TRANCE, Inc. 06

I stood in the bathroom of my humble apartment. Once, I had thought that the room was unnecessarily large but with a girlfriend, and three other women, sleeping over more nights than not the counter was starting to overflow with all variety of cosmetics and toiletries.

You might want to think about moving into a bigger apartment, I mused, and I filed the thought away under "deal with later" on my mental to-do list as I worked at the knot of my simple black tie. I was dressed in a steel-grey button down and the only pair of dress shoes I owned, the simple outfit I wore only making me feel more outclassed by the beautiful women around me.

I shared a rueful grin with myself in the mirror. Your own fault, I told mirror Chance, and he just grinned back at me. I never would have expected that I would need an UberXL to fit all my dates in one car, but I certainly wasn't complaining as I fished my phone out of my pocket and set our destination.

"Where are we going?" Daisy asked, hugging me from behind as she peeked over my right shoulder. Her breath was warm on my neck and I felt the tickle of a stray hair that had escaped her elaborate braid. She and Carmen wore matching silver and black dresses but had each braided their red hair to a different side, creating a unique but pleasing mirror effect. Bookend sylphs, one for each arm.

I grinned, pleased, but tried to act nonchalant. "I seem to recall someone wishing for a fancy French dinner the other night..." I trailed off thoughtfully, letting a playful frown of concentration crease my brow.

The twins both let out a squeal of delight and Victoria gave me an approving smile in the mirror, looking dignified but ravishing in a tight maroon dress whose v-neck dipped enough to show a tasteful amount of cleavage. She had arrived home from work early, removing our need to tell her of our evening plans from the road.

"Mmm..." Amber murmured, planting a kiss on my other cheek and wrapping her arms around my left bicep in a soft hug. "Our man has exquisite taste."

I felt my smile broaden. "Only under the direction of my exquisite ladies." My phone vibrated, and I glanced down as it notified me that our ride was just two minutes away. "Time to go," I said, and we trooped out of my bedroom and down the narrow front hallway out of the apartment.

***

It was still a squeeze in the interior of the sleek black van that pulled up out front of the building, and Victoria took shotgun.

The Uber driver, a middle-aged Indian man in a sharply-pressed button down, gave her only the slightest glance before he turned around to check the backseat. "Chance?" he asked, his voice touched by a light accent.

"That's me," I replied as I pulled back the middle row of seats and let Amber climb into the back. The app told me his name was Tushar, and I briefly admired his willpower. He may have been the first man I'd met who hadn't immediately checked out at least one of the gorgeous pornstars who accompanied me.

I chuckled inwardly. He probably thought I was some sort of movie star or internet millionaire. No ordinary man, surely, would be going out on a random Monday night with a whole bevy of beautiful babes.

Carmen clambered in after Amber, followed by me and Daisy. I was now snugly wedged between my twin 18-year-old lovers, with my bombshell girlfriend behind me and my boss-turned-paramour in the front seat.

What a way to live. I sighed contentedly as we rolled into the street.

The ride was only ten or fifteen minutes, but it felt much quicker as I engaged in idle chatter with Carmen, Daisy and Amber while Victoria messed around on her phone in the front seat. It felt so natural to talk with them, and I wondered how I had survived years of my life without the constant presence of these exceedingly-enjoyable women.

We pulled up outside Delicieux, a popular French restaurant downtown, and piled out. I gave Tushar a hefty tip on the app — I was using Mike Lassiter's card, so why not? — and a five-star rating, then stood outside the front door as the van pulled away.

I realized with a hint of surprise that I felt nervous. I'd never really had the money to frequent expensive establishments before, and I wondered whether I was making a mistake. I didn't want to use the wrong fork and look like an idiot in front of my girls.

Victoria gave me a look like she could read my mind and a smile curved across her full lips. "Don't worry, Chance," she purred playfully. "I can take care of you." She winked, and I chuckled but blushed a little at the same time.

"After you," I offered gallantly as I stepped forward to open the door, and my four companions swept into the restaurant.

The interior was well lit but not bright — Romantic, I thought — and was already bustling with patrons.

"Do you have a reservation?" the cute blonde hostess asked, smiling from behind her podium. She was taller than average with wavy, shoulder-length hair and a crisply pressed white shirt that made her look official.

I felt the bubble of happiness in my stomach pop and begin to deflate. Idiot, I fumed at myself. You didn't even think about it. "We do not..." I managed to mutter guiltily, shooting an embarrassed glance at Daisy and Carmen.

The woman looked immediately contrite. "Unfortunately, we're fully booked for—" she started to say, but Victoria interrupted her.

"Actually," she murmured, stepping forward confidently, "we do have a reservation. Victoria Carmichael."

Glancing down at the computer screen in front of her, the blonde missed the kiss that Victoria blew my way, and I realized that that was what she had been doing on her phone. She'd been getting us a reservation on the drive over.

I grinned back at her, relieved.

The hostess was all smiles as she looked up brightly. "Carmichael, party of five," she said, looking us over. "Right this way." Grabbing a stack of menus, she led us further into the restaurant.

We wove between tables, and I noticed out of the corner of my eye that we were catching a lot of attention. Hardly surprising, given that each of my companions was easily one of the most attractive women present. In a group, they looked like a squadron of supermodels invading the restaurant.

The cute blonde hostess gave us one last bright smile as she stopped in one corner of the room where a round table for five had been set.

"I hope you have a lovely evening with us," she told us while we arranged ourselves around it. "Your server will be with you shortly."

We seated ourselves and I let her get out of earshot before I blew out a sigh of relief that was only slightly exaggerated. "You really saved me there, V," I murmured, leaning forward and kissing her knuckles lightly as her hand rested on the table. The brunette had seated herself across from me and I had once again ended up between the twins.

Her dark brown eyes twinkled as she smiled back. "I'm sure you'll find some way to make it up to me later," she responded, her voice low and thrumming with promise. Her expression was carefully composed, but the way she traced one finger down the neckline of her dress was distractingly seductive. I imagined bending her over the table right here and taking her, and my cock throbbed as it awoke.

Under the tablecloth, I suddenly felt another movement. Glancing right, I met Carmen's innocent green-eyed gaze.

"What are you—?" I started to ask, but I froze as her hand slid further up my thigh.

The teen's fingers gently rubbed up against my hardening length and I sucked in a quick breath of air.

The redhead shifted in her seat and then leaned in close. "I think I need to go to the lady's room..." she murmured, and I felt something soft drop into my lap. She kissed the tip of my ear, her hand trailing up my chest and over my shoulder as she stood, and I felt my cheeks begin to burn.

I couldn't look away as she sashayed off between the tables, her pert ass hypnotizing me as it moved beneath the slinky material of her silver dress. Unsurprisingly, her overtly sexual gait drew the attention of almost every man between our table and the darkened hallway into the back of the restaurant, where she turned the corner and disappeared under the sign with the universal "male/female" symbols and the words "homme" and "femme," which I assumed were French.

I glanced under the tablecloth and was only a little surprised when I saw her lacy blue panties draped casually across my lap. I hastily stuffed the slip of cloth into my pocket and glanced up to see that Amber and Victoria were sharing an amused glance.

"What?" I asked, a sheepish smile fighting to take control of my features.

Then, I felt Daisy leaning in from the other side. Her breath was on my neck and her lips brushed briefly against my skin as she whispered, "I'm no mind reader... But I think my sister wants you to fuck her senseless in the bathroom right about now." I felt myself growing harder at the words, the scent of her perfume filling my nose. I began to wonder whether my girls had organized in advance to plant me between the twin 18-year-olds.

I gave the more mature women a glance, but Amber just grinned nonchalantly at me and Victoria let her tongue slide subtly across her lips.

"I'll order for you if you take too long in there," the brunette murmured playfully.

"Thanks," I muttered. I coughed and stood, my chair sliding back on the soft carpet. Then, I did my best not to look too hurried as I strode across the room and ducked into the hallway after Carmen.

***

The ravishing teen was waiting for me, her hip cocked to one side and her legs looking long and athletic as she balanced daintily on her high heels.

The women's room was as haughty as only a fancy restaurant bathroom can be, complete with an expensive tiled floor, a massive mirror on one wall and a basket of neatly folded towels by the ornate sink set into the black-and-gold-veined white marble countertop.

I flashed back to the first time I'd seen her, outside the door of my apartment in a velvety pink tracksuit, and realized I hadn't truly appreciated her toned physique.

"You're gorgeous," I managed to mutter as I met her smoky gaze and let the door to the women's bathroom swing shut behind me.

She bit her lip and tossed her red braid over one shoulder. "Lock it," she ordered, taking one slow step toward me, and I felt the heat in my chest begin to grow as my heartbeat quickened.

I fumbled without looking and managed to turn the lock as she stalked across the floor toward me.

"Are you sure this isn't too public?" I managed to ask before Carmen's hands were on my chest and she planted a searing kiss on my lips.

I leaned into the kiss, my hands wrapping around her waist and pressing into the small of her back. The texture of her dress brushed against my palms, and I flexed my arms to pull her tighter against me.

Her round breasts pressed into my chest, and I felt my cock stir against her stomach as I grew harder. Her scent, the same perfume as her sister, was heady and intoxicating. My fingers drifted up over her slim shoulders and into her hair, slipping into the knots of her braid.

Carmen gasped softly as I pulled her head back, her red lips parting as I covered her mouth again with mine.

I felt my blood pumping through my body, my tension and concern about discovery drowned out by my urgent, growing need.

The teen's fingers dug into my chest before slipping down to my belt. With swift, practiced movements she undid the clasp and I growled softly as her hands dove beneath the cloth and wrapped around my shaft.

She began to stroke, mewling softly against my lips as she felt me stiffening in her grasp. Pulling back, Carmen's blazing green eyes met mine.

Her tongue darted out across her lips, and then she slid down to her knees, trailing her hands down my hips and around to lightly grip my hamstrings. She tugged my boxers down to my knees and my cock sprang free, rock hard with urgent need.

The slim young woman stared up at me as her hot breath warmed the sensitive skin of my throbbing rod and her soft fingers stroked gently up and down.

"Would you like me to suck your cock, Master?" she murmured, letting her tongue flick out to catch a bead of precum.

I shuddered, the title hitting me like an electric shock of power-infused arousal. "Yes..." I hissed, sucking in air between my teeth as I struggled to control myself.

Without a second's hesitation, Carmen leaned forward and swallowed me whole. My cock slid into her mouth as I gasped with pleasure, the familiar sensation magnified by the realization that I was in the middle of a crowded restaurant and barely a dozen feet from the nearest patrons.

The redhead's lips massaged my shaft as she slowly pulled back, the suction building until she swirled her tongue around the head and came up for air with a soft pop. She grinned up at me, but before I could say anything she bobbed forward again, not breaking eye contact as she began to suck my cock with unfeigned enthusiasm.

I felt my eyelids flicker as she moaned around me, the lust in the sound shivering up my spine in a bolt of electric pleasure. I felt my jaw tighten as I held in a groan of my own, and her eyes sparked with heat. She let her fingers wrap once more around my rock-hard length and began to stroke, daring me to explode in her hot, willing mouth.

My hips twitched as I thrust forward, deeper into her mouth and feeling the tightness at the back of her throat. She gasped, and her eyes rolled up with ecstasy as she leaned forward, silently asking me to continue. But I wasn't going to let her have all the control.

I bared my teeth in a grin, meeting her eyes. Then, I spoke. "Are you my horny little nympho slut?"

Carmen blinked, and her eyes went blank for a moment as the trigger phrase sank through her conscious mind and sparked in her subconscious. Then, a smile slowly spread across her lips as her eyes blazed into mine.

She pulled back, letting my cock slip between her lips and quiver in the air before her. "Yes, sir," she purred. "I'm whatever you want me to be."

"Bend over the sink," I ordered, feeling every heartbeat pulse through my body.

The teen stood smoothly, her body moving with the grace of a dancer. She took a slow step back, then another, leading me towards the mirror and the counter, gaze never leaving my face.

Need coursing through my body, I grabbed her roughly and spun her around, hearing her gasp in surprise and excitement. I pulled back on her braid, lifting her head even as I pushed her down onto the counter.

Her palms smacked down on the marble countertop as she caught herself and she looked over her shoulder at me in the mirror, her lips parted and eyes wild.

"Take me, sir," she gasped. "Take me like a good little slut. Show me you own my body, anywhere and everywhere."

