Author's warning: It turns out this chapter is mostly about lots of indulgent sex. I know I said there would be a plot someday... but for now, we're still in the "Wow all this awesome just fell in my lap" phase. Hope you enjoy.
Tori returned to the suite immediately after checking out at the front desk. Luggage waited in the limo downstairs, the bill had been paid and everything was ready for departure. All that mattered now was the go-ahead from her current and former dominators.
When she opened the door, she couldn't help but smile. Monica wasn't fooling about wanting to keep Casey as satisfied as possible up until the very last minute. The voluptuous blonde knelt on a pillow in front of him at the foot of the bed. She was clad in her white sundress, having taken off only her shoes while she went down on him. Casey, as Monica clearly preferred, was completely naked, but his clothes were laid out beside him. He sat on the bed, his hands on Monica's shoulders as she bobbed up and down on his cock. His expression was one of pure surrender.
She paused to savor the sight of it. Tori knew the sort of feeling Casey enjoyed very well. She'd spent so many long hours in that blissful semi-hypnotic haze of surrender, with her body softly rippling with pleasure. She knew how good it felt to give in, to allow a dominant to do whatever she—and now he—wanted to do to her, and further how good it felt to give back. Once claimed, simply being with an aroused dominant was like a drug. Sex with a dominant was even better.
Her friends and family had wondered, given her studies, her talents and her ambitions, why she chose to work as a personal assistant, even if her job title included the important term "executive" and her boss was so well-connected. She couldn't tell them about the sheer physical and emotional pleasures of her role, of course. Nor could she come up with an adequate explanation as to why playing "assistant" was so much better than any leadership or management job she would find in the ordinary corporate world. But she was happy, and well-compensated, and in the end that was all that mattered. It looked like she was in for a long stretch of more of the same, too.
Tori adored them both. It was not the first time Tori had watched Monica with one of her conquests, but this one clearly went above and beyond anything Tori had witnessed in her short term of service. Tori looked up to Monica, idolized her and felt a sincere sense of love and belonging with her as her valet and confidant...
...but now there was Casey. Everything about him felt right. Everything about Casey and Monica being together felt right. She hated to split them up, but it had to be done.
Tori slipped in behind Monica, caressing her back. Not many of Monica's conquests, male or female, were allowed to be so presumptuous. Tori had been special; she was allowed greater initiative when it came to touch and familiarity than any of Monica's other toys—at least, to Tori's knowledge. There were those who didn't explicitly know the depths of Monica's control and thought themselves perfectly normal boyfriends or girlfriends, but among those who knew that they were conquests and toys, Tori had always been offered special privileges. It was something she cherished. She hoped it would not end, even now that she had a new dominant. "Mistress," she whispered, "we're ready to go whenever you choose."
Monica let out a hum of acknowledgement. Casey only moaned with pleasure. Then Monica pulled away from him, working his cock with her hand but freeing her mouth to speak. "We're almost ready to go, but I need to be able to talk with Casey for a few minutes while we still have the room. Would you mind?"
Tori's eyes lit up. "Of course, mistress," she said with confident joy, and gratefully took up Monica's spot between Casey's legs. Her eyes met with her new dominant's for just a moment before she opened her mouth for him, sliding down on his glorious cock. She gave herself over to the pleasures of having him in her mouth, reveling in the sensation of his head and shaft slowly sliding through her lips, over her tongue and touching the back of her throat. It was hardly any less pleasurable than the feeling of his cock in her pussy. Tori gave in to it, and to him.
"There are a few things I want to know before we get going," Monica told him in a soft, sultry voice as she took a spot beside him. Monica leaned against her lover, breathing into his ear as she spoke. "Don't cum yet, Casey. Once we hit the airport, you'll have to try to think of anything but sex for a few hours. But before we go, I have questions."
"Uhh?" Casey murmured. His eyes fluttered open again. Tori had him enthralled with her mouth, with her hands and with her devotion, yet Casey was able to think through the haze of pleasure. "About what?"
A naughty grin spread across Monica's lips. "Pussy, for starters," she said, soon trailing kisses along his neck and his chest. "Would you prefer your women shave? Or do you like a little hair down there?"
"Seems kind of... not my call to make," Casey shrugged, stroking Tori's neck as she serviced him.
"Silly, you're a dominant," Monica countered. "You absolutely get to make these calls. If it's no difference to Tori, or to me... what would you prefer?" She kissed him softly again. "It's me, love. I'm not asking you to be a good feminist. I want to know what you
want
. What your
cock
wants."
He let out a long breath. "Hair," he said finally. "As long as it's taken care of. I like a little color. Something to draw the eyes. Feels intimate."
"What else? Take your time," she counseled, fingers tracing across his scalp. "Let Tori help you. You're thinking clearer now, aren't you?"
"I am," Casey nodded. "Still feels amazing, but I am."
"She's yours. Enjoy her. She can let you turn your mind off and sink into the pleasure, or she can clear your mind better than anything on earth.
"Think, Casey. Tell me what really turns you on. Nothing you say to me will make me love you any less. Everyone has their little perversions. So tell me what you want.
"I've known your girlfriends, but I also know how they've turned out. You never have to settle for less than what you want ever again, Casey. Do you like them older? Barely legal? Any ethnic preferences?"
He gave it a moment's thought. The pause let him focus on Tori's mouth and tongue. "Everything," he said finally. "I'd want them old enough to drink. But hot is hot. Doesn't matter what color or if they're older."
"What turns you on, Casey?" Monica hissed. "Tell me."
"This, right now. Two women. All the attention. I feel awesome. You don't even know."
"Oh, but I do. Nice treat for the ego, isn't it?"
"Uh-huh."
"It gets better," Monica grinned. "What do you daydream about? Tell me your fantasies, Casey. All of them. Anything."
"I'm kinda vanilla," he shrugged. His brain worked just fine. His voice still trembled with pleasure.
"Nothing wrong with that."
"I want it all. I want to be pursued. I want to be the aggressor. I want them to pose. I want them to know they're hot, and enjoy it and to feel confident and offer themselves to me. But mostly I want to know they want me, one way or the other. I don't want them to be clones. I want them to be themselves."
