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Lyla couldn't get to sleep, thoughts of her liaison with Seth mingled with the sweltering heat made it impossible for her to nod off. Her only consolation was the throbbing in her pussy was starting to subside, her shit hole on the other hand was still aching a little but it reminded her of her wild night aboard the yacht. She could hear muffled voices coming from the next room, her housemate Sunni was having a heated argument on the phone.

"Poor thing." Lyla thought, "She hasn't been herself since her father announced he was visiting her after years with no contact.


When sleep finally arrived it was a montage of all the recent episodes in her life; her fateful encounter with Holt, sleeping with Mr Howe, seducing innocent Halle, watching Clarke and Cassie fuck, her threesome with the investors, her tryst with Marlon.

She awoke sweating, her sheets tangled around her long legs. Regret slowly washed over her, none of those encounters compared to her night on the yacht with Seth, it was like it had taken place in a parallel universe, it wasn't the same when she was with him. She wasn't the same. Her heart began to race and her whole body began to flush in his company, he made her act like a school girl. Her fuck lust was highlighted when she was with him. The realisation that he was leaving soon to go back to his home and job devastated her, she could almost feel a hollow cavity forming in her chest.

She turned over in the bed and slapped her pillow in frustration, she could hear the front door slam followed by Sunni screaming at the top of her lungs. She heard a deep voice reply. Lyla sat up in her bed.

"That must be Sunni's father. Fuck! what is he doing in the apartment."

She threw back her sheet and slipped into her black short shorts and white singlet, she crept to the door and placed her ear against it. It was muffled but she could make out phrases here and there.

"IF you had just told us.... this will kill your mother... shame on the family name Suryanshu."

"Who is Suryanshu?" Lyla thought as she put on a light blouse over her singlet, she needed to support her housemate.

She pulled open the door and walked into the lounge room, Sunni was sitting on the couch, her head in her hands while a tall man stood over her, shouting.

His hulking figure seemed to fill the small room, he had white hair and a moustache, his skin the same caramel tone as his daughter, he wore white sneakers, beige shorts and a vertically stripped golf polo.

"I think that's enough." Lyla said, trying to sound more braver than she felt. "You better leave now, you are obviously upsetting your daughter."

"My daughter!" he spat, as if it was a dirty word. "She is no daughter of mine."

"You are not welcome now leave!." Lyla said, anger now pumping through her veins. " I will call the police."

"Lyla it's fine, Dad I will meet you later I just want to be alone right now." Sunni whispered through her thick mane of black hair that cascaded around her face. All through the altercation, not once did she lift her head. Lyla felt so sorry for her.

"You heard her, piss off."

The man clenched his fists and breathed heavily, he stared at Lyla with fury in his eyes, he took one more contemptuous look at Sunni and stormed out.

"What a prick." Lyla said as she heard the front door slam again. She sidled beside her friend on the couch and stroked her shoulder. "What's his problem?"

"It's nothing, I am sorry to involve you. I will make sure he does not return to the apartment."

"Surely you are not going to see him again after that."

"Yes, he is my father Lyla, he is in shock, he got some news today that he never expected in a million years. I will shower, call my cousin then try again." She stood up morosely and went to her room.

The heat in the apartment was sweltering, all of a sudden Lyla was parched. No matter what she tried she couldn't seem to take enough breath. She slowly walked back to her room, a makeshift icepack pressed to her forehead, she grabbed her phone and seen a missed call and a voice mail from Clarke.

"What does he want," she mused as she pressed play on the voicemail. She was still angry with him for lying to her about the investors and the position he put her in. He was pissed at her for lying about Halle's relationship to Holt.

His sheepish voice soon came on.

"Lyla, I know you said you had a doctor's appointment and were taking the day off but I was hoping you would please give me a call the second you get this, I cannot stress how important it is that you call me."

"What the fuck was that about." She thought as she threw the phone back on to the bed and headed into the bathroom for a cold shower. His voice sounded so weird.

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The cool water splashed against her face before running over her breasts, her nipples stood erect against the chill, she had to bite her lip, the sensation was thrilling her nerves. Her stomach felt slightly bloated after the seeing too Seth had given her on the yacht. Her ass was nearly back to normal, she placed her back against the freezing tiles of the shower and began to rub herself all over. Even just the thought of Seth was enough to get her motor running. She quickly knocked off the water, an idea had sprung into her mind, she was stupid not to have thought of it earlier.

"Phone sex!" she inwardly squealed.

Quickly wrapping a towel around her sodden hair she walked into her room naked. She could feel the humid heat already beginning to dry her skin. She grabbed her phone and was startled to see that while she was in the shower, Clarke had rang another four times and left seven text messages.

Rather that drag out her annoyance with him all day she quickly hit redial, he picked up on the first ring.

"What!" She barked.

"Lyla, thank God you answered I cannot go into too much detail right now but you really need to get down here, Gunner and Alexi have called the meeting for an hour, I thought it was going to be next week, Robert can't make it so I really need you beside me to show a united front."

"Hmm.. I don't think so Clarke, I think you can handle them just fine on your own, I don't really want to see them again so soon after..."

"Lyla, please, I know I fucked up by not telling you about my relationship with them I really do but we are so close to getting this thing off the ground. We can't stop now, all of our hard work will have been for nothing. "

She had never heard him sound this needy or desperate before.

"Fine," she caved," But I am taking a weeks vacation after it, I mean it Clarke, no calls, emails or texts."

