A Private Show for Them Both
# Private Session The air in Claire’s Club was thick with the smell of cheap perfume, spilled liquor, and sweat. Strobe lights cut through the cigarette smoke, painting the faces of the patrons in fleeting, garish colors. Elliott adjusted
Chapter 1
The air in Claire’s Club was thick with the smell of cheap perfume, spilled liquor, and sweat. Strobe lights cut through the cigarette smoke, painting the faces of the patrons in fleeting, garish colors. Elliott adjusted his glasses, his serious expression unreadable in the dim light. Beside him, Jasmine was a live wire, her playful energy barely contained. Her brown eyes, magnified behind her own frames, were wide as she watched the woman on stage.
Scarlett moved with a predatory grace that commanded the room. Tall and slim, her pale skin seemed to glow under the violet stage lights, a stark canvas for the flame-red of her hair. Every arch of her back, every deliberate roll of her hips was a lesson in controlled power. She made eye contact with no one and everyone, her full lips curved in a smirk that promised nothing and everything at once.
“God, look at her,” Jasmine breathed, her voice a hushed whisper against Elliott’s ear. Her hand found his thigh, nails digging in lightly. “Look at that milky white skin. It’s like… porcelain.”
Elliott followed her gaze, his blue eyes tracking Scarlett’s movements. He said nothing, but his jaw tightened.
The music swelled to a finish, and Scarlett descended from the stage, not toward the dressing rooms, but straight through the crowd. She stopped at their table, the raw, extreme energy of her performance still clinging to her. Sweat glistened in the hollow of her throat.
“Enjoying the view?” Her voice was low, a touch of gravel in it.
Jasmine just nodded, her playful bravado momentarily stunned into silence.
Scarlett’s eyes flicked from Jasmine’s flushed face to Elliott’s stoic one. “The public show’s over. I’m offering a private one.” A beat. “For both of you.”
***
The private room was a study in sensory deprivation: dark walls, a single leather chaise lounge, and a soundproofed hush that made Jasmine’s heartbeat roar in her ears. Scarlett closed the door and leaned against it, folding her arms. Her confidence was a physical presence, pushing the air from the room.
“Let’s see what we have to work with,” Scarlett said, her gaze dissecting Jasmine. “Curvy little thing, aren’t you? All soft where it matters.” She stepped forward, circling them. “And you,” she said to Elliott, who hadn’t moved from where he stood, rigid. “You watch. You learn. You don’t touch her until I say.”
Jasmine’s breath hitched. This wasn’t playful anymore; it was a current of raw electricity.
Scarlett stopped behind Jasmine, her hands coming to rest on Jasmine’s shoulders. “He likes to think, your man. Serious. He’s got a million thoughts behind those glasses. Your job is to make every single one of them about this.” Scarlett’s fingers trailed down Jasmine’s arms. “About the heat of your skin. The weight of your tits. The way you smell when you’re wet for him.”
She guided Jasmine toward Elliott, who was now seated on the edge of the chaise. “Start slow. Run your hands through his hair. Make him look at you.” Scarlett’s voice was a relentless, degrading whisper in Jasmine’s ear. “He’s not your partner here. He’s an object. Your object. Make him feel your power.”
Jasmine’s hands trembled as she carded them through Elliott’s brown hair, tugging just enough to tilt his head back. His blue eyes, usually so guarded, were dark with a storm of want. She lowered herself, grinding against the hard line of his erection through his pants, a slow, torturous circle.
“Good,” Scarlett purred, her own lips close to Jasmine’s ear. “Now talk to him. Tell him what you see. Tell him how badly you need his cock inside you. Be filthy. Be honest.”
Jasmine leaned in, her lips brushing the shell of Elliott’s ear. Her voice was a shaky, wanting thing. “I can feel how hard you are,” she whispered, the words feeling foreign and intoxicating. “I’m going to take my time. I’m going to ride your face until you can’t see straight, and then I’m going to take every inch of you in my mouth.”
A low groan escaped Elliott’s throat, the first sound he’d made.
