Gene Polanski, Male, 45

	- Business VP, husband of Tamara, father of Lauren, Finch, and Logan

	- Tanned beige skin, 6'1, 210lbs, short peppered grey-black hair

Victor Harrelman, Male, last 50s

	- Wealthy retired import/export trader

	- Tanned beige skin, 6'0, 195lbs, inch-long curly silver hair

Theresa Harrelman, Female, late 50s

	- Wealthy retired mathematician and investor

	- Dark-tan beige skin, 5'5, 130lbs, shoulder-length wavy silver-black hair

Holly, Female, 19

	- Companion to and 'researcher' for the Harrelmans.

	- Bronze-tanned skin, 5'1, 100lbs, straight shoulder-length straw-blonde hair

Two weeks went by too slowly for Gene. The meetings were as dull and lacking in value as he anticipated. He'd passed his evenings drinking in the bar and spending an occasional hour in the casinos. He lost a bit of money to slots, and a bit more to blackjack, but mostly he was there for the eye candy and the alcohol.

He'd spent another night that first week with Tina, again filling condoms in both her pussy and her ass. The young Asian woman seemed to enjoy being sodomized, but given how much he'd seen women do for a nice stack of cash, he couldn't tell whether he'd bought the pleasure or inspired it.

Gene really didn't care. It wasn't about seeing her pleasured. Not Tina, nor most of the other women he tended to meet away from home. He knew he didn't play fair and he didn't care. Tamara was his wife, the one he went above and beyond to please, and all he sought away from her was a good fuck and an orgasm. If she came, great, otherwise, he was just in it for himself. Some women got off on that, others quickly showed they were ready for him to finish, and that often turned him on enough to cum soon thereafter.

The second week in Vegas started like the first, only without Tina. She was off for the week, she said, was spending time with her sister and her mother in San Francisco. That, too, was fine with Gene. He was starting to like Tina, might have even gone down on her if she'd been around, something he usually saved for those women he especially liked, or those that had pussies so young and tight that he just had to taste them.

It wasn't that he didn't like eating pussy. He loved it, ate Tamara until she was sore from orgasming so much. A few others, too, he felt compelled to pleasure with his tongue, his lips.

But not workers. Not that they didn't deserve it, but usually, the girls wanted what Gene wanted: a quick, largely impersonal fuck that led to his paying them a nice sum of cash. The random hookups were not much different, though it really depended. He had a sweet pussy at home and usually just wanted the same thing he got from hookers, and he acknowledged he left a less-than positive impression on many women over the years.

Holly was different, and during his second week in Vegas, Gene knew from the first ten minutes in her presence that he wanted desperately to go down on her. Holly was straw-blonde, long hair to her shoulders, cheerleader smile and a calm but somewhat bubbly attitude. She was short, bubble butt, little makeup, no jewelry. She didn't need it.

He met her in a lounge a block from the hotel after enjoying a strip show in a half-full theater. Gene was drinking Johnnie Walker and getting a good buzz going. Holly was drunk, but the kind of drunk that said she was still mostly in control, someone used to drinking without acting like she'd never been there before.

She was with an older man and woman, an elegantly-dressed couple in their late 50s. She wore a rich, dark red dress and he a tuxedo. He held her arm as they walked, talking to the woman quietly, Holly trailing behind. The couple sat at a low table near where Gene leaned on the bar, eyeing a chunky redhead that had shot him smiles for the last half hour.

As the couple sat, Gene noticed Holly clearly for the first time. She, too, was dressed elegantly, a deep black dress, ruffled, swirling around her hips as they shifted, hugging her tight down to the bottom of her ass before flaring out into layers. Holly smiled at him before sitting, and shot Gene friendly glances for a time. He really wanted to approach her, but hed seen both the man and the woman take her hand several times and stroke it casually, slow, soft strokes while staring into the blonde's eyes.

It was a clearly an intimate display, and Gene expected Holly was more than just a friend. It shot holes in his opportunity, and he turned back to chat idly with the male bartender who talked about the baseball game showing on the screen behind him.

The couple came up to the bar together, stood quietly a moment until he turned to acknowledge them. Gene said, “hello, folks.”

“Hi. I'm Victor Harrelman.” The man's South African accent was familiar to Gene, two of his subordinates were originally from that nation. “My wife is Theresa.”

“Gene. Nice to meet you.” Gene took a shot at having some interesting company, thought he might at least get some nice smiles from Holly to remember when he fucked a random escort later that night. “Can I buy you two a drink?”

