From JessaB@aol.com Fri Jun 2 20:23:57 1995
Date: Fri, 2 Jun 1995 23:23:40 -0400
To: Man2man@netcom.com
Subject: the Die Hard story - part 1

[Here's the finished product inspired by your short story the
Elevator. Hope you really like it.]

			   Laneille's Story
				  by
				Jessa

Notes: Just to get the faces right: Hans - Alan Rickman, Simon -
Jeremy Irons, and Erik - Anthony Hopkins (he just seemed right to be
the father in this). Uncle Edward should be pictured as Lance
Henriksen. Holly still looks like Bonnie Bedelia and John McClane
still looks like Bruce Willis. I figure that Laneille Hartmann (the
girl) probably looks something like Rebecca Gayheart from Earth 2.
Just because I think she's pretty in a different sort of way. Mariele
looks like Lolita Davidovich, because the friend I wrote her for says
so.

The usual copyright stuff: Die Hard characters copyrighted to their
respective sources. Same with Die Hard story elements. The rest of
this is mine - Except for the first scene in the Lift, which is
gratefully stolen from Man2Man, who gave me his permission for the
"theft" and alteration (GRIN) of his piece "The Elevator" The portions
from that piece are copyrighted to Man2Man. Oh, yes before I forget,
my husband wrote a lot of the detail for the sex scenes after chapter
1.

No insult is intended toward any of the actors whose faces I have
appropriated. Particularly Sir Anthony Hopkins, Mr. Henriksen, Miss
Davidovich or Miss Gayheart who had nothing to do with the original
Die Hard saga, but should have in my opinion. This is my personal
fantasy (yes, you could say that in my dreams Laneille is me), and I
can't help the fact that the above faces figure in my dreams.

For those of you who are Die Hard experts, Laneille arrives around the
5th or 6th of that fateful December in L.A. when the Nakatomi tower is
invaded.]

			     Chapter One
			       The Lift

	It was the last day of my holiday, I had checked out of my
hotel and I was in L.A. visiting a friend of mine who lives in a big
apartment building in the centre of town. I arrived there about noon
for lunch and spent the whole day just talking about old times. I
looked at my watch and saw that it was almost midnight. I couldn't
believe how fast the time went by. I knew I could get another hotel
room, and a single call would change the plane reservation so we said
our good-byes and I left...

	... Avoiding the bell, I banged on the door. "Hell, Holly,
let me in dammit." I could hear her cursing "Wait a Goddamned minute,
already, it's not like you're going to die out there. Geez, I thought
you left... " She opened the door and stopped. Stopped talking,
stopped moving, looked at me. Stared. I must've looked quite a sight.
The top half of my dress was torn up and my stockings were in shreds.
I had my shoes in my hand. And my hair had fallen out of its pins. I
pushed past her and walked into the apartment. "So, can I stay, and do
you have something I can change into?" Then I asked her who were those
people visiting her Neighbours. She asked me if I was okay and why the
hell did I want to know? I said wanted to know if their friends would
be visiting again anytime soon. "Why?" she demanded, "are you going to
tell me what happened or not. Should I call John? I know he's in New
York, but he has friends out here... "

	"NO! Don't call John, Holly Gennaro don't you dare call that
lunatic husband of yours. No, no, no. I forbid it. Do NOT get that
madman involved." So I told her...

	Walking down to the lift, I noticed that, for an expensive
apartment building, there wasn't very much light in the hallways. As
I pushed the button, I saw a group of men standing in the hallway
saying their good-byes to a bunch of people. They must've had a good
time because they were all laughing and talking. God, what a group.
There were three of them. An older man, dressed, oh, so properly: vest
buttoned up, chalk grey pinstripe suit, some kind of regimental tie.
He carried himself like some sort of soldier. Ramrod straight, hands
behind his back. I don't know why my dream mind said "reminds me of
the guys who play Nazis in the movies." The younger two were just as
amazing. One, dark haired and slightly disheveled looking, painted on
black jeans, linen shirt, lovely longish black hair, over his collar.
Sort of messy chic. The other one, oh, GOD. Navy suit, the shirt had
maroon pinstripes, french cuffs with ruby cufflinks, I knew they were
real too, he looked like he had just posed for a magazine cover and
that he knew he owned the world. Oh, hell, forget the damned suit, the
eyes on this one. Oh, God, the eyes. Oh, shit, he saw me staring. He
winked. I turned away, pretending I didn't notice. I was sure they
could see me shaking. Especially navy suit. I noticed him whisper
something to the older man. The older man smiled. The dark haired one
nodded.