Scarlett smiled, a flash of white in the dimness. “There it is. Now, take your time. Edge him. Make him beg. I’ll be right here, telling you everything you’re doing right… and everything you’re doing wrong.”
Chapter 2
"Now, you're getting it," Scarlett breathed, her cool fingertips tracing the line of Jasmine’s jaw. "But use your words again. Tell him exactly what you'll do next. Make him see it."
Jasmine’s lips hovered over Elliott’s, her voice trembling but gaining force. “I’m going to take my glasses off so I can see you perfectly… and then I’m going to kneel between your legs. I’m going to unzip your pants and pull your cock out with my teeth.”
Elliott’s hands, which had been gripping the leather chaise, twitched, but he didn’t move.
“No,” Scarlett commanded softly, a hand on his shoulder. “Your hands stay here. You just feel.” She moved behind Jasmine, her own body a tall, confident shadow. “Go on, girl. Show him.”
Jasmine slid from his lap, her own breath ragged. She removed her glasses, setting them aside, and the room blurred into a dark, intimate haze. She knelt on the thick carpet, her face level with his belt. With deliberate slowness, she undid the button, lowered the zipper, and took the waistband of his boxers between her teeth. She pulled the fabric down, her lips brushing against the hard heat of him as he sprang free.
“Fuck,” Elliott gasped, the word torn from him.
“Watch her,” Scarlett instructed him, her tone sharp. “Look at her pretty, full lips wrapped around you. Look at that curvy body kneeling for you. She’s your toy right now, understand?”
Jasmine’s tongue flattened against his shaft, tasting salt and skin as she licked a slow, wet stripe from base to tip. She took him into her mouth, her cheeks hollowing as she began to suck, her head bobbing in a rhythm guided by Scarlett’s whispered praise.
“That’s it,” Scarlett purred, her hand tangling in Jasmine’s brown hair, not to guide, but to claim. “Feel her throat working for you. She’s so fucking eager. Tell her, Elliott. Tell her what she is.”
Elliott’s knuckles were white, his voice a dark, strained rasp. “You’re… so good. My perfect little slut.”
The filthy word, spoken in his serious, measured tone, sent a violent shudder through Jasmine. Her moan vibrated around him, and she worked him harder, one hand cupping his balls, the other stroking what her mouth couldn’t take. The air was thick with the sounds of wet suction and ragged breathing.
Scarlett’s voice was a relentless metronome. “Don’t let him come. Ease up. Just the tip. Make him beg for more.”
Chapter 3
Jasmine eased back, letting him slip from her lips with a soft, wet pop. A thin string of saliva connected her swollen lips to his cock, gleaming in the low light. She looked up at him, her vision blurred but his desperate expression clear. Scarlett’s hand was still tangled possessively in her hair.
“She’s good with her mouth, isn’t she?” Scarlett murmured, her voice a low, thrilling rasp directly in Jasmine’s ear. “But we’re just getting started. Stand up, baby. I want to see you touch yourself while you watch him.”
A hot wave of vulnerability crashed through Jasmine. She rose on shaky legs, her dress clinging to her damp skin. Elliott’s gaze was locked on her, a raw, wanting intensity she’d never seen.
“Do it,” Scarlett commanded, stepping back to observe them both. “Lift your skirt. Show him how wet his little slut is for him. Tell him.”
Swallowing hard, Jasmine gathered the hem of her dress. She looked straight into Elliott’s blue eyes, her playful confidence warring with the intense exposure. “You make me so fucking wet,” she breathed, the words feeling liberating. “Just watching you lose control… just tasting you.” She hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties and pulled them down her thighs, letting them fall to the carpet. The cool air kissed her bare skin.
Her fingers, trembling slightly, found her slick heat. A sharp, needy gasp escaped her as she circled her clit. “I’m touching myself,” she moaned, her voice gaining strength, “and all I can think about is your cock inside me. How badly I need to feel you fuck me.”
“Louder,” Scarlett urged, her own eyes dark with approval. “He needs to hear every filthy thought.”
“I want you to bend me over this chaise,” Jasmine cried out, her fingers working faster. “I want you to hold my hips and take me from behind until I scream. I want you to come all over my ass, Elliott. I want to feel it.”