"Not a problem, just be here in thirty minutes and I will even pay for a hotel trip for you."

"Ya, ya." She said as she hung up.

She quickly walked to Sunni's bedroom, her door was closed, as it had been all day, she could hear her talking on the phone so decided not to disturb her. She would text her after the meeting to see if she was ok. Rummaging through her closet she found a pair of navy short shorts and a light pink running top. Lyla had decided to go bra-less, she was determined to show the investors that she was not embarrassed or ashamed of what had happened at their last meeting. She quickly remembered, as she pulled her hair into a tight pony tail and pulled it out of the black baseball cap, that she was still expected to play the role or Clarke's doting wife. Butterflies began to dance in her stomach as she slipped on her red high top sneakers.

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The shower was wasted, as soon as she hit the street she began to sweat. Everyone she met on her walk to the office building was grumpy and red faced. It felt as if the whole city was in an oven, the hum of air conditioners played from every place she walked by.

Sunni was still on her mind, she hated to see her friend in such turmoil, she wondered what the news was that could send her father into such a fury. Clarke sounding like he was in pain didn't help either. The prospect at coming face to face with Gunner and Alexi wasn't filling her with joy. She hoped it was just to finalise the details of the contract, she was one hundred per cent not going to give them a repeat of their threesome. It just wasn't happening.

With her mind so preoccupied, Lyla was at the door to the building before she knew it.

Inside the foyer was blissfully chilled, she debated whether or not to send Seth a quick text while she waited for the elevator. She just wanted to check in and let him know that she was still thinking off him, he had asked that she wait for him to contact her as he was up to his eyes in work and needed to concentrate, Lyla struggled with not hearing from him since the morning after the yacht, he had texted from the airport.

"Hope your sweet ass is doing ok this morning, just on the way back, will message you in a few days to catch up. Miss you."

A wistful smile crept upon her face as she thought about the messaged for the twentieth time that day. She decided that she would send him a little hello message when she discovered that she didn't take her phone with her, she had left it on the bed.

"Fuck!" She moaned as the doors opened and she stepped out into the deserted floor. She passed Jennifer, Clarkes older secretary, on her way out, she looked more disgruntled than usual.

"What's going on Jennifer? Where is everybody?" She asked as she poured herself a cup of water from the cooler.

"Clarke told everyone to go home, wish he could have saved me the journey, I don't know what that man is thinking, we can't really afford to be having days off right now." She moved a heavy pile of folders she was carrying from one arm to her other. "Why are you here?" Jennifer asked as she looked Lyla up and down disapprovingly, she clearly wasn't a fan of her attire.

Lyla was used to Jennifer's scorn but wasn't in the mood to rise to it today.

"A final meeting with the investors, I hope it's quick I have stuff to do today, I am meant to have the day off."

"Well they arrived a few minutes ago and they definitely do not look happy. Good luck with that." She added with a cackle and pressed the elevator.

Lyla walked slowly to her desk in front of Clarke's office, she wondered what Jennifer meant.

She refilled her bottle and knocked apprehensively.

The door opened slowly. Gunner stood aside to let her walk in, her stomach dropped, anger radiated from him. Alexi was sitting on the sofa, he seemed awkward and looked like he wished he could be anywhere else in the world right now. He made no eye contact or even acknowledged that she had entered the room. Clarke sat pale faced behind his desk, strands of hair stuck to his sweaty forehead.

She couldn't read anything from Clarkes face, nerves erupted through her body but she forced herself to take a deep breath she still had no clue what this meeting was about.

"Gentlemen," she said quietly as she slunk down on to the sofa facing Alexi, Clarke still had not spoken a word. He sat as still as a statue, almost as if he could become invisible by not moving.

"Lyla, how good it is to see you again." Gunner said as he sat down beside her, his hulking presence doing nothing to assuage her worries. His cologne smelt musky and strong, it was mixed with the scent of whiskey on his breath. She hated herself for being a little bit turned on. He was wearing black shorts, his black socks pulled up to his muscular calves. His black singlet was tight on his rock hard frame. Alexi was dressed similarly though he had settled on red as his color of choice. He too was drinking, a large decanter that Clarke usually used for entertaining clients was on the desk next to two large tumblers. Lyla had forgotten how attractive Alexi was, with his short dark curly hair and severe jaw line. He looked like he had walked out of the cover of a magazine.

"We were just, as you say in 'the neighbourhood' and wanted to stop by and finalise the deal before we fly back. We rang earlier to surprise you with a gift, as a gesture of our future working relationship." Gunners cool hand rested on her shoulder, it took all of her inner strength not to shrug it off.

"Oh, you don't have to get me anything, as long as everyone is happy we can just continue going forward. Professionally of course." She stood up and walked towards the cooler.

"Yes I know." He pulled a cigarette from a box and lit it. "I prefer cigars but it is too damn hot."

Lyla could feel the tension in the room as if it was physically present. Clarkes eyes darted rapidly between all three of them. His face looked strained as if he was trying to communicate with her telepathically. He looked like he was shrinking into his salmon colored shirt.

"Well then you can imagine our surprise then when we spoke to Clarkes receptionist." Gunner exhaled smoke slowly, a knowing smile danced across his lips fleetingly.

" I asked her what gift could possibly be fitting enough for the beautiful wife of Clarke Bentley. She wondered where I had met the lovely Cassie, I said I must have been mistaken for I thought her name was Lyla. She nearly wet herself laughing at me."

Lyla grabbed Clarkes desk to stabilise herself, this was not good.

