rainbowfic | Beige 5, Fade to Grey 19

Name: Horseplay & Roughhousing
Colors: Beige 5 (keyboard), Fade to Grey 19 (Deliciate)
Supplies and Styles: calendar page Sep 23 (national singles day), charcoal, stain (The essential conditions of everything you do must be choice, love, passion. Nadia Boulanger), resin (WIP Big Bang), wood, fabric, feathers (death of Sigmund Freud), beading wire, glue (The Sun enters your charming sign on Saturday, and once this happens, your love life could begin overflowing with blissful relationship energy! ), mural, fingerpainting, life drawing
Word Count: 11811
Rating: NC-17 (it's almost all smut)
Warnings: body horror in the 2nd chapter, BDSM, death of a minor character that deserves it (2nd chapter), public sex
Summary: When Janie's lover, the mob leader Sidney "Dog-Ear" Foss, proposed a night of entertainment at his club, she didn't realize SHE was going to be it.

AO3 link if it's easier to read there, full list of kinks at the start of each chapter. Slang definitions will be given at the end of each chapter.

Chapter 1

Chapter 1 kinks: daddy/little girl, D/s, sugar daddy, bdsm, bondage, blindfolds, public sex, sex with strangers, cunnilingus, fingering, PIV sex (f/nb), explicit consent, loving dom, queer characters, mysterious gender, monster friends, big dicks, safe sex, rough sex, f/f, f/nb, f/m

Janie sat slowly brushing her hair. She could hear noises outside her room from the rest of the hideout and she snorted to herself. Janie Hill, moll of the famous gangster Sidney 'Dog-Ear' Foss, and she'd hardly seen him in five weeks. She sighed. She shouldn’t be bitter. After all he’d done so much for her, taken her from scrounging for cans and picking pockets to decked out in the finest duds tailored just for her and eating the finest meals. And she knew it wasn’t her looks. She wasn’t bad, that was for sure, but compared to stacked ladies like Slice Hensley and Asp, well… Well, it sure wasn’t her looks.

She smiled to herself. She knew why. Sidney wanted somebody like her. He needed somebody like her, someone who could keep her mouth shut about the things he couldn’t share with the rest of the world. Someone who looked good and didn’t talk back when others could see, but kept her eyes open and wasn't afraid to speak up. She just wished she could do that for him, or anything really, a little more often lately. She could get money for anything she wanted, but that didn’t make up for not having his hands on her.

The door opened. "Hey baby,” Sidney purred. She smiled and put down the brush. She wanted to be mad at him, but how could she?

“Hey tiger.” He came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her. She looked at them in the mirror, his broad-shouldered and muscular form in his well-tailored suit enveloping her small body sheathed in white silk. He kissed her temple. She sighed, not able to resist melting in his warm arms. The smell of the wool of his suit, his aftershave and pomade, cigarette smoke, and an undertone of scotch on his breath. She squeezed his arm. “Got any plans?” Her voice had gone small and child-like, like it always seemed to when they were alone.

He smirked as he sat down and pulled her onto his lap. She nestled against his chest as he started brushing her hair. “Sure. There’s going to be a meeting tonight. All the bigshot aces . You’ll come, won’t you?”

“Uh-huh,” she affirmed softly. Her brain always got fuzzy when she was in his arms. Her brow furrowed. Sidney liked to have her at these sorts of things as another set of eyes and ears. One he knew was 100% loyal to him and oftentimes smarter than the guns he could hire, because she relied on her brain instead of lead. And she looked so minxy on his arm that everyone assumed that was all she was for. “Tiger? What am I going to wear?” The thing was, if she was going to make him look good, why hadn’t he bought her a new gown? He always had before.

He chuckled, his chest vibrating against her cheek. “Oh, don’t worry about that.” He set down the brush. “I know things have been awfully boring for you lately, so I thought I’d give you a treat.”

“Okay.” She nuzzled into his jacket. Her confusion didn’t matter, not as long as he was here.

* * *

Janie chewed her lip as King Kendrick pulled the car up to the club. Kendrick nodded at Sidney and Janie as he held the door for them. Sidney had her put her hair up, but she was wearing just a house frock under her coat and her everyday shoes. He escorted her in, his arm wrapped warmly around her. The place was quiet, the empty chairs and tables waiting for the party tonight. The lounge was dimly lit with pockets of light scattered over the tables, the bar, and over the small stage at the end of the room where he usually had musicians play. It wasn’t set up for musicians now.

Her breath stuttered.

* * *

“Something wrong, baby?”

“Um…” She'd gone tense in his arms. They stopped at the edge of the stage before one of the sets of stairs on either side. He eyed the set up appraisingly. It hadn't been cheap, but anything for his baby.

“Like I said, I thought I’d give you a treat. I know I haven’t been around for a while and I’ve been neglecting you, but I think you’ll get plenty of attention tonight.”

She blushed all the way down to her toes. “Sidney… What is this?”

He glanced at her. She didn’t use his name very often. “I thought it was fairly obvious.” He dropped the purring tone.

“You- you’re g-going to put me in that?” In the center of the stage, a metal arch a little taller than he was stood on a heavy base, padded in the middle where she would stand. A thinner semicircle spanned the top, its bottom six inches taller than her. That part was a similar to a set-up they used sometimes, when he wanted Janie standing for a long time, with leather bands that hung from the semi-circle that could slide along as she needed to adjust or be tightened down to hold her still. Wide d-rings that her hands would be tied to hung from the bands. To the side was a small cabinet, with water bottles and other necessary supplies, and on top, two neat coils of dark red silk rope and a black leather blindfold lined in red fur.

“Yeah.” He ran his hand down her back before resting it possessively on her derrière. “I’m going to put you in that and everyone’s going to see what a beautiful girl you are.“ She shivered. “Is that okay, baby?” he purred.

* * *

“I- I…” She wanted to melt, to be his good girl, but she was scared. “I’ve never done anything like that.”

He pulled her close, her hip against his leg. “Really? It seems to me…”

She felt disconnected, even with his arm around her. “I-I mean in front of people.”

He looked down at her fondly, but his eyes sparkled devilishly. “Oh? Well, they’re not important. After all, you know who you belong to. And no matter who looks at you or who touches you, that won’t change.”

She nodded, but glanced at the rig again. She could say no. She really could, and Sidney might be disappointed but he wouldn't be mad. But he'd gone to all this trouble and... well, she was curious too, to be honest, and the fear was also a bit of fire in her core, just like every other time Sidney had her do something new. And he wouldn't let anything bad happen to her. Right?

* * *

‘Bear’ Hanks watched over the crowd as 'Hard Silk' Hardison let people in. This romp was invitation only, but you never knew what knucklehead might try to crash it. This wasn’t his sort of thing. He didn’t belong in a bummed monkey suit with his hair greased down surrounded by suave cats and smooth dames. Bear’s attention was diverted when Asp showed up. Now there was a dish that could make a garbage bag look good and the gown she wore could put the shine on a goat. Hard Silk shot him a dirty look and he peeled his tongue off the floor. Course, there wasn’t any way that Hard Silk could say that she wasn’t hot in the biscuit too. And when Slice Hensley sauntered in a little later, she gave Hard Silk a squeeze on the keister and blew a kiss in Bear’s direction. That was a sister that you could get along with, without worrying about looking for your jewels the next day. But people were getting settled, so he took up his post blocking the door while Hard Silk took hers watching the room. The tables were made for couples or singles and the gangsters leaned or turned to chat with those next to them.

The boss rose from his booth in the corner and clinked his knife against the rim of his glass. The room quieted, then was interrupted by the door rattling. Bear grumbled and Hard Silk glanced at him, raising her eyebrows. He was closer. He rolled his eyes and cracked open the door, half-listening to the boss’ chinning . “Thank you all for coming. I feel it’s important those in our line of work to get together often to so we can limit the sorts of troubles that plague New York and Chicago.”

