PURR Chapter 3 - Sex~Kitten.net

Angela was a aloof. She had an aura about her, to quote Jake: “She was a piece of class ass.”

In Tone’s words, she was: “A classy posh tart, what needed a fucking good seeing to.”

Both he and Jake made advances to her and all they ever got in reply was, “You can kiss my sweet ass.”

“Yes please” was Jake's reply.

“I’ll smack it for you if you ain’t careful doll,” was Tone’s.

It had become a standing joke, now almost terms of endearment in what precious little banter they could coax from the ‘Killer Queen’, as they now referred to her.

That is until one night when the band was between gigs and both men were enjoying a few beers, sitting at the hotel bar where the whole troupe were staying when in walked Tess and Angela.

“ Well fuck me Jake, me old son, we are highly honoured here tonight ‘The Killer Queen’ and the ‘Copper Head Rose’ in person.”

Tess hated it when he called her that. He knew it and just did it to wind her up. Jake gave him a kick in the ankle and a nasty look, neither noticed by the girls. Tone however, had the greatest respect and affection for Tess, but sarcasm was his nature. In his own way, he was being charming. It was a pun, and one of his favourite numbers ‘Copper Head Road’, one that she actually sang on with Jake in rehearsals.

However Jake was hoping Tone wouldn’t take it too far, as there might be a chance to get to know these ladies a little better this evening.

“Fuck you, Marlboro Man” Tess said in a soft sexy tone.

“Put me down you fool, you couldn’t afford me," he laughed back.

"Evening, ladies. Can I get you a drink?" Jake politely enquired.

“Yeah thanks, Jake,” & he ordered two JD and Cokes.

“You girls look stunning tonight. Going out on the town are we? Where you taking us then? ” Tone enquired jokingly.

“Actually, we were thinking of having quiet night in our suite. We’ve been out all day shopping and doing girly stuff while we’ve got the chance. Were going to get a bath and have an early night,” replied Tess.

As soon as she said it, both guys minds had different visions of these ladies getting out of the bath naked, with suds running down their bodies.

“Just give us a call if you need someone to dry you off or scrub your backs. We’ll be right here,” quipped Jake.

“And pour the champagne.” added Tone.

“We just might take you up on it,” winked Tess.

“And what about you, "Killer Queen"? I suppose a fuck is out of the question,” joked Tone.

“You can kiss my sweet ass!”

“I’ll smack it for you if you ain’t careful, doll.”

“You two just might get your asses whipped,” chipped in Tess.

“Hmm, that sounds interesting.” smiled Angela.

There was more than a hint of cheekiness and sexual undertone in the mischievous banter that ensued. These two chicks were acting differently. Something new was going on here. Tone asked about the other girls. Apparently they were out giving a radio interview, then were going out on the town, clubbing it and would be out till the morning. The two guys were becoming intrigued when suddenly the girls finished their drinks and turned to leave.

“See you guy’s in the AM,” smirked Tess.

“Or maybe in the bathroom,” fired back Jake.

Tone and Jake watched Tess and Angela’s arses wiggle out the door. They looked at each other a little bemused at the banter that had just taken place.

“Whaddya think was going on there, mate?"

“I dunno, something a little strange, unless it’s the beer effecting my brain, I thought they were almost coming on to us there” replied Jake.

“Yeah me too. I’d certainly like to give old ‘Killer Queen’ a good seeing to. Their just a pair of prick teasers if you ask me. Lets get another beer.”

They ordered another beer and carried on with conversation about the two chicks and how much they’d like to ‘get it on’ with Angela and Tess. Tone turned the conversation to Gracie, asking Jake what he knew about her. About an hour had passed when Jake’s mobile suddenly rang.

It was Angela. “You guys still in the bar?”

“Yeah,” Jake responded.

“Why don’t you both come up and see me sometime and kiss my sweet ass. You can scrub Tess’s back, bring that smart arse Marlboro man with you he can pour the champagne.” She hung up.

“What was that all about mate? You look like the cat that just got the cream.”

“We just did, Tone, ‘The killer Queen’ has just summoned our presence in the penthouse.”

“You are fucking joking mate.”