	They left their friends and headed towards the lift. I finally
had to look at them (didn't want to appear rude) and they said,
"Hello". Of course, being the friendly person that I was, I said, "Hi"
back. We stood there for awhile waiting for the lift to arrive. When
the doors opened, they let me get on first. Ah, gentlemen, I thought.
They had sounded foreign in the hallway, that would explain it. I
always though European men were the courtly types. As the door closed,
I could hear movement behind me but I was pretending to ignore it,
when I felt an arm reach around me. As it came into my line of sight,
all I saw was navy fabric, the strong hand reached for the control
panel and pushed the button that stopped the lift. From the look in
their eyes, I knew what was going to happen. I was scared, but deep
down, I was also very excited. The oldest of the men seemed to take
charge. "Hello, my name is Erik, these are my sons, Simon and Hans."
I didn't of course for one minute believe that these were their real
names, but at least it afforded me a point of reference, now I had
something to call navy suit "Simon", and I was sure that they really
were related. They had the same deadly icy eyes. And, oh, God, Erik
had a German accent, which reinforced my initial silly assessment, for
a moment, I mentally laughed at myself "Nazi indeed, Hah!"

	Before I knew what was happening I was grabbed by Hans and
Simon and pressed down onto the floor. I hit my head and cried out in
pain. Hans put his hand behind my head for a moment, I don't think
cracking my skull was in his plans. My hair started to come down into
his fingers. He seemed to enjoy that and pulled the pins out until my
hair fell down around my shoulders. Simon's strong hands ripped off
the top of my dress in one stroke, while Erik tore off my pantyhose.
Damn pantyhose, I thought. Never again pantyhose.

	As they started to unzip their trousers Erik reminded them, "I
am first." Off came the jacket, vest and tie, then he pulled down his
trousers and lay on top of me while his sons held me down by my
shoulders. Hans still had his hand in my hair, I wanted desperately to
reach up and do the same to him, but they had my arms pinned securely
to the floor. Its funny, after noticing how nicely built their father
was, all I could think, was boxer shorts, I should have known, he's so
very proper. I wondered what Simon and Hans were wearing. Hans was
licking his lips and staring at my breasts, Simon ran his finger
across my jaw and smiled wickedly. He caught my gaze almost forcibly
and winked once more.

	I could feel Erik's hot breath on my face as he started
kissing me. I knew what he expected. I mentally smiled as I turned my
head from side to side, trying to keep his lips from touching mine,
but he grabbed my head with both hands and held me still. As his lips
touched mine, I opened my mouth and bit him. His head came up and at
the same time his hand came down and hit me across the face and in my
mouth. I heard him say, "Do that again bitch, and I'll kill you." The
look of fear in my eyes seemed to please him, so he continued.

	I could feel his mouth on my face and felt it move slowly down
to my neck. His un-shaved face rubbing against my skin hurt, but I was
too shocked to say anything. His mouth and tongue moved slowly down my
body, then his hands were on my breasts, squeezing them with such
force that I cried out. He looked at me and laughed. My reaction
seemed to give him pleasure so he lowered his head and started sucking
on my nipples, gently at first but then he sucked harder. I felt his
teeth bite down on my nipple while his hands squeezed harder and
harder on my tits. He went from one nipple to the other, biting and
sucking; biting and sucking until he was satisfied. I'd never felt so
helpless, or so good, in my life.

	Then I felt one hand move down my body to my pussy. He put his
hand on me and seemed pleased when he felt my wetness. Removing his
mouth from my tit, he licked his way down the rest of my body until he
had to slide his body off mine and onto the floor to put his head
between my legs. With one hand, he spread my pussy lips and with the
other, he stuck his finger deep inside me.

	Hans moved one hand off my arm and onto the breast his father
had just abandoned, feather light caresses alternated with sharp
pinches. He bent, I could feel his hair brush across my chest, he
grasped my nipple in his teeth and bit. I gasped. Simon smiled.

	At first Erik was gentle, but then suddenly he went crazy. It
felt like he shoved his whole hand into me. It hurt like hell, but it
seemed the more I yelled, the harder he shoved his hand into me. I
almost passed out from the intense pain he was inflicting when his
mouth took over. He ran his tongue up and down the length of my pussy,
then flicked it across my now hardened clit. I could feel his hot
breath on my pussy as his tongue licked it from top to bottom. Then
his lips went around my clit and he started sucking for all he was
worth. I didn't want to enjoy it, but all the while he was doing that,
I kept thinking, "Damn, this guy can really eat pussy!" As he ate me
his hands went up underneath me and I felt his finger go up my arse
and the pain I felt made me cry out again. As I lay there with my eyes
closed, yelling, I heard him say to Simon, "Shut her up!"

