Y CLOTHES WERE all over the bed and the chairs in the bedroom. The three of us dressing at the same time took up the whole hotel suite. Sinks, mirrors, closets, drawers, not to mention brushes, blades, powders and scent. I had dressed and fixed my face and my hair. I got through fast enough that was I able to watch Declan slide into his impeccable dark suit.
Liam was dressing. I swear, watching those two men grooming themselves into their clothes was almost as much of a thrill as seeing them burst out later. I watched from behind and in the mirror as he hauled his belt into the heavy silver buckle, pulled it tight and straightened his pants.
The muscular clench of his ass made me sigh when it was in his suit pants, almost as much as when it wasn’t.
His eye caught mine in the mirror. “When the Teutonic twins set up a meeting, I’d like you to come along.” I was surprised.
“This is different from how you usually do things.”
“It’s business.” But there was a sparkle in his eye.
I said, “Why would you want me there?”
“It could make a difference to you,” he told me as he crafted the knot on his tie. I stepped nearer. He turned and I leaned against him to feel the heat of his chest. I adjusted the knot. Pretending that was why I was pressed against him.
The knot had been perfect as it was, but I took any excuse to be near Liam, or Declan. The tug of his smile at the corners of his eyes inflamed me.
He held my waist. “Have you been to Germany before?” I shook my head. “Do you want to go?” I nodded. “So. Come along.”
“Really,” Declan stepped up behind me and said, “We want you to watch and listen.”
“But I don’t know anything.” I squirmed, pressed in between the two men. I licked my lips. “Not about any of it.”
Liam pulled back to slip on his suit jacket. As he did I lurched, like a kitten does if you rub her. She leans against your hand then, when you take your hand away, she lurches. Liam and Declan looked so fine. They had such beautiful suits and they looked so hot, they always made me want to climb them. All the time. Everywhere.
Inside their fine-cut, hand-stitched suit, in the crisp linen shirts, there were animals. Hot. Pumping. Ready to pounce any moment. Every moment. But dressed, they looked so perfect. So impeccable. The contrast made me wet and achy.
“We don’t mean for you to come along because of what you know, or what you don’t know.” He said.
“No,” Declan said, “But you’re a great judge of people.”
Liam nodded with emphasis. Declan went on, “I want your take on whether we can trust them. What they’re hiding. If they’re telling us the truth or if they’re trying to pull the wool over our eyes.” Declan was pretty persuasive. “You’re great on all of that. You read people.”
I was absolutely certain that these two men were past masters at reading themselves, seeing what someone meant when it was different from what the person said. They made games, played with words and made jokes out of things like that, so I thought they were perfectly able to judge the twins without any help from me.
But, I would be lying if I said I didn’t have an interest in seeing the twins again. They were pretty hot themselves. Like Liam said, I wouldn’t be disloyal in any way. But I could look. There’s no harm in that. Is there?
“And do you want me to blow you under the table while we’re there?”
Declan’s laugh was a loud rattle like a snake and it made me even hotter. “Why ever would you be thinking of that?”
Liam’s hand grabbed my ass and slid between my thighs. “What would give you such a very bad thought, Miss Primly Fuckable? Where does your filthy mind go when there’s no one to guard it?”
His fingers traced my folds through my thin wet panties and pressed them apart.
Declan said, “We’re going to get all thrown out of schedule,” and I knew he was right when I heard the buzz of his zipper.
Liam said, “You know we shouldn’t be doing this now.”
Declan’s hands slid up my thighs and lifted my skirt as he pulled me back against him. The chill of the air met my quivering cheeks, and they pressed back against the hot pulse of his velvety rod.
“We should be out doing the research.” The ridge in his pants dragged against my ass.
Liam’s eyes blazed as he reached up to my hair. I had spent more than an hour on my hair. He knew it. I saw it in the curl of his lip as he pushed his fingers right into it. He pulled, gently at first as he closed his fist and grabbed me.
The thickness of Declan’s cock was between my shaking thighs. Liam grasped me by my perfectly arranged hair and tugged my head back. “I believe you’re right, my friend.” With his free hand, Liam’s finger traced the line of my exposed throat. “I’m always distracted by the loveliness of our beauty here.”
“And she’ll need time to change.” My knees weakened and shook as the hard head of Declan’s cock drug against my hood and pressed my clit. The back ridge sawed against my fattening lips.
Liam’s jaw set and he looked in my eyes. He yanked my head back a little farther. “That’s right. This dress won’t be any good.” And he ripped it wide open. Then his eyes flashed. “Take my cock out, Miss Suck ’N’ Roll. Get your lips and your tongue ready for some hard jamming.”
Declan yanked my panties aside and massaged the entry to my little ass with his wet thumb while the head of his cock shoved hard at my opening, right at the top. Liam’s cock was straining in his pants and I bent to open his zipper and let him out. My mouth watered as I thought of the heat and the hard weight of him sliding across my palm and the dark scent of his groin when I got his cock in my mouth.
Declan held my hips and squeezed my ass. I gasped as the head of his cock split my pussy and pierced me. My knees buckled. Liam’s zipper was awkward, or I was clumsy but I couldn’t get it open fast enough. He groaned as I rubbed his cock outside his pants. It was so long. I couldn’t wait to get my hands on it. And my lips.
Declan’s cock drove me painfully wide and as he pressed his thumb on the soft opening of my ass, I pushed hard on the shaft of his ramrod.
Finally Liam took pity on me and snarled as he opened his pants and I reached in to haul out his thick, pulsing haft.
He pulled on my hair, but I didn’t need the encouragement. Already I was lunging to get a-lunching on his hot, angry snake. I held him and felt his singing blood while I licked the head and the underside. With my quivering lips pursed, I blew on him, to tease myself as much as to arouse him. Declan slapped my ass and I squealed as my mouth stretched open to take Liam in.
“Don’t make her bite my fucking cock off, ya bollocks,” Liam roared at Declan.
My mouth was wide and my tongue stretched out so near I could just about taste him, but I held him tight and rubbed the length of him, hot and jumping in my hand and I paused to say, “No chance of that, Liam. Your cock’s made of iron. I’d break my teeth.”
Declan rammed hard into me and lifted me on his cock as he did. “What’s mine made of then, Princess?”
I sagged again as the tops of his thighs slapped noisily against my ass. “Steel,” I groaned.
The scent of the two men’s sweat made me light-headed and wild. I slid my lips down the underside of Liam’s cock and grazed it with my teeth. When I got to the end I popped his balls in my mouth, one by one, and sucked them.
“Isn’t she the most gorgeous fucking thing?” Declan crouched a little as he picked my legs off the ground and he lifted my thighs. I hung on to Liam’s hips and he held me up. Declan groaned as he reamed me wide with the huge girth of his cock. The slap of his thighs against mine and the rasp of his cock into my puffed and needy lips made the sensations from my core through the whole of my insides swirl and soar.
Liam stroked my hair and said, “Oh baby. You are so fucking beautiful.” I sank my lips over the head of his cock and worked my mouth down the length of him. “What did we ever do to deserve this filthy little angel?”
“She‘s that, all right. Her pussy’s hugging my cock like it won’t ever let go.” Hearing that started my core convulsing. My thighs clenched and sang and a wave of tingling tremor started to roll through me.
“And she’s sucking on mine so fucking wonderfully,” Liam jammed into my mouth and held me tight, “If heaven hasn’t got any of this,” he said, “I’m not fucking going.” He grabbed my hair as his cock filled my mouth and slid down the soft muscles of my throat.
The tang of Liam’s cock filled my head. Thin, sweet saliva slathered around him and I pushed down as far as I could stretch. My neck ached, craning to push my face against Liam’s body. My nose pressed against his wiry tuft of hair. His low groans vibrated into my mouth and my throat.
Hanging on to Liam’s hips, I struggled to grip and hold myself up. Liam sensed it.
“We should get a dining table in here.”
Declan agreed. “That or fuck her in a pool hall.”
My arms ached and my back was feeling the strain, but that thought made me spasm and squeal. Naturally, Declan picked up on it.
The men hauled me onto my side along the back of a couch. Declan said, “Would you like that?” He hoisted my leg over his shoulder. “Would you like me to fuck you in a pool hall, with a whole lot of men watching?”
I moaned. With Liam’s cock in my throat and his pubes tickling my lips, I couldn’t say a lot. Liam felt the moan shake my throat.
“That’s right. Sing on my cock. Suck it and sing.”
Declan pulled my leg higher. I was stretched about as wide as I could go, but his cock was still bigger than my opening. He chuckled as he rammed into me. “Would you like that, eh?” I couldn’t do more than groan and the currents of orgasm were swirling to spiral through.
“Me fucking you in a half-lit room, a lot of dark, shadowy men moving closer?”
Liam shouted when I nodded. He jammed his cock deeper.
Declan’s hand squeezing my ass and the beat of his hips against the insides of my thighs set me teetering on the edge. As I slid Liam’s fat cock along my tongue I felt him swell from the base. I grabbed his ass to pull him hard into me as he released gushes of thick, salty love into my mouth and my throat.
Declan slammed faster. His balls scraped up the inside of my thigh. He gripped my thigh with one hand to hammer in harder. The other hand squeezed my breast and I gushed. Helpless with cum dripping and dribbling all around me, I sucked and rocked on the two fine cocks until I was wet and trembling all over.
“BEFORE WE GO AND talk to the Germans,” Liam said, “We should find out as much as we can about the target, wouldn’t you say so?” Declan agreed.
Declan worked his laptop, Liam made some calls. After some quiet inquiries, Liam learned that Hardmann, Rock and Gunn had recently provided services to deLunghi’s outfit.
“Heavyweight security,” Declan said. Liam nodded in agreement.
Courtenay looked up.
“Hardmann, Rock and Gunn,” Liam told her, “Three ex fibs who still like to dress like G-Men in their slim black suits. While they worked in the agency they made some useful contacts. Even though they liked the idea of working as feds, they never quite fit in and they tended to operate as kind of an independent cell within the Bureau.”
He said that the three-man team enjoyed the appearance of discipline and the feeling that they were they good guys. “People who worked near them said they didn’t actually follow the discipline too well, and, as a local Bureau chief said it, they weren’t quite, ‘On the side of the angels.’ When they decided to leave and set up shop on their own, a lot of people said that a sigh of relief was heard out of the whole of the Bureau.”
They now worked as private contractors in ‘security, enforcement, and intelligence,’ mainly for a number of mob clients they got to know from working the other side of the fence.
Courtenay was out of the room when Liam called Hardmann to see if he could set up a meeting. He made it clear that what he and Declan wanted was information about Hammer’s crew, especially at the senior level.
“No problem. As long as you’re paying and you don’t ask about any specifics.”
“No, I’m not after anything detailed or compromising or incriminating, it’s background research that I’m doing.”
“As long as it isn’t anything where you’d be asking me to betray a confidence.”
“No, nothing like that.”
“Because we have our professional integrity.”
“Of course.” Liam frowned and shook his head as he looked at Declan.
Hardmann said, “You mind telling me why you want to know?”
“No chance.”
“Fair enough. I have to ask.”
“Naturally.”
“Meet us at the House of Blue Light this evening about eleven.”
After Liam hung up, Declan said, “The House of Blue Light? I wonder, should we take our own little sugar plum fairy along, what do you think?”
Liam eyed him sideways. “Do you think she’d want to go?”
“I think she’s going to want to know.”
Declan nodded “We could go, and not tell her. We could take her and not tell her until we’re there. Or, we could just tell her.” He called out to her, “Hey, sugar cup?”
She came back in from the bedroom, “Declan.”
“We’re off to meet some hoods.”
Liam explained “We’re not going now, it’s later tonight. They said to meet them in a club.” He paused. “It’s one that has, as you might say, a very dubious reputation.”
“Ooh! Can I come?”
Declan chuckled. “Well, that was settled easily enough.”
The House of Blue light was on a quiet street near the old meatpacking district. A small, discreet blue sign only said ‘Blue Light.’
There was a pause after Liam pressed the button for the buzzer. “Somebody’s scrutinizing us on a screen.”
“They’ll have said that we’re coming.”
“They won’t have mentioned our own lovely lady, though.”
Declan smiled to Courtenay. “On account of you not having mentioned her to them.”
The door buzzed. Inside a formally dressed doorman waited in a low-lit, plush hallway leading to carpeted stairs. He tilted his head as he waved the group inside. At the top of the stairs, a stern lady hosted behind a small bar. She was what would have been known in the past as ‘handsome.’ Elegant, immaculate, and perfectly severe, she welcomed the trio with the offer of a drink.
Liam told her who they were there to see.
“The gentlemen you’re meeting with have taken over the VIP suite.”
“How many VIP suites do you have here?”
“How many would you like?”
She and Liam both had small indications of smiles. They seemed to have reached an understanding, and they both appeared to be pleased with it.
Along a hallway and up another flight of stairs, the VIP suite was heavily hung in dark blues. Thick velvets and brocade were trimmed with gold braids and tassels. The three men were all in charcoal suits. With them, four girls sprawled with dark eye-make up and elaborately mussed hair. All partly dressed in lingerie, variously disheveled. Two of the men and all four girls were draped over the plush couches.
A small glass-topped bar stood in one corner. Behind it, Hardmann introduced himself and the other two men, and he smiled a welcome.
On the nearest couch, Rock was enjoying a blowjob from a sturdy redhead and the pale, short-haired brunette. As Declan, Liam and Courtenay entered, the two girls looked up like feeding vampires, disturbed on a fresh kill.
Hardmann fixed drinks from behind the bar.
Rock looked up and said, “You brought your own bitch? Isn’t that like carrying a bucket of water with you to go swim in the ocean?” and he laughed.
“Ok,” Declan moved fast around Rock, yanked him up by his arm, hoisting it up over his back, holding his weight by his thumb. Courtenay gasped. She watched Declan and stood back, breathing hard.
With his free hand Declan shoved Rock’s neck down hard and twisted his ear. The two girls fell away, brushing their lips with the backs of their hands and scowling.
“Here’s the thing.” Declan said, pushing Rock’s neck harder until his face reddened. “You don’t say bad things about our princess. Ok?” Rock grunted as Declan shoved sharply. “Not to anyone else, not even to yourself, when you’re on your own on top of a mountain.”
He put more weight on Rock’s neck and pulled harder on his ear.
“Because I’ll hear about it and, when I do hear about it, I’ll break all the little bones in your hands and your feet, then I’ll smash your elbows and knees. I’ll take your kidneys out through your mouth and then I’ll kill you. And not in a nice way.”
Liam strode forward. He put a pinkie finger in Rock’s nostril and yanked. “Only, I’ll stop you dying so I can kill you more slowly and more painfully.”
Hardmann and Gunn laughed hard, but Gunn said, “Ok, I think you made your point, guys.”
Liam stood in front of him. Gunn’s hands raised, palms forward. “Okay, okay. Make your point some more. I’m just saying.”
Hardmann’s voice was low and slow. “Rock was a special ops Marine. So his manners can be rough-cut, okay? Cut him some slack.”
Declan leaned down to speak quietly in Rock’s ear. “Do we understand each other?”
Rock’s lips stretched back over his clenched teeth, but he managed a nod.
Declan let go and Rock stood up, smiling. “My bad, as they say somewhere.” He shook his huge shoulders to straighten his jacket. “No offense.” He put out a hand as he touched his ear with the other.
Declan shook his hand and smiled. “We’re good. I know you only did it to see what we’d do.”
Rock slapped his shoulder and said to Hardmann, “I like this guy. He’s a mean motherfucker.”
He and Liam shook hands.
“No offense to you especially, miss.” Rock was perfectly courteous to Courtenay.
Hardmann spoke to Liam. “We hear all kinds of things about you two.”
Liam flattened his chin, “Ah, you don’t want to go believing any of that gossip.”
“No.” Hardmann and “So. I understand you want general information about the party we discussed earlier.”
They wouldn’t be using names. Not in front of the girls. Liam understood and he nodded.
One of the two blondes stood close behind Hardmann and ran her hands over his body. His voice was level and even, showing that he was undisturbed. The front of his pants told another story.
Rock sat and massaged his thumb. The blonde and the brunette consoled him. Gunn was busy with the redhead sliding around on his lap.
Hardmann told them, “What I can say is that the party in question is ruthless. He has a very strong force of men around him at all times. They’re amazingly loyal and obedient. His enforcers are notoriously sadistic.”
Liam nodded.
“His interests, I’m sure you know they’re the usual rackets. Drugs, black trade, some gambling. Protection, of course. He runs his side of Alphabet City like a medieval lord, like he really does own it.”
Declan and Courtenay stood together at the bar. Rock was fingering the blonde. Courtenay watched her tremble. Her neck reddened and her breasts shook as her eyelids drooped and her mouth sagged open.
“What else did you want to know?” Hardmann asked Liam.
“Just as you said, I’m only looking for background and impressions.”
“I don’t know there’s a lot more I can tell you,” Hardmann watched Liam as he spoke, “Not without getting into specifics.” Liam shook his head once and lifted his hand. Hardmann said, “I can tell you something happened to his driver. I don’t know what but he had to hire a new one. His bodyguard is new, too, but like maybe a few months. He’s also Hammer’s chief captain, so that’s pretty unusual. The old families, they don’t normally risk having that much power in one henchman. Especially not a bodyguard.”
They stayed for a couple of drinks and Liam and Hardmann worked their ways around more general information about the deLunghi operation. Courtenay tried to keep her eyes off the G-men as they took turns on the girls.
They were very forceful. The girls seemed to appreciate that. They said, ‘Ooh, that’s fantastic,’ and ‘Oh, my god,’ and ‘oh, that’s huge,‘ quite a lot.
“Sure,” Declan told her on the way out, “But they’re being paid for their enjoyment. That could make them very demonstrative. Especially in expressing how much they just love everything that comes their way.”
Courtenay sat between Declan and Liam in a cab on the way back to the hotel. Declan said, “You had plenty of irrelevant questions for the boys there, Liam.”
Liam grinned, “Oh, I had a whole lot of other stuff ready for them, in the hopes that the real object of my inquiries was obscure. Or at least, I was hoping that it wouldn’t be too obvious.”
“Fair play to you. I thought you made a good job of it.” Declan held Courtenay’s waist. “It didn’t sound to me like your fellers there had too much love for deLunghi and his crew.”
“You’re right. Although, if they had a sense of what we’d been looking for, I don’t suppose their lack of affection would deter them from selling some information back.”
“If they thought they had some, I’m sure you’re right.”
Liam smiled. He moved in closer to Courtenay. “I came to an agreement with Hardmann. I offered him something that he wants as a bonus, additional to the payment.”
Declan nodded approval. “But still, what’s to stop him just taking both and still going to Hammer with whatever suspicion he might have?”
“There’s a time limit on the hit. It’s got a short shelf life and an eat-by date in about ten days.” Liam said, “I made certain Hardmann understood that the thing I promised him won’t deliver until after two weeks from now.”
“Ah, you’re a smart fellow, Liam.” Declan grinned.
Liam squeezed Courtenay, “We didn't think you'd want to partake in the shenanigans up there.”
"Oh, I could have been interested."
Declan laughed. ”You should have said something. We were taking our lead from you.”
Liam added, “Next time, speak up, if that’s what you want."
And Declan assured her. “Absolutely. All that we want is to make you happy."
She asked him, “Did you want to join in?”
“With those girls you mean?”
“Sure.”
“God, no.”
Liam added, “No. Of course not. We’ve got you.”
Declan held her close and looked in her eyes. “Absolutely. Why would we want anybody else?”
Liam said, “We’ve got a perfect diamond. Why would we want to mess with rhinestones?” He asked her, “If you had joined in to play, would you have wanted to play with the men or the girls or both?”
“Oh, the men.”
“And having the girls there, would that have made it better or less enticing?”
Courtenay thought for a moment. “Not sure.” She thought a moment, “Probably less.”
The two men smiled to each other as they nodded.
For our meeting, Gunner and Horst took a private room above a restaurant. Waiters had strict instructions about exactly when they were to enter and to stay out all of the rest of the time. On the way in, Declan said, “They’ve got a hotel room, we could have just met there. Or out in a park. What’s all this ‘private room’ nonsense?”
I said that I thought the German twins wanted to impress Liam and Declan, that they were probably just trying to make a good impression. “You don’t make it easy for them, after all,” I told them both as we walked up the wide, richly carpeted stairway.
Declan smiled. “She could have a good point, you know?”
And Liam said, “See? I knew it was worth us bringing our Champion Eater along.”
In a big room with just one round table, Gunner and Horst were waiting and they sprang to their feet as we came in. They were extra pleased to see me there.
“We weren’t expecting you,” Horst said. But there were five seats around the table so I knew that they were thinking that I might be there. And, from the looks on their faces, they were probably hoping that I would, too.
I sat between Liam and Declan. It was too far away from Horst and Gunner, but I did have a good view of them both. Waiters helped seat us and the two blond German boys ordered dips and some starters and asked what we’d all like to drink.
I had a glass of white wine and the boys all had craft beers.
When the waiters left, the two Germans were quiet a moment. Declan isn’t one to pussyfoot. “There’s a bit of an air in here. Are you two pissed about something?”
Gunner waited a while before he said, “It’s not so very professional, you know.”
“What?” When Liam spoke under his breath like that, it meant that he was pretty angry.
Horst put his hands out on the table, palms up, “To be so very late.”
Gunner frowned, “The time was clear.”
“And it was agreed,” Horst’s face wrinkled.
Liam spoke slowly and quietly. “We’re not corporate fucking clock watchers, and this isn’t the fucking army.” The two Germans were silent.
Declan’s voice was light, but I knew the look in his eye, “If you don’t like our timekeeping, if our professional standards don’t meet with your approval, we’ll be happy to pay you for our drinks and fuck off.”
Horst scowl looked more pained, “No. Please. Don’t be offended. I only meant, I thought that we were in this enterprise together.”
Gunner backed him up, “We thought that we were all going to be working as a team,” Horst and Gunner’s eyes flicked to me and quickly away again as he said that. Was that because they were hoping I would be part of that ‘team,’ and they weren’t ready to say so openly?
Liam had the lighthearted, jokey tone that can lead pretty much anywhere. “Well, I don’t know what made you think that,” I watched Horst and Gunner to see if they seemed to be aware how very fast Liam’s mood could turn. Especially when he had that light, uncommitted voice. I couldn’t read them.
Declan was talking. “I guess we got the same instructions as you did. Or at least broadly the same.”
Liam sounded reasonable as he watched the men on the far side of the table, “I don’t suppose you’d like to share your instructions so we could compare them with ours.”
Gunner flinched as he said, “Our instructions are highly confidential.”
“Oh,” Declan laughed, “Highly confidential, are they?” He looked at Liam, “Because ours are just confidential. Plain old ordinary confidential. Vanilla confidential.”
Liam’s eyes were hooded, “But that means we don’t share them.”
Declan said, “At all.”
Liam leaned back, speaking to Declan, “So, what would you think highly confidential meant?”
Declan thought a moment, “I’d guess it would mean that we still wouldn’t tell anyone, but we better kill them anyway, in case they guessed.”
Liam looked from Gunner to Horst. “So that means you should be pretty fucking glad.”
Neither of them wanted to speak. Declan said, “Because we never, ever take any notice of instructions.”
The beginning of a smile lit Liam’s face. “We never got good marks for doing what we’re told.”
I felt a little sorry for Horst and Gunner. Just then Declan looked at me and then to Liam. “Do you think we should ask our lovely Miss Dairy Queen here to blow the German boys under the table?”
“Do you think she would?”
“I fucking know she wants to.”
“How the fuck do you know that?”
“Well, it’s easy to tell if you put your hand up her skirt and in her pussy.”
“Have you had your hand in our little Miss Soda Fountain this whole time?”
He had. I blushed.
Liam looked at me. “Well?”
Well, it was true. The two Germans had been on my mind some. They were big and broad, strong in a military kind of a way and disciplined. That gave me a shiver. Their eyes were dreamy, like they were half bad and half good, and you could see both at the same time. And their asses were insanely bite-able.
I looked at Declan, then back at Liam. I knew they wouldn’t mind, or at least, they’d agree and they’d let me do it. They were such gentlemen, there was nothing they would ever refuse me.
This was their business meeting, though. And they hadn’t yet decided how it was going to wind up. I thought about it carefully. Now that the idea was out there, out in the room – Gunner and Horst had moved in their chairs enough times that I was pretty certain I knew their feelings on the matter. And the thought of two long, hot, German sausages got my juices surging and churning.
Men don’t always know how they’re going to feel about a thing until it happens, though. I could get up, walk around the room, Gunner and Horst would straighten up to watch me. I imagined both of them fighting to keep their eyes on mine as I strutted slowly around the table. Trying to stop their stares from sliding all over the slash down the front of my soft dress, over the way it hugs my ass. And my thighs.
Then I’d stand behind their chairs. Look into Declan’s and Liam’s eyes. While my hands slipped down the German’s chests. Crook my finger to lift their chins. Stand too close while they looked up. Stand near. With my feet apart. Feel their hot breath fan the tops of my thighs. And my pussy.
Watch Declan and Liam as I ran my hands down the two men’s shirts. Slipped them inside their pants. Pop out their cocks. Would they be as hard as they looked, or as long? Would they be identical?
Oh, and then. Mmm. Then there would be a lot of filthy thrills. But all I really cared about was Declan and Liam. Those boys meant everything to me.
I wouldn’t do anything unless I knew they were going to be okay with it. Was this going to be that time?
Looking from Horst to Gunner and back, I said. “Maybe. Once. But not now.”
As soon as I’d said it, I felt how it was from Declan and Liam. I’d show the Germans that I would make my own decision, and that I belonged absolutely to Liam and Declan. I was theirs. We were together.
Thinking that, a surge ran though me.
Gunner was obviously embarrassed and he changed the subject. “It’s pretty good news about Horst getting the driver’s job, no?”
Liam asked Horst, “When do you start?”
“Day after tomorrow.”
“And this conference, summit thing in Germany, it starts on the weekend?”
“That’s right.”
“Are you sure he’s going to take you?”
Horst smiled and his eyebrow dipped at the same time. “But I’m his driver. He will want to have a driver, surely.”
Declan spoke up, “Maybe, but he might not be so keen to take one he’s known for only a few days.”
From the faces of the two Germans, it was something they obviously hadn’t considered.
“Then we would just have to make a different plan,” Gunner said, although he didn’t sound too confident. Liam spoke gently, like he was giving bad news to a child.
“It will have to be a plan that involves the two of you not being seen.” The Germans frowned.
Liam told them patiently, “If Hammer deLunghi has just hired you, then he leaves you behind while he takes a foreign trip, and then you’re seen there, he’s going to know right away that something sketchy is occurring. He’d be tipped right off and he’d know that some deeply nefarious dealing is taking place.”
Declan said, “And that means both of you. Obviously.”
“Why obviously? Oh, wait. No, that is obvious. I just forget sometimes.”
“Are you,” Declan started. Somehow I knew what he was going to ask.
We all wanted to know, but Gunner cut across him. “So that could be disastrous. If you’re right and he chooses to take someone else instead of Horst, that could make things very complicated.”
“Unless you two are masters of disguise,” Liam smiled, “Yes, it could.”
“Do you have a suggestion if that’s the case?”
“If it is? If I were in your shoes, and Hammer chooses not to take you, I’d take it as a sign that he’s on his guard.”
“And,” Declan offered, “That if he or any of his guys see either of you over there, you’ll have a hard time getting through that day without a trip to the hereafter.”
The Germans frowned. I wasn’t sure if they understood what Declan said, but I kept quiet. I wanted to stay out of the conversation, at least at the beginning. Give all the men the opportunity to sound each other out and size each other up.
I felt Declan tense up, seeing how the Germans hadn’t thought that possibility through. Liam said then, “Have you given a lot of thought to possible methods? Means and methods of completing the delivery?”
Delivery.
“Since you were so scathing about the three-point sniper idea,” Gunner lifted his chin, “We considered a hijacking.”
“Listen,” Declan cut in, “Anything that involves driving or the car at all, if you take my advice you should leave it right out.”
Horst looked pained. “Why?”
“Because you’re the new boy. If you take the boss into any situation that he doesn’t come out of, you’re the suspect.”
“But we are very good at evading the German police…”
Liam lifted his fingers from the table, “It isn’t the police you want to be worrying about.”
“Don’t you think that the operation has been contracted by one of his colleagues?”
“Quite possibly. And if it was, then they’ll be doubly keen to make sure there’s nobody around to tell the tale.”
“No,” Declan said, “If anything, you being his driver could be more of a problem for you than an asset.”
“Whose idea was that, by the way? You getting the driver’s job?” Liam asked quietly.
Horst’s voice was low and even. “It was presented to us. It was an opportunity.”
Liam nodded. “You’re being set up, my friends.”
“Maybe,” Gunner said, “Maybe this is why the job needs four of us.”
“Two teams.” Horst offered.
“Double teaming?” Declan said with an evil grin.
“Won’t you even think about it?” Gunner asked.
I asked him, “Why don’t you just let this one go? Take a pass and wait for the next thing.”
The slow breath that Declan took and the wrinkle on Liam’s lips told me, I’d asked the right question. It made me squirm to think I could be useful to them like this. I also sensed that they knew the answer. Horst and Gunner looked at each other and the looks on their faces were pained.
“Okay.” Declan said, “I’ll make it easy for you. You weren’t given a choice, right?”
The Germans’ fingers spread on the table. Long, strong fingers, I couldn’t help noticing.
Liam suggested, “You were told to take this job if you wanted any more work from that source. Would that be about the size of it?”
The blond men nodded slowly.
Declan and Liam had established themselves as completely dominant over these massive German men. And I had given them the opening to do it. I had opened the door. They would have done it without me, I know, and easily. But it felt wonderful and thrilling to play an active part. To help them show and wield power over the two German killers.
Declan spoke slowly, “If you want my view, you boys have got plenty of skills for the delivery. Where you’re lacking is in the planning.”
“To be fair,” Liam said, “It doesn’t look like you’ve done a lot of research here.”
Gunner and Horst were quiet.
Declan’s voice was soft. “There’s three stages you have to get right. There’s the plan. You learn about your target. Really get to know them so you know where they’ll be and how they’re going to act. After that there’s the transaction itself.”
Liam chipped in, “That’s where I’m sure you two are strong. But it’s only one part of the game.”
Declan opened his hands. “Then there’s the exit phase. If you haven’t got both of the first two parts right, that’s where you’ll come unstuck.”
“Something unpredictable will happen.” Liam said.
Declan nodded. “Always does. It’s the only thing you can predict with any certainty. The exit phase is where you’ll pay if you didn’t get to know your target.”
“Three parts.” Liam said. “Fumble any one of them and you’re fucked in the ass before you start.”
There was enough tension in the air to taste it. I wanted to fuck Liam and Declan right then. And both of the Germans, too. I was so excited I could hardly sit still.
Liam stood. Strong and magnificent. “We’ll be in touch, boys.”
As he rose, Declan said, “Thanks for the drinks. Don’t do anything stupid or hasty now.”
It took me some effort to stand, but I did it and I managed not to show the trembling that shook my insides.