Prototype Ch. 11

"But if I were to... make an educated guess, and it was close enough to the truth," I said, letting the question hang in the air between us.

She shifted slightly in her seat. Somehow the movement revealed just the slightest bit more of her left breast while still keeping her nipples tucked safely away for later. "Then I would have revealed nothing."

I went with a classic. "Will you answer truthfully?" Doesn't reveal much. If she answered yes, that could still be a lie- but at least it allows for the possibility of the truth. An answer of no would mean the word game was nothing more than that- just a game.

She took my false dichotomy and threw it back at me. "I will do my best to answer honestly, if not completely, yes. What you do with that is your prerogative. "

I considered where to go next while I enjoyed the feel of the car beneath me. It really was a nice vehicle, and Desirae was proving herself to be an accomplished driver. I barely noticed the road or the turns beyond the smooth acceleration and easy stops as she escorted me across the city. "You've done this type of thing before, haven't you. Chauffeured someone around?"

She nodded, sparing me a short look of approval before turning her attention back to the road. "Indeed I have."

That didn't seem like something an escort would do very often. It hinted at something bigger but I didn't have enough go on yet. Best to stick with what little information I was sure of. "Rachel set this whole thing up, didn't she- with Maggie's help?"

Another nod, though the smile waned slightly at Maggie's name. Don't believe I was paying enough attention to her face to notice that? Please. I know she was trying to distract me with her body, and it was working. But I had enough self-control to watch her face when I asked the questions. The time in between them, while I was contemplating what to ask next- that was when I was able to just enjoy the show.

"Considering all parties involved, is it safe to assume that the usual agency rules don't apply here?"

"My dear Benjamin," Desirae said, following it with three short 'tsks' to chide me. "Assumptions are always dangerous. You'll need to be more specific than that."

"The agency doesn't know about tonight." I said, more succinctly, beginning to thoroughly enjoy the game.

Desirae shook her head. "It's a Monday evening. Those are usually pretty slow. I called in and took the night off. No loss. I can't speak for anyone else."

I shifted in my seat, turning more to face her as she drove. "Rachel convinced you to give me another chance then?"

"Rachel can be very persuasive, and Maggie all but forced the issue when she called you."

"Why, Desirae," I said, with more than a hint of sarcasm laced around the desire in my voice as reached out and placed a hand on her exposed thigh. The smooth skin was warm and inviting beneath my fingers- the touch sending shivers down my spine and straight into my hardening cock. "That answer was considerably more forthcoming than I would have expected."

She made no attempt to remove my hand as she continued driving. "Nothing you don't already... know." She had paused briefly in her defense, coinciding with my hand slowly moving up her thigh towards her nether regions.

I was enjoying turning the tables on the blonde goddess as she drove. I leaned in a bit closer to her as my hand continued to creep up her thigh. "We are going to have a very... entertaining evening, aren't we Desirae." I pulled gently on her thigh, smiling at how easily she was guided to open her legs further, giving me better access. "Perhaps even a very... revealing one?"

Desirae was breathing deeply now, her hands gripping the steering wheel tightly. "It would seem so, yes." She managed to reply just as my fingers slipped up beneath the hem of her dress. The thin piece of fabric they discovered there was little defense against my intentions.

I leaned in even closer to her, halfway over the space between the front seats. "You don't mind, do you?" I asked her calmly, even as my fingers were rubbing back and forth across her sex through her panties. "It's not too distracting, I hope."

"Not at all," She said. "If you weren't welcome, you would know. And I've managed just fine with considerably more distraction in the past."

I tipped my head quizzically at her response. "That sounded almost like a challenge." I smiled at her- searching her face as I toyed with what to do next. Her beautiful mounds of enhanced flesh were calling to me, but I was fairly sure that manhandling them would hardly have won me points for originality. I was already on a role with what I was doing, but I did need to up my game just a bit.

