by Zara Chase
“I gather you work in television,” Layla said.
“Yes, behind the scenes rather than in front of the camera most of the time.”
“What’s it like?” Talia asked. “It looks very glamorous.”
Aisha rolled her eyes. “Looks can be deceiving. Most of the time it’s a lethal, cutthroat business. Competition’s fierce and jealousies are rife.”
“That’s sad,” Chantal said.
Aisha smiled. “You’re right, but it’s the way it is. Always has been, far as I can tell, and I don’t imagine it’s likely to change anytime soon.”
“I’m a journalist myself,” Layla said. “I used to work for one of the big nationals, but I just edit the local rag nowadays.”
“What made you go for such a big career change?”
Layla shot her a droll look. “You work for a big corporation and have to ask me that.”
Aisha nodded. “Point taken.”
“Besides, I have a little girl. I didn’t want to be working all the hours God sent and then regret not seeing her grow up when it was too late to turn back the clock.”
“That’s understandable. The atmosphere in Impulse seems far more laid back than anywhere else I’ve ever been. Well, it would if I could actually breathe the air,” she amended. “How long did it take you all to get acclimatized, or were you born here?”
“No, we’re all fairly new,” Chantal said, sharing another smile with the other ladies. “And something tells me you’re going to adjust in no time at all.”
“I hope so. I really need to get out and check up on the mineral content of the land for myself. There must be an explanation for this weird weather, and I intend to find out what it is.”
“How are you doing with that?” Talia asked.
Aisha shrugged. “It’s still early days. I’m slugging through the records that Kane and Tyrone have given me access to, which ought to keep me occupied until next Christmas.”
The ladies laughed. “Good luck with that.”
“I’m going to need it. The only common factor I’ve been able to find so far is that there was a hurricane in the early nineteen hundreds that decimated this area. There’s no record of any oddities before it hit, but since then they’re well documented. That has to mean something. It can’t just be coincidence, but until I can get out there and arrange for some tests to be carried out on the rock and soil, it will be difficult to get any further.”
“Are you in a rush to leave us?” Layla asked.
“Oh no, everyone’s been so kind.” Aisha looked over her shoulder, trying to see if Kane and Tyrone had linked up with their women—or, judging by the oddities here in Impulse, perhaps it was just one woman. She couldn’t see them anywhere, but she did see something else that made her frown. “Why is that man raking his fingernails down that wooden post? He’ll tear them out, surely.”
All the women followed the direction of Aisha’s gaze. The man saw them looking, flashed what appeared to be an apologetic, or perhaps guilty, smile, stopped what he was doing, and turned away.
“Oh, don’t worry about Wally,” Chantal said airily. “He’s a law unto himself.”
A second round of drinks materialized and the ladies continued to make Aisha feel at home. Even so, she noticed more and more strange things about this place in the periphery of her vision. The customers seemed to enjoy rubbing their faces against one another—even man to man—by way of greeting. A lot of milk was being drunk and the patrons definitely seemed to prowl—their feet barely touching the ground—rather than walk. She wondered if their extreme athleticism was attributable to the atmospheric conditions and made a mental note to check the records for any mention of it.
“Hey.” Kane came up to them and placed a hand on her shoulder. “Having fun?”
“You have no idea.”
“We’ve just been telling Aisha a few home truths about you and Tyrone,” Talia said sweetly.
Kane laughed. “Then let me whip her away before you put her off us completely. Come on, darlin’, Rochelle has a table ready for us in the restaurant.”
“Oh good, I’m starving.”
She said good-bye to the ladies and entered the restaurant flanked by Kane and Tyrone. If they had a significant other, she obviously wasn’t joining them tonight, and Aisha planned to make the most of having them to herself. She had a heap of questions she wanted to ask them about her research.
Rochelle greeted them at the hostess station herself.
“How’s Impulse growing on you?” she asked Aisha, showing them to a secluded table at the back of the restaurant.