"As I said earlier Gunner, it was an honest mistake." Clarke finally whispered.

"Fuck you and your honest mistake." He spat.

Clarke gulped, Alexi still stared at his trainers, Lyla felt the atmosphere turn arctic instantly.


"Gunner we didn't mean to deceive you it just happened." Lyla bumbled.

"I know exactly what happened," Gunner spoke directly to Clarke, "You thought you would offer us your wife to get us on board with the deal, I must admit Clarke it was a brazen and daring move, I would never had expected that the weedy little runt who worked behind my bar would have such cunning in him. "

He leaned forward and put out the cigarette in a glass of water.

"Now you know what I am capable of Clarke, you know such fucking deceit will not go unpunished."

Clarke opened his mouth to object but was silenced by a look from Alexi, a small circle of red bloomed under each eye. Lyla couldn't tell if he was angry or scared of what was about to come. Her insides felt like molten lava, she looked to Clarke for some reassurance but he looked like a little boy lost.

"You are extremely lucky that Alexi managed to talk me around from what I had originally planned for you both, no one and I mean no one makes a fool of Gunner. He has read your proposal for the app extensively and he knows that it will be a great venture for us going ahead. I love and trust him more than my own family so no v******e will be inflicted on you today. Not by my hand at least."

"What does that mean?" Lyla asked cautiously, some feeling beginning to creep back into her body.

"It means," Alexi said, finally looking at her with what she believed to be reproach in his eyes. "That for pretending to be husband and wife you must now act as husband and wife. The terms are non-negotiable, we will remove funding from your business and cannot guarantee your safety going forward." He coughed at the last part of the sentence, he spoke as if he had rehearsed the answer and was saying it against his will. He returned his gaze to his feet and closed his eyes.

"What does that mean, act as husband and wife?" Clarke asked nervously.

"It means I will forgive your transgression if you and Lyla fuck like the newlyweds you claimed to be. You want her to be your wife then you will fucking take her as your wife.

"You cannot be serious." Lyla whispered, a weakness flooding her body.

"Believe me Lyla, I would not joke. You have made a fool of me and now you will pay, if not with your life like I wanted, then with your bodies. You can discuss this among yourselves briefly. I am not unreasonable."

He moved to the other sofa and sat beside Alexi, he whispered something into his ear and Alexi just nodded.

Lyla looked down at Clarke who was staring at her with a hopeless look in his eyes. She shook her head and gave him a incredulous look.

"Will you please step into the kitchen." He said, every word seemed to be breaking his heart.

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"We have to leave now," Lyla whimpered running her hands through her sweaty hair. "He is fucking crazy."

Clarke quickly shut the door and urged her to talk quietly.

"Calm down." He said placing his hands on her shoulders. He removed her baseball cap.

"Don't you fucking tell me to calm down., who the fuck have you got us involved with. He will kill us both, oh how did we get so fucked!" She began pacing the length of the narrow room. "There is no fucking way were doing what he asks."

"I know Lyla, I know. It was stupid of me to pretend you were my wife I wasn't thinking and I never expected him to turn up here."

"What are we going to do, we are the only ones on this floor, do you have you phone on you? Call Mr Howe."

"He took mine, how about you?" Clarke said leaning against the sink.
"No it's back at my house on charge. Think of something quickly or I am just going to run out the door."

"He will never let you leave here like that, I have seen him in action Lyla. I think Alexi may have a thing for you which is the reason that you still have the use of your legs and I am still breathing."

"So what are you telling me? If we don't fuck we are dead? You're actually telling me this?" She spat, strands of her hair falling out of the pony tail.

"I know its sick, I really just thought he wanted to finalise the deal or maybe try and weasel a bigger percentage of the profits I never imagined he would pull this shit, but make no mistake he will kill us both."

"I would rather die, fuck the app, seriously, it's more fucking trouble than it's worth." She moved towards the door when Clarke slid in front of her, blocking the exit.

"Now hold on a minute, ok, I don't like this idea any more than you, I have Cassie to think about. My life's work."

"When will it stop though, he already has the gun what's to stop him from telling Cassie, how much opportunity are you going to give this creep to fuck up your life Clarke? God!"

"I am trying my best." He exasperated. "I can't seem to do a fucking thing right lately.

They both looked at each other, breathing heavily when a knock came on the door.
It was Alexi who spoke with a pained expression.

"Gunner says you have five minutes to decide before he runs out of patience and decides to burn your building to the ground."

"What are we going to do." Lyla said.

Clarke looked at her, pleading eyes on a proud head.
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Clarke pulled the door open slowly and stood aside waiting for Lyla to walk out, he whispered to her that it was the only way. She bit her lip and looked at him with tears in her eyes. She took a deep breath and threw him the most scornful look she could muster. She fixed her hair back into a tight ponytail and walked out slowly.

Gunner was still sitting beside Alexi on the sofa, a giant grin spread across his face as he seen the look on Lyla's.

"Good I was hoping you would choose this option. Wasn't I just saying to you Alexi that I would hate it if they decided not to play the game." He elbowed Alexi jovially.

"I will wait in the car," Alexi said standing up, his cheeks red.

Gunners hand shot out and grabbed him by the wrist.
"No, I do not think so my friend, you were made a fool off also, you should enjoy watching the show they are going to put on for us. Come on sit."

The tone of his voice made it clear that it was not an invitation but a demand. Lyla walked to the cooler and poured herself a drink, she couldn't believe that this was actually happening. A few weeks ago she would have called it a fantasy to fuck her boss but now she was doing it and neither her or Clarke were into it.

