Claire joined in

“So...John said I can join in,” She told Amanda, “Which means you now also belong to ME tonight.” Claire’s hand came over to brush over Amanda’s smooth ass. Amanda jolted at the touch, but played along. “I guess I have two owners tonight, “She said, “Any orders then?” Claire chewed on her finger as she thought about it. “First of all, you need to get dressed. Let’s look over the lingerie and outfits. I want a strip tease from you, and the full experience. I want lingerie, themed-outfits, toys, stockings; the whole deal. Kind of like what you did earlier for the men, but with more imagination.” Claire glanced back at John, who had gone and mixed another drink, and then turned to whisper to Amanda, “in short, I want to see my fellow agent follow her orders and please her new masters. I want to see you fully embrace your new role as the mansion’s whore.” Amanda was taken aback by the statement. Claire was actually reveling in Amanda’s defilement. Claire had been mentally broken. Amanda would have to be careful with her.

Claire guided Amanda around the corner of the closet, and pressed her body against her, backing her up against the wall. Claire’s hands began to move over Amanda’s body; along one side, and the cupping her breast on the other side. Claire brought her lips to close proximity of Amanda’s. “I’ve wanted to experience this body of yours since I watched Delholme stripping you in the cloak room,” Claire confessed, “in truth, I had been watching the two of you for a while. I could have interrupted earlier, but was curious. Then, when you stripped for me in the maid’s quarters, I knew I needed this body of yours.” Claire moved in to give Amanda a soft kiss and then said, “Let’s get you dressed, slut. I want you to see what happens to agents who get captured.”

She led Amanda to a hanger with a red lace outfit; push-up bra, boy-cut panties, and a garter belt. She also showed Amanda some red thigh stockings and her red heels from her first night of the mission. “We didn’t get rid of ALL your clothes,” Claire said, “We even kept your red satin dress.” Amanda was actually quite happy to hear that...she loved that dress. Claire watched Amanda begin dress herself in the undergarments. It gave Amanda a sense of déjà-vu from when Claire watched Amanda days earlier in the maid’s quarters. The bra gave Amanda some pretty amazing cleavage, and she could see Claire watch her with a hint of jealousy, but Amanda said to herself, ‘If I’ve got it, I might as well flaunt it.’ Claire showed her the racks of clothes, and said, you need two or three more layers. I’m going out to entertain Mr. Caesar. When you are ready, put on whatever music you’d like, and come out and dance for us. Don’t be too long, or you may have to compete with me for Marcus’ attentions, and the boss wouldn’t like that.” Claire grabbed something from the lingerie rack, spun on her heel, and walked back out to the main room.

John was sitting back down on a couch when he saw Claire approach. She still wore her robe, but he could see that there was now another layer under it. She walked over to him, straddled her body along his, and sank down onto him. She grabbed the lapels of his suit jacket and pulled herself to his lips. “Marcus,” she said coyly, “I’ve been waiting so patiently for you. Don’t you think it’s time I was rewarded?” Her lips merged with his, and she hummed with enjoyment. Amanda was still preparing, and peered from out of the dressing room. She saw Claire’s lips on John, and her body grinding into his. Amanda knew that John had been the recipient of far more Claire’s abilities earlier in the evening, but that was before she knew it was him. Since then, she had kind of claimed him for herself. Although he was her partner for missions, this evening had changed their relationship, and she was definitely falling for him. Amazing sex has a way of opening up one’s mind to new possibilities, and John was definitely a possibility she wanted to explore. All the same, she realized she was going to have to fight Claire for his attentions. Now that she had finally made John understand that he had to stay in character, who knew what would go on. She returned back to her dressing room to finish getting ready.

Claire drew John’s hands up around her waist. “Shouldn’t we wait for Amanda,” John said. “Oh Marcus,” Claire replied, “why not have some fun with me while she is getting ready.” She raised her hands up to her shoulders and slid her robe off of them. It cascaded down her arms to her elbow. The rest of the robe slid down to her waist. She revealed a white, fishnet dress, which did little to conceal her white bra and thong underneath. She released his hands and stood up for a moment, letting the robe fall to the ground. She bent over to pick it up, giving John a long glance of her perky cleavage. She tossed the robe onto the couch next to them.

