The rain had cleared up nicely as James cycled towards the DDDesigns office, reflecting his mood. When he came out of the shower (for the second time) that morning, he had expected to have yet another drawn out argument with Julie over the merits of getting back together, despite her leaving in three weeks and, more importantly, the fact that she was a heartless cow. Somewhat surprisingly, James had come back to an empty bedroom. Julie and her wet things had just upped and gone, as had his last clean towel, but James was sure he'd get over that particularly devastating loss quickly enough.
He had spent the rest of the morning preparing and planning a route to Dani's office on the other side of town. He didn't want to rely on public transport, and since he didn't own a car, he figured the best way to make sure he was punctual was to get there on his own steam. He packed a change of clothes and some toiletries so that when he got close he could find somewhere to change and freshen up. First impressions and all that.
As he approached the offices, a renovated old factory that had been turned into what James assumed was a number of slightly smaller industrial units, locking up his bike in one of the purposefully placed bike sheds that walled off one side of the car park. He had found a nearby bar and had asked nicely if he could freshen up in the bathroom. He liked to think that he was doing his homage to Superman, walking in as the scruffy cyclist and emerging as a smart, sophisticated potential employee.
Walking into the reception area, James looked around to survey the environment. Whilst the exterior of the building looked slightly old and industrial, the interior was the complete opposite. White crisp walls adorned with bright multi-coloured pieces of art and punctuated by attract sculptures that he was want to even describe surrounded an open plan work space. There were a number of desks around the edge off the work area, with what looked like a large, lime-green beanbag in the centre. 5 or 6 people were all sitting on the beanbag, designers he guessed, each with what looked like the latest MacBook laptops. The reception, slightly off from the main workspace, consisted of a large counter with the latest spec Apple computer system and a number of telephones, behind the desk was a youngish looking blonde girl who was dwarfed by the huge counter in front of her. From the door, James could only see the top of her golden locks. He was going to like it here.
Peering up at him, she smiled. "Hello, welcome to DDDesigns, how can I help you?"
"Hi" James said holding out his hand over the counter for a handshake. A calculated move, offering his hand made the young receptionist stand up to reciprocate, offering him a view of her skinny, young frame. She couldn't have been much older than 18. "My name is James Sharp, I'm here for an interview with Miss Davis?"
"Oh yes, Mr Sharp, Miss Davis is expecting you, but you are a little early. She has an important meeting for the next 15 minutes before she will be able to see you. Will you be alright to wait a little while?" she asked, motioning to a number of chairs placed by the door to resemble a makeshift waiting room.
"Of course." He said, smiling. "Thank you, er..."
"Lauren" she volunteered abruptly, blushing slightly. "I will come to collect you when Miss Davis is ready."
"Thank you Lauren." He smiled and made his way to the waiting area, peering at the counter as he sat, catching her gaze. Lauren quickly looked back at her computer screen and began typing.
James waited, taking out his phone to find something to occupy himself.
'2 new messages' - Charlotte, Bitch(Tits)
James smiled as he remembered that he'd changed Julie's contact info in a fit of drunken rage one night. 'This should be interesting' he thought. He decided to open Charlotte's message first.
"Hey, workout needed tonight, you in? x"
His smile broadened, it had only been a day and a half ago that Charlotte (his 'secret' admirer) had given him of the most intense orgasms of his life and then suggested they become fuck-buddies. She wasn't wasting any time.
"Maybe, have work @ 5. After? x" he clicked send. Next he opened Julie's message, expecting a barrage of abuse. He was right.
"Who is Charlotte? Is this why u want nothing more to do with me?? If ur fuckin sum1 else, u cudve at least had the guts to tell me b4 fuckin me 2! Is dat revenge or summit?? Asshole!"
He cringed at the text speak as he read her message in his head. So she'd looked at his phone while he was in the shower, things made more sense now. He had no doubt that this wasn't over. He wondered how long it would be before she put the dots together and told Tim that he'd been fucking his ex. He'd cross that bridge when he got to it. However, there were more important things to concentrate on at the moment. He went over the dialogue he had prepared to describe his portfolio pieces. Words that his high school graphics teacher started ringing through his head.
"Proper Preparation Prevents Piss Poor Performance" he mouthed, giggling at the memory of one of his old teachers openly swearing in front of his students.
A door on the far side of the office opened, grabbing his attention. Walking through it was a smartly dressed man child, who James immediately recognised as Bastard!, the guy who was on the date with Dani a few nights back. He made a silent prayer that he didn't work here.
Bastard casually walked around the workspace towards the reception. Leaning over the counter, he whispered something in Lauren's ear before turning and walking out past James without so much as a glance in his direction. He looked back towards Lauren and could see that she was blushing heavily. He wondered what he had said to her.
A phone behind the counter sharply buzzed, snapping Lauren out of whatever daydream she had just fallen into. Answering it, James could see her nodding and whilst talking quietly down the line. She placed the phone down and stood up, straightening her white blouse and black pencil skirt before nervously walking over to the waiting area. "Miss Davis will see you now, if you would please follow me."
James' heart was in his mouth. This was it. "Thanks Lauren, please lead the way."
They walked around the workspace in the reverse route that Bastard had just taken. He looked more closely at the designers in the middle of the room. All relatively young, four women currently occupied the beanbag whilst an older gentleman sat at one of the outlying desks facing away from him. He noticed one of the other designers had disappeared. As they approached the door that Bastard had emerged from, Lauren turned to face him and mouthed "Good Luck", motioning for him to knock before retreating back to her duties. He casually turned to look at her tiny ass in that skin tight pencil skirt as she scurried away before checking to see if anyone noticed. He was in the clear.
He knocked at the door, hearing an angelic "Come in!" from within. Opening the door, he smiled instantly as he saw his most recent obsession rise from her seat to welcome him into her office. Her silky brunette hair up in a bun, she looked all business with a white blouse and a grey pencil skirt over the top of, what looked like, sheer black suspenders (Oh how he wished they were suspenders!!).
"James! Hi! Welcome to DDDesigns! I hope you found us ok?" She beamed as she offered him her hand from across her desk.
"Nothing a quick google search couldn't solve!" He replied, shaking her hand firmly. "Thank you for agreeing to meet with me."
She flattened her skirt before sitting, bending forward slightly, offering James a quick glimpse of her subtle cleavage. His heart skipped a beat. "It's my pleasure, James. Like I said on the phone, this could just as easily be an induction as opposed to an interview."
He blushed slightly. She had offered him the job already but James felt he may be under qualified and wanted to see if he could get the job on merit. "If it's all the same though Miss Davis..."
"Dani" she interrupted, smiling at his nervousness.
"Sorry, Dani. If it's all the same, I feel like I need to at least show you what else I am capable of so that you have a better idea of what I am capable of."
"I can respect that." she nodded. "Let's see what you can do."
James spent the next half an hour showing Dani some of his previous work, explaining the brief of each piece before outlining his influences and his methods. He had prepared well. He watched her facial expressions as she looked at each piece. She wasn't giving much away. Just a series of nods and 'I see's punctuating his delivery. Once finished, he gathered his things together ready to replace in his bag.
"Well, James, I have to say I'm glad you brought your other works in. You may have just saved me from making a big mistake." she said as he knelt down to fasten his bag.
His heart plummeted. 'Oh my God! She didn't like it? She must have only liked the menu? She had already offered you the job, Idiot? Oh God, why did you insist on this fucking interview! Idiot' His panic must have been visible. He could feel the sweat begin to push through his skin, making a James-shaped water feature in the middle of her office.
Retaking a seat, he looked up at her. She was still smiling! Was this some sort of game? Was she taking pleasure in this? He had to get out of here! He couldn't stand the embarrassment of it all. He'd go back to Giorgio's and work behind the bar for the rest of his life if he had to. It wasn't all bad, right?
"Sorry to waste your time, Miss Davis" he said solemnly, gathering his bag and heading for the door, dragging his shattered dreams behind him.
"Where are you going James?"