A couple of doggy crumbs . He knew who they were. Everybody had heard of H0R53 and PetaGlitch, a couple of geeks who could make computers pop off for them.

“There’s no reason why any disagreement we have with each other can’t be solved without violence. Especially considering the recent trouble we are having with these self-proclaimed ‘heroes’.” Dog-Ear's voice dripped with derision.

The taller one in specs was PetaGlitch and he flashed Bear an embarrassed tight-lipped smile as he held out their invites.
“But that's talk for some other time. There's plenty to eat and drink, gratis for tonight. Make yourself comfortable." He waved toward the buffet filled to the brim with appetizers and other small bites, and the patient bartender. Bear was glad they'd been fed already, because it smelled divine.

H0R53 was a twitchy one who’d already managed to make his tux look like he’d slept in it. He half-mumbled under his breath as PetaGlitch pushed him towards one of the few empty tables. Those two had been the last of the dozen invited guests.

Dog-Ear reached for the switch and light blazed over the stage where Janie stood. “And here's a bit of entertainment. That’s my girl, and I expect you to pay your respects. She won’t talk, but I’m sure she will make her opinions clear.” Every gangster’s gaze was drawn to the moll’s figure. She stood, her hair perfectly in place, her hands bound in shining red rope over her. She wore nothing but a blindfold. Bear swallowed hard - they'd all been told what this shindig was for and Janie wasn't his type, but dang if she didn't look good all the same. The temperature in the room seemed to jump as the assembled criminals studied her.

* * *

Janie could feel people watching her as Sidney finished his speech. The light caressed her, suddenly warm. She knew she was perfectly safe in this room full of gangsters, but there was sweat beading on her that wasn’t from the lights. She could see only a haze of gold around the edges of the blindfold. The stage shifted quietly as someone stepped onto it.

“Good evening, Miss Hill,” a slightly accented voice said softly. John Tejada. Handsome Jim they called him. He was actually more pretty than handsome, with hair that fell in golden ringlets around his face. His fingers brushed along her cheek. “You’re not uncomfortable, I hope?” She forced herself to smile and shook her head. She could stand like this for hours, but her stomach felt like a breeding ground for butterflies. “You know what he expects to happen, don’t you?” Tejada said. He’d gotten closer, almost whispering in her ear. She could feel the warmth off him. She nodded. He kissed her cheek and she hooked an ankle around his to encourage him closer. He brushed the back of his fingers against her cheek, his nails lightly scratching. “You’re such a sweet lamb ,” he murmured and leaned in to kiss below her ear. One hand rested lightly on her hip as the other brushed through the loose fringes of her hair. “You have such beautiful hair. It’s a shame it’s up all the time.”

She smiled against his cheek, then kissed it. He turned his head and caught her lips with his. She’d heard he was a terrific kisser and the stories didn’t lie. He was sweet and not possessive and as she pushed her body against his, he stood fast, the model of gentlemanly restraint. He kissed her cheek once more, running his hands down her back, before stepping back.

“I do hope you enjoy yourself.”

Janie grinned as the next person stepped onto the stage. Those distinctive footsteps could be no one else. The heavy footfall, the click of the claws. The bulk of her body blocked the glow around the edges of the blindfold.

“Hi Janie,” Karian rumbled. Karian looked like some monstrosity from a madman’s lab, a mix of hyena and alligator perhaps, and she was as fierce a fighter as you could ask. She was also a loyal friend, even if she wasn’t fond of Sidney. “You okay?” Janie nodded. Karian pressed her palm against Janie’s cheek, smooth and cold as snake skin. “You sure?” She nodded again. “He told you not to talk, huh?” She smiled. “Okay, if you’re sure.” She tilted her head to press against Karian’s hand. She sighed, a rush of hot fragrant air against Janie's face. The stage trembled as she knelt and tucked her head against Janie's neck, tickling where the spiked tufts of hair pressed against her chin. "You need me, you know..." Janie leaned her head against Karian's and pulled her close with a leg. Karian hugged her waist, velvety and smooth where the irregular bands of fur and scale pressed against her bare skin. After a moment, Karian stood and pressed her forehead against Janie's. "Okay... I'll come running if you need me, you know that..." The stage shook again as she left, the last sound the hiss of her tail scraping down the stairs.

* * *

Sidney watched as Karian sat back down at her table. She and he didn't get along well, but he tried for Janie's sake. 'Bets' Bianchi stepped up from where zie was stationed beside his table. Zie leaned down. "Hey boss?" zie asked quietly. "We included in that?"

He turned, eyebrows raised. "Do you want to be?"

Zie shrugged nervously. "I mean, Janie's a nice girl."

He chuckled. He aimed for a better level of criminal in his gang and that meant not limiting openings by gender, ethnicity, orientation, or anything else. Early on he'd had to let go of some that made trouble because of it, but the pay off was people like Bets, and Honeycomb, and Hard Silk, who had experienced issues with other gangs and flourished in his. Bets was careful and precise in z i r work and also attracted to many of the same types of people Sidney was. "Sure, go ahead. I don't think any of you are foolish enough to misinterpret it."

Zie relaxed and glanced around the room before responding. "Nah, I don't think so."

* * *

Next were footsteps that made the stage ring. She knew those - she'd admired those boots when Bets got them. Zie stopped in front of her. "Hey Janie. Can't decide who I'm more jealous of, you or the Boss." She laughed nervously and Bets stepped forward to pet her hair. "Don't worry," zie whispered. "The Boss is watching, you know, and he's got six of us here to make sure." She nodded. Bets snorted, but continued to pet her soothingly. "Aw, you don't need me to say that. You know Dog-Ear." Zie leaned in, holding her face still, to kiss her gently. Janie let z i r lead for a moment, then parted her lips to encourage zir further. Bets laughed and moved one hand to the back of her neck and the other to her waist and resumed with more ardor.

Tejada had been sweet, but restrained. Bets was as tempting as the devil. Zir hands roamed with touches just enough to set her skin on fire before moving on. When Janie pulled back for air, Bets' mouth moved to her ear, nipping and sucking until she was panting.

"You are so damn hot. Definitely jealous." And zie stepped away as Janie whined.

* * *

Sidney smiled faintly as Bets strutted off the stage. Slice Hensley was already rising from her table, her swaying walk enticing every man she passed. She spoke quietly to Janie, then went in for a long, intense kiss, before dropping to her knees and diving in between Janie’s legs. The bound girl responded with enthusiastic moans and wrapped her legs around Slice’s shoulders.

Sidney rested his chin on his fist to watch. Janie was a good girl but it would be interesting to see if she would be distracted from his instructions. And, of course, there was the simple entertainment of the scene before him. Slice grasped Janie’s ass to hold her still and continued her ministrations. Janie was twisting in her bonds, her head thrown back as she let loose a symphony of moans. He covered his smile with his hand as Janie relaxed. There had been no words in those sounds, that was for sure. Her legs dropped from around Slice, but the forger continued for moments longer before rising and shooting a devious grin at him.

He stood. His little girl had been quite unrestrained in her motions and now stood panting, her hands and head limp. Zyn and Pulse seemed to be debating whether to go up, but waited when he passed by.

“You doing okay, baby?” he asked as he ran his hands over her arms. He checked her hands. She was blessed with a miraculous seeming ability to withstand this, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t injure herself. She made a soft noise and nodded. He lifted her head up to kiss her and held her close until he was sure she’d regained her footing. Asp was eying them from her table next to the stage.

“Planning on showing us how it’s done?” she said.

He smirked back. “I can have her any time at all. There’s no need for me to delay anyone else’s enjoyment. Yours perhaps?”

“Perhaps,” she agreed. “Although more bodies are more fun.”

