“It was awful, wasn’t it?” Laura whispered, snuggling up against Trish as if trying to comfort her. “Marek used the same kind of plug last week, and I thought I was going to die. And then he started fucking me, and I really thought I was going to die from all the orgasms he gave me. What did Jordan make it do?”
“Burn. It burned and vibrated,” Trish whispered back. There was something nice about being tucked into her bed with her friend, whispering back and forth. She’d heard about sleepovers as a child: read about them, but she’d never had one. Was this what it would have felt like? Well, without all the kinky sex stuff preceding it… and probably with more clothing, since neither she nor Laura currently wore any. “And then it stopped burning somehow.”
Laura shivered. “They can put oils inside of it and the oils seep through the outer surface with the touch of a button. Marek used one that made me itch and burn the whole time, and hemade it get larger and larger inside of me while he was fucking me.”
Trish’s pussy spasmed as her imagination took over. Sometimes she couldn’t believe how perverted, how depraved she’d become, but her body responded to the idea. There might have been a little part of her that was disappointed Jordan had stopped the plug’s burning before he’d fucked her, even if Trish had been relieved at the time.
“What else can it do?” Trish whispered back.
“I don’t know,” Laura admitted. “I didn’t know it could vibrate.” She giggled. “I think they like keeping us in the dark.”
“I know they do,” Trish said, a little touch of disgruntlement seeping into her voice. She paused for a moment, tucking her head against Laura’s shoulder.
Cuddling her was different from cuddling Jordan. Everywhere Jordan was hard, Laura was soft. Not that she didn’t have muscle—she did—but not in the same way. Laura cuddled her back, her hands stroking softly down Trish’s sides.
The door to the room opened, brightening it further with light from the hall.
“Alright girls, since you’re awake now, come on down for dinner,” Marek said, sounding amused. “Jordan and I have things we want to talk to you about, and you must be hungry by now.”
It could have sounded ominous, but from Marek’s tone of voice, whatever they wanted to talk about wouldn’t be a bad thing.
She wasn’t at all surprised to find a dress hanging on the wardrobe in the room, obviously intended for her to wear. Trish put it on and grabbed her hairbrush and brought it downstairs with her so Jordan could brush out her hair. Marek’s eyebrows went up when he saw her carrying it, but he didn’t say anything.
The food was on the table when they got down there, and Jordan quickly brushed out Trish’s hair before seating himself, while Marek and Laura both watched. Laura looked a little envious.
“So, Trish, I’ve already spoken with Jordan, but he won’t take my offer unless you also take the one I make to you,” Marek said as Jordan began to fill Trish’s plate with salad and chicken. Marek’s eyes flicked to his friend, bright with continued amusement. “However, I want you to know I was going to be making this offer to you anyway, it has nothing to do with him.”
“Okay…” Trish said, dragging out the word a little. It was weird, knowing Jordan’s decision would be based on hers and not knowing what the decisions would be about.
“I’ve been offered the leadership position here in Rio, running the city for Cora, which I am going to take, but I’d like Jordan to be my right-hand man for the job. However, there’s going to need to be a lot of delegation, and I need someone to take care of civilian interaction and especially—if things go as Cora and the Wolf have planned—integration with Moon citizens.”
Trish blinked. He was offering her a job? One that would use a lot of her class studies and her own life experiences from the sound of it.
“What about Laura?” she asked.
Laura snorted. “Laura is perfectly happy not having an official job since she’s probably going to be the one picking up after these two and making sure all the little details are taken care of.”
“Which is the most important job of all,” Marek said, giving her a sly grin as he leaned over and kissed her cheek. “For which you will be well rewarded.”
Discussion during the meal revolved around what Trish would be doing, and she found herself excited by theopportunity. She would be able tocontributesomething while having what sounded like plenty of time to be pampered and pleasured by Jordan. In fact, from the sound of it, he would be working as much of that into their schedules as they could—and Marek didn’t seem like he minded.
Being Marek’s right-hand man would be a lot easier and a lot less busy than being the Wolf’s, especially since Marek would also have plenty of help from Cora and Trace, and was building his own team to help him.
Part of Trish still wanted Jordan to admit taking her had been wrong… but even if he never did, she was now in a position where she could start changing the way things were done. At least in this part of the world, where Marek planned to accommodate Moon civilians fleeing whatever the Wolf was planning.
When Trish brought up that the culture on Earth would have to change a little, especially when it came to relationships, Marek listened and Jordan didn’t protest. He just raised his eyebrow as if to ask her, “But what if something good could come of it, like it has for you?” Trish didn’t have a good answer for that yet, but there had to be a compromise, a middle ground. It might not be easy, but it would be worth it.
21
“We should be getting the first batch of Moon refugees tomorrow,” Marek said. “All from Trish’s old orphanage. Seems they immediately believed the message she sent, which is good for all of them and the kids.”
“Good, then she will have plenty to do,” Jordan replied, grinning widely.
The woman in question made a soft moaning noise as he continued to move his cock in and out of her ass at a leisurely pace. Marek had raised the conference table so it was the perfect height for him and Jordan to sodomize their ladies side by side.
Laura and Trish held hands as they whimpered and squirmed, their legs dangling down. Neither of them was tall enough to have more than toes touching the floor in their current position, which meant they were helpless and pinned between the thrusting cocks and the curved edge of the table.
Halfway through the meeting, Marek had decided Laura had looked too hot to resist, and Jordan had not been at all adverse to changing up the seating arrangements. Although, he couldn’t really call it a ‘seating arrangement’ anymore. Not when he stood and Trish was bent at a ninety-degree angle, her tight, little hole full of his cock, and Marek and Laura were in the same position.