My cock was in my fist as I lifted up her dress and lined up with her dripping pussy, her pert ass offered up to me at the perfect height in those heels.

"Beg," I growled, barely in control.

Her eyes grew even wider as she turned up the heat. "Please, sir..." her voice was plaintive and throbbing with pent up desire. "I know what my body was made for..."

I rested the tip of my length against her entrance. I saw her begin to lean back onto me and held her tightly, forcing her to continue.

"I know that I live to pleasure you... To be used by you..."

I released her hair and grabbed her by the hips, my fingers massaging deep into her smooth, muscular legs. I looked at us in the mirror, a slim, perfectly made-up teen in a stunning dress and a disheveled man, his hair untidy and his shirt just a bit wrinkled with a black tie thrown over his shoulder. I was nowhere near as hot as Carmen, my body having long ago given up the battle against a job where I sat in a chair for most of the day and then came home to play video games in my apartment, alone.

"Fuck me. Pleaseeee..."

I snapped back to reality. A problem for another time. I grunted as I thrust into her, the pornstar's body shaking with the force of each pistoning movement. With one hand, I slid around the bunched-up dress at her hip and drifted over the smooth skin between her thighs.

"Yesss..." Her voice was trembling now, bouncing up and down each time I plunged inside her hot, wet entrance. She cried out in pleasure as I flicked my finger across her clit and began to circle her pleasure button. "Yesyesyes!"

I swiftly clamped a hand over her mouth and muffled the sound. "Can you be silent for me?" I demanded quietly, plowing her harder. I felt the muscles of her legs and ass ripple with every impact of my hips against her athletic body.

"Yss, Mssrr," she moaned into my palm, her eyes begging me to continue. Her body tightened around me, sucking me in deeper and massaging my shaft as I plunged into her with abandon.

"Good girl," I grunted, releasing her mouth and returning the hand to her hips to give me even more leverage.

I used her body like that was all it was good for, pulling her onto my cock with each rapid stroke. We built up a rhythm, a primal pounding dance throbbing in my blood and through my engorged cock.

Her only sound was a muted moan that rose and fell in time with our movements.

"In a moment," I ordered, my voice tense as I struggled to control it, "I want you to awaken to yourself."

"Yes, sir..." Carmen groaned, her head bent forward and her hair falling out of her braid as she focused her every movement on the rough fucking I was giving her.

I drove inside of her again, her pussy hot and tight around me. "And when you do I want you to cum, nice and hard, as a reward for the pleasure you've given me."

"Yes, sir..." Her eyes sparked with excitement as she glanced back at me in the mirror, her red lips wet and wanton.

"Good girl," I muttered, before staring straight into her emerald eyes and ordering, "Awake!"

The 18-year-old pornstar blinked and her eyes flashed momentarily as her true mind came back into control. Then, the windows to her soul bared to me as I stared into them, she came explosively.

Her body bucked on my cock as I thrust deep inside of her, grunting as I, too, released my load. She froze, her muscles no longer under her conscious control, and I had to grip her hips to keep her from sliding off of the counter.

My cock spasmed and spurted, releasing strand after strand of hot, sticky cum into her waiting body.

Carmen groaned and arched her back at the sensation, reaching back and pulling me closer with one slim hand.

I collapsed on top of her, my tie flopping to rest against the pattern of her slinky silver dress. I closed my eyes as we let everything go still and silent and relaxed, the countertop cool beneath my fingers.

***

It was several moments before I moved, stepping back and sliding out of her with a low moan of satisfaction.

My teenage lover turned slowly to face me, reaching up to push fiery hair from her face where it had escaped her elaborate braid. "I've never done that before," Carmen admitted, her face cutely flushed pink with excitement and exertion, and suddenly looking much more like a normal 18-year-old.

"You mean in public?" I gaped. "Really?" I knew for a fact that I was inexperienced, and I always assumed that my girls were far more adventurous than me.

"Well, in video shoots..." she said, biting down on her lower lip and glancing up at me through her eyelashes. "But I wanted you to be my first for real."

The innocent sweetness in her words melted my heart and I wrapped my arms around her hips once again, grinning into her face as I lifted her up and spun her around. I've never been that strong, so I was pleased that I was able to twirl her momentarily in the air before dropping her breathless to the ground once again.