As a man, they got silently up and walked into the lift and on up into the to unknown.

The elevator doors at penthouse level would only be opened from the inside unless you had the exclusive key card. Only the girls stayed on Penthouse level, Jake and the boys in brass section were on the next floor down.

Nothing but nothing could have prepared the two guys for the sight that met their eyes as the doors slid open. The large octagonal reception area into which they stepped had a cream and brown marble floor and walls; a ring of eight large black candelabra holding thick black candles very subtly lighted the area. A very familiar sound started to slowly creep into the room it was the sound of ‘A Walk on the Wild Side,’ one of PURR’s biggest hits. The air was heavy with the smell of expensive perfume, pheromones and Ganga, a lethal combination.

Four of the walls forming the octagonal shape were dominated by a pair of beautiful carved dark hardwood doors that opened into the four penthouse suites. Even more enticing, each doorway contained a pair of grinning, purring sex kittens dressed to kill. The elevator doors hissed shut behind the men and they were trapped, as one the girls made a loud purring sound. Angela and Tess had been the bait and Tone and Jake, like sheep led to the slaughter, had taken it.

“Another fine mess you just got us into, Ollie” uttered Tone, trying to act cool as they took in the site that had just assailed all their senses at once.

“Evening ladies, how’s you all doin‘?” asked Tone in a mock Texan accent, raising his Stetson trying not to sound overwhelmed.

In the doorway to the left of them, Gracie and DeeDee sensually leant back on each doorjamb. They were dressed only in black leather ‘G’ strings and very skimpy bras, with red stiletto heeled shoes.

To the right, hugging the doorjambs were Betti and Jenny, wearing black high heel shoes, stockings garter belts, black panties and short denim jackets. They were also braless.

Standing in the centre of the next doorway on the right were Kat and Roxanne, hands on hips in mens oversized white shirts with matching white panties, white Stetsons and tan cowgirl boots.

The last doorway was the "Piece de Resistance". Standing back in their black leather and lace trimmed Basques, dark stockings and black high heeled ankle boots were Angela and Tess. Both had their arms folded and in their hand each held a riding crop.

All the girls’ hair and make up was done to perfection. This little theatrical event had obviously taken considerable thought and sly planning. PURR was expert in that area. They hissed and purred, all grins and suggestive smiles, fuelled by expensive champagne and the devil only knows what else.

Both men felt a little strange as a kind of sexual fear of the unknown crept over them. Jake felt as if they had entered a gladiatorial arena and something other than rock and roll was about to be unleashed.

Tone thought he had found himself in the Devil's own bordello. This was his kind of club with eight fucking gorgeous chicks, "Bring it on and where’s my champagne!" Strangely, both were soon proven to be right. It’s all about the way you look at it.

“Jake, you been holding out on me or what? This is unreal!” Tone uttered under his breath.

The sound of the Hammond gradually grew louder as "A Walk on the Wild Side” picked up speed. Jake gulped and went for it. It must have just been those eight pairs of eyes that were staring at his crotch that was getting to him. They all knew by now he that was an eye man.

“Good evening ladies. How nice to see you all here tonight and looking so fine too, but I am afraid Tone and I are here at invitation of Tess and Angela, so we can only spend time with them tonight.”

“Shut the fuck up Jake!” Tone hissed under his breath.

“That’s what you think this is, Jake my boy?”

It was Gracie’s voice from her doorway.

“And what about you, my Marlboro Man? Why do you think you're both here?”

“Your going to fuck our brains out, hopefully!” quipped MM, the smartarse.

The Kittens giggled, but the Marlboro man was getting a little concerned himself now.

“Tonight gentlemen, you are here at her Majesties Pleasure. ‘The Killer Queen", I believe it is, as you refer to her,” continued Gracie.

“Tell 'em Angela, why they are here tonight.”

“Yes your Grace. Tonight, Tone Redman and Jake Coltrane, you are here to undergo your official initiation ceremony into the PURR (Pussy Undeniably Rules Round here) Club. Are you desirous of proceeding in the ritual and becoming more fully enlightened?"

"The correct answer is yes.” Angela demanded.