	I closed my eyes tighter, thinking I was going to get hit
again, when I sensed Simon standing directly over me, feet planted on
either side of my shoulders and suddenly I felt his weight settle
against my chest as he knelt down straddling me. I opened my mouth to
say no, but he shoved his cock deep into my mouth before I could utter
a word. It made me gag, nearly choked me as he hit bottom, but I loved
it, although I tried not to let him see that. I noticed that Simon had
merely un-done his trousers. He was still impeccably dressed. With his
hand hard on the back of my neck he kept shoving all the way to the
back of my throat, telling me to "Suck me, slut!" Afraid to do
anything else, I had no choice. Simon dropped his other hand against
my breast, lazily tracing the bruises his father and brother had
inflicted. He looked directly into my eyes, smiled, grasped my nipple
in his fingers and twisted. Hard. As I gasped, he thrust his delicious
cock deeper into my throat, and involuntarily I bucked my hips up
toward his father's plunging tongue. I didn't want to admit to myself
that sucking his cock and being eaten by his father at the same time
was really turning me on, but my body was betraying me and Simon knew
it.

	I was also becoming aware that he was the real power behind
this family. I realised that I would do anything Erik told me to,
willingly, just to keep Simon's magnificent cock down my throat. God,
I wanted to be Simon's "slut". It was turning me on. Especially the
way he managed to have his way without even mussing up his appearance.
He still looked like a GQ cover. Except for the lust in his eyes, he
had no expression, and his clothes were all still in order. His father
on the other hand was a "messy" fuck, he'd have to send that suit to
the cleaners to have it pressed when he was finished.

	Little brother (How did I know that? Why was I sure that Simon
was older?) wasn't even wearing a suit and that linen shirt of his
would need hand-laundering. I so desperately wanted him to take it off
before it got totally ruined. As if he was a mind reader, Hans
unbuttoned and stripped off the shirt. Ah, wonderful, the undershirt
has not been made that wouldn't show under linen like that, so I knew
I'd get an eyeful. He smiled as he saw me watching him, and took his
time, flexing his strong arms and generally showing off. Oh, my God,
he had one of those strong, lean builds, the sort of man that worked
rather than worked out. I just knew his brother was built similarly.
Oh my. What a family.

	As I sucked Simon's cock, his father sat up and said, "She's
ready, make her kneel on all fours." Simon pulled out of my mouth and
stood up briefly so that I could change positions. He smiled wickedly
as my body reacted to the loss before my mind did and I reached my
mouth up toward him raking every inch of him with my tongue until he
was out of my reach and I moaned over my loss of contact with him. The
look he gave me said "Scream and you will certainly regret it." For
one second I thought of screaming, just to see what he would do. But I
feared that he would choose to ignore me and let his brother handle
further transgressions, if I upset him. Hans was utterly gorgeous, but
there was just something incredibly powerful and irresistible about
Simon, and I desperately wanted to keep Simon happy. I kept quiet, I
wanted Simon back in my mouth, and soon.

	Hans lifted me up and as I knelt on my hands and knees I could
feel his body press against my back as he positioned me. I could feel
the strength in his bared arms daring me to do something. Before
turning me over to his father he wrapped his arms around me, I could
feel the weight of him and the electric touch of his bare chest across
my back. He pinched and caressed both my breasts and kissed the back
of my neck where a bruise was beginning from Simon's strong grip. He
smiled and nodded toward his father, moving away from my back, but
still holding my arm.

	Simon knelt down in front of my raised face, smiled and
grasped the back of my neck again. He ran one finger across my jaw and
I tried to catch it in my mouth. He laughed and replaced the wandering
finger with the delicious cock he knew I really wanted. God he was
incredible.

	I felt Erik rub his cock up against my arse and I shuddered.
He said, "First, bitch, I'm going to fuck your sweet little pussy, and
then I'm going to fuck your tight arse until you scream." All I could
do was moan, because I had Simon's delicious cock down my throat. And
then I thought "I'm not your bitch, Erik, I'm Simon's slut." He thrust
into my pussy harder than I'd ever had it done before. Putting both
hands on my arse he pulled his cock in and out, shoving it in deeper
and deeper with every thrust. It hurt, but at the same time, felt
fantastic.