He paused, turning around, he could see that she was still smiling.
"I wasn't quite finished. Please, sit down"
Confused, he slowly sat back down on the chair, as if expecting some sort of trap to be set off when he sat down. What was going on?
"As I was saying, I think seeing your portfolio has saved me from making a big mistake." she was still smiling, though it looked as though she was stifling a laugh now. "The role I was offering you over the phone was only a part time asset designer role, making smaller pieces of merchandising and PoS (Point of Sale). I can see now that you'd be completely wasted on that." His heart was suddenly in his throat. "I have another opening in our main talent pool." She motioned out into the open workspace. "The role would be as a full time Graphic Designer. Is that something you think you can handle?"
He fought the urge to jump over the desk and kiss her. This was it! THE DREAM JOB! He had done it! He felt like he was floating. He almost tripped over his bag as he jumped to his feet and offered her his hand.
Dani laughed at how giddy he was. "Sorry about the confusion there. I feel awful for putting you through that. I take it you're on board?"
"Like you wouldn't believe! Hell yes I'm on board! Thank you so much for the opportunity Miss Dani, I mean Davis, err Dani!" He was still shaking her hand.
"You're very welcome James. We do need to go through a few things first before we make things official, if you wouldn't mind."
"Of course" He said, retaking his seat again.
"Firstly, how soon can you start?"
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James and Dani chatted a little while longer, ironing out the details of his employment. He was offered a modest salary of £24,000 a year to start off, with incentives thrown in and a view to a raise on review. He would have to work his notice at the restaurant, but could switch a few shifts around to make himself available during the day for inductions etc.
She showed him around the workspace, introducing him to his new colleagues. He introduced himself to everyone, telling them how excited he was to work with them. Finally, when Dani walked him back towards reception, Lauren walked over from behind her desk and shook his hand this time. "Congratulations!! Welcome to the team, Mr Sharp!" she beamed. "We're all looking forward to seeing more of you!"
James shot a nervous look at Dani, who just shrugged, trying not to laugh at her receptionist's forwardness. He was going to have to keep an eye on her. "Lauren, I forgot to tell you. James here was the Barista I was telling you about!"
"Oh, that was you!" She almost squealed. "Dani told us all about how good you are at making cocktails. That's going to come in very handy on staff nights out!" she winked at him, making him blush slightly.
"I look forward to it." He replied, "but first I have to go and get paid for it. Thank you again, Dani, for everything! I'll not let you down." He looked at his phone to get an idea of the time. Half past four. He was running late. It was going to be a rush to get back to Giorgio's on the bike, and he hadn't changed back into his cycling gear yet. "Dani, Do you have a bathroom or somewhere where I can change? I need to be at Giorgio's in half an hour and I've only got the bike."
"Yeah sure, there's a full bathroom with shower just through there." She pointed to one of the doors off the main workspace. "Feel free."
"Thanks" he said as he rushed off to get changed.
When he emerged back in his cycling gear, he heard a wolf whistle coming from behind the reception counter. Turning, he saw Lauren staring a hole into his shorts. "I'm definitely going to like you!" She said, raising an eyebrow.
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James arrived at Giorgio's 25 minutes later in a big sweaty mess. He'd put everything he had into that ride, and it showed. He locked up his bike and ran inside to freshen up before his shift started. Pulling his manager to one side, he told him about the job offer and that his notice would be going in the next day. He felt bad to be leaving him in the lurch, but he was a good guy and knew how much James had wanted to move on.
The evening shift seemed to fly by as James continued to ride the wave of euphoria from the interview. As the manager spread the word of James' job offer around the staff, the calls for celebratory drinks afterwards began to spread. By closing time, he had been cajoled into a night out. Fortunately, he still had his smart clothes from his interview so at least he would look the part. Checking his phone, he found he had another, almost indecipherable hate message from Julie and a new message from Charlotte.
"Can't do late, have the early shift tomorrow. Maybe next time. x"
Hiding his disappointment, he went to the bathroom for what felt like the 50th costume change of the day.
Within the hour, James, Fabrizio, Mike, Izzy, Tom, Danny and Holly had all gotten ready and met in George's pub for some pre-drinks. James was glad Izzy and Clare had managed to make it out. Whenever there was a night out with just 'the guys', there was always far too much macho bullshit for his liking. Nine times out of ten it always ended up in a pulling contest. Until recently, James had never fared well on that count.
Izzy, or Isabella, if she was in trouble with the manager, was half Italian, and she had the quintessential mediterranean look. Tall for a girl at around 5ft10, she had dark brown hair with hazel coloured eyes and olive skin. Her large breasts were always a good tip maker, and she knew exactly how to use them. She was wearing a pretty conservative looking deep blue dress that effortlessly floated off her frame to around halfway down her thigh. Although not massively revealing, the dress seemed to magically draw the eye to her best assets. James, and the pretty much the rest of George's, were entranced as she joined them at the bar
Holly was slightly different to the usual type of girl that worked at Giorgio's. Very small frame, blonde hair, petite breasts, tiny little arse. She was a fighter though. By far the hardest working member of the team, she would do all the hard graft while Izzy flirted with the husbands and boyfriends. She'd had a brief relationship with Mike that had burned hot and but burned out fast. The rumour doing the rounds was that she was just as tenacious in bed as she was in life, having apparently snapped Mike's 'banjo' during a particularly frenetic session, sending him to the hospital. She was wearing a pair of tight jeans and thin strap vest top that just about covered her small breasts, showing off her toned stomach.
The group started the festivities in earnest, each buying a round of shots and spreading them round them. Within half an hour, they were tanked up and ready to hit the bricks. Arriving at the club, they all piled in and continued to hit the bar. The lights and the bassline getting everyone pumped up, James could tell it was only a matter of time before usual service was resumed. Finding a booth, they had just finished their first round of drinks when the first of the group began to get itchy feet. Fab always used to complain that booths were 'bad for the soul' because they forced you to become a voyeur of sorts, constantly scanning and appraising the women on the dance floor. Putting his Italian accent a little thicker than usual, he set off to try and thin the herds.
James was always fine being a voyeur, he loved watching girls dancing and laughing. He was all to used to being rejected in places like this. Outside of work, he was far too bashful to make a good first impression with a girl. It was if he needed a bar between them to strike up a conversation. One by one, the group of waiters hit the dance floor, leaving him alone in the booth nursing his drink.
"Come on James, we're celebrating, remember?" Izzy yelled over the thrum of the music as she returned to the booth. He smiled as she scorched along next to him. "Why aren't you dancing with us?"
"Have you ever seen me dance?" James replied, leaning into her ear so as not to shout. "It's not pretty!"
She leaned over towards his ear. "You just haven't had the right partner!" She winked at him as the words sunk in. She motioned to the dance floor as Holly made her way back to the booth for a quick drink.
"Hey, you got him out of his seat? I was beginning to wonder when he was going to get of his arse!" She yelled a little too loudly.
Izzy leant in close to Holly, saying something in her ear whilst looking James in the eye. Holly started grinning what could almost be described as an evil smirk, raising an eyebrow as Izzy detailed some sort of plan. Eventually, when the plotting subsided, the pair walked forward and grabbed James by each wrist, dragging him into the middle of the herd.
Izzy naturally took the lead in the little threesome and started to gently twist and sway to the music, shaking her voluptuous ass to the beat. Looking him in the eye, moved closer to him, gently raised the hem of her dress, and lightly ground herself against him, winking as she felt him twitch. James looked around and saw that every guy within 5 metres of them had their eyes glued on them or, more likely, her.
She set his senses on fire as she turned away from him, rubbing her ass against his rapidly swelling crotch. He was struggling to hide his reaction.
Seeing an opening, Holly took over. Whilst Izzy swayed her hips from side to side over his crotch, she gently placed her hand on his cheek and hijacked his field of vision, grinning as she started to gently squat and raise herself to the beat of the music. He had to admit, she was a great dancer, but his wooden frame would make anyone look like a ballet star by comparison. She drew him closer and placed her arms around his neck. He could tell from her constant glances at Izzy that their plan was still in motion. What were they up to?
