6
The elevator dings loudly behind me and I feel my body tense up in response. An instinctive reaction. My subconscious reminding me what happened the last time I shared a room with this woman with no one to pull us apart. Annette emerges from the elevator; shorn of her skimpy dress. Her pointed pink nipples rising from her milk-white skin and hinting at her excitement. She struts confidently between the parting doors and down the hall. A slight sway to her hips as she approaches me with menacing intent.
Like a magnet, I feel drawn towards this redheaded slut. I refuse to wait patiently for her to make her way to me. I walk back down the hall to meet her. My breasts bounce as I stride toward her; confident I can best this woman If I need to. Neither of us break stride and we meet halfway down the hall with a fleshy impact. Nose-to-nose like pro-wrestlers from yesteryear. Our bare breasts mushroom and our nipples swell as we bump tits and try to psych each other out.
Jack's presence, his watchful gaze, making the atmosphere electric. We both feel feminine and sensual in front of the man who has pleasured us both. Neither of us willing to back off and let the other have him. Complicated emotions bubble under the surface, threatening to boil over as we stare into each other's eyes. I struggle to maintain my composure as I feel the warmth of Annette's breath on my face.
Her chest rises and falls in a steady pattern, as if she too is forcing herself to remain calm. Our engorged nipples jostle and rub stiffly, as neither of us yields so much as an inch. My darker nipples pushing against hers. Our contact so tight, we can feel the bumps on each others' areolae. Before either of us can say a word, I feel Jack at our side. I stiffen involuntarily as he places a hand on the small of my back. Surprised by the unexpected contact. Annette does the same, telling me that he is touching her as well.
The realisation angers me...
He grins broadly beside us. Revelling in the melodrama of two women prepared to catfight for his touch. We hiss threats at each other, like bitchy teenagers, as he watches:
"Fight me, cxnt..."
"I'm right here, bitch..."
Jack clears his throat and asserts his authority; "Not here. Let's go inside. Annette on my left, Riley on my right. No fighting until I say so."
Both of us obey and Jack revels in the power he has over us. Two confident, sexy women determined to kick the other's ass, yet submitting to his will. We walk three abreast back down the hall towards Annette's penthouse.
Jack's confidence soars as he realises how badly both of us crave his touch. Both of us prepared to shed our middle-class respectability and fight for the right to be owned, conquered, and utterly mastered by his cock. He ushers us through the door and into Annette's apartment with a hand on both our asses...