	The faster he pumped, the faster I sucked his son's cock.
Being fucked and sucking cock turned me on more than I cared to admit.
As the rhythm got faster and faster I could hear Erik start to moan
and Simon's hand gripped me even harder. I knew they were getting
ready to cum. I sucked harder and harder, and Simon came in my mouth
the same time his father came in my pussy: I felt the pulse in Erik's
cock start to beat faster and I knew he was close. With one last
thrust into my pussy, I felt his cum shoot deep into me and I sucked
Simon's cock harder until I felt him start to cum and ram his cock
deep down my throat. I tried to pull back far enough to taste him as I
could feel his cum sliding down my throat, and I swallowed every
delicious drop. Hearing my moans of pleasure, his father said, "You
love it, don't you bitch?!?" I moaned "Slut, I'm not your bitch, I'm
Simon's slut." later as I thought back I was forever glad that he
couldn't understand me with my mouth full.

	I nodded my head in agreement. "Now in your tight little
arse." Hans was there his massive cock getting harder every moment, he
was obviously incredibly turned on by all this and I should have known
that Hans' choice of underwear would be "none". His father said to
him, "You try her pussy while I fuck her in the arse, she's very
nice." By now I was starting to feel very tired, but the thought of
having all three men fucking me brought me back to life.

	They turned me on my side, and Simon shifted position with me.
Erik rammed his cock into my arse and Hans shoved his cock into my
pussy and continued the work started on my tits earlier, while Simon
pumped his cock in and out of my mouth. We all seemed to be moving as
one. I was never without a cock inside me. My loud moans of pleasure
and pain could be heard throughout the lift. They started pumping
faster and faster and I sucked faster and harder. Erik was smacking me
on the arse, and Hans was manhandling and biting my tits, but it so
felt good. After what seemed like hours, Erik came first and shot his
hot cum deep inside my arse. Then I sucked harder and harder until I
made Simon cum in my mouth. I felt Hans start to cum in my pussy and I
just lay on the floor, exhausted. Finally they started to get up. I
reached up and ran my fingers through Hans' hair, it was as soft as I
thought it would be. He smiled. Simon smiled. Erik laughed.

	As I lay there I felt the lift suddenly start to move again,
and I saw Erik and Hans putting their clothes back on. Simon just
smiled and zipped his trousers. I looked around for the top of my
dress, wanting to cover myself up before the lift reached the lobby.
As I saw the numbers get closer and closer to the lobby, the lift
didn't stop, but kept going down into the basement parking area. I was
glad, because I didn't want anyone to see what had happened, and there
was a guard in the lobby area twenty-four hours a day. I did NOT want
to explain this to a uniformed guard. I did wonder though why the
guard didn't notice the lift being stopped for so long, but I was too
exhausted and forgot my concerns.

	As the doors opened they thanked me for the good time. "Maybe
we can do it again sometime." Simon turned back, smiled at me and
quietly mouthed "slut." He knew. I nodded and licked my lips, staring
obviously at the juncture of his thighs. I heard them laughing as they
walked towards the Mercedes pulling up near the lift. I barely heard
Hans say to the driver "Uncle, you missed a nice one."

	I got up and before they changed their minds about leaving or
I begged them not to and quickly pushed the button to go back to
Holly's apartment. As the lift went slowly up higher and higher, I
prayed that it didn't stop to let someone on. Finally, it reached the
top floor, and I got off and headed back to Holly's. Avoiding the
bell, I banged on the door...

	"I'm calling John, I need an excuse to get him out here
anyway. If I don't put in an appearance as the happy homemaker, the
guys at Nakatomi will start making passes again and trying to fix me
up."

	"No, NO, NO! Holly Gennaro don't you dare call that lunatic
husband of yours. I still can't figure out why you're still married to
that madman. Everywhere he goes someone tries to shoot him or
something. Don't say it's because he's a cop. Cops can go their whole
careers without looking at a gun much less being shot at. John McClane
is a certifiable nutcase and you know it."

	"Okay, so I'll call a local cop. John has friends out here, I
actually met a couple of them the last time he was here."

	"Oh, let me guess, he knows Dirty Harry or something. Holly,
get it through your head. I did not come in here screaming call 9-1-
fucking 1. I did not yell get a cop, I asked you if you had something
I could wear so that I can go to my car and get my luggage and change,
after all the next guy I meet in that damned lift may not be so nice.
Ok? Ok!"

	Holly pointed toward her closet. "And she thinks John is
nuts?"

	"I heard that Holly, I heard that." I changed into one of her
dresses, didn't bother with underwear, and went back downstairs to my
car. The driver's door was unlocked. I knew that I had locked it so I
was pretty surprised. I looked in, just to make sure there were no
weirdos in the back seat. Only my purse sitting on the floor on the
driver's side. Oh, shit, I thought. My purse. I opened it up,
everything seemed to be there. Money, credit cards, keys. It was all
there. Whew. I picked it up, got my suitcase out of the hatch and went
back up to Holly's.