“How about we three? Our companion Holly would love for you to join us, if you're interested. And we'll be glad to buy the drinks. Hell, I own ten percent of this bar, your tab is on the house.”

Gene felt a bit odd. A total stranger offers to buy his drinks, says he owns equity in the bar, and wants to introduce me to his hot blonde 'companion?' Gene had seen less obvious scenarios for selling an escort. But Holly was a 10, and Gene figured it worth taking the shot even if the guy was lying and the bar tab was still very much unpaid.

He nodded to the man, said, “thanks, sure, I'd love to join you.”

Victor ordered a round as Theresa and I sat at the table. Holly introduced herself immediately, taking my hand and saying, “I'm Holly. I was hoping you would come on over.” She was American, screamed California beach bunny in everything but her dress. Probably no older than nineteen, Gene hoped she was legal. She looked young, though the dress aged her past his filters.

“Gene. Thanks, Holly, pleasure to join you. I hear Mr. Harrelman owns part of the bar.”

“'Victor', please. I'm not much of a mister!” Victor joined us with the drinks quickly, passing Gene another Johnnie Walker, Holly a shot of tequila, glass of orange juice, and what looked like a half-shot of grenadine. The blonde seemed to like her tequila sunrise deconstructed. Victor handed Theresa a clear bubbling drink in a Tom Collins glass, while the man himself settled in with a bottle of Gran Marnier and an empty rocks glass.

Holly flashed Gene a warm smile from five feet away. Her demeanor was calm. Despite her bubbling, exciting light blue eyes, Holly had an air of experience, confidence. Gene grew more turned on the longer he sat beside her.

They spent a long time in conversation before getting to why Gene had been invited over. Victor gave Gene a long tour of his life, how he'd met his third, “and final!” wife, Theresa fifteen years before. Victor made his money in the import-export business, moving goods around “over a hundred countries.” Theresa had run the mathematics department at an Ivy League school before working out a method for predicting risk in perishable goods trading which had paid off well.

They'd travelled for the last five years, buying interests in bars, casinos, yacht clubs, and, “even politicians!” and didn't plan to slow down anytime soon, heading off to Morocco before a month in Sri Lanka.

He finally asked Gene about himself. Gene had been half-listening to Victor while he caught Holly's eyes often. Her interest in him was palpable, and Gene wondered how Victor and Theresa seemed to not notice.

Gene responded by describing his family and a brief account of his career in the publishing industry. Theresa interrupted him after he mentioned his daughter and sons.

“Does it worry you, Gene, that your daughter might not make the conventional decisions in life?”

Gene had to think a moment before he responded. “I suppose. Like any father, I feel very protective of my children, and know that the less stressful paths are often the most conventional. But... I want her to choose her own path, with a little guidance when needed.”

She smiled, said, “I know what you mean. My daughter... chose her own path... Not the one I'd have chosen for her, but it is hers and she is happy. Do you know the name Romania Madison?”

Gene hesitated, “uh... the... porn actress Romania Madison?”

“I had a feeling. Yes, that's my daughter. Hard to believe, eh? Talking to the mother of a woman you've seen having sex for money? She's paid well, really, she needs no help from us. And she's happy. Again, not my path, but... I can't help but be happy for her. What would you do, Gene, if your daughter chose that path.”

Gene felt a little uncomfortable suddenly. His head was filled with scenarios, his daughter Lauren being intimate, seeing her face twisted in pleasure and discomfort, men and women tasting her, fingering her, making her cum. Gene had never had such thoughts before, never considered her that way, never thought of his little girl as anything other than that, despite the way her body had blossomed over the past couple of years.

When he didn't answer immediately, Holly saved him. “Geez, give the man a break. I don't think he wants to worry about his daughter doing porn unless that happens. How about I tell you why I wanted you to join us.”

Gene nodded and she continued. “I think you're hot, Gene, and I'd like to have sex with you while Victor and Theresa watch.”

Gene choked on his blended whisky. “uh... come again?”

“Yes, please.” Holly laughed at her own joke, Victor and Theresa joining her. “Listen, Gene. Seriously. Interested? I'll only offer once.”

“Uh, yeah. Absolutely. Sure.”

Victor spoke up. “Excellent. It is settled, then. Walk with us, we stay down at the Grand Oracle, top floor. I own a part of that, too. We'll talk as we walk. And I'll bring the Gran Marnier along.”

Victor waved to the bartender as they left, then took Theresa's hand, kissed it, then led us out of the bar and down to the brighter end of the street. Holly took Gene's hand confidently, matched his smile, and looked well pleased with herself.