A drunken fumble between the two of them she could just chalk up to a mistake and hoped that they both could move on from it. But to have sex like this, in front of the two men was just another low in a constant stream of shit in her life lately. She could feel her cheeks flush with a mixture of anger and embarrassment . She cast a quick look at Clarke, he was still ashen faced, if she was unaware of the situation she would have almost felt sorry for him. He had loosened the collar and cuffs of his shirt, he had kicked his slip on shoes off and placed them under his desk.

"On the table should be fine for now." Gunner barked, lighting up another cigarette.

Lyla moved to the table slowly, every step was closer to Clarke, closer to what was about to happen.
"Another thing out of my control." She thought caustically to herself as she slipped of her red high tops.

She felt extremely self conscious as Clarke pulled off his shirt revealing his thin lightly defined frame, his mop of curly brown hair was dark with sweat, he pulled down his pants. Lyla could see his meaty rod bulging in his purple underwear. He looked like he was about to be sick, he was known around the office and town as a very committed loving husband, if him and Cassie were ever photographed together the looks they shared was of true love, he always held the door for her and pulled out her chair when they ate at staff parties, When Lyla had accidently watched them fuck on the very same desk they were about to, she was surprised at his commanding tone, it was still respectful in nature but it had a primitive force behind it. She just couldn't believe that this was about to happen.

Gunner moved closer on his seat taking in the scene as they both stripped, Lyla cursed herself for going braless, she peeled off her navy short shorts and kicked them away, she was grateful that she was wearing a black g string, it added a final barrier. Her heart gave a jolt as she looked at Alexi, he was looking at her body intently taking in her toned thighs and scanning up over her full ass.

"Your top Lyla, we have all seen you naked before, perhaps not your boss but you haven't seen what he has to offer either. Let's make this painless as possible, you both have twenty seconds to be naked or else I will be forced to intervene and you both don't want that trust me."

Lyla walked to Clarke, her back to the two men, she whispered so quietly that it wasn't sure if Clarke had heard what she said. His look at the floor and minute nod of his head told her that he had.
She had whispered the only thing she could think of to get this over and done with quickly.

"Follow my lead."


She slowly peeled off her pink running top, her breast flopped gently. Her skin was slick with sweat and she couldn't remember a time when she felt more uncomfortable.

Clarke was stroking himself, his hand grabbing his meaty shaft over the fabric of his purple boxers.

"Lyla sit on the desk and face us." Gunner whispered, his voice taking on a raspy tone, he sounded hungry.

Lyla did as she was told. The desk felt hot against her ass cheeks.

"Clarke pull her panties across and rub her. Get her engine started. Trust us, you have never experienced anything as fine as Lyla here." Gunner said looking at Alexi, who was engrossed in the scene unfolding before his eyes.

Lyla spread her legs slightly apart before Gunner told her to move them wider. Clarke slid his hand between her thighs and with one finger slid the narrow fabric away from her pussy. Lyla swallowed, she kept her eyes on the door behind the two men. Despite herself she began to get wet as Clarke's fingers began to rub against her opening.

"Turn around Clarke, she is about to return the favor and we don't want to miss a second."

Clarke sat next to Lyla on the desk, she could see that he had a semi going as she pushed her hand down past his waistband and grabbed his meaty member, it was slick with sweat and warm in her hand. She slowly began to jerk it up towards her, she could hear Clarkes breath becoming more ragged as she tugged faster, his cock now growing under her touch. He began to mush her pussy lips harder and in a circular motion, she could feel the color burst on her face.

She hated everyone in this room but mostly she was upset with herself for getting into this mess.

"Slide a finger in Clarke don't be shy, she is your wife after all." He said with a laugh.

He parted her lips and pushed in his middle finger. She couldn't help it, a groan escaped her lips.

"Squeeze your nipple Lyla, I remember how you like that."

Instantly her hand cradled her breast while her thumb and forefinger tweaked her erect nipple, the sensation was overriding her feeling of scorn. The fuck lust was revving inside of her, she bit her lip as she threw her head back, swaying her hips against Clarke's finger.

"Pull him harder Lyla, he is getting away too easy."
She looked at Alexi, his face was strained as if it was taking all of his self restraint not to jump on the table and ravage her himself. She had not known that he had liked her more than the three way but she had seen that look on many faces of her past conquests. He wanted her and it was fucking killing him to see her with another guy.

She pulled her hand from inside of his boxers and pulled them down, Clarke's now fully erect cock sprang out, she still couldn't believe that someone so tall and thin could have such a meaty prick. He was 8', in the middle of his shaft it had a thick girth before tapering into a red colored helmet. His balls were ensconced in a tight beige sack. He moved the boxers down to his ankles and thrust his hips out slightly, giving her better reach. She spat on her hand and spread her saliva over his helmet before working it down his thick rod.

"That's it, good girl, tell her how good she is Clarke." Gunner whispered, a****l desire in his eyes.

"You're the best Lyla," he said without making eye contact with her, she knew what he meant though, her hand job skills were average, he was thanking her for going ahead with this and once again saving both of their asses.

Lyla, focused on his body, he was lean and defined, his white skin was peppered with dark brown moles. Between his pecks a triangle of body hair spread out finely before forming into a trail that led all the way to his belly button. She hadn't noticed that it was an outey when she watched him fuck Cassie. Two brown nipples were barely visible through the hair.