	After she let me back in, I changed and hauled my suitcase
into her guest bedroom. Part of me was glad that she was staying in
town tonight, I don't think I could have faced her kids right now.
Company housing or something. She rated because she was some kind of
executive. That way she didn't have to drive all the way out if she
worked late. "Holly, didn't you say Nakatomi needed a new accountant?
I think I might like living in L.A."

	She threw a pillow at me. "You are far more certifiable than
John. You DO know that, right?"

	"Right. Me, certifiable. John, merely nuts. Got it. Or is it
that John merely has nuts? That was why you married him wasn't it?"

	"Yeah."

	"Good night." I dumped my purse out to put the contents back
in order. Picked up my card case, it dawned on me that interviewing at
a Japanese company, I had better damned well have my business cards
with me. I opened the case to see how many I had left. Grey? My cards
are white. What the hell? Security Consultations, Inc., an L.A.
address, a phone number and a name. Erik Gruber. They told me the
truth, they actually had the balls to tell me the truth. I turned it
over. Oh, shit, oh, hell, oh my goodness. 555-2919 Simon.

	Tonight I sleep peacefully with their cum dripping down my
thighs and the delicious taste of Simon in my mouth. I think I'll
bathe in the morning, maybe.

	Tomorrow I make the phone call.

	And I'll even call Nakatomi, I'll probably be on the payroll
in time to be introduced at that Christmas party Holly's been bragging
about.

			    Chapter Two 
			  The Phone Call

	I made the call, set up the interview with Nakatomi, went to
the mall to do some shopping and put a few grand on a credit card
buying interview clothes (who packs this stuff on holiday, after all)
and other stuff I'd need until I could get my New York stuff packed
and shipped. I ordered some extra Japanese translated business cards
at an overnight printer. Stopped to eat, then I bought something very
nice for myself. A fire-engine-red slip-dress. Short. Real silk.
Expensive as hell. New red shoes and real stockings. I'd sworn off
pantyhose, they can be a bitch.

	Holly introduced me to the buying committee in the condo her
company housing was in and I to her surprise I bought the penthouse,
which had just been vacated. The owners were getting a divorce and had
to sell to divide the profit. They even left the furniture, not my
taste, but I could live in it until I bought new stuff. Holly knew I
had money, but she wasn't sure about the penthouse. She figured that
if I got the Nakatomi job, they might foot part of the bill as moving
expenses for me and I could afford it, but she worried that if for
some reason I didn't get the job I'd be stuck. I assured her I could
"make the payments"

	I didn't have the heart to tell her I paid cash in full and
the monthly assessment wasn't all that much, especially since the
former owners had already paid the special assessment to repair the
lifts. I smiled inwardly. Ah, guards rarely investigate something they
think is broken, especially since no one picked up the call phone or
used the alarm button. Since there are no cameras in the lifts, they
probably thought it was stuck, but empty, lucky for me. Good thing,
this happened now, it seems they had voted to put in cameras when they
did the repairs. Whew. Great for security, but lousy for privacy. But
then the penthouse has its own lift, and I'll be damned if I'll let
them put a camera in it. At the entrances maybe, it only stops on a
few public access floors: the pool, lobby, etc. but no way a camera
inside it. I find that I like stuck lifts occasionally.

	When Holly said Nakatomi needed an accountant, it sounded more
like Assistant Comptroller for the North American division. Vice
President sort of stuff. Money and perks, as if I really needed
either.

	I moved my rental car into one of the spaces assigned to my
apartment. Then I packed up my stuff from Holly's, picked up my keys
and a member of the Security Company showed me how to change the codes
in the alarm system. I called the phone company from my cell-phone and
made an appointment for them turn on the phones. I called the printer
and gave him my new address and phone number for some letterhead and
envelopes. They said they'd deliver my order, including the new
business cards. I love that sort of thing, so convenient. I also
called the desk in the lobby to authorise letting in the phone man.
Then I tried out the penthouse lift. Gosh, I cannot believe this,
Mariele will think this is so damned ostentatious. A private lift with
an upholstered bench. It looks like something out of one of those old
movies. Fancy paneling and brass buttons. But oh, what I want to do on
that bench. I will never look at a lift in quite the same way ever
again.

