Simon and Mattie are still in New York. Of course there has been pleasure, mixed with a little business for Simon, who is trying to strike a lucrative deal with Canadian businessman, Mark. Unfortunately, Mark and Mattie have some shared dark history...
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As the four of them left the restaurant, Mattie tried to pull Simon aside, she knew that she had to find a way to stop him from getting further involved with Mark’s business plan. From what Amanda had told her, it wasn’t just Simon’s finances which were under threat, but her own personal safety. Quite frankly, the man was dangerous and Mattie was now certain that he had unfinished business with her. She shuddered, remembering the state she’d been in after their first, and what she had hoped would their last, ‘meeting’. She’d had a cast on her arm for six weeks, but it had taken much, much longer than that before she’d been able to sleep through the night.
Olivia, her madam, had been so attentive, much to Mattie’s surprise, well, she supposed she must have felt responsible to a degree for what had happened. There was always a risk, being an escort, but thankfully these situations were few and far between. Normally, if a client overstepped the mark, O would have arranged for the punter to be given a taste of his own medicine, but given that Mark had returned to Canada straight after, there wasn’t much to be done, other than warn colleagues to be on the lookout for him.
Now, two years down the line, Mattie’s senses were on full alert, DEFCON 5 in fact. She watched as Simon tried to hail a yellow cab and she almost jumped out of her skin as she felt Mark’s arm slip through hers and grip her tightly.
“Not a fucking word from you!” He hissed, flexing his arm so tightly that Mattie feared that he might once more crack the bone that had been fractured before.
She opened her mouth to call to Simon but Mark pulled her even closer and she felt something sharp against her side.
“I’m fucking serious, you bitch!” He spat, “I have way too much riding on this to let some two-bit Scotch whore screw up my chances of making a fortune.”
At that, Simon’s triumphant call, as he held open the door of a large yellow cab, halted the threats and Mark pulled Mattie and Amanda towards the vehicle.
It was a bit of a squeeze for the four of them to sit side by side on the back seat, but it seemed that Mark had a plan of his own, well, of course he did.
Simon stroked the small of Mattie’s back and whispered, “Are you okay, love?”
She could only nod, keenly aware of Mark’s scrutiny. What else could she do?
“Let’s make a little room in here and make things more interesting,” Mark suggested, pushing Amanda from her seat and pulling her into the space between his open legs in one swift movement. “Well, what's stopping you? Do what you do best, there’s a good girl,” he growled.
Amanda nodded silently then dutifully began to unfasten Mark’s zipper, stroking and rubbing his growing bulge. Simon looked on, open-mouthed as she began to pull out his thick cock and proceeded to suck and minister what looked to Mattie like one of the most professional blow jobs she’d seen, and she had seen a few in her time. She began deep-throating him like a pro. Mark tipped his head back and let out a low moan as her head bobbed up and down his thick shaft, his fingers gripped her mousey brown hair, pushing his cock deeper into her throat.
Mattie felt Simon’s hand take hold of hers and place it over his own crotch. She could immediately feel his arousal and she began to absent-mindedly caress and stroke his burgeoning shaft. His gasp enabled her to draw her eyes away from the hypnotic scene beside her. She looked into Simon’s eyes, they sparkled with mischief and he raised an eyebrow, “What do you say, love? When in Rome and all that?”
She managed a grin, but in truth, she doubted she had ever felt less turned on in her life. However, the distraction was a relief as she took hold of his penis through his trousers and began to stroke the length of it as he stiffened under her touch, plus, she figured that it might give her the opportunity to whisper in his ear, whilst Mark was otherwise occupied by Amanda’s not inconsiderable oral skills.
She lifted herself up and straddled Simon, sat on his lap and began to gently grind her pussy against his crotch, surprised to find that, despite the circumstances, the simple mechanical action of her pussy against his cock was causing her to moisten a little. Still, it felt far from romantic, in fact, it felt like work. She unzipped his fly and pulled his firm shaft free, as usual, he wore no underwear and she began to tug and pull back his foreskin, his delight and excitement obvious by the precum already seeping from his little slit.
As Mattie stroked Simon’s cock, she kept stealing glances at Mark and Amanda, whose neck almost seemed to swell as he thrust his cock deeper into her, but she carried on regardless, massaging his balls as she sucked and slurped. God, that girl was skilled at fellatio.
“She could easily carve herself a nice little career in my line of work,” Mattie thought.
Mark suddenly opened his eyes and looked directly at Mattie and she almost jumped out of her skin. Staring at her, as if daring her to stop him, he reached out a hand and grabbed her ankle on the seat beside him, running his hand up her calf, over the back of her knee and to her thigh, which he began to stroke, carefully avoiding attracting Simon’s attention.
He mouthed the words, “I’ll have YOU later,” before returning his hand to Amanda’s hair and pulling her onto him, hard. Her breath escaped through her nose with a guttural moan.
A little frightened, Mattie closed her eyes tightly shut, leaned forward and began to kiss Simon’s mouth, her tongue darted against his teeth as his hands rested on her hips, pulling her backwards and forwards along his shaft.
