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Chapter Five: A Night Out.
The RumJungle club was alive with salsa music as the beat filled the neon adorned rooms of London’s premier three-tiered nightclub. It was filled with live percussionists, playing off giant conga drums on stages, with each song transitioning seamlessly into the next.
Ella’s usual haunts were the dingy, packed nightclubs of Brighton, with Dani and her other girlfriends, and although salsa wasn’t really her thing, she hadn’t had so much fun dancing in a long time. The atmosphere in the club was brilliant. The vibe created by the music had everyone moving and enjoying the beats in their own way, even if they weren’t filling the dance floor like Ella and her party.
Marilyn had taken her there to celebrate the successful St. Trinian’s photo shoot. With Marc out of her life now, Ella had jumped at the chance. It had been a couple of weeks since the shoot and the feedback had been unbelievably goog, which had kept her mind off her recent break up. Her fee—she still couldn’t get used to suddenly earning that sort of money just for modelling some revealing clothes—had been banked in the blink of an eye.
But even better, she was meeting the mysterious Sheik soon…
She still didn’t understand the connection or how that side of business worked, but Marilyn had persuasively told her that fame and fortune were just around the corner. Besides, she’d said, her benefactor wanted to meet her in person too.
The only downside was that she hadn’t had sex for the last couple of weeks—well, not with a guy. Not since Bruno had ravaged her at the studio again. Ella’s sex drive had gone into orbit since then. Was it any wonder? In her new world she was seen as a thing of beauty, a sexual object, a model who got to wear the latest clothing and jewellery, and who was paid to look and feel at her sexiest best.
She and Marilyn had spent a couple of nights together when the need had consumed them both and they’d also paid another joint visit to the private health club. The sexy Japanese sisters had gone down on them this time for what had seemed like hours. Ella had lost track of how many times she came that afternoon.
But as satisfying as all that had been, she needed a man. Something to satisfy the urge inside of her that Marilyn couldn’t quite touch.
Tonight, she had decided, was going to be the night. It wasn’t as if there weren’t plenty of good looking guys to choose from, after all. The place was packed with beautiful people and Marilyn seemed to know almost everyone. Ella was forever being introduced to new people all of whom smiled at her and told her how hot she looked.
The two of them had been dancing most of the night, and for the last couple of hours they had been joined by what turned out to be identical twins. Roger wore the red tie and Barry the blue. It was the only way to tell the brothers apart. The tall, blonde twins certainly knew how to move. Their lean and toned bodies had led the two women through a series of complex moves like they were pros.
Eventually, their two fabulous bodies glistening with perspiration, the women decided to take a short break. Marilyn had promised to tell her all about the Sheik tonight, and they way the night was heading, Ella felt like this would be her last opportunity. They told the twins they’d be back soon and then headed to the bar. It glowed green and blue against the orangey lights of the rest of the club.
———-
‘Two rum and cokes,’ Marilyn ordered.
She was served almost instantly by the cute bartender. A girl like her didn’t wait in line with the others clamouring at the bar to be served.
Ella had insisted that they stick with rum drinks tonight, due to the name of the place … the fact that those drinks were half-price helped even more. Her comment had made Marilyn smile. The beautiful young brunette had no need to worry about such things any more. Her bank account had never been so healthy.
‘You move very well,’ she purred seductively in her ear as she slid a warm arm around Ella’s slim waist and ran her tongue along her neck. ‘Very hot…’
Ella’s lithe body shivered at the touch. Marilyn had a sixth sense about where to touch the sexy young girl’s body for maximum effect. It was the ease with which the young beauty succumbed to any sort of sexual promise that made her so well suited to the porn industry.
‘It’s my second home…’ Ella told her, nodding at the dance floor. She smiled, her eyes gazing over at the sexy twins still out on the dance floor. ‘I didn’t realise the salsa was such a sexy dance.’
Marilyn leaned closer to her protégée and whispered in her ear.
‘Which one are you going to fuck tonight?’
Her words had the desired effect. Ella shivered again and her nipples were practically bursting through her top. She was up for it, there was no doubt about that. But that was the point of coming to the club tonight, after all. She had this all planned out.