The fishnet dress covered just down to below her ass, leaving the rest of her legs exposed. She sat next to John and snuggled into to him, making sure to maximum her body contact with him as she rubbed against him. Amanda peered around the corner, still getting ready, and saw the progression of the situation. She was still adamant of Claire flirting with John, and went back to dressing. Claire saw how much Amanda had enjoyed John, and she wanted to beat Amanda at her own game. On sheer looks and sexuality, Claire didn’t stand a chance against her. Amanda was like an entire fraternity’s wet dream. But, Claire knew that she could still present a challenge. Amanda had fit curves, ample breasts, and a perfect ass, while Claire was a bit more of a tighter package. She was shorter, but well proportioned. While she didn’t have the curves Amanda had, she was super fit, and her long wavy blonde hair had always worked for her in the past. She would have to make up for her deficiencies with determination and lots of enthusiasm.

Pressing her advances, Claire began a heavy make-out with John. This also allowed her hands to reach up and undo his tie. She pulled it loose and tossed beside them on the couch. Exercising her determination, she quickly made for the buttons of his formal shirt, unbuttoning them down to the waist. “Now we’re making progress, Marcus,” Claire teased. She slid her hands under john’s shirt, letting her herself explore his bare chest and shoulders. She pushed outward from his shoulders, sliding his suit jacket and his shirt off.

“Mmmmm,” She cooed, helping his arms out of the shirt and jacket, “I like where this is going.” “Do you now...,” John replied, “and where is this going?” She took one of his hands, and guided it along her smooth bare thigh, and down between her legs. The lace thong she wore was soaked. “In here is where it is going,” Claire said with a feeling of longing. “I’ve wanted you all night, ever since you walked through that front door. Just so you know, I don’t intend on keeping these ‘clothes’ on...or in one piece. Either I strip, or you strip me. Oh, and if you decided you don’t require my services, Marcus, I will report to Mr. Kellner that you declined his hospitality. He takes offense over things like that.” “Don’t worry, Claire,” John replied, “I intend to make use of that hospitality, and sample ALL of Mr. Kellner’s gifts to me.”

He grabbed her and pulled her close, before hooking fingers in the white fishnet dress, and pulling apart some of the links. He continued his destruction of her dress as more of her skin became exposed. John was pleased with the view, as Claire had a great body. He had held back earlier in the night so that he could be taken into Kellner’s inner circle, but now he knew he had play the game. He pulled hard on a section of the dress, and it ripped open along her white lace bra. “Yes, Marcus, yes,” she signed, “rip this dress right off me!” Claire was clearly aroused, and John’s dick was rock hard. Claire reached down to unzip his pants, and his cock sprung free. Claire stood up momentarily to yank down John’s pants and boxers, leaving him naked, and obviously ready for him.

Amanda peered around the corner again and saw the progression of the situation. Her view caught the couple just in time to see John, naked, rip Claire’s dress completely off of her as she squealed with joy. In his excitement, he ripped her bra off next, and devoured her breasts before the garment even hit the floor. He pinned her hands in front of her, and tied them up with the silk belt from her robe. He lifted her up, and tossed her back down on the couch, before sliding off her panties. As her final piece of clothing was leaving her, Claire lauded, “Yes, Marcus. Strip me naked.”

Amanda watched stunned as John tossed Claire’s white thong away from the couch, and slid his body between her legs. She wrapped her ankles around him and began to draw him in. Her hard nipples were consumed by him as his dick slid between her warm, wet folds. Amanda watched her partner enter Claire, and then begin to pump his body back and forth. Claire lay pinned against the couch as John penetrated her repeatedly. Amanda’s mind swirled with thoughts of jealousy, but also desire. Seeing John fucking Claire conflicted her thoughts with both arousal and vexation.