Gene was very confused, and he half expected to be mugged. He smirked, a grim smile appearing, wondering if a hot little blonde really would be the death of him, as Tamara had once jokingly told him.

Victor talked over his shoulder to Gene, said, “Holly is no innocent beauty, though a beauty unlike any other, there is no doubt. She's a researcher, of sorts. A professional. Experienced, curious, very willing to enjoy what we suggest she try. See, Gene, we have an agreement. Holly is our girlfriend, our companion, she shares our bed, our loves, and our challenges. Theresa and I... we have a very strong sexual appetite, know what I mean?”

“I think so...”

Victor laughed, “I think maybe you think you do, but maybe not so much, huh? We have played with Holly in many ways, but we have not yet shared her with another man. She wants that very much, and Theresa and I want to watch.”

Gene said, “why me? I'm just any guy, really. Another businessman stuck making the most of a crappy business trip in Vegas. Another guy sitting at a crappy bar, no offense, drinking to pass the time.”

“No offense taken, it is a crappy bar, yes? But the drinks are strong and the noise not so much.”

“True. Why me, then?”

Holly cut in. “It was my decision. I saw you five days ago outside the convention center. I even got close enough to hear you when you ordered an escort... uh... Tina? Yeah, that's her name. She's very pretty. Too bad she's out of town this week.”

Gene stuttered, “sa—uh... you've been following me?”

She laughed lightly, squeezed his hand, “yes. I'm a researcher, didn't you hear Victor? I researched the man I wanted to join me in this, and I decided on you. You're handsome, you order expensive Asian prostitutes, and you look like you could be one of the few who could drink Victor under the table.”

Gene was speechless, unsure what to say. It was a lot to take in, but the alcohol kept him feeling smooth, and he drank from the bottle of Gran Marnier as Victor passed it around. He finally asked, “uh... Look, I hate to ask, but I gotta be sure, ok? How... how old are you?”

“Nineteen. Eleven days ago.”

“Wow. Ok...”

“Almost as young as your daughter, eh?”

Gene coughed and she quickly said, “Sorry, I know, sore subject. I just have a sick sense of humor. Ignore me.”

He recovered, said, “no, just... uh, I'm feeling pretty amazed, except... I can't stop feeling that you're about to kidnap me and steal my assets. This is too good to be true, and if my career has taught me anything, it is that you don't trust a sure thing with your life.”

Theresa leaned back and kissed his cheek, said, “dear, Gene. Yes, you will see soon. It is as we have described it. Here, this man knows us, yes?” She pointed to where Victor had walked forward and shook the hand of the doorman at the Grand Oracle. The man pointed back to Gene as if to give his approval for his admittance.

They entered the plush hotel hand-in-hand, led by Victor and Theresa doing the same. A sharp-dressed attendant ushered the foursome into a gold-trimmed elevator fitted with cushioned benches, a small champagne bar, and shots of various liquors chilling in an ice bath.

They stepped off into an even more audacious waiting area, full of snacks, perfumes, and more liquor. At Victor's suggestion, Gene snagged a small bottle of scotch and glasses for himself and Holly.

Theresa excused the older couple, suggested Holly and Gene get to know each other while they got ready. Gene wasn't certain what to talk about. Holly took charge.

“Does your wife know?”

“Wh-what?”

“That you like to order expensive hookers? I'm not judging you, just interested.”

“Y-yeah. She knows, we have a... well... wait... how do you know I'm married?”

“They're always married. Plus, you wear your ring enough to show tan lines, and I don't guess you for recently divorced. So, she knows how much?”

Gene explained the relationship, the rules, and couldn't stop staring as Holly removed her dress. She looked at him with an easy smile, “like?”

He looked over her body, covered only in lacy, see-through black panties and bra. He nodded, wanted to see more. Gene's cock was already warming up, and Holly noticed. “I see you do. Done anything like this before?”

Gene wasn't sure which 'this' she referred to. In all the years he'd and Tamara had been together, sharing relationships with others, he'd never been in a threesome or had sex while anyone else watched. He didn't think Tamara had either, if she'd always been honest about her experiences. He shook his head, said, “no, not... not with an audience. I see you have, yes?”

“Yes. With Victor and Theresa, obviously, and once or twice with other women. They've kept me on a short leash, in a sense. Curbed my freedom to see others. Not out of cruelty or malice, but to hone my skills with them. For three years, I've been with them, and I've seen and done more than you can imagine, I think.”