Jake reckoned to himself the kittens had formed their own Hellfire Club and this was a ritual they were obviously used to performing. They were enjoying it, very much at ease and well-rehearsed.

Tone just couldn’t help himself “Do we get a drink if we say yes?”

A stifled laugh went round the proceedings. “Marlboro, shut the fuck up or it will be the hose for you” It was Gracie again, but you could almost hear the smile in her voice.

Tess stared into Jake’s eyes as she and Angela approached from their doorway. She commanded, “Say ‘Yes’. My Jakey Boy, you won't regret it as much as if you said No!”

“What about you, Tone?” Asked Angela softly, as she traced her crop across his chest.

“Fuck this for a game of soldiers. I’m out of here. Come on Jake, these chicks are fu-!”

His speech was interrupted as the "Killer Queen" held his face in both of her leather gloved hands and kissed him hard and full on the lips. It clean took his breath away.

Gracie came into view “Don’t damage him too much please. I want some of his action. How far do you think you’d get, Marlboro? There are eight of us and Chris makes nine.”

Tess was circling Jake up close, running her long nails lightly over his cheeks. Next, she kissed him hard on the lips and pushed her hand into his crotch. “Hmmm, nice,” she purred.

Tone knew now he was on his own; Jake was smitten and rigid in every sense of the word. He knew Jake was bewitched by Tess before she’d left the bar earlier that night. Before Marlboro could speak or could do anything at all, Gracie pushed herself tight against him grabbed him by his shirt and kissed him on the lips. Her Marlboro Man was going nowhere now, his mind was in a spin and becoming intoxicated more every minute by the atmosphere of what was happening and with Gracie’s perfume and charismatic, sensual aura. Her total closeness hitting all his senses at once, not to mention that his cock was now like a rod of iron. He was a lost soul.

“The right answer, Marlboro is ‘Yes’ Gracie whispered in his ear.

“Yes Gracie, I surrender.” She kissed him again. “Right answer, Marlboro. Good boy” The other Kittens moved in, surrounding the men. “Take off their shirts,” ordered ‘The Killer Queen’. The kittens carried out Angela’s orders and then tied the guys’ hands behind their backs.

Then all, including Gracie went back to their respective doorways, leaving Angela and Tess in charge of the proceeding ritual.

As planned, the background music segued in PURR's "Sisters are doing it For Themselves."

Tone turned to Jake and raised his eyebrows “You fuckwit! I don’t know why I listen to you sometimes, you're always getting us in the shit chasing some bird!”

“You're always blaming me. Your cock’s got us in enough trouble in the past remember! Ouch!” Jake’s words were silenced as sharp pain sliced across his arse while Tone got the same treatment.

“Anyone give you guys permission to speak? You will only speak when I ask you a question. Is that clear?”

“YES,” they both responded and the kittens purred.

“Okay, sisters of ‘The Order of PURR as you all know, tonight is initiation night for the novices of PURR, so ladies, make yourselves comfortable, charge your glasses or whatever your stimulant of choice is and pull up a chair. ‘Outside it may be raining, but in here it's about to get very entertaining,” Angela’s voice sang out.

All the kittens were now sitting on either plush chairs, sofas or on the floor with satin cushions in their doorways replete with ice buckets, champagne, some smoking joints or what ever eased their demons. These girls could almost buy the world. They had almost everything their minds desired, if not their hearts.

Tess took over “Okay, Sisters of The Order, what are your wishes? Will it be the test of Auction or the torment of the ‘Trial of the Pink Pearl’ for our initiates tonight? Let me see a show of hands.”

Just at that moment, Gracie walked into the centre of the arena with her glass of champagne in hand and stood next to the bound Marlboro Man. She raised her glass to his mouth and whispered in his ear “Whatever happens, your arse is mine tonight.” She winked, kissed him on the lips and walked away.

She announced to the assembled kittens “ Tonight, we’ll put them through both ordeals, due to this cheeky Marlboro Man’s attitude. Sorry Jake, you should keep better control of him. After all, he's in your band.” Gracie had just tipped the tables completely in her own favour. The girls purred and cheered in delight at the prospect of a double show tonight.

“I’m gonna get you for this Tone. See, it ain’t always me!”

