Jules takes over and Simone makes a choice.

Beckett suddenly stood and all three sets of eyes followed him.

"Jules, Devon. Can we step into the next room for a minute?" Charles asked.

Both stood and led him through the back door. Jules called back as they disappeared into the other room.

"Help yourself to more wine if you like, we'll be back soon."

You watch the door close and gulp down the rest of your glass, then your mind turns to what was said during the conversation proceeding this development. You mindlessly pull a reusable straw from your clutch and tap it on the tablecloth. Worry floods your mind but in a small corner, deep in the back of your brain, you begin to feel a little excitement. What have they planned? Why are three rich, influential people so wrapped up in toying, teasing, and playing with you? Is this a game they play with all Charles' escorts? You pour yourself another glass of wine, slip the straw in it and think.

About five minutes later, Jules and Beckett come back into the room and both look at you.

"You didn't off Devon because he couldn't bear to participate in your evil plan did you?" You ask, looking up from the glass while sipping wine through the straw.

Jules settles into the seat to your left. You see Beckett cross the room to a far table and pour himself a glass of some dark liquid. Whiskey? Bourbon?

"Aren't you so precious!" Jules laughs. "A straw?"

You sip a second or two longer and put the glass down.

"Why not? It keeps me from drinking too much too fast. I'm not sure I want to be impaired around you two. You're scheming."

She looks you in the eye, "We were 'scheming'. We're done now."

Beckett wanders back over and sits on Jules' other side. This surprises you a bit, you figured they'd surround you. He takes another sip of his drink.

"Listen to Jules, cupcake."

She nods to him, "Thank you, Charles. I told him I've been in your shoes before. A boy crazy, young escort flipping her first tricks." Jules sighs.

You roll your eyes, "There's nothing romantic about all this. I sucked his buddy off while Beckett told the guy what a whore I was and then he fucked me senseless on the balcony as every neighbor within twenty miles got a show. I'm just a party whore and he's just a john."

The blonde elbowed Beckett. "I guess she told you," then turned back.

"Ok, Simone. We can make this nasty if you like, I was going to try and be nice. What are your turn-ons, dear?"

You put an elbow on the table, your hand on your chin, and make a big show of thinking for a moment.

"I'd say cuddly puppies, walks on the beach. . ."

Beckett interrupts with a loud laugh spitting his drink into his glass.

"Smartass," Jules deadpans and then looks you in the eyes and counts on her fingers. "Let me go through what we know then. You like boys but not girls, my loss. You're good with cocks in your smart mouth and deep in your cunt but not up your ass. You seem to really get into being handcuffed and fucked on a desk by some stranger while they call you every name in the book but hate Beckett making a few flip remarks. I like you, you're complicated."

You unconsciously scoot back in your seat a bit as she goes through the list. What the hell is this? You don't understand what this woman's game is at all. This isn't helping her case to get into your panties at all.

Beckett finally speaks.

"I've decided to let Jules have a go at you," he says holding up a hand to stop you from interjecting.

"She understands the rules. No girl on girl without your explicit OK but she's gonna run the show for the rest of the night so you might want to watch your tongue there, Simone."

You look her in the eye.

"Ok. I'll admit I forgot about the handcuffs but it doesn't matter. Keep it in the rules and I guess you call the shots. Break them, I walk and keep the cash."

Jules offers her hand. You watch her for a second and then hesitantly take it.

"Deal!" She says with a wicked grin. "Don't frown, honey. I'll get you all the boys you could want. Now answer one question for me and we will get started. I have four things in mind for you but it's no fun if I just list them and let you pick your favorite. So I'm giving you four cryptic choices and you'll choose your fate."

You drop her hand put yours on your hips.

"You aren't tricking me into sleeping with you."

The blonde laughs again, "Nope. Charles will be watching to ensure I don't break any precious rules. None will lead to that but I promise, you tell me you want to and I'll drop everything. I bet you're a delicious, wiggly little screamer! As I told you earlier, I'll settle for seeing your dirty orgasm face though, honey. Now let's stop stalling."

You nod, "Fine. Ask."

"Ok! You've been trying to bait a guy that you've been crushing on and he finally asks you out. What is the first thing that pops into your head? Go dancing? Go to a party? Go hiking? Or are you thinking of the quickest way to get him alone? That's it. That's the question."

"Why are we doing this?" You ask. "I'm sure you have a favorite."

"I do but it's more fun if you pick it. I can ask Charles to repeat the question if you like. Besides, it'll give me a tiny peek into your brain. I don't get to use my psychology degree much."

You reach back with your right hand, grab the end of your ponytail and think for a moment. You're drawing a blank as to what the choices might mean. Well not exactly, the dancing could have something to do with the club you guess but so could the party. Trying to figure this out like a cipher seems doomed to failure. Is it best just to choose something random then?

"We're waiting," Jules says sporting a Cheshire grin.

Writing hiking now since it was the only suggestion I got :)