Slippery When Wet

by N. S. Johnson

  “Then don’t, honey. You should do what feels good.”

  Eagle looked at me with a grin. “You’re going to lose.”

  “I never lose.”

  I held his gaze as the girl who was spread out before me erupted into orgasm. My brow quirked up in challenge. Eagle’s eyes narrowed in suspicion.

  “Round two?” I asked.

  I left the vibrator on my girl as she continued to convulse on the table.

  Eagle looked from her dripping pussy to my face. “Second round lasts for five minutes. Whoever gets their pussy to come the most in that time frame wins.”

  “And we add the amount of orgasms in the second round to the first?”

  His gaze narrowed as he realized my tactic. “That first blow doesn’t count.”

  It didn’t matter. Once you got the first orgasm out of the way, the next one or two or more were much easier.

  “You can change your weapon,” he said. “But you only get one.”

  “Do fingers count as one weapon?”

  “Yes, they do.”

  I sat down my wand. So did he.

  “Start the clock,” I said.

  He grinned. “Let’s play.”

  As soon as the time started I inserted my fingers into the cunt that was my game board. I searched around in the front of the girl’s pussy, crooking my fingers in a come-hither motion, until I found the spot I was looking for. I began to massage.

  I looked over to see that Eagle was doing the same. It was going to be a matter of technique.

  His girl came first, her body jerking and undulating under his skilled touch. My girl came second. Having been primed for an orgasm already by her first blow, she was ripe to keep blossoming. Right on the heels of her second orgasm, another smaller orgasm kicked into gear.

  Not to be outdone, Eagle pulled a second orgasm from his girl. Then he flipped her over so that her belly was on the table and her ass was presented to him. He stuck his fingers back inside her and pumped the living daylights out of her.

  It was a smart technique. I would’ve done it myself if my girl hadn’t already come twice from manipulation. I needed a different technique. I pulled my fingers out of her cunt and gave her swollen lips a slap.

  She yelped and jerked. I did it again, and then again. When she was the darkest shade of pink, I grabbed her clit with my thumb and index finger and squeezed her bud hard enough for it to pop. And pop it did, she came all over my hand.

  Before she came down, I stuck my fingers back into her cunt and pulled another orgasm out of her channel. Moaning and slapping, pinching and squeezing continued all around me. I couldn’t tell who was coming and from where. A buzzer went off somewhere close and someone called, “Time.”

  I looked up. There was a posterboard where someone had kept a tally. I looked at Eagle’s name. He had four tick marks. Under my name there was a block. It took me a moment to realize it was four marks with a slash that equaled five.

  I’d won.

  Eagle didn’t look the least bit put out that I’d won at his game. He had that look in his eye; that look he’d gotten in the stairwell when he’d been deep throating Nurse Charity; that look he’d gotten when he’d pumped into Toy while staring at me. It was that look that said, is this what you want?

  Just like last night, he was doing this to turn me on, to get a rise out of me. And it was working. I’d been trying to win with the pieces laid out in front of me, but he was playing an entirely different game. I was not about to play into his hands.

  “Two out of three?” I asked.

  His smile told me that I did not disappoint him. I tried not to let that make my nipples hard, but my clit still tingled at the flash of his teeth.

  He turned from me and looked at the gathered crowd. “Who’s next?”

  Chapter Nineteen

  A few hours later, Eagle and I stood under the spray of a warm shower. He washed my body the same way he’d done the other night. He wasn’t trying to get a rise out of me, but my temperature rose anyway.

  He squirted liquid soap into a luffa. Then he squeezed the suds onto the side of my neck. The foamy water dripped down onto my shoulder. Eagle caught the frothy mix of soap and water with his palm. He curled his fingers into my shoulder and massaged my skin, my muscles.

  His hands brought the luffa and soap to my chest. He cupped my breasts. He didn’t toy with my nipples. Instead, he wiped the come and squirt juices from my skin.

  The orgasm games had gone on until we’d felled everyone in the line. I’d lost track of the points. My attention had only been on the task at hand and making a note of how Eagle’s nostrils flared as he watched me work.

