On Demand

by Justine Elyot

  'Jake!' I protested, once my head broke the surface. I was clamped with my back to his chest, his arms wrapped tight around my ribcage. I continued to kick my legs, but more for aerobic exercise than in a serious escape attempt.

  'What's the matter? I thought you were drowning!'

  'Oh, yeah, right, of course you did,' I scoffed. Jake used this excuse for a watery grope roughly once a month.

  'Just doing my job, ma'am,' he said in a cheesy Dudley Do-right accent, shuffling backwards through the water until he was leaning against the pool wall. The depth here was mid-chest for him, while the surface of the water played about my shoulders and collarbone. He relaxed one arm and sent a hand down to my bikini briefs, breaching the elastic. His palm lay flat against my mons while his fingers curled underneath, pushing between my sex lips.

  'Not now!' I whispered urgently. 'Those German guys!'

  'Don't tell me you don't like an audience,' chuckled Jake into my ear, his fingertips dancing a teasing jig on my clit. 'You've done it in front of people before, haven't you?'

  'Yes, but only people who wanted to watch! These guys might be here for a conference of the Virtuously Pure League of Berlin or something.' Tiny exhalations of mirth tickled my earlobe. One of Jake's fingers found my vagina. My bikini bottoms now had water seeping into them and it felt strange and cold between Jake's hand and the bare skin of my groin.

  'They're fat-cat bankers, Soph, not priests. I bet they'll finish up in here and go and wank over porn flicks on cable all evening. I bet they'd love to see a flash of your arse or a nipple or something. It'd make their day.'

  Jake's hand, like a firm, muscular fish, flipped this way and that, back and forth in my gushing channel. He began using the other to rub my nipples over my bandeau top. My wet hair was plastered to my neck and it was beginning to feel decidedly tropical in there. He nuzzled my neck with his lips and nose.

  'Look over at them.' I did. They were pretending not to look, but every so often a guilty eye slid in our direction. 'They're voyeurs. Give them something to . . .'

  'Voy?' I suggested.

  'Yeah. Listen, I dare you to go and sit in the jacuzzi with them and take off your bikini.'

  'What? No!' I squirmed and squished against Jake's unyielding fingers.

  'They won't see anything. The bubbles will cover you. But you'll know. And I'll know. Don't you think it would be mindblowing to be sitting in the jacuzzi, naked and getting fingered by me, right in front of them, not knowing whether they knew what was going on or not? Don't tell me that doesn't turn you on, Soph.'

  It did. The idea of it. The reality though . . .

  'What if they complain? Isn't it sexual harrassment or something? We could lose our jobs.'

  'They won't complain. They might want to join in though.'

  'Shut up!'

  'Are you losing your nerve? Have you lost your edge?'

  'Shut up! Oooh!' Three of his fingers were widening my passage now, but the water had an oddly anti-lubricating effect and their manoeuvres were beginning to chafe. 'All right then. I'll give it a go.'

  Jake kissed my neck in triumph. 'That's my Sophie,' he said approvingly. 'I really fancy a jacuzzi as well. I'm going to turn up the bubbles to full whack, OK? I'll see you in there.'

  He let me go and quickly hoisted himself up to the poolside, racing over to the jacuzzi in the hope that speed would blur the huge bulge in his trunks. I decided to help him out with a little distraction, fixing my eye on the jacuzzi men and emerging slowly up the pool steps, trying to channel Ursula Andress in Dr No. I enjoyed the feeling of the rivulets running down my body, soaking into my bikini, and I shook my wet hair back, half-closing my eyes. I made sure they were not fully closed though. Didn't want a stubbed toe ruining the effect.

  Then I was padding along the blue and green tiles with their inlaid scenes from Greek mythology, my feet shaking droplets all over the nymphs and satyrs as I approached. The German men's faces grew comically larger and more expectant with each step I took until I could see them scrambling to make room for me.

  Jake looked slyly up from the setting switches, grinning at me. I climbed the steps to the lip of the spa bath, then descended into its foaming welcome, sitting myself down on the lower ledge, so that only my shoulders crested the bubbles. I smiled politely at my fellow occupants, who nodded back, one of them baring white teeth below his moustache. They lolled opposite me, taking every opportunity to show off their gold signet rings and impressively tanned chests, exchanging the odd remark in German whilst keeping their eyes trained on my neck.

  Finally, one of them spoke to me. 'You work here?' he opened.

  I smiled and nodded, then I asked them how long they were staying for. Their self-glorifying exposition was all I needed to refocus their attention away from my body; as they spoke, I reached behind and unclipped my top. The bubbles fizzed and popped pleasingly against my bare breasts, hidden from plain sight by the endless vortex on the surface. Jake came to sit next to me and I discreetly passed him the balled-up bandeau, which he stuffed inside his trunks for safe keeping. He slid an arm around me, so that the men understood I was not to be courted. One hand covered my right breast, squeezing and kneading.