She started grinding herself against him, slowly, methodically, making him feel every second of it. She gasped as she realised just how hard he was getting. James turned his head to see what Izzy was up to. She had been whisked away by some roided muscle bound freak of nature, with a comically small head. Was that her type? 'Oh well' he shrugged, each to their own
Holly stopped torturing him and headed back over to the booth for a refill, telling James she'd be right back. He wanted to join her, not wanting to be on his own on the dance floor but she told him to stay put. "Trust us" she said winking at him. James confused. What was going on? He felt a tap on the shoulder. Was Izzy tagging back in or something. He was all for team sports and all that but he'd much rather play in the safety of his bedroom. He was surprised as he turned around to see that it wasn't Izzy tapping him on the shoulder, but a petite blonde receptionist who may or may not have been old enough to be drinking. "Lauren?"
"Hi, handsome!"
He was face to face with Lauren from DDDesigns. He had to do a double take before subtly trying to size her up. She looked outstanding in a very short gold sequinned dress that perfectly showed off her body. Subtlety jumped out the window as James couldn't help but slowly take her all in. Taller than before due to her heels, her silky legs seemed to go on forever until they reached the bottom of her dress. He knew if she were to turn around he would be able to see the slightest hint of her bum, and he was sure she knew it too. Her dress was skin tight over her toned stomach and petite breasts, stopping just below her supple shoulders and flowing back down her arms. She had tied her hair back into a ponytail and altered her make up from earlier today to try and make herself seem older.
She hugged him tightly, pressing her lithe frame against his own. "Fancy seeing you here!"
"Hi! Small world eh?" He looked over her shoulder and saw Izzy, watching over Roid Freak's shoulder, raise an eyebrow, questioningly. He shrugged his shoulders.
"So are you excited about joining the team?" she shouted over the thump of the music.
"Yeah, really excited! It looks like such a cool place to work! Everyone seems really friendly."
"Some of us are friendlier than others!" she winked at him as she began to dance in his arms.
Alarm bells started going off in James head as he thought about the consequences of doing what he was seriously thinking about doing. She was pretty young. Was she over 18? Was sleeping with a colleague before even starting a new job going to make life uncomfortable? What would Dani think if she found out? He decided to test the waters.
"How old are you Lauren?"
She didn't answer immediately as she turned away from him and started to wriggle her pert bum. "I'll be 19 next week." she stated. "I can pretend to be younger if you'd like?" She grabbed his hands and placed them on her hips as she swayed.
"So, anything I should know about working with you guys? Any rules that I should follow? Things I should avoid doing?" This was the worst chat up in history.
"Only thing you need to know is that we're all really close to each other! You're going to love the staff night out!"
"What happens on the staff night out?" he asked.
She turned to face him. Rising on her tip toes, she whispered in his ear "Anything you want!"
As she dropped back down onto her heels, she lightly grabbed his semi erect cock through his trousers. This girl was fire... and he wanted to get burned.
Lauren continued to tease him as they danced. His hands glued to her hips as she moved so sensually in front of him.
"James?" she asked.
"Yeah?"
"Who's that girl over there that keeps looking at us?" She gestured towards Izzy, who was slow dancing with Roid Freak.
"That's Izzy, I work with her at Giorgio's"
She leaned in close and spoke directly into his ear. "She wants to fuck you!"
He did a double take. "Say again?"
"She totally wants to fuck you!" she repeated. "She's pretty hot too!"
Before James could say or do anything, Lauren pointed at Izzy and beckoned her over with her finger. He was frozen. What was she doing? Izzy said something to Peanut Head and headed over to them. Lauren leant close to Izzy and whispered something in her ear. Izzy rocked back suddenly, as if hearing something that shocked her, then started to laugh as she looked over Lauren's shoulder at him, raising that damn sexy eyebrow again.
Giggling together, Lauren turned around so that they were both facing him and beckoned him over. James didn't know where to look as he sheepishly approached them.
"Izzy? Tell James what you'd like to do to him?" Lauren demanded.
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The taxi ride home seemed to take an age. They hadn't even said goodbye to the rest of the group as they left the club. James had hailed a black cab and had sat behind the driver so he could see the two beautiful creatures in front of him. They giggled and laughed as they whispered in each others ears. At one point, he saw Lauren whisper something into Izzy's ear before licking her earlobe, causing her to shiver with excitement. Lauren's hand began to drift across Izzy's legs, caressing her supple thighs and lightly brushing the hem of her dress closer to her hips. Who was this girl!
From his vantage point, James could see a wet spot in Izzy's now exposed panties as Lauren's hands became more adventurous. Keeping her own legs together, James was desperate to see more.
As if sensing his gaze, Izzy reached over to caress Lauren's inner thigh, opening her legs enough for James to see a hint of white covering her modesty. James was enjoying the show so much, he didn't notice the taxi driver taking the long way home. Something told him the driver was enjoying the view as well.
When the taxi arrived at James', the incredibly happy looking taxi driver took the fare and gave James a look that he could only describe as 'immense pride'. "Get in there you lucky bastard!" he stated.
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As soon as they were across the threshold, Lauren began pulling the strings. Taking Izzy by the hand, she led her to James' bedroom, leaving him to try and gather whatever wits were left about him. He followed.
Perched on the edge of his bed, where hours earlier he had fucked Julie up the arse, sat Izzy, who stared at him hungrily. Lauren was nowhere to be seen. He walked in through the bedroom door and felt it close behind him. Reaching around from behind, Lauren, placed a hand on his crotch. "Care for a show, handsome?" He nodded.
Smiling, Izzy rose from the bed. Where hours earlier, James had been caught out by the vision of a soaking wet Julie undressing in front of his window, the moonlight now doused her amazing body in ghostly white light. Her hips began to sway again as she danced on her own in the middle of the room.
Lauren's hand began to flex on his crotch, massaging him through his trousers. She rose to her tip toes again and whispered in his ear. "Wow, she's so fucking sexy! Don't you think she looks sexy, James?" He nodded, unable to form words.
He was transfixed. Izzy continued to slowly gyrate and move, casually staring over at Lauren's hand hovering over his rock hard cock. She slowly grabbed the hem of her dress and started to pull it up and over her shoulders, revealing her body in all of it's glory. She wore matching deep blue lingerie, lace in all right places. His mouth went dry as he spotted the small tents formed by her nipples.
He felt a button on his jeans pop open as Lauren began to undress him. Running a hand down his thigh, she gently pulled his trousers down as she continued to tease him with her other hand. Slowly, she put her hands into his briefs, her cold hands sending a shiver up his spine.
"Izzy, babe? I think I have something you want!"
Izzy bit her lip as she walked over to a frozen James. Kneeling in front of him, she pulled down his briefs as Lauren continued to attend to his cock.
"Mio Dio" she breathed as she watched Lauren play with him from behind. She knelt on the floor in front of James and looked him in the eyes. Where before she had been teasing him with just a sway of her hips and raising of her brow, she now seemed submissive, hungry. She was no longer in control, but neither was he.
He felt Lauren's small hands release his cock as she began to move in front of him. She bent over and whispered in Izzy's ear. She licked her lips as she began to lean forward towards him. Sensually, she began planting small kisses along his shaft, starting at the base and working her way up. When she reached the summit, she let her tongue trail across his more sensitive helmet.
Lauren had taken Izzy's place on the edge of the bed and gazed at the two of them from afar. Spreading her legs, she slowly began to caress her pussy with her right hand.
Izzy's hands started to work James in their strong grip, raining drops of saliva from her mouth to lubricate her action. Her pace began to build. She looked James in the eye once more and bit her lip once more.
James arched his back as the pleasure rocketed through his body. He could feel himself getting closer to the edge. Her hands kept working, gripping harder, pulling faster. She began licking his tip. She was driving him crazy. He felt his balls stiffen. He was going to come. He moaned.
