Trio

by P. F. Kozak

  The adjoining bathroom had a jetted tub the size of an Olympic pool and a tiled shower. An extra-wide vanity took up one entire wall, ruled by a set of double sinks and plenty of electrical outlets. Razors, shaving cream, washcloths, and towels had all been set out, along with a comb, brush, and other miscellaneous cosmetics a woman would normally use.

  A look of surprise flashed across her face, reflected back at her by mirrors sparing no angle.

  Jared stepped up. “Can we interest you in our little spa here?”

  Nick’s hands were reaching for her clothes, already in disarray from the little encounter in the limo. She’d barely managed to get the halter and skirt back into place before getting out of the car. As for her thong, well, the driver would probably find that later on. Somehow they hadn’t been able to locate it.

  Undoing her halter, Nick gulped at the sight of her female curves. His eyes were practically feasting, knife and fork digging in for the banquet. “God, your breasts are amazing.”

  Lara already knew that she had a hot body. She laughed, hefting and lifting her breasts, enjoying their firm weight. “You think so?” They were round, not a bit of droop. She regularly worked out to make sure that didn’t happen for a long time, too.

  Nick nodded. “Definitely. They’re perfect.” Tossing the halter aside, he fumbled with her skirt. His hands were shaking so hard he barely managed the snaps. The skirt finally dropped to the floor. The mirror revealed legs that were slender and muscular from years of dancing lessons. When she was little, she’d dreamed of being a ballerina. She never would have imagined that those lessons would be best used discarding her clothes onstage.

  Lara stood, naked save for thigh-high hose and high heels. She struck a pose, demurely covering her breasts. Her nipples were tight little buds, aching for more caresses, more kisses.

  While Nick stood there acting stunned, Jared took control. Strong hands cinched Lara’s waist. With the ease of a giant picking up a doll, he settled her on the vanity between the two huge sinks.

  “Now, let’s see what we can’t do to make our girl all pretty,” he teased. “Do you mind if I rearrange your hair?”

  Lara had to grin. Men just loved her mane of long shiny black hair. Reaching up, she peeled off her wig and handed it over. “Not at all,” she said. “Do what you like.”

  Both men looked at her in shock.

  She laughed and ran her hands through her real hair, a short pixie cut almost the color of pure white silk.

  Jared looked at the mass of hair in his hands. “Well, this is a surprise,” he laughed. “It looked so real.”

  “My natural hair is so fine that it can’t take a lot of styling products,” Lara said. She didn’t explain that it also allowed for a bit of anonymity when she wasn’t working. A lot of men tended to think that provocative persona was real. On the street in regular clothes, no one connected the dull little blonde with the wild ebony-haired bitch.

  Jared tossed the wig. “You look better without it.” Claiming her left foot, he slid the pump off. “And while these look smoking hot, they also look painful as hell. How you women cram your feet into these instruments of torture is beyond me.”

  Lara wiggled her toes. “It’s an art.”

  Jared slid off her other shoe. Her hose followed. “Ah, all nice and naked.”

  “And now that I am all naked, what are we going to do?”

  Jared set the sinks to filling around her, adjusting the water temperature to a comfortable degree. “First we need two sinks filled with some water.” He picked up one of the disposable razors and a can of shaving cream. “Then we need a pussy to present itself.”

  Her knees parted wide instinctively. She pulled her shoulders back, bringing her hands to rest on the small of her back. “This what you want?” She glanced down at her exposed sex. “It’s already pretty short. Not much there.”

  Nick looked. “Enough to shave. Nothing sexier than a nekkid pussy.”

  Lara felt the heat of his hungry gaze on her, recording every inch, every nook and cranny. She squirmed slightly, the intensity behind his wide-eyed appraisal making her throb. “It’s all yours,” she said, surprised by the tremble in her voice. “Do what you want.” She’d always kept the hair on her mound clipped down because of the revealing costumes. Losing all the hair down there would definitely be an experience.

  Nick dipped a washcloth in the water. He pressed it between her legs, wetting the hairs, warming them so her shaving would go smoothly. The rough nubs of the washcloth felt strangely sensual against her labia.