“Shut up Jake, you might just enjoy it. We could get well fucked here...”

“Yeah, well fucked in more ways than one,” quipped back Jake.

“Shut up you two, and get on your knees, ” ordered Tess.

The guys awkwardly did as ordered and got down. Gracie walked back to her seat and the ritual began in earnest.

Angela announced “Sisters, as we are going to go for the double tonight, I have decreed that “The Trial of the Pink Pearl’ will have to come first, if you get my meaning. That way, you will get to taste and try before you buy as it were.” She turned to Jake and Tone “So gentlemen, now you may now kiss my sweet arse. What, cat got your tongue, Jake?”

“Yes please.” He couldn’t resist it, he was almost on automatic pilot - Tess Pilot he wished.

‘The Killer Queen' bent over, wiggled her sweet arse in his face and he kissed both cheeks.

Meanwhile Tone was sucking on his lips trying to stop the grin from spreading as he realised the irony of his position and what was coming next. Most of the kittens were trying not to crack up in the sheer anticipation of how Angela and the Marlboro Man were going to deal with it.

“Well Marlboro Man, you can kiss my sweet ass.”

For once, he was lost for words as he just saw the humorous side of the position he was in, knowing that the old routine would only get him in deeper trouble.

“What are my options?”

“You don’t have options, you just gotta ask real nice and not upset me or you will get a taste of this” as she rested her crop on his shoulder.

“Please your Majesty, may I kiss your arse?”

She bent over and he kissed both cheeks and slid his tongue the complete length of her crack, not believing he’d gotten away with the double entendre. She looked back at him and winked.

Jake and Tone looked at each other with bemused expressions as suddenly, their worlds went black. They had just been blindfolded. Now bound and in complete darkness, their hearing became acute as they listened intently to the proceedings that were about to include them big time.

“My Sisters of PURR, you are well acquainted with the rules of ‘The Pink Pearl’, but for the benefit of our hopefully soon to be ‘Brothers in arms’, I will reiterate:

The initiation ceremony requires that each new brother to be receives 2 lashes of the crop on the arse from each of you, and it is also up to you sisters of ‘The Order’ by a show of hands as to on the bare arse or not. In other words Sisters shall we have ‘Exposure’ and ‘A Night To Remember’ or shall we let them keep their pants on?

Exposure! Exposure! And ‘A Night to Remember’ cried the sisters of PURR in unison.

“Fuck you Tone, I thought you said we might enjoy this. Eight lashes on the bare arse that’s gonna be painful.”

“Yeah, and I can stand anything but pain,” joked Tone.

“Stop fucking around, Tone. This ain’t funny,” whispered Jake.

“No shit, mate, well it ain’t gonna be nowhere near as painful as writing for T-E. The wages here are near death and a curse, but the wages there are far fucking worse.”

Tone was running on adrenalin, his mind almost into a delirious spin. Only his sarcastic sense of humour could keep him in touch with himself and reality at the thought of their current situation.

“Can’t you ever stop fucking around, Marlboro Man, and be serious for once?”

“Look on the positive side Jake. At T- E you only get called a ‘Gigantic Pain in the Arse”. At least here we are gonna get a real one!”

“For you, you smartarse, it certainly is a payment in kind, poetic justice, if you ask me.”

“Shush and listen up, mate."

“Are you two quite finished running on, can we proceed or shall I frag your asses again!” shrieked Tess.

Angela walked over to them and administered both another lash anyway. The kittens giggled as Jake and Tone realised their whole badinage had been overheard.

Tess continued, “So sisters, as I was saying for the benefit of these two pricks knelt before us. It was your choice to have ‘exposure’ giving us all ‘a night to remember’."

"We form two lines of four in front of each man and in turn, put your pussy in his face one after the other and he will service you with his tongue. His other task is to guess who you are and or bring you to orgasm."

“If he guesses right, he saves himself one of your lashes. If he gets you off, he saves himself another one. If you really like the guy, you can do anything you like with him to assist him in his task, but you cannot speak to or fuck him. So the onus is on the initiate to please and stimulate you at all times."