  Now his hands glided down to my belly and circled around my back. I leaned into him as he lathered my torso and then my ass. His hands worked magic but I was more enthralled with the feel of his shoulder blade and the comfort I found there as the water trickled over his shoulder and onto my cheek.

  He let me rest there on his chest as he turned the luffa on himself and wiped the carnal activities from his own body. Then we stood under the spray and let the water wash it all away.

  As the droplets continued to fall, and Eagle’s heartbeat sounded in my ear, my limbs grew loose, my muscles heavy. My breathing slowed and all the tension from the last week melted away. I knew I should probably leave, but I would’ve been happy to stay in the basin for the rest of the night.

  “Tired?” he asked as he pulled a towel around me.

  I nodded, lifting my head off his chest with great effort.

  “Wanna sleep here?”

  I opened my mouth, and then shut it. Was this another power play? When I’d asked him to sleep with me, he’d refused. But the last thing I wanted was to drive home. Hell, I didn’t even want to go back downstairs.

  “You can sleep in my bed.” He held my palm as he handed me out of the tub. It reminded me of how gentlemen in Victorian England would escort ladies about.

  “I thought you didn’t like strangers in your bed.”

  “No, I don’t like to sleep in strange beds.”

  He guided me to his bed. It was a large, queen-sized bed. The wood of the four posters was mahogany and the comforter was royal purple. Eagle pulled back the covers, and just like he’d handed me out of the shower, he handed me into the bed.

  I sank into the depths of the mattress. He pulled the sheets over my body and then his large, warm body spooned me from behind. My nipples tightened and my pussy tingled. “Did you want to have sex?”

  I couldn’t see his face. He’d buried his head between my shoulder blades and pulled my back snug into his chest.

  “I’m tapped out,” he said. I could feel his lips form a smile as they brushed the space where my neck met the center of my shoulder blades. “I’d rather my first time with you be one of my best performances.”

  “I’m tapped out, too.”

  “We can just sleep.”

  “Okay.”

  I was out before I finished the second syllable of that word. It was the most fitting sleep I’d had in a long time. Which was strange because I didn’t particularly like sleeping with others.

  I was a light sleeper and every move a bed partner made would rouse me. Not so with Eagle. My body sank into his hold and I did not stir until the sunlight kissed my eyelids.

  When I woke up in the morning, I was in the bed alone. I turned over and looked around the room, but Eagle was gone. I dressed in last night’s clothes and headed downstairs.

  The house looked like a normal home with all the naked bodies gone. There was hardly a trace of the debauchery that had gone down the night before. The floors were cleared of underwear. The food and drinks were gone from the side tables. But I smelled something heavenly down the hall and I headed for the kitchen.

  Eagle stood at the stove with a spatula in one hand and the handle of a pan in the other. There was a stack of waffles and something that looked like crepes on the counter. The Asian guy, Owl, I’d learned his name was, s
queezed oranges into a strainer.

  Sitting around the island were the blonde Ellie, prim Mary Katherine, and dark-skinned Kira. Eagle piled more breakfast foods onto the women’s plates, while Owl filled their glass tumblers with fresh orange juice.

  “Good morning, Cleo,” Eagle said when he saw me standing in the entryway.

  I was greeted with enthusiasm from everyone present and then ushered onto a barstool by Ellie.

  “Are you hungry?” Ellie asked. “Eagle makes the best waffles and crepes.”

  “Eagle cooks?”

  Eagle grinned as he piled both items onto a plate along with sausage. He turned and presented the dish to me and then leaned over the counter to watch me eat. I met his gaze as I sliced into one of the crepes. Then I closed my eyes and moaned as the fluffy, buttery treat melted on my tongue.

  Eagle chuckled and turned back to the stove to make more.

  I turned and each of the women gave me a knowing look as they pulled forks from their own mouths. I took another bite, wondering if I’d woken up in heaven.

  “Hey.” Hawk’s massive frame filled the door. “Mrs. Robinson’s here for a tune up.” He made a beeline for Ellie, nuzzling her neck and stealing a sausage from her plate.

  “Kira and I are headed out,” said Owl.