  'Are you seeing each other?' The Germans were now addressing their questions to Jake, as if asking his permission to lech over me.

  'Yeah.' Jake smiled smugly. He knew I hated it when he got all boyfriendy, not that he did it often. 'We're getting married next year.' I pinched his hip, but he barely seemed to register it.

  'Congratulations,' the men chorused. 'We should buy you a bottle of champagne,' one of them continued. 'Champagne goes so nicely with a jacuzzi.'

  'It's the bubbles, I suppose,' I said vaguely.

  Jake lowered his mouth to my ear. 'Where are your knickers?' he growled. 'Get them off.'

  He headed the Germans off by describing the sumptuous reception party the hotel was going to host for us, while I wriggled about on the ledge seat, pushing the elastic down over my bottom until it was bare. Slowly and painstakingly they traversed the length of my legs until they arrived at my feet. I gripped them between my toes and plunged an arm down to retrieve them. Now I was fully nude in the jacuzzi and the feeling of powerful bubbling between my thighs was as exquisite as ever. Jake and I had often shared a naked jacuzzi, but never before while it was open to the public.

  Covertly, I passed the scrap of material to Jake – another item for his crotch stash.

  'Do you miss your wives while you're away?' Jake was asking politely, the conversation still on the subject of love and marriage.

  The Germans laughed, a little uncomfortably, and assured us that they did.

  'Our wives are not like yours,' one of them said dreamily, looking as if he wanted to pierce the opaque water with his eyes. A shiver ran down my back as I became flooded with the certain knowledge that he knew I was naked down there. Jake's hand clamped hard against my sex; this was turning him on too.

  'What, not to look at?' he asked, massaging my labia and clit with firm, sure motions. The combination of his fingers and the bubbles fizzing up and down my bum crack was difficult to bear with a straight face. My wits were losing control of the situation, handing it over to my senses. Let them watch, whispered a wanton inner voice. You came in front of an audience of total strangers before . . . what makes you too modest to do the same thing again?

  'No, not to look at,' answered the man. 'Also, your girlfriend seems to . . . enjoy life. She seems to like a bit of fun.'

  'Oh, yes,' Jake agreed, moving one thigh around the back of me until I sat between his legs, clamped in position while he played with my tits and pussy, his hard cock parked between my arse cheeks. The bubbles bounced off me and my blood felt hotter than fire. 'She's always liked a bit of fun.'

  'Maybe you would show us? What sort of fun?' The Germans were leaning forward, their hands fishing towards me, their feet pushing against my calves. Oh, what was happening?

  But Jake shook his hea
d. 'No, sorry, gents. She's all mine. You'll just have to invest in a spa bath for your own homes and persuade your wives to jump in with you.'

  'I've tried it, believe me,' muttered one. 'OK, no problem.'

  The two men stood, revealing tightly tented Speedos, picked up their towels and bade us a formal good evening.

  'I thought you were going to offer me to them then,' I whispered breathily to Jake, the idea thrilling me now that it was not likely to be realised.

  'I wanted to,' Jake admitted. 'But you aren't mine to offer, so I had to leave it.'

  'Never mind,' I said, spreading my legs wider and laying my head back, ready for an electric whirlpool of an orgasm.

  'Would you have let them?' Jake asked, pinching my nipples and biting my shoulder, taking his fingers away from my alarmed sex and flinging my bikini into the centre of the jacuzzi. 'I bet you would. You would have loved it. Sitting between two strange men while they fingered you and fondled you. One thigh over each of their laps, spread wide for them.' He turned me around so I was kneeling on the ledge, my pussy pressing into the hard swell of his crotch. The bubbles caught me on my perineum, feeling as if they were going to penetrate me in each orifice above and below. Jake began to stroke my bottom, then he dipped his head and sucked at a nipple, lifting it out of the water to face this new version of wettening. Our crotches ground against each other, bubbles bursting between them, trapped between the pressure of the water and the thrust of competing groins.

  'God, these bubbles feel good,' I moaned at Jake, who swiftly spread my rear cheeks and let my sensitive pucker feel the full force.

  'Just think, Sophie,' he said, his tongue gliding around the nooks and hollows of my ear, 'You could be sitting on one cock, while another pushes into you up here.'

  'And where would you be?' I grunted, pondering this thought as I bounced around, buffeted this way and that in the maelstrom of lust and water jets.

  'I'd be watching. But not just watching. I'd be standing at the side, just over the ledge here, and you'd be sucking me. Just think of it, Sophie, three cocks, one girl. And when it was all over, you could just sink back into the bubbles and let them wash you off.'