Her pussy was starting to squelch under his finger blasting, the tendon in her hips were strained as she placed one leg on the table. she was more open to him now.

"Stand in front of her Clarke and finger her deeper. "Gunner said as he stood up and walked closer to the desk.

Clarke hobbled around to her, his underwear around his ankles. He was still not making eye contact with her.

"Beside me now, Alexi, this is for your eyes as well."

Lyla heard the couch squeak as he moved to the far end of the desk, both men looked on as Clarke twisted his wrist around and began to finger fuck her like he was beckoning her to come forward. The sensation was creating an inferno inside of her.

"I am so fucking twisted." She thought to herself as she began to pinch her nipples now that both of her hands were free. "I cannot believe I am getting off on this. I should hate this but I don't."

"Taste her now, we can both say that you have never had anything as sweet as Lyla's juices."

Clarke hesitated. Lyla could sense him tense up.

"Do as your told." Alexi snapped, he spoke as if he had just be awoken from a brilliant dream and was desperate to go back to sleep. "She needs constant attention and you fucking stopping and starting isn't going to make this any easier or fun for anyone."

"That's my man." Gunner said proudly. 'Welcome to the party."

Lyla laid back on the desk, her feet resting on either of Clarke's boney shoulders, she wondered if Alexi was ever going to speak, he's commanding tone and snarl just turned her on even more.

The fact that he was pissed off at Clarke stopping and not giving her the attention he thought she deserved drove Lyla wild. When she felt Clark's tongue part her piss flaps she couldn't help herself, she moaned and grabbed a fist full of his curly brown hair and pushed his face closer into her wet cunt.

She felt him pull back so she loosened her grip slightly, her pussy felt electrified as he gently lapped her gash, Gunner looked on with a smile across his face, Alexi looked as if he was about to faint.

"What did I tell you Clarke, her pussy is unlike anything we had ever experienced before."

Gunner reached up and removed the monitor and sheets of paper from Clarkes desk.

"Mount the table Clarke."
He pulled away quickly, Lyla spun around and laid down on the full length of the table, Clarke kicked off his underwear, his dick bobbing slightly as he lifted his leg and squatted on the table.

"Don't fucking look at him like that." Alexi snarled, "You are already too far to back out now. This is the last time we will correct you."

Lyla could hear Gunner chuckle.

"My man here has a soft spot of dear Lyla. He needs to see this happen, it's because of him that I decided to go with this softer punishment."

"Softer punishment?" Lyla thought angrily.

"Sixty nine NOW" Alexi said. He walked back to the couch and grabbed his and Gunners drink, he handed it to this friend and sat on the arm of the couch.

Clarke swung his leg over Lyla's body and lowered into a crouch. She could see his fat cock dangling over her face as he moved closer to her, she bent her knees and parted her legs. His curly hair tickled her thighs as he resumed his half hearted licking.

Self doubt slowly began to creep back in, her fuck lust was still there but it wasn't raging as it was before. The extra tension in the room was quelling her desire, she really wished that Alexi had remained silent.

Clarke's cock tapped her on the chin, she placed her hand in an awkward position and began to jerk him quickly.

"Use your mouth darling." Gunner said as he took a drink.

She stopped her jerking and closed her eyes, again she couldn't believe that this was happening, she tried to focus on Clarke's tongue licking her slit to get her motivated but she was struggling . She took a deep breath then hocked a mouthful of spit that hit the underside of his shaft and his bulbous red helmet. It dangled briefly before she angled her neck and put his cock in her mouth. He stopped eating her out and exhaled loudly. She wondered what was running through his mind as she began to slurp on his member.

"Get back to it Clarke," Alexi whispered threateningly. "I am about to lose my mind."

His balls were lying on her nose as she sensed movement around the table. Clarke grunted again as Alexi grabbed a handful of his curly hair and pulled his head back between her things, she felt his mouth slam against her pussy as Alexi barked. "Fucking eat."

His lips began to massage between her thighs lazily, she could hear him whimper as he paced his tongue against her clit. Whatever his head and heart where feeling Clarke's dick was into the sex, pre-cum coated her tongue as she slowly worked his prick.

"I am sure you remember from our last encounter with the lovely Lyla Alexi, that she is particularly fond of another one of her holes being shown attention. " Gunner said with mirth in his voice.

"I couldn't forget that Gunner. Clarke stick out your tongue and rim her shitter."

Again she heard another whimper as she took a breather from sucking his fat schlong, her lips opening around his shaft.

"Listen please I will give you a higher percentage of the profits just please end this now, you have proven your point." his voice reverberating against her snatch.

"I think our friend here thinks we are fools, thinks we are playing around. Do you think it would be hard to live with just one hand Alexi."

"You could learn to live with it after a while but who needs the hassle."

"This is literally your last chance Clarke, we have the means to blow up your whole life with just one phone call, DO NOT MAKE US SAY IT AGAIN."

Alexi pulled his head away from her pussy and slammed it against the table.

"Why can't you be more like Lyla, she gets it, she knows from experience how much like a****ls we can be, now imagine that same ferocity when we are pissed off. When you worked in our bar you seen only one per cent of our anger."

Still holding a fistful of his hair Alexi pulled Clarke off the table, his cock ripped from Lyla's mouth.

"Swing around Lyla, spread your cheeks for him. We don't want to make Alexi even more mad." Gunner leaned forward and whispered in her ear, the stench of whiskey on his breath made her pull a face.