She grimaced. “I haven’t got the lung capacity to check it out.”
“Give it time, honey.”
That was Aisha’s problem. She didn’t have unlimited time available to her. The first week of her vacation was already drawing to a close. The thought of going back to the station, a place where she’d spent virtually every waking moment for the past two years married to her job, now filled her with a strange sense of foreboding. Did she really want to leave this lovely community where she already felt at home, despite her limitations, and return to that rat race? The thought brought her up short. She wasn’t aware that she was thinking of a career change. Besides, Impulse was out of the question since she couldn’t even walk the streets without feeling as though she was having a heart attack. It was just a passing fancy, she told herself, brought on by wine and the friendly atmosphere, to say nothing of the two hunks who were shooting her admiring looks and giving her their undivided attention.
Yeah, like that’ll last!
Aisha found herself in a booth with a semicircular leather seat, Kane and Tyrone on either side of her.
“Trust us to order for you, babe,” Kane said. “You won’t be disappointed.”
“Sure.”
Kane was right about the food. Every dish placed in front of her melted in the mouth. As she ate she tried to talk to them about her research, but it was hard to concentrate because the guys clearly didn’t want to discuss it. They were like octopi, managing to eat and continually fondle her at the same time. Hands touched her arms then ran up and down the slinky material that covered her thighs before delving beneath it. Was this a diversion to stop her asking questions?
Where had that thought come from? Why would they wish to divert her when they’d invited her to do all the research she wanted?
She ceased to care when Tyrone speared a shrimp and fed it to her while Kane’s fingers crept up the inside of her thigh. Aisha’s legs fell open beneath the table. Her pulse rate increased as she held her breath, willing him to touch her throbbing pussy and ease the ache that swamped her reason. She had no idea when she’d turned into such a raving sex maniac, nor did she particularly care. There was just something about these two that she found totally compelling.
“She wearing panties?” Tyrone asked.
“Not for long,” Kane replied. “Lift your butt from the seat, darlin’.”
Aisha was too caught up in the excitement to object. As soon as her buttocks left the banquette a strong pair of hands efficiently pulled her panties down her legs.
“That’s a good girl,” Kane said in a soft voice. “And good girls get to be rewarded. What would you most like at this precise moment, Aisha?”
“World peace.”
Tyrone roared with laughter. “She’s got you there, buddy. Even you can’t summon that up.”
Kane tapped the inside of her thigh. “That’s not what you really want, is it, sugar?”
She moistened her lips with the tip of her tongue, wondering what they’d say if she admitted to an overwhelming desire to be fucked senseless by them both at once, right now in the middle of this restaurant.
“No,” she said, her voice husky with passion.
“No, what?”
“No, sir.”
“Tell me what you do want then, babe, and don’t lie, ’cos I’ll know if you do and then I’ll have to punish you.”
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��Touch me,” she said in a breathless whisper. “I need you to touch me. My cunt feels like it’s on fire.”
She noticed the two guys share a glance. “How does it feel to have your lovely pussy on display right beneath this table in a busy restaurant?”
“Decadent, exciting, liberating, frustrating.”
Kane lowered his head and covered her lips with his. “Good answers,” he said.
Aisha felt as though she was drunk, but her euphoria had nothing to do with her alcohol consumption. When Tyrone’s hands joined the party and caressed the inside of her opposite thigh it was a definite case of being drunk on passion. It felt like heaven, and a little whimper of need slipped past her lips.
“You shouldn’t have worn a bra,” Tyrone said sternly.
“My tits are too big to go without one.”
“No, they’re not,” Kane said in a seductive whisper. “They’re big, but they’re firm. I’ll bet your nipples are rock solid right now and they’d look amazing through the fabric of this dress.” Kane kissed her again. “Next time, no bra.”
“Yes,” she agreed meekly.