He kissed Janie again and stepped away to schmooze some of his more renowned guests. While the primary purpose of tonight was Janie, the other one was, as always, to strengthen his friendly relationships and that had influenced some of his invitations. Xavier Willsworth, aka Gentleman Will, rose to greet him as he approached. He was the elder statesmen, so to speak, of the criminal kingdom. A man that Sidney was quite fortunate had no ambition for further power. He shook Sidney’s hand warmly.

“An interesting display tonight,” he said in his warm tones with a hint of an accent that Sidney suspected he preserved.

“You’ll indulge me, I’m sure.”

The old man laughed faintly. “Indulge Miss Hill more like it.” Sidney tilted his head in assent. “I’m afraid I’ll leave that for our younger friends.”

“Too bad. I’m sure a man of your stature could show them a trick or two.”

A fleeting smile. “Ah, no, I think I will preserve my dignity in that regard.” Sidney’s smile tightened until Gentleman Will clarified. “I’m too old to risk making a fool of myself before a crowd.” He shrugged with a smile. "Although, a kiss or two may be in order."

* * *

Janie had lost track of how many people had visited her and she didn’t know how many were here anyway. She was warm and happy. The blindfold made everyone blend together, a series of kissing, fondling, and more. She’d relaxed, feeling good under Sidney’s protective eye. He’d checked on her again, bringing her cool water and smoothing her hair.

Soundless steps that barely moved the stage coming behind her. The ghost of a touch against her shoulder. She shivered and felt the beat of a laugh against her neck. A whisper of breath in her ear. “Relax Janie.”

Bobby. She’d met him years ago, before all this. She wasn’t sure when he became involved in the gangs. The Shade was a mysterious ghost-like figure, respected and feared at the same time, but Bobby had been sweet and thoughtful. He chuckled again, louder. “It’s been a while, hasn’t it?” The glow of the lights around the blindfold dimmed, then he leaned in to whisper again in her ear. “Does Dog-Ear know? About us?”

She nodded.

“We copacetic?”

She leaned forward to kiss his cheek.

He chuckled. “Well then. Like he said, I’d best pay my respects.”

He stepped back and ran and assessing thumb along her jaw, before tilting her head up for a rum-flavored kiss. His other hand ran down her spine, then grazed along her hipbone.

“Beautiful,” he murmured and the back of his fingers flicked against her clit. She gasped and pushed her hips forward. A beat of a laugh, then his mouth was on her ear. He sucked and nibbled and worked three fingers into her. It was just the right mixture of sensation and she wiggled against him.

She bit her lip as he massaged a breast. It was feeling too good. She started to shake her head and his head lifted from her breast.

“It’s alright, Janie,” he whispered. “Dog-Ear’s watching. This is a moment’s pleasure, nothing more.”

She took a deep breath, feeling herself tighten on his fingers, and let her head drop to his shoulder. He rested his free arm at the small of her back as he continued to jill her off. She was shaking, wound tight, all other concerns forgotten, and she bit her lip as her orgasm hit. She felt Bobby's smile against her and then he stood. A gentle hand lifted her head and she felt something wet against her lips. She opened them to run a tongue over his fingers, sucking them clean. He kissed her one last time, his tongue thorough but not commanding.

“Dog-Ear’s lucky to have you.”

* * *

Sidney sat down to better watch after getting a drink. He didn’t find The Shade a threat and his girl deserved the best. The Shade nodded to him as he stepped off the stage, leaving Janie licking her lips. She got a few minutes rest before the next one. There were only a handful left that hadn’t visited her and a couple he doubted would.

Jesse ‘Black Hands’ Grand stepped onto the stage and Sidney raised an eyebrow. He hadn't expected them to participate much. Black Hands ran their business out of their night club - aimed at a much younger crowd then Sidney's. Sidney had hired Black Hands once or twice - they were strictly freelance, an expert smuggler and a source for top notch drugs, both pharmaceutical and recreational - and Sidney had nothing but respect for their skill, which, of course, was why they'd been invited tonight. Still, they were famous for being an eccentric, and a flirt and a tease more than anything.

Black Hands dressed seemingly according to whatever whim took them, would give no hints about their gender or orientation - which Sidney had nothing but respect for - and was referred to with whatever pronoun the speaker leaned toward. Tonight they were in midnight blue with lighter accessories: a short lavender vest in a feminine cut over a tight shirt that billowed over their plush hips into a short skirt, loose pants, and expensive looking heels. They had their omnipresent black gloves and lavender flower - the gloves today short and edged with lace and the flowers - carnations today - as a pair, centered in buns in their pale hair.

They eyed Janie assessingly, hands on their hips.

* * *

“Evening, Miss Hill.” Gravelly voice. Janie’s brow furrowed. No one she knew. “This is a gas, isn't it?” She nodded. Footsteps echoed as whoever it was paced around her. “Surprised more folks haven't gone farther. A dish like you and a chance like this. Not something you get everyday.” And there was the first touch, a confident hand stroking the back of her neck. She arched into it. Breath against the back of her ear. “Seems wasteful to pass it up. If that’s alright?” She nodded and tried to wiggle against them, but they were already stepping away.

* * *

Sidney held his breath as Black Hands started to undress and chided himself a fool for it. Black Hands was not quite his usual type, but pretty and with a confidence that was hard to resist. There were plenty of others watching as well, at least one that Sidney knew had slept with them. It was a deliberate process, a show for an appreciative audience, but Black Hands gave no hint, besides a cheeky grin, of noticing anyone else. Each piece of clothing was precisely folded and set down before going to the next, slowly revealing an exquisite full body tattoo in jewel tones. Intricate twining lines encased tropical birds and flowers, precisely obscuring and highlighting Black Hands' body. They slowly, teasingly pulled down their lacy silk panties, purring as it slid over their erect cock. That was carefully laid on top of the folded clothes, and then Black Hands quickly peeled off their gloves and turned to Janie.

The linework of their tattoo framed their cock and glutes and Sidney wondered for a moment what it'd be like to follow it with his tongue and what noises Black Hands would make, how they'd move as he did it. He shook his head and turned his attention back to Janie waiting as Black Hands slipped on a condom from the basket on the cabinet with a well-practiced motion.

* * *

Janie’s eyebrows furrowed at the sudden murmurs from the audience. Finally whoever it was stalked toward her, the stage ringing with ever step. Her guest drew her face toward theirs and kissed her gently. “Don’t mind them,” they said softly. The welcome feeling of a dick pressing against her hip distracted her from anything else. They chuckled at her pleased sigh as they ran a finger along her wet slit. “Mm. Shall we get down to brass tacks then, you darling girl?”

She nodded. They pushed into her slowly, giving her time to adjust and she moaned softly. They were big, just all around big, and it felt so lovely to be filled up after being teased and fondled by so many.

“Oh, that’s nice,” they murmured. She couldn’t help but agree, feeling the head of their cock rub deep inside her. They started gently, with thrusts that rocked her like ocean waves, as they stroked and kissed and whispered compliments. "Such a pretty girl. We could - ahh... - have fun all night." Janie turned her mouth toward theirs. "Mm, but I think Dog-Ear might object..." They licked down the shell of her ear and Janie shivered. "Eventually." They finally acceded and caught her mouth with theirs, a slow thorough kiss that left her panting. "Shall we move things along then?"

She nodded and nestled her head in their neck. This was nice, all of it had been nice. She couldn't demand or beg or ask, just take what she was offered. It was easy and hard at the same time. She knew what Sidney liked, whether he was spoiling her or pushing her. Tonight had been surprise after surprise - mostly good.