  Feeling her netherlips warm, which in turn warmed her clit, Lara took a deep breath and closed her eyes. She was just beginning to feel all tingly when the washcloth vanished and Jared applied the shaving cream. She squealed as the icy blitz doused her warmth.

  “Damn, that’s wicked cold,” she cursed.

  Jared gave her a look of apology. “Sorry. Should have gotten the heated kind, huh?”

  “Damn straight.”

  Jared handed the razor to Nick. “Would you like to do the honors?”

  Nick hesitated. “I’ve never shaved a pussy before,” he said, suddenly shy. “I mean, I don’t want to cut her.”

  Jared laughed. “Just take it slow and easy, man. Pretend you’re shaving that pretty face of yours.” He stroked Nick’s cheek in a familiar gesture. A look passed between them, as though they were reading each other’s minds.

  Lara caught the look. No doubt these two guys were tight—close enough to share a woman between them rather than get two girls. God knew they were good looking enough not to have to pay for their sex. She still had no idea why they were spending such an outrageous amount for the pleasure of her company. Surely any girl would willingly hop up on the vanity and spread her legs for either one of them.

  Maybe they just like threesomes.

  Nick looked at her. “Do you mind if I try?”

  Lara shook her head. “Go for it. Just mind the deep parts.”

  Nick went scarlet. “I, ah, I will.”

  She laughed. “I was just teasing.” By the way he was acting she’d have thought he’d never been up close and personal with a pussy.

  Or maybe he was just shy.

  “Hold very still, babe,” Jared instructed. “We’ve got a newbie at snatch-shaving.”

  “I’ll be very still,” she promised.

  Easier said than done.

  Bending at the waist, Nick settled one arm against the surface to brace himself. The razor hovered a second over her vulnerable privates. A moment later the cool hard feeling of the blade sliding over her mound threatened to drive her insane.

  “You’re wiggling,” Nick warned.

  Lara fought her desire to move. “Trying to be still,” she gasped.

  Jared grinned. “Feels good, doesn’t it?”

  “Excellent.”

  Nick laughed softly. “Does this turn you on?”

  She tossed back her head. “Yes,” she said boldly. “It does.”

  “Good.” Nick kept shaving. The razor slid smoothly over the short hairs of her pussy lips. A few minutes later her privates were slick as a whistle. He wiped away the excess shaving cream, admiring his handiwork. “Nice.”

  Jared slapped his friend’s shoulder. “It tastes great, man. You should try some.”

  Lara grinned. Her nipples perked up as she squirmed a little. “Don’t worry. It’s calorie free.”

  Nick slid his hands between her thighs and bent. Face barely an inch away, he slowly penetrated the folds of her velvety flesh, giving her a long slow lick.

  She shivered when the warmth of his mouth connected with her clit. His saliva mingled with the cream already moistening her labia. Her breath came in ragged bursts as she moved helplessly against his face. With soft gentle bites he gnawed the hard little nub, wringing a series of soft moans from her. God, she was so sensitive down there. One touch practically guaranteed an explosion.

  Using the gentlest touch, Nick used his thumb and
middle finger to part her labia. Her delicate muscles clenched when he stabbed his tongue deep inside her. Lara shuddered and another moan slipped past her lips.

  “Feel good?” Nick managed to force out.

  She answered through a sigh. “Better than good.”

  Nick straightened. He leaned forward to taste her rosy lips, his own damp with the juices of her pleasure.

  Her hands speared into his long hair, pulling him closer. They feasted on each other’s mouths, relishing the taste of carnal need.

  Jared’s voice broke into their mutual bliss. “Hey, you two. Don’t be greedy here. There’s plenty to go around for everyone.”

  They reluctantly broke apart.

  “Man, you have the worst timing,” Nick groused good-naturedly.

  Lara shivered, wondering what would come next. She felt the gentle stroke of Jared’s fingers trace one of her thighs. Her nipples hardened immediately. She swallowed, realizing how aroused and excited she was. He slid a finger easily inside her. Her hips undulated against the vanity.