	I came back upstairs and I made the OTHER call. Got the
machine. "Hi, you remember me, this is Laneille. Call me. 555-...
beep... "

	"Hold on a bloody minute." I recognised the voice and it
wasn't Simon, it was Hans. "Hey, Simon, it's your new girlfriend," he
laughed.

	"Give me the damned phone and keep your nose out of it." I
heard him take up the phone. "Little brother is so uncouth. Hello
dear, I knew you'd call. Where are you?"

	I told him that I had moved into the building I had met him
in. He said wait, he'd pick me up in the garage. I changed into the
red dress, stockings and shoes. Just the red dress, stockings, and
shoes. Went downstairs to the garage. About a half hour later the
Mercedes pulled up, the same guy driving. Long, strong fingers gripped
the wheel. Those hands could kill, I just knew it. Dressed all in
black and wearing jeans that were even tighter than what Hans was
wearing when I met them the first time. And he was twice Hans' size.
Easily comparable to Simon. Big. Hot-looking. Scary looking. Simon
spoke first. "Oh, yes, Laneille, I should introduce you to my Uncle.
Uncle Edward, this is the lady you missed over the weekend. Pity, you
should have been there."

	Edward spoke, low voiced, I had to strain to hear him, lean in
closer to understand. "Yes. Pity. Well I am here now, aren't I?" I
gasped. Oh, my, another one? Three was exhausting enough, but this
one... He just might be a few all by himself.

	Simon laughed. "Yes, yes, you'll get your turn. She's a
regular little slut, this one is. Right dear?"

	"Yes," I sighed "definitely."

	Edward looked at me, the same ice eyes as the rest of the
clan. "Definitely what, dear? What exactly are you, dear?" dripping
heat, lust, and menace.

	"Um... "

	"Well? Simon she's not very responsive, doesn't make you look
too good. I asked her a question. She can talk can't she?"

	Simon frowned. I started again "Yes, definitely Simon's slut.
Very definitely."

	Edward laughed so hard he nearly hit his head on the roof of
the car. "Oh, Simon, this is too damned delicious. Not just any slut,
you've found. You've managed to... " he laughed again. "Oh, God, wait
until I tell my brother this one. He thinks he was in charge that
night. Oh, shit, Simon, he's going to kill you. Your slut indeed. This
is too much. Shall we test this idea a bit. You drive." Edward got
into the back seat. "Tell her to get back here and make me happy,
Simon. She owes me. If I hadn't had to drive that night, I'd have had
her first, and she'd be mine, not yours, believe me."

	"No, I don't think so. You're not quite my type Uncle Edward,
dear. But then I may know someone for you. I definitely belong to
Simon. I do however have a sister in New York. She might like a job
out here. You wouldn't know someone who would hire her would you?"
Then I looked back at Simon, making sure that he wanted me to be nice
to Uncle. He nodded. I reached for Edward's belt and undid it. Slid
his incredible cock out of his trousers, knelt in the well between the
seats, his thighs spread wide enough to accommodate my shoulders and
bent over his lap. Simon smiled. He knew I had a mouth on me. He knew
I would make up for the fact that Edward had missed the lift escapade.

	Even though he wasn't fully hard yet, he was impressive. I
looked up to see a faint smile playing at the corners of his mouth. I
had never seen a cock like this on a man so thin. Simon wanted me to
do this so do it I would. I licked my lips in anticipation of what I
hoped Simon's reaction would be later, and leaned into Edward's lap. I
could tell he was deliberately keeping calm to prolong the experience.

	I moved myself down, slowly taking all of him, then letting my
tongue start in on him, as I slowly increased pressure near his base,
like a human vacuum cleaner. He grew rapidly in size, and my pulse
quickened. His hands were resting at his sides, yet I was getting as
hot as if he were Simon and was fondling my breasts with one hand, and
plunging between my thighs with the other. If this is what listening
to Simon does for me... oh, my.

	I started moving my head up and down, and he had grown fully
erect now. Breathing was a difficult thing, but I was too worked up to
care. I could feel his body respond, even though his face betrayed
nothing, what little of it I saw between thrusts. I began to tighten
my lips around him, and move slightly faster.

	I could hear and feel him breathing faster, his hips pushing
up ever so slightly against me. I risked a look. His eyes were closed,
his fists clenched. I knew he was close. Good. So was I... I moved
faster now, moaning slightly as I felt my thighs begin to get wet as
they always did just before I came, Edward didn't know it, but the
thought of doing this for Simon was driving me crazy. Somehow though,
I was determined to make him cum first. I increased pressure, relaxed
my throat, and rammed my face straight down.

