Beckett, Jules and Devon discuss Simone's fate

Devon Lannister would be a totally forgettable figure under normal circumstances you figure. He stands at about 5'8" with deep brown eyes. His thin gray hair has retreated back from his forehead leaving a vaguely M-shaped bald patch atop the front of his dome. He's wearing a plain blue suit with a white dress shirt with the top two buttons left undone. His brown leather shoes are worn with age yet he's cleanshaven. You get the idea he's unconcerned with his appearance perhaps letting reputation do the heavy lifting when he enters the room.

"Jules? Charles? I hope I haven't left either of you waiting too long." His eyes then settle on you. "This must be your temporary guest I assume, Charles?"

He nods to the man as Devon walks over. Confused since no one is saying or doing anything you stand and offer a hand.

"I'm Simone, Mr. Lannister. Pleased to meet you."

He leaves your hand untouched but offers a warm half smile and nods his head slightly.

"The pleasure is mine, dear. I don't mean to insult but I try not to touch another man's servant without his permission."

Beckett nods and the other man gently shakes your hand then takes a seat. You give Beckett a mildly annoyed look, sit down, and mouth the word 'servant' at him. By his expression, you suspect he's trying hard not to laugh, while out of the corner of your eye you catch a quick smirk appear and then disappear from Jules' face. Lannister is still smiling so you assume an inside joke or they find this funny given something they all know of the night's plan. You aren't quite sure which worries you more, the three scheming against you or that they are close enough to have inside jokes. Damn it all!

Beckett quickly speaks up, "Business first, Devon."

"Yes, I'm aware. The government frowns on write-offs if we don't have a written transaction from the evening. Let's discuss an order for the vanilla/cherry bourbon you've been teasing me with. If memory serves, it should be of age now."

"It is and will be ready for shipment within the next week."

The men begin wrangling over cost per barrel as you see Jules wink at you and touch the screen of the small tablet on the table in front of her.

"Jackson?"

You hear a male voice come from the device's tinny speaker, "Yes, Ma'am?"

"Can you bring us four glasses of a nice, sweet Rose please? Include the rest of the bottle, chilled of course. The gentlemen are trying to bore me to **** again."

"On its way."

You stifle a giggle as both men glance at her a moment before continuing their discussion. A moment later a young Asian male pretty close to your age delivers the drinks and leaves a small metal bucket with the bottle inside surrounded by ice on the end of the table. Jules gets up, puts a glass in front of each man, and hands one to you.

"It's sweet with a floral subnote that's divine, Simone. Relax and enjoy the peace."

You take a moment to sniff the glass and it smells delicious. Then you take a sip enjoying the sweet, almost nectar-like taste, and wonder if you'll ever drink another Beach Juice Rosé without thinking of this. That's probably not a good thing because you suspect this wine is way out of your price range.

Halfway through your glass, they come to an agreement. Some number of barrels of bourbon over some time frame for a good amount of money is pretty much all you get out of it as they finalize the agreement. Luckily you weren't asked to take notes this time. Beckett offers a toast and all drink. Then Devon gets everyone's attention.

"Now we get to discuss pleasure. Your charming companion looks to be enjoying her glass of wine. How long is she contracted for."

You put your glass down and glance from Devon to Beckett not liking the turn here at all. Beckett ignores you and addresses the older man.

"Probably about 36-40 hours left I reckon. I could do the math."

Jules offers you a wicked grin before interjecting.

"Almost two days sounds like heaven, dear. I'll buy the rest of the contract from you for a tidy profit. I could find a place to hide away that long I suspect."

You begin to stand to object when Beckett places a hand on your shoulder preventing you from standing.

"Sorry, Jules. Simone has more don'ts than do's sprinkled in that contract of hers. You'd just be frustrated since relations with women are a don't as things stand."

Jules sighs, "That's a damn pity, Charles. I admire many things about men but I'll never understand being exclusive with them. Sometimes a girl needs a gentler touch."

Your face reddens as you've finally had enough, "Excuse me. I'm right over here. I'm not a dog in the corner or a pig out in the barn to be fought over. You sound like you're trying to figure out who gets to eat the last piece of pie on the table!"

The blonde laughs, "Sweetie. That contract you signed gives Beckett certain rights for the next couple of dozen hours. It sounds like you did a fine bit of lawyering over it though and poor Charles isn't too certain what he wants to do now that the easy things are out of the way."

"But!"

Jules shakes her head, "No buts, baby girl. You decided you wanted the boys and yes as I understand it the plural was discussed in your deal. So sit there, sip your wine and continue to look irresistible as the guys decide what to do with you. If I were 23 again like you are, the idea of two men scheming over me would be quite the turn on, of course, I'd want a girl or two involved on principle." She winked at you again before taking a gulp of wine and focusing on the men again. Devon takes the opportunity to speak now that the table is quiet.

"Lots of things come to mind, Charles. I mean rounding up guys would be child's play with bait this appealing."

Charles laughed, "Too easy I think. Men, vaginal and oral are all clearly on the table given the video is totally greenlit."

"Agreed," the older man replied. "I think I noticed something else from the link you sent me. I watched it two times, remember in the blowjob scene . . ."

You spit your wine into your glass and stare wide-eyed at Beckett.

"Who the hell have you been passing that around to? Has everyone I've met here in Austin seen it?"

"Don't be ridiculous, sweetpea. Devon and Jules have. Sue wouldn't watch whatever I said so I didn't even try with her. Maybe a half a dozen folks total from me anyway. Any other members that live in Austin might have seen it on the server."

You bury your face in your hands mortified. You'd never remotely thought he'd share it all over the damn place. You figured it was safely on a member's only server where select rich guys might find it for a quick wank. . . not this. Jules chose that moment to stand and walk over to you. She gently places a hand on your shoulder and leans down to whisper in your ear.

"Calm down, Simone. You looked absolutely radiant in every second of the video. I cannot tell you just how jealous I was of Charles the moment I watched it. I may not be able to sample the goods myself but I am absolutely drenched over the idea of seeing your orgasm face live tonight."

Jules gives you a light kiss on the cheek before walking back to her chair with a triumphant smile on her face. That pep talk did nothing to make you feel better though.

Devon continues, "So that's in if you like."

You glance in his direction through your fingers wondering what you just missed. It sounds like it may have been important.

"Yes," Charles agrees. "It could be but I'm not sure. Too bad you don't run a strip club instead of a nightclub."

"Pull the tables out of the dining room and we could put a few platforms in there or maybe in the pit in the basement?" Devon mentions.

You just shake your head. You're tempted to run to the ladies' room and escape the discussion but you suspect Jules would follow. She's giving you more of a perv vibe than the guys at the moment. Which is pretty amazing considering cougars were supposed to hunt young jocks not college coeds, at least that's what you always thought.

Jules looks over at Charles sounding a bit exasperated, "Look. This is ultimately your decision. We have the lounge, dining room, ourselves, and a lot of sweaty partygoers downstairs if it comes to any of that. The basement has a small dance pit and there are public bathrooms on all three floors if you're feeling really dirty. I'll give you one last option and it's kind of selfish but if you like I'll handle it for you. Before you say anything, I'd vow not to do anything even remotely sexual with her myself unless she clearly asks. I bet my dirty little mind can cook something wicked up even with those restrictions."

"It has to come from you to start though, Charles," Devon sums up Jules' little speech. "You have her contract. I'd say there's no pressure but there are only so many hours on that sheet of paper and you have an appointment to make tomorrow afternoon if memory serves."

Both Devon and Jules watch Beckett carefully. You arrange the hands in front of your face so you can see him out of the corner of your eye as you wait for Charles to announce what your night is going to be like.

PS: Since I don't know if folks bother to read my announcements chapter, I'll post this here too.

11/29/20- Back to work tomorrow so updates will be more sporadic. I hope I didn't spoil folks this weekend too much.