Svetlana removed her fist from my cock, rolled me over onto my back, swiftly removed the silky panties that were caressing my balls, and walked away from the bed. Sara entered the room with the large bag of ice, while Svetlana put the KY and her panties away. I looked down at my cock, and was disappointed to see that the few thrusts that I had enjoyed, had wiped away any trace of Svetlana's lipgloss.
The two girls were very businesslike and methodical, as they used the ice to make my erection disappear. Svetlana reverted back to her cold self, and wouldn't even make eye contact with me. Within a couple of minutes, I was back in the cock-cage, with the worst case of blue balls in my life. Sara tidied up the pool house and left to discard the ice. Svetlana managed to get my jeans on me, with my hands still tied behind me. However, she was very clinical about it, and told me to be quiet when I tried to talk to her.
After I was dressed, Sara returned. They kept my hands tied behind my back and walked me straight into Adrian's office. He was sat at his desk and looked pissed. There was a red, heart-shaped silk pillow in front of his desk. As I approached it, I wondered if it was Svetlana's or Sara's. I felt physically sick as I saw a different name embroidered, in the same white thread as the girls' pillows. This sucky pillow bore the name "Chrissy" in large white letters.
Svetlana twisted my ear sadistically and I cried out in pain. She pulled me to my knees by my ear, and I knelt on my own personal sucky pillow. From my vantage point on my knees, I could see Adrian's desk had been cleared, except for one thing. The Barbie Pink lipgloss container sat right on the edge of his desk.
"He tried to make me leave you, Adrian," Svetlana began. "We got it all on tape."
Even though I was in a very compromising position, and was about to get some kind of punishment from Adrian, my only thought was of Svetlana. I thought we had made a connection, when she had ridden me to multiple orgasms. It felt so real when we had kissed tenderly. She was about to give me a handjob, before Sara disturbed us. She promised to suck me off, at my next cage cleaning. To learn that it was all an elaborate setup, really made my heart sink. I liked Svetlana a lot, and she was just fucking with me for fun.
Sara held up her phone and pressed play. My voice was on the recording, and it was very incriminating. I was telling Svetlana she should leave Adrian, and come and live with me.
"He already paid for your "D" cups," the recording began. "He has changed your eyes from your beautiful natural green to his preferred shade of piercing blue. He has lightened and lengthened your hair over the last few months. You are now a platinum blonde like his other two bimbos. At some point you will look like identical triplets and will have no individual identities."
Adrian motioned to Sara that he had heard enough, and she silenced the recording. Adrian got up from his chair and walked around to where I was kneeling. I resigned myself to the fact that he was going to force me to suck him off, in front of my wife and Svetlana. Maybe even gloss my lips, with the pink lipgloss on his desk. Make me his bitch.
"I am very disappointed with your disloyalty, Chris," he began sternly. "I am quite surprised that you would try and fuck me. It makes me want to fuck you back," he continued ominously. "However, I am going to resist acting out of emotion, and decide an appropriate punishment for you, based on your transgressions."
Svetlana, who was probably getting wet at my degradation, spoke up cheerfully.
"There's more Adrian. Chris got a job offer. Well actually two."
"Chris already has a fucking job," Adrian said menacingly. "A very well paid job."
"Well, apparently Chris has a written job offer from Boeing and Equifax. They are competing for his services," Svetlana said, completely embellishing the situation.
Adrian's face clouded over, as he processed the depth of my disloyalty to him. Not only had I tried to steal one of his bitches, I had sought alternate employment. I lowered my head as I realized I had been totally set up by Svetlana.
"Where is the direct contact information of the people who offered you both jobs?" he asked.
"In my phone, front jeans pocket," I answered, dreading what was coming next.
"Svetlana?" Adrian said expectantly, as the young girl knelt in front of me and extricated my iPhone from my pocket.
She held it up to my face to unlock it and Adrian spoke.
"What is the name of the direct contact at Boeing?"
After I gave him the name and email address, he repeated the question for the Equifax offer. Once Adrian had that information, he called Sara and Svetlana over to his computer. Svetlana, presumably the technologically savvy one, took the keyboard and the three of them worked on something, as the girls giggled away incessantly. A few minutes later, the printer fired up and Sara handed Adrian a printed document. Adrian stood and walked back over to where I was still kneeling, with my hands bound behind my back.
"I gave them a little more information to digest, before they finalize your offer," he said with a laugh.
