Venus School of Sex Ch. 21

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As soon as Justin got off the phone with Olivia he called Chris.

"Happy Hour, the Lounge, Wednesday."

Chris gave a loud whoop of excitement.

"Awesome. So, how do we want to do this?"

"Approach her together," said Justin. "See if she recognizes us. If not, we ask her to dance."

"If she does... we ask her to dance." Chris laughed.

"Exactly."

Both of them could feel adrenaline pumping in excitement, unfortunately they couldn't use all that energy until Wednesday. This Happy Hour had to go better than the ones before. For one, they knew that Jessica was single now. For two, they both knew that she was definitely compatible with them. Approaching girls who had never played around with BDSM wasn't always a good move because it wasn't something either one of them wanted to give up entirely, and if the girl wasn't interested they had learned that they never felt completely sexually satisfied. It sucked, but was true.

With Jessica they knew exactly what they were getting. She was their dream girl... and they were each secretly hoping to be her dream guy. Or, well, not so secretly. But discreetly at least.

******

On Wednesday Jessica decided to wear one of her nicer new outfits to work, from the clothes she and Hilary had bought on Saturday. A form-fitting pink blouse with a few ruffles around the neckline to distract from how low-cut it was and a wide black belt that separated it from the grey pencil skirt that went down to her knees but hugged her ass and thighs in a sexy and professional way. She even dug out her two inch pumps, figuring that she'd be sitting down for most of the day anyway. Normally she didn't care that much, but since they were going out after work she might as well take advantage and do herself up a little. A pearl necklace completed the classy / sexy / innocent look that she was going for.

During the day she kept her hair up, but once she and the girls headed out to the Lounge she pulled it out of the clip and let her curls tumble around her shoulders, feeling utterly feminine and sensual. It was nice to dress up and feel good about herself.

And the men definitely noticed the difference. Not just the ones that she worked with, but other men around the bar eyed her appreciatively. Saucily tilting her head up, Jessica added a little extra bounce and sway to her walk, letting her hips roll.

"You've turned into a sex kitten," Hilary whispered to her giggling. Jessica giggled too.

"I mean, that was the idea right?"

"Just leave some men for the rest of us," Hilary said.

Jessica rolled her eyes. "I don't think that will be a problem. You look fantastic, as always."

"Maybe," said Hilary, modestly. "But I've been trying to catch the eye of those two guys from marketing and both of them are too busy checking you out to even notice."

In the way that girls do, Hilary surreptitiously tilted her head as she lifted her martini glass, and rolled her eyes towards the guys she was talking about, pretending to be moving her head to take a drink. Jessica laughed, as if Hilary had said something funny, and then turned, letting her eyes roam across the entire room, without stopping. Although it was hard not to stop. The two guys that Hilary had pointed out were indeed checking her out, and they were very, very hot. Both tall with dark hair, they'd shucked off their work jackets in favor of the white button down shirts they were wearing.

Out of all the men that she'd just seen with her little room scan, they were definitely the two that she was the most attracted to. Maybe because being tall dark and handsome - and two of them - they reminded her a little bit of Flood and Fire. Then again, any tall man with dark hair reminded her of them. She'd been seeing phantom instructors every time she went out. Still, they were very cute.

"Maybe we should go talk to them," Jessica said. "I'll take the one on the right, you take the one on the left."

Hilary laughed. "Wow, that school really changed your confidence level!"

"It changed my level for so many things," Jessica responded, teasing.

"Maybe I'll go sometime," Hilary said a little wistfully. "Would you go with me if I did?"

Jessica hesitated. This was something she herself had been pondering. Go to the school and risk seeing Flood and Fire again, risk getting in deeper emotionally? Would it be better or worse if they weren't there? "I'd have to think about it. Maybe."

"Ah, the Instructors?" Hilary asked, her face lighting up like a little idea light bulb had just gone off over her head.

"Yeah, I just don't know what would be worse, having to face them and leave again, or not seeing them at all." Jessica took a long pull of her very dry martini.