Gene froze. Three years with them... she was... fifteen? Sixteen? Jesus... “Three years, Holly, that means... you were...”

“Shh... details. Maybe another time. Tonight, though, I expect you'd like to join me on the bed, yes?”

Holly took his hand and led him into a room big enough for four normal hotel rooms. It was the master of master suites, complete with four king-sized beds, couches, antique cabinets, low-seated plush chairs, even two spas. One end was a three-foot deep pool connected to a large pool seen through the clear glass. Gene could see the lights of the city below and all around, the view from the room breathtaking.

Gene poured them shots, downed one, then another. He suddenly needed the courage. Despite his experience, he felt overwhelmed by Holly. She was too much, out of his league, too young and perfect and incredibly sexy for him to possibly get the opportunity. He fucked hookers, albeit expensive ones the last few years, and late-night barflies. Not perfect-10 beach bunnies with a sugar daddy and sugar momma. His dick began to retreat as his anxiety rose, and Gene almost panicked.

Holly dropped to her knees, pushed him back in a chair, rubbed his crotch through his pants. Her expert hands slid along his thighs, over his zipper, down his inseam. Holly didn't tease long, opening his pants and pulling out his flaccid penis.

She stroked him a moment before taking Gene's penis into her mouth. The nineteen-year old sucked like a professional. Her mouth moved in ways Gene had never experienced. She had him hard and throbbing in seconds, taking him deep in her throat, sucking him, using her lips to milk his length.

Victor and Theresa arrived as Gene relaxed and started to enjoy the teen's blowjob. The couple was naked, Victor's long, thick cock swinging, hard, balls jiggling below. Theresa's body had the look of someone who aged gracefully, with help. Breast implants had her boobs stiff but beautiful, a well-trimmed dark bush trailed down and disappeared where her slit started.

They sat on the bed a moment, watching, watching as Holly sucked Gene's cock. Then Theresa sank to her knees and sucked on Victor's raging boner. Gene had never been in the same room with anyone but a single partner, and though he was anxious, Holly's mouth kept him throbbing and turned on.

He had to taste her. Holly was that special, that unique, that young. He wanted her cunt in his mouth. Gene pulled her off his cock by grabbing her hair and raising his arms. Holly smiled wickedly at his technique. She let him lead her by the hair to the bed where he pushed her up and spread her thighs. Gene smelled Holly's arousal, the nineteen-year old's pussy smelled sweet, rich, pungent.

Gene yanked off her panties, and sank between her legs. Holly's little pink labia were swollen, wet. She was completely shaved, not a sign of stubble anywhere. Gene smelled her stronger, richer, her cunt sending him into shivers of arousal. He dove in.

Holly's pussy was sweet, salty, a creamy discharge coating her labia. Gene lapped it up, running his tongue into her vagina to suck at her juices. She moaned and rocked around his head as he tickled her clit, probed her cunt with his fingers.

She was tight, despite her admitted experience. One finger in, it stretched the blonde to take two. Gene circled her clit with his tongue, fingered her, slipped another into her ass without asking. Holly squealed and writhed, let him penetrate her butt, moaned, “he's fingering my pussy... fingering my ass... ohh... ohh, fuck... ohhh, fuck...”

Gene remembered that the other couple was in the room, could see them on the bed, doggy-style, Victor slamming his cock into Theresa from behind. They were both watching Gene eat Holly's pussy, and it turned him on tremendously.

Holly's body grew tense, closed up, her knees rose, her hips rocked up and down in rhythm with Gene's tongue. She held his head, grasped his hair, cried out, and orgasmed. Gene didn't let up, attacking her clit as she came, riding her waves as her body vibrated. He didn't let her stop, kept the waves coming, soon had her body arching and exploding quickly into a second orgasm.

She crashed back just as Gene rose over her, penis in hand. He brought the tip to her labia, and froze.

He'd forgotten the condom. He wanted to fuck Holly bareback desperately, but, he'd promised. He couldn't do it. He backed off and Holly eyed him oddly, panting. She saw him dig for his wallet, said, “you don't need one, Hon. I know you're clean, in more ways than one. Come... fuck me bareback.”

He almost did. Almost. He wanted it. His dick cried out for it. He'd tasted her pussy, felt her vagina with his fingers. She was tight, hot, incredibly slick, terribly young. He wanted to pump her full of cum.

But his wife won out. Gene tore into the wrapper and covered his cock. Holly looked disappointed a second before shrugging and preparing herself again for his penis. Gene took a few more licks between her legs, had her stirring once more as he eased into position over her.