“Then after a small refreshment break, ‘The Auction’ will begin and you will be able to bid on these guys to get one for all night, where you will be able to do whatever you wish with them. But remember, sisters, whatever the final bid is, the guys get to keep that cash. We want to see that hard cash here in the pot tonight, so guys, the better you are at the task with each lady the more you are gonna be worth. What more can I say other than, it is more than words you have to get your tongues around here tonight!”

There were no more smart arse remarks forthcoming from either guy as they relished thoughts of the about to be unleashed pussy and pain.

Angela, remembering the sisters’ wishes for bare arse lashes gestured to Tess as each knelt behind one of the guys, unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants, pulling their surprisingly very erect cocks into the open air and pants over their asses. At this development, both guys sighed, sucked in and bit down on their lips at the touch of the female hands releasing their members from the tight restriction of their pants. The kittens applauded and shrieked in appreciation to see such rigid cocks. (And the dish ran away with the spoon.)

“Okay ladies, panties off, those of you that still have them on that is, and get into lines.”

They formed themselves into two lines of four in front of Jake and Tone.

Even blindfolded, Marlboro man could sense pussy just inches from his lips. He felt ‘HER’ soft moist lips and soft bush touch his mouth, felt her fingers part them as his tongue entered her and curled to search for the hidden pink pearl. As it found its prize in the darkness, he tried to imagine which kitten it was who had her personal treasure in his mouth. It certainly wasn’t Betti of that he was perfectly sure.

He loved the wetness of his mystery girl. She was definitely aroused, her scent sweet as he licked and caressed in his enforced darkness. He felt her hands around his head pulling him harder against her. He sucked the pink pearl between his lips pulling it gently from it’s oyster-like folds, his tongue never ceasing to rasp delicately on its newfound trophy. He felt her first shudder then a deeper second, third and fourth. He kept up the random motions of his tongue within her cunt as he felt her slipping down to be on her own knees level with him. She shuddered throughout her body as her legs parted either side of his thick cock and climax overcame her. She kissed him hard on the lips and slumped with her head on his shoulder as the after shocks of climax shuddered and subsided within her.

“Hiya, Killer,” he whispered in her ear.

“How did you know?” she gasped, trying to catch her breath.

“I didn’t. You just told me.”

“I also felt the leather and lace.” Tone added.

“But two of us are wearing that...”

"Yeah, I know and I bet Jake got the first one right too! Angela you have a gorgeous pussy and I’ll kiss your ass anytime, doll and you wont have to tie me up next time.”

But what had really given it away was her kiss. She had kissed him only a short while ago for the first time and he wasn’t going to forget that in a hurry.

He had effectively saved himself two strokes of the crop and enjoyed doing so immensely. Now it was just a question of fun and elimination he felt sure that Gracie would be one of his remaining three. He would certainly know her kiss should she deem to give him one, the aroma of her perfume and now the dream of kissing her pussy in his bound and blindfolded state was indeed going to be an amazingly erotic experience.

Somehow, he felt he just would know her, she would be the most delicious of all, the one he’d wanted and dreamed of since he first laid eyes on her. She was the stuff of his dreams. He found it hard to keep her from his mind.

His happiest moments these days were when he was up on that stage with her and the band and they were making sweet music together, the music of love and romance. "Okay Gracie let’s face the music and dance".

What touched his lips next was not pussy. It was a soft warm kiss instantly recognised by her Marlboro man. She had given him a clue and saved him the last two lashes. As she crouched to kiss him, her pussy touched his cock. He struggled as his heavy breath flared his nostrils and the kiss lingered on. Her tongue tickled his; fingers caressed his cheek as fingers wrapped around his cock squeezing hard. His mind went into a slight delirium as the kissing and squeezing ceased. Her glorious womanhood touched his lips and her soft thigh rested on his shoulder and her Marlboro Man was lost into his task. He kept his pace slow and deliberate as she pushed her pussy down onto his face pushing him down, down onto his back on the floor, riding his face her juice running down his cheeks into his beard and onto his neck. He sought out her pearl and worked at it until he felt the spasms start to form within her. He knew she was only moments away from ‘lift off’ as she started to moan, the words of her performance that drove him crazy screamed into his fevered mind‘ I Want To Kiss You All Over’. At the time, he would have given anything to be free to hold her and do just that. She bit her lips, gyrating on his face as she came in floods, her body heaving until she finally collapsed beside him.

