Prestige

[bitter_brother]

Amy wasn't happy at all that I was leaving the hotel room in the middle of the day. She said she'd been feeling kind of nauseous since Jezebel left. Nervous. Worried that Jezebel was going to accidentally kill someone while cavorting around town. Plus, before I went to the lobby to call the Wolfram & Hart lady, Amy and I were kind of... at each

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[witch_amy]

I’m sure I breathed an audible sigh of relief when Lilah told me things were being taken care of. I mean, come: retrieval squad? You couldn’t ask for much more than that. I grabbed a pen out of my purse and some hotel stationary to quickly jot down the information on where she wanted to meet and whatnot. The entire time, I kept getting those little feedback shocks, managing to cover almost all of them, but there was still something different about these, which was just lovely, cause yeah- really not the time for things to get even weirder. From the tone of everything, I was assuming Lilaj wanted to meet now. Which was great, cause yeah, the sooner, the better, but... I bit my lip a bit at that thought. Tucker still wasn’t back. I mean, I could always leave him a note, he did go off and leave me first after all, but I would hate to have to do that. I had just been about to begin some profuse thanking when Lilah said there was someone who wanted to speak with me. Turns out it was Tucker.

Okay, what?

“Tucker? Why are you there? You went to meet with Lilah without telling me? Was she the one who called you? Where the hell have you been?” My torrent of questions was halted by another feedback shock, and I nearly had to put the phone down. “And Tucker, I think Jezebel is- well I’m not sure exactly. Pretty much what she does, I’m assuming. So nothing good.”

[bitter_brother]

Holding my breath and staring at the ceiling, I listened to Amy give me the third degree. Lilah was doing something extremely indulgent to me at the same exact moment that Amy's questions dried up, so it took a second for me to respond. When I did, I put my hand to the side of Lilah's head, hoping to steady her movements and keep her from doing something that might me, say, yell into the phone.

"Yeah, I uh... she, uh, Ms. Morgan called the dorms looking for me and wanted to set up a --" I coughed and exhaled my held breath, trying to inhale as slowly and quietly as I could. "I've been here. I was... I was checking it out and -ahem- yeah, I'll explain more later. Because you are coming here, right? We'll talk when you get here... okay?"

I looked down my body at Lilah, holding the phone away from my face. So fucking hot. So wrong. I wanted to feel guilty about it -- talking to Amy -- but part of me was proud of the fact that I could talk on the phone to my girlfriend while receiving a truly stunning blow-job from a sex-starved woman who was clearly in some kind of heat. It wouldn't be much longer that I could hold out, though. What the fuck was she trying to do to me? And could Amy feel this? What about Jezebel?

Amy didn't seem happy about my getting off the phone, but she hung up without screaming at me, so it couldn't be that bad. As soon as I heard the disconnect, I threw Lilah's phone through the open bathroom door, sending it skidding across the rug in the main room, and under the bed. Pushing off quickly against the tiles, I righted myself. Lilah's mouth came off me with an audible sucking sound as I grabbed her by the shoulders and looked at her. I really didn't know her, I realize, and I needed her help, but I had to be honest. Right? At least I had to turn the table.

"That was so fucked up," I hissed, grinning away despite the words. Shaking my head, I added, "Totally uncalled for."

She wasn't as heavy as I thought she'd be. I yanked her up by her arms and pushed her backward through the door. Her back landed on the carpet and she laughed. Laughed! Enough was fucking enough. She'd been torturing me for the past half an hour! Even though I wasn't going to last ten more (especially if Amy was headed over), I decided to make the last few minutes of sex go my way. Pinning Lilah's shoulders down with my forearms, I kicked her knees apart with mine and went diligently about fucking this manipulative bitch into the carpet.

[da_lilah]

Tucker was having a tough time holding it together while talking to Amy on the phone. The look he gave me, as I continued to go down on him, was a touch angry, but I could tell he was excited by it too. When he finished off the call, he tossed my phone into the other room. Hey, that was an expensive phone, buster. But I was too busy having fun with his penis to make an issue out of it.

Then I found myself being unceremoniously pushed backwards and off of him, and he was grabbing at me roughly, his fingers digging painfully into my upper arms. Tucker was obviously wanting some pay-back for the trick I'd played on him. Things were getting interesting.

"That was so fucked up. Totally uncalled for."

"And you loved every second of it, that grin on your face tells me so." I retorted back, tilting my head and smirking at him unrepentingly.

Without another word he pulled me to my feet and shoved me back through the doorway into the bedroom/living area. I stumbled and fell back onto my naked ass, and began to laugh. I couldn't help myself, he looked so adorable standing above me, all fired up with righteous anger and a rather erect penis. The dangerous black look he gave me though, caused a little thrill to course through me.

It was fun to give, but it was funner to receive, and I knew was about to have some grade A karma dealt back to me. Which of course, was exactly what I wanted. It was time we took the kiddy gloves off and really got down to it.
Tucker lunged closer and pushed me forcibly back on the carpet, using his weight and arms to pin me down. I felt my heart begin to race and my breath become shallower in those first few seconds of contact.

Then he was nudging my legs apart and thrusting into me hard and deep. I gasped out loud at the sheer force of his cock entering me, the pleasure and pain mixing together in a way that just made my body crave for more. I clutched at his back, digging my nails into him as he started to pound into me. My breath came in ragged pants and as his movements picked up the pace, I found myself crying out. Low guttural moans that began to get louder with every thrust. What could I say, I'd always been a bit of a screamer. I buried my face into his shoulder, trying to stifle my cries, and then I bit down hard onto the sensitive flesh there, not hard enough to break the skin, but to leave a mark. If Amy was observant, she'd notice.

I knew Tucker was close, I'd brought him to the brink so many times, that he had to be a hair's-breadth away from that final plunge. I tightened my thighs around his hips, and brought my stiletto heels up to slap at his backside as he fucked me to hell and back. That must have done because he gave a strangled cry, and then I felt him start to shudder and jerk erratically, finally spilling out his release and collapsing on top of me, boneless and spent.

I wrapped my arms around him and waited for him to recover, stroking his sweat slicked body, the back of his neck, and any other part of him within reach.

"Mmmm, that was nice." I told him as I cradled him. "I'm sore in all the right places." I leaned down and kissed his mouth languidly, tugging gently at his bottom lip with my teeth before letting go. "Much as I'd love to stay and bask in the after-glow and all that, I think we need to get a move on before your girlfriend finds us in flagrante delicto." I pushed myself up, and finally moved off to recover my clothes. Once glance in the mirror convinced me there was no way I looked anything other than deliciously and thoroughly screwed, so I turned on the shower. It would only take a couple of minutes to get clean and presentable again.

"I get first dibs." I told Tucker with a smirk, he was still lying on the floor, looking shattered. "I won't be long." And with that I closed the bathroom door on him and stepped into the steaming spray.

Well, well, our boy Tucker was showing a lot of promise, if the past half hour was anything to go by.

[bitter_brother]

Well, Jesus.

Apparently Lilah wasn't much of a cuddler. But, then again, that was okay, because we didn't have time to cuddle. I closed my eyes and just lay on the fancy carpet, waiting for my breath to come back. Any time now. With the breath. Coming back. Any second.

As I waited, I realized that all my clothes were in the bathroom that Lilah had shut herself into. Which was not awesome, but not insurmountable. I sat up, wondering where the bones in my knees and arms and back had gone, wishing that I could figure out what the fuck just happened. Business meetings? If they were like this? I wanted at least one a day. Possibly two.

I crawled over to the door and pulled myself up by the knob. It was unlocked, so I opened it.

"Getting my clothes, washing my hands," I called to Lilah, who appeared to be ... god, I thought that just happened in porn. Women don't actually lather up their breasts with soap, do they? I stood, transfixed for a moment, staring at Lilah through the frosted glass.

Do not crush out on the lawyer, Tucker. Do not crush out on your future boss. Do not crush out ever, if you can help it. But especially not on her.

I rinsed my hands off in the sink and looked at myself in the mirror. There was a big bite mark on my neck where Lilah'd bit me when she came. Huh. I put cold water on it and then scrubbed at it with a fresh towel. Then I cleaned up a couple other spots and tried to de-sweat myself a little.

"Sorry," I excused myself and just went right ahead and pissed into her toilet. Might as well. I mean, damn. She was hogging the bathroom and I had to get myself together, too. So Amy wouldn't freak out. When I was done, I flushed and the change in water pressure elicited a gasp and yelp from the shower. Haha. I guess this hotel wasn't that fancy after all. I said sorry, louder this time, and took my clothes into the suite's bedroom. Dressing quickly, I noted that whatever Jezebel had done was now over. I wasn't getting anything from her.

I sat in the chair that we'd had the "meeting" in and laced up my Chucks, looking at the folder she'd handed me about Wolfram & Hart. It sounded perfect. It sounded like what I was born for.

It's not so much "selling out" as it is buying in, I laughed to myself, reading. Lilah's shower cut off, but I stayed put. I'd just wait here, thanks. Like a pimp. Or a manwhore. Either way, it was awesome. I was exhausted, but it was awesome.