  “I’d say you’re ready for a good hot fuck.” Her juices wetted his fingers, letting them slide easily over her clit. His fingers knew just the right spot to keep her climbing slowly toward the edge.

  Lara groaned softly. “You think?”

  Jared nodded again to Nick. He stopped rubbing her clit and stepped back. “Time for the next phase of pleasure,” he said with a wink.

  She whimpered. “Thanks for getting me all hot and bothered.”

  Jared tweaked a nipple. “That’s the point, my dear. What we’re doing is tantric sex practice known as Imsak.”

  She pulled a face. “Never heard of it.”

  “It’s an erotic technique of pleasing your partner while withholding your own sexual pleasure.”

  She eyed Jared. “Seems to me you weren’t withholding very hard.”

  He grinned. “I am part of your pleasure.” He indicated his friend. “Nick here is our lord and master, pulling the strings. I’m but a humble puppet.”

  “And enjoying every damn minute,” Nick snickered.

  Lara sighed. “I guess I understand. I think.” She glanced down at her naked body; her legs were still splayed open and her privates front and center for anyone to see.

  “You guys going to keep me like this all night?”

  Nick pretended to think. “If I had my druthers, I would,” he teased. He picked up a washcloth and dipped it into the sink, wetting it. “But I’ve got other things in mind right now.”

  Jared also picked up a fresh washcloth and wrung it out under hot water. He picked up a bottle of liquid soap and squirted out a healthy amount. “First we strip you down to the bare essentials.”

  “I’m already bare,” Lara pointed out, amused. “Can’t get more naked than this.”

  The guys exchanged a look. “Oh, but you’re wrong,” Nick said. “You’re only just getting naked.”

  Both men attacked, soaping her skin from the tip of her toes to the top of her head. By time they finished, her skin was clean and pink and felt deliciously soft. The exotic scent of cinnamon and sandalwood clung to her skin.

  “Now for the transformation,” Jared announced. “We’re going to make a new woman out of you.”

  4

  An hour later, they emerged from the bathroom. In that time Lara had been primped and pampered to within an inch of her life.

  Not only had she gotten a manicure and a pedicure, her hair and makeup had been redone. Her fingernails, normally bitten to the quick, were now long and beautiful, the press-ons painted fire-engine red, as were her toenails. Hair styled and lightly sprayed, her mouth matched the nail polish—the only lick of makeup she had on.

  The guys made her stand in the middle of the room. Still in the buff, she followed instructions, wondering what the hell they had in mind. Must have something to do with the boxes piled on the bed.

  Nick flipped on the television. Selecting a DVD, he put it in the player. Porn with French subtitles. “Now it’s art.”

  Jared immediately made a beeline for the presents. “Dress-up-our-babe time,” he cracked, reaching for one of the larger boxes.

  Lara had pretty much figured that was the purpose, to create their fantasy woman. Well, let them have their fun. Truth be told, she was enjoying the hell out of the attention. If she’d had known this much fun waited for her, hell, she’d have come along for free.

  Lifting the lid off his selection, Jared reached inside. Digging through decorative tissue paper, he pulled out a gorgeous silk confection. “Oh, nice.”

  Nick claimed it. “And I have the honor of putting it on her.”

  Stepping behind Lara, Nick slipped the lingerie over her head. As he pulled it into place around her, she saw that it was a corset, one of those Edwardian-style designs that pushed a girl’s tits sky high and laced down the back. Fire-engine red, of course.

  “God, these are so sexy on a woman.” Nick tugged the laces tight. “Feel okay?”

  Drawing in a breath, Lara glanced down at her breasts. The creamy mounds spilled over the top. Her nipples were hard peaks of excitement. Her waistline, already small to begin with, was a perfect hourglass. “As long as I can breathe is what counts.”

  “Looks terrific.” Jared opened another box, pulling out a pair of silk back-seamed stockings with red tops. “And these will definitely add to the illusion.”

  Nick claimed them, kneeling down in front of her. “If you would,” he said with a shy smile.

  One hand on his shoulder for balance, Lara lifted her left leg.