“I dunno who it is. I give up!” teased the Marlboro Man.

She slapped his face.

“Gracie Pasquale,” he shouted and she kissed him again.

Betti was easy to guess, it really didn’t matter anyway as he had saved himself a whole four lashes. To Jenny’s disappointment, he guessed the last one wrong, but she did enjoy his efforts. He might be the Marlboro Man but he was no Bunny!

By now his cock was rock solid and he was going out of his mind. How he wanted relief but it was not to be, not yet anyway. There was still the ‘The Auction’ ordeal to be endured.

Meanwhile Jake had been enjoying a similar ordeal He seemed to enjoy asking them for a second and third taste. He light heartedly added a touch of pomposity to his voice as he addressed the girls, “I’m a connoisseur, you know. There are such minute variations of flavor, though certainly not in the quality of such an exquisite smorgasbord.” OH OH You sure mate!"

They’d all heard he was a silver tongued devil, but now they were having the opportunity to find out just what that meant.

“Naturally, a discriminating guy such as myself requires in depth analysis to differentiate, clits are like fingerprints, you know. Each one is beautifully unique. Would you ladies mind too much indulging me? Only for the sake of accuracy, of course, so far, it‘s a tie. You‘re all so tasty and so fine.”

Not one sex kitten refused his request. Meanwhile, Jake was cataloguing them in his memory “for future reference” as he repeatedly dove in for seconds. Having so many of them in rapid succession, it became nearly impossible to identify each individual one. Whew, Mate!

When the blindfolds were removed and the guys eyes slowly acclimatized back to the soft lighting. They realised almost instantly that the audience had increased somewhat. Sitting with PURR were a few more ladies from the entourage, notably Jewel Ireland, otherwise known to Jake and Tone as Diamond Lil, Miss Pasquale’s personal assistant and confidante. Louise VanHelsing, the renowned makeup artist who now exclusively handled all the makeup and cosmetology for the PURR girls was there as well. She had previously plied her expertise for some of the biggest bands around, most famously, the legendary ‘KISS’.

The glimmer twins known as Libby and Slippy were also there. They ran ‘Sin Amatography’, the company filming the entire tour under the direction of ‘Pug’ Petersen and planned for release as a motion picture sometime in the future. In addition, Michelle the wardrobe mistress for the band was there. Tone always thought she was a very suspect babe indeed.Unlike the Dewylde Child Suranna who was very upfront, a very explosive lady who ran all the pyroteqnics effects with her company ‘A Bigger Banger’.

The gypsy Rhiannon, Miss Pilots personal guru and analyst was also present., but the most amazing shocker for Tone was the appearance of Mistress Masonite who just happened to be in town. She’d written a few things for the band in the past and had just come along for the ride at Gracie’s invitation. Words weren’t necessary as she flashed a sardonic grin at Tone.

The music of Sting’s ‘Desert Rose’ wafted around the room. The sound conjured up scenes of the Kasbah and slave auctions, Bedouins and such. In this ‘Auction’ Angela would be ‘The Ringmaster’.

For Jake and Tone the worrisome part was over, for they would be happy to make love to any of the beautiful women in the room, although they did have their particular favourites. Tone was even happier now as Gracie’s words sung to sweet music in his scull cinema “whatever happens tonight your arse is mine” But Tone wasn’t 100% sure, because of the way Masonite was eyeing his backside, he new her of old.

Gracie and Tess came over to Jake and Tone and fed them each a glass of champagne. Jake took a few puffs of Gracie’s ‘exotic’ cigarette, but Tone refused. He never touched the stuff. He got off on booze, always reckoning it was a longer safer ride.

Now both men were enjoying themselves and seeing the funny side of the whole deal, relaxed into the mood. They looked at each other and smirked, the happiness shone in their eyes. It was going to be a good night.

“See Tone, I told you to stick with me and things would work out fine!”

“Oh! Jake you fucking lyin’ bastard. I told you to relax and you might enjoy it!”

