Of course, it's about consent.

There's a pause, as the four of them sit. Nick's hands are on Tommy's hips, ready to pull her panties off, but she's totally quiet. Morgan and Kurt are watching them closely, looking to see what Nick will do next. He knows what Tommy's afraid of, the exposure of her body without any place to hide. She's afraid once they see her, they won't want her, that they'll be upset at her, dismissive.

"Honey," he says in a calm and low tone. "You are the most important person in my life, and I will never hurt you or make you do anything you don't want to. I'm pretty sure Kurt and Morgan will be very happy when they see you nude, but if you don't want this, we will get up and say goodbye right now."

That's all she needs to know she's safe, and she curls her face into his neck. "Please, Nicki, I want them to see me." As he unhooks her cock from the band of her panties and draws them down over her thighs, she whimpers, and Morgan echoes the noise. Nick catches the look of approval on Kurt's face, and instinctively knows he's made the right choice, that Kurt is impressed that he cares about the young woman in his lap.

"Our turn, then," Master Kurt murmurs, and slides his hands to Morgan's knees, then up inside toward her cunt. Gently, he spreads her legs wide, displaying her for them to see. Her cunny is moist and glistening with her excitement, her clit already engorged and her labia opening. Tommy's eyes lock onto Morgan's exposed pussy, and she licks her lips again, her oral fixation heating her up. In a bizarre sort of feedback, the second Morgan sees Tommy's lips, the brunette moans and squirms in Master Kurt's lap. "Now, now, darling girl," Kurt chides her. "No need to be impatient."

Nick follows suit, mirroring Morgan again, his hands sliding forward along Tommy's thighs. He doesn't even need to push at all; she spreads her legs as wide as she can, pressing her bottom against him harder. Her cock is inches from his hand, and she knows it.

Master Kurt exhales, and both he and his sub are studying Tommy appreciatively. "Definitely gorgeous. Morgan, would you like to tell us what you would like Tommy to show us next?"

Still wriggling in his lap, Morgan doesn't hesitate. "Please show us your chest, Tommy."

Tommy flinches. "There isn't much to see."

"You're unaware of how sexy you are, then," Master Kurt says. "If you're uncomfortable, we can do something else."

Tommy pulls Nick's hands to the hem of her top, then drops her own hands back to her sides. Carefully, slowly enough that she can stop if she wants, Nick pulls her top up, making sure his palms brush across her skin as he pulls the top up over her head, dropping it to the floor. Now Tommy's fully exposed to the other couple, her face burning with desire. Master Kurt says nothing, just reaches up to unclip the silver chains cupping Morgan's swelling breasts. Both girls are breathing heavy already, eyes sweeping over each other, and Master Kurt doesn't pause, dropping his hand down between Morgan's thighs. His fingers are just an inch from her pussy, rubbing a lazy circle on her inner thigh. He looks at Nick, and they mutually agree; as Master Kurt slips his fingers along the wet folds of Morgan's pussy, Nick reaches around Tommy's hip and grips her cock, using her own pre-cum to slicken her as he begins to slowly tug her toward climax.

"Unhhhh," Morgan groans, splaying herself backward and bringing herself even further exposure. "Oh, Master, she's SO hot, she's so hot."

Master Kurt chuckles, and two fingers slip into her pussy, which is hot and inviting. One push in, and she shudders, already getting close. "She certainly is, darling."

Tommy is grinding down against Nick's cock, her breath coming in little gasps. "Please," she moans, her arms rising over her shoulders as she watches the dom masturbate his ****. Nick's not even very sure what she's asking for, but he can feel her quivering in his lap, cum leaking down from the tip of her cock and over his fingers.

Morgan is squirming and moaning like an animal, her eyes locked on Tommy, on Nick's hand, on the tugging motion. "May I taste you, Tommy? Please?"

Tommy whimpers and nods, and Kurt lets Morgan go. As if she's starving, Morgan slides down onto the floor and licks at Nick's fingers, then, when he pulls his hand away, sucks Tommy's cock into her mouth. Tommy cries out, emptying herself into Morgan's greedily sucking mouth. Her hand curls into Morgan's long brown hair, pulling the sub down as she rises up and fucks her mouth. Tommy cries out again, and spasms, then goes limp, sliding off Nick's lap and onto the floor with Morgan. A look of thankful adoration on her face, Tommy kisses Morgan's breasts, then slides lower, her fingers entering Morgan's pussy, thrusting deep into her as Tommy's mouth finds Morgan's clit. It takes less than a minute for Morgan to give a loud, contented sigh, her hips pressing close around Tommy's head as the brunette collapses backward onto the floor, her orgasm no less potent for being quiet.

Kurt smiles even broader as the two girls cuddle together on the floor. He rises from the chair, and picks up his glass from the table. Without speaking, he motions for the door. Nick follows him out into the hall, pulling the door closed behind them.

"You've got an amazing lady there, Nickolas."

Aden nods, then shrugs. "Not usre why she's with a guy as ugly as I am."

"Because, in her eyes, you're perfect." Kurt sips at his drink. "That's how I see Morgan. Pretty sure I may be making a more permanent arrangement with her soon."

"Taking into account that I've only seen you two here, tonight, I'd say you seem good for each other."

"Mmm." Kurt leans back against the wall, studying Nick and making some sort of decision. "You're the investor Kate mentioned, aren't you?"

"What gave it away?"

"First time she's ever brought guests." Kurt frowns. "You'll need six of seven to make this happen. I like what I've seen of you, the way you think and the way you treat people. My question is, are you sure you have enough money to recover the Cambridge? We owe a LOT of money, and there's not a lot of profit in running a sex club when it's not well known."

Nick smiles. "I can guarantee you I have enough money. I could let the place lose money for the next twenty years, and still have enough money."

Kurt looks doubtful. "You sure about that? Where is your money coming from? ****?"

Aden laughs. "That's always the first place people go. No, it's not ****. It's legally my money, even though I'd rather I never got it. Spending it all will take a lifetime of truly bad financial decisions."

Kurt grins, and lifts his glass in a toast. "Well, Nickolas Aden, you have my vote. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go fuck a very beautiful lady."