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And it’s certainly not because she’s desperate, at least not for money.

Her folks are loaded, she is an only child in good standing on the home front, so she has nothing to worry about, financially.

But she wants her own fame and fortune and this is as close as she has come thus far to realizing that ambition.

To realize, meaning to make real, she tells herself, given that all the elements of her imagining-her, Armand, Armand’s fame and ability, her ambition-are ready to hand, hers for the composition, the creation.

And then came Steve.

“You uh, you hear from Rhino lately, Steve?”

“Yeah, he wants me in Chicago or Saint Louis or someplace around there for a series of guest posing shots in conjunction with his lectures which, I gotta tell ya, leave a whole lot t’be desired, compared t’yours, Armand.”

“That may well be, but what he has to say is a lot more valuable to those who take heed.”

Then, to Jessica, “Rhino’s director of training for the whole Buck’s franchise.

You know-the health clubs?”

“Oh.”

“Really, the man is an absolute genius when it comes to physical development, Jessica! And nobody knows how old he Is! “He looks what, Steve? Mid-forties?”

“About that, yeah. But the build on him! He’s got muscles like armor plates.”

“Which, of course, is why they call him Rhino, right?” Jessica interpolates; “That’s right!” Steve says, delighted with her perception, like it’s a big deal.

Men, Jessica thinks. Such ass holes, all of them. Only men would think of holding a conversation about someone their companion has never heard of. Have they any idea of how rude this Is? “I’m signed up for an appointment with him, y’know,”

“Oeez, why the hell didn’t cha say something, Armаnd? Armand Fortuna doesn’t need an appointment. Hell, If Rhino knew you wanted to talk to him, he’d call you!”

“Yes, well, I dislike intruding, preferential treatment and all that-”

“Bullshit! You’re the big artistic genius in the crowd, Armand. Why, I’ll bet Randy Buck would be thrilled If he knew you were a member.”

“Y’mean he doesn’t?”

“Stan Is saving it for a surprise.”

This just gets better and better, Jessica thinks. Now there’s a Stan involved as well.

And Randy Buck, of whom she has heard, naturally, the big sports tycoon-if it’s the same guy-but whom she doesn’t know personally.

“Why do you have to see this Rhino char- person?” Jessica asks.

“Attitude,” Armand replies, adding, “I know what my routine should be and why~ but I can’t seem to get up the energy necessary to make it happen.

“So I thought maybe, getting together with Rhino, I could, like, get together with myself, know what I’m saying?”

Jessica shrugs, helping herself to the cheese and crackers.

“Could be your age, y’know,” Steve says, matter of factly.

“No, I doubt that that’s it. More likely a problem in the diet or the supplements.”

“You on arginine and ornithine?”

“Sure am! Without those, I know I’m screwed!”

“Then maybe you’d better talk to Rhino.”

“What I figured.”

And jeeeica Is ready to tear her hair out-or theirs. From people she doesn’t know to substances with which she has no familiarity, the conversation here has progressed. Thus far, the evening is a thrill and a half, no question.

“Hormone level?” Steve inquires, as though going up and down some invisible check list, deciding to pause at last at this particular item.

“Keep up with you any day of the week, pal!” Terrific! Jessica thinks. So now we’re back to adolescent macho.

“How about it, Jessica?” Armand asks, “Have I ever disappointed you?” Not until now, she feels like replying. Which would gain her what? “Not a fair question, Armand,” Steve interjects.

“Its a question of relativity. “Not how good you are, but how good you are compared to others is what’s relevant.”

“Is that some kind of a challenge, Steve?”

“Only if you’re up to it-old man.”

“Funny, Steve, that you should be the second person in less than a month to challenge me on that score.”

And Jessica winces, recalling her goof at the outset of her seeing Armand-which, obviously, Armand recalls as well.

“Getting a bit tired of it, actually,” Armand says, a reproof clearly directed at Jessica. “So let’s put the question to bed, once and for all. And now’s as good a time as any.

“Team sport, right? We keep going until one of us decides he’s had enough, okay?”

And Jessica cannot say what runs through her mind as she finds herself walking-or is it drifting?- into the master bedroom of the fabulous condo.

Perhaps it was the wine, perhaps her inner disturbance at her loss of control of the evening itself; but, whatever the case, here she is, undressing alongside the two men.

And now, the three of them are naked-and Steve is unbelievable!

Jessica has seen statues, of course-bronzes, greek marbles. And paintings of Hercules, of other heroes of legend.

But nothing has prepared her for so magnificent an assemblage of living flesh, rippling, vibrant, massive, tanned, seeming to glow with health and vigor.

So yes, hell yes, she is drawn to him, as he lies there in the bed.

And yes, hell yes she wants to suck his cock, crouching there between his legs, all but ignoring Armand as he fingers her exposed, presented goodies, fore and aft.

And she sucks Steve up, rock-hard.

And she straddles his magnificent body, settling down on his cock, feeding his rampant invader up, up, up inside her hot, juicy cunt, then settling down on him, leaning forward so that he can grasp both her breasts, so that he can feed himself the doorbells of her nipples, one at a time, sucking them to rubbery erection.

And Armand is behind her, crouched between Steve’s legs, sucking Jessica’s ass hole,. protruding now more than ever from the pressure of the monster within her vagina.

Her ears are ringing.

She feels herself dizzy, disoriented, hearing Armand say, faintly, “You’ll have to lift up a little so I can get it in.”

Automatically, without even really thinking about it, she knows what he means, raising herself up on her knees until only the knob of Steve’s big boinker remains between her pussy lips.

“Unnnh!” her voice says, and yet not her voice, but a voice she hears and which must have been hers because it couldn’t have been anybody else’s.

As Armand shafts his prodigious prong into her ass hole, all the way.

And she knows, somehow, to settle back down on Steve’s mighty marauder.

And she can feel-as surely they can as well-the pressure of the two erections, underside to underside, separated by a thin membrane of living tissue within her, as they both fill her now, turning cunt and ass hole into almost identical, smoothly rounded, toothless mouths which suck and cling to the meat pistons which stretch and fill them.

And which even now begin to alternate their movement, one pulling halfway out as the other plunges all the way in.

As Armand, in his capacity of top man, sets the pace, bouncing up and down, letting the bedsprings do most of the work.

In and out, in and out, go the living pistons of meat, their double stimulation added to Steve’s steady servicing of her breasts.

She cannot think you this has come to pass, any of it, all of it, but she can and does accept that it has, and, thus aroused, wants only to go with the flow.

So that the team acts as one, climbing the rainbow of their shared arousal together, mounting higher and higher, transcending level after level of sexual pleasure, until the ultimate pleasure is upon them all.