Everything was falling in to place nicely now that Ella had got finished with her boyfriend. The young brunette didn’t even realise how much Marilyn was manipulating her. All that remained was to reveal the final piece of the jigsaw, and where better to do that than in the heady sexual atmosphere of the night club? Marilyn felt sure the girl’s reaction would be positive, but it did no harm to make sure Ella was so sexually-needy when she took the bubbly girl to the next stage. She’d be putty in her hands.
‘I haven’t decided yet,’ Ella answered.
She was blissfully unaware that she was slurring her words slightly. It was amusing to watch the way she kept giggling naughtily to herself.
‘Maybe we can take turns?’
Marilyn laughed out loud at the quip. This girl was a real treasure. Ella wouldn’t be sharing the twins. She’d have them all to herself.
She glanced along the girl’s fabulous body. Her tiny, camisole top didn’t cover much of her tanned Mediterranean skin and neither did the short black skirt that flounced around the top of her thighs and offered virtually no protection to her modesty.
No wonder both of the twins were so keen on fucking the sexy young hottie. They wouldn’t have long to wait.
‘Let’s talk about the Sheik,’ Marilyn suddenly said, changing the subject without warning.
Ella was so far gone that it was the perfect time to get down to the heart of the matter, to explain to her that she was about to become a fully-fledged member of the agency. A girl to be seen on the arm of some of their rich and influential clients at dinners and parties across the world—and a whore to be fucked by them and their friends behind closed doors. And that was only the start…
‘The Sheik has booked the two of us,’ she went on matter of factly.
That wasn’t strictly true. He was paying for a night with an unrestrained and uninhibited Ella. Marilyn was a ‘freebie’ whose primary purpose was to make sure the ‘new’ girl didn’t suddenly suffer from an attack of nerves and try to back out when they were so close to bringing her completely on board.
It was a role she’d fulfilled before and it suited both her and the Sheik. He loved threesomes.
‘Booked us?’ Ella asked.
She really was gorgeous when she put on that puzzled look. The Sheik was going to adore her. She’d play up perfectly to his need, like so many of his kind, to display his superiority to the opposite sex.
Not that she was as ditzy as she seemed. Marilyn had long ago sussed out that Ella put on that show to give her an edge. But this time she was generally confused. Too much drink combined with an extreme sexual need was a powerful stimulant.
‘For an evening’s entertainment,’ Marilyn explained, planting a soft kiss on her forehead.
It was maternal kiss. One that said, trust me. She had given that same kiss to many other girls as she had sold down the river.
‘You’re going to love
him. He’s very generous.’
She held up her wrist at the same moment to display the expensive diamond bracelet. The Sheik had rewarded her the first time she’d ‘introduced’ him to a new girl. Holly was a hot little redhead—fucked like a rabbit but with the personality of a wet fish—and she wasn’t even close to being in Ella’s league.
But even Holly had moved on from her experiences to star in adult films. Marilyn had connected her to the agency arm in the USA and the redhead hadn’t looked back since then. She made sure Ella was watching as she casually slipped the bracelet from her wrist.
‘You can wear it for the rest of the evening,’ she said, fastening it over Ella’s wrist before the girl could say a word.
An incentive like this never did any harm and the pretty little thing was already staring lovingly at her new piece of jewellery.
‘But if you prove yourself to the Sheik, I imagine it’ll be no time until you have one of your own.’
A faraway look came into Ella’s eyes as she stroked a finger along the expensive bracelet. Her long lashes batted with disbelief and then a smile touched her lips. Whatever thoughts were going on in her mind, they were sexy ones, Marilyn could see. Perfect. ..
She stepped close enough so that the soft skin of their legs intertwined, her thigh pressing insistently against the younger girl’s. When Ella turned towards her, she tilted her head and found those parted lips with her own. The way she pushed her slippery tongue into the girl’s willing mouth would reminded her exactly who was in charge.
‘Well, that’s impressive!’ a man’s voice broke into the moment.
He was slowly applauding their actions. The two women gradually pulled away from the hot embrace, turning to smile at him.
‘Hi Barry,’ Marilyn calmly greeted him, seamlessly moving from Ella’s arms to his.