Quick as a flash, her hands tightly gripped the base of his penis, stopping him in his tracks. He twitched from the momentary pain, confused. Looking down he realised she wasn't done with him yet. He was still hard. She guided him into her mouth.
He battled to control himself as her tongue began to massage his shaft. As his eyes began to drift to the ceiling, he noticed Lauren taking her panties off as she watched, her other hand making its way to her still concealed breast. James was not a religious man but at that moment he would swear there was a God.
As Izzy continued her assault, Lauren moaned from the bed, she was certainly getting into the throes of it as she quickly removed her hair bobble, letting her blonde hair fall around her face. She stood and made her way towards Izzy, kneeling down behind her. Placing her hands on Izzy's thighs, she gently caressed her skin, fingers running tantalisingly close to her panties. James could feel Izzy gasp while taking him to the back of her throat. It was an unbelievable feeling. James could do nothing but watch.
Lauren's hands retreated to Izzy's hips, running smoothly up her sides towards her shoulders. She brushed Izzy's dark hair away from her neck and began nuzzle her from behind. Izzy groaned. The vibrations from which sent James right to the edge again.
Lauren kept working as she subtly began to remove Izzy's bra, unleashing her magnificent bosom. As soon as the lace dropped, Lauren's hands reached around and began to caress her. She whispered something in Izzy's ear that had her shiver slightly, before licking her neck and toying with her ear. James could hold back no longer. With Izzy distracted, she didn't notice his entire body tense up as he exploded on her chest, coating both her breasts and Lauren's hands in his thick jism.
"Mmmm!" Lauren purred as she licked her fingers, "I love freshly iced buns!"
She moved herself from behind Izzy and lay her back on James' floor, greedily licking up his seed from Izzy's heaving chest. By this point, James could no longer discern wet from dry on Izzy's panties. He decided that they had to go. Kneeling between her legs, he gently removed them, lifting her legs together as he eased them off. He couldn't help but give the sodden panties a quick sniff before throwing them behind him, savouring the taste.
When he looked back, Lauren and Izzy had begun passionately kissing on his bedroom floor. Lauren, still in her gold sequinned dress (minus panties) was perched on top of Izzy's hand, which James had noticed was now slowly massaging Lauren clit. James dropped down on to his hands and knees and began kissing the inside of Izzy's thigh, getting closer and closer to her sopping pussy. He started the way he normally started oral, by gently licking and nibbling at her labia, his tongue tracing its way down and up her slit. Izzy moaned. Lauren had sat up and was now riding her hand backwards and forwards, intensely staring at the mediterranean beauty below her.
His tongue eventually landed upon her clit, sending a bolt of electricity through her that seemed to go straight through her arm and up into the blonde teenager. He pressed on, slowly inserting a couple of fingers into her pussy. She started to become more restless. Her breathing heavy. James's tongue pushed harder. Faster. Taking a risk, he replaced his tongue with his thumb and moved lower, licking the juices from her snatch as he went. He continued lower, lower. He slowly circled her sphincter, repeating the motion that proved so effective upon Julie earlier.
She screamed as the orgasm took her. Lauren launched herself down to kiss her, drowning out the sound. She began to spasm from the continued assault from James' fingers and tongue, until slowly she began to come back down.
Lauren stood up, juices trickling down her thigh, as she made her way back over to the bed. Izzy opened her eye and looked at James, before leaning back and looking over to Lauren. James helped her sit up, kissing her as she battled to regain her breath.
Izzy turned to look back at Lauren, who had begin playing with herself again at the head of James' bed, and crawled over towards her. With an outreached hand, Lauren gracefully cupped her cheek and brought her in for another kiss. James was starting to feel left out. The two girls began petting each other again as James noticed his cock beginning to swell again. He was impressed with how quickly he'd managed to recover from Izzy's blowjob. Lauren had noticed as well.
She parted lips with Izzy and directed her attention towards James' stiffening cock. Whispering in her ear again, he saw her smile and nod before the pair rose from the bed and walked towards him. Lauren circled around behind him as Izzy began removing his shirt. James' sensitive cock was rubbing against her pubes and was driving him wild. He was about to take control of the situation when Lauren grabbed his cock from behind again. "Not so fast loverboy!"
He turned around to face her as Izzy removed his shirt. Raising her eyebrow, she grinned at him as he pulled her towards him, gripping her tightly. The sequins on her dress rough and sharp against his ever hardening member almost made him groan where he stood. He leaned in for a kiss. She stopped him. "You're here for her" she stated confidently as she placed a hand on his bare chest and pushed him backwards towards the bed. He wasn't sure what she meant but he was not going to argue either way.
Lying back on the bed, Izzy and Lauren began to crawl over and around him like a pair of predators circling a catch, waiting to go in for the kill. This time, Izzy made the first move, she grabbed James' cock and swallowed it whole, pushing it right to the back of her throat. James moaned heavily. As he raised his head to get a better look at her, he felt a gentle finger on his forehead, pushing it back down. Lauren stared down at him, a smile crossing her face. She manoeuvred herself above his face and sat down on his waiting tongue.
James felt the vibrations of a small moan rushing through her body as he lapped at her small pussy. He couldn't help but wonder how amazing it was going to be to fuck her. She was so tight, he could feel her insides trying to grip his tongue as it darted in and out of her. She started grinding her hips on his face. He reached down (or was it up?) and started licking her clit. She shuddered. He began sucking on it, his hands now gripping her tiny arse above his head, kneading the muscles as they slid back and forth. She leaned forward, placing her hands on his chest to support herself. Digging her nails in, it felt like she was trying to stop herself from falling off. The pain spurred him on. He felt her body tense and shiver. He put all of his effort into her clit, while getting his hands into position, just as he felt she was about to tense again, he stuck his little finger in her asshole. We have ignition!
Now it was Lauren's turn to scream as her body was rocked by a powerful orgasm. James felt her thighs contract around his head as her juices were expelled all over his chin. He tried to hold her in place, but she rolled off him, her dress now up by her hips.
Izzy sat up, watching as Lauren took a breather. She crawled forward and kissed him hard, as if trying to suck Lauren's juices out of his mouth. She straddled him mid-kiss. A sense of renewed urgency spurring her on. She rubbed his cock against her snatch before thrusting herself down upon it, She whimpered through gritted teeth as she slowly raised herself before letting herself fall. Her magnificent tits gently swaying as she moved. James sat up. Repositioning himself, he sat underneath her and wrapped her legs around his waist, bringing his mouth at the perfect height to confront her breasts. He wrapped his arms around her back as he suckled on her right nipple. Izzy leant back and started gently rocking back and forth. Tenderly nibbling his shoulder. She noticed that Lauren had drifted off to sleep behind him. A shame, she had looked forward to watching her take her first cock.
James began pinching her nipples between his teeth, making her shudder. She leant back further, pulling James over on top of her. Keeping her legs around his waist, she pulled him into her. Inviting him to take over, she grabbed him by the back of the head and pulled him into her bosom, suffocating him. He began to thrust in hard, slow motions, making her jump as he bottomed out inside her. She could feel his balls slapping against her ass. It felt so good. He pinched her left nipple between his thumb and finger, steadying himself with his other hand. His thrusts gathered pace.
"Yes!" she gasped. "Yes! Harder James!"
He grunted primevally as he heaved into her, complying to her demands. He hooked his ands under her shoulders and started pulling her down in towards his thrusts. Her hands dug into his back. She was coming. 'Just a little further!' he thought. Pounding at her as if his life depended on it. He was closer than he thought. He increased the speed again, his hips moving like pistons on a steam train. He felt her inner walls tighten around him. Their death grip holding him in place as he unleashed yet another stream of cum, this time straight into Izzy's welcoming womb. The two of them collapsed in a heap, regaining their breath as James slowly started to soften inside her.
They lay there for what seemed like an hour, until Izzy got up to go to the bathroom. James surveyed the carnage, clothes all over the room, Izzy's panties somehow hanging from one of the handles on James wardrobe. He looked behind him and saw Lauren curled up in a ball, asleep, her cute little arse sticking out from beneath her dress. He waited for Izzy to return before straightening her out and climbing into bed next to her.