  “Easy now.” Nick slid the stocking over her foot and up her calf, tugging until it stopped mid-thigh. When the garter snapped into place, he repeated the procedure. “Done.”

  Jared opened a third box. A sexy pair of Edwardian-style stiletto boots followed, as red as the corset and the lipstick on her mouth. They were certainly designing their own scarlet woman.

  Nick claimed them. “Foot up,” he ordered.

  The boots went on, and were laced into place. A moment later Lara stood fully dressed in her new costume.

  “What do you think?” Nick asked.

  She glanced into the full-length mirror on the wall. There were a lot of mirrors around the room, including one bolted into the wall over the bed. No angle or activity was spared viewing.

  “Gorgeous.” Since she seemed to be fully dressed, such as it was, she wondered what the other boxes might hold.

  “You are.” Nick reached up, possessing and molding her breasts. He circled the erect pink tips with his thumbs. His cock was a steel rod trapped inside his tight jeans.

  Lara felt herself go wet between her legs. She shifted, frantic to ease the fire he’d lit inside her all over again. She cupped the back of his head, guiding him down, inviting him to taste her. The desire she felt for him fractured her control. She’d forgotten what it was like to desire a man.

  Nick’s hands swept down, pausing at her hips. She barely managed to smother her cry when he took her nipple into his mouth. Her fingers clenched at his long hair. The world tilted beneath her feet when his hand connected with the dampness between her thighs. Suckling harder, he separated her slick labia with a single finger and crooked the tip of his finger into the small hooded organ.

  Contact with her clit shattered her all over again. Lightning crackled behind her lids, as violent and shocking as a real storm outside.

  Jared’s voice broke through. “God, that is so hot.”

  Lara turned her head. Sure enough, Jared sat on the edge of the bed. Cock in hand, he made long slow strokes up his length. Reaching the dark-plum crown, he’d ease back down again.

  She blushed, feeling heat creep into her cheeks.

  Nick moved around behind her. “Time for part three,” he whispered. Stepping closer, his lips were warm and gentle against the back of her neck, stroking her nape with the utmost tenderness.

  The slow easy heat of arousal shimmered though Lara’s body. All her senses seemed t
o come to life all over again, ready, eager, and very willing. Her whole body was hyperaware, hypersensitive to the two men who had taken control of her. Moisture seeped between her legs.

  A chuckle rumbled against her ear. Nick’s hot breath caressed. “Does it make you cream to see a cock like that?”

  She moistened dry lips. “Yes.”

  Nick’s fingertips went to work, touching her lightly, skimming her bare shoulders, arms, the rounded cheeks of her ass.

  Lara’s skin tingled. Her breasts ached. She burned from head to toe. The image of his mouth closing over her most private parts flashed across her mind’s screen.

  Nick’s fingers continued their sensual tease across her skin. Jared pumped his cock, keeping a slow steady rhythm.

  She groaned deep in the back of her throat. Her juices dampened the insides of her thighs. They had what she wanted, what she needed. Her sex grew wetter, her heart pounded. “Please,” she whispered.

  Nick’s hand slid around and she felt his hand at her sex, a featherlight touch that made her part her legs in anticipation. Small tremors shook her when his fingers reclaimed her clit. “You want to be fucked?”

  She gasped for air around the savage need beginning to devour her. Heat mingled with desperation and fused into something uncharacteristically volatile inside her core. Desire and a hundred other emotions pounded through her with every other beat of her heart. “Yes, please…”

  Nick’s free hand slipped around and cupped her left breast. He brushed his fingers over the erect peaks. “That’s what I wanted to hear.”

  Gasping, Lara arched into him, her own hands flying behind her to catch at his hips and pull his body against hers. She felt his erection straining.

  Nick groaned when she rubbed her ass against him. His fingers squeezed her breast tighter. His other hand stroked her clit.

  Lara rotated her hips in slow circles, good for both of them. Fire, damn it. She was on fire and about to explode into a raging inferno if she didn’t get some relief. A sensual tease was nice, but there came a time when you needed to get down to the fucking. “Come on, Nick,” she half breathed, half purred. “I want to know what that cock of yours feels like.”