She propped herself up on her elbows and swung her legs around so her hip was slightly hanging over the edge of the desk. Clarke was kneeling before her, his face red and his eyes full of tears. A crazed look had taken over Alexi's face.

"Tongue fuck her back door and give it your best effort." He said as he pushed his head towards Lyla's openings.

She hated to even consider it but deep down seeing Clarke such a mess revved up her fuck lust, all the shit he had put her through the last few weeks was coming to a head. She hadn't realised that she harboured such animosity towards her boss until she reached both of her hands down and spread her ass cheeks waiting to receive him.

Alexi and Gunner whooped and cheered seeing the action, she caught a glimpse of Clarke's maudlin eyes before she felt the tip of his tongue circle her brown eye. She knew deep in her heart that this whole situation was wrong but it didn't stop her from tipping over into the plains of her fuck lust. His warm breath on her hole made her eyes roll. She resumed tweaking her nipple, she felt Gunners breath run ragged as his eyes devoured the scene before him.

Alexi began to pull his hair back and forth between her ass cheeks, the pressure and wetness against both of her holes was driving her wild, she couldn't resist it any longer she slipped a hand between her thighs and began to rub her pussy. Against everything she wanted her body betrayed her and she let out a moan.

"That's it you dirty girl, give in and let us guide you." Gunner said with a slight slur to his voice. "Make him enter her just using his mouth Alexi."

Clarke face once again contorted with reluctance before being smashed against her crapper. His tongue probed deep inside of her, she closed her eyes and imagined it was Seth, the wetness in her cunt increased twofold. She felt Clarke's hands on both of her thighs , trying in vain to wrestle back some control.

"That's enough mouth play, time to get down to the good stuff." Alexi said looking down at Clarke with an arrogant sneer.

Lyla hoped that this would be over quickly, she put the fact that she was enjoying the sex down to it being an absurd fantasy and nothing more. The real life repercussions would come later and she was not sure if she was able to deal with them, she swore to herself after her night on the yacht with Seth that she was going to be loyal and stop these illicit liaisons. She was going to try and sort her life out, maybe go back to school or travel.

Clarke slowly rose to his feet, his cock was semi hard, around his lips was wet and red from the friction, he looked more disheveled and lost than Lyla had ever seen him.

"I have some rubbers in the top drawer," he whispered.

"What do you need them for," Gunner asked, his voice laced with venom. "You are husband and wife after all, there is no need for such precautions."

Lyla's stomach lurched.

"I want to use protection, we have done everything you have asked please just let him wear a condom."

"I appreciate 'your' efforts so far Lyla. This is not negotiable. Now begin, we have a flight to catch and we would want to hold a meeting after to discuss our future. The quicker you come the quicker we will go." Gunner said with a chuckle.

Lyla and Clarke made eye contact, she mouthed the words, hate fuck me.
Clarke stood at the edge of the desk, his eyes shut tightly as he began to stroke his semi. Lyla spat on her fingers and began to massage her pussy, trying anything that would get her motor going. She glanced at the two men who were sitting on the sofa once again, the decanter of whiskey was nearly empty. She noticed a bulge in Alexi's shorts, his gaze was firmly fixed on her naked body.

She grabbed Clarke's neck and looked like she was kissing his neck, her lips were pressed against his flesh but she was whispering frantically.

"Stick it in me." She whispered.

"I am trying, I don't think I can, not like this."

"Just stick it in and I will make it work. I want to go home Clarke." She was angry that her voice sounded pouty and weak.

She felt his helmet brush against her opening, his soft foreskin sliding against her natural juices.

"Just go with what I am about to do, I just want this over quickly."

"Me too," he replied as the full length of his shaft penetrated her, it grew hard inside.

She released his neck and arched her back.

"Fuck me!" She screamed, spreading her legs wider.

Gunner and Alexi looked at each other with wide saucer like eyes. They clinked their glasses in a mock cheer.

Clarke grabbed her hips and moved her closer to the edge of the desk, he started off slowly but it wasn't long before he had a steady hard rhythm going. His girth was stretching her pussy, all the nerve endings in her snatch were tingling. His hands grabbed her waist firmly and he went into over drive, slamming into her deeper and deeper, she could barely grasp the table, her loins started to ache with pleasure. His balls slapped against her asshole as his onslaught continued, her eyes started to roll back in her head. He was like a man possessed, thrust after thrust, Lyla couldn't figure out how he could keep this momentum up .

"Is this what you want you fucking bastards!" He shouted, emotion etched into every word.

She rarely had unprotected sex but feeling the throbbing veins of his cock as he slammed in and out of her cunt was making her whole body weak, her fuck lust jumped from a one to an eleven. His face was screwed up with determination, his hand continued to rock her back on to his prick harder and harder. The sweat was making her skin stick to the surface of the table so she had little give and felt every bit of the slamming. His cock was hitting her sweet spot, deeper inside of her than she was used to.

The squelching noise that came with every bang was driving her wild, she cast a quick glimpse over to the two men and could see that they were full engrossed in this perverted show that they had engineered.

"Sit on the desk Clarke, let her bounce on you with her facing us." Gunner said as he tipped the end of the whiskey into his glass.

He pulled slowly out of her and sighed heavily, he sat down beside Lyla and grabbed her wrists, his face full of pain.

