Behind Blue Eyes

When the weather gets nasty, most girls tend to stick together. That's why Miho was staying at Gail's apartment. At least, that's what I'm assuming. As we take the elevator up to the dominatrix's room, we don't say I word. Beind in a bone-dry building tends to make you feel even wetter than you did outside. I reach into my hip pocket to find a soggy carton of cigarettes. I note the "No smoking" sign on one of the walls and ignore it. The cigarette is floppy and damp; I doubt it'll light.

It's taking a while. She must live on one of the upper floors. It probably feels longer just because of how nervous I feel. I'm in a small room with two dripping wet whores, how do you think I'm gonna feel? It's taking everything I have not to act out on all these fantasies rushing through my head.

The elevator stops. Thank God. Her apartment's spacious and well-furnished; obviously she rakes in the cash. The two beauties go to the living room while I venture to the kitchen. Gail starts talking to Miho but out of respect I choose not to listen. I remove my black fedora and flip it upside down over the sink, watching the rain fall from the rim. Damn rain... I take my trench coat off, put it on the coat hanger. Left in a drenched black wife-beater, enormous black jeans, and my kinky accessories.

"So what's your name?"

Gail's calling me from the livingroom. I go there and lean against the wall. Gail's in an arm chair, Miho's spread out on the couch. Both are in very sexy poses. It makes ya wonder if this was just natural for them if they were intentionally teasing me. I gather my wits before replying "'m Dante."

"Well, Dante, have a seat." She smirks up at me, and I can only arch a slender, pierced brow. I averted my gaze to Miho. Every time our eyes met I felt an intensity that threatened to drive me insane. She didn't have to speak. The sensuality of Gail's silky purrs had the same affect on me as Miho's stare.

I hook my thumbs into my hip pockets. "I'm all set." A shrug.

A moment of silence. Gail looks like she's plotting. Miho... I'm not entirely sure...

"You look soaked, darling. You should get out of those wet clothes..."

As if she has clothes that I can change into that would keep me warm. "I'm all set," I say again.

"Well, fine. Catch a cold, baby, be my guest. Miho and I aren't quite as stupid." And in that instant, I realized Gail hadn't meant to offer me clothes in the first place. Her and Miho stand up and begin to strip. Right in front of me in the middle of the living room. Miho removes her blue oriental top, then her red bra, revealing the soft breast I admit to fantasizing about. As she goes to slip off her pants I switch my attention to Gail. While Miho's movements are more fluid and sensual, Gail is blunt and harsh. No beating around the bush, except in a more literal term. She would beat me senseless in a moment of passion.

The two are practically total opposites. And I have both standing in front of me, completely naked. Who can complain?

Instead of saying anything, they just eye me expectantly. I gotta keep my cool, or at least put up a front. I keep a somewhat cocky expression on my face as I pull my wifebeater over my head. Oh yes, I'm so hardcore, not even wearing a bra. I'm not the most girly person you'll ever meet. My jeans are so baggy that just unbuttoning them leads to them going straight to my ankles along with my boxers.

Gail grabs my leash and yanks me against her before I even have time to blink. She forces me into a violent kiss, her skilled tongue getting reactions out of me I never new a mere kiss could. Miho presses against me from behind, her slender fingers trailing along my skin. Inbetween to wack-ass, slippery, stunning woman. Who can fucking complain?

Miho slips her hands between me and Gail to make contact with my tits. I gasp against Gail's mouth and the dominatrix pulls away slightly to move to my neck. Her hands, so much rougher than Miho's, go between me and the oriental to grasp at my ass, her vicious nails digging into my flesh. I can hardly even comprehend this is happening to me, let alone react. All I can do is enjoy it. I'll return the favors when I can think again.

Gail pulls me by my leash to the couch and shoves me down. Not wasting any time, she spreads my legs and begins to lick. Miho kisses me as she does this, still focusing on my tits. Her kiss is softer in comparison to Gail, but still fierce. And I could tell that this girl could be much more violent and dangerous than the woman between my legs.

The night goes on and we don't stop till the sun's first rays began their futile attempts to push through the clouds. The best night of my life thus far. By the time it was over we knew each other's bodies better than our own. They fell asleep before me. I'm lying in Gail's bed with the girls at my sides. I stare up at the ceiling with half closed eyes and wonder what the morning would bring. Most prostitutes would leave you or kick you out. But I hadn't paid for this. Fuck, I didn't even ask for it. I suppose my body may have; they are quite experienced in their proffession and probably read the signs better than they could have read a book. But they offered this to me, I never asked for it out loud.

What will the morning bring...?