I slowly pulled the flimsy fabric to the side to give me direct access to her sex, smiling at the expression on Desirae's face- as if she didn't believe I had the courage to go any further. A week ago and she would have been right. Tonight, I was still quite horny from inspecting Priya, a woman who only minutes before had suddenly realized her life's calling as my newest sex-slave. Insecurities and doubts were quickly becoming a thing of the past. Tonight, I was going to enjoy myself. "Let's see what happens first, shall we? I make you cum, or we arrive at our destination. Either way it will be a good way to warm things up."

I smiled broadly at her shifting in her seat as first one, then another finger slipped inside of her. To her credit, she gave little other reaction than that- until my thumb started circling her clit as well. It was a less than ideal angle of attack but still good enough for the combined assault, both inside and out, to begin to weaken her resolve. Her tongue moistened her lips even as her hips began to slowly rock forward and back in time with my efforts. She may have had considerably more experience than I- but she was still human. Sooner or later, she was going to cum. I just had to hope she had been right about her driving skills, or my libido would lead to a very early end to the evening indeed.

At some point in the drive I decided that I was going to 'let' her win. I don't know if she would have agreed with that particular score though. If I didn't know any better, I'd say she had taken a handful more turns than was strictly necessary in delivering me to my destination.

Desirae had cursed under her breath as I had withdrawn my fingers from their administrations. It had been challenging to bring her as close to cumming as I could manage without actually letting her slip over the edge. She nearly had me more than once, but a quick pinch to the soft skin of her inner thigh served to force her back from the edge and even earned me a verbal reaction the second time. I decided to not take her suggestion literally at the time. It would have proven rather uncomfortable for me.

"Looks like we've arrived," I glibly intoned as she pulled into a parking spot beneath a rather posh looking apartment building downtown- the type of place I wouldn't have even dreamed of owning. A quick look at the other cars surrounding us as we walked towards the elevator confirmed it. I've told you before I'm not much of a car person, but I could tell that most of those cars were so far beyond my price range I couldn't even guess. I think I even saw one of those new electric sports cars in there- plugged into the wall.

We rode the elevator up to the 4th floor in silence, though the side glances I received from Desirae spoke volumes about what she would have preferred I be doing at the time. It might have had something to do with the fact that I was slowly tracing up and down the line of my hardened cock through my slacks. I am quite sure she noticed. It wasn't often that a woman that fucking hot would be festering in her own unspoken desire to just fuck me and get it over with. Don't get me wrong, I was more than a little sexually frustrated myself- but the buzz I was getting off of her reactions was particularly delicious. I was quite certain she knew exactly what I was doing, and I was savoring every moment.

The proof came as I was escorted through the door into one of only two condo's that opened on that floor. Maggie was there to greet us, dressed in a pair of tight grey jeans that ended where the red stiletto shoes began. Her top was a white denim overshirt with the sleeves rolled halfway up her forearms. Her smallish breasts were prominently displaying something almost resembling cleavage in a solid red bra that was attempting to push them up and out the top of her shirt. Her long brown hair was surprisingly simple for once, falling straight without any intricate weaves or braids. Sexy in its simplicity.

Most of this was obscured from view at first though, as Desirae interrupted Maggie's attempt at welcome as she backed her into the wall just inside the door and proceeding to all but molest her there. To her credit Maggie rolled with it, accepting the attention easily- her hands wrapping around Desirae and lifting her dress to expose her ass and give it a squeeze as their lips and tongues wrapped around each other. They both took their time exploring the other's body for a few moments more. I decided it best to not interfere- closing the door softly behind me and leaning against it to watch.

"I guess that dress wasn't taped on after all!"

"Well, that was one hell of a hello," Maggie managed to say once Desirae had calmed enough to release her.

"Your boy toy here," Desirae said, turning her still smoldering glance in my direction. "Did a pretty good job of getting me worked up on the way over. I hope he's as good with his dick as he is with his fingers."

Maggie smiled as she panted to recover. "I imagine you'll learn soon enough. The others are waiting inside. We'll be right there."

Desirae nodded, giving my crotch one last look before leaving me to make my visual inspection of Maggie. "You look amazing!" I told her. "Seriously."

"Why thank you," Maggie said softly, slipping into my arms as if she was made for them. "I wanted to look good- I tried on a few of Rachel's outfits, but I couldn't really fill them out, you know?"