  'Mmm.' I voiced my appreciation roughly in synchronisation with my orgasm. A jacuzzi orgasm, bubbling up and frothing, bursting past every barrier.

  Later on, while Jake sat on the ledge with his cock in my mouth, he made a suggestion.

  'Could you really do it though?' he wondered aloud. He tasted of chlorine and salt. 'Would you really enjoy that?'

  I half-nodded, as much as I could without grazing him with my teeth.

  'Yeah. I think I would too. Especially if there were more girls involved too. Kind of like an orgy. Have you ever been to an orgy?'

  I shook my head gingerly. I'd had threesomes, I'd taken up to five men in one session, but I'd never had three cocks all at once. And there had never been another woman present either.

  'Why don't we have one? Here in the pool. A pool party. A Christmas pool party.' These little bursts of inspiration hit Jake one at a time, his final thought coinciding with the spurting of his citrus-tasting semen into my mouth. Jake always had this hint of lime with his spunk, which I rather appreciated.

  I popped off, licking my lips, and looked up at him. 'Might that not be a little risky?'

  'Not if we pick the right time.' Jake winked and pulled his shorts back up. 'Leave it with me.'

  I left it with him. Two days before Christmas, once I had decided that it was just a silly fantasy and he had abandoned the idea, he cornered me in the cocktail bar and told me gleefully that it was all on for tomorrow night.

  'Christmas Eve?'

  'Yeah.'

  'But there are hundreds of bookings and the staff Christmas drinks.'

  'I know. They'll all be safely in the ballroom though. The pool is closed from nine o'clock in the evening until Boxing Day. Nobody will come down.'

  'What if we're needed? What if our absence is noted?'

  'Nobody on the list will be needed. Reception will be covered. Nobody can use the gym or pool, so Lincoln and I are fine. Jade and Maria have the week off.'

  'So that's five? You, me, Lincoln, Jade and Maria? You realise that Jade is gay, don't you?'

  'Yeah, but Maria is bi. So that could work. I'm happy to watch them anyway.'

  'Ah well, my triple-cock dream may come true another time.'

  'No, I forgot to mention. I invited Lloyd too.'

  'Oh, you DIDN'T!'

  Lloyd the creepy head barman had spent three years in unsuccessful attempts to remove my knickers. It isn't that I'm fussy – really, I'm not – but there is something about him that makes me think that he would be secretly filming us for some pervy website. I just do not trust him.

  'What's wrong with Lloydy? He's a good bloke!'

  'Only a man would think that. I don't think he's a good bloke at all. I think he's spent so long trying to fuck me that now he just wants me fired. I think this might be his opportunity.'

  'Oh, no way, Sophie, no way. He wouldn't. He'll be as guilty in this as the rest of us anyway. How can he grass us up for something he's done himself?'

  'Can't you ask someone else instead?'

  'I've asked him now. He's well up for it.'

  'No kidding?' I pushed my dish of rice crackers away. 'Well, I don't think I am now.'

  'Sophie, Sophie, don't let me down.' Jake ran a hand through his shagpile so that it hung alluringly in his eyes – his default gesture when he wants something. But it's so cute. 'Three cocks, remember – and Lloyd's is championship material. I've seen it in the shower.'

  I gurgled into my wine. 'Right. Look. You have to make it clear to him that this is just sex, just once, and will never, ever happen again.'

  'He's cool with that. He has a girlfriend anyway.'

  'The dirty dog.'

  'I reckon he is. I reckon he'll have a few tricks up his sleeve.' Jake raised a saucy eyebrow, setting me off on an optimistic train of thought. Yes, Lloyd would probably be filthy. And that's how I wanted to feel. Full-on down-and-dirty used-in-every-orifice slut. I thought Lloyd could do that. I liked Jake too much, and couldn't take Lincoln seriously enough, but Lloyd was a bit villainous and a bit dangerous.

  Yes. Now I came to think it through, Lloyd was practically the perfect man for the job.

  I suppose all of us were a bit on edge during those festive cocktails. While the rest of the staff were knocking back the Baileys until the paper crowns slipped over their eyes, six of us were keeping our heads clear.

  Jade and Maria, canoodling in a corner, smiled their twin smile at me every time I passed them, while Lincoln seemed unable to switch himself out of pulling mode even with the promise of guaranteed group sex in the very near future. An overexcited Swedish lady almost succeeded in luring him to her room until Jake intervened.

  But the person I really had my eye on was Lloyd. And I have to say, the reverse was also true. He was working until twelve, shaking and pouring and crushing ice. I had never really bothered to watch him before, but he was quite graceful in his way. He had strong wrists, though his fingers were still fat. His sleek hair, flopping over his collar, might just counterbalance the shifty little eyes. He didn't have much in the way of angles, but his lips were suggestively plump.