Free Use Experiment Ch. 02

Upon waking up to an alarm, Graham couldn't help but kiss Georgia's forehead.

"Evening gorgeous," he whispered, "fancy having a shower together?"

Her eyes blurry, Georgia looked up at this genuinely innocent man and was happy she'd met him first, before the inevitable corruption.

"I thought you wanted to put my cock between my cheeks?" She teased, moving onto her side and jiggling her voluptuous ass.

"I'd love to, but if I do, I'll want to fuck you again, and seeing as I haven't eaten since the plane food I barely have the energy. But I promise," he declared, "before we leave this hotel before the study ends, I'll do just that, and while I'm there I might as well fuck your ass properly. Sound good?"

Still dozy and dazed, Georgia rolled her eyes, keen on the plan but not willing to be strung along. "As long as you don't get distracted by more beautiful women during that time, sure," she answered casually.

"I can't imagine that would be possible," Graham said with a smile, causing Georgia's heart to melt, because she knew that, when he said it, he meant it.

After showering together and washing each other, they dressed and headed to reception, where Georgia grabbed her room key, but got permission to leave her suitcase behind the desk until after dinner.

Heading into the dining room, there seemed to be a commotion, with people lining up at the entrance. Sneaking through, Georgia's hand tightly held in his, Graham soon discovered why this was, and could understand why there was a commotion.

Just at the entrance to the dining room, five foot six Rayne had apparently just randomly bent a large black woman over a dining table, and was now fucking her with no consideration for the environment, having thrown his own clothes on the floor, yet appeared to have only lifted the woman's skirt and lowered her underwear.

Graham stood motionless for a few moments, before shrugging his shoulders and heading towards an empty table, Georgia following closely after.

"Excuse me, sir," one of the waitresses ran up to him, "you need to join the queue."

"My partner and I will be taking this table thank you," Graham said pleasantly, "and could we please have the wine menu? I enjoy something fuller-bodied," he said with a wink to Georgia, although looking over to where Rayne was still porking the very large woman, he added, "but not too much body."

Aware she was caught in a bind, the waitress nodded and walked off to fetch menus, avoiding the ongoing ruckus as she did so. Shaking his head, Graham was concerned that he would start accepting this sort of behaviour as normal by the end of the week. Maybe it would be worth having a quiet word with Rayne, or if that failed, perhaps even gathering the remaining eight men together and privately insisting he toned it down, although that was assuming Rayne was one of a kind.

As the waitress returned with the menus, it seemed like Rayne was done with his woman, pulling out to reveal a fairly lengthy but slim cock, he finished himself off over her generous buttocks, the thick white semen contrasting against her dark brown skin. Not even waiting until she'd gained her breath, Rayne picked up his clothing and walked off without even offering his companion a basic farewell, and it was some minutes before she gathered either the breath or the courage to re-sort her clothing and walk out of the restaurant, whereupon Georgia and Graham had ordered their meals and an Australian Shiraz. Many eyes followed her as she left, in the same way they had with Rayne, although the mood appeared more sympathetic with the poor woman, while Rayne had left in a thick cloud of mutterings, not that he seemed to give a damn.

As they left the atmosphere immediately grew less tense, although the separate arrivals of two more men, both of whom were unfamiliar to Graham, caused minor kerfuffles, likely by those worried they would be the next victim of a public display, although one arrived with a lady already in-tow, the two seeming as smitten as Graham and Georgia, neither of who paid much attention to either arrival, still so focused were they on the other, talk having moved onto their childhoods, and discussions over how they wanted their lives to be in the future, with both pleased by the similarities.

Things went well up until dessert, where halfway through her Baked Alaska an older woman in a white coat came up to Georgia, where they had a whispered conversation, Graham unable to pick anything up due to the background noise. As the older lady left, Georgia looked embarrassed.

"I'm going to have to leave after I've finished this," she pointed at her food. "That was my direct boss, and she was letting me know I have several work tasks to complete, so I likely won't be free for the next few days."

"Surely you could come up to the room when you're finished?" Graham asked, his mouth full of apple pie.

Georgia looked uncomfortable as she considered her answer. "It was suggested that I should give you some space, in case my presence was interfering with your behaviour."

"Surely those instructions are in effect interference?" Graham considered thoughtfully. "What if I just tell her she has to let you go? That's within the confines of the instructions I was given. In fact, me saying that you have to stay with me for the whole week is also permittable." Studying her face, Graham sensed there was something he hadn't been told. "Unless there's something I don't know or haven't considered."

Squirming in her seat, Georgia was practically answering the question but seemed unable to go into detail. "Look, you've already told me you'll spend time with me towards the end of the week. I also have no claim on you greater than anyone else, nor do I just belong to you, so it wouldn't hurt for you to spend some time exploring and experimenting." Finishing the last of her Baked Alaska, she started preparing to leave, intentionally not looking straight at him.

Feeling upset, Graham buried his instant wish to cause a scene, aware that she seemed just as unhappy with the decision as he did.

"Okay," he spoke softly, placing his hand on hers, "I partly understand that, and I recognise that things aren't black and white. However, and I want to make this clear," he spoke just for Georgia, his voice low and direct, "should neither I nor you gain feelings for anyone else in the time that we have left, I expect you in my suite on our last night. And," he added, "if or when I have any nights alone in my room, I insist that you join me. Oh, and tell your boss I said she needed to organise your non-working hours to give us a good many hours together."

Her smile was thin and pale as Georgia shrugged at these demands, "You're assuming that I want to," she said, a slight wobble to her voice.

"According to the studies rules," Graham said as he sniffed the wine's bouquet once more, "that doesn't matter. And if your boss refuses, she must leave the study."

Shaking her head, Georgia kissed Graham gently on the forehead. "You think you've got it all figured out, don't you?" She spoke softly but warmly, her smile now fuller and more honest.

"They made the rules," he replied, a smile in his eyes, "I'm just following them."

Before she left, Graham held Georgia's hand tightly, before letting go, allowing her to leave, his eyes following her backside as she wiggled out of the dining room to god knows where within the hotel grounds. When she finally left, he considered his options and decided to go see what entertainment the reception suggested.

Walking into the main lobby, he was delighted to see no queue at the reception, and walked straight up to a tall, slim, black girl behind the counter, tapping on a screen.

"Good evening," he spoke politely, "are you free for some advice?"

"I'll be right with you sir," she answered automatically, Graham noting her name badge read 'Clara', before a look of panic crossed her face, "I mean, I'm available now!" In a hurry she almost dropped the tablet, the expression of panic doubling as she did so. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to tell you no," she gasped, "it was an automatic response..." but Graham interrupted by raising a hand.

"You've not done anything wrong," he informed her gently, "I asked you. I didn't demand, command or insist, so no 'crime' has been committed." Bending over and lowering his voice conspiratorially, he beckoned Clara closer. "I recognise the rules are new to us all, so please, don't panic. If it helps," he winked, "I give you permission to make mistakes, and no man can override that." Although unsure how well that would stand up to a review of the rules, it at least helped Clara to relax as she believed and needed it to be true.

"Oh, thank you, sir," she answered gratefully, "that is appreciated. It's just," she waved her hands about in exasperation, "it's like, if I get it wrong I could lose my goddamn job and..." taking a breath, she urged herself calm. "Now," she said with a smile on her face, placing the tablet she'd just waved about on the countertop, "how can I help you?"

"I was merely wondering," Graham grinned, "if you could suggest which of your entertainments was the most appropriate for a solo traveller?"

"Well sir," Clara answered with relief and genuine cheer, "the pool is closed between ten pm and four am for cleaning, but otherwise it's fully lit and free to use until then. We also possess a casino, an arcade, library, spa with masseuse, a theatre which tonight is a cabaret with a variety of acts..."

"Ooh, that," Graham interrupted, "that sounds nice, what time?"

"The theatre opens at Seven pm sir," Carla answered immediately, " for a seven thirty start. Obviously, due to everything going on, there's no fee, but I could book you a seat in a box?"

"That would be lovely, thank you," he replied with a smile, "if there's a seat left that would be great, not sure I'd be keen to sit alone."

"No problem sir, it's the final box seat, and I'm quite certain those sitting with you will cherish your presence," as she spoke, her eyes glinting mischievously, causing Graham to blush bright red.

