Chapter 3

Now James brings it across her hard. She yells and trembles, but still doesn't try to pull away. Scarlet stripes line her previously creamy ass and her pussy is glistening, a trickle running inside her thighs. James pauses, eye-pointing me downwards and I sit on the floor beside her, reaching in from the front to play with her clit as, her head flung back, she moans and wails.

James reaches into his pocket, pulls out a packet and, ripping the foil in his teeth, pulls his cock from his straining pants. Fitting the condom, he drops to his knees between her legs, roughly pushing her feet further apart, and plunges deep in.

Leaning into her, he pumps her hard as I work her clit. Her build-up to climax is unmistakable and as she ramps up her arousal, her howls grow louder.

And she comes, her face and shoulders dropping to the mat as she screams and struggles. James is gripping her hard by her still upraised ass, and I work her clit until she finally screams, “Yellow!”

My own cock straining, I don't want to wait any longer. Her mouth is still open as she yells and thrashes through her orgasm. I stand, pull her up at the shoulders again to kneel upright in front of me, and shove inside.

It’s sheer heaven. Her wails are muffled as I push the ridge of my cock head back and forth over the wet heat of her lips and tongue. I’m going to blow quickly.

James is close too, kneeling upright behind her as he fucks her from behind. His eyes move between his own cock pumping her, and mine in her mouth. Our eyes meet and he grins, and uncontrollably, so do I.

His eyes squeezing closed, with a groan, he bends forward, his hands resting on her back as he shudders into her. Only a moment or two later, I spurt and spill, shooting a salvo over her tongue and then another over her face as I pull away a little to let her breathe and swallow. And I get a final slug into the back of her mouth as she takes me again, sucking hard.

Gasping, I pull free. James is doing the same, grabbing a roll of tissue and wiping the sweat from his face. He tosses it down to Chloe and me, then sits on the bed, trying to zip himself up.

I join him, pulling her up and to me by the shoulders, giving her a kiss on the cheek. “Thanks, Chloe. That was great.”

“Anytime, Michael. That was fantastic. And thanks too, um, James, is it?”

He nods, not smiling at her, but his eyes are crinkled. “Yes, James.”

“It's a shower, and a beer for me,” I say. “Want to join us, Chloe?”

“No, thanks,” she says. “I’ve got the boyfriend out there. He’ll be wanting his turn now.”

Sure enough, there’s a man waving to her from the viewing galleries. “You should have said. He could have joined us.”

“No, he just likes to watch me get fucked.”

“Fair enough. Another time then?”

“My pleasure,” she grins, collecting her clothes together and pulling them on.

As she leaves, I turn to James. “Fancy that beer?”

“Sounds good,” he says, swiping a hand through his hair. “Shower first though, I think.”

“How about a shower and a swim?”

“They’ve got a pool here?”

“No, not here.”

*****

James

We stroll in through the front entrance of a large sports and leisure centre. The entrance lobby is heaving with people.

“Just one sec,” says Michael. “I’ll do a quick check that I’m not needed anywhere.” He walks across to a door signed ‘Private. Staff Only’, sticks his head through and after a few seconds returns. “Nope, everything’s fine.”

He looks around at the mass of people around us. “It’s late night opening tonight, being Friday, but the doors will be closing in half an hour. Do you feel like a sauna first? The pool will be a lot pleasanter when the crowds have moved on.”

“Good idea.”

“The changing rooms are over there,” he points. “I’ll be back in a jiffy.”

In the changing rooms, I strip to a towel and am looking around for the saunas when Michael reappears with a couple of cans. “Nothing better than a cold beer with hot steam,” he grins. “One of Scandinavia’s great contributions to civilisation.”

The sauna’s real, with hot coals and a water bucket with a ladle. And as the steam hisses and splutters, the cold beer slides down like the proverbial nectar.

“This is your business then?” I ask. “You own it?”

“Well, kind of,” he shrugs, then smiles disarmingly. “I look after it for the bank. You know how it is.…”

“Of course; still you look to be doing okay. It’s pretty crowded out there.”

He becomes more animated. “I get plenty of custom, plain footfall past the door and signed up clients, gym memberships and suchlike. I’ve put in a lot of work, but,” he shrugs, “I’d really like to expand. The building next door is for sale, but you know how it is getting finance from the banks these days.”

“Oh, yes. I know about that too.”

I look around at the throng of customers: young men, working out and displaying tribal tattoos down their calves, skinny kids in swimming costumes, teenage girls showing off sprouting figures and middle-aged women trying to slim down over-blown bodies.

Is he this busy all the time?

And he can’t get finance?

*****

We sit across from each other over a vinyl-topped cafe table, with a coffee apiece, looking down over a swimming pool.

“So, um….” starts Michael, “Have you done that before?”

I pause to choose my words, then settle for keeping it simple. “Which part?”

“The ‘sharing’ part. I can see perfectly well that you’ve had plenty of practice at the rest of it.”

I suck in a smile. “In fact, no I haven’t.”

“Mmm.” He swirls his coffee around the cup. “Feel like doing it again sometime?”

“Yes, I rather think I do.”

“Mmm.” The coffee gets another swirl, then, “I can see what you enjoy, the whole Dom thing, and why you would enjoy it. But it always amazes me that they like it, the women.”

“Not all do, but I don't get many complaints.” Now I swirl my coffee. “And what do you like?”

He grins. “Women.”

I snort a laugh. “Yeah, I get that.”

“So, what brings you to the City?” he asks. “You said you don’t live here? You just visit? Are you a travelling salesman or something?”

“Not exactly. I’m a consultant engineer. There’s a huge project coming up here in a few years’ time, the City renovation. I’m trying to get my foot in the door early.”

“And how do you do that?”

“By making myself useful and available. When they start putting out tenders for the work, I want them to think of my name. It’s a long shot, and it’s long-term; it could take years, but if it works, the payoff will be huge.”

“Good luck to you then.” He tips his coffee at me in a small toast.

“Thanks. So, tell me about this expansion you want to do?”

He stares ruefully into his plastic cup. “Like I said, the building next door’s up for sale. If I bought it, I could open extra facilities; squash courts, extra halls for training classes, you know to sort of thing, yoga, dancing, even some of the cosmetic stuff; hairdressers, nail extensions, beauticians…. All the luxury extras that people blow their spare cash on. There’s a big demand in the area for space and facilities, but I can’t meet that demand. I’m forever getting inquiries about using the facilities I’ve already got from clubs and schools, sometimes even the big hotels who want to offer a package to their guests. It’s only a matter of time before someone else comes along and sets up as competition, then I’ll have lost the chance.”

Here we go….