"It suits you. You've always been the sexy girl next door to me." I leaned down, pulling her into me for a slow kiss. The warmth of her lips against mine still sent shivers down my spine. "Mine... all mine..." I thought as I enjoyed the moment. Even after more than a week since her last training, and nearly an entire day enjoying her in as close to every way I could manage, a part of me still could hardly believe it.

Maggie pouted up at me moments later. "I don't know. It's hard not to get a little self-conscious around Rachel. And then there's Desirae. It's like her tits defy gravity. I want them."

I grinned down at her. "From what I've seen so far tonight I don't think that's going to be a problem."

"Not what I meant," Maggie protested meekly. "I mean I want them! I want tits like those. I want to fill out a dress for once in my life." She pinched my side, zeroing in on the only spot besides the soles of my feet that could make me giggle.

"Hey! Watch it!" I managed, stifling the urge to titter or squirm like we were back in high school.

"Don't think I haven't seen the way you look at them. I can't blame you, of course. I can barely keep my eyes off them myself. You are somehow surrounded by women with fucking beautiful tits, my love. Everyone but me."

I searched her eyes for a few moments- seeing nothing but honest need reflected back at me. "If that's what you want, then I say we find the money to get them for you. As big as you want. But aren't you worried about what effect that might have on getting more gigs?"

Her eyes turned a bit devilish as she leaned against me, one foot rising up behind her. "It would certainly type cast me a bit, but I'm sure there are casting directors that are susceptible to certain charms, especially if I dropped a hint or two that I was open to such things. Can't be a good girl all the time." She licked her lips suggestively. "You wouldn't mind if I was a little naughty now and then, would you?"

I squeezed her tightly for a moment before leaning down to kiss her neck and nibble on her ear with my teeth. "Be as naughty as you need to be. As long as you're mine- I don't care."

"Mmmm..." She hummed against me, her hand reaching down my chest to trace the line of my erection. "Always. On the subject of yours..." She pulled back enough to force me to release her. "It would seem Rachel has been keeping an eye out for things you might like."

I grinned even as I eyed Maggie suspiciously, allowing her to lead me deeper into the apartment. "Are you claiming innocence, then? Your presence here would seem to indicate you had some role in setting all of this up."

Maggie tipped her head to the side slightly, opening her mouth to say something but licking her lips to buy her a bit more time first. "Oh, I may have forced things to proceed a bit faster than she had planned, but I'm sure you'll appreciate her efforts once you've seen what she has to offer."

I was about to ask more when we turned the corner into a large open space. Off to the left was an open kitchen area that was easily three times what I had at home, including a range with a full hood over it like in those semi-professional cooking shows. The area just off to the right contained a large king sized bed along with a couple of chairs and an opening into what must have been a walk in closet. But once again, those observations were pre-empted by what was waiting for me in the middle of the room.

Rachel was leaning against the back of a plush white couch, dressed in a tight black one piece that could only loosely be called a dress. It more resembled a bondage outfit, six parallel straps crossing her chest and leaving her sex entirely exposed for convenient access. The highest strap pressed against her ample cleavage, hiding the nipples while still leaving both the top and the lower thirds exposed. "Nothing quite as sexy as under-boob." The remainder of the outfit consisted of a tight choker that extended the length of her neck and sported a large ring in the center- in case I needed to chain her to a wall. Her wrists, and ankles were similarly adorned with ringed leather cuffs above her otherwise unadorned hands and feet. Her hair was straightened- flanking both sides of her face as she glared at me with pursed lips. I couldn't help but think she seemed suddenly shorter- smaller than usual. I guess I was getting used to the additional height her usual choice of footwear provided.

Desirae stood next to her, still wearing the red dress and matching shoes from before. She had evidently taken the time to repair the illusion of propriety while I had been distracted with Maggie- her nipples were once again magically obscured.

"Obviously you could object, but I was thinking that Rachel would be mine for the evening." Maggie said, motioning for Rachel to join her. "The others are yours to do with as you please."