  “Crow wore himself out last night at the party,” said MK. “He’s not getting out of bed anytime soon.”

  Eagle turned off the burners and then turned to me. “Cleo, you think you can give us a hand with this job?”

  I looked between Eagle and Hawk. “I’m useless when it comes to cars. I can’t even change my own tire.”

  Hawk grinned and tilted his head, indicating that I should follow them out the door. Eagle, Hawk, Ellie and I made our way across the yard and to the Watchers Crew garage. Inside the garage a mature woman dressed in a designer blouse and skirt leaned against a Lexus.

  “What seems to be the problem today, Mrs. R?” asked Eagle.

  “I can’t seem to get her to start.”

  I rounded the hood of the car. I knew enough to know that if the hood was hot then the engine was running. The woman had just driven here. It quickly became clear to me that this appointment had nothing to do with cars.

  “Let’s get a look under the hood and see what we’re working with.” This came from Hawk. His massive hands tugged up Mrs. Robinson’s shirt while Eagle tugged her skirt down. The woman was bare beneath her clothes. They hefted her up onto the hood of her car.

  “Can I take a look?” I asked.

  Hawk looked over his shoulder. Then he looked to Mrs. Robinson. There was interest in her eyes. Hawk stepped aside and let me between Mrs. Robinson’s legs.

  I parted her thighs and peered inside. “You like feeling full, don’t you Mrs. Robinson?”

  I kept my nails trim not only because of my work in the ER and having to wear my fair share of latex. I kept my nails trim because I liked to shove my fingers into all manner of things -mouths, asses, and pussies to name my favorites.

  I inserted three fingers into Mrs. Robinson’s cunt to start with. She gasped, but gave no resistance. I worked my way up to my knuckles, pumping her g-spot to get her to relax even further.

  I rocked my hand back and forth, reaching my fingertips to the internal skin behind her clit. On the exit, I bared down with my knuckles, stretching her opening even wider. When she gave, I squeezed in my pinkie finger.

  With four fingers inside Mrs. Robinson, I began rotating my wrist. I went slowly; fairly certain that this was her first time having someone’s hand inside of her. Dicks, for all their hardness, were still pretty malleable. But my fingers had four hard, bones pressing up and down inside her.

  Mrs. Robinson arched up into my hand and I knew I could go deeper. I slid my thumb in to meet my other four fingers. I thrusted and retreated, going deeper each time, until I had my whole hand inside of her cunt.

  “Holy fuck.”

  The whisper came from behind me. I couldn’t tell if it was Hawk or Eagle. A glance over my shoulder showed me that Ellie clung to Hawk. Her thighs were pressed together, her mouth hung open, and her eyes were fastened to the hand that was pumping inside Mrs. Robinson.

  Hawk clung to Ellie, watching my technique as though he were taking notes for later.

  Eagle’s gaze was fixed on me. Not on my hand. Not on Mrs. Robinson’s shaking thighs. He was watching the expression on my face.

  I gave him a grin and a wink that said watch this. I turned back to the cunt before me. I tilted Mrs. Robinson’s pelvis up with my free hand and sped up my motions. Her back arched up and she threw her head back. Her eyes rolled around and her entire body began to tremble.

  Her muscles tried to push me out as she began to come, but I held my ground. Her channel grabbed at me, convulsing all around my fingers, my palm, and my wrist. It was the gush of fluids that finally pushed me out.

  A geyser of come sprang from somewhere deep inside of Mrs. Robinson. It poured out of her in great gushes that rendered her mute. She couldn’t moan, or groan, or shout. Her hands balled into fists. Her shoulders collapsed. Her upper body gave out, and still her pussy gushed.

  She hadn’t pushed me all the way out. Four of my fingers were still inside of her, thrusting away and keeping the flow going. The slurping sounds of a wet pussy working filled the garage. The only other sounds were Ellie’s low mewls and Hawk’s heavy breathing. Eagle and I remained mute as Mrs. Robinson came down.

  When Mrs. Robinson collapsed down onto the hood of her car, I pulled my hand from her pussy. “Did that fix the problem?” I asked.