Barry? It was Roger wasn’t it, Ella wondered drunkenly. The rum had definitely gone to her head. But then she glanced at his tie. It was blue. Blue for Barry. She giggled again.
When Marilyn slowly kissed him, she felt a pang of jealousy, but it quickly evaporated when the blonde took Barry’s arm and placed it around her waist. He pulled her closer against him, as if she was his property, and she snuggled against his body.
His possessiveness felt good, like she was wanted. Needed.
‘I suggest you show Ella that you’re every bit as good a dancer as your brother…’ Marilyn told him.
Marilyn smiled as Barry guided the girl away. Her job was done for the moment. If she stayed out of the way, the blonde twins could have Ella all to themselves. The experience would seduce her even further in the direction that Marilyn wanted.
‘I’ll be along shortly,’ she lied.
———-
The drinks had continued to flow, almost with no end, and before long a half smoked joint was handed to Ella. Then another, before the first was even finished. All of it, mixed with the raw, pounding music. It poured through her veins, ramping up the arousal that was inhabiting the whole of feeling her body now. This was how things used to be when she was back in Brighton at the Honey Club in the days before she met Marc. She’d loved every moment of the weekends she spent with her girlfriends on the dance floors.
She was drunk, she was stoned and she was ready for some fun. It didn’t matter she had only known these guys a few hours. They were hot … and hot for her. And she was single so where was the problem?
Night turned into the early hours of the next morning and the dance floor was alive with couples now. Most of the girls were well the worse for drink and their state of undress seemed to be competitive. For the guys looking for a hook up, it was almost like shooting fish in a barrel.
Ella was still with Barry on the dance floor. Marilyn had disappeared some time ago and she had no idea where her friend was right now. She knew she should be a little concerned about her friend but the sexy twin she was with was doing a great job of keeping her mind off things like that. The music had changed, a heavier beat was thumping around her ears, and Barry’s leering eyes were taking in every one of her provocative movements.
Ella grinned back at him as she slowly unfastened the buttons on his shirt. She teasingly ran a fingernail down his bare chest. This was her territory. She took the joint he was smoking from his fingers and raised it to her lips, defiantly releasing the smoke into his grinning face.
‘You haven’t seen anything yet,’ she giggled as she flicked the joint away somewhere, anywhere.
She didn’t care. She was having way too much fun and the heady, sexual feeling inside her made her feel alive.
Space opened up around her as she began to move her body into a higher gear. The music was flowing through her and she was in another world now. Admirers began to gather. Some guys clapped as she swirled around them and she smiled back as she ground her hips to the music. She’d show them all what she could do. When she flicked up her little black dress, flashing her matching black thong, they cheered. But the action was for Barry, not for them.
She drunkenly laughed out loud as she slipped her hands around his neck. His hands found her ass as she positioned her hips and rubbed herself into his obvious erection.
‘Mmm,’ she slurred into his ear as she ground herself against him. ‘Someone feels up for it.’
Suddenly, a body was pressing insistently into her from behind. She glanced over her shoulder to see that Roger had joined them.
‘Started without me?’ he shouted in her ear as he gave her a playful spank on her ass. ‘Naughty girl.’
She laughed and spooned her ass into his groin. In her state, being sandwiched between the two sexy twins was very hot. Two for the price of one, she found herself giggling hornily to herself. She was doing a lot of giggling.
Roger’s hands on her thighs pulled her closer at the same time that Barry pushed against her from the front. The feeling of the two twins encircling her, pressing their heat into her at both sides, had her on fire. She reached behind herself for Barry’s large strong hands, dragging them from her hips up onto her tits and letting out a moan as they closed over her breasts.
Her nipples were alive under his kneading touches and she shut her eyes in growing lust, losing herself in the moment. Both twins were grinding their hard-ons into her, front and back, sending waves of heat through her overheating body.
Her hands moved to cover Barry’s, keeping them on her tits as she rolled her hips to grind her pert ass back against him. It was as if she was shagging him through his jeans. Each of his forward thrusts was forcing her body further against his brother. Roger was practically fucking her from the front.
Her need was quickly heading into the stratosphere. Marilyn had asked her which of the twins she wanted to fuck tonight.
The answer was both of them.
