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Elysium was the tallest building in the lighted night-sky of the city, a sleek structure of metal and glass that stood proudly amongst the cluster of apartments and concrete buildings that surrounded it.

Anna clutched her purse, sitting stiffly in her seat as I rolled the car past the gate’s security and into the dark cavelike mouth of the underground parking. I put a hand on her thigh and she flinched.

“It’s okay,” I told her.

She clutched my hand tightly, her skin soft and warm, both her palm and the luscious bare skin of her thigh. She had worn a special dress for this occasion—a wine red cocktail dress that ended just before her mid-thigh. She muttered, “I’m…I’m nervous.”

The parking lot was packed with expensive sedans and limousines, even one or two sportscars. I couldn’t blame Anna for feeling out of depth. I parked the car next to what I recognized as Elizabeth’s Rolls Royce, and we got out.

I felt that grip of excitement in my chest, and I don’t doubt Anna felt it too. She pulled out her little makeup mirror and obsessively started brushing away strands of her short golden hair from her face. The golden nub of her earring glinted from behind the curtain of her hair, and my gaze went down to the bare skin of her neck and shoulders.

“Anna,” I said. “Keep away the mirror.”

“What—why—” Her hands had barely tucked the mirror back into the purse when I took her hand and pushed her against the side of the Rolls Royce. I forced a kiss on her and she struggled against me and moaned.

Her hand found the back of my neck and her thin fingers gripped it. Inside my pants, I was stiff as a rock and I wanted to ravish her right here. Maybe it was also the excitement of the anticipation of the night we were gonna have with Elizabeth, maybe I wanted to fuck her against Elizabeth’s car.

My mouth went down to her neck and I bit her as she moaned, her fingers tightening on my neck and back. “Not here,” she pleaded in a hushed tone. “We need to…save our…” She bit her lips as I put my hand between her legs, feeling the thicker layer of panties underneath the flimsy dress. “…for her.”

She had a point.

Tonight, we weren’t executive assistants for the wealthiest woman in the city. Tonight, we were her personal sluts, her to put on a performance for her enjoyment and maybe, if she liked it, an encore in her bed.
A delicious strained silence followed as we took the elevator up the building, mixing in with the men and women in formal, company attires who frequented this place.

The elevator moved up with a smooth mechanical whine, and Anna anxiously stared at the moving red digits above the steel doors.

15…16…17…

I clutched her hand, and she blushed. I knew why Elizabeth liked her so much.

I remembered how she had us sleep with each other on our very first meet in Seattle. We were both standing back, barely saying a word as Elizabeth dealt with her company affairs inside the conference room.

We glanced at each other a few times, smiled politely and turned away. I wanted to talk to her, and she later told me she did too¬—but we were both afraid of being distracted if or when Elizabeth needed us. So, we stayed quiet.

After it was over, and all the business partners had left, she called us in and gave us in list of tasks to be done. Then she tossed me a key to a bedroom suite three floors below us, and said, “She’s with you.”

She blinked. “What?”

“Mmhmm.” Elizabeth didn’t look up from her file, pen in hand.

“I…” Anna blushed, then spoke hurriedly. “I can get a—a room somewhere else if there’s some kind of booking error—”

“There’s no booking error,” she said flatly. She put down the pen and fixed her gray eyes on her. “You like him.”

Anna froze, like a child who had been caught stealing. “Um…”

“And he likes you,” she continued. “Do you have a problem?”

She shook her head, her voice barely a whisper. “N-no, ma’am.”

A tiny smile tugged at her lips. She turned to me and said, “Do me a favor, Jacob. Fuck her.”

Anna flinched, eyes wide, but she stayed quiet.

“She needs to loosen up,” she said, losing her interest and going back to the file. “But I also want the Ledenbauer drafts completed by ten, so don’t have too much fun.”

I nodded.

She stopped when we left the room. “Jacob?”

I turned, and smirked at her. “So.” I put my hand forward.