Spooning, they fell asleep in each others arms. 'I could get used to this!' James thought.
He had spent the rest of the morning preparing and planning a route to Dani's office on the other side of town. He didn't want to rely on public transport, and since he didn't own a car, he figured the best way to make sure he was punctual was to get there on his own steam. He packed a change of clothes and some toiletries so that when he got close he could find somewhere to change and freshen up. First impressions and all that.
As he approached the offices, a renovated old factory that had been turned into what James assumed was a number of slightly smaller industrial units, locking up his bike in one of the purposefully placed bike sheds that walled off one side of the car park. He had found a nearby bar and had asked nicely if he could freshen up in the bathroom. He liked to think that he was doing his homage to Superman, walking in as the scruffy cyclist and emerging as a smart, sophisticated potential employee.
Walking into the reception area, James looked around to survey the environment. Whilst the exterior of the building looked slightly old and industrial, the interior was the complete opposite. White crisp walls adorned with bright multi-coloured pieces of art and punctuated by attract sculptures that he was want to even describe surrounded an open plan work space. There were a number of desks around the edge off the work area, with what looked like a large, lime-green beanbag in the centre. 5 or 6 people were all sitting on the beanbag, designers he guessed, each with what looked like the latest MacBook laptops. The reception, slightly off from the main workspace, consisted of a large counter with the latest spec Apple computer system and a number of telephones, behind the desk was a youngish looking blonde girl who was dwarfed by the huge counter in front of her. From the door, James could only see the top of her golden locks. He was going to like it here.
Peering up at him, she smiled. "Hello, welcome to DDDesigns, how can I help you?"
"Hi" James said holding out his hand over the counter for a handshake. A calculated move, offering his hand made the young receptionist stand up to reciprocate, offering him a view of her skinny, young frame. She couldn't have been much older than 18. "My name is James Sharp, I'm here for an interview with Miss Davis?"
"Oh yes, Mr Sharp, Miss Davis is expecting you, but you are a little early. She has an important meeting for the next 15 minutes before she will be able to see you. Will you be alright to wait a little while?" she asked, motioning to a number of chairs placed by the door to resemble a makeshift waiting room.
"Of course." He said, smiling. "Thank you, er..."
"Lauren" she volunteered abruptly, blushing slightly. "I will come to collect you when Miss Davis is ready."
"Thank you Lauren." He smiled and made his way to the waiting area, peering at the counter as he sat, catching her gaze. Lauren quickly looked back at her computer screen and began typing.
James waited, taking out his phone to find something to occupy himself.
'2 new messages' - Charlotte, Bitch(Tits)
James smiled as he remembered that he'd changed Julie's contact info in a fit of drunken rage one night. 'This should be interesting' he thought. He decided to open Charlotte's message first.
"Hey, workout needed tonight, you in? x"
His smile broadened, it had only been a day and a half ago that Charlotte (his 'secret' admirer) had given him of the most intense orgasms of his life and then suggested they become fuck-buddies. She wasn't wasting any time.
"Maybe, have work @ 5. After? x" he clicked send. Next he opened Julie's message, expecting a barrage of abuse. He was right.
"Who is Charlotte? Is this why u want nothing more to do with me?? If ur fuckin sum1 else, u cudve at least had the guts to tell me b4 fuckin me 2! Is dat revenge or summit?? Asshole!"
He cringed at the text speak as he read her message in his head. So she'd looked at his phone while he was in the shower, things made more sense now. He had no doubt that this wasn't over. He wondered how long it would be before she put the dots together and told Tim that he'd been fucking his ex. He'd cross that bridge when he got to it. However, there were more important things to concentrate on at the moment. He went over the dialogue he had prepared to describe his portfolio pieces. Words that his high school graphics teacher started ringing through his head.
"Proper Preparation Prevents Piss Poor Performance" he mouthed, giggling at the memory of one of his old teachers openly swearing in front of his students.
A door on the far side of the office opened, grabbing his attention. Walking through it was a smartly dressed man child, who James immediately recognised as Bastard!, the guy who was on the date with Dani a few nights back. He made a silent prayer that he didn't work here.
Bastard casually walked around the workspace towards the reception. Leaning over the counter, he whispered something in Lauren's ear before turning and walking out past James without so much as a glance in his direction. He looked back towards Lauren and could see that she was blushing heavily. He wondered what he had said to her.
A phone behind the counter sharply buzzed, snapping Lauren out of whatever daydream she had just fallen into. Answering it, James could see her nodding and whilst talking quietly down the line. She placed the phone down and stood up, straightening her white blouse and black pencil skirt before nervously walking over to the waiting area. "Miss Davis will see you now, if you would please follow me."
James' heart was in his mouth. This was it. "Thanks Lauren, please lead the way."
They walked around the workspace in the reverse route that Bastard had just taken. He looked more closely at the designers in the middle of the room. All relatively young, four women currently occupied the beanbag whilst an older gentleman sat at one of the outlying desks facing away from him. He noticed one of the other designers had disappeared. As they approached the door that Bastard had emerged from, Lauren turned to face him and mouthed "Good Luck", motioning for him to knock before retreating back to her duties. He casually turned to look at her tiny ass in that skin tight pencil skirt as she scurried away before checking to see if anyone noticed. He was in the clear.
He knocked at the door, hearing an angelic "Come in!" from within. Opening the door, he smiled instantly as he saw his most recent obsession rise from her seat to welcome him into her office. Her silky brunette hair up in a bun, she looked all business with a white blouse and a grey pencil skirt over the top of, what looked like, sheer black suspenders (Oh how he wished they were suspenders!!).
"James! Hi! Welcome to DDDesigns! I hope you found us ok?" She beamed as she offered him her hand from across her desk.
"Nothing a quick google search couldn't solve!" He replied, shaking her hand firmly. "Thank you for agreeing to meet with me."
She flattened her skirt before sitting, bending forward slightly, offering James a quick glimpse of her subtle cleavage. His heart skipped a beat. "It's my pleasure, James. Like I said on the phone, this could just as easily be an induction as opposed to an interview."
He blushed slightly. She had offered him the job already but James felt he may be under qualified and wanted to see if he could get the job on merit. "If it's all the same though Miss Davis..."
"Dani" she interrupted, smiling at his nervousness.
"Sorry, Dani. If it's all the same, I feel like I need to at least show you what else I am capable of so that you have a better idea of what I am capable of."
"I can respect that." she nodded. "Let's see what you can do."
James spent the next half an hour showing Dani some of his previous work, explaining the brief of each piece before outlining his influences and his methods. He had prepared well. He watched her facial expressions as she looked at each piece. She wasn't giving much away. Just a series of nods and 'I see's punctuating his delivery. Once finished, he gathered his things together ready to replace in his bag.
"Well, James, I have to say I'm glad you brought your other works in. You may have just saved me from making a big mistake." she said as he knelt down to fasten his bag.
His heart plummeted. 'Oh my God! She didn't like it? She must have only liked the menu? She had already offered you the job, Idiot? Oh God, why did you insist on this fucking interview! Idiot' His panic must have been visible. He could feel the sweat begin to push through his skin, making a James-shaped water feature in the middle of her office.
Retaking a seat, he looked up at her. She was still smiling! Was this some sort of game? Was she taking pleasure in this? He had to get out of here! He couldn't stand the embarrassment of it all. He'd go back to Giorgio's and work behind the bar for the rest of his life if he had to. It wasn't all bad, right?
"Sorry to waste your time, Miss Davis" he said solemnly, gathering his bag and heading for the door, dragging his shattered dreams behind him.
"Where are you going James?"
He paused, turning around, he could see that she was still smiling.
"I wasn't quite finished. Please, sit down"
Confused, he slowly sat back down on the chair, as if expecting some sort of trap to be set off when he sat down. What was going on?