Theresa was on her back on the bed, head next to Holly's body, her hands running over the young blonde's tits. Victor fucked her slowly, watching as Gene once more put his cock against Holly's labia. Gene pushed in.

Holly's tight, velvety pussy opened and welcomed his penis into it. Holly moaned, her hands shot up to hold Gene's shoulders as he penetrated her. He slid in fully, the teen taking his full length in one stroke.

She was hot, so tight, felt so wonderful underneath him. Unlike Tina, unlike most of the other one-nighters he'd bought in one way or another, Holly wasn't going to lay back and let Gene set the pace. Her hips rose to his, fell away, rose again, her body moving in waves to take him inside and push him out again, threatening to release his length before opening and accepting him into her depths once more.

The two fought for control, each trying to find the rhythm that made the other commit and orgasm. It became a mutual shudder, a two-person machine that found the nineteen-year old's pussy humming while Gene's cock swelled and threatened to release.

Gene locked eyes with the blonde, met her baby blues with arousal and intensity. He was sweating, as was she. Victor was bellowing out as he pounded into his wife, seemed to be squirting his load inside her pussy. Gene's body rose up, he slammed against Holly several times, and he came, powerful squirts of semen firing into the condom. Over and over he climaxed, moaning, shuddering, wishing and imagining he was filling her vagina with his seed.

Holly's body exploded as Gene's rocked, her cunt clenching, her hips rising, her legs wrapped around his waist. She came hard, mouth open in a silent scream that never quite hit her lips, her face twisted in pleasure and focus.

The two collapsed together, and for the first time, Gene kissed the girl. His penis throbbed sperm into the rubber, held tight in the teen's vagina.

Victor and Theresa were spent, lazily touching each other, smiles on their faces as they watched him slowly climb off the young blonde and pull off his condom. Gene saw a trash can and tossed the cum-filled rubber, sat down on the edge of the bed.

Holly's thighs closed slowly, then she rolled over, a serious smile on her face as she watched Victor and Theresa. She said, “I think you liked it, yes?”

Victor's voice was a boom. “Yes, bravo. I haven't felt Theresa cum like that in some time. Watching you be fucked is almost as delightful as fucking you, my dear Holly. Almost. Not quiet. But powerful and exciting, yes? Was it what you'd hoped for?”

Holly smiled at me, “yes. Though... I wanted you to cum in me, Gene. You could have, you know. It would have been ok.”

“Not ok with my wife, unfortunately. That's our deal. I told you that earlier.”

“I know. But I want what I want, and I still want you to cum in me.”

Gene thought fast, wishing to fulfill the act. “I'll... I'll need permission. Can't... tonight. Believe me... I want to, Holly... I... I want to. You're fantastic. Delicious. Unlike anyone I've ever been with.”

“The same. Too bad we leave for Morocco in a few hours. Want to go with us?”

Gene just shook his head, said, “can't. Business. And family, want to get home to them.”

“Yes. I understand. Perhaps we'll see each other again, soon, Gene. Soon. If they let me, of course.”

Victor chuckled, said, “don't let her convince you we hold her back. Most of the rules we enforce were her idea.”

They chatted lightly for a bit, no one covering up though Gene started to feel a little self-conscious after a few moments. He wanted to fuck Holly again, but it was clear that whatever it had been, it was over. Victor received a call that their luggage was already on the way to the airport where one of his private jets was waiting to take them to New York and then Morocco.

They escorted Gene down the elevator, and Holly walked him back to his hotel. She held his hand as they talked.

“How did you know?”

Holly replied, “know what?”

“That I'm clean. The name of the escort. All that. You know too much about me.”

“On the contrary, I know too little.”

“You're dodging the question.”

“I am.”

“Why all the 'research' to find someone to fuck? It doesn't make a lot of sense, though, I admit I'm still a bit drunk. Maybe I'm missing something.”

“More than you know... In due time, Gene, in due time. Right now, just enjoy what you received and be thankful. Finish your meetings and take your cock to your wife, make sure she knows how lucky you feel to have her. I'll find you again soon, Gene. Don't worry, you'll see me again. And thank you, I enjoyed myself tonight, and you.”

She sounded too mature to be nineteen. There were years of experience behind her words, decades of trial and error, practice and refinement. She'd controlled their conversation and left him feeling powerless in whatever relationship they had just formed.

Holly kissed him at the door to his room, pressed her body into him, pulled his hands around her to squeeze her ass hard. She pecked his cheek, smiled, and walked back to the elevator without another word.