Amelia and Emma enjoyed themselves at the pool in Damien's apartment. Amelia had pulled Emma towards her, kissing her, exploring her mouth with her tongue. Emma was turned on - and embarrassed that Amelia had used that as an excuse to rent her again for the entirety of the day. Oh, and apparently Amelia wanted more than kissing now. She felt the pressure of Amelia's hand on her blonde head as she was pushed down.
Damien was sitting in a sun chair, watching them, an amused grin on his face at how obediently Emma had let herself be pushed down between Amelia's legs. Amelia sitting at the edge of the pool, Emma between her legs in the water below, part of the blonde's head the only thing above the water. Their new relationship was not an equal one since any sexual time they had was always on Amelia's dime, which basically made Emma her sex slave.
Damien looked at Amelia's wet, beautiful red hair, sticking to her back, shifting each time she threw her head back to moan.
"You ever considered becoming a mermaid?" he asked her.
Amelia moaned, then grabbed Emma's head by her hair, lifting her momentarily from between her legs. "You see a redhead in a pool and your thought is immediately to turn her into Ariel?" she giggled.
Damien waved towards Emma's impractically long, flaxen tresses, draped over Amelia's slim teen thighs. "I have a Rapunzel already, so why not an Ariel?" he mused.
Amelia laughed, then pressed Emma's face into her sex again and moaned. "Makers..." she giggled, then gasped as Emma's talented tongue hit a particularly good spot. "I've-Oh! I've... already been twisted once," she said, indicating her not quite doll-like face with her hand. I know-Oh!-how to-oh resist it."
"Someone you hired, right?" he scoffed. "That tame, trained Maker is nothing compared to an undiminished Maker and his pure, unreined desires. That other Maker was holding back for you, as a professional. Something I'm neither willing nor able to do."
Amelia just moaned, unable to answer for a moment as Emma did her thing. Damien watched them, clearly enjoying the view. "You've been renting Emma repeatedly," he said. "You have to be her top trick."
Amelia pouted. "I can't believe I have to rent my own friend when she wants to have sex with me."
"I'm sure you've rented her a few times only because you wanted it, too," Damien smirked.
Amelia giggled. "Well, duh," she said. "Just look at her. She's super sexy!" Emma looked up with a blush and let out a small, embarrassed sound, but she kept licking.
Damien chuckled. "She looks adorable between your legs. It's as if she was made for things like this!" he said. He paused for a moment, an idea striking him. "You know what? I'll let you rent Emma for free if you agree to a deal. From now on, you give me one blowjob in return for each orgasm Emma gives you."
Amelia looked up. "Hm, what? Uh... I don't..." She bit her lip. "You'd try to remake me," she accused.
"Of course I would," he chuckled. "It's what I do. But you said you could resist, didn't you? If so, there would be little risk to you, and free access to that talented little Emma tongue..."
Amelia's face flushed and she looked down at her blonde friend between her legs. Emma looked up with Amelia's honey smeared all over her face, giggled, wondering where this would go. Then she pushed her tongue as deep as she could, drawing a moan from Amelia.
Damien smirked. "I've made her so good at that. And I will keep improving her, any way I feel like. The things she'll be able to do for you..." He looked at the two girls, watching Emma work the redhead closer to a climax. When Amelia was almost there, he spoke again, a wicked tone to his voice now. "And," he said, "to help you decide: If you don't accept, Emma will not be allowed to give you an orgasm ever again."
Amelia sat up, her eyes wide. "What? No...?"