Elliott surged forward, but Scarlett’s hand shot out, pressing firmly against his chest. “Not yet,” she said, her tone leaving no room for argument. “You watch. You listen. You take it.” She turned her attention back to Jasmine. “Now get over here. Show him what he’s waiting for.”
Scarlett guided Jasmine to the chaise, bending her over the arm so her round ass was presented to Elliott. Scarlett’s palm landed on one cheek with a sharp, stinging smack that made Jasmine cry out. “Look at this,” Scarlett said to Elliott. “This is all for you. Every inch of her is yours to use. Tell her what you see.”
Elliott’s voice was a dark, ragged thing. “I see my perfect girl. So fucking wet and ready. I see where I’m going to be.”
“Good,” Scarlett purred. She traced a finger through Jasmine’s slick folds, then brought it to Jasmine’s lips. “Taste yourself. Taste what you’re doing to him.”
Jasmine opened her mouth, sucking Scarlett’s finger clean, her own flavor bursting on her tongue. The submission was dizzying.
Scarlett leaned down, her red hair a curtain around their faces. “Now,” she whispered, the word thick with promise. “Now he can have you. But you don’t let him come until I say. You ride him. You control him. Make him beg for it.”
She stepped back, a queen relinquishing the stage. Jasmine turned, her body aching with need, and pushed Elliott back onto the leather. She climbed over him, lowering herself slowly, taking just the head of his cock inside her with a shuddering, exquisite stretch. She held there, her full lips parted on a silent cry, making him feel every trembling inch of her surrender.
Chapter 4
Jasmine held Elliott deep inside her, the stretch a sweet, burning ache. His breath came in harsh pants against her neck, his hands gripping her hips like anchors. Scarlett’s voice sliced through the charged silence, cool and commanding from the shadows.
“Don’t move, Elliott. Not a fucking inch.” She circled them, her gaze predatory. “You feel that? That’s her taking everything you have. Now, Jasmine… talk to him. Tell him what his cock feels like.”
Bracing her hands on his chest, Jasmine began to move, a slow, torturous roll of her hips. “It’s so thick,” she moaned, the words tumbling out raw and unfiltered. “You fill me up completely. I can feel you in my stomach.” She leaned down, her full lips brushing his. “You like watching me use you, don’t you? You like seeing your serious man come apart.”
“Yes,” he rasped, the single word strained.
“Louder,” Scarlett demanded, her hand stroking Jasmine’s sweaty back. “Make him say it.”
“Tell me, Elliott,” Jasmine whispered, picking up her pace, the slap of skin on skin echoing in the small room. “Tell me what I am.”
His blue eyes, wild behind his glasses, locked onto hers. “You’re my perfect fucking slut,” he growled, his composure shattering. “Ride me. Use me. Just don’t stop.”
Scarlett’s laugh was a dark, approving hum. “Good boy. Now, Jasmine… touch yourself. Let him watch you come all over his cock. Show him what he does to you.”
One hand slid between their joined bodies, her fingers finding her swollen clit. The dual sensation—the hard thrust of him inside, the frantic circles outside—drove a sharp cry from her lips. “I’m so close,” she chanted, her rhythm becoming erratic, desperate. “Oh God, Elliott… right there!”
“Look at her,” Scarlett murmured, her own breath catching. “Look at your girl fall apart. She’s all yours. Now take her.”
Elliott’s control snapped. With a guttural sound, he surged up, driving into her with a punishing, deep rhythm that stole the air from her lungs. Jasmine’s climax ripped through her, a blinding wave of pleasure that clenched around him, milking him desperately. She screamed his name, her body convulsing as his own release followed, hot and pulsing deep within her, the intense, claiming heat of it wringing a final, shuddering sob from her throat.
For a long moment, there was only the sound of their ragged breathing in the dark room. Slowly, gently, Elliott guided her down to lie atop him, his arms wrapping around her trembling form. Scarlett watched them, a faint, satisfied smile on her lips, before she silently unlocked the door and slipped out, leaving them in the private, spent silence.