"Everyone's been so nice to you, maybe you're ready for something a little rougher?" they teased. She considered, then nodded. They laughed, dragging their nails along her spine. "Well then." She squeaked when they pulled her thighs up and shook her head. They let her set one leg down, their strong hands still firm on her butt, so she could could adjust her arms, grabbing the straps she hung from. She nodded. "Smart as well as sexy." They kissed her shoulder, then lifted her until her thighs were almost against her chest, bracketing their sides. The straps went slack, but she didn't feel at risk. Whoever they were, they were strong under their plushness. The loops of the straps stuttered along the bar as she let her arms fall wider.

Like before they started slow and Janie moaned as their cock slide deep inside her. But it didn't stay that way long. They were in complete control of this and all she could do was enjoy it. They'd angled her so her clit rubbed against their smooth body and set an agonizingly pleasurable pace, their thick cock grinding against her g-spot on every stroke. Her whole body shook, her breasts bouncing, and all she could do was moan and pant. Their arms were slick with sweat, pooling where their elbows braced the back of her knees and when she leaned forward, they tasted like salt and lust.

"Oh, you gorgeous thing," they said breathlessly. "You feel so good." She moaned, barely hearing them, and her body clenched tight, pulling a groan from them. "Oh yes... Mmm, that's good."

* * *

Sidney bit his knuckle, his cock aching. His girl was close from the timbre of her voice, incredibly close, and Black Hands put on an excellent show, their muscles flexing under the ink as they pleasured her. He was not going to jack off, but it was a damn close thing. Behind him, Bets and Honeycomb sounded like they were in similar states. Even the asexual Joe Thunder was commenting under his breath.

He'd definitely have to invite Black Hands over later.

* * *

Janie moaned, then clenched her teeth to keep from letting out the nonsense words filling her head. They were just this side of brutal - like Sidney could get when they had the time, but never in a position like this - and somehow in this moment it was just right. She threw her head back, gritting her teeth, as her orgasm hit, and their pace stuttered for a second as she shook her head, whimpering.

They shifted slightly to relieve her overstimulated clit. "That's good, sweetness. You okay?" She nodded. "You're amazing." They continued to compliment her, their words getting filthier and more broken, until they pulled her hard onto them, balls-deep for the first time, their cock like an iron pole pounding against the deepest part of her, and swearing as they came.

They let her legs down carefully, holding her until she was sure she was steady. Their arms trembled, but they didn't seem to notice as they kissed her one last time, their breath hot and wet. "Thank you, Miss Hill," they whispered, their gravelly voice breathless, and pulled away.

* * *

'Black Hands' Grand shot Sidney a sultry look as they strutted across the stage, hips and wet cock swaying. They dropped the condom in the bin next to the basket they had gotten it from and efficiently redressed.

Sidney couldn't resist. "Grand." They looked over as they pulled on their gloves. He raised his glass. "Well done." They smirked and bowed before descending the stairs. Sidney rose to check on his girl.

Janie was still panting, shining with sweat. "You alright, baby?" She nodded. He checked her hands and wrists anyway. They were a bit red from the restraints, but nothing worrisome. He cracked open a chilled water bottle. "Drink." She finished a little more than half before she pulled away. He pulled her head towards him, hour mouth cold and her body hot and wet as he kissed her. "My good girl." Sighing happily, she leaned her head on his shoulder. He kissed her neck, tasting salt, and stepped back to look her over once more. He pulled out his handkerchief and wet part of it. "This'll be cold, baby." She flinched just a little as he wiped away the sweat on her face and dried it. He nodded and kissed her one last time before returning to his table.

duds - clothes
stacked - well-built woman, especially with big boobs
aces - esteemed, excellent, experts
minxy- a flirty girl
romp - party
knucklehead - stupid person
bummed - borrowed
monkey suit - formal dress suit
cats - guys
dish - pretty woman, cute girl
hot in the biscuit - horny
sister - woman
chinning - talking
doggy - well dressed but not used to it
crumbs - loser, jerk
pop off - orgasm
specs - glasses
shindig - party
lamb - nice person
copacetic - okay, cool
gas - enjoyable time
brass tacks - heart of the matter

Chapter 2
Kinks: fingering, analingus, vibrator, f/agender
This is the chapter with the body horror and other bad stuff

On the other side of the room, Thomas 'H0R53' Wright had been making comments to Ian 'PetaGlitch' Rietz all night. He'd still been in shock at the reveal when Tejada went up. Karian was a disgusting monster. Then "the show was really getting started", but Hard Silk was a bore as she lavished attention to the moll's breasts. He was "going to go up and show them how it was done" until Honeycomb stepped on the stage - even H0R53 knew Honeycomb Durango was best known for fragging people - and he grimaced as he got up to get a second beer.

PetaGlitch was glad to have to have the table to himself when Dog-Ear stopped by as he was chatting up his guests. He was far better at being diplomatic than H0R53 could ever manage, and Ian was glad Tommy didn't get a chance with alcohol added to the equation. Tommy returned and took up his commentary again. He dismissed Gentleman Will as the "pansy geezer" - even though they had been well paid a month before to do a job for him - but when Pulse Beyer pulled a vibrator from the cabinet he was reduced to watching wide-eyed and wordless. He sneered when Zyn followed and stalked off to get a refill. It was when The Shade was fingering her and H0R53 was part-way through his fourth pint that he started to get obscene. His denigration of Black Hands tapered off when they lifted her and focused instead on Dog-Ear's girl and he would do to her.

"Tommy, I'm telling you, do not go over there," Ian said again.

"Chicken. Just cuz you're a bag-biter doesn't mean I am. Not when there's a cuspy gooball up for grabs."

"That's Dog-Ear's girl."

"Yeah, and she's putting on a show like any floozie. You could hear her from here!"

"Tommy-"

"Don't be such a doorstop, Ian." He got up as PetaGlitch shook his head. This could only end badly but what was he supposed to do, tackle him?

* * *

Sidney's eyes narrowed as the skinny geek sidled up to the stage. "Dang, aren't you a proper charity girl?" he said in something like a whisper. Janie frowned, but the hacker didn't seem to notice, instead reaching to paw at her chest.

* * *

Janie winced as the squeaky-voiced man squeezed her breasts like they were his personal toys. Several of her other visitors had tasted of alcohol, but this one stank of it. The stage shifted as someone else came up the stairs. “That is not the way to talk to a lady,” a staticky sort of voice said. That could only be Blivet, the android. "Perhaps this is the only way a bogon like you can get close to a woman."

"Go climb your thumb, cretin." It was obviously supposed to be a sneer, but came out with a screech.

A cascade of eerie electronic noise. “ha. ha. ha.” Janie shivered. Sidney was watching. Of course he was. He would stop it if anything went wrong and she could always say something and he and his guns would come running. As creepy as Blivet was, it wasn’t known for casually hurting people.

* * *

Sidney motioned his goons back. Not yet. He had expected Wright to be crude, but not quite so foolish. Blivet, on the other hand, he had expected to be completely aloof from this. It would be interesting to see how this played out. Wright spat something too quiet for Sidney to hear, but it elicited another round of laughter from the machine looming over him.

* * *

Blivet analyzed the little man in front of it carefully. 1.57 meters tall, approximately 62 kilograms. Analysis: Not nearly as talented with computers as his usual partner, Ian 'PetaGlitch' Rietz, yet arrogant. Observation: target is drunk. Observation: target has made Jane Hill uncomfortable. Observation: Sidney 'Dog-Ear' Foss is watching and displeased. Conclusion: target would not be missed. Conclusion: self have fun.

“You wish to play with Miss Jane Hill? Do you have experience with such action?”

The geek's face reddened further. "Nuke yourself, you crufty boat anchor."

“I am aware of your relationship with machines, Thomas Wright.” Blivet reached out an arm, letting the illusion of flesh fade from its hand. “Shall I help you overcome your weaknesses in both fields?” And before Wright could make another remark, Blivet grabbed his arm.

