Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 148

going to finish me off?"

Her smile grew a fraction, and she shook her head.

"You're such a fucking tease."

I'm sure someone will relieve you before the night is over."

"This looks cozy," Erin called out as she slipped up behind Natashya, wrapping her arms around the dance and sandwiching her between the two of us. Natashya looked over her shoulder at my assistant, and their lips met. They blessed me with a front-row seat as they shared a long, soulful kiss.

"Fuck, dude," a guy behind me said as he swayed to the music. He gave me a thumbs-up and yelled, "Good job!"

My ladies broke their kiss and grinned at him. His date slapped his arm, took his hand, and dragged him off stage. Erin and Natashya looked at me, and the three of us laughed at the man's misfortune. I really was lucky to have surrounded myself with women like these.

"So, did I miss?" Erin called out. The music had slowed to something with a calmer beat, and we stayed pressed close to each other as we swayed to the beat.

"Not much," I said, slipping my hands off Natashya's waist and wrapping them around Erin, pulling her tighter against us. "Natashya flirted with a guy and then blew him off."

"While I had Marcus' cock in me," the dancer clarified. "You can't leave the important parts out, silly boy."

"Damn! I missed a lot," Erin said as she broke free of my hold and circled me. We spent the next several minutes dancing with me in the middle of an incredibly sexy sandwich. Erin slipped her arms around my waist, between Natashya and me, and slid them up. She massaged my chest before grabbing onto her friend's tits and manipulating them. She peeled back some of Natashya's top, giving me a fantastic view of her nipples while the dancer held me close, her hips moving in time with the music in a sexy display of athletic skill.

Erin made up for her lesser dancing ability by our bodies. She grasped my damp cock through my pants, Natashya's ass, Natashya's crotch, brought my finger to her mouth and sucked on It, and ran her tongue up the dancer's back before biting her neck. By the time the song finished, the two girls weren't dancing as By the time the song finished, the two girls weren't dancing as much as they were participating in foreplay, which was driving me crazy. I finally slid my fingers into Erin's silver hair and pulled her toward me, kissing her over Natashya's shoulder as she watched us with abject lust shining in her eyes. Our tongues danced with each other, and I felt the gentle lips of our third dance partner softly caressing the side of my face as I made out with my assistant. Fuck, they both turned me on so fucking much.

I finally parted from Erin and looked down at my lovely little assistant and then at Natashya, they were both breathing hard and staring at me, radiating pure arousal,

"I need to settle down," I said. "I'm going to get some drinks and head back to our spot."

"You go ahead," Natashya said, slipping free of my arm as she turned and pulled Erin into her, placing her lips on the other girl's temple. "I'm going to see if she can get me off while out here. Then we'll find you. We'll consider it a challenge."

"Oh really?" Erin said, clearly intrigued. "What do I get if I win?"

Regretfully, I left them before catching the answer and headed toward the large bar in the main lounge. I leaned against the bar and waited for one of the four people behind the counter to notice me. Wedged between two club-hoppers, I had to put up listening to the man pressed behind me talking to someone loudly on his phone. It was annoying, and I wasn't the only one who thought so. The young woman in front of me kept looking over her shoulder and around me, throwing a dirty look at the man before looking back at the bar.

"It's obnoxious, isn't it?" I asked her.

She cut her eyes up at me and gave me a look of fervent agreement. Her skin tone was a rich, warm brown, almost the color of Shea's. Her complexion, glossy black hair, and plush lips alluded to a heavy dose of pacific islander heritage. She reminded me a little of my masseuse, and images of Shea's generous lips on my cock sent a pulse of arousal through it. God, I was surrounded by temptation no matter where I went.

The girl appeared in her early twenties but could have been a couple of years younger thanks to her hair put up in twin ponytails. She wore a revealing crop top cut with a sharp V in the front, giving me a clear view of the inner slopes of her breasts. There was no hint of a tan line, and I saw a glimpse of dark ink that disappeared

under one breast. Her shirt stopped well short of her pants,

exposing a generous amount of her tight abdomen and an Impossibly slender waist. She stood roughly five feet and some change and wore tight pants that could have been painted on, displaying a cute, round bottom. She wore a deep burgundy lipstick and dark liner encircled her eyes, overemphasizing them and making them appear catlike. Long eyelashes made her dark eyes look even more prominent. A floral tattoo ran up one arm from elbow to her shirt sleeve, then seemed to continue along her ribs and waist, continuing until it disappeared under the waistline of her pants. She looked like a corrupted schoolgirl,

She also looked really fucking familiar.

Once I got over seeing boobs-something that always took time -1 simply kept glancing at her when I thought she wasn't looking.

Eventually, the annoying guy on the phone left after receiving his drink, and the bartender took her order. I piggybacked off the attention and placed mine as well. The girl glanced at me in annoyance at first, and then I saw her do a double take, her frown melting as she seemed to recognize me.

"Holy shit!" She said. "You're uh..." She looked like she was fishing for the answer. "You're the... You're the Gerrard guy!"

Fuck. I'd been made.

I glanced over my shoulder to see if her words had drawn any attention, but it looked like no one had heard her.

"I'm not sure what you're talking about," I said as I looked back at her. She looked like she wasn't sure if she believed me but didn't push back. I looked back toward the bartender to see if they were close to finishing my drinks when I heard someone call my name.

"Marcus!"

I glanced around, not seeing any of my ladies, and then I realized the voice had belonged to the woman who had just ID'd me. I closed my eyes in frustration, knowing I'd been duped into giving myself away. Finally, I opened them and looked down at her. She was staring up at me with big dark eyes and a grin.

Where the hell had I seen her before?

"Fuck. Nice one," I said dryly. "You got me."

"So it is you," she said.