This is the second part of a two-part follow-on story from Girl on a Hot Tin Roof, predominantly featuring Thea. They can be read standalone, but for back-story and completeness I'd recommend reading 'GoaHTR' first.
One
My beady little eye was peering through the tiny gap in the curtain as I surveyed the scene. There was no going back now - it was all going to play out in front of me over the next however long. It was just that at that particular moment, there was nothing much playing out.
There they were, just the four of them, chatting and drinking wine like they were on a girl's night out. Inge and a girl on one sofa, Krystyna and a girl on another, the two of them set at right-angles to each other. