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I imagine how it’ll feel—both dirty and amazing.I imagine being possessed by them in such a way—maybe one in my pussy while the other one takes my ass.
The mental image, along with them both touching me, caressing me, gets me off.I come hard while Kingston gives me a little spank and says, “That’s my girl,” before he empties into me with a groan.
Sebastian’s eyes are intense on mine as he spills into my mouth.
I swallow him down.
This is only a taste of what’s coming later, and I can’t fucking wait.
Eleven
Ella
The coconut and fruit scents of hair products fill my nose, along with the chemical scent of dyes.Comfortable chatter bounces around the busy room, although every time someone runs a hair dryer, everyone talks louder to be heard over it.
Natasha and I are at a hair salon.It’s a birthday treat from Sebastian, and Natasha’s impressed because he thought to get her input on which salon to use; Natasha sometimes has difficulty finding stylists who will do a good job with her hair.
“I like your men,” she says again while our stylists work.
“You said that already,” I say.My stylist is a fairly stoic man, his face a mask of concentration as he works on my curls.He had a “vision,” he said, when he first saw me.He explained his vision and it sounded pretty much like what my hair already looks like, so I gave him the go-ahead.
“Well, it’s the truth,” she says with a wink.“There are two of them…ever thought of loaning one out?”
“Fuck you,” I say with a laugh.
She laughs, too.“That’s what I’m hoping for, thank you so much.”
I dissolve into giggles and catch my stylist’s eye in the mirror, and he’s holding in a smile.
After our hair is done, we send a selfie to Sebastian to say thank you.He responds, telling us that we’re gorgeous.He’s right.Natasha’s hair is in glamorous, oily waves, and my curls are flowing and luxurious, rather than frizzy like they’ve been lately when I try to wear my hair down.The stylist recommends some products to me, and I write them down to come back for later, after my next pay day.
Sebastian next sends me a message that our final stop on my birthday morning is to Carol’s Closet, a dress shop that’s just a block away, where we are each to pick out a dress and shoes to wear tonight for Vice.He asks if he can come and hang out while I try on dresses.
“Is it cool if Sebastian meets us at Carol’s?”I ask Natasha.
“Of course,” she says.
I text Sebastian that we’d love to see him.
“This whole morning is super generous,” Natasha says as we walk down the sidewalk toward the dress store.“It’s like a fairy tale.”
“I know, I’m a little uncomfortable,” I confess.
She shoots me a glance.“Uncomfortable?”
“All the fuss, all the expense,” I say.“I wonder if I should tell them to back off a little.”
She stops short and tugs on my arm so I face her.“Ella, your men want to pamper you.Lucky for you, they’re rich enough to do so without breaking the bank.You shouldletthem.They’re showing you they care.”
“I guess you have a point.”
“I am absolutely correct,” she says with a smile.“You one hundred percent deserve love and affection and yes, you even deserve to be spoiled a little.Try to enjoy it, babe.”
“Well, it’s definitely enjoyable with you along.”
She hugs me, and I hug her back.
“Tonight’s going to be so much fun,” she says.“We’re going to be the hottest girls in Vice.Your guys and Gabe are going to lose their minds.”