“How many did you guess? I’d bet you only got one right and stood the pain, you creeper!”

“Two outta three ain’t bad, Tone.”

“How come you never got four, Jakey”? I reckon she got on my queue. Yeah, I think I did five man! Yeah, five!”

“Aw, shut the fuck up, Tone. It‘s easy if you do ’em just one at a time.”

“You two just about done now? Shut up, okay!” screamed Angela.

“Sorry your majesty, we’re just here kissin’ ass”. Jake was getting frisky.

Angela was past fucking around now. It was serious ‘Auction’ time and the sisters had money burning holes in their PURRses.

She spoke loudly in her finest auctioneer's voice, “Tess, get them on their feet,” she pulled them up by their hair. Then ‘The Killer’ started her roll:

“Ladies, here’s our first item of the evening, can be sold as a pair or I am willing to split, as you wish. Two fine, untrained stallions ready for your corral and to be broken in. I can’t tell you that they haven’t been around a bit, for they are both very experienced in all the arts of female pleasuring, as you ladies have had just a mere taste tonight."

"One is around 5’8” and the other about 6’2” in hands and both at least eight in penis. Note the tattoo of the scull with cowboy hat on the forearm of the one affectionately now called the Marlboro Man. by our glorious leader."

“That one maybe the harder of the two to tame, so I am prepared to take a lesser price. It is known to be very undisciplined and cheeky at times, but no doubt trainable by the right mistress As you can see it has Jude M tattooed on the left check of it’s arse.” Masonite winked at Tone and a shiver of diverse pleasure went down his spine.

As she spoke, ‘The Killer” moved around the two guys, poking and prodding with her crop. “To my knowledge, neither has been penetrated and both are of straight predilection. The taller of this blond pair also comes with the added bonus of eruditeness and will talk your tits off into the early hours should you need good company!

The smaller one has a certain amusement value, but it can be a real pain in the arse at times. Come on sisters, what am I bid? I’ll go $1,000 bucks myself on the one in the hat.”

“And I’ll go $1,000 bucks on the smart one,” bid Tess.

The bidding bounced around between the girls until it was $15,000 for Jake to Tess, $14,000 for Marlboro Man to Gracie.

“$16,000 for the Marlboro Man” shouted the Wyldchilde “I’ll be shooting roman candles from his fucking sorry ass if I get him” you could just tell they’d gotten off to a bad start.

“$20,000 for the verbal outlaw known as Tone” shouted Betti. She knew him better than anyone and wanted to know more. Gracie threw her a look that would kill!

“$18,000 for Jakey,” went Roxanne. That was a fucking eye opener.

Gracie was pissed off now. “$30,000 for the Marlboro Man.”

“$20,000 for Jakey,” went Jenny. She was just a wildcat with a worn out bunny wanting a good fucking!

Tess’s face was a picture of venom. She was ready to scratch Jenny’s eyes out, for she so wanted to have a taste of the Jake one! “$25,000 for Jake,” she bid and the room fell quiet.

Angela’s voice took over “ Okay, are we all done sisters? The bidding stands at $30,000 for the Marlboro Man to Gracie Pasquale, $25,000 for Jake to Tess Pilot. Any more for any more sisters, going once, going twice…” The room remained silent. “Going for the third and finale time, sold! To Gracie and Tess.”

“Come forward ladies, claim your purchases and show me your money.”

Angela untied the guys’ hands, threw them their shirts and said, “ Get dressed boys and have a good night. It’s been good to know you.” and she kissed Tone softly on the cheek.

“Get off, he’s mine!” joked Gracie.

Gracie and Tess came forward and leashed Tone and Jake.

“A slice off a cut loaf is never missed,” purred Angela as she took $30,000 off Gracie and shoved it into the back pocket of Tone’s jeans and did similarly with Tess $25000 into Jake’s. To these girls, that was only play money and they’d just had fun.

They lead them though their own doorways, stopping at the threshold to turn to the rest of the remaining kittens, wishing them “Good luck with the rest of the horn section, darlings CATch you in the AM!” The ornate hardwood doors slammed shut as the lift doors ‘Hissed’opened again!