———-
‘Where are we going?’ Ella slurred as Roger helped her into the backseat of the cab.
His hand playfully cupped her tight ass as she climbed inside.
It was three thirty in the morning and yet the streets were still brim full with drunken party-goers, stumbling either onto the next club or trying to waive a hand to encourage a passing taxi to take them home. How could it be this busy at this time of the morning? What time was it anyway? Her vision was blurry as the cab made its way through the traffic. She was definitely feeling the effects of the drugs and booze, but more than anything she was horny.
Horny, horny…
The twins would have been fucking her on the dance floor had they not all been wearing their clothes. They wouldn’t be for much longer, if she had anything to do with it. She hadn’t experienced that level of teasing for some time. It had been so intoxicating she needed more.
So what if she
hadn’t been able to find Marilyn before she’d left the club. It was her blonde friend’s fault for leaving her and the good news was that it meant Ella had the twins all to herself.
‘We’re going back to our place,’ Roger answered her question. ‘Have you ever been with two guys?’
Been with two guys? Never twins…
Somehow they had sandwiched her between them in the back of the cab and their hands were all over her. Even if she hadn’t been stoned, tipsy and horny, who would have been able to resist two men possessively groping her? If they didn’t stop, she might have to suck them both off in the back of the taxi.
It was all becoming too much for her and she had to get rid of some of the sexual tension she was feeling. Even the way the taxi driver had tilted his mirror to watch more closely was a turn-on.
‘You’ve no idea the sort of things I’ve done,’ she answered, slurring her words again.
She laughed out loud, but then forgot exactly what it was she was laughing at when the twins dropped a hand to each of her legs. She flopped her fuzzy head back in the seat as they eased her unresisting thighs apart. Her panties were pressed up tightly against her and she met the taxi drivers reflected eyes in his mirror before closing her eyes.
‘Tell us what you’ve done,’ Barry teased her.
His hands were under her skirt, between her thighs. Or was that his brother? It was hard to tell, certainly in her state. One of them had his lips on her neck and her bare breast in his hand. She wasn’t naked, was she? She couldn’t be, not in the back of a taxi cab. Yet his thumb was definitely flicking her nipple.
‘Tell us,’ he was insistently whispering in her ear.
She sat in silence for a few moments while she tried to remember the things she’d got up to, then laughed again and covered her mouth in a mixture of amusement and shock. If only they knew.
‘That’s for me to know—’ she teased, but as the fingers stroking through her skimpy thong edged closer to her sex, she broke off and bit her lip.
When she turned her head to the side, a mouth instantly found hers. She parted her lips with a soft lustful moan. At the other side, a hand tugged the top of her dress down, exposing her gleaming tits. Her eyes squinted open to make sure the driver was still watching.
The hand now rubbing her under her thong was making her whimper. She almost came as one of them slipped his head down and sucked one of her hard nipples and then the other.
When a finger found its way inside her, she did. Loudly.
———-
Ella wasn’t sure how she knew, but Roger was the older of the twins by less than a minute. She’d also discovered he was the more dominant of the two by quite a long way. His raw, sexual energy had been amazing.
Barry was a different kettle of fish. He needed a little longer to rest than his brother and wasn’t so aggressive in bed. But together, they’d been a perfect compliment for each other.
She had been able to go throughout the night, early morning or whatever it was now, shagging first one and then the other. Time wasn’t really relevant anymore. The effect of the booze and drugs had worn off, leaving her in that horny state she always got into when she came back down from those drug-fuelled highs.
But even now, her arousal remained just as intense. No matter how many times she’d cum, that delicious sexual need just wouldn’t leave her. She could fuck for England…
The bathroom door opened and Barry grinned as he walked back into the room, heading purposefully towards her. He was naked except for the ties that he and his twin brother had kept on all night. The way his cock swung from his body was irresistible.
She couldn’t stop herself from gawking at it.
‘Is that for me?’ she giggled naughtily, dropping a hand between her spread thighs, lewdly directing him to what was on offer.
Yet even before she could touch herself, a slithering noise behind her made her turn her head. It was Roger. He was gently turning her from her side and onto her stomach.
‘Let’s do doggie,’ he whispered softly and seductively in her ear, ‘My favourite position.’
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