"Don't worry, just keep going." She whispered as she swung her leg over his hips. She grabbed his neck to stabilise herself and slowly lowered herself down onto his fat sausage. Her pussy lips creased as his red helmet parted her opening and stretched as she pushed down onto him. Her ass cheeks rested on his thighs, she spat on her hand and rubbed it onto her clit. She tried her best to avoid eye contact with the two men but as she watched them staring at her she could feel the fuck lust growing in her stomach. She raised her self slowly, clenching her twat as she hugged his shaft then quickly slammed down on to him, his balls providing a cushion.

"Grab my hips again," She whispered as she reached back and pulled her hair out of her ponytail, it was heavy with sweat but she felt that it left her a little bit less exposed. She could feel Clarke's hands grab either side and guide her onto his cock in a more steady fashion, he was grunting with exertion but showed no sign of slowing down, he continued to jackhammer her gash, the girth from his cock was plugging her in a way that she hadn't experienced in years. Marlon's black cock had wrecked her deep, while Seth's had given her asshole unknown pleasure, but Clarke's was a whole other level. It was like a dildo. The perfect looking foreskin, thick girth, a vein running down the length of his shaft towards to egg sized bollocks cupped by a tight scrotum.

"Cassie is a lucky woman," she thought bitterly.

She could see his thigh muscles strain under her weight, she needed to end this soon for both of their sakes. She clenched her muscles around his prick and rubbed her clit furiously. Lyla could hear him muffling sobs and sighs of despair. She felt bad for him but remembered that this was a large part his fault. He had pretended she was his wife and offered her to these two gangsters without telling her about their shared shady past.

Alexi covered his mouth as he whispered to Gunner, his eyes never leaving Lyla's body. He nodded absent mindedly and stood up, wobbling slightly. He leaned in close to Lyla, his breath overpowering her, she had to turn her face away.

"Keep going Clarke, don't you dare stop."

He grabbed Lyla's chin and turned her face towards him, she was deathly afraid that he was going to tell her that him and Alexi were going to join in now, that would have been the final straw she would have taken whatever punishment they had coming but there was no way she was going to do the rounds with every man in the office, her head kept jostling as Clarke continued to pound her. His pace was slower now, but that just intensified the feelings inside of her.

Gunner maintained eye contact, his gaze probing her. She felt extra uncomfortable.

"What?" she finally barked.

"As always you have put on a great show, do you feel that you have finally learned your lesson that we are not men to be lied too." His thumb grazed her lip, she jerked her head away.

"Yes." She whispered stubbornly.

He placed a firm hand on Clarke's peck.

"And you, have you learned your lesson."

Clarke muttered a strained yes as Gunner walked away from the desk.

"Get on your knees Lyla he is going to fuck those big beautiful titties of yours. You, being the devoted wife will help him get there, he seems to be struggling more that we thought."

Alexi didn't even try to hide his snicker. He continued to look at Clarke with scorn.

"Fuck sake." Clarke said as he propped himself up on the desk, Lyla rose slowly and sat beside him, both their bodies were covered in sweat.

"Just make it quick, think about anything you want." She snapped back, annoyed.

Lyla got off the desk and took her hair tie off of her wrist and once again pulled it back into a tight pony tail. Clarke peeled himself up , his skin stuck to the table in the humidity. The hair on his legs and chest was matted against his skin.

Now that she was kneeling in front of him she could see his whole body in a new light, she was attracted to him since she began working in his office but with him being married meant that he was off limits, the fact that his wife was bitchy towards her and really didn't like her just cemented it. This was different though, his body was thin but defined, his face looked different to her now. They had seen each other in their most intimate ways under the worst setting. She knew that here would be no going back for them .

She rose higher, eye level with his hips, she spat three big wads of spit on her chest and watched as it slowly trailed down between her cleavage, he moved close to her, his cock going semi hard again. Once it was between her tits she clamped them together firmly and began to wank him. His red helmet popping in and out of the opening at the top was making her wetter than ever. He was still finding it difficult to maintain his boner, he looked at her desperately.

"Fuck my tits, Clarke, fuck them till you come. I wanna be covered in your hot sticky gunk. Give these cunts the ending they want."

Gunners laugh sounded more like a bark.

"This girl has bigger balls than he does."

Clarke's face relaxed, his eyes closed and he looked deep in thought.
"That's it, fuck them just like that, feel my tits sliding up and down your shaft as you get ready to pump your load all over me, empty your bollocks. Give it to me Clarke."

She added two more rounds of spit to her chest, one to his helmet, the other dribbled down in between. Her heaving breasts seemed to be inhaling his cock, the rhythm was frantic now, all of his length was covered by her fleshy jugs.

Lyla could see his body tense, his breathing became ragged, out of the corner of her eye she could see the two men lean forward in apprehension.

"This is it." She thought as her mouth became dry.

Clarke cried out, he placed his hands on top of hers and fucked her tits in one final violent outburst before the first spurt of milky jizz hit the bottom of her chin, the second got on her throat, the rest oozed out on to her breasts. She could feel the hot thick liquid sliding between her tits, she didn't make any move to stop it, Clarke backed away and sat on the desk panting.

"All good husbands should provide for their wives, you have already received the pearl necklace Lyla now it's time for dinner. Clarke scoop up your load and feed it to her."

They both began to blush, she looked at him quickly, the end was in sight, both men were now very red in the face, the booze taking its toll. She was no less afraid of them drunk as she was when they were sober.

Clarke pushed away from the desk and knelt beside her, he didn't make eye contact as he pressed his finger against her stomach and dragged it up between her boobs, collected his spunk along the way.

"Use your wedding ring finger," Alexi shouted, "every drop."