Aisha became aware of Kane parting the lips to her pussy. She expected to feel his fingers delve inside. Instead her vagina was filled with what she recognized to be a large vibrator. He switched it on to a low setting and pulled her panties back up to keep it in place. She opened her mouth to protest, but he silenced her with a kiss.
“Like that?” he asked.
“Yes, but—”
“No buts, babe,” Kane said. “That stays right where it is for the rest of the evening. Then, when we get back to the apartment, we’ll decide if you deserve anything more substantial to fill that sweet cunt of yours.”
“What do I have to do to qualify for more?” she asked, getting the hang of the game and loving it.
Kane slid a hand back under her dress and flicked his thumb across her clit. She gasped as heat invaded every corner of her body and she came within a hair’s breadth of climaxing. Doing this in public was a huge turn-on, and she decided to get her own back. Before Kane could answer her, she reached for his zipper, yanked it down, and pushed her hand inside his pants. His cock was hard to miss. It was rigidly erect, reaching almost all the way to his belly button. He groaned as she closed her fingers around its massive girth, wondering if she’d ever be able to accommodate it when the moment actually came. One thing was for sure—she’d manage it or die trying.
“Something wrong?” she asked innocently.
Kane grunted something unintelligible and then flashed a sexy smile. “Not a damned thing.”
Rochelle returned to clear their plates. “Was everything all right?” she asked.
“It was wonderful,” Aisha replied. “It’s a good thing I don’t live here all the time or I’d gain pounds on your cooking in no time flat. It’s impossible to resist.”
Rochelle smiled. “I’m glad you liked it. Are you ready for dessert yet?”
“Give us a moment,” Kane said in a strained voice.
Rochelle flashed a knowing look his way and withdrew. “You won’t be disturbed,” she said. “Shout when you need me.”
“Now then, Ms. Carlton,” Kane said the moment they were alone. “I believe in being fair, so you should know that you’ve just earned yourself a good spanking for taking matters into your own hands.”
She giggled. “This particular matter seems in urgent need of handling. I look upon it as a mission of mercy.”
“In that case you can finish what you started.”
She blinked back her surprise. “What, here?”
It was Kane’s turn to chuckle, and she thought that would be the end of it. She found out just how wrong she was when he unbuckled his belt, unsnapped his jeans, and pushed them down his legs. He wasn’t wearing underwear and she now had full access to his most prized possession.
“You heard what Rochelle said.” Kane’s voice was curt and commanding. “We won’t be disturbed. Get on your knees.”
Kane spread his legs wide and pushed his chair back to make room for her.
“Do as Kane asks,” Tyrone said firmly when she hesitated.
“Yes, when we get back to the apartment.”
“Now and immediately,” Kane said. “Get your sweet lips wrapped around my cock and make me come for you, darlin’.”
They meant it. Kane actually expected her to give him head in the middle of a busy restaurant. True, they were in a quiet corner with dim lighting and the tables closest to them weren’t occupied, but even so, were they insane? Aisha weighed up her options, but it didn’t take her long to come to a decision. Since meeting these guys, something inside her had changed, and she rather liked the person she’d become. Insane or just plain horny, Aisha’s reckless desire to break the rules pushed caution from her head. She’d done the right things all her life and look where it had gotten her. Perhaps it was time to let go and simply have some fun.
Kane’s cock throbbed beneath her fingers and she urgently wanted to taste him. Wondering who this new carefree person was who’d occupied her body, Aisha slithered to her knees and, hidden from public view by the table, sucked the head of Kane’s penis firmly into her mouth.
She heard him inhale sharply as her tongue explored its enormous length. A thick vein ran the length of his cock and she sucked her way down its ridges as her fingers played with his heavy balls. One of his hands reached down and played with a breast, tweaking the nipple through her dress and bra so hard that sensation streaked straight through her. She wished now that she was naked. Nothing but his fingers in direct contact with her skin would be enough for her. Well, they’d implied that this game would continue when they got home, so she’d make damned sure she got what she wanted from them both then.