"As I was saying, I think seeing your portfolio has saved me from making a big mistake." she was still smiling, though it looked as though she was stifling a laugh now. "The role I was offering you over the phone was only a part time asset designer role, making smaller pieces of merchandising and PoS (Point of Sale). I can see now that you'd be completely wasted on that." His heart was suddenly in his throat. "I have another opening in our main talent pool." She motioned out into the open workspace. "The role would be as a full time Graphic Designer. Is that something you think you can handle?"
He fought the urge to jump over the desk and kiss her. This was it! THE DREAM JOB! He had done it! He felt like he was floating. He almost tripped over his bag as he jumped to his feet and offered her his hand.
Dani laughed at how giddy he was. "Sorry about the confusion there. I feel awful for putting you through that. I take it you're on board?"
"Like you wouldn't believe! Hell yes I'm on board! Thank you so much for the opportunity Miss Dani, I mean Davis, err Dani!" He was still shaking her hand.
"You're very welcome James. We do need to go through a few things first before we make things official, if you wouldn't mind."
"Of course" He said, retaking his seat again.
"Firstly, how soon can you start?"
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James and Dani chatted a little while longer, ironing out the details of his employment. He was offered a modest salary of £24,000 a year to start off, with incentives thrown in and a view to a raise on review. He would have to work his notice at the restaurant, but could switch a few shifts around to make himself available during the day for inductions etc.
She showed him around the workspace, introducing him to his new colleagues. He introduced himself to everyone, telling them how excited he was to work with them. Finally, when Dani walked him back towards reception, Lauren walked over from behind her desk and shook his hand this time. "Congratulations!! Welcome to the team, Mr Sharp!" she beamed. "We're all looking forward to seeing more of you!"
James shot a nervous look at Dani, who just shrugged, trying not to laugh at her receptionist's forwardness. He was going to have to keep an eye on her. "Lauren, I forgot to tell you. James here was the Barista I was telling you about!"
"Oh, that was you!" She almost squealed. "Dani told us all about how good you are at making cocktails. That's going to come in very handy on staff nights out!" she winked at him, making him blush slightly.
"I look forward to it." He replied, "but first I have to go and get paid for it. Thank you again, Dani, for everything! I'll not let you down." He looked at his phone to get an idea of the time. Half past four. He was running late. It was going to be a rush to get back to Giorgio's on the bike, and he hadn't changed back into his cycling gear yet. "Dani, Do you have a bathroom or somewhere where I can change? I need to be at Giorgio's in half an hour and I've only got the bike."
"Yeah sure, there's a full bathroom with shower just through there." She pointed to one of the doors off the main workspace. "Feel free."
"Thanks" he said as he rushed off to get changed.
When he emerged back in his cycling gear, he heard a wolf whistle coming from behind the reception counter. Turning, he saw Lauren staring a hole into his shorts. "I'm definitely going to like you!" She said, raising an eyebrow.
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James arrived at Giorgio's 25 minutes later in a big sweaty mess. He'd put everything he had into that ride, and it showed. He locked up his bike and ran inside to freshen up before his shift started. Pulling his manager to one side, he told him about the job offer and that his notice would be going in the next day. He felt bad to be leaving him in the lurch, but he was a good guy and knew how much James had wanted to move on.
The evening shift seemed to fly by as James continued to ride the wave of euphoria from the interview. As the manager spread the word of James' job offer around the staff, the calls for celebratory drinks afterwards began to spread. By closing time, he had been cajoled into a night out. Fortunately, he still had his smart clothes from his interview so at least he would look the part. Checking his phone, he found he had another, almost indecipherable hate message from Julie and a new message from Charlotte.
"Can't do late, have the early shift tomorrow. Maybe next time. x"
Hiding his disappointment, he went to the bathroom for what felt like the 50th costume change of the day.
Within the hour, James, Fabrizio, Mike, Izzy, Tom, Danny and Holly had all gotten ready and met in George's pub for some pre-drinks. James was glad Izzy and Clare had managed to make it out. Whenever there was a night out with just 'the guys', there was always far too much macho bullshit for his liking. Nine times out of ten it always ended up in a pulling contest. Until recently, James had never fared well on that count.
Izzy, or Isabella, if she was in trouble with the manager, was half Italian, and she had the quintessential mediterranean look. Tall for a girl at around 5ft10, she had dark brown hair with hazel coloured eyes and olive skin. Her large breasts were always a good tip maker, and she knew exactly how to use them. She was wearing a pretty conservative looking deep blue dress that effortlessly floated off her frame to around halfway down her thigh. Although not massively revealing, the dress seemed to magically draw the eye to her best assets. James, and the pretty much the rest of George's, were entranced as she joined them at the bar
Holly was slightly different to the usual type of girl that worked at Giorgio's. Very small frame, blonde hair, petite breasts, tiny little arse. She was a fighter though. By far the hardest working member of the team, she would do all the hard graft while Izzy flirted with the husbands and boyfriends. She'd had a brief relationship with Mike that had burned hot and but burned out fast. The rumour doing the rounds was that she was just as tenacious in bed as she was in life, having apparently snapped Mike's 'banjo' during a particularly frenetic session, sending him to the hospital. She was wearing a pair of tight jeans and thin strap vest top that just about covered her small breasts, showing off her toned stomach.
The group started the festivities in earnest, each buying a round of shots and spreading them round them. Within half an hour, they were tanked up and ready to hit the bricks. Arriving at the club, they all piled in and continued to hit the bar. The lights and the bassline getting everyone pumped up, James could tell it was only a matter of time before usual service was resumed. Finding a booth, they had just finished their first round of drinks when the first of the group began to get itchy feet. Fab always used to complain that booths were 'bad for the soul' because they forced you to become a voyeur of sorts, constantly scanning and appraising the women on the dance floor. Putting his Italian accent a little thicker than usual, he set off to try and thin the herds.
James was always fine being a voyeur, he loved watching girls dancing and laughing. He was all to used to being rejected in places like this. Outside of work, he was far too bashful to make a good first impression with a girl. It was if he needed a bar between them to strike up a conversation. One by one, the group of waiters hit the dance floor, leaving him alone in the booth nursing his drink.
"Come on James, we're celebrating, remember?" Izzy yelled over the thrum of the music as she returned to the booth. He smiled as she scorched along next to him. "Why aren't you dancing with us?"
"Have you ever seen me dance?" James replied, leaning into her ear so as not to shout. "It's not pretty!"
She leaned over towards his ear. "You just haven't had the right partner!" She winked at him as the words sunk in. She motioned to the dance floor as Holly made her way back to the booth for a quick drink.
"Hey, you got him out of his seat? I was beginning to wonder when he was going to get of his arse!" She yelled a little too loudly.
Izzy leant in close to Holly, saying something in her ear whilst looking James in the eye. Holly started grinning what could almost be described as an evil smirk, raising an eyebrow as Izzy detailed some sort of plan. Eventually, when the plotting subsided, the pair walked forward and grabbed James by each wrist, dragging him into the middle of the herd.
Izzy naturally took the lead in the little threesome and started to gently twist and sway to the music, shaking her voluptuous ass to the beat. Looking him in the eye, moved closer to him, gently raised the hem of her dress, and lightly ground herself against him, winking as she felt him twitch. James looked around and saw that every guy within 5 metres of them had their eyes glued on them or, more likely, her.
She set his senses on fire as she turned away from him, rubbing her ass against his rapidly swelling crotch. He was struggling to hide his reaction.
Seeing an opening, Holly took over. Whilst Izzy swayed her hips from side to side over his crotch, she gently placed her hand on his cheek and hijacked his field of vision, grinning as she started to gently squat and raise herself to the beat of the music. He had to admit, she was a great dancer, but his wooden frame would make anyone look like a ballet star by comparison. She drew him closer and placed her arms around his neck. He could tell from her constant glances at Izzy that their plan was still in motion. What were they up to?