	"... ahhhh... " was the only sound he made as he came. I
almost missed the noise, I was too busy trying not to drown. It seemed
to go on forever, and his legs had locked my head in place, but
suddenly, the pressure eased, outside and in, and I lifted my head up.
He had one or two beads of sweat on his face and I felt like I was in
a sauna, but damn-all, it was worth it! He nodded his head slightly to
indicate I should clean him up. I didn't lift my head from Edward's
lap until Simon was pulling into the driveway of the family house.
Wiping Edward's cum from the sides of my mouth I walked into the house
behind Simon. Edward stayed behind long enough to fasten his jeans.

	As I walked in the door, Hans grabbed me and slid his hand up
my skirt, smiling when he felt the tops of my stockings and nothing
else. His mouth came down on mine so hard, I gasped. He had knocked
the breath out of me. He parted my lips with his tongue and kissed the
breath out of me again. I raised my hands up his back and ran them
through his hair, I slipped my thigh between his legs and rubbed up
against him. He smiled, and lifting me up effortlessly, he passed me
over to Erik, who also kissed and fondled me, sliding his hand up
between my legs and slipping his fingers into my pussy. I writhed
against daddy's hand. While I was in his father's arms, Hans came up
behind me and slid his hands down the front of my dress, pinching my
nipples. Oh God, the sensation of his hands on me, I was still bruised
from our previous encounter. I shuddered. Hans reached up and pulled
pins out of my hair (I wrote a mental reminder, "hair down, silly
girl.") I gasped against his father's probing hand. Simon reached up
between them and caressed the back of my neck just as he had in the
lift. I came, and then I practically swooned into Erik's arms, when
reminded of Simon down my throat. Not completely sure of the cause of
my distress, he thought me sturdy enough to cum while standing up,
Erik asked "Drink, dear? Would you like something to drink?"

	Hans smiled and walked over to the bar, and dropped the
hairpins in an ashtray. Edward looked at Simon and they both broke out
laughing. "Drink indeed," he said. "Brother, dear, the only thing this
girl really wants to drink is Simon. Indulge her nephew, why don't
you."

	"Hmm." Simon sat down in an armchair, and planted his feet
wide. He beckoned. I moved like I was possessed. Before Edward had
stopped laughing my face was between Simon's thighs, and that strong
hand was gripping the back of my neck. Suddenly his cock was so far
down my throat, I was choking. I hadn't had a chance to catch my
breath.

	"What a way to die, eh, dear?" This from Edward. "Let her up
Simon, before we have to dispose of the body." Simon laughed, he
though it was funny. It scared me though, because Edward had sounded
so damned serious.

	He released my head, I waited, counted to three, still impaled
by his hardness, slowly, I raised my head and gulped air. "If you
ever have a reason to want me dead," I joked "Edward's right, this is a
hell of a way to choke to death." I smiled, licked my lips, looked
back at Simon, "I think I have a drink coming to me." Simon guided my
head back to his lap, grinning at his uncle.

	"Really now Edward, that would be an unfortunate waste of a
pretty girl, don't you think. Be nice to Edward dear, you still owe
him."

	I raised myself up from sitting on my heels so that my arse
was clearly visible to the men in the room. Edward wasn't about to
wait for a more formal invitation than that. I almost immediately felt
harsh denim against my legs and what had to be the second largest cock
in the room ram into me without preamble or warning. God, he was huge
and every thrust forced my face harder against Simon, and Simon deeper
down my throat.

	I had taken it behind before, but never with so little
warning, or so much cock. The intrusion was painful, but washing away
before the pleasure building in me. Simon was running his hands
through my hair, occasionally guiding my head into him, with that neck
bruising grip of his, while Edward ran long fingered hands around my
waist, and pushed my dress further out of the way. My balance shifted
slightly to take his deep thrusts without letting go of Simon, which
made my body arch between the two men. Edward's hands pulled the
straps off my shoulders, and enclosed my breasts, with my bruised
nipples hardening between his viselike fingers. I was having even more
trouble breathing now.

	Simon was leaning back now, really enjoying the effect I had
on Edward. That made me have to move further forward into him, and
further back into Edward's waiting gift to my rear end. It reached the
point where I was rocking back and forth between them, with Simon
seated in front of me, and Edward kneeling behind, in my behind.

	They came together. Remembering the last time, Simon raised
his hand off my neck so I could pull back and taste him. It was
ecstasy drinking one, feeling the other run down my legs, mixing with
my own juices. I nearly collapsed, but the two men were holding me up.

	"Mmmmm. Absolutely delicious. Best drink I've ever had. Sorry
Uncle Edward, but I don't think Simon would want me to lie."