* * *

The room watched as Blivet's hand went from grasping Wright's wrist to merging with it, turning his skin green and gold as it bulged like it was filled with worms. Its arm melted into his. Wright screamed and the screams turned to wet choked gurgles as Blivet stepped into him, yanking him up like a puppet as the android's head and shoulders loomed over him like a puppeteer. Tracings of circuitry ripped through his clothes. The jacket rained to the floor in shreds and long slashes tore down his shirt and pants revealing skin as he spasmed. His mouth wide and noiseless, Wright hung twitching from Blivet's frame over-arching him like a gallows as it enveloped him in itself, its flesh liquifying and overfilling him as its spine and shoulders supported them. Tracings of circuitry in blood and gold raced ahead of the green of Blivet's integration. The android's face formed over his, out of sync with his gasps, like a glitching monitor.

* * *

Blivet silenced the useless noises Wright was making. The mental screaming intensified as it gathered further data and it filtered that away as well.

Sexual relationships with women: two. Duration: Two weeks, three days, fourteen hours; three weeks, six days, ten hours. Intercourse, manual, giving: two. Intercourse, manual, receiving: five. Intercourse, oral, giving: one. Intercourse, oral, receiving: six. Intercourse, vaginal: one, unsuccessfully. Intercourse, anal, giving: two. Intercourse, anal, receiving: zero. Phallus, flaccid: length approximately 12 centimeters, circumference approximately 13 centimeters. Phallus, erect: length approximately 20.3 centimeters, circumference approximately 19.6 centimeters.

Blivet looked down at the body it was occupying. “Shall we first repair some of your shortcomings?” Wright's memories showed that his phallus was too large to be enjoyable for at least some women, and Blivet estimated it was longer and thicker than Jesse 'Black Hands' Grands', which Jane Hill had enjoyed. It set its specifications to slightly larger than average and slightly smaller than Grands'. A greater physical height would provide more stability and easier contain Blivet's volume.

Adjustment: phallus size, fully erect: length 15.2 centimeters, circumference 16.5 centimeters, height: 1.9 meters.

He shook and tried to scream as it stretched him, filling weakened bone and muscle with its own substance. The tux tightened, his lengthened arms and legs revealing spotty flesh, alternately corpse-pale and bruised, rippled with crimson stretch marks, before being covered by Blivet's circuitry.

Blivet observed the crowd as it adjusted him. Many were dispassionate, watching with hard eyes and set faces. Karian's approving smile revealed sharp teeth. Ian 'PetaGlitch' Rietz sat gagging and trying to hide it, glancing between Blivet and Foss. Finally comfortable, it shucked the misfitting clothing and looked toward Foss. He was one of the few people that was better than tolerant of it, but it was unwise to make assumptions as to the depth of his tolerance.

"May we continue?"

His eyes were narrow, but he spoke calmly. "You were human once, weren't you, Blivet?"

Before its Creator started Her work on her. "That is correct."

"Will you do Janie any harm?"

"No."

“If you do, I will destroy you.”

“I know.” Blivet noted, as it noted everything, that Foss' hands relaxed slightly as he repositioned them, one fisted, the other laid on top.

“It’s up to her.”

* * *

A light touch on her cheek. She kept from flinching but couldn't help but shiver. “There is no need to be frightened.” Its voice was different. Organic.

Tommy Wright. That was the hacker H0R53, wasn't it? She'd only heard rumors about him but whoever the man had been, he was rude and drunk. She could only hear what had happened - Blivet's mocking, Wright's clumsy retorts, then screaming and sounds that were worse.

“You can speak, Janie.” Sidney sounded calm. That meant things were okay, right?

"Was that Horse? What did you do to him?"

"Yes. I integrated him into me.”

Her throat was dry. It was quiet, everyone waiting on her. And all she could see was the fuzzy gold glow around the blindfold. She swallowed. “Did you kill him?”

“No.”

“What are you going to do?”

“No more than others did and as carefully. May we?”

She couldn't think. She wasn't supposed to have to think. She looked toward Sidney's booth.

"Something wrong, baby?" His voice was gentle, like they were the only two in the room.

"I'm thirsty..."

"I can get it, Boss." King Kendrick offered from her right, close by. Heavy quick footsteps on the stairs. "Here Janie." King was a big guy, but careful. He sat a warm hand on her jaw, then the mouth of the water bottle at her lips. She drank, and it helped, but her skin still prickled.

"Thank you, King," Sidney said. She flushed. She hadn't noticed him come on the stage, but he pulled her into his arms. Familiar smells, the soft wool of his coat, even the scotch on his breath... She relaxed. "You alright, baby?" She nodded. He held her head, thumbs at her temples. "Do you need down?"

"No daddy," she said, softly.

He kissed her forehead, then whispered in her ear. "Do you want me to decide about Blivet?"

She nodded. "And stay? Please?"

Another soft kiss. "Of course. Anything you need." He stepped back, but it was okay now. Her mind had gone still and fuzzy. "Hands and mouth only, and what's provided." That was the boss tone, the one that was never ever for her. She smiled.

"I understand," Blivet said.

* * *

Foss stepped aside. Wright had finally stopped screaming, so it opened a channel to let the sensations into his quarantine. After all, he had caused this and thus should get some rewards. Blivet leaned down - not too far, she was nicely tall - and kissed her, at first softly, but as she responded, with encouraging fervor. As the kiss continued, it ran their hand down her back. She was warm, slightly sweaty still from her activities with Black Hand, and pleasantly muscular under her softness. They pulled away from her hot mouth and Blivet kissed tenderly down her neck, with just a hint of teeth, as she shivered and pushed toward it.

* * *

She had expected a more mechanical performance, but this equaled any of her lovers. Its skin was a touch cold and hers prickled where its hands brushed her, which just made the heat elsewhere more urgent. Blivet bit and sucked and kissed with just enough passion to tease and leave only the lightest marks. It took a nipple in her mouth, massaging the other, and she moaned. From her right, Sidney made a satisfied huff. It sucked her nipple into her mouth and caught it with its teeth to play over it with its tongue while it flicked and pinched the other nipple. She flinched minutely at a too sharp pinch and it rubbed the nipple soothingly.

It learned faster than some of her early lovers - not Sidney, who was intensely observant - and soon she was wet and moaning. Its hand left her breast and it dipped a finger into her entrance before turning attention to her clit.

It released her nipple. "Good?" it asked quietly. She nodded urgently and heard Sidney chuckle. It licked behind her ear, its tongue cold, and she jerked into its fingers rubbing her clit. Keeping a thumb there, it teased at her swollen vulva as it found the sensitive spots behind her ears to kiss and lick. She couldn't help jerking and moaning and it pulled her hips tight against its side to keep her still. "You're very responsive," it said approvingly.

Sidney laughed. "That she is." She would've shot him a dirty look if she could see and wasn't too busy trying to keep from begging.

Blivet pulled away and she whined, until it kissed the back of her neck and reached around her hip to finger her again. "I wonder where else makes you move like that?" And it licked from the back of her ear down her hairline to her neck as she shivered and bit her lip to keep from crying out. It quickly found the dip in her neck made her moan and it focused its attention there as its fingers finally, finally moved from teasing her lips to inside her, circling the entrance in time with its tongue. She rocked on its hand desperately trying to get more.

* * *

Wright was making ill-advised demands and Blivet continued to ignore him. It was patient and quite enjoying analyzing every second of Jane Hill's reactions. Her ears had been more sensitive but from behind it could easily reach more parts of her. Its hand wandered over her chest and torso massaging and pinching, up her neck and behind her ear to echo its tongue, and down again to hold her hips steady. She alternated between moaning and holding back sounds and it found the whole thing fascinating. It glanced at Foss - he was smiling and relaxed, his hands in his pockets as his eyes swept over Hill's form. She was wet and hot on its hand, the walls of her twitching tight on its fingers. Lovely. Even Wright seemed to be enjoying it.