She started grinding herself against him, slowly, methodically, making him feel every second of it. She gasped as she realised just how hard he was getting. James turned his head to see what Izzy was up to. She had been whisked away by some roided muscle bound freak of nature, with a comically small head. Was that her type? 'Oh well' he shrugged, each to their own
Holly stopped torturing him and headed back over to the booth for a refill, telling James she'd be right back. He wanted to join her, not wanting to be on his own on the dance floor but she told him to stay put. "Trust us" she said winking at him. James confused. What was going on? He felt a tap on the shoulder. Was Izzy tagging back in or something. He was all for team sports and all that but he'd much rather play in the safety of his bedroom. He was surprised as he turned around to see that it wasn't Izzy tapping him on the shoulder, but a petite blonde receptionist who may or may not have been old enough to be drinking. "Lauren?"
"Hi, handsome!"
He was face to face with Lauren from DDDesigns. He had to do a double take before subtly trying to size her up. She looked outstanding in a very short gold sequinned dress that perfectly showed off her body. Subtlety jumped out the window as James couldn't help but slowly take her all in. Taller than before due to her heels, her silky legs seemed to go on forever until they reached the bottom of her dress. He knew if she were to turn around he would be able to see the slightest hint of her bum, and he was sure she knew it too. Her dress was skin tight over her toned stomach and petite breasts, stopping just below her supple shoulders and flowing back down her arms. She had tied her hair back into a ponytail and altered her make up from earlier today to try and make herself seem older.
She hugged him tightly, pressing her lithe frame against his own. "Fancy seeing you here!"
"Hi! Small world eh?" He looked over her shoulder and saw Izzy, watching over Roid Freak's shoulder, raise an eyebrow, questioningly. He shrugged his shoulders.
"So are you excited about joining the team?" she shouted over the thump of the music.
"Yeah, really excited! It looks like such a cool place to work! Everyone seems really friendly."
"Some of us are friendlier than others!" she winked at him as she began to dance in his arms.
Alarm bells started going off in James head as he thought about the consequences of doing what he was seriously thinking about doing. She was pretty young. Was she over 18? Was sleeping with a colleague before even starting a new job going to make life uncomfortable? What would Dani think if she found out? He decided to test the waters.
"How old are you Lauren?"
She didn't answer immediately as she turned away from him and started to wriggle her pert bum. "I'll be 19 next week." she stated. "I can pretend to be younger if you'd like?" She grabbed his hands and placed them on her hips as she swayed.
"So, anything I should know about working with you guys? Any rules that I should follow? Things I should avoid doing?" This was the worst chat up in history.
"Only thing you need to know is that we're all really close to each other! You're going to love the staff night out!"
"What happens on the staff night out?" he asked.
She turned to face him. Rising on her tip toes, she whispered in his ear "Anything you want!"
As she dropped back down onto her heels, she lightly grabbed his semi erect cock through his trousers. This girl was fire... and he wanted to get burned.
Lauren continued to tease him as they danced. His hands glued to her hips as she moved so sensually in front of him.
"James?" she asked.
"Yeah?"
"Who's that girl over there that keeps looking at us?" She gestured towards Izzy, who was slow dancing with Roid Freak.
"That's Izzy, I work with her at Giorgio's"
She leaned in close and spoke directly into his ear. "She wants to fuck you!"
He did a double take. "Say again?"
"She totally wants to fuck you!" she repeated. "She's pretty hot too!"
Before James could say or do anything, Lauren pointed at Izzy and beckoned her over with her finger. He was frozen. What was she doing? Izzy said something to Peanut Head and headed over to them. Lauren leant close to Izzy and whispered something in her ear. Izzy rocked back suddenly, as if hearing something that shocked her, then started to laugh as she looked over Lauren's shoulder at him, raising that damn sexy eyebrow again.
Giggling together, Lauren turned around so that they were both facing him and beckoned him over. James didn't know where to look as he sheepishly approached them.
"Izzy? Tell James what you'd like to do to him?" Lauren demanded.
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The taxi ride home seemed to take an age. They hadn't even said goodbye to the rest of the group as they left the club. James had hailed a black cab and had sat behind the driver so he could see the two beautiful creatures in front of him. They giggled and laughed as they whispered in each others ears. At one point, he saw Lauren whisper something into Izzy's ear before licking her earlobe, causing her to shiver with excitement. Lauren's hand began to drift across Izzy's legs, caressing her supple thighs and lightly brushing the hem of her dress closer to her hips. Who was this girl!
From his vantage point, James could see a wet spot in Izzy's now exposed panties as Lauren's hands became more adventurous. Keeping her own legs together, James was desperate to see more.
As if sensing his gaze, Izzy reached over to caress Lauren's inner thigh, opening her legs enough for James to see a hint of white covering her modesty. James was enjoying the show so much, he didn't notice the taxi driver taking the long way home. Something told him the driver was enjoying the view as well.
When the taxi arrived at James', the incredibly happy looking taxi driver took the fare and gave James a look that he could only describe as 'immense pride'. "Get in there you lucky bastard!" he stated.
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As soon as they were across the threshold, Lauren began pulling the strings. Taking Izzy by the hand, she led her to James' bedroom, leaving him to try and gather whatever wits were left about him. He followed.
Perched on the edge of his bed, where hours earlier he had fucked Julie up the arse, sat Izzy, who stared at him hungrily. Lauren was nowhere to be seen. He walked in through the bedroom door and felt it close behind him. Reaching around from behind, Lauren, placed a hand on his crotch. "Care for a show, handsome?" He nodded.
Smiling, Izzy rose from the bed. Where hours earlier, James had been caught out by the vision of a soaking wet Julie undressing in front of his window, the moonlight now doused her amazing body in ghostly white light. Her hips began to sway again as she danced on her own in the middle of the room.
Lauren's hand began to flex on his crotch, massaging him through his trousers. She rose to her tip toes again and whispered in his ear. "Wow, she's so fucking sexy! Don't you think she looks sexy, James?" He nodded, unable to form words.
He was transfixed. Izzy continued to slowly gyrate and move, casually staring over at Lauren's hand hovering over his rock hard cock. She slowly grabbed the hem of her dress and started to pull it up and over her shoulders, revealing her body in all of it's glory. She wore matching deep blue lingerie, lace in all right places. His mouth went dry as he spotted the small tents formed by her nipples.
He felt a button on his jeans pop open as Lauren began to undress him. Running a hand down his thigh, she gently pulled his trousers down as she continued to tease him with her other hand. Slowly, she put her hands into his briefs, her cold hands sending a shiver up his spine.
"Izzy, babe? I think I have something you want!"
Izzy bit her lip as she walked over to a frozen James. Kneeling in front of him, she pulled down his briefs as Lauren continued to attend to his cock.
"Mio Dio" she breathed as she watched Lauren play with him from behind. She knelt on the floor in front of James and looked him in the eyes. Where before she had been teasing him with just a sway of her hips and raising of her brow, she now seemed submissive, hungry. She was no longer in control, but neither was he.
He felt Lauren's small hands release his cock as she began to move in front of him. She bent over and whispered in Izzy's ear. She licked her lips as she began to lean forward towards him. Sensually, she began planting small kisses along his shaft, starting at the base and working her way up. When she reached the summit, she let her tongue trail across his more sensitive helmet.
Lauren had taken Izzy's place on the edge of the bed and gazed at the two of them from afar. Spreading her legs, she slowly began to caress her pussy with her right hand.
Izzy's hands started to work James in their strong grip, raining drops of saliva from her mouth to lubricate her action. Her pace began to build. She looked James in the eye once more and bit her lip once more.
James arched his back as the pleasure rocketed through his body. He could feel himself getting closer to the edge. Her hands kept working, gripping harder, pulling faster. She began licking his tip. She was driving him crazy. He felt his balls stiffen. He was going to come. He moaned.
Quick as a flash, her hands tightly gripped the base of his penis, stopping him in his tracks. He twitched from the momentary pain, confused. Looking down he realised she wasn't done with him yet. He was still hard. She guided him into her mouth.