	Edward slapped me on the arse, hard, and laughed. "Simon, you
certainly have a live one here. Lucky man. You said you had a sister,
dear? Tell me about her. Tell me about you for that matter, exactly
how did you come to belong to my dear nephew Simon?"

	Simon lifted my head up off his lap, pulling me off Edward,
and onto my feet, he led me to a chair, where I sank gratefully. I
couldn't believe this family, and I was getting all the benefit! I
willed my body to recover quickly so I could do some more of this. It
couldn't happen soon enough.

	Simon did up his trousers. He was the only man I had ever seen
who could remain completely neat at a time like this. Edward noticed
me staring. "Its amazing isn't it. Man never gets messy. Cannot
understand it. I did however, ask you a question dear. Simon tell her
to answer so she doesn't have to sit there waiting for your
permission. Haven't you got her number yet?"

	Simon nodded.

	"Okay. I'm Laneille Hartmann from New York, via lots of
places. I'm a CPA and an investment broker. I came here on holiday and
stopped on my way to the airport to visit a friend of mine who
happened to live in the building these gentlemen were visiting. We met
in a lift, they introduced themselves, I decided to stay out here and
the rest is history. As for my sister. Well Mariele is a defence
attorney, I think she would like you Edward. When she's not in court,
she likes riding her motorcycle in insane places, skydiving, skiing
and other interesting pursuits. A terrific risk taker, sounds like
just your type. She also likes dressing in black and looks as good as
you do in it. You two would make quite a pair. So lets see. One for
Simon, one for Edward, and we'll all keep Hans & Erik happy together.
Or maybe sis has a friend for them. Personally, I think they're both
incredibly great fucks, so if Simon doesn't mind, I'll keep them
satisfied too."

	"Simon doesn't mind, as long as you remember where your mouth
belongs, you can keep the whole damned family happy by yourself if you
want to."

	"Yum, yum," I smiled at him.

	Edward nodded. "So do you want to call New York?" He led me to
an office and pointed to the phone.

	"Sure," I dialed, thinking to myself, please answer kid, don't
have the machine on, this is the chance of your life. "Hey Mari, it's
me. Have I got news for you, our troubles are over, the problem is
solved. Hol says her company may have a job for me come New Year's,
and it looks like I can get work for you as well. You are still
licenced out here right? Good. Hol also found us a great place in the
building her company house is in. Terrific split-level penthouse,
more than room enough for both of us as usual. Besides which, even
without the Nakatomi job, we can afford California on our investments
anyway.

	"Oh, and have I met the guy of your dreams. Black denim jeans,
painted on so close that it must take an hour to get out of them. Arms
to die for, and hands you would kill to have between your legs. Trust
me dear. This man is fantastic and just your type. When he's not
riding an amazing motorcycle, he has a Mercedes. Loads of class.
Listen, I'm going to stay out here whether you move out or not. Yes,
dammit, he has a brother for me, and two nephews also. No, I'm not
crazy, ok, I met them in a lift. Was the fuck of my life, believe me.

	"Are you coming out here or not? Good. Call me when you get
your flight plan, I have the cell-phone with me. Oh, and our new address
is... They turn on the phone tomorrow and it will be 555-... I knew
you'd come, you're already on the deed. If you get there when I'm not
home, I'll leave your key with the guard downstairs, oh and, I
programmed our usual 4 digit into the security system temporarily
until we can come up with another number out here. The box is to the
right of the front door."

	I turned back toward Edward and smiled, "She's coming out here
as soon as she can get our business in N.Y. sorted out and our stuff
packed up. Where did you put my purse, I can show you a picture if you
want, or you can just wait and be surprised at the airport."

	Edward looked me over "I might be able to wait. That is if you
can keep me happy 'til she gets here." He grinned wickedly. I smiled.

	Simon walked in, tapped Edward on the shoulder. "Uncle, dear,
this one belongs to me, remember that, and do NOT tick me off, or you
won't get any. Right dear?"

	"Right."

	Edward laughed. "You are much too much sometimes Simon. But we
have had our fun this afternoon. Our poor brothers on the other hand
seem lonely. All that watching must have driven Hans crazier than he
already is." He smiled devilishly.

	Simon nodded. "Hans, why don't you take the girl upstairs,
Edward and I need to talk with Father anyway."

	Hans grabbed me by the hand and started walking upstairs. I
had to practically run to keep up with his long-legged stride. I
looked back at Simon as if to ask "anything I shouldn't do?"

	Simon said "Make my little brother VERY happy dear."