Two older men

Looking around as you walk into the large dining room, Maliks big strong hand on your lower back, you bit your lips excitedly and can’t help but smile at the sight of so many expensive suits and cocktail dresses in the room. ‘Definitely not some lame teenage party Joy!’ you think to yourself.

Malik circles around the room, his hand only leaving you back when he, seemingly at random, moves it lower and squeezes you bottom. He greets several people in the crowd, introducing you to each one as you move along and you soon feel your body flush with excitement as he shows you off, fondling you while eyes lingers at your scantily clad body and compliments rain down on you.

As Malik is engrossed in conversation with a, you guess, friend of his you let your eyes glance around the room, catching two older men, in their fifties you guess but in pretty good shape, watching you. Talking to each other while looking at you, they smiles or a laughs ever so often as their listen to what the other has to say.

Feeling your heartbeat rising and your chest blushing you turn away, a wicked smile on yourself as you think about what effect your young body has on those old geezers. Had you not had the experiences of the last week you probably would have died of embarrassment, but your exhibitionist side has really been nurtured since you first met Tyrone. You had always liked to show off, fully aware of your good looks, but before you wouldn’t have felt such excitement at the stares of two older men, total strangers at that.

“Malik!” you hear from your side and you can’t help but hold your breath, you heart jump with excitement, as you turn and see the two men greeting your date, “Long time, how’s business?” one of the men asks, a bronze skinned man, a stylish man and less rugged than his companion.

“Crassle,” Malik shakes his hand, “Better than ever, we’ve finally gotten that project of the ground…” he say, clearly this man was aware of Malik and Tyrone’s line of work you has time to think before Malik’s hand squeezes a little tighter around you, “All thanks to young Joy here!”

“Ah yes, heard some rumblings that you found fresh talent!” the tanned gentleman reply turning his attention to you, “Pleased to meet you, I’m Hugh Crassle…” he takes your hand in both of his, completely engulfing it, “Always glad to help further a young girls career if you’d be interested?” he say, smiling and having caught your eyes in his.

“Hallo…” you manage to say, feeling flush at the attention he’s giving you. In another way than with your black lovers, powerful in another way you guess, not as physical but he somehow seems like a man of power…

“Yeah, she’s a real natural… when you love what you do and all, right babe?” Malik say his hand squeezing you to let you know to play along.

“Mmm yeah” you smile.

“Ha, hell I’ve already heard a few rumors… you reputation precedes you darling!” he say and finally lets go of your hand, which he had massaged since he came over.

The three men are quickly engaged in talk about business, Mr. Crassle apparently also shoots porn, a magazine of his is mentioned, while the other man (Mr. Venice) you gather has a club somewhere. Crassle wants you to appear in his magazine, making the pitch that it would be good for a new girl to get exposure, too boost the website and all. You quickly give up trying to follow the entire conversation, much of it too implicit for someone not familiar with the two men as you, but you catch that Malik seem to be sold on the idea and will talk with Tyrone.

Glancing around the room your heart stops as you see a familiar face looking questioningly at you. ‘Shit…’ you think as you next-door neighbor Mrs. Cleft is standing across the room, wearing a sexy white dress that shows her huge breast nicely.

A slightly bemused smile on her face helps you calm down, thinking that she likely won’t be going straight to your mom with her knowledge of you attending a party like this. With her eyes and nod of her head she indicates for the toilets and, after connecting the dots, you nod your head.

“Malik, I need to go…” you lean up, standing on your toes, and whispers into his ears.

“Sure,” he smiles as he sees you nodding towards the bathroom.

“Excuse me” you say to the two other men, smiling before you leave them.

“Joy Applebottom!” is the first thing you hear as you enter the bathroom, Mrs. Cleft already there and she quickly locks the door behind you, “… didn’t think I’d see you here!” she laughs, smiling at you.

“Umm… well I…” you mumble.

“Don’t worry sweetheart, I’m not going to tell your parents” she says and you mumble a thanks, “I’ve been young too you know… but you must promise me that you stay safe, those men you where talking to aren’t exactly what I would call model citizens, or particularly pro women’s right, if you know what I mean?”

“Yeah sure… I’m not…” your reply fades out, not sure how to explain that you’re at the party because you have been doing hardcore interracial porn.

“Don’t worry Joy, have your fun!” she smiles at you, “But from past experiences a man like Mr. Crassle might be best to avoid, okay?” she says, pushing a strand of your hair behind your ear and giving you comforting smile.

“Thanks, I promise to be careful Mrs. Cleft!” you smile.

“Please, if we’re going to the same parties, call me Sara!”

“Right… I’ll see you later” you say and awkwardly hugs you neighbor. A weird feeling suddenly being old enough to go to the same party as Tommy’s mother you think as you leaves the bathroom.

Just as you get back into the hallway you feel Malik’s hand grabbing you and dragging you with him, momentarily stunned but you willingly follows him as you see it’s him.

“Come on, we’re heading out of here!” he say.

As you exit the hotel room you run into the two men, Crassle and Venice, apparently waiting for you. A quick exchange between the three men and you’re off heading for the elevators. You mind drifting to Sara Cleft and whether you should attempt to explain the situation to her, though she seemed pretty casual about it all.

“It has been great to meet you Joy” you attention is suddenly brought back to the present as Mr. Crassle steps up close to you, “You defiantly has the looks and the body… that nice mix of sex and the girl next door you know?” he smiles, a little creepily as he compliments you on being a potentially good slut, but you still smile and blush as he caress you cheek with one hand, his other snaking around your waist.

“Thanks…” you reply, barely audible.

“Don’t mention it doll” he grin, “… and if what I’m told about your eagerness and ability in the sack, then you my girl are destined for big things in this profession of ours!” he smile and his hand moves into your hair, grabbing your neck as he moves real close, your lips inches apart.

“Hmm…” you mumble, not quite struggling but preparing for it, mostly because somewhere deep inside of you, you tell yourself that it would be the thing to do in such a situation, but you don’t.

Instead a moan escaping your lips is muffled as he covers your mouth with his, his tongue dueling with yours as you eagerly respond.

“Now, me and Chuck here are swinging by his club if the two of you would be interested in joining us?” Crassle say, clearly directed at Malik, “You know the place right?”

“Sure, we might drop by a little later…” Malik reply and the men share a knowing grin as his hand move onto your back again.

“We’ll see you around then!” Crassle say as the elevator reaches the lobby.

“Yeah, looking forward to it girl!” Venice say and pulls you into his arms outside of the elevator, saying his goodbye in similar fashion as Crassle.

Flustered and with ragged breath you watch them leave before turning around and seeing Malik talking with the guy at the front desk and as you reach him you see him being handed a keycard and turning to you, the desk clerk grinning slightly.