Clarke closed his eyes and swapped his finger without saying a word. His finger was coated in the waxy substance as he raised it before her face. She didn't even think about what she was doing, she opened her mouth and put his finger all the way in, her lips wrapping around the gold band. She had a feeling that they were going to make her suck his finger off anyways so she beat them too it. His come tasted warm and very salty, it laid on her tongue, mixing with her saliva before she swallowed it.

"Place the same finger inside of her and get her off Clarke, fair is fair. Don't think for one second that you can get out of it by faking Lyla, We have both seen what you look like when you erupt."

She went to stand up but Gunner shook his head. She sunk back down and stood on her tiptoes her legs spread. Still not making eye contact Clarke hooked his finger and slipped it inside of her, he twisted it slowly every few thrusts. He wet pussy lips were slapping against the palm of his hand.

"Use more fingers," she said embarrassed.

He stopped briefly and pushed in three fingers, her asshole clenched as he ravaged her. All of her nerve endings were blowing up, she clamped one nipple between her finger and thumb and tweaked it hard. She imagined that Seth was the one finger blasting her but images of Clarke fought his way into her thoughts. She couldn't concentrate anymore so she opened her eyes. He was looking at the ceiling,

"You like that, giving my pussy a good seeing too." She decided that words were the extra helping hand she needed to get herself off.

"Fucking pummel me, make my pussy bright pink. It's so fucking juicy."

She could feel herself start to unclench, slowly the build up began. She nodded at him that she was close. Clarke increased his finger banging to almost comical levels. She thought he was going to lift her off the ground with the strength in which he was thrashing her. He finally looked at her. She couldn't be sure what was written on his face, she thought it was a mixture of everything

"FUCK!" she screamed, the release surging through her body, balls of color exploding in front of her eyes, her legs trembled and she fell back on her ass, breathing deeply.

Gunner clapped twice and lit a cigarette, Alexi watched her panting before he visibly withdrew back into himself. Now that the show was over he looked ashamed.

Clarke had already moved behind his desk and pulled back on his underwear, he walked towards Lyla and handed her clothes, she grabbed them to her body and walked to the kitchenette. Closing the door quickly behind her.

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She wet a towel and quickly wiped herself all over, all that she could think of now is having a long cool shower and getting blind drunk. She took a deep breath and walked back into the office.

"I am leaving now, we did exactly as you asked. " Her voiced broke mid sentence.

"Yes you may leave but we still have business left to discuss with Clarke. Don't let such foolish mistakes happen again, we both were out of character in our leniency." Gunner said, his voice and demeanour stronger now, the alcohol must be wearing off.

She glanced at Clarke he was sitting behind his desk, fully dressed, as if nothing ever happened.

"I will call you later." He said without looking up. He looked like a man struggling to hold back tears.

Lyla walked quickly to the main door, she sprinted down the empty corridor to the elevator. Once the doors pinged shut she leaned against the wall and slid to the floor, the tears were prickling the back of her eyes but she was determined not to cry. She rubbed her nose and readjusted her baseball cap. Out on the street the sun was starting to set, the humidity was still unbearable. She paid Clarke a quick thought before she briskly set off on her walk home.


Her phone rang twenty minutes later. Clarke sounded horrible, his voice choked up as he spoke, a loud sob escaped him.

"I am fucked Lyla, everything is ruined."

"We will never speak or think of this again do you hear me." She exclaimed loudly, she was standing on the footpath near the lake. "It never happened."

"They recorded us Lyla, if I don't agree to their new terms by the end of the week then they are going to send it to Cassie and take my idea."

"What!" Her stomach dropped and the path began to spin. She leaned against a tree to steady herself.

"If I agree," he continued," they will give me all copies, but only six months after the launch. I can't live under this shadow Lyla."

"Don't talk like that."

"I am so sorry for everything, I don't know what to do."

"Go home and try to pretend, send Cassie on a shopping spree someplace. I am taking a few days off myself, we will all meet again in a few days with Mr. Howe, we will figure this all out, the bastards will not win."

She could hear ice cubes rattling in a glass.

"Don't drink too much before you need to be able to pull off that the reason you are acting odd is because you are stressed so close to launch. Go home, shower, then get up early and leave the tickets on her pillow, that buys you some time to get a grip. DO NOT TELL HER." Lyla was surprised at how easy the plan had came to her, playing with sharks on a daily bases must have rubbed off on her.

"You're right, I will do what you said, thanks Lyla I don't, I don't"

"Just don't tell Cassie, I am on that tape as well. I will talk to you in a few days, I need to get my own shit together." She said as she hung up. She stayed against the tree until dusk had fallen.

The heat showed no sign of breaking as she climbed the steps to her apartment. She remembered that Sunni needed cheering up. Being sociable was the last thing on her mind, she just wanted a shower and to crawl into bed with a bottle of rum. She placed a big smile on her face and pushed open the front door. The heat hit her in the face like a slap.

"Sunni why isn't the air con turned on." She shouted over the loud music, she walked quickly to the control panel on the wall and flicked it to the coolest setting. She called her housemates name as she went to turn down the volume. Lyla knocked on Sunni's door and pushed it open, the music was pounding in her chest, the curtains were drawn and the room was nearly in darkness. Walking to the music player Lyla stumbled over something heavy on the floor. She looked back to see what it was and let out an ear piercing scream, it was drowned out by the baseline of the music. Sunni was lying sprawled on the floor, her eyes closed.

"SUNNI, SUNNI WAKE UP!" She knelt beside her friend and tapped her cheek. "SUNNI Please.."