Double Jeopardy 3

"My friend, a toast to our continuing and prosperous relationship!" Pierre lifted his champagne glass toward me and I obliged with a 'clink.'

"Pierre, as usual your hospitality is extraordinary," I said, before taking a sip of the sparkling Dom Perignon. "I must say, as much as I appreciate the business advantage of our contracts, I might enjoy our celebratory dinners even more."

Pierre's house -- one of many he owned around the world -- was perched high on a ridge overlooking Vail, Colorado, which was, at that moment, sparkling more than the champagne. The valley landscape was lit with seemingly millions of white and colored bulbs, adorned on every branch of every tree through the town. With Christmas just around the corner and sixteen inches of fresh powder in the last two days, the view from Pierre's massive deck was straight out of a postcard. I was looking forward to getting up on the mountain tomorrow to make some turns.

"My friend, I am just happy that you arrived safely and we were able to conclude our business in a timely manner so that we can enjoy the rest of this wonderful night!" Pierre was an exuberant fellow of refined tastes, and I greatly enjoyed his company. "So now let us do just that!"

Because of a flight delay, I had only arrived at the house a short while ago, with just enough time to sign our latest contract before the other dinner guests began arriving. But, as was our tradition, Pierre and I had slipped out to the cold deck by ourselves for our customary champagne toast. The air outside was December crisp under a low layer of clouds that impended more snow, and I could have stood comfortably in the chill enjoying that view for quite some time. Nonetheless, I followed Pierre back inside the house and drank in the sudden rush of warm air, scented as it was with delectable hints of apples and cinnamon.

Besides Pierre and myself, there were six other guests for dinner. They were all friends of Pierre's from town, and I knew most of them at least casually. I surveyed the room and they were all chatting the way acquaintances in mountain towns do, excited about Christmas and the hope for a great snow year.

I was drawn not to the guests, though, but to "the help." Pierre had a knack for importing the most exquisite women to work these parties. Tonight there were just two, neither of whom I'd ever seen before: a lithe redhead, who was tending the small bar; and a tall, leggy blonde, who was serving appetizers from a silver tray. I didn't know where Pierre found these women, but I did know that they were very well compensated for their time, their talents, and their discretion.

I put my empty champagne glass down on a side table and made my way toward the bar and the redhead. She was in her mid-twenties, about five foot seven and no more than 125 pounds. The best description I could think of for her was an Irish snow princess, with flaming red curls that fell to just below her generous tits. Those curls framed a slender, pale face with light green eyes and equally flaming -- and undoubtedly delicious, I thought -- red lips; otherwise, she was a vision of winter. She wore a long sleeve, white, off-the-shoulder bodycon sweater dress that hugged her hips and legs halfway to her knees. Though her shoulders were bare, what was likely a bodystocking of white fishnet covered the skin of her decolletage and rose in a taper to her throat, where it looped snugly around her neck in a fabric collar. I imagined it was a bodystocking because the same white fishnet pattern covered each leg between the hem of her dress and the top of a tall, white, leather stiletto heeled boot.

"Good evening, sir," she said with a genuine smile. Her accent was decidedly not Irish, but pure American. "What's your pleasure this evening?"

I was confident she would soon know what pleased me, and for a moment I imagined my hand sliding beneath her dress and between her legs, to discover whether that bodystocking already had an opening in just the right spot.

"What's your name, love?" I asked, returning her smile. It was difficult to keep eye contact. Even though the house was warm, her nipples poked through the soft material of her dress.

"My name is Serena, sir."

"Serena, seeing as it's almost Christmas, I think I'm in the mood for something a little sweet and a little spicy at the same time. Got anything for me back there?"

Still smiling, she turned back to her collection of spirits and I took a long, lazy look at her from behind. The dress accentuated the curves of her petite but robust derriere and this time I imagined sliding her dress up to her hips and ramming my cock inside her creamy pussy.

She turned back with a cloudy cocktail in her hand. "Here you go, sir. I hope you enjoy it. Please let me know if there's anything else I can do for you." I took the drink and sipped -- it was exactly what I'd asked for. Fireball and Bailey's, perhaps?

"It's perfect, Serena," I said. "Rest assured, I'll be back for more."

