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Dan threw open the door. His dark hair was dripping wet, and there was a towel wrapped around his waist.

Belle took a moment, taking in his broad, bare chest before quickly averting her eyes. “Ugh, put a shirt on,” she barked, barging her way past him and into the apartment.

What she saw inside did nothing to improve her mood. Fast food wrappers littered every surface and a thick haze of pot smoke hung in the air. Belle’s heart sank. It was bad enough she was stuck with this guy, but did he have to be a stoner too?

“Sorry about the mess,” he said, flicking an empty pizza box off the sofa, and inviting her to sit down, “Can I get you a drink?”

“We can drink when we get there. Get dressed,” she snapped, “I don’t want to be late.”

Dan muttered something under his breath then disappeared into a bedroom to change.

Belle knew she was being a bitch, but she couldn’t help it. Her blood had been up ever since her producer, Ron, had called her into his office to introduce the two of them. Belle had gone into the meeting thinking she was just going to meet a new colleague. The newest member of the “In Your Backyard” team. But within seconds of shaking Dan’s hand, Ron dropped the bomb:

“I want you to take Dan with you this weekend,” he said.

Belle bristled, “This is my story, Ron.”

“And no one is trying to take it away from you, Belle. I’d just feel better if you walked into the lion’s den with someone a little more experienced.”

Belle raised an eyebrow. Experienced?

“Professionally, I mean. Dan’s worked in some of the harshest, unpredictable places on Earth: deserts, warzones, jungles. If something should go wrong at this little shindig, I’m confident he can get you out in one piece.”

Dan winked.

Belle laughed, “Ron, it’s an orgy, not a military coup,” she said, “I’ll be fine.”

But Ron was adamant, “You either take him with you, or I’m pulling the plug.”

Not wanting to lose the story of a lifetime, Belle agreed to his terms. But she resented the hell out of them. She also resented Dan. All 6 foot 4 of him. Something she was determined to make known to him at every opportunity.

When Dan emerged from his room dressed in jeans and a gaudy Hawaiian shirt, Belle’s heart sank.

“You’re not wearing that are you?” she moaned.

Dan glanced down, “What? This? It’s my lucky shirt,” he said, smoothing down the creased fabric dotted with palm trees and hula girls.

“It’s hideous.”

“- but handy,” he said, nodding towards a laptop on the kitchen counter.

On its screen, in crisp 4K clarity, Belle saw herself, or rather, she saw the back of her head.

“I don’t think they’re going to let us whip out our phones and start filming,” he said, tapping at what looked like a button in the middle of his shirt, “so, I improvised.”

Belle looked from his shirt to the laptop and saw Dan wave.

A spy camera, she marvelled. That was kind of genius, but there was absolutely no way she was going tell him that.

Then Dan reached into his pocket and pulled out a silver necklace adorned with what looked like a diamond pendant, “This is yours. HD, Wi-fi enabled, the whole bit,” said Dan, “If there are famous faces at this thing, we’ll get them on film.”

He held the necklace towards her, but instead of taking it, Belle scooped the hair off her neck and turned her back to him, “Put it on,” she said.

Dan moved behind her, fastened the chain around her neck, then lingered. Belle felt the heat of his breath on her skin and a flutter of excitement in her stomach.

Then she turned around to face him, stared into his coal black eyes and let her hair spill across her shoulders.

“Okay,” she purred, “You’ve shared your toys. Can we go now?”

“Actually,” he said, “I was wondering…what if they want us Ankara escort to, y’know?” his voice trailed off for a moment, “Are you okay with that?”

Belle was silent for a moment, then burst out laughing, “God no!”

Dan flinched, “I just thought — “

Belle cut him off, “Let’s get something straight,” she said, pushing her index finger into his chest, “we’re not going to this thing to participate. We’re there to observe and report. Is that clear?”

“Crystal,” said Dan, “Just thought I’d check.”

“You’ve checked. Now let’s go.”

As they pulled up to the infamous House on the Hill a knot formed in Belle’s stomach. She’d heard so much about this place and now she was about to experience it for herself. She was terrified.

Dan sensed her anxiety, “it’s not too late to turn around,” he said.

Belle bit her lip and cast her mind back to her meeting with the Judge. She thought about what she’d had to do to get the password. It wasn’t as far as she could have gone, but she’d crossed a lot of personal boundaries to get to this point. If she backed out now, it would all be for nothing.

“No,” she said, “let’s do it.”

Standing in front of the Mediterranean style mansion stood a statuesque blonde in a white Grecian-style gown.

Dan gave a low whistle of admiration and Belle felt a stab of jealousy and instant regret about her choice of outfit, a simple pencil skirt and silk blouse. She looked more secretary than sexual adventurer.

Belle gave the Greek Goddess the password and she introduced herself, “Welcome, I’m Etheria,” she said, “I’ll be your guide for the evening. Please, follow me.”

She lead them through the main house, a bland open space with bare white walls and minimal furniture, to the garden.

A waiter, his identity hidden behind a mask, stopped by with a tray of champagne. Dan grabbed two flutes and handed one to Belle. She knocked hers back quickly, then reached for another hoping it would quell the rising panic building within her.

A large white marquee had been erected near the pool. Inside, diaphanous curtains hung down, segmenting the tent into individual rooms. Some were already filled with couples. Some, with triples.

“You’re here because there is tension in your relationship,” said Etheria.

You’ve got that right, thought Belle.

“Tonight, you will be shown how to move past that and into a higher state of love and understanding.” She showed them to a bay and held back the curtain for the couple to step inside, “Please make yourself comfortable. We will begin shortly.”

Dan and Belle stepped inside the space. Inside, was a massage table, a chair, towels, lube, and little else, Etheria dropped the curtain and left them alone.

Belle heard a rustling of clothes and saw two women in the space next to theirs, slipping out of their clothes. The gauzy curtains that separated the spaces gave the illusion of privacy, but in reality everyone in attendance was on full display.

As she gazed around she saw other couples, kissing, fondling, in full view of one another. Her stomach clenched and she was struck by a terrifying reality: they may not be able to just observe and report after all.

This fear was confirmed by a woman’s soft voice over the PA system, “Friends,” the voice purred, “please remove your clothes and wait for further instruction.”

Belle froze, further instruction? Of what. She went to knock back her second glass of champagne, but Dan took it from her hand and placed it on the table. Then he before she knew what was happening, his hand was on the small of her back pulling her towards him, “Dan,” she squeaked, “what are you doing?”

He leaned in and whispered in her ear, “We’re being watched. Guys in suits at 12, 3 and 6 o’clock.”

Belle’s eyes Ankara escort bayan darted around the marquee. Burly men in black suits stood sentry at points around the marquee. Their faces were hidden behind black masks, but their eyes worked the room, keeping a watchful eye on the participants.

Etheria was conversing with one of the masked men. He was tall, heavy set and he seemed to be staring directly at the two of them.

Belle tensed, “What do we do?” she whispered.

Dan shrugged and began unbuttoning his shirt, “might as well go with it,” he said.

Belle’s eyes widened in horror, “What?”

“We’re just taking our clothes off. No big deal,” Dan whispered, “Like when you go swimming.”

“I don’t know what pool you go to,” muttered Belle, “but I don’t swim naked.”

“There’s a first time for everything,” he said, tossing his shirt over the marquee railing.

Oddly, in the midst of her terror, Belle felt the overwhelming compulsion to reprimand him for being a slob. Then she noticed the buttons were facing outward, towards the other cubicles and she realised he was, in his own way, being professional.

“Let’s just go with the flow and when things get serious — well – hopefully everyone will be too wrapped up in what they’re doing to notice us. Remember, we have a job to do.”

Dammit, Belle thought to herself, he’s right. Besides it was just nudity. She’d done a whole lot more with the Judge.

So, with shaking hands, she unbuttoned her blouse and slipped out of her skirt, all the while trying to ignore her co-worker stripping naked next to her.

When she was down to her bra and panties, the voice returned over the PA:

“Embrace each another.”

Dan, his gaze fixed on her face, held out his arms and Belle walked into them. This was certainly one way to get to know a co-worker, she thought.

“Now caress each other,” said the voice,” Slowly. As if you are running your hands over something precious…”

Dan trailed his fingers up Belle’s back, slid down one of the straps of her bra and kissed the small marks it had left on her shoulder. A shiver of excitement ran up her spine and she cursed herself for enjoying herself when she was supposed to be working. Dan slipped off her bra she pushed herself closer into him, resting her head on his chest.

Beyond their curtained space she could see couples and small groups, caressing one another, oblivious to the rest of the room. As she glanced around she discovered a pair of eyes fixed upon her.

The masked man Etheria had been talking to was still staring at them.

Dan nuzzled her neck, “Listen,” he muttered, “I think he’s getting suspicious, You need to act like this is not your first rodeo.”

“How?”

“Remember when you were a teenager making out with your boyfriend, and you’d do everything but?” Dan drawled.

Belle hadn’t done anything with her teenage boyfriend but hold hands and engage in some overly wet and not particularly pleasant kissing. Still, she nodded yes.

“That’s what we’re going to do,” he said, “everything but. Okay?”

Belle nodded and Dan backed her towards the massage table, lifted her onto it and parted her legs. Then he stepped between them tilted her face towards him and kissed her deeply. Suddenly, the other bodies and their moans and groans sounded very far away. And, maybe as a result of two glasses of champagne on an empty stomach, Belle kissed him back.

Soon, she became aware of him getting harder, and felt a tightness and tingling between her legs. Without thinking, she reached down and began stroking the shaft of his cock.

Dan inhaled sharply, broke the kiss and stepped away from her.

Belle withdrew her hand, “I’m sorry,” she blushed.

Dan smiled, “Don’t be,” he said, “You Escort Ankara just took be by surprise, that’s all.” He replaced her hand, “Go ahead,” he urged, watching as she massaged his stiffening member, moving her fingers over it, working him to full attention.

When she had him hard and ready, she wrapped one hand around base of his cock, leaned over and drew him into her mouth hungrily. Over Dan’s groans of pleasure, Belle heard a voice, the voice of reason, reprimanding her, asking her what the hell she was doing. She ignored it and swirled her tongue around the smooth tip of his cock, licking away the drops of pre-cum forming at the tip.

“God damn,” Dan croaked, as she worked him over, “I don’t want you to stop,” he croaked, “but I really need you to stop.”

Belle slid him out of her mouth, “Why?”

“You know why,” he said, pushing her onto her back, hooking his fingers in her underwear and sliding them down her legs. Then he opened her legs and moved his face between them. His fingers gently opened her outer lips allowing his tongue to lap the soft, pink folds within. Then he slid two fingers inside her and began moving them back and forth while the tip of his tongue grazed her clit.

Belle trembled and whimpered. She was dripping wet and could feel the tremors of an orgasm were rumbling within her. Suddenly, she wanted everything, not just “everything but.”

“Dan,” she whispered, “I want you inside me.”

He straightened up, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, “are you sure?”

She gazed at him through eyes half-shut and purred, “I’m so sure.”

Dan smiled, he took himself in hand and edged the tip of his cock into her warm wet opening, then inch by inch he eased into her. When he was buried to the hilt, he withdrew just as slowly, pulling out completely before slowly easing back in again. Over and over.

Belle whined. Her body began to writhe and buck. Dan was teasing her, working her up into a lather for his own amusement.

“What’s wrong? he teased, “this is what you want, right?”

Belle shook her head, “No, I want more.”

“Oh, you want me to fuck you?”

She nodded.

“Then you have to ask nicely.”

“Please, Dan, ” she begged, “Please, fuck me.”

He smiled and thrust into her.

Belle gasped, her legs wrapped around him and he picked up the pace. Soon they were rocking and writhing together, oblivious to everything but their own pleasure. She tilted her hips, so his pubic bone was grinding against her and the delicious little tremors returned, “Oh God,” she moaned, “don’t stop.”

With every grind, the wave rose within her and after a short while – “Ohhhhhhh!”

– it broke and pleasure washed across her whole body.

Belle fell limply back onto the bed, savouring the warm sensations spreading through her. She heard a squeaking and, as if she’d been rudely awoken by a stage hypnotist, Belle found herself back in the marquee. Grunts and groans, the slapping of flesh and the smell of sweat assaulted her senses.

She opened her eyes, the massage table was wobbling and creaking under them and her breasts were bouncing wildly as Dan, his eyes screwed shut and his brow furrowed in concentration, began thrusting furiously.

Belle noticed there was someone standing behind Dan. Watching. It was the masked man. Only he wasn’t masked anymore.

And as Belle lay there, legs splayed apart and Dan thrusting wildly between them, she locked eyes with the Judge.

“Why, Miss Starr,” he smirked, “Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes?”

Belle gasped. Every muscle in her body tensed. Dan came with a roar and collapsed on top of her.

The Judge applauded, “Well done! Well done!” he cried.

Then he reached over and slapped Dan on the ass.

“A champion effort, Dan. Good man. I knew you could do it.”

Panting, glassy eyed and shivering from the aftershocks of his orgasm, Dan turned his head towards the Judge, nodded and croaked “Thank you, sir.”

Then he turned back to Belle, brushed a strand of hair from her shocked face and said, “I couldn’t have done it without you.”

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