Ms. Terri was a woman who had to get even.
Thighs resting on Marke's shoulder and in a half-crunch position as she pulled Marke's arm through her legs to steady herself and suckled on his middle finger with their gazes clashing.
Having witnessed his restraint, Kein dragged her ass forward, shaft poking at her thighs.
To her surprise, however, instead of going along, Marke pulled himself back, leaving her mouth with nothing to coil her tongue around, got up from between her thighs, and crouched down to her right, a cool yet arousing sensation coursing his body, causing her to relax.
Marke tossed the bikini top barely clinging onto her breasts away into the pill, breasts sitting like water balloons topped with dark nipples.
His cock twitched for the umpteenth time, the arousing sight of their bodies and Mia playing with herself enticing him to dive in.
Ignore it.
Marke turned his gaze to the ceiling, pristine white with LED lights embedded.
His fingers moved along memories provided by the system, going from her shoulder to her collarbones, skipping her breasts entirely, and to her sides. The woman moaned and made a lot less noise than Mia. However, the movement of her body spoke a lot more than she did.
The woman's divine body jerked underneath him, staring up at him with a steeled gaze, lips clamped shut.
[Profession Point: 3]
A tug on his shaft caused him to whip his head.
Ms. Terri had grabbed his shaft, palm pressing against his phallus, and raked her fingers from halfway down his length to the tip, fingers closing in around his urethra, then repeating.
The woman was no masseuse, but her technique was impeccable.
Just as he attempted to pull away, she gripped his shaft, holding him in place.
"Nuh-uh." The woman smiled shakily, gasping for air.
The woman was a nuisance.
You want to be put in your place? Fine by me. Just 1 point, and you'll see.
"Was it that good?" Mia mocked, imitating her earlier question with wide eyes. "Hey, Kein, how good is it?" She asked, crawling closer like a soldier under barbed wire, her hand still on her muff. A warrior was what she was. Shameless, yet a warrior nonetheless.
Her body turned towards the pool, and head perched on her free right arm in an uncomfortable position, the woman smiled at her friend.
"It's," Kein opened her mouth, only to take several sharp breaths after the first word, "fine." She swallowed.
"How has our masseur got you acting like a bit*h in heat then? If it's, Mia air quoted, "just fine."
"You're still rubbing yourself, you dumb hoe," Kein responded, eyelids fluttering as Marke, with his thumbs inserted between the index and middle fingers, pressed until he felt the muscles in her glute and applied pressure.
Her hips jerked, teeth clenching as she tried to hold back the sounds, only to groan like giving birth a second later, teeth white, pristine, and symmetrical under the white lipstick.
[Profession Point: 4] And one more stat point.
Marke felt a smug satisfaction take him—making a woman such as Ms. Terri, deliberately annoying, cum like a hose was an accomplishment.
That was enough. Inhaling a prolonged breath to prepare himself for his sandwich, he stared at the both of them. "Get over her, Mia," he ordered, pointing at Kein. "Now."
Eager as Mia was, she happily acquiesced, finally taking her right hand out of her panties, getting up, straddling Kein, and sitting down on her abs.
"I can feel it pulsating," the woman teased, breasts topped with nipples like dots drawn from a pen, standing erect, pink and succulent, the forehead and the area below her neck covered with perspiration.
Ms. Terri, finally settling down after the release, opened her eyes, her abdomen rising and falling.
"Ladies, are we all on the same page here?" Marke asked to make sure. "We are having a threesome." He looked to them for approval.
Mia turned around, giggling. "Of course. I didn't think it was the plan initia- Ow!"
Ms. Terri had pinched her nipples, glaring.
Whatever the message transmitted, Mia got it, scrunching her nose at Kein and covering her nipples.
"Yes." Ms. Terri answered. "From the both of us."
A wide grin split Marke's face in half. "Mia, lay down on her."
"Aye, aye." Mia leaned down, nipples grazing nipples, breasts squishing against breasts, and Mia's lips hovering right over Ms. Terri.
They were in the perfect position for what he had in mind.
It's time, general. He stood up, stretching his neck. The loss of stamina hadn't affected him much since he had invested two more stat points just earlier after using Cold Touch.
They're already like this with Cold Touch. He thought, noting Ms. Terri set her palms on Mia's buttocks, nails dragging across the surface and leaving white trails on the supple creamy skin. What will they be like when I use the other? The visual of the two women coiled like snakes around each other's bodies emerged in his mind.
Marke stepped over Ms. Terri's splayed-out arms and walked around, standing buck-naked before their two faces, towards his glorious shaft, ready to take them to pound town.
The both of them could see his balls, red and engorged, from their positions.
Under their gazes, Marke lowered himself to his knees, holding the base of his shaft and not allowing it to fall on Ms. Terri's face. Her hot breaths against his skin caused pre-cum to leak, Mia staring absentmindedly at the dollop of arousal.
"Go ahead, Mia," he encouraged, setting a hand on her head and guiding it toward his shaft.
He lowered his shaft a tiny bit, just inches apart from Ms. Terri's lips, his balls just hanging over her forehead, as Mia's too stopped just a short distance away from his phallus, hot breaths from both directions clashing against his shaft, bringing him much pleasure, the anticipation of what was to come next unbearable, causing his heart to speed up.
He had endured.
Facing these two babes, more than willing and ready and desperate to get a piece of him, he had endured, fighting a battle with himself, and had ultimately emerged victorious, netting himself 4 profession points and remaining a professional.
Maybe they were disdainful because he had been called here to only satisfy their needs. But, it didn't matter.
He had gotten what he wanted. Without cheating. Without lying. With no extra strings attached. And after this, there would be a hefty check waiting for him.
For the moment, it was all good. No reminders of Ola, nor of Ms. Ann.
He was going to enjoy himself now.