Aisha pushed his hand away so that she could squeeze his cock between her tits. He let out an elongated groan as the slinky material of her dress rubbed against it. It wasn’t enough—for him or for her. Gripped by a reckless disregard for convention, she pulled the stretchy fabric off both shoulders at once and pushed the top of her dress down to her waist. Her bra disappeared in a heartbeat. She screwed it into a ball and handed it to Kane.
“Seems our mate’s getting ideas.”
Kane’s voice resonated with a combination of amusement and desire. Spurred on by the approval she could detect in it, Aisha set to work on him. With her dress bunched around her waist and the vibrator throbbing inside her hot cunt, she pushed her naked tits together and trapped Kane’s cock between them. He groaned loud enough to disturb other diners. Aisha held it there, flicking her tongue across its head each time it peeked out, tasting the drop of salty pre-cum that leaked from it.
As she leaned farther forward to torment him at closer quarters she felt a hand—Tyrone’s presumably—reaching behind her to push the vibrator a little deeper. Frustratingly he didn’t up the speed. If she closed her legs together tightly it would be enough to make her come. And Aisha desperately needed to come. Her pulse was racing and blood flooded her veins like molten fire. The small area of her brain still functioning rationally recalled how much better the sensation had been when Tyrone had forced her to hold back that afternoon, which decided matters. She would put her own pleasure on the back burner.
For now.
Kane’s hand landed on the top of her head and forced her to suck him deeper. She didn’t think she’d be able to accommodate his entire length in her mouth. He was way too big for that. Somehow she managed it, kneading his balls harshly as she took him deeper and then a little deeper still, sucking, licking, and tormenting him with every trick Rick had taught her. After a series of increasingly desperate grunts, Kane lifted his hips to push himself deeper. If her mouth hadn’t been full, Aisha would have smiled because she was ridiculously pleased to have…well, to have earned his approval. And because he no longer seemed to be the master of control.
“She’s a fucking witch,” Kane complained. “That tongue of hers ought to be declared a lethal weapon
.”
“Sounds like she needs to be punished,” Tyrone replied.
“For the rest of the night.”
“And right now, too.”
She released Kane’s cock, no longer quite so sure that she could take this without getting some relief herself. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d felt so turned on by anything or when she’d last thought about her own needs before others’. Her only objective up until now had been to please Rick.
“Help me, Tyrone,” she said, her voice sounding strained and needy. “I’ll take any punishment you like later, but right now I really, really need to come.”
“What do you think?” Tyrone asked Kane in a conversational tone. “Shall we have mercy?”
“Actions have consequences, babe,” Kane said in a voice that made it sound as though he was having the time of his life. “We’ll make you come now, but you’ll have to pay for asking later.”
“Anything.” She felt ready to cry with frustration. “Please!”
“Okay, darlin’,” Tyrone said. “Carry on helping Kane out and I’ll see what I can do for you.”
She felt Tyrone’s hands pulling her dress above her waist and once again her panties finished up around her knees. She opened her legs to give Tyrone easier access to her cunt and sucked Kane back into her mouth. Tyrone’s hand landed hard on her ass, causing her to jerk forward and almost bite Kane’s prick in half.
“Take the pain, sweetheart,” Tyrone said smoothly, “and wait for it to turn to pleasure. Can you do that for me?”
She couldn’t speak with her mouth full but nodded vigorously, even though Tyrone couldn’t see that gesture either.
“Yeah, I knew you could. Do you feel that tingling? It’s spreading from your ass straight to your pussy. Ain’t that right?”
She sucked harder and nodded emphatically.
“You want me to spank you again?” She clawed at Tyrone’s leg with one hand. “Yeah, that’s what I thought. Get ready, sweet thing. Here it comes.”
His hand landed harder this time and Aisha’s head swam with a combination of the pleasure and pain that zinged through her.