She gulped, and took it.

The elevator doors slid open, and a red-lined foyer opened to us. Our shoes clacked on the red glass tiles under which smoky black patterns formed and disappeared. The wooden walls were lit by yellow lamps hidden in the floor-wall junctions, lighting the walls with a harsh gold while the rest of the room was a mellow scattered glow.

A doorman checked our names and pointed us to the black door set in the opposite wall.

Anna looked at me meekly. “You go ahead.”

I chuckled and opened the door.

The first sound we heard was of sex—slapping of flesh against flesh, masculine and feminine moans singing softly in a sensuous rhythm.

This room was the opposite of the foyer—one large circular spot of light illuminated the center, with the sides left dark. And in the spotlight were a man and woman.

The woman was on all fours, her black hair down her face which was contorted with pleasure. The man fucked her from behind, a hand on her back while the other steadied her by her hips. The man was lean but muscular, his tanned abs oiled and glowing in the bright spotlight, while the woman under him was brown. Her dark skin, slick with oil, glistened in the light.

And beyond them, halfway into the dark peripheral, sat Elizabeth in a red velvet seat.

Her dark black hair was undone and down her back. A sheer, vaporous red gown covered her body, half-open at the chest and ending at the thighs, where two pale legs were crossed. Cherry red heels crowned her feet. Her tigress eyes were fixed on the sexplay before her, her hand resting by her mouth, the other one lightly rubbing her thigh. She had no shame.

We stood at the edge of the light circle, waiting for her orders.

The couple in front of us paid no attention, grasped by their own pleasure. The woman moaned and moaned, her hair down her face, as if she didn’t even know where she was and didn’t care.

I throbbed inside my pants. I wanted to join them, to fuck them, or at least push Anna down on her knees and make her suck me. But we couldn’t do anything without her orders.

Anna’s face was red. Her hands were curled into small fists by her side. She was nervous about people watching her, but I’m sure she wanted nothing more than to touch herself, even if it was in front of them.

Elizabeth’s eyes flicked up to us, faintly amused. “You’re late.”

“We’re sorry, ma’am,” I said. I exchanged a look with Anna but she couldn’t meet my gaze.

She didn’t say anything. Her hungry eyes went up and down on both of us, then back to the couple and she said dismissively, “Take off your pants, Jacob. And your panties, Anna.”

“Oh.” Anna’s gasp was loud. She bit her lip and looked at me.

“Do it,” Elizabeth said, sharper.

Anna fumbled to curl her skirt up, revealing lacy pink panties which she pushed halfway down her thighs, revealing the pink slit I’d taken for myself this morning.

I unbuckled my belt and pushed down my pants, taking out my cock. The sharp tang of embarrassment coloured my cheeks.

“Now touch yourself, both of you.” Her voice was silken and sultry, but firm and commanding.

Anna’s eyes were at her feet, humiliated. She put two fingers and lightly rubbed herself. Her lips pursed as she stifled a moan.

I pumped my cock watching the two performers. I imagined being in the woman’s mouth, the two of us taking her together while Anna watched and Elizabeth supervised. I was rigid in my palm.

The man’s eyes rolled and his mouth opened letting out a long, desperate sound as he thrusted into his woman. He was close.

Then Elizabeth said, “Stop.”

The man was half dazed, half shocked. He must’ve had the will power of a wolf, because he managed to stop and pull out instead of fucking that girl until he came like I would’ve.

Elizabeth’s face had an expression of sadistic pleasure.

The man panted, his cock slick in her wetness and pink and big, as if a slightest touch would send him over the edge. The woman sat down on the ground, wiping away the hair from her face, looking exhausted.

“Welcome our guests, you two,” she said. She got up, her warm, sensuous curves visible through her gown, pale brown skin under a red sheen. “Prepare them, then send them in. I need to teach them a lesson tonight.”

She left the room from a side door that was invisible before.

NSFW: yes

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