He battled to control himself as her tongue began to massage his shaft. As his eyes began to drift to the ceiling, he noticed Lauren taking her panties off as she watched, her other hand making its way to her still concealed breast. James was not a religious man but at that moment he would swear there was a God.
As Izzy continued her assault, Lauren moaned from the bed, she was certainly getting into the throes of it as she quickly removed her hair bobble, letting her blonde hair fall around her face. She stood and made her way towards Izzy, kneeling down behind her. Placing her hands on Izzy's thighs, she gently caressed her skin, fingers running tantalisingly close to her panties. James could feel Izzy gasp while taking him to the back of her throat. It was an unbelievable feeling. James could do nothing but watch.
Lauren's hands retreated to Izzy's hips, running smoothly up her sides towards her shoulders. She brushed Izzy's dark hair away from her neck and began nuzzle her from behind. Izzy groaned. The vibrations from which sent James right to the edge again.
Lauren kept working as she subtly began to remove Izzy's bra, unleashing her magnificent bosom. As soon as the lace dropped, Lauren's hands reached around and began to caress her. She whispered something in Izzy's ear that had her shiver slightly, before licking her neck and toying with her ear. James could hold back no longer. With Izzy distracted, she didn't notice his entire body tense up as he exploded on her chest, coating both her breasts and Lauren's hands in his thick jism.
"Mmmm!" Lauren purred as she licked her fingers, "I love freshly iced buns!"
She moved herself from behind Izzy and lay her back on James' floor, greedily licking up his seed from Izzy's heaving chest. By this point, James could no longer discern wet from dry on Izzy's panties. He decided that they had to go. Kneeling between her legs, he gently removed them, lifting her legs together as he eased them off. He couldn't help but give the sodden panties a quick sniff before throwing them behind him, savouring the taste.
When he looked back, Lauren and Izzy had begun passionately kissing on his bedroom floor. Lauren, still in her gold sequinned dress (minus panties) was perched on top of Izzy's hand, which James had noticed was now slowly massaging Lauren clit. James dropped down on to his hands and knees and began kissing the inside of Izzy's thigh, getting closer and closer to her sopping pussy. He started the way he normally started oral, by gently licking and nibbling at her labia, his tongue tracing its way down and up her slit. Izzy moaned. Lauren had sat up and was now riding her hand backwards and forwards, intensely staring at the mediterranean beauty below her.
His tongue eventually landed upon her clit, sending a bolt of electricity through her that seemed to go straight through her arm and up into the blonde teenager. He pressed on, slowly inserting a couple of fingers into her pussy. She started to become more restless. Her breathing heavy. James's tongue pushed harder. Faster. Taking a risk, he replaced his tongue with his thumb and moved lower, licking the juices from her snatch as he went. He continued lower, lower. He slowly circled her sphincter, repeating the motion that proved so effective upon Julie earlier.
She screamed as the orgasm took her. Lauren launched herself down to kiss her, drowning out the sound. She began to spasm from the continued assault from James' fingers and tongue, until slowly she began to come back down.
Lauren stood up, juices trickling down her thigh, as she made her way back over to the bed. Izzy opened her eye and looked at James, before leaning back and looking over to Lauren. James helped her sit up, kissing her as she battled to regain her breath.
Izzy turned to look back at Lauren, who had begin playing with herself again at the head of James' bed, and crawled over towards her. With an outreached hand, Lauren gracefully cupped her cheek and brought her in for another kiss. James was starting to feel left out. The two girls began petting each other again as James noticed his cock beginning to swell again. He was impressed with how quickly he'd managed to recover from Izzy's blowjob. Lauren had noticed as well.
She parted lips with Izzy and directed her attention towards James' stiffening cock. Whispering in her ear again, he saw her smile and nod before the pair rose from the bed and walked towards him. Lauren circled around behind him as Izzy began removing his shirt. James' sensitive cock was rubbing against her pubes and was driving him wild. He was about to take control of the situation when Lauren grabbed his cock from behind again. "Not so fast loverboy!"
He turned around to face her as Izzy removed his shirt. Raising her eyebrow, she grinned at him as he pulled her towards him, gripping her tightly. The sequins on her dress rough and sharp against his ever hardening member almost made him groan where he stood. He leaned in for a kiss. She stopped him. "You're here for her" she stated confidently as she placed a hand on his bare chest and pushed him backwards towards the bed. He wasn't sure what she meant but he was not going to argue either way.
Lying back on the bed, Izzy and Lauren began to crawl over and around him like a pair of predators circling a catch, waiting to go in for the kill. This time, Izzy made the first move, she grabbed James' cock and swallowed it whole, pushing it right to the back of her throat. James moaned heavily. As he raised his head to get a better look at her, he felt a gentle finger on his forehead, pushing it back down. Lauren stared down at him, a smile crossing her face. She manoeuvred herself above his face and sat down on his waiting tongue.
James felt the vibrations of a small moan rushing through her body as he lapped at her small pussy. He couldn't help but wonder how amazing it was going to be to fuck her. She was so tight, he could feel her insides trying to grip his tongue as it darted in and out of her. She started grinding her hips on his face. He reached down (or was it up?) and started licking her clit. She shuddered. He began sucking on it, his hands now gripping her tiny arse above his head, kneading the muscles as they slid back and forth. She leaned forward, placing her hands on his chest to support herself. Digging her nails in, it felt like she was trying to stop herself from falling off. The pain spurred him on. He felt her body tense and shiver. He put all of his effort into her clit, while getting his hands into position, just as he felt she was about to tense again, he stuck his little finger in her asshole. We have ignition!
Now it was Lauren's turn to scream as her body was rocked by a powerful orgasm. James felt her thighs contract around his head as her juices were expelled all over his chin. He tried to hold her in place, but she rolled off him, her dress now up by her hips.
Izzy sat up, watching as Lauren took a breather. She crawled forward and kissed him hard, as if trying to suck Lauren's juices out of his mouth. She straddled him mid-kiss. A sense of renewed urgency spurring her on. She rubbed his cock against her snatch before thrusting herself down upon it, She whimpered through gritted teeth as she slowly raised herself before letting herself fall. Her magnificent tits gently swaying as she moved. James sat up. Repositioning himself, he sat underneath her and wrapped her legs around his waist, bringing his mouth at the perfect height to confront her breasts. He wrapped his arms around her back as he suckled on her right nipple. Izzy leant back and started gently rocking back and forth. Tenderly nibbling his shoulder. She noticed that Lauren had drifted off to sleep behind him. A shame, she had looked forward to watching her take her first cock.
James began pinching her nipples between his teeth, making her shudder. She leant back further, pulling James over on top of her. Keeping her legs around his waist, she pulled him into her. Inviting him to take over, she grabbed him by the back of the head and pulled him into her bosom, suffocating him. He began to thrust in hard, slow motions, making her jump as he bottomed out inside her. She could feel his balls slapping against her ass. It felt so good. He pinched her left nipple between his thumb and finger, steadying himself with his other hand. His thrusts gathered pace.
"Yes!" she gasped. "Yes! Harder James!"
He grunted primevally as he heaved into her, complying to her demands. He hooked his ands under her shoulders and started pulling her down in towards his thrusts. Her hands dug into his back. She was coming. 'Just a little further!' he thought. Pounding at her as if his life depended on it. He was closer than he thought. He increased the speed again, his hips moving like pistons on a steam train. He felt her inner walls tighten around him. Their death grip holding him in place as he unleashed yet another stream of cum, this time straight into Izzy's welcoming womb. The two of them collapsed in a heap, regaining their breath as James slowly started to soften inside her.
They lay there for what seemed like an hour, until Izzy got up to go to the bathroom. James surveyed the carnage, clothes all over the room, Izzy's panties somehow hanging from one of the handles on James wardrobe. He looked behind him and saw Lauren curled up in a ball, asleep, her cute little arse sticking out from beneath her dress. He waited for Izzy to return before straightening her out and climbing into bed next to her.
Spooning, they fell asleep in each others arms. 'I could get used to this!' James thought.