Jan Springer: The Pleasure Girl

She had to admit she’d thinned since last wearing it several years ago, but the black, clingy halter top really enhanced her breasts, and the bottom half of the dress was a billowy, ankle-length ball gown.

That she stood in her kitchen wearing the dress, in her bare feet, peeling carrots for the men’s supper, was odd. But, hey, she was being paid big bucks to follow his orders, so if he wanted her wearing something pretty, then that’s what she would do. She just hoped Logan liked the dress.

Her heart fluttered as the screen door creaked open. She swallowed as his footsteps halted abruptly. When he didn’t come inside, she dared a look over her shoulder and her insides went all wobbly at the primal way he gazed at her. Like he was the predator and she was his for the taking. He let out a low whistle and nodded his head, “Nice. Very nice,” he said softly, his voice drenched with approval.

She swallowed and returned her attention to peeling the carrots, her heart pounding with wicked abandon as he let the screen door shut behind him. He sauntered behind her, and she inhaled softly as his hot palms nestled on her hips, his face nuzzling her neck, the sharp bristles of his shadow rubbing erotically against her skin.

“You look so delicious I could just eat you up,” he muttered. “Keep peeling those carrots. I want to watch.”

“First a foot fetish and now a peeling fetish?” she teased.

“Not a peeling fetish. A certain woman fetish.”

Her? Oh, my.

“A man of many tastes.” She grinned and kept peeling while he nuzzled her neck. She could definitely feel the hard bulge of his cock as he ground against her backside. It was an erotic rhythm. Sultry, full of promise that she would receive a hot evening of sex with him.

“How are the guys?”

Just mentioning them made her quiver as she remembered the wild sex in the living room. Oh, dear, her cheeks were warming up again. Not good.

She refocused her thoughts to what she’d noticed earlier when she’d watched from the window as Logan had joined the other two in the yard. As Logan had talked with them, she’d noticed the two men’s easygoing stances become instantly tense and alert. Obviously they hadn’t known about the sheriff until they’d been told he’d been here.

“They’ll be in after washing up, I’m sure.” He leaned his lower half against her, pressing his cock against her ass much in the same way he’d done yesterday evening. She trembled as he sucked her left earlobe into his mouth.

“Whoa, there, big boy,” she breathed.

Gosh, the intoxicating way his tongue licked her flesh had her dropping the paring knife again. It clattered to the counter. She moaned, giving up control and melting into the erotic sensations sweeping through her. Leaning back against him, she thoroughly enjoying the way his hands tangled with hers and the seductive way he nibbled and sucked her lobe. Who knew a man’s mouth could feel so erotic.

Suddenly he let go and drew away, his breathing harsh and raspy, and that’s when she heard the other men stomping up the stairs. Bummer.

“To be continued later,” he promised in a low voice, and stepped away from her, quickly taking a seat at the table.

Spencer and Cassidy were joking amiably as they entered. But when they saw her, Teyla read the fire flaring in their eyes. Saw their need for more sex. Her pussy creamed. She swallowed, forced herself to look away and return to her carrots.

“Good evening, gentlemen, are you hungry?” she called out, trying really hard to act normal and ignore the insistent flare of heat hugging her cheeks and body as she dropped the carrots into the boiling water.

“Ravenous,” Spencer chuckled.

“Starving,” Cassidy growled.

By the low tone of their voices, she knew they weren’t speaking about dinner but about her. Logan obviously picked up on it, too.

“Since you boys are in such a domestic mood, why don’t you both set the table?” he advised from his perch, obviously a bit irritated at the two of them being disturbed.

“Now that’s an idea,” Cassidy replied, and before she knew it, the two men were fighting over gathering the dinner plates from the nearby cupboard. Cassidy won and he moved with a grace she’d not seen in a man before. He reminded her of a cougar quietly stalking his prey. As if sensing her watching him, he glanced at her and winked before taking the plates and glasses back to the table.

Spencer asked where he could find the utensils and his gaze snapped like wildfire as he also gave her a longing look before reaching into the drawer she’d indicated. As he moved away, she blew out a tense and totally hot breath and remembered yet again how the three men had taken her earlier.

And now she was preparing dinner for them. She should be more embarrassed than this, shouldn’t she? Having sex with three guys wasn’t normal for her, so why was she so…well, calm wouldn’t be the right word. Excited. Aroused. Needy. Wanting more menages sounded about right.

“They fixed the greenhouse door for you,” Logan said. She heard amusement as well as pride in his voice at his announcement.

“Ah, come on, Log. We wanted it to be a surprise for her. We were going to show her after dinner,” Spencer complained as he reached for an oil lamp on a nearby shelf and brought it down, readying it for later.

Teyla hadn’t even realized it was already getting dark outside again. My, oh, my. The day had gone by fast.

As she watched the two strangers setting the table, she once again warmed to the memories of what had transpired earlier with the four of them. Her on the bed, naked, strange men touching her, massaging her breasts, her clit. Kissing her. Moving her into the living room. Her ass impaled by Logan. Being triple-penetrated and all that naughty sex.

Oh my gosh. Three men fucking her. She couldn’t get over it! And now all of them acting like one big happy family, setting the table. Except the entire time she watched the family scene unfolding, she became very aware of Logan’s gaze on her. Very aware, indeed.

Even from here at the counter, she could smell him as she cut up more vegetables that she’d harvested from her greenhouse a couple of days ago. She tossed the carrots into the pot.

Logan smelled like sex and desperation and bubble bath. Gosh, she couldn’t believe she’d had foot sex in her bathtub, with bubbles and a man. Every time she looked at the tub she’d think of their afternoon together. Gosh, it was getting so hot in here. With the back of her hand, she brushed away the whisper of perspiration blossoming across her forehead and looked up to find Logan still watching her.

The intensity of his gaze made her tummy do some wonderful little flip-flops, and she wished she and Logan had met under other circumstances. Things would have been so different. Instead of being a pleasure girl to him he would have taken her out for coffee or dinner and a movie. Sex would have followed a little later on when the attraction could no longer be denied. Then the scorching menages would have begun because it was obvious to her he enjoyed sharing her.

She sighed and smiled at Logan, who in turn winked at her. Well, no use in dreaming about what could have been. Things just were.

Logan was impressed at the men’s behavior toward Teyla. With other women who’d serviced them, Cassidy and Spencer had been their usual loud, cheerful selves. But tonight, both men minded their manners. Calling her ma’am and politely asking each other to pass this or that. By the time supper ended, he couldn’t stop himself from beaming or admitting to himself that his two partners in crime had never behaved better. Then, all too soon, reality came crashing in around Logan. He felt as if the weight of the world had once again settled on his shoulders when Spencer asked Teyla the question he knew should have been brought up much earlier. But once again, they’d let their guards down while enjoying a home cooked meal.