Her sounds and motions were getting more desperate and it supposed it would only be polite to fulfill the request. It pressed up hard against her back, enjoying the way she shivered at its cold flesh, and focused on the spots she had responded most fervently to. Her moans turned higher pitched, and she ground onto its hand. Within moments, her walls were pulsing hard and she relaxed, breathless. It licked their fingers clean.

"Do you want more?"

She laughed and shook her head.

Foss' eyebrows rose. "You sure, baby? Blivet was doing quite well, I thought." She shook her head again. "Not sure? Once more then, Blivet." She huffed and shook her head. It looked at him. "Go ahead."

"Certainly." It looked her over, assessing. "There is one place on Miss Hill that no one has tasted tonight."

He smirked. "That's true. Go for it."

She was tense. Annoyed, it thought, not afraid. The crowd was watching intently. "Mr. Foss is the one who decides, is that correct?" it said quietly to her. She nodded. It held her hips and kissed the spot on her neck that had she had reacted strongly to, then worked its way down her spine. She quickly relaxed and then started to wiggle in her quite enticing way.

* * *

Its tongue tickled as it kissed and nipped down her spine. The stage shifted as it knelt and then it was massaging her butt and kissing along the top of it. Sidney and she had played a little around there, but while she didn't mind, it wasn't his favorite. Blivet seemed to be enjoying it though, as it spread her checks and licked down the valley between them. She couldn't help but squeak when its cold tongue touched her there. It warmed quickly though as it circled and lapped, then Blivet switched to sucking along the edges. Oh lord, she hadn't felt anything like it before and her moan was long and deep.

It resumed licking, alternating circling and long strokes across, and she couldn't help shivering in pleasure. It wasn't like cunnilingus - it didn't warm her the same way, but it made her shiver and moan all the same.

* * *

It seemed Miss Hill was not able to orgasm from just that - a fact not that surprising. Ordinarily it would make modifications to an appendage to handle it, but it was currently limited by the organics of Wright. It rose - Miss Hill made a soft disappointed noise - and inspected what tools were offered. It selected a small but powerful vibrator that would nestle comfortably in Miss Hill's folds and resumed its former position.

* * *

She shivered pleasurably as Blivet resumed with long licks down the valley of her glute. It soon focused again on her hole, alternating between sucking and circling it with its tongue. She felt it shift its weight and then she squeaked as something cool was pressed against her hot, hungry clit. Sidney chuckled and then her attention was once again on Blivet as it turned on the vibrator. It took only a moment to find just the right spot to press the soft tip against to force out moans seemingly against her will. The sensations behind were a beautiful complement and soon she was gripping the ropes tightly as her body tensed in need.

* * *

The moans coming from his girl were smothered as she bit her lip. Sidney smiled. Blivet continued to eat out her ass even as it adjusted to her cumming and after. Finally it stopped as she stood panting, her arms shaking. It stood and wiped its mouth, which looked distressingly human at the moment. He was glad Janie couldn't see. She could be sensitive and Blivet's, and H0R53's he supposed, appearance would disturb her.

Blivet ran a hand down her back and kissed her neck, the spot that always made her happy, before stepping away.

* * *

Blivet set the vibrator down on the cabinet next to the one Beyer had used. "Impressive," Foss said. It nodded and stooped to pick up the clothing they had discarded. It wiped their face and hands and descended from the stage. Then, with no further reason to remain with Wright, it shoved the programmer out.

He landed on the floor with a painful sounding thud. His body shook as he gasped and retched. Blivet glanced at the pained figure derisively and walked away. It was avoided by others running toward the hacker. PetaGlitch was among them, but he froze as Blivet passed.

* * *

Dog-ear motioned his men forward as Blivet glided away. PetaGlitch knelt in shock next to H0R53. His skin was lined with blood where the circuitry had torn away and scored furrows remained where Blivet had lengthened his body. "Oh god.... Tommy... god..." He realized after a moment that Dog-Ear, some of his goons, and Karian were standing over him. He numbly pushed himself to his feet. “I never- I told him-“ PetaGlitch stuttered. Dog-ear looked at him coldly. “I told him not to. I-“

Karian reached down and grabbed Tommy. She nodded at Dog-Ear before tossing him over her shoulder - Tommy groaned wetly - and strode towards the door.

“I hope that in the future you’ll choose better friends, Mr. Rietz,” Dog-ear said blandly.

PetaGlitch stared at him before it got through the shock. He wasn't in trouble? Maybe… maybe this meant he might get a second chance? He nodded mutely and followed Karian. Outside she tossed Tommy into the alleyway. Some of Dog-ear's goons were watching, but not intervening. He could hear Tommy moaning and then there was a thud and it stopped. PetaGlitch shuddered and walked away.

* * *

Karian returned with rust colored stains on her muzzle. Rietz did not. He'd have some of his people check on him. Later. He had more important things to attend to.

fragging - killing
pansy - effeminate, gay
bag-biter - loser, failure (Jargon File)
cuspy - excellent, attractive curvy woman (Jargon File)
gooball - girl that will make out with anyone
floozie - promiscuous woman
doorstop - non-functional thing (Jargon File)
charity girl - promiscuous woman
Blivet - major problem, crucial hardware that can't be fixed (Jargon File)
bogon - anything useless, false, or incorrect (Jargon File)
go climb your thumb - go away, go fuck yourself
cretin - loser, obnoxious person, someone who can't do anything right (Jargon File)
Nuke - destroy (Jargon File)
crufty - poorly built, unpleasant (Jargon File)
boat anchor - person who just takes up space (Jargon File)
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Chapter 3

kinks: teasing, rough sex, blowjob (f/m, f/f w/ strap-on), PIV sex (f/m) anal sex (f/f w/strap-on), threesome with strap-on (f/f/m), double penetration, spitroasting, gags, fucked out, D/s, cunniligus, fingering

With that spectacle over, people were turning to conversation. Sidney returned to the stage. “Hi baby,” he whispered in Janie’s ear.

She leaned against him, her sides splattered with goosebumps. “What happened?”

“Never mind. Did you have fun?” She hesitated a moment, then nodded. “Good. Are you ready to come down?”

“Not quite yet,” Asp said from the other side of the stage. Despite the excitement, she still looked as elegant and dangerous as ever. “I haven’t had a turn with her.”

Sidney glanced at the stained floor where Horse had been lying. “Perhaps someplace else.”

Asp tilted her head, smirking. “Certainly. Your place or mine?”

* * *

Sidney had untied her and rushed her to the dressing room. Janie still wasn't sure what had happened, but it didn't have anything to do with her. She laid curled up on Sidney’s lap as they were driven home, warmly wrapped in her coat. She purred as he petted her hair.

He gazed down at her, his expression tender. “You’re such a good girl, baby.”

She felt boneless. “I try, Daddy.”

“I almost wish I had filmed that. If you could have seen everyone’s faces…”

“Did it make you happy?” She could tell it did.

“Uh-huh.” He gazed down at her with hooded eyes. “Go ahead, baby.”

She chewed her lip as she shifted and then pulled his cock from his pants. He let his eyes fall shut as she took it in her mouth. She was always so eager to please and her enthusiasm was matched by her skill. He had her draw it out, not shooting his load until they were nearly home. She sucked him clean and sat beaming as he zipped up his pants. He ruffled her hair.

“Come on, baby, let’s get you a quick shower before Athena gets here.” Right. Asp was coming over. She wasn't sure she had the energy, but she supposed Sidney would make sure everything went the way it should.

* * *

He resisted the urge to fuck her in the shower. He wasn’t as young as he used to be after all, and it would be rude to keep their guest waiting. So they climbed out and he rubbed Janie dry, leaving her skin pink. She'd been tired, and no wonder, but she was perking up. He sent her to have a snack as he redressed. The pink satin robe that just covered her bottom was sufficient for her, but he had standards to maintain, even with Asp.