Happy with the seat and with only half an hour before show time, Graham left Carla with a sly smile, and headed towards the arcade, keen to see if there were any classic machines. His mind focused on what was before him, he was startled by a gentle tap on the shoulder.

"Pardon me," a deep voice asked, "may I speak to you?"

Turning around, Graham was greeted by a tall, well-built, blonde white man, probably a year or two younger than his own twenty-five years, his accent screaming northern Europe, his pale skin confirming this. Less welcoming were the two ladies he could see standing close by, clearly watching their conversation.

"Of course," Graham answered politely, sticking out his hand, "I'm Graham by the way."

"Sven," the blonde guy answered, smiling happily and returning the handshake strongly, "it is nice to meet other boy here! I have just arrived but you are first I meet!"

"There's a few of us," he responded, not wanting to discuss what they were like, in case he had to mention Rayne, "but it'll be nice when all ten of us have arrived."

"I do not know," Sven frowned, "not if means more competition with these lovely ladies!"

Graham wasn't so sure about how lovely the two who were watching were, as he recognised them as the two who had insulted Georgia in the elevator.

"That's one way to look at it," Graham answered, "but you wanted to speak to me, so, how can I help?"

"Ah, yes," Sven spoke cheerfully, "I have question. I was hoping that you allow Nadia here to talk again, Claudia says it was silly misunderstanding, but rules are rules yes?"

Shaking his head, Graham couldn't help but frown. "Not quite a misunderstanding, Nadia called the young lady I was with fat and insisted she would be a better partner for me."

"Hmm..." Sven frowned, giving the brunette, assumingly called Nadia, some big side-eye. "That is not good, and that is not what Claudia say," he glared at the willowy blonde, "but," Sven coughed, "I would like threesome with these two, and people are noy silent when Sven is getting to it!" He beamed at this, causing even Graham to laugh. "So, if you allow her to speak, Nadia will apologise?"

Debating this, Graham decided to give her the benefit of the doubt.

"If Nadia can apologise honestly," Graham spoke carefully, "and agrees not to badmouth anyone else within the study again, I shall agree."

Flashing his eyelashes at Nadia, Sven was obviously keen to get his dick wet, and even Graham could see that both Nadia and Claudia were attractive, even if he preferred his partners to be nice people as well as good-looking. Nadia's expression however gave her face the appearance of a slapped arse, and she shook her head vehemently in response.

"Really Nadia?" Graham mocked, "So rather than apologise for insulting someone, you're okay with missing out on sex with a Scandinavian hunk?"

It looked like Nadia would rather stick to her principles than get a big stick, standing there with her lips pursed but Claudia wasn't having it, punching her in the arm.

"Get it together you idiot," her friend hissed, "because if you don't do this, I'll just get someone else to be our third."

Sven nodded in agreement, causing panic to fill Nadia's face. She paused, considering what to do next, her eyes flicking from Sven to Graham. She eventually came to a decision, pointing to her mouth briefly.

"You can speak if it follows the rules," Graham allowed.

"I am sorry for insulting your friend this morning," she spoke flatly, "it was rude of me, and I recognise that I was being unpleasant."

Although he did not truly believe the honesty of that sentence, Graham appreciated that she said it.

"Okay," he answered stiffly, not showing any emotion on his face, "I will accept that you can do as Sven tells you, as long as it does not contradict these further rules." Graham did his darndest to not grin as he watched her face fall, mostly succeeding. "No bitchiness to anyone else here, and, most importantly, you must be kind." Her face lighting back up, Graham couldn't help but smile. He wanted to be vengeful and angry, but it just wasn't in his nature.

"Oh, okay," Nadia replied, seemingly stunned at the leniency and kindness, "well, thank you."

"You're welcome. Now, go have fun, you crazy kids!" He laughed as Nadia, still stunned, was practically dragged away by Sven and Claudia, and he was jealous that they'd get to have a threesome, something he'd never personally experienced. Looking at his phone, he realised less than five minutes had gone by, so he continued on to the arcade, where he was amazed by original cabinets with Donkey Kong and Frogger, alongside more modern classics like the Star Wars Trilogy Arcade, House of the Dead and Street Fighter II: Champion Edition, along with an assortment of others. Who needed the casino when you had classics like this?

Several quarters later (all provided), Graham made his way towards the theatre. He walked up the stairs to the box, taking in the ghastly attempt at opulence, he couldn't help but smile at the attempt to mimic classic Victorian architecture, more reminiscent of something from the moulin rouge, cheap and tawdry.

Looking down to see the scatterings of an audience down below, he was the first person up to the box, which suited him fine, as he was happy with a beer in his hand, watching the ladies down below in the stalls milling about, 'admiring' the outfits that were being worn, or barely worn anyway, one seriously gifted audience member threatening to spill out at any moment.

The theatre wasn't large, probably a hundred people, and with the hotel's reduced capacity it was probably, at best two thirds full, and as the show started Graham wondered if he was going to be the only one in the box, the familiar refrain of 'cabaret' from Cabaret starting to play. It was just as the performers appeared that three women walked up the stairs, one of whom was obviously bladdered, supported by a familiar woman. Black and, incredibly large, she was the same one who'd had a rogering from Rayne, but she was smiling as if nothing had happened, and only rolled her eyes at Graham as she helped her drunk friend take the correct seat of the four she could see.

The third was also familiar, and Graham smiled to see her.

"Carla," he whispered over the refrain of 'life is a cabaret, old chum,'" it's nice to see you out of your uniform," he froze, realising how it sounded, "I mean, not wearing, I mean, not standing behind reception." He paused, still not entirely sure that he'd cleared things up, but at least silence couldn't make things worse.

"Don't worry," Carla replied in a whisper, her mouth very close to Graham's ear, "I understand," she spoke with a wink, " but maybe later."

Quite unsure how to take that, Graham instead focused upon the music below, transitioning from Cabaret to Cats, Phantom of the Opera to Wicked, and even a little bit of Reefer Madness, with a variety of costume and background changes. It was enjoyable, yet Graham struggled to take her eyes off Carla and her friends, who despite their condition, all seemed to be enjoying the show. As it ended, they applauded harder than anyone, and he couldn't help but see as she talked quietly to her friends before supporting drunky to walk down the stairs.

Graham was disappointed by their lack of response, but as he left the box he was surprised by Carla waiting for him at the bottom.

"Sorry I ran off," she got in before Graham could say anything, "I just wanted to help Gina get Lois down the stairs safely."

"I assume drunky is Lois," Graham surmised, "and the other lady was Gina."

"Yes, please don't judge Gina by what happened earlier," Carla pleaded, "she didn't have a choice but to fuck him."

"I'd assumed that," Graham considered the five foot five Rayne and approximately six foot Gina, and couldn't see the latter naturally choosing the former, no matter the size of his cock, "and have no judgements. Were you friends before this experiment, or just meet up here?"

"What? You think I can't make friends?" Carla laughed, showing she was joking, "I have to get them drunk first?"

"Well, actually, now you mention it..." Graham teased, although he regretted it as he found himself on the wrong side of a fed-up glare.

"You're an idiot," Carla rolled her eyes at him, causing Graham to shrug, an innocent look on his face.

"I have been told..." He agreed, which elicited a rye smile.

"You might be an idiot, but you're still cute." Looking around for her friends, she gestured for Graham to follow her, which he did instantly, wandering down an empty corridor behind Carla. Graham couldn't help but stare at her bottom. She might have been black, but she was no caricature, her ass had curves but it was from work-outs, not fat, and he definitely admired it. Not that she appeared to notice as they exited the corridor.

Spotting her friends at the bar, Carla sighed, as Lois definitely didn't need any further lubrication.

" Oh for fucks sake," Carla sighed again, a Californian twang apparent through her frustration, "I can never trust Gina with Lois. This is why Lois is already drunk, because Gina was supposed to be watching her carefully. But Lois either whines her way to more drink, or she just runs to the next bar so Gina can't catch up."

Graham couldn't help but be touched at her concern over her friends, even if he knew Gina had probably been otherwise engaged with a thin dicked prick against her will. "It's nice you're thinking about them," he said kindly, not mentioning anything that happened at dinner but was surprised by Carla laughing maniacally at him.

"Fuck right off!" She giggled, "They're complete bellends, and usually I'd leave them to it, but after seeing how you acted with that bellend who properly slagged off Georgia, I feel like I need to be a better, nicer person."