Hilary made a sympathetic noise and then changed the subject, not liking seeing her friend so sad. Especially when she was supposed to be coming out to forget. She knew that she wasn't going to go to the school without Jessica though. Unlike her friend, Hilary wasn't that brave. Although she'd been intrigued by Jessica's e-books and the descriptions that Jessica had given her of the school, she'd settle for a nice vanilla man without the exploration. Unless Jessica wanted to come along and hold her hand a little. Then she'd go. But not before.

When Hilary trotted off to the bar to order another drink, Jessica was left alone for a moment. Sighing she wondered whether or not she should just leave. It was just too hard to be out and seeing men without comparing them to her instructors for last week.

"Hello," said a deep voice to her side. Jessica looked up, startled, into a pair of warm brown eyes. It was the two guys that had reminded her the most of Flood and Fire. Up close they were even more good looking, and she felt the first stirrings of interest in her body. Well that was new and welcome. Definitely the first time it had happened since she got home. Was it pure serendipity that there were two guys who resembled the instructors that she'd fallen for at her firm? Hilary would call it a sign.

"Hi," she said, smiling up at them. What a difference the Venus School had made; a month ago she would've ducked and run, way too shy to even respond to them. In fact, she was pretty sure that she recognized these guys, and that she had done exactly that the last time they'd tried to talk to her. That was pretty much her standard response to any guy that she thought was out of her league. It was too scary to talk to them and not worth the effort of trying to get over that. Now, even knowing they were out of her league, she found that she wasn't scared. Deep down she now knew that she was sexy, she knew what she wanted from men and just because they were gorgeous it wasn't going to send her running for the hills. "I'm Jessica."

"Justin," said the one who had said hello to her.

"Chris," said the other one, sidling around him so that they were standing side by side.

Wow, another Doublemint duo. They looked similar, although they had different noses, Justin had higher cheekbones and Chris' eyebrows were more arched than Justin's. Very cute, both of them. Sexy too. Okay, it might be worth sticking around if gorgeous men were going to come talk to her. She wondered why they hadn't come over before; normally two guys wanted to find two girls to talk to and Hilary still hadn't returned from the bar.

"Nice to meet you," she said.

"We snuck up on you this time," Chris said, grinning at her playfully. "Didn't want you to run again when you saw us coming."

Justin smiled, but gave Chris a warning look. That was another difference between them, Chris was obviously more playful and flirtatious whereas Justin had that dominant, "I'm going to smile at you and you're going to melt" thing going on. A thought tugged at Jessica but she dismissed it as too silly for words.

Out of the corner of her eye she saw Hilary, obviously abandoning her to the two men, as she walked over and joined another group of their co-workers who were chatting again. Traitor. But her best friend didn't look at her, so Jessica didn't have the opportunity to glare. Heat pooled in her stomach as she looked back at the men and realized that she was the focus of two very intense gazes. They looked like they wanted to eat her up. Or was she just imagining it because they reminded her so much of two other men?

Feeling overheated Jessica decided that it was time to retreat, even if they made fun of her.

"Well, I hate to tell you, bit I think I'm going to be running again actually," she said with a smile to take away the sting of her words. "I was only here for a quick drink."

Justin frowned, his eyes going to the empty martini glass in her hand. "How many of those have you had?"

"Just two."

"You just finished that one. You can leave in thirty minutes, after you have a glass of water."

He said it so simply, so matter of fact, that Jessica actually nodded before she caught herself. Then she gasped at his audacity and her response to it. Indignation flashed in her eyes. How dare he treat her like a child? They didn't even know each other.

"I'm fine," she snapped.

"Come on, let's go dance," said Chris, moving to her side and tugging at her arm. Justin nodded at her, approving this activity. Between the two of them they had her completely mentally off balance, Chris distracting her from Justin's demand, Justin distracting her from Chris' manhandling. She felt like she was being swept up like a tiny shell in an ocean wave, and she had no idea when she was going to come crashing down onto the sand.

Less then two minutes after Chris had her out on the dance floor, his body moving so close to hers but without rubbing against her in a lewd way, Justin had joined them and he had a glass of water for her. Jessica glared at him but took the glass of water. Whatever. She was thirsty and it wasn't a bad idea. After about half a glass she was debating trying to retreat, but Justin put his hands on her hips from behind, holding her in place between him and Chris. Unfortunately her body responded with absolute delight, being sandwiched between the two of them, attuned to her need for sex, her desire to be between two men.

"Drink the whole thing," he growled into her ear, and heat shivered through her. She had the straw in her mouth before she had time to think about it. Dammit. Apparently going to the school had also brought out her submissive tendencies completely, whether she was having sex or not.

She was about to pull the straw away from her mouth when Chris put his fingers under her chin, holding it in place. His eyes were smoldering with sex and lust.

"Suck," he said. Jessica automatically sucked in a mouthful of water. And then sputtered as she tried to breathe it in instead of swallowing.

Behind her, Justin laughed, wrapping his arms around her as she coughed. Ugh. How unsexy.

"Sorry sweetheart," Chris said, his eyes dancing. "I thought you'd know to swallow."

Jessica glared at him, about to take him apart for inappropriate sexual innuendo to a co-worker, when Justin's fingers stroked the sides of her hips. She had a sudden in drawn breathe down her burning throat as heat flashed through her. There was an answering flame in Chris' eyes, pinning her back against Justin. Whom she suddenly realized had a throbbing erection, pressing against her ass. Part of her wanted to move away... the other part of her wanted to grind back into him.

Her body was primed for sex. She'd gone from having multiple orgasms a day and amazing sexual experiences for two weeks straight, to nothing for the past 5 days. Now she was in a fantasy situation, with two men, who were both acting interested in her, and had her caught between them. The situation was so similar to her experience at the Venus School that her mind finally, reluctantly, caught up with what her body had been trying to tell her from the very beginning.

"You... it can't be... You're..." She floundered for words, too afraid to actually say them. Chris moved forward, trapping her between them, and she could feel her heart beating rapid-fire in her chest, her eyes were opened to their biggest as he loomed over her. The sexual response was immediate, and she tightened her thighs together as her pussy flooded. He glanced up and over her shoulder with amused and wary eyes.

"I think she's figured it out," he said. Jessica gasped. It was true.

Before she could react Justin was already moving, his fingers wrapped around her arm in a firm grip and pulling her toward the exit. "Let's go somewhere else."

Chris played rear guard. No one noticed that they were leaving.

****

It turned out Justin lived a short walk from the bar, in small brick house with beige shutters. Very manly. Very appropriate. Very confusing. Jessica felt numb, chaotic. As they'd walked she'd texted Hilary and told her that she had left, apologized for not saying goodbye and that she'd text her later. The answering text has been scolding but not upset. The two men had carried on a conversation, leaving spaces for her to join in, but not pressuring her to. Mostly about everything that they'd missed at work while being away for the past two weeks. She felt grateful, as it gave her time to get herself together.

Once they were in Justin's house he got her a glass of wine. White. The kind of drink she usually had at Happy Hour, at least when it wasn't martini night. Jessica stared at it blankly for a moment and then downed it in one gulp, which got her a glare from the man holding the bottle.

"Drink this one more slowly," he ordered.

"And if I don't?" she asked snarkily.

"Then I'll take you over my lap and spank you."

His tone brooked no room for argument and Jessica gasped at the liquid rush of lust that flowed through her. Chris' hands rubbed her shoulders from behind, guiding her towards one of the stools sitting in font of the kitchen island.

"Sit down, little one," he said. "And do what Justin says, he's feeling testy today."

Once they got her situated, the two of them moved to the other side of the island. In some ways it gave her some more space and that should have made her feel more relaxed, but it also meant that they were both looking at her again, pinning her in place with their eyes. There was no way to escape looking at them without being obvious about it. Jessica stared at her glass of wine.

"You must have questions," Justin said, and Jessica looked up, surprised. He smiled gently at her. Ah yes, Mr. Flood. All dominance and hard edged steel, until you got to the gentle caretaker underneath. "Go ahead and ask."

Of course, now that he'd opened the door, her mind was like a blank slate.

"Okay, I'll start," he said, glancing at Chris. "We've both had our eye on you for awhile."

"But you always ran when we tried to get close," Chris interrupted, winking at her. "It was enough to make a man feel intimidating." Jessica managed a weak smile. Intimidating didn't begin to cover it, but Chris' playfulness helped her to relax and feel more comfortable. Just like Mr. Fire's had. Yeah, they were still the same people that she'd spent the last two weeks with.

"When Olivia mentioned that you were going to the Venus School, well... we hadn't had a stint of Instructing for awhile and we decided to return."

"You were there because of me?" Surprise overrode her natural inhibitions, and the alcohol was probably helping too. She was honestly startled though, she'd just thought it had been some kind of crazy coincidence and they'd happened to recognize her in the bar. Hearing that they had gone there for her made her feel warm... and then angry. "So you knew who I was the entire time?"

"There's our little firebrand," said Chris, grinning at her. "I knew we couldn't keep you down for long."

"Yes, we knew," Justin said calmly, his eye catching hers like a spear. She quivered. "School policy maintains that we can't talk about that kind of thing while we're there though. And we weren't even sure if you'd like either of us."

"We were hoping to get to know you better. Find out if you were the kind of girl that would, ah, enjoy being with one of us."

They glanced at each other again, looking surprisingly off balance and vulnerable. Like they still weren't entirely sure.

"I enjoyed being with both of you," she said, fueled by the alcohol, and the tenderness that she felt seeing that they weren't as cocksure and confident as they'd been acting. The immediate beaming smiles that she got from both of them warmed her insides. She toyed with her wine glass, sliding it back and forth between her fingers on the island top. "So... what now?"

"Well, now we were hoping that you might have some mercy on us and let one of us take you out on a date," Chris said. Justin nodded. They both looked incredibly tense. Jessica felt her heart sink. Choose between them? How was she supposed to do that? Somehow they'd gotten mixed up together in her head. She liked the balance that they provided each other, the different aspects of their personalities that complemented the other's.

Taking a big enough swallow of wine that Justin's eyes narrowed at her, Jessica gathered her courage.

"I... enjoyed being with both of you," she said again. And then stopped, looking up at them with a pleading expression. Trying to say out loud what she wanted was just too hard. Too risky. Would either of them even want to be with a girl who wanted something as perverse as she did?

They both stared at her.

"Both of us?" Justin echoed. He looked at Chris. Chris looked back at him. Jessica's shoulders tensed, unable to interpret the expressions on their faces. "Huh. I hadn't realized that might happen, although I should have."

Chris grinned at him. "Me either. I can't say I'm entirely sorry though."

"No, not sorry at all," Justin said before looking back at her. Now both of them were looking at her in a way that made her insides melt into a gooey mush of organs. They weren't going to run screaming?

"Really?" she asked, unable to bear the suspense. "You don't think I'm a freak?"

They both laughed.

"Not at all," Justin said, and they both started coming around to her from different sides of the island. Jessica spun around on her stool so that she was facing away from the island, leaving her glass of wine there. "I think you just made both of us very happy. No matter which one of us you chose, the loser would have been sad to lose you and the winner would have been sad for his friend."

"I don't mind sharing at all," Chris said. "We've shared women before. Never a woman that meant anything to us but I'm willing to give it a try if you are."

Justin nodded. They were both now standing in front of her, one on either side, looking down at her as she sat on the stool. Who could believe it... Hilary had been right all along. Sometimes a girl really did get her fairy tale ending, even if it was a particularly kinky fairy tale.

"Yes," she said. "Yes, please."

That was all they needed. As they moved in on her Jessica closed her eyes and she couldn't for the life of her tell which of them kissed her first. It didn't matter. She wanted them. Both of them. Hands were on her and she had one hand on each of their shoulders, keeping her upright on the stool. The lips kissing her took control of her mouth forcefully, commanding as his tongue delved into her, claiming her. Then she was passed off to another kiss, just as demanding, just as dominant. God, could she really keep up with both of them?

They were going to find out.

One of them scooped her up in his arms and Jessica wriggled, finally opening her eyes. Justin, of course. She peeked over his shoulder to where Chris was following, grinning ecstatically at her, looking like all his dreams had come true. She glanced at Justin and caught him looking down at her with a tender expression on his face as she had been looking at Chris. They really did care about her, and just as much about each other. Neither of them showed any jealousy, not that Justin was carrying her or that she'd been watching Chris as another man held her. Hope rose in her chest. They could make this work, they really could.