Janie was just finishing eating when Asp arrived, carrying a small duffel bag. “See, that’s what was missing at the club,” Asp said, watching Janie bent over the sink washing her dishes. “Not that the view before was bad, but there’s just something special about someone posed like that. Something tempting.” Janie blushed, and Sidney wrapped an arm around her waist.

“Really? I think the front view is my favorite,” he said. Janie stood and wiggled to lean against him, her loose hair damp against his shirt.

“You sure, Tiger?” She licked her lips. “You haven’t shown it for a while…”

Asp laughed. “You been neglecting her, Sidney?”

His fingers were digging into her hip. “Naughty girl,” he teased. “You know I didn’t mean to be so busy.”

“You still weren’t there,” Janie said.

Asp smacked her rear lightly. “Seems to me, she needs some personal attention then.”

Sidney laughed. “You think she deserves it?”

Janie pouted. “Somebody like her? She deserves anything you’ll give her,” Asp said with a laugh.

Sidney’s grip eased up. “And what are you planning on giving me?” Janie said, squirming away.

Asp chuckled. “I think that sweet ass of yours deserves a pounding. In fact, I wander how much you can take.”

Sidney’s mouth quirked. “Oh, she’ll take as much as we can give her.” He squeezed her butt. “Won’t you, baby?”

“Yeah.”

* * *

It turned out that Asp’s bag contained a harness and a frighteningly bright purple dildo, thick, long, and covered in veins. Janie glanced at it nervously in the mirror as she pulled her hair up. “I think you’d better get her warmed up, Sidney,” Asp said, making a few last adjustments.

“Oh, I don’t know. You still warmed up from earlier, Janie?” His tone was playful, but with an edge.

She pouted. He wouldn’t hurt her, but he wasn’t always kind either. She turned to wrap her arms around him from behind. “Tiger… you know nobody compares to you.”

He placed a hand over hers. “That wasn’t the question.”

She stood and leaned in to whisper in his ear. “Please, Tiger. Please touch me. All night long all I was thinking about was you. If you liked what you saw. If it was everything you wanted it to be.”

He chuckled and pulled her around. “Asp is right. You are a sweet thing, baby. Get on the bed.” She beamed and dropped to the bed, letting her robe fall open.

Asp laughed. “Is that mouth as sweet as it looks?”

Sidney crawled onto the bed as Janie scooted back. “It can be.” His eyes roved over Janie’s body. “I think Grand gave you some bruises.” Janie looked at her hips, where finger-shaped spots were already turning purple.

“That was quite a thing,” Asp said as Sidney leaned down to plant kisses over the bruises. She moaned and leaned back, laying herself open.

* * *

Sidney tutted. Even with the spectacle put on by Grand and Blivet, she'd tightened up again. She was only just getting wet, but she made pleasant soft sounds as he teased her.

Asp tapped her shoulder. “Let’s see what the pretty mouth can do." Sidney glanced up and Janie slid the head of the dildo between her lips. It was big - not the biggest she'd taken - and more solid than the real thing. She blushed and started the show.

* * *

Janie whimpered around the cock. Even if Asp couldn’t feel it, her face made it clear she was enjoying the display, so Janie wanted to do the best she could. But she was close, with Sidney’s hand working her and now his tongue helping. She whimpered again, louder, and Asp’s grin grew as her hips started to rock, thrusting into Janie’s mouth. Oh god. Did she know Janie could come from giving a blow job? And Sidney was already pushing her mercilessly there. She tried to relax her throat, wanting more, and Asp’s eyes widened as the cock slid down her throat, nearly to the base.

“Fuck yeah,” Asp muttered, her voice low. “That’s a good girl.”

“I told you,” Sidney said. Janie moaned unhappily at the loss of his mouth on her. “Are you going to cum, baby?” She nodded desperately. “Good.” Then he was sucking at her clit again. It only took a few moments more before her cunt pulsed hard on Sidney’s fingers and she could barely breathe around the cock down her throat.

Asp stepped back and the dildo slid from her mouth with a pop. “Well, now that she’s relaxed…” Asp said, grinning. “Let’s see if she can take this.”

Sidney sat up on his heels. “You do have lube, right?”

“Of course. I’m not going to break someone else’s plaything.” Janie made a soft noise and shifted onto her side, curling up comfortably. “Has she done this before?”

“A little.” He got off the bed and stretched. Janie watched him as his shirt pulled taut over his chest. “Go easy.” He tossed Asp her bag. “I’ll be back in a minute.”

* * *

Asp eyed the girl before her, stroking the strap-on slick with Janie’s spit. “On your stomach.” Janie turned lazily and Asp smacked her lightly before she opened her bag. “Well, it’d be fun to start you with this – for me – but I’ll be nice.” She pulled out a smaller dildo. It took only a moment to cover and lube it. She turned her attention to Janie. “Tell if it’s uncomfortable, okay?”

“Okay,” she said softly and spread her legs further. She made a soft noise as Asp worked the smaller toy into her ass. “Okay?” Janie nodded. She was relaxed enough that Asp soon switched to a larger dildo, pulling the small one out of the barely fitting condom and slipping it more tightly on the new one. Janie made a noise that was closer to a moan. “You like that?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Want more?”

Her face scrunched up. “Not yet?”

There was a laugh from the door. Sidney had returned, carrying three water bottles in one hand by their caps. “I didn’t expect to see you coddling her.” He set the bottles on the night stand.

“I only make them scream if they’re mine.”

“I see.”

The high from her earlier orgasm was fading. Janie wiggled. The dildo felt different from if it was in her pussy, but not bad, especially at the peak of Asp’s thrusts, when the base of it pushed against her.

“Sydney, you want to get a condom on this one? Then we don’t have to give her any time empty.” Her tiger made an assenting sound and Asp’s rhythm broke slightly. Janie peered over her shoulder. Sidney was lubing up the cock Asp was wearing, her hips inclined toward him, even as she continued fucking her with the dildo.

“Up on your knees,” Asp said softly as she withdrew the dildo.

* * *

Janie shifted, then Asp was pushing in hard. She moaned once. It was bigger and fast, but it took only a moment until she was ready for it. Asp’s pace was quick, almost as bad as Black Hands’ had been toward the end. It took a lot for Janie to handle it and she didn’t notice Sidney had moved until he laid a hand on her head. “Open up.”

She pried her eyes open. He’d stripped and his cock was waiting for her. “Tiger, I don’t think I can,” she said, softly pleading.

“Oh? I thought you wanted my attention.” Behind her Asp chuckled, her hands tight on Janie’s hips.

Janie chewed her lip. Thinking was so hard right now. “I want to! But I don’t think-“

He ruffled her hair. “Okay baby.” He knelt and pulled out one of the drawers under the bed. “Here we go.”

* * *

It took a bit of fiddling to get the ring gag in while Asp continued to pound Janie’s ass, but his girl’s grateful look made it worthwhile. And the way her throat clenched around his cock. She made pleasant hungry sounds as he fucked her mouth and soon he and Asp found complimentary rhythms. But Janie’s noises were getting insistent and she sucked hard on him, her fingers digging into the back of his legs.

“Come on, baby. That’s my good girl. Come on.”

Asp grunted. “Yeah. Go for it. I want to feel you cum.”

Janie’s moans were needy and wanton and touched him in all the right places.

“Fuck. Come on,” Sidney grunted. Shit, he was close. “Like that. Just like that.”

* * *

She was trapped between them and every time she tried to get more from one, it meant she got less from the other. She was nothing but warmth, bright bits of fire meant to please others. She whimpered desperately and Sidney’s grasp in her hair tightened. It was just enough to push her over, and as fire filled her, she heard Sidney swear one last time and she swallowed it down. She sank, limp again, onto the bed, leaving just her ass for Asp’s pleasure, even though that was getting almost painful. But Asp pulled out, a long slow movement, and Janie sighed deliriously. Sidney had sat down, leaning contentedly against the headboard and she put her head in his lap.