  “Yes, dear,” she whispered. “I think that was just the service I needed.”

  As Mrs. Robinson slowly and carefully stood and put herself back together, I turned to face Eagle. He wore my favorite look; one of complete reverence.

  Chapter Twenty

  Unfortunately, work got in the way of my plans to fuck Eagle. I left the Watchers Crew garage with a pep in my step, and a snap in my fisting fingers. I called to check on Toy. She was doing well so I didn’t stop home. I headed straight to the hospital in my party clothes.

  I had spare scrubs in the locker room. I was barely out of the locker room door when the nurses bombarded me with problems. I took a deep breath and slid into a seat at the nurse’s station. Gone were the days where I could sneak off with one of the attendings for a quickie in the break room.

  I headed to Wanda’s office to gather up some forms I needed. Even though she was out, she usually left her door open and her files locked. She’d left me a key.

  When I rounded the corner, I saw her door was not only open, but it was filled with a few bodies. Inside I saw the Chief and a couple of doctors crowded around Wanda’s desk. Maybe Wanda had recovered?

  I stepped inside and saw that Wanda was indeed sitting behind her desk. Her eyes were a bit puffy, her nose a little red. She wasn’t smiling. In fact, she looked a bit hostile. Her glare was directed at Chief Rowe.

  Wanda’s gaze shifted when she spotted me, and I saw her inhale. She pressed her hands together and gave a shake of her head. Then like a domino, the others turned and saw me. Whatever conversation had been going on hushed as I crossed the threshold.

  “Hello,” I said into the silence.

  Wanda’s jaw tightened and she looked away from me.

  “I’m due in surgery soon,” said Dr. West. He slunk out of the door without making any eye contact with me.

  Dr. Page stood in a corner. He leaned his shoulder against a bookshelf as though he was getting settled in for a good show.

  Chief Rowe cleared his throat and stepped to me. “I’m glad you’re here, Cleo.”

  I arched an eyebrow at him.

  He cleared his throat and began again, but still incorrectly. “You’ve met Sister Ruth.”

  I peered beside him. Sitting quietly in an office chair was the nun, clothed head to toe in her habit. She stood and nodded towards me.

  “Sister Ruth has just accepted the role
of Head of Nursing in the ER.”

  I ran his words in my head over and over again. Sister Ruth had accepted what? I kept my glare on him as I tried in vain to make sense of his words. Chief Rowe shifted and loosened his tie. Wanda sat back with her arms crossed over her chest. Dr. Page smirked in the corner.

  “I’m excited to work with you, Nurse Cleo.” Sister Ruth rose and approached me. “I’m sure I’ll need your help as this merger goes forth.”

  I stared at her face. There was no mirth there like in Page’s. Page was happy to see me get what I assumed he thought was my just desserts since I never gave him any of my treats.

  There was no trepidation in Sister Ruth’s peaceful face like there was in Chief Rowe’s. He was waiting for me to explode. Tension rippled through his forearms as though he was preparing to duck and take cover at a moment’s notice.

  There was no resignation, in the holy woman’s face like there was in Wanda’s. Wanda’s features screamed I told you so. She’d warned me to play nice with the men I worked with.

  I wished I had their dicks out and in cock cages so that I could swallow the keys and watch them suffer from frustration. I wished I had them all bent over my knee so that I could punish them with a spanking. Instead, I was the one left frustrated. I was the one being punished. I was the one who was powerless in this position.

  I looked around the room. It was a bit of a shock to realize that, though I’d made Rowe my bitch years ago, though I’d helped out Page, though I’d taken on more than my fair share for Wanda, I didn’t have a single ally. No one had my back.

  I stepped back, away from the nun who had stepped into my place. Sister Ruth didn’t look like she’d ever hurt a fly. But she’d been placed on the gameboard and she’d beaten me. There was only one card that I had left to play.

  “You won’t get any help from me, sister. I quit.” I turned and walked out the door.

  I was actually surprised to hear footsteps behind me. “Cleo.”

  I slowed for Wanda. It was clear the poor woman was still a bit under the weather. “This is bullshit, Wanda. That’s my job and they’re going to give it to that-”