::  Mistress Sarah ::

Warning: There is a tiny bit of slash here so don’t read if such things offend.   
Special Thanks: To the lovely and talented Laden for a wonderful beta.

8-June
Pigalle District
Paris, France
2200 Hours

The three in the back seat of the limousine had known each other for several years – longer it seemed than really possible. The two men, once at best leery of the other’s motive, at worst downright hostile towards each other, had become better friends than either wanted to admit. The woman, truth be told, had dreamed about both men but not in any desperate way. Not in the way she used to dream about her partner. Her partner who was even now cuddling with his latest blond bimbo, refusing to take part in the current mission. ‘Mac, I can’t believe the Admiral is falling for this scheme of Webb’s. No way am I playing submissive to your dominatrix, let Webb do it.’

"You okay?"

"I’m fine, Webb. Just anxious to get there."

"Oh really? You looking forward to this little act, Colonel?"

«Well, if Gunny looks uncomfortable, Webb looks a little too into the role. I wonder if I’ll get a chance to wipe that smirk off his face. I’m the Dom in this group, Mister. Oh lord, I can’t believe I’m doing this. I can’t believe that the Admiral agreed to this. I know we want Crenshaw but I can’t believe we couldn’t have found another way.» "I’m ready to do my job – Slave."

"Ooooo. Are you going to punish me in front of everyone, Mistress Sarah?"

"Could you two knock it off?" Gunny’s voice cracked and he pulled at the collar around his neck, activating the tiny microphone and camera there. "Testing, testing?"

"We read you loud and clear, Gunny. Everything okay?" AJ’s voice could be heard in each of their ears. The tiny earpieces were almost invisible.

"Everything is fine, sir. Mr. Webb and Colonel MacKenzie are just setting the boundaries."

"Boundaries, my ass. Webb, Mac’s in charge. This is officially a Navy Op. That’s the only way I agreed to this."

Webb sighed and activated the tiny mic and camera in his collar. Solid gold with a thin chain hanging down, it was state of the art but more importantly, their ticket into Club Abaddon. "Just so we get the traitorous son-of-a-bitch, AJ, I don’t care who’s in charge. Hell, send Rabb if you think he can do a better job." «Now why the hell is she giving me that look? I would’ve figured she would have preferred her boyfriend to me on this mission. What the hell is going on? I wonder if Victor knows? Maybe the two slaves can have a heart to heart in the men’s room. Doubt it. Probably bugged. I just hope that the detector in the collar works as planned.» "By the way, why isn’t the Commander here with us now?"

Galindez shot him a look that told him the former Gunnery Sergeant knew exactly why Rabb wasn’t here. And something more definable was on Mac’s face too. «Hurt? Anger? At who? What the hell have I done now? I’ve only been back from Surinam for three weeks. This is the first I’ve seen any of them in nearly a year. Nobody tells me anything anymore. Damn it, Victor, we’ve been partners now since you graduated from the Farm. You couldn’t have told me? Of course catching Crenshaw is the important thing. We’ll handle it and then figure out what the Ambassador wants. It’s nice having a partner again. Particularly one I can trust. Why is Mac looking so pissed?» "Is there something I need to know here folks?"

Mac shot him a tired smile. "Let’s just leave it at the Commander couldn’t see himself in the role."

"What? He didn’t want to play your slave for the night?" Webb couldn’t help but glance over at Galindez. "You have a problem with playing Mistress Sarah’s slave, Victor?"

«Nobody does annoying quite as well as you do, partner. Partner. If someone had told me that in Afghanistan I would have laughed in his face. But Webb isn’t a bad guy. Takes some getting used to, but he’s okay.» After his quick stint at the Agency’s Farm, the former Gunnery Sergeant had been assigned to work with Webb in South America and he had come to respect the man’s ability and resilience. "I do what I’m told."

"See, mistress, two slaves at your beck and call. Who needs Rabb?"

«Keep it up, Webb. Oh hell. Crenshaw’s a traitor and bringing him in will help Webb regain some of his prestige at the Agency. Prestige that we cost him. I wonder if he and Victor are getting along. I bet they watch out for each other. Who would’ve thought Victor Galindez would have joined the CIA. He’s not an enlisted man anymore. My, my. Oh stop it right now. Do the job, get Crenshaw and go home. Try and forget what a mess your life is in. I wonder if Rabb is with her tonight? Do I care? Really? Shit, now is not the time!» "Hold that thought, boys. My beck and call." She pitched her voice low and sultry and she saw the desire flicker behind Webb’s eyes. Victor’s grew round in shock but she thought she saw something there. «Is that for me or just for the situation? Are you into this kind of kink? I’ve heard they make a great team. I wonder what kind of team you two would make with me? Oh good, MacKenzie. You’re dressed like a slut so let’s start thinking like one. How professional is that? Me? A dominatrix with two slaves?» She couldn’t keep her lips from quirking up.

Webb leaned forward, "You like the idea don’t you, mistress?" He turned and cocked an eye at the man who had kept him sober and alive in South America. Victor Galindez had turned into a real friend. Webb had even told him about Sophia in Guatemala; something he had never done with anyone. «He wants her. Maybe almost as much as I do. This could be very interesting.»

"Webb, you want to remember that you have an audience?" AJ’s voice in the earpiece evoked that moment in Russia when he broke the spy’s nose for him.

"Just making sure she’s in the right frame of mind, AJ. This is a very intuitive crowd. Not only do Galindez and I have to play our roles to the hilt; so does Mac. She can’t be affected by what she sees tonight. She has to be unmoved. Bored almost, willing to make the offer. If we don’t get Crenshaw out into the open, we can’t take him. The French aren’t being real cooperative even now and we can’t afford a scene."

Before AJ could respond, Mac leaned forward, reached out and fingered the tiny chain resting on the tight spandex tee shirt that covered and outlined Webb’s chest. «Why am I surprised at how nice his chest is?» Tugging it until their lips were inches apart, she purred, "You would be surprised at what I’m capable of Mr. Webb." Leaning forward she let her lips brush across his. "This is my show, you are the bait." She turned her eyes away from him to nail Galindez with her stare. "Rather nice bait but I’m the mistress and trust me on this – slaves – you don’t want to face my wrath."

The only sound in the car was suddenly labored breathing from both men and AJ’s low throaty chuckle in their ears.

"We’re here. Showtime folks." Webb waited for the chauffeur to open the door, then stepped out into the warm June air. «Paris in springtime and I’m on assignment. With Sarah MacKenzie and Victor Galindez. I really need to figure out what’s up with her and the jet jockey. Come on Victor, you think I like this damn outfit any better than you like yours? I sure am glad you got me to start working out down in South America. I got rid of those love handles I’d picked up in Afghanistan and Russia. You really are a great partner.» He caught his reflection in the tinted window. «Not bad. Not bad at all.»

Both men reached in and helped Sarah from the back of the limo then stood, heads bowed, as she assessed the surroundings. "Jesus, what a dumpy area of town. But then I guess bondage clubs aren’t on the Champs-Elysées. What is this place, an old warehouse?"

"Slaughter house, Mistress," Webb said, never taking his eyes from the ground.

Mac looked at him, then at Gunny. «You know, I can’t imagine two better men to have with me on this. Harm would be such a baby. And the Admiral? Well he’s our final backup. Besides, who would ever think that AJ Chegwidden was anyone’s sub?»

"Get the door, Victor," she said.

"Yes, Mistress."

The walls were covered with pictures of slabs of meat. "Quaint." Mac let a sneer settle on her face.

"May I help Madame?" A little man, with thinning hair stood between her and the doorway leading into the main club.

"Yes. I’m visiting from America and a friend told me to check out the Club Abaddon. This is Abaddon is it not?"

"Does your friend have a name?"

"Of course, Mildred Rogers."

"Ah, and how is Miss Rogers?"

"How the devil should I know, it’s a damn codeword." She kept her voice cold and her smile icy.

"Very good Madame. You understand we have to be very careful. The city police are always trying to crack down."

"Yes, yes. Fine. Are we permitted inside or not?"

"Of course, Madame." The little man licked his lips and then whispered, "Since Madame has not been here before, might I have a name to announce?"

"No. If anyone is interested, they may come to me. I’m just shopping tonight."

"Very good, Madame." The little man’s eyes lit up. "I will inform Madam Dupree."

"You do that. Come along, boys." She tugged at the gold chains.

They walked into the vast room. "Oh my god," Mac whispered but then mentally shook herself. "How very over done," she said a little louder.

Meat hooks hung from the ceiling. Off in one corner she could see a group standing around a man who looked like they were preparing to pierce and raise him off the ground by the hooks. Webb had given her a rundown of the club’s more extreme activities. "It’s just the draw. Mostly the people are into the more typical BDSM scene. Hopefully, you can pull it off and make contact with Dupree, make the trade for Crenshaw, get out and AJ gets me out of there with my virginity in tact."

«God this better work. Of course, that’s why the Admiral insisted that I be…oh lord.» They stood there while a woman was stripped and lashed to a platform in the center of the room. After having her nipples clamped and a large dildo inserted inside her, a large man wearing only a tiny thong barely containing his enormous cock, stepped up behind the blond and began to beat her with a cat o’ nine tails.

"Helene always comes so quickly, I can’t image why Charles bothers." Mac turned to the woman who spoke. Tall, almost emaciated, her outfit was quite revealing, her pierced nipples were evident through the sheer material. At Mac’s cold stare she continued, "Marie Dupree. I am in charge of acquisitions and trades. And you are?"

"Sarah."

"Such a sweet name."

"Indeed."

"Come, I will find you a better vantage point from which to watch all the activities. I understand that you are new to Paris?"

"To Club Abaddon, but not to the Paris scene. I understand you offer a special service."

Mac saw several men eying not her, but the two men at her side. The Club Abaddon was a notorious meat market in the Paris bondage scene. Many people coming here brought slaves they were no longer interested in to sell or to trade for someone else. She tugged on the chains and led her ‘boys’ deeper into the club.

"Sit here," Dupree said. The chair was wide and leather covered. Near the wall and slightly raised off the main floor, it allowed her an unfettered view of the proceedings around her. "Would you care for something to drink?"

"Yes. Clayton, go to the bar and get what I like."

"Yes, mistress."

She settled into the deep chair. As he had been instructed, Gunny was a little slow and she had to tug on his collar to remind him to kneel before her.

"Is this why you are getting rid of him?" Dupree purred. "Has he become complacent like our dear little Helene? Every night Charles brings her in, beats her until she comes, fucks her ass then allows anyone in the room to use her. She adores it."

Mac ran her finger down Victor’s cheek. "Victor is a bit overwhelmed. I just bought him recently. He has much to learn, don’t you my sweet?"

"Yes, mistress." «Oh man. This is too much. I thought I had seen a lot but this is definitely too much. I can’t believe this is turning me on. I would never let anyone do that to me. Shit, that’s gotta hurt. Look at those women! My god, right out here in front of everyone, licking and sucking…Jesus that’s a huge cock. Oh man, I don’t know if I can do this.» He was glad of the chance to face away from Dupree. He tried to focus his eyes on Mac but that wasn’t a good idea either. «She looks so sexy in that outfit and that shirt does squat to cover her breasts. Dear lord are those her nipples peaking through the mesh? She’s turned on by this! I can smell her. Down boy! This is COLONEL Sarah MacKenzie we’re talking about here. You respect her. She’s a good lady. Damn, she is so hot.»

"Mistress, I hope it didn’t take too long?" Webb stood there staring at the floor, holding out a glass of clear bubbly liquid.

"Sit here beside me, boy." Mac sipped the tonic water and lime. "You have pleased me."

Webb let a stupid grin light up his face and settled down on the floor next to the chair. «Poor Victor is blushing like a school girl. I told him to visit those sites and get a feel for what to expect. Well, buddy, you pulled my fat from the fire in South America, I hope to get you out of this with your dignity mostly intact. Yeah right! Look at the bulge in his pants. He’s really enjoying himself. Oh jeez, he’s looking right at me. He can see my hard-on too. Damn, this is worse than I thought it would be.»

"Well if this one is new and you don’t want to give him up, I take it that your favorite is for sale?" Dupree reached out and took Webb’s chin in her hand. "Soft. Does he like the whip?"

"Actually, that’s one of the reasons why I’m considering trading him. He’s a good slave. Too good. He does everything I ask, no matter how degrading. He loves it. Don’t you my pet?" She ran her fingers through his hair, jerking him away from Dupree.

"I will do anything my mistress wants of me. Please don’t sell me, Mistress," he whimpered.

"You see. I’ve grown too fond of him." Mac pulled his head back, she knew it hurt, but she could see the resolve in his eyes. «You’re really enjoying this aren’t you, Clayton?» She lowered her lips and let them lightly caress his before pushing him away. "I’m no good for him anymore. He knows that I can’t take him to the next level. He will grow to hate me. He needs someone who will treat him even rougher than I do." She hoped her sigh was bored enough. "I want someone wilder; more willing to fight me. Someone I can break. But someone pleasing to the eye." She ran her hand over Webb’s chest then Galindez’s torso. I have my weaknesses." Her smile told Dupree that her fondness for the male physique was the only weakness she ever showed.

"I will give you $10,000 for him outright," Dupree said.

"Stay calm, Mac." AJ’s voice soothed her. "Don’t forget to tell her you have to have two of them."

"And then what am I to do? No, I’m used to having two men pleasure me. And I don’t want anyone like that pathetic piece there." She nodded to a very young man tied over a horse. He was being used by any man who wanted him. His crying was quite loud and it didn’t appear that he was enjoying it at all. "What’s the matter with him? He isn’t even hard. Is he here of his own free will?" She snapped. She was trying hard to keep her pity for the boy at bay. «What if he was being held against his will? Are we watching rape? Oh boy, Harm would have a fit.»

"Of course. We will sometimes try and convince a particularly likely man or woman that they have latent tendencies toward the life, but never to this extent. Really, I have no idea who the man is. Do you care?" Dupree’s eyes narrowed and her voice was suddenly very cold.

"I only care if he’s a runaway and someone comes looking for him while we are here."

"Mac, is everything okay?" AJ whispered in her ear.

Mac almost forgot the code word that signaled everything was fine. "Frankly, I don’t want the trouble."

«Hang in there, Sarah. It’s all part of the scene. Oh listen to you. One previous mission in this kind of place and hours on the Internet and you’re an expert. She’s doing a good job. I’m really proud of the way she’s pulling this off. I wish she would take her fingers out of my hair though. It feels so good. Victor looks like he is about to lose it. Hang in there. I’m the bait, buddy.»

"Well, if you are quite sure that a trade must be part of the process, perhaps I can find a suitable candidate. But my offer stands. He is good in bed?"

"Both of them are good in bed. That’s why I’m so loathe to lose him. He has a most talented tongue, don’t you, boy?"

"Thank you, mistress." «Well, here goes. I’m going to regret this, but damn I would love to show you just how talented. You keep stroking my hair like that. Shit. You could be stroking something else. Oh damn what are you doing? Don’t do that! Oh shit. You smell good. Your skin is so soft. Damn you, Mac.»

Mac pulled her eyes away from the enormous bulge in Victor’s pants to rest her eyes on Dupree. She really hoped to hell that Webb wouldn’t go too far. «Oh shit he has that camera in his collar. What are the guys back at the van seeing? Oh good job. Give them a show! Oooooo. Damn that feels nice.»

His hair caressed her thigh as his lips and tongue caressed the skin just above her knee. If she was really as decadent as the rest of the people here she should let him go higher. In fact he was trying to go higher. «Oh man. He’s really getting into this. Oh that feels so good. Bored. I have to be bored by this. How could anyone get bored by this and oh God, having Victor watch is just making it better – NO WORSE. IT’S WORSE. I have to keep my breathing steady. I can’t let them know how close I am.»

"Please mistress." Just like he had communicated to her with one nod in the Al-Quada prison camp, now he told her what she should do with just a look in his eyes and a whine in his voice.

"Naughty boy. I’ve told you about begging in public. Go kneel next to Victor. Victor dear come here."

"I said come here!" She shook her head at Dupree. "You understand now? One who can’t wait to please me, the other always in need of punishment."

"You will whip him?"

"Of course."

"Philippe! Arrange the horse for Mistress Sarah! She has a slave in need of discipline."

Mac kept the horror from her eyes and drew on her wealth of anger. "Philippe! Don’t bother." She stood. "Come, slaves."

"What is the problem?" Dupree demanded. "Or, are you a poseur?"

"Clayton?"

"Yes Mistress?"

"Remove your shirt." Slowly, Webb pulled the spandex over his head. "Turn around!" «Damn the boys from the Agency really did a good job on that. Of course, what the hell do I know from scars and welts? It sure looks like he’s been beaten regularly for a long time. Some are faded; some look like I beat him just before we came over here.»

"I play the life, no one plays me." She ran her finger down his back. «The makeup boys said it could withstand a lot. It feels almost like skin.» He shivered under her touch and she longed to reach out and soothe the non-existent pain. Turning him around she kissed him softly. "Do they hurt, Slave?"

"No mistress."

"Victor, now you."

"As you can see, Victor is very new to the life, most of his scars are very raw." She bestowed a kiss to his back right over a flogging mark. Turning him around she ran her finger over the leather pants straining against his cock. "But he likes it a lot, don’t you, baby?"

"Y-y-esssssss, Mistress." «She touched me! She just touched my cock! She’s playing a part and you’re acting like a raw recruit. Damn it feels good.»

"You take great care with them. I am surprised that you want to sell him." Dupree interrupted their revelries.

"As I said, it’s for his own good, no Victor, leave it off." Mac pulled the shirt from Victor’s hand and tossed it on the floor beside her.

"Sorry, Mistress," Galindez whispered. He felt a sudden shame for displeasing her. «Jesus, is this how it starts? I’m going to come in my pants. I’ll embarrass us all and the Admiral will hear it. What the hell is Webb thinking? What was that look on Mac’s face?»

"I enjoy training them, but once that thrill is gone, I become bored. Now, if we’re going to do business, then let’s get to it."

Three hours later, Mac was about ready to call it quits. Dupree had paraded a variety of naked men past her. Short men, tall men, broad men and skinny men, some of them had long wavy hair others had short cropped buzz cuts. Their cocks were as varied as their owners. The very atmosphere was beginning to get to her. She was horny and yet none of the men did anything for her. No, Webb’s head on one thigh and Victor’s on the other was playing havoc with her senses. Both men had been stroking her calves and kissing her thighs and she knew they could smell her. She was just glad that AJ couldn’t see her face. «What would he think of me? Would he be turned on? Oh good. Go there. Let’s just plan an orgy while you’re at it. Let’s see, who else is in that surveillance van? Sturgis, the attaché from the embassy, who else? Oh we could have a fun time tonight. Man, at least my wet dreams will be interesting.»

"Well you have seen almost every available slave we have to offer, except one. He is new to our midst, newer than your slave. He isn’t quite sure he wants to be in the life. But he won’t cry. He may fight you though."

"Is he stupid enough to strike me?"

"Perhaps. But once he’s been subdued he is quite the stallion. Even without a cock ring he can last for nearly an hour."

"I do like a challenge. But, is he pleasing?"

"Quite pleasing. Well muscled, his hair is blond." Dupree looked from Galindez to Webb. "Of course you may dye his head and shave everything else clean." Dupree turned and walked through a door in back.

Mac fingered the hair of both men, lifting them until they could see her eyes. «Please stop it you two. Can’t you see what you are doing to me? Can’t you see how turned on I am?»

"This better be it." Galindez whispered. "I’m getting really sleepy."

"Yeah, right." Webb snorted. "Ouch." He glared at Mac but saw the desire and fear in her eyes. "It’ll be okay," he whispered to both of them.

They all looked toward the curtain leading to the back of the building. Dupree stood there for a moment and then stepped into the main room. Crenshaw followed, two men held him by his arms. He was in a bondage vest, and while he wore leather cuffs on his wrists, they weren’t secured to the belt. His cock was chained and very erect. A weight of some kind hung from his scrotum.

"Oh this is much better." Mac purred the recognition code. "Turn him around. I like that he is ready to be chained. Bring him here. Kneel, Slave."

Crenshaw struggled even as he gave her a lascivious smile. He shrugged off both his guards, but didn’t kneel. He looked from Webb to Galindez and licked his lips. Then he looked Mac right in the eye. "Hey baby, you think you can train me?"

"Oh I can train you, Slave," Mac snapped. "I just don’t know if you’re worth it."

"Yeah, well can you train this?" He thrust out his cock towards her face. She forced herself to sit perfectly still. She almost expected Galindez to jump to her defense, however, it was Webb’s hand that shot out and grabbed Crenshaw, not by the neck but by the offending cock. Crenshaw didn’t like it either, as Webb crushed the chain into the delicate skin covering his penis. "Hey! Don’t! Ouch! You son-of-a-bitch!" He started to swing at Webb, but Galindez grabbed his fist and pushed him to the floor. The two men shared a brief glance before standing at guard on either side of Mac.

"Well, you have trained them very well indeed, Mistress Sarah," Dupree said.

"When I travel, they also act as my bodyguards. I’m not sure that this one is fit for any capacity except as fodder for the masses here. You asked me why I kept my pets to myself. Why is this one not even remotely trained?"

Dupree sighed. "I almost didn’t offer him to you. He is a strange one. I have kicked him out twice. But he always comes back for more. He loves it here. He loves having the men use him. Frankly, I don’t think he likes women very much, but he does love it when I beat him."

«Crenshaw you are one sick mother and that’s the truth.» Three people shared the same thought.

Mac studied the man for a long time. There was little doubt what she had to do, but she found that she didn’t want to leave Clay even though the plan was already set in motion. "Clothe him, but no underwear, something coarse, something punishing."

Dupree studied her for a long time before asking, "The deal?"

"My most precious pet." Mac ran her hand over Webb’s thigh. "Plus $10,000."

"That was an offer for outright ownership without a trade."

Mac stood. "Plus, you have my word that once he is properly trained, I will return the unruly one to you. I’m not sure if his prodigious powers in bed will be worth the cost of the whips I will need to invest in." She glared down at Dupree. "Take it or we leave here now."

"Easy, Sarah. We want him," Sturgis Turner breathed in her ear.

«The Admiral must be on his way.» But still Sarah waited. «Hell, you think only submariners and fighter pilots play chicken?»

"Very well. Simon!" Dupree snapped her fingers and a large man ran over. "Clothe him and return with him and $10,000."

When they returned, Mac looked at Victor. "Put on your shirt and take the money. I want my new slave fully chained. I want him to understand from the very first who’s in charge."

"Yes, Mistress." Victor turned toward the door and even though he had expected to see the Admiral there he still had to swallow his shock. «Holy cow, would you look at him. Dear lord, the man could have anyone in the room he wanted. I can’t believe I just thought that about my former CO.»

"Victor, go signal the driver," Mac snapped petulantly. «Oh man, I know why he stopped. Damn, sir, I will definitely add you to the wet dream mix. You look damn fine in black.»

"Yes, Mistress." Galindez eyed Crenshaw warily. Even chained, he wasn’t sure it was going to work.

"Madame Dupree?" AJ demanded.

"And you are?" Dupree practically purred her reply.

"Donavan. I called yesterday?" His eyes raked over Webb’s half naked body. "You have what I requested?"

Mac longed to stay and watch the show. She wanted to back them up. It was still dangerous, this game they played. Once outside she purposefully pushed Crenshaw toward the waiting limo. Victor reached out and opened the door.

"What’s the matter sweetheart, you can’t wait to get me home? You think you’re a match for me? You can beat me all you want but I get a piece of him." Crenshaw smirked at Galindez.

"We’ll see." Mac pushed him toward the open door.

"Hey! What the hell is this?" Crenshaw tried to back away from the open door but Victor was right behind him and pushed him into the arms of the waiting Marines. "Let me go!"

Mac stuck her head inside. "Sergeant, get him to the airport."

"Ma’am? Aren’t you coming with us?"

"Mac!" Sturgis demanded in her ear. Victor just stood there and waited to see what she was going to do.

"Sturgis, I’m not leaving them in there with no back up."

"Mac, the plan was for the Admiral to buy him and leave. They don’t need back up."

"Commander Turner, that’s my partner in there." Victor gave Mac a steadying smile. "The Marines have Crenshaw and they will get him to the airport. We’ll just wait to see if we are needed."

"Fine. But understand this, the Admiral has heard everything you’ve said, so just don’t get pissed at me if he busts both of your chops."

"Won’t be the first time," Mac muttered. "Hey Sergeant, is there a jacket or something in there?

"Yes, ma’am." He handed out an overly large, ugly jacket.

"Thank you, now take off." She slammed the door. "Now, Sturgis, can you feed what you’re getting from Clay’s collar?"

AJ’s voice floated through their earpieces. "I finished early so I decided to come in check out the scene here. It’s rather tame isn’t it?"

"If you say so."

"Is this the boy?"

"Hardly a boy, Donovan. A man used to being used, aren’t you Slave?"

They didn’t hear a reply. Instead they heard the vicious slap. "I asked you a question, Slave."

"Yes, Mistress." The strained whisper hovered in their brains.

«She hit him in the face!» "I’m going back inside." Mac started for the door, but Victor reached out and took her arm.

She looked down at it and started to say something but the game was over now and the look of submission that he had barely managed throughout the night was gone. She no longer out ranked him and both of them knew it. "Just hang tight – Sarah." She gasped at his use of her first name, but nodded her agreement.

"Hey you two," Sturgis sighed in their ears. "You see the Mercedes in the middle of the street?"

"That’s the Admiral’s rental isn’t it?"

"Yes. The driver is a SEAL. He’ll back you up."

Dupree began talking again. "I cannot vouch for the slave’s talents. He’s quick and protected his former owner, so he’ll probably fit your requirement that he has experience in personal protection. As for the rest, his scars show he is no virgin to pain. We were lucky in finding a man with just the right talents in and out of the bedroom so quickly. You said you wanted someone with a docile nature and a talented tongue. His previous owner assures me, that he has both. However, I spent a great deal of money for him. $20,000 US."

"Lying bitch," Mac huffed.

"The deal was for $20,000 Mistress Marie."

"Well now you must bid for him. Even before you arrived I had several men approach me insisting that I buy him for the club. A great many men wish him to be on the center stage. You will allow this first? You of course may take the whip to him beforehand, but I can make a great deal of money to offset my time and trouble and you can still have him for $20,000."

"I’ll rip her heart out!"

"I don’t like sloppy seconds, Madame. Is he even worth the money?" AJ snapped.

"Well, would you like a private interview?" Dupree said.

"Where?"

"We have rooms, upstairs and just through here is the study. Many of our members enjoy fulfilling fantasies of beating someone over a large desk."

AJ looked down at the bowed head of Clayton Webb. «Not seeing Webb’s smirk is a fantasy come true. I don’t know if I can withstand the opportunity to beat his ass over a desk.»

"It will be private?"

"Of course."

He picked up and jerked Webb’s chain, leading him through the curtain. "Where does this lead?"

"To the back alley. Do not fear; you and your slave are safe here. No one will bother you. The door will remain unlocked until you are done."

AJ led Webb inside and immediately peered at the bug detection stud on the collar. It glowed a dull orange, almost unnoticeable if you weren’t looking for it. Obviously, from the resigned look on Webb’s face the spy had felt the faint vibration that was his personal signal to stay in character. "Well Slave, you think you can please me?"

«Oh you would love to throw me over that desk and beat me, wouldn’t you AJ? Not this time, Admiral.» "I don’t know, master. I’ve never been with a man before."

Knowing that whatever bugs were in the office were both audio and visual, AJ reached out and gripped Webb by his hair. "Do you want to please me? Or would you prefer that I throw you to the men out front? That way you could have plenty of experience before I got my hands on you."

"Please master, don’t."

"Would you fight them? Is that what you want?"

"No, please." «Nice girly screech there. Mac and Galindez are probably laughing their asses off right now and AJ is having way too much fun with this. Oh man, I will never live this down.»

Mac’s hiss interrupted them for a moment. "We’re in position out back, Admiral. Galindez and the SEAL are on either side of the back door. There was a guard there; they took him out. I don’t know if there’s a security camera, we didn’t see one."

AJ’s nod for the camera was also Webb’s signal. "I think that’s what you want. I think you will enjoy the attention of so many men."

"No! Leave me alone." Webb yelled.

AJ let him jerk away. Let him reach the door and open it. "Get back here, boy!" he finally bellowed loud enough for everyone to hear before he took off after Webb.

They ran down the corridor toward the back door. A man with a gun stepped out into Webb’s path but he quickly took him out. AJ jumped over the body. Suddenly they heard several shots behind the steel door and it burst open. Galindez and the SEAL, dressed in a chauffeur’s uniform, stood there, covering them.

"What’s going on?" Marie Dupree cried from somewhere behind them. "What the devil are you doing?"

Both doors of the limo were open; the engine was being gunned. The SEAL, Webb and Galindez tumbled into the back seat. By the time AJ was closing the door, the car was already moving. "Quick thinking, Colonel," he said once they were speeding down the street away from the Red Light district of Paris.

"It was Gunny, I mean Galindez who thought to shoot out the lock, sir." She smiled back at her partners who were just now untangling themselves from the SEAL.

"Yeah, Victor, you did it again. They would have caught us if I had to take the time to unlock the deadbolts," Webb said.

"No problem. I figure I still owe you for that mess in Piata."

"Oh, and I suppose you really wanted me to save you from her?" Webb bantered.

"Her?" Mac’s purr sounded nothing like a housecat, more like a very dangerous jungle creature. AJ looked at her strangely but said nothing.

"Hell yeah, I wanted to be saved. The woman was an octopus," Galindez laughed as he smoothed his hair. Finally, both of them realized who was listening in and they looked up at their driver. "Sorry, sir, ma’am, I guess you had to be there," Galindez said while Webb just snickered.

"You know Victor, seeing as I don’t outrank you anymore, you could call me Mac."

"Or Mistress," Webb murmured. At Victor’s glare he sighed. "Well, excuse me. But I happen to feel great. We got Crenshaw and I got out of there in one piece. I’m ready to celebrate and I’m buying."

"Well it’s about time." Galindez teased. Actually, if he remembered correctly, Webb seldom let him pick up a check. «Well, for the past year, it wasn’t like he had a lot to spend his money on. Me either, for that matter.»

"What about you, AJ?" Webb asked.

"I need to get to the airplane. I promised the SecNav I would get Crenshaw back as soon as possible. An official letter of thanks will be sent to the DCI – whoever it turns out to be now that Watts is out. The Navy officially thanks the CIA for its cooperation in this matter."

"Geeze! Victor, was he that pompous when you served under him?"

"Knock it off, Webb. You’re getting giddy here." Victor returned his attention to his former CO. "Thank you, sir."

"What about you two?" AJ said.

"The ambassador asked that Webb and I stop in and see him on Monday. Langley has already approved it."

"Yeah, we’re stuck in Paris with nothing to do. Say Sarah, why don’t you stay the weekend? We’ll show you around." Webb leaned over the seat, pushing his head between Mac and AJ. "Come on. Save two pathetic spies from a weekend of staring at each other."

"Hey. I can entertain myself, you know." Galindez huffed. He was afraid that Mac would say no. He was afraid that she might say yes.

Mac didn’t answer him but took a turn a little too sharply, driving Webb back into the passenger section of the limo. "Do you need to stop at the hotel, Admiral?"

AJ studied the woman beside him. «I don’t know what you’re thinking about Mac, but the fun will do you good. Stay away from your idiot partner for a bit. Maybe I can get him a TDY.» "No thank you. Turner made sure we were both packed. If you will, just get me to the airport. You know, Paris in June is beautiful. Even if these two start bugging you, I’m sure you can ditch them."

"Hey? Is there an extra shirt or something I can borrow? I’m getting cold here." Webb groused as he began picking at the fake scabs on his chest. "Hey Galindez, pull the one in back off. Easy, son!"

"Bitch, bitch, bitch." Galindez picked an edge free then pulled if off."

"Ouch. Sure am glad they convinced me to shave my chest for this."

"Tell me about it. You gonna return the favor?" Galindez hiked up his shirt and turned and let Webb pull the fake scars off his back even as he worked the few on his front free. "Jeez that stings." He happened to glance up toward the driver’s compartment and saw Mac studying them. «Oh man, that look. What is she planning? She can’t be.» "Well, Mac? Will you joining us for the weekend?"

"You two going to feed me?"

"Well there’s nothing back at the apartment, but if I can at least get a tee shirt or something I’ll be more than happy to suggest an after-hours bistro." Webb said as he rolled the ruined makeup into a ball.

"Webb, just to shut you up and to insure that Colonel MacKenzie gets fed, I will give you one of my undershirts. It’ll be a little big."

"Thanks, AJ. You’re too good to me," Webb sighed resignedly.

"Will you knock it off?" Galindez punched him in the arm.

The two Marines standing guard at the base of the steps saluted the Admiral as he and the SEAL climbed up to the waiting Learjet. "Crenshaw is secured inside, Admiral. There are two guards with him. We need to get the limo back to the embassy." After the Admiral was on board and the steps were rolled away they turned to the three. "Sirs, ma’am. Where can we drop you?

Webb gave them an address then settled in back with his partner and the object of both their desire. She sat rigidly between the two men, eyes straight ahead. «Food. Food is good, but I want more. Will they give me what I want? Or, will they think I’m a slut? Does it make me a slut? It’s not like I’m picking up two guys on the street, I really like both of them.»

After giving both Victor and Mac a long look, Webb reached up and took off the gold collar from around his neck. Turning on the overhead light he carefully broke off the tiny feeds, rendering the camera and microphone useless. Then, keeping his eyes on hers, he put it back to his neck and secured it.

She gasped in surprise but turned to find Galindez doing the same thing. "Turns you on, doesn’t it, Mistress?" Webb whispered.

"Well, Sarah?" Galindez growled low in his throat.

She was definitely having trouble breathing. In fact she was so busy telling herself to breathe in and out that she couldn’t think of anything.

"We’re here, folks," the Marine driver said.

They made an odd group. Victor was fairly intact with his tight leather pants and leather vest but it was a strange sight at 0300 hours in a small bistro on a Parisian side street. Webb in his tight black jeans and loose white tee shirt that billowed in the warm breeze looked completely out of place. Both men thought Mac looked adorable in the windbreaker that completely covered her skirt. "People probably think I’m naked under it."

"They wish," both men insisted.

Clay ordered for them and the two men sat in awe as she finished not only her own sandwich, but whatever they couldn’t eat fast enough. "The woman has a hollow leg," Victor said as she swiped another one of his frites.

"Hey, I worked up a healthy appetite controlling you two," she laughed and yanked on the chains hanging from their necks.

They sat back and drank their coffee. The two men regaled her with stories of South America, most of which she didn’t believe, but had her laughing so hard she finally made them stop. The little café was very busy for so late at night, but finally the lights inside were dimmed and the other patrons began to leave. "How far are we from the apartment?" Victor said as he scanned the street for a taxi.

"Two blocks." Clay helped Sarah to her feet.

"Outstanding."

The three strolled hand in hand till they arrived back at the 100-year old building. Webb pulled out his key and led them inside. Suddenly they were all rather shy with each other. Victor was decidedly nervous. «What are we doing? No. We had a nice evening after a tense but successful mission. We’ve shared this apartment for three days. Nothing is going to happen. Damn, I want something to happen. I want her, he does too.»

They waited for the ancient elevator to descend. Mac looked from one man to the other. «I’m going to lose them. We’re going to go upstairs and Victor will flee to his room. I know he wants me. I want him. But I want Clay too. I want them both.»

Clay opened gate to the ancient elevator and bowed her inside. "Mistress?"

She turned just inside the tiny little box. The apartment was on the fourth floor and the elevator was hideously slow. Usually they just took the stairs. The elevator would be a tight fit for the three of them. «Good.» Leaning out she picked up both their chains. "Come here, slaves."

Both men exchanged quick glances before allowing Sarah to pull them inside. Even standing as far apart as possible they still touched each other. Clay pulled the gate shut and Victor turned the crank lever to four.

"I do love men who can work together," she purred.

"Do you, Sarah?" Clay leaned in and nibbled at her neck. "Do you know how good you smell?"

"Do I? What do you think, Victor?"

Victor stood there for a moment staring at the two of them. «Can I do this? Smell good? Hell I can smell her from here. I could smell her on the street. I think I’d be able to smell her in a room with a dozen other people in it. Webb looks like he is having a good time. Shit. He’s working the zipper down on her windbreaker. Right here in the elevator! Shit, it’s almost dawn, who’s going to see?» He took the half step that brought him right up against her. Moving his partner’s hand away he took the zipper and pulled it down until the sides fell away and her incredible outfit was revealed to them again. Reaching up, he did the one thing that he’d wanted to do all night. "You smell incredible. You feel incredible," he whispered as his hands caressed her bare stomach, his thumbs brushing across her erect nipples.

«YES!» She lolled her head back until it rested on Webb’s shoulder. Her lips parted and this time it was no gentle brushing of skin. He claimed her mouth and plunged his tongue deep inside. Holding her shoulders, even as he kissed her he watched Victor move closer still to bury his face against her neck. The men couldn’t help but touch and the electricity that sparked between the three bodies was almost palpable.

"Please, so good," she moaned when Clay finally released her lips. His hands caressed down her arms until they came to her hips. Her bare thighs had teased him all night. Reaching further, he squeezed her ass cheeks. "Oh yes. Please don’t stop."

"You like this, Sarah? You want us? You want to command us in bed? Together?" His whispers orchestrated their movement. Their torturously slow passage was marked by the sounds of the elevator’s groans and the moans of its three occupants.

"I wanted to do this all night, Sarah." Victor was having a hard time breathing. «No thinking, just feel, smell, listen to her, to them.»

"I’m burning up, get this off of me." Mac tugged at the hideous jacket she had borrowed from the Marines in the limousine, she couldn’t imagine them wanting it back. Webb, bless him, immediately drew it down her arms, flinging it away before he resumed his attack on her neck. Now he could go lower, tracing the line of her spine until it met the skimpy top. He continued to grind against her ass. Now his hand was stroking the inside of her thighs. "Oh don’t stop. Don’t ever stop."

"You are so hot, Sarah. That’s Victor’s hand rubbing you too. Are you Marine enough to handle both of us?"

"Are you man enough to handle two Marines, Webb?" Victor growled just before he pulled down the spandex mesh top that had teased them all night. His lips captured one nipple while his free hand tormented the other.

"Oh God! So close, please." She cried as she felt one of their fingers push aside the thong she had worn and caress her folds. "Damn it!" She cried as the elevator came to a grinding halt.

"You ready for us, Sarah?" Webb’s voice was harsh with his passion. His cock, which sprung to life the moment she had pulled them into the elevator was as hard has it had been all night.

"Yes. Need you both."

Galindez barely managed to figure out how to get the gate open. He pulled her out into the hallway, her breasts still exposed to anyone coming out of the other two apartments on this floor. She practically collapsed in his arms.

"Please," she whimpered.

"Key!" Victor demanded as he picked her up in his arms.

"Right here!" Webb led them to the door and struggled with the lock momentarily. Then they were inside. "My room, it has the biggest bed." The large iron headboard brought back the visions of bondage and he groaned audibly as Victor laid Mac down in the center.

"Don’t go." Mac reached out to Victor as he pulled away.

"It’ll be better with these off, Sarah." He pulled his vest off. "No, don’t," he said when she started to pull her top off. "Let us do it…Mistress."

"Hurry." She looked past to where Webb stood at the doorway. Standing there, staring at her and Victor, licking his lips. "Clay?" Her sexy smile grew and as she regained some of her breath, she got back into her role. "Come here, boy. I want to watch you both strip." He started to walk to the other side of the bed but she shook her head. "No. Stand next to him I want to compare."

«Terrific.» But, he stood next to Victor and pulled AJ’s tee shirt off. Victor was already starting on his leather pants. But Mac’s growl stopped him.

"No. Let Clay do it."

"Wait a minute." Both men stopped and stared at her in abject horror.

She cocked an eyebrow, jiggled her naked breasts as she crawled to the edge of the bed and purred, "Do it, Slave. Then Victor will undress you. If you please me, then I will let you touch me."

"Uhm…Sarah?" Victor licked his lips but then gasped when Webb reached out and began to unbutton his fly. "Webb!" he hissed.

Clay gave Galindez his best smirk. "What was that crack in the elevator, buddy? Something about me being man enough for two Marines."

Keeping his eyes locked on hers, Webb slowly lowered the leather over Galindez’s hips. They were extremely tight and they wouldn’t fall on their own so he was forced to kneel before his partner. "Kick your shoes off." He barely managed the command. «Jesus H. Christ. Am I really doing this? Look at her. She’s almost dazed. Does she really expect me to…» Victor wobbled as he tried to pull his feet free from the tight pants without reaching out for support but finally it was a matter of falling or touching Webb. The man’s hand on his shoulder sent a charge through Webb he hadn’t been expecting. Jerking his eyes away from Mac he found himself staring into remarkably similar dazed brown eyes. The brief thong only served to accentuate Galindez’s erection. «Damn. He is so hard. This hasn’t turned him off at all. Yeah, and if a breath of air even touches my cock I’m going to explode. He’s huge.» "Your command, mistress?" «No way am I accepting responsibility for this. I wonder what it feels like? I wonder what…no I don’t.»

When he didn’t hear anything from her, he broke his gaze with Victor and turned to find her staring at him. Her throat muscles rippled as she swallowed. He wanted to feel those muscles gripping his cock. But, he also saw she wouldn’t ask. She wanted it so bad but she was paralyzed. He turned back to look up at Galindez, who seemed to be mimicking her every action. He found he wanted to know what Galindez’s mouth would feel like on his cock, realized he wanted to find out what Galindez’s cock would taste like. Slowly reaching up, he pulled down the tiny black shred of fabric.

«Oh Jesus, Webb. That feels so good.» Victor stared down in wonder as his friend and partner delicately reached out with his tongue and captured the first drop of pre-cum from the head of his cock. He couldn’t keep the groan inside when he felt the moist hot lips surround the head.

«Good. Tastes good. Feels good. Hard and soft.» Webb slowly engulfed him, bobbing up and down. He was just getting the hang of it when he felt her fingers caress through his hair. He groaned around the thick cock but released him when he felt her tug him back.

She pulled his head back until he found her lips over his, her tongue exploring where Victor’s cock had just been. When she pulled back she whispered, "Incredible. Tastes wonderful. Now stand up."

Taking deep shuddering breaths, he finally nodded. "Yes, Mistress."

"Now Victor." She commanded. But she didn’t sit back on the bed; she stood closer, watching intently as Victor’s trembling hands began to lower the tight black jeans from around Webb’s hips.

He found that if he remained standing, his lips were coming dangerously closed to Webb’s. There was nothing for it. He knew he had to do it. Some part of him even wanted to do it. Without being told, Webb kicked off his shoes. Both of them had worn no socks, and Victor was suddenly very glad of the fact. The thought of standing around like those men in the old porno films his cousin used to watch was a real turn off. And, there was nothing about this that was turning him off. It took him a moment to realize that there was no thong surrounding Clay’s cock.

"Oooo. You went commando, lover. I like that." Sarah purred and Victor vowed to never again wear underwear around her.

Instead of answering her, Webb reached over and fisted his hand in her hair, pulling her to him for another long kiss. When his pants were kicked across the room and he knew Victor was kneeling before them, waiting, he finally released her. "Whatever pleases you, Mistress."

This time, instead of just telling Victor what to do, she reached out and grasped Clay’s cock. "It’s very nice, isn’t Victor. Do you want it? I won’t make you if you don’t want to."

Webb didn’t protest. It felt damn good her just touching him. He had rather enjoyed tasting Victor but he didn’t want to have to deal with the aftermath if Galindez didn’t want to reciprocate. They were partners. They would probably never speak of this again. «Oh Damn. Yes! Oh yes, just like that.» He couldn’t help himself. He reached down and ran his fingers through the other man’s hair. After an agonizing eternity, he finally moaned, "So Good. You have to stop though. I’m too close."

Sarah leaned closer. "So?"

"So?" he shuddered but pulled out of the hot moist home he had found. "We are here to pleasure you and you are way overdressed. Isn’t she, Victor?"

Galindez still knelt before them, too dazed to move. «I just sucked another man’s cock. And damn me, I liked it. Oh shit what the hell does this mean? I’m not gay! I want her. But damn, it was good.»

"Victor?" Mac’s question finally roused him and he stood.

"Yes, Mistress."

"Are you sure?"

He smiled that smile that had always made her breath hitch a little. "A little late to asking that isn’t it, Sarah." He reached out to her and wrapped her in his arms, kissing her, branding her. Then just as quickly, he released her, pushing her back onto the bed. Looking at Webb he did a credible imitation of his partner’s smirk. "Well?"

"We’re a team, buddy."

Together they pulled off her clothes. Together they knelt on either side of her lifting and placing her to the middle of the bed. Together they lowered their lips to her body, taking turns at her mouth, their hands roamed over her fevered skin eliciting moans of pleasure from all.

When their mouths each captured one of her nipples she thought she would pass out. Trailing her fingers through their hair she encouraged them with light panted ‘Ohs’ and even a few ‘just like thats’ but soon coherent speech was beyond any of them. Webb and Galindez stroked her outer lips with their fingers. Each probed deep inside. Their thumbs caressed each other as they rubbed her clit. "Yesssssss, yesssssssssss. Oh Goddess! Yes!" She keened her release arching up, driving them deeper still. They kissed her belly, their lips scant inches from each other, their eyes locked on one another.

"Baby, I need to be inside you." Victor could barely maintain his control. «I’m going to explode any second now.»

"You better let him, Sarah," Webb chuckled. "I won’t be responsible for his actions – or mine."

"Don’t you dare touch yourself, Slave!" she commanded even as she pulled Victor into her embrace. "Inside me now, Gunnery Sergeant!"

"Do you know how many times I dreamed of you saying those very words to me, Colonel?" Victor groaned and knelt between her legs. "Order me, Colonel."

"Fuck me, Gunny. Fuck me hard."

She was so wet he plunged into her in one thrust. "So good. Oh Colonel." «I can’t believe it. This is fucking incredible! And Webb is just watching us. That, I never dreamed of. This is so hot!»

"Harder, Gunnery Sergeant! Come on Marine, I can take it!" She met him thrust for thrust but soon she couldn’t keep her eyes from straying to where Webb reclined next to them. His was a study of intense concentration as he watched his friend and partner pretend to be breaking every rule he had only dared to dream about.

«All those nights when I told him my deepest fantasies about Sarah MacKenzie he never said a word.» He finally pulled his eyes away from Victor when he felt her hands caressing his hair just like she had done at the club and while he sucked his friend’s cock. He met her somewhat dazed expression with one of his own and with a final groan, captured her lips in his, even as Gunny was shouting his release, crying her name, filling her with his cum. «My god, I can’t wait to feel them both around my cock.» "May I, Mistress?" He rose up onto his knees and even though Gunny had fallen from her and was unsteadily moving her other side, he made no move to take up his position without her permission.

«Well, I wonder what your secret dream has been? You definitely enjoyed watching Victor fuck me. Have you always watched me?» "Did you touch yourself while Victor pleasured me?"

"No, Mistress."

"Do you want to pleasure me?"

His eyes met hers and she saw the truth there. "Yes, Mistress."

"You have been very annoying these past eight years."

That quirky little smirk made it’s way to his lips. "Yes, Mistress."

"I expect extra special care from you, you annoying little spy."

"Thank you, Mistress."

He lowered his lips to hers, surprising her but she quickly recovered and opened her mouth to him. Lazily, he mapped her body yet again. Twirling his tongue around each nipple, sucking them into his mouth then releasing and moving on to his next target. She was shocked and even Galindez in his post-orgasmic haze hissed in surprise when Webb lowered his mouth to her sex, tasting both of their cum. At the flick of his tongue over her clit she came with a shout that was fortunately covered by Victor’s mouth over hers. Unlike Victor, Webb took his time, slowly invading her core, reveling in the squishy sounds and feel. «Actually, AJ, there is something to be said for sloppy seconds.»

Victor raised his head, freeing Sarah’s lips, to gaze at Webb. «Jesus, I may get hard again, just watching this.»

Slowly he thrust into her. His cock was so sensitive he was surprised that he lasted this long. But he watched her face and knew he wanted her to come again. "Play with her clit, Victor."

Together they pleasured her, Victor rubbed her already raw bundle of nerves, not caring that as he did he caressed Webb’s cock. It wasn’t until he felt her hand on his cock that he realized just how close he had moved to them. Groaning he moved just enough until he was straddling her face, licking her and Webb. She drew his cock into her mouth further still until he felt her throat muscles contract around him. He arched up off of her only to find his lips claimed by Webb’s, the roar of their releases swallowed by the other.

Collapsing in a heap, they all fought to take in enough air to remain conscious. "Oh wow." Mac gasped for breath. "That was every fantasy I’ve ever, ever had. That was the most incredible experience of my life. I can’t believe it."

"I’ll say." Webb kissed her thigh and struggled to pull himself up next to her. Settling his head on her shoulder he wrapped his arm under her breasts. "You are some woman, Sarah MacKenzie. You can be my mistress any time you want."

"Victor? Are you all right?" Mac lifted her head to peer down at where he still lay sprawled in the opposite direction of them. "You want to come join us?"

"Can’t move." Came the muffled mumble.

"Oh, big strong Marine. All I heard in Paramaribo was Marines would never do that and what a wuss I was." Webb’s taunting had the desired effect and then some.

Victor reared up, turned around and collapsed on top of Mac and Webb both. "Shut up."

"Ooph. Get off me!" Webb pushed ineffectually at the weight on top of him.

Mac giggled then began to run her fingers over Victor’s ribs.

"Hey no fair." He laughed and rolled to her other side. "Terrific."

"What?" Webb whined.

"I got the wet spot."

"Serves you right. I think you broke something vital."

"Ooh, poor baby." Mac reached down and touched his cock. "Oh my God I think you did. It’s all mushy."

"Very funny, MacKenzie," Webb sighed petulantly.

"Hey." Victor stumbled out of the bed. "Round robin. Shower, then my bed."

"Your bed is the smallest one in the apartment." Webb pointed out.

"Why am I not surprised?" Victor huffed and glared down at them. Webb’s head was still nestled on Mac’s chest or was until Victor reached out and took her hand and tugged. "Come on, Mistress Sarah, I’ll wash your back and he can have his big old bed."

Webb lay there for a moment, his nose buried in the bed sheets. The scent of their lovemaking was nearly overpowering. Finally he pushed up to see the two of them standing there, arm in arm. «They’re waiting for me. They both want me. Neither one of them looks embarrassed or ashamed. Incredible.»

"Shower in Mac’s room is biggest."

"The shower in my room is right out of dream." Mac corrected him. "How perfect."

Victor looked from one to the other. "Is that a good thing?" he groaned.

"Absolutely. Come on, Slave." She pulled out of his embrace leaving the two men to consider her swaying hips.

"Are we going to make that meeting with the Ambassador on Monday?" Webb gulped.

"I don’t know." Victor said as he followed Webb through the living area and into Sarah’s bedroom. They heard the water running. "Have you been in here before?"

"Me? Heck no. When would I have had a chance? Why? You think that…" He stopped so abruptly that Victor ran into him, his flaccid cock bumping against the back of Clay’s hip. "No, I’m not sure we’ll make that meeting at all."

She hadn’t bothered to turn on the lights. The glass was frosted but her form was backlight by the early morning sun shining in from the window behind the shower. "How did we get so lucky?" Galindez breathed.

"Got me, but frankly partner, I don’t know that either one of us is man enough for her. I don’t know any man who is."

Galindez pushed him gently into the room. He wasn’t sure if Webb was bullshitting him or not. He wasn’t going to question it. At least not this weekend.

Pulling back the door they stood there just watching her for a minute. "You two ever going to take those collars off?" she said right before reaching up and pulling them inside the shower by the chains dangling against their chests. "Of course they added something to the proceedings. I particularly liked it when the chain on yours kept getting in the way while you were licking us." She kissed Victor roughly before turning her attention to Webb. "No, leave them on for now. I like them."

After she was done kissing Clay he reached for the pouf hanging from a hook and selected one of several squeeze bottles of lotion. "Lilac, sandalwood, sage and lime. All so different and every one smells like you. May I wash you, Sarah?"

"Yes please. Victor? Would you wash my hair?"

Together the men ran their hands over her body. Clay teased her with the scratchy poof, tormenting her nipples until she tried to pull away, only to find Victor right behind her, his cock nudging her ass. "My God, are you ready again?" she demanded.

"You drive me nuts, Sarah." He nuzzled her neck and gave Clay a look.

"If this is a contest, you’ve got yourself a pacer, friend." Webb grinned back. "You up for it Sarah?"

"Holy cow. Are you serious?" When Clay brought her hand down to his rock hard cock she grinned. "I guess you are. Hmmmmmm." Holding one arm under her breasts and cupping the elbow of her other arm in the open palm she tapped her finger against her lips. As if the idea had just come to her, though she had thought about it the moment she had stepped into the shower, she snapped her fingers. "I know."

"Ah-oh she has that look in her eye again," Webb said.

"Hush. Sit down." She poked her finger against his chest until he found the small tiled step in the corner. Grinning evilly she looked back at Victor. "I’m sure you’ll figure out something." She bent from the waist and began to lick the head of Clay’s cock.

He couldn’t believe it. Her head began to bob up and down on his shaft. He glanced quickly up at Victor who was just standing there, that dazed look firmly back on his face. "Well don’t just stand there. Surely I don’t have give you pointers, man!"

He would have continued along that same vein but Sarah had discovered a vein of her own, the one running the length of his cock. Her tongue was doing the most wonderful things to it and he contented himself with taking his time to his fingers through her hair. So engrossed in the sensations that until he felt her thrust harder on his cock he had almost forgotten Victor was standing there.

"How’s that, Clay?" Victor ground out as he pulled out of Sarah’s warm body only to trust hard into her again driving Clay’s cock down her throat. "Doesn’t her throat feel marvelous around your cock?"

The two men stared at each other. Clay was close but he was waiting for Victor’s signal. How Victor knew was beyond him, but as soon as he felt Sarah’s walls begin to clinch around his thrusting cock he nodded and the three of them came together.

Sarah melted to the tile floor resting her face against Webb’s foot. The water cascaded over her body rinsing the remaining soap and sex away. When she finally managed to sit up, Clay’s head was against the two walls forming the corner of the stall. His eyes were closed and his chest was still heaving as if in pain. Victor was sprawled almost comically against the glass doors. He too appeared to be having trouble catching his breath. "So… you…think…maybe…we can go to bed now?" She barely got it out and only the fact that the water was turning cold actually had her standing, very wobbly, reaching for the controls.

"This is nice," Webb said.

"Come on spyboy."

At that he opened one eye. Struggling to stand up he stumbled over to her. "Clay, Clayton, Webb, lover, or even slave. But don’t call me spyboy." His look told her he was serious and she nodded. She understood. It really was too close to what she used to call Rabb. "Okay, lover. Can we go to bed now?"

He smiled and then looked behind her. "Depends on if we can manhandle him out of the shower."

"I’m coming, I’m coming," Victor groaned.

"Yeah right!" They both smirked at him before reaching down to help him up. Not even bothering to do more than a quick swipe of the towels over their bodies, they just barely managed to pull down the covers of Sarah’s queen-sized bed. Pushing Galindez in first, Clay helped Mac over Victor’s prone body before going around to the other side of the bed and climbing in next to her. She was snuggled into Victor’s side, her head on his shoulder. Webb positioned himself behind her and reached out and flung his arm around and over her, resting it against Gunny’s chest.

"Thank you, guys. It was really wonderful." Sarah snuggled her bottom into the curve of Clay’s body. "Breakfast later?"

Victor lifted his head and glared down at her. "Maybe lunch."

"More like dinner." Webb concluded.

Part 2 - An Italian Adventure

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