“Good girl.”

The Asp was climbing next to them, having divested herself of the strap-on and deliciously naked and warm. She pulled Janie’s back against her legs. “No kidding.”

It was a long quiet moment, as perfect as Janie could wish.

* * *

Returning from a quick wash, Janie climbed back on the bed, clean once more, and laid back down between them.

“Did you enjoy yourself, Athena?” Sidney asked, petting his girl’s hair.

“Me? Fuck yeah.” She finished off her water. “You were obviously distracted.”

“Did you get off?”

She shrugged. “It’s not really my goal. But yeah.”

Sidney considered. That didn’t really seem fair, but he had enough experience to realize that sometimes people got more pleasure from other things. Hell, he hadn’t gotten off from watching everyone please Janie, but he wouldn’t trade it for anything. “Do you want to?”

“Nah. I prefer to take care of them myself.” She grinned. “There is one more thing I’d like, if you can get it up again.” He raised an eyebrow. “I want to feel you fucking her while I’m in her ass.”

Janie tensed and he stroked her shoulder until she relaxed. “I think that may be a little much.”

Asp shrugged. “I have a smaller cock.” She smirked. “That’s the joy of the detachable ones.”

“Hm…” Janie had wrapped her hands around his leg, half-tickling the back of his knee and he pulled them off and held them. “What do you think, baby?”

She chewed her lip a moment. “Whatever you want, tiger.” A little pause. “I’m scared.” He smiled and pulled her up until she climbed into his lap where he could hold her more completely. Scared meant ‘force me if you want to.’

“You’ll have to give me a few minutes.”

Asp nodded. “Oh sure. No problem.” She shifted until she could see Janie’s face and set a hand on her cheek. “How about you? Do you need a few minutes?” Janie shook her head and Asp scooted in front of them.

* * *

Sidney nibbled her ear as Asp started to eat her out. Even after having cleaned up, she still had to be full of spunk and she was still warm and swollen. Asp made happy noises as she delved deeper, licking every hidden crevice and Janie couldn’t help but shiver. Sidney’s chest rumbled against her back as she chuckled. “That’s one way to get me going again…”

Asp lifted her head to glare. “Not everything is about you, Dog-ear.” Then she was focusing on Janie’s clit and what wondrous sensations that could elicit.

Janie moaned and lifted her arms to wrap around Sidney’s head. She couldn’t help but wiggle and she felt Sidney’s dick twitching against her. He held her tight and tugged on her nipples as he watched.

“Oh god,” she mumble. She should be wiped out. She rocked in Sidney’s grasp and relished the pleased growls he made. The jolts of pain from him playing with her nipples were the perfect accompaniment to what Asp’s tongue was doing to her. She was sweating, trapped between them. If she could have held onto that moment forever she would have, but they insisted on pushing her further and in minutes she was twitching in Sidney’s grasp, her knees squeezing against Asp’s shoulders.

“Oh god.” She curled up in Sidney’s lap to rest her head on her shoulder. Sidney’s hands dropped to cradle her, but he was chuckling.

“My beautiful girl.”

* * *

Sidney pulled his arm away. “Off.” Janie pouted, but crawled off. When he returned from the bathroom and with more water, she had curled up against Athena who was drawing loose patterns across her exposed sides. Janie sighed softly as Asp’s hand left her to take a water bottle. She took a long swig.

“You good to go then?” she asked, smiling, as Sidney pulled Janie over.

“Certainly.”

* * *

Janie shivered again as she leaned against the wall, her head turned to see Sidney watching them, stroking himself absently. Asp had pulled out a different harness, and a smaller sparkly cock, and was slowly entering her.

“Relax baby,” Sidney said quietly as Asp slid deep.

“She’s fine,” Asp said. She placed a hand next to Janie’s on the wall. “You’re fine,” she murmured. She paused, her hips barely twitching against Janie’s butt, the strap-on deep inside. Janie could hear the smile in her voice as she said, “I have to save this get-up for special occasions. It transmits pressure.” A long sigh. “It’s almost like it’s flesh.” She started pulling out, agonizingly slow and Janie moaned softly. “It gets overwhelming though if I use it too long.” A few gentle thrusts until Janie was relaxed and moving with her, then Asp set her hands on Janie’s hips. “Walk with me, okay?”

“Yeah.”

They fell softly on the edge of the bed and she heard Asp groan under her. Sidney made a questioning noise, following them. “Come on,” Asp growled.

“With pleasure.”

“Easy, daddy,” Janie murmured. “You’re so big.”

He chuckled softly and ran his fingers down her slit. Oh god. Even just that, with Asp’s slow thrusting, was almost enough to push her over the edge. Then he was wiggling two fingers into her and Asp moaned wantonly in her ear.

“You’re fine, baby,” he said firmly, slowly pulling his fingers out. “Let’s not keep the lady waiting, hm?” There was a brief moment of pain as the head of his cock stretched her and she squeaked and tried to breathe and relax, barely noticing the noises the others made. “Good girl,” he murmured breathlessly. “That’s a good girl.”

Asp was groaning. “Fuck. Jesus, Sidney, you didn’t look that big!”

“Too much?”

“No!”

Janie tried not to dig her nails into Sidney’s arms as he thrust deeper. She was biting her lip. It didn’t hurt anymore, not really, but god, it was too much. Asp’s breathing was steadying.

“You okay, Janie?” she asked softly.

She nodded, but her eyes were stinging. She could stop them if she wanted to. Sidney would if she asked. He wouldn’t even be mad. But she didn’t want to. It was all too much, but Sidney was making quiet grunts as he thrust, filling her up, and Asp was panting happily in her ear and shifting, making it impossible to forget she was there. She didn’t think she was going to come again. She ached , but she spread her legs wider, her toes splaying in the thick carpet.

“That’s good,” Asp said, her voice rough, “That’s fucking good.”

Janie’s eyes drifted open. Sidney’s head was thrown back, his teeth gritted and sweat dripped down his face. His back was wet too, and everywhere her hands moved. She felt like she was burning up, trapped between two infernos. She could feel Asp’s heart pound against her spine, her breasts sliding against her with every stroke. Asp had to be covered in sweat too, and she was swearing quietly, encouraging Sidney.

“I’m going to cum.” Asp sounded almost surprised. “Come on. Come on.”

Sidney grunted harshly and he wrapped a hand in Janie’s hair.

“Daddy, please.” She swallowed, her throat parched. “I want to feel you cum. Please tiger.”

He grunted again, thrusting hard. It hurt, but she tried to pretend her tensing was arousal and not her hips and back protesting. She pushed her hips up against his, He was close, she knew he was, his cock swollen and hard against her walls, against Asp’s unchanging hardness.

“Fucking hell,” Asp gasped. “Jesus Christ and all the saints.” Her nails were digging into Janie’s hips. “Oh fuck… Fuck!” She was thrusting hard, holding herself deep.

Sidney growled, his hand tightening in Janie’s hair and she whimpered. She could feel tears running over her cheeks and she shut her eyes tight. A final hard thrust and she could feel his cock pulsing in her. He thrust gentler and then stilled. He released her hair, panting into her ear.

“Get off, please” she said softly. He nodded and started to move.

Asp moaned, more than half discomfort. “Hurry up.” A beat of a laugh. “No offense.” With shaking hands, Asp rushed to get the harness off. She dropped it on top of her bag and fell face-up onto the bed with a rush of breath.

Sidney cracked open a water bottle and handed it to Janie. “You okay, baby?”

She forced a smile. “Uh-huh. I love you.” He smiled and sat back down. She snuggled close.

“Well,” Athena said breathlessly, reaching up to pat Janie's leg. “That was fun.”

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