"Others?" I asked in confusion. All I could see were Rachel and Desirae. Thoughts of finally getting that foursome were threatening to abandon me- until I saw who had been hiding behind the two perfectly perched figures previously propped against the couch.

"I believe you've already acquainted yourself with Desirae," Maggie said from somewhere off to my left- I couldn't really be sure as I was too busy drinking in the two new women in front of me. "The one on the left is Zoe, and the other is Cassie. Ladies, this is Benjamin. Your date for the evening."

Cassie was an alabaster goddess with an all American face that somehow looked like she had just stepped out of a heavy metal music video. Her hair was long, obviously colored with wide streaks of an unnaturally bright red mixed in with a brilliant shade of black that almost glistened in the artificial light. Her makeup was suitably gothic as well, dark and thick eye liner and unnaturally long lashes surrounded eyes that were such a pale white they seemed nearly reflective. Her lips, thick and lush, were painted a deep red in the center and lined with a black border giving them a near permanent pout. The contrast of a shiny silver glint from a single lip ring, centered on her lower lip, stood out starkly against the deep hues on her face- and matched the much larger silver ring attached to the thin choker that wrapped around her neck.

Her outfit consisted of a half-leather jacket, covered in metallic studs running up and down the sleeves and down the length of the seams. A simple black cut-off t-shirt, still sporting the upper two thirds of a pentacle seemed to be all that held in her sizeable breasts- both of which seemed eager to escape their bondage and nearly as defiant of gravity as Desirae's. The shirt left her toned midriff bare, revealing a large tattoo that started above her navel and ran down the right side of her stomach, disappearing beneath her tightly laced up pants. A quick check revealed another tattoo, a pattern of spots peeking out from under her jacket on her left shoulder.

She stood as tall as Desirae, though much of that was likely from the three inch platform shoes she was wearing, with at least an 8 inch blocky heel. The back of which was covered in shining metal spikes similar to those on her jacket.

Zoe, the one on the left, stood out for entirely different reasons. She had a round face with distinctly East Asian features- including a pert little nose holding up a pair of thin wire-frame glasses. Her brown hair would likely have been the longest of all the women there that night- even considering the fact that she had it pulled up into a pair of pigtails on either side of her head. Her skin was a colored with a rich deep tan and her makeup was done in a suitably 'natural' fashion that accented her beauty without drawing too much specific attention.

She didn't need audacious hair color or bright highlighted lips to do that- her outfit did it for her. She was wearing something that could almost be described as a naughty school girl getup. She sported a short green and blue plaid tie, wrapped close about her neck, just long enough to rest comfortably on her breasts as they pushed against the dark black top. The plaid was echoed in accents at the tips of her short sleeves and an accompanying skirt that was barely long enough to cover her ass. As tantalizing as that would have been, it was highlighted by one simple additional detail- all that I have described so far was made completely out of shiny latex, gleaming in the light.

Her legs were accented with thigh high sheer black pantyhose and topped off with a pair of tall black high heeled shoes. Even with the extra inches those shoes added, she still barely came up to the shoulders of Desirae or Cassie.

And then of course there was the tall blond bombshell that was Desirae herself- still decked out in her revealing dress and shoving her tits forward as if I needed any reminder of her most prominent features. "Oh sure, finger a girl on the drive over and you're done with her, eh?" She complained, cocking a hip as she placed a hand on it.

"Give the poor boy a break, Dez," Cassie said from behind her. "Looks like he might pop a vessel if we don't do something about that swollen cock in his pants." There was a hint of an accent there, but I couldn't place it. It only added to her appeal.

Zoe bit her lip reflexively as she slowly walked around the couch- taking the initiative to approach me. "I could help you with that," She said softly, looking me in the eye for the briefest of moments before looking away, holding her hands behind her back and twisting one foot on its toes nervously. "If you like."

Somehow, I managed to tear my eyes from the timid little rabbit dressed all in latex to search for Rachel. I found her with Maggie's arms wrapped around her and taking full advantage of the open access to her sex- two fingers already buried between her legs. Maggie was sitting in a tall chair next to the kitchen area with Rachel leaning back against her and seemingly enjoying the attention immensely.