I stepped away from the bar and mingled with the other guests for a few minutes, then excused myself. I had seen the other woman come from the kitchen with a tray of canapes and I intercepted her before she could get to anyone else.

"Good evening, sir," she said. "May I offer you something before dinner?"

"You certainly may," I replied. She brought the tray to bear and I took a dainty shrimp concoction on a toothpick. I popped it into my mouth and quickly swallowed it. "Very nice,...?," I prompted, raising my eyebrows inquisitively.

"I'm Victoria, sir." If Serena was an Irish snow princess, then Victoria was a southern California beach goddess. She was likely a few years older than Serena, and they were about the same height, but Victoria was even more shapely. She had blonde hair that fell in soft waves to nearly her waist, and an oval, tanned face. Her lips were plump and red, but her eyes were blue, and she wore medium-sized gold hoop earrings. She had on a very low cut bustier top of dark red, with a thin strap over each shoulder. The material plunged from the straps down across each of her ample breasts at a forty-five degree angle, revealing deep cleavage and perhaps a little bit of pink areola on each side. A thin gold chain held a small gold snowflake halfway between her neck and her tits.

The bustier disappeared beneath a tight gray miniskirt, which had a large notch along the front hem. The wide elastic tops of her black thigh high stockings were in plain sight, and each stocking was adorned with dozens of tiny, sequined jewels that sparkled much like the Christmas lights on the town trees. She perched comfortably atop four inch stiletto pumps, also black. Impure thoughts filled my mind's eye: she was on her knees, hands tied behind her back as my cock penetrated those luscious red lips.

"A pleasure, Victoria," I said. "I'm looking forward to tasting more of your work tonight."

"I think you'll quite enjoy dinner tonight, sir," she replied.

At that, Pierre appeared at the head of the dinner table and announced, "My friends, come, let us now enjoy a fine meal!"

Indeed, dinner was, as always, excellent. Serena and Victoria served with quiet efficiency, keeping every course on schedule and every wine glass filled. While Pierre never rushed service, he had no affinity for long, languishing meals. We sat down at eight-thirty sharp; by nine-fifteen we were having an after-dinner drink, and by nine-forty the other guests were donning their winter coats and heading out the front door. Once the last of our companions was safely off, Pierre and I moved to the hearth room and took to a pair of overstuffed leather chairs in front of a small but roaring fire.

"Pierre, you've outdone yourself this time," I said, sipping another of Serena's sweet and spicy cocktails.

"And have you made a choice for the rest of your night's activities?" he asked.

"It's too difficult, Pierre." I paused and swirled my drink, pensively watching the cloudy liquor move in the glass. Then I looked up and met his eyes. "So I will have them both."

Pierre cocked his head to the side and looked at me quizzically, then slowly broke into a broad grin and laughed. "My friend, for you -- it shall be so!"

* * *

My bedroom for the night was situated on the top floor of the house, one level above the main. Pierre and I had finished our final drinks and I strode slowly up the ornate staircase at precisely ten o'clock. The heavy wooden door was closed. I pressed down the levered handle and swung it open.

The bedroom was as luxurious as everything else in the house. Modern and rustic at the same time, it was all rich pine beams and stone, with a peaked ceiling at least twenty feet high. I stood in the entry threshold and took it all in. Straight ahead of me was a huge picture window that afforded the same winter view as the deck, and I could make out that a light snow had started to fall. There was a cream colored, upholstered settee in front of the window, its low, flat back running parallel to the bottom of the window. A stone fireplace set into the wall to my right was ablaze, and there were two leather wingback chairs in the room, meant to be smaller replicas of the ones in the hearth room. A California king bed was set against the wall to my left, facing the fireplace and flanked by granite-topped end tables at the head. A large oil painting of a summer wilderness hung on the wall above the headboard, which was a beautiful piece of solid pine with a latticework of wood at the top. The carpet, comforter and three large pillows were all of the same rich, cream color as the settee, and they immediately reminded me of Serena's cocktails I had so enjoyed that evening.

It was the two chairs, though, that drew my full attention. They were not facing the fireplace, as one might expect. Instead, they were about eight feet directly in front of me, side by side, facing the door.

Sitting in the chair to my right was Serena, her dress nowhere to be found and now wearing only the white fishnet bodystocking and high-heeled white boots. A red satin blindfold covered her eyes, and a red leather ball gag filled her mouth, buckled taut at the back of her neck. Her arms were pulled behind her, with something undoubtedly binding her wrists together. Each of her red nipples stood erect, poking out through the fishnet weave of the bodystocking. Her legs were spread wide in the chair and I was delighted to see her pussy unobstructed by the stocking; indeed, a wide circular opening in the material allowed free access. I was pleased that I would not have to rip that pretty material apart.

In the chair to my left sat Victoria, her arms similarly bound tightly behind her. She had on the same clothing as I had seen her wearing earlier, with the addition of an identical red blindfold and ball gag in place. Her skirt, though, was pushed up and, with her legs also spread wide in the chair, I could see that she was not wearing any panties. Whether they had been removed for my benefit like Serena's dress, or whether none had ever been there tonight, was a mystery.

I turned, pushed the bedroom door closed, and locked it.

I could see a variety of implements laid out for my enjoyment on the nearer bedside table, should I want any. There were handcuffs, flex cuffs, zip ties, and segments of black rope; at least three different kinds of nipple clamps, and just as many different kinds of vibrators. Pierre was nothing if not thorough.

The sight of Serena and Victoria bound and exposed before me was exhilarating, and I could feel blood flowing into and thickening my dick. This was the real pleasure of doing business with Pierre, whose largesse was unrivaled.

I walked slowly and stood before the girls. I reached a hand to each of their chins and ran a thumb over each of their lower lips, both slick with a little bit of their own saliva seeping past the silicone balls filling their mouths. I slipped the strap of Victoria's bustier off her left shoulder and freed her nipple on that breast. I took her nipple between the thumb and index finger of my left hand, and Serena's right nipple in the same fingers of my right hand, moistening them with the girls' own spit still on my fingers, and I rolled and pinched them lightly for a few seconds. Both women moaned softly. My dick got harder.

I released their nipples and walked to the settee at the far end of the room, where I slipped out of my shoes and stripped myself naked, tossing my clothes behind me onto the bed. The window served as a translucent mirror, and I slowly stroked my hard-on in anticipation of sinking every inch of it into each of these beautiful women.

That would wait, though. I went back to the chairs and stood behind the girls, a position from which I could see that their wrists were bound with zipties. I retrieved a small knife from the nightstand and resumed a position in front of them.

"Stand up, both of you," I said, quietly and decisively. They stood without hesitation.

"Turn around," I ordered. Both turned a hundred and eighty degrees immediately, now facing back to their chairs. I used the blade to slice through the plastic ties and free their wrists, first on Victoria, then Serena, careful not to nick any part of their delicate skin. I stepped in close behind Victoria and took hold of her hips, rotating her ninety degrees clockwise to face Serena. I turned the gorgeous redhead the opposite direction, so now they were facing each other. The tips of their nipples were only a few inches apart.

I took Victoria's right hand and guided her middle finger, palm up, to the valley of Serena's pussy. Then I did the same to Serena's hand, into Victoria's slit. "You will finger each other until you both cum for me. Is that understood?" I instructed. Each woman nodded and mumbled "mm-hmm" through their ball gags.

I lightly stroked my own cock and watched as their fingers began to work in each other's cunts, slowly at first, then more quickly and urgently as the friction and pressure had a greater and greater effect. Unbidden, each woman began to fondle the other's breasts with their free hand, and they moved even closer together until the flesh of their tits was pressed together. Both women were moaning through their ball gags, drool spilling down their own chins and onto their breasts. I could see each of them grinding against the other's fingers, as tiny shudders and spasms racked their bodies. A slick sheen quickly covered their fingers. Finally, in a powerful sexual synergy, they collapsed into each other with the rapture of an all-consuming orgasm at the exact same time, barely able to stay upright on their stiletto heels as their bodies heaved with satiety.

As they made the last slow, wet strokes on each other's clits, both still moaning with the final waves of pleasure, I pulled Victoria's blindfold off so she could watch me bring her finger to my mouth and suck Serena's wetness off it; then I took Serena's finger and sucked Victoria's juice from it, all the while staring into Victoria's blue eyes.

"Serena, turn around and take one small step forward," I commanded, my eyes still locked on Victoria's. Once Serena had turned and taken a half-pace, the women's bodies now separated, I slid my own hand down Victoria's stomach, over the bunched fabric of skirt at her waist, glided my middle finger into the crease of her cunt, over her clit, and into the deep well of her sex as far as I could. She was tight, warm and soaking wet, and my finger slid in easily. Victoria let out another moan and her eyes closed as she exhaled slowly. I traced a few circles inside her before pulling my finger back out, deliberately pressing hard across the knob of her clit as I stepped away to the table of toys again.

I picked up a length of black, quarter-inch width rope, inspected it and snapped it taut in my fists. I stepped back over to Victoria and placed it in her hand.

"Tie Serena's wrists behind her back. Tightly."

Victoria did as I ordered. She pulled Serena's arms behind her and crossed her wrists in the small of her back. Serena offered no resistance. Victoria looped the rope around and over several times, then secured it with a pair of tight, simple knots. Satisfied with the bindings, I gathered Serena's red curls in my hand and walked her around the chair, past the fireplace, right up to the edge of the settee. Its soft edge pressed against the top of her shins. I unbuckled her ballgag, took it out of her mouth, and tossed it to the side.

"You're standing in front of the couch," I said. "Kneel on it." She climbed onto the flat bench, her body upright and her stiletto boots sticking out parallel to the floor. I gathered her hair in my hand again and bent her forward until her shoulders rested across the back ledge of the settee, her head in the space between the backrest and the window glass. I stood behind her, my cock level with her ass, and I stroked her twat from behind. With the same finger I'd put inside Victoria, I slid it inside Serena. She was just as wet and warm. No longer muffled by the ball gag, her groan was loud and inviting.

I leaned over and whispered in her ear, "Not yet, love." I heard a small whimper of protest arise from her throat.

Withdrawing my finger, I walked back to Victoria, who hadn't moved from in front of the chair, still facing the fireplace.

"Take off your top, Victoria," I ordered while standing behind her. She slid the red bustier over head head. I took it from her hand and dropped it on her chair. I stepped into her and reached around either side of her arms to cup her ample breasts and twist her nipples between my thumbs and forefingers for a few seconds. Her hands moved backwards and she began rubbing my cock; this first touch of my member by one of the girls was electric, and I thought seriously about just letting her jerk me off right there. But I had all weekend with these beauties, and the first time I climaxed with them would not be into a hand.

Instead, I stepped back, my dick slipping out of her grasp, and I went back to the nightstand, where I grabbed another piece of the black rope. I surveyed my available implements and also selected a pair of sterling silver alligator nipple clamps that were connected by a thin but sturdy silver chain about twelve inches long. I turned one of the clamps over in my fingers, testing the tensile strength of its jaw.

Victoria still stood motionless, her hands at her sides. I returned to my spot behind her, seized her wrists, and pulled them behind her. Like Serena, she did not resist at all. Using the rope, I tied her wrists together tightly; I was a bit rougher with her than I had intended, since my task was complicated by the fact I also still had the nipple clamps in my hand. She gave a slight gasp as I pulled the last knot hard and fast. Moving around to face her, I traced circles around her areolas with the metal clamps; I placed one clamp, then the other, vertically on her plump nipples from below. She inhaled sharply as each clamp bit into her flesh, but I was again careful, not letting the metal teeth snap together too hard. The connecting chain hung in a half circle and I gave it a couple of little tugs to ensure the clamps' purchase in each nub.

I stepped back and admired my work. As I was about to take Victoria's hair in hand and march her, too, to the settee, I suddenly remembered the image I'd first had when she had emerged from the kitchen with that tray of hors d'oeuvres. I reached around to the back of her neck, unbuckled the ball gag, and dropped it behind her onto the chair.

"On your knees, love," I said. Without hesitation she dropped to the floor. With one hand on the back of her head and one on the base of my cock, I guided my stiff shaft into her warm, wet mouth. She opened her lips to accept it. Victoria eagerly went to work, pumping her mouth back and forth, slurping, gulping and gagging as she took it deep into her throat, over and over again. She kept her eyes up, looking at me the entire time. I let this go on for a minute, then another, before I stepped backward and drew my tip out through her pursed red lips. I smiled down at her and wove my fingers into her thick hair; gently, I took a fistful of her blonde locks and used it to pull her to her feet. She rose unsteadily, her hands still firmly bound behind her, taking a moment to find her balance.