is Cherry."
“Stupid cow,” adds Stacey.
"Joseph, she may have called herself Cherry, but that is not her name," he says.
"I don't understand, who is she?"
Owen spins around in the chair, he lifts his gaze toward me. "That girl is Michelle."
"Why would she have a different name?" Stacey asks.
"For one simple reason. She is The Kingmaker’s girlfriend," he explains.
"Stacey had a real go with her the other day.”
"It is evident, he has heard of the girls. Maybe that is the reason he is coming back from Mexico," Owen says.
"What happens now; he must know everything that is going on?" I ask.
"If he has planted Michelle here, he knows everything," Owen says.
"So, we are all in danger then?" Stacey asks.
"No, he will not risk all of his operations."
Owen begins to tell me of Operation Rotation. Where we each have our brains cleared and we are moved into each other's lives. I would become Beau, and he would become Ty. Ty would become me. It was the only way that any memories which remained were not strengthened.
"So, if he is coming back from Mexico, it means he has pulled forward his time line," Owen says.
"How do we get out of it?" I ask.
Owen smiles. "Just do exactly as I say.
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“Yeah, because we won’t know who we’re fucking!” says Stacey, very unamused.
“I’ll always protect my Wet Wednesday girl.”
Stacey
“I like everything about everything.”
I glance back from the change room. The hallway to the rooms is dimly lit. Joseph and Owen exit from the darkness. They are busy talking to themselves and barely cast me a glance as they pass me.
As if talking to myself I say, "Hello, Stacey, how are you?"
"Sorry Stacey, Owen has just explained a few hard truths. I need a drink and to get my head around it all," Joseph says.
"I will come and meet you at the bar in a while," I say.
"Okay, and I have something to tell you later."
Oh, he is changed already? He better not be.
Smiling at Owen cheekily I say, "Owen, there is one more show to go, are you going to stick around for that?"
"I might as well, it is not very often you get a free ticket to a place like this."
Joseph and Owen sit at the bar. I watch them from the side of the stage as the final show is about to go on. The crowd favorite is nearly always the final show. Tonight's show is the changing of the guard. An old British tradition for the queen. I watch as the spotlights shine on the stage. The girls stand behind the black curtain. They are all dressed in red uniforms with large metal helmets. Two girls have a hobby horse firmly wedged between their thighs. The third girl is mounted on an oversized rocking horse.
The curtains open and the two girls begin to parade around the stage. They trot down the steps and run around the audience. The girl on the stage pulls at her brass buttons. Her large breasts fall free from her uniform. She rocks on the horse back and forth, seductively.
Her tits swing and sway as she surges and ebbs on the curved stand of the horse. The other two girls slip from their uniforms; they stand there with just a leather belt on. The hobby horses are pushing against the junction of their thighs.
I look to the bar and see Owen; his eyes are fixed on the show. Once or twice he pulls at his pants, it is evident he is becoming aroused. The girls run further into the audience and make a heading for the bar. Joseph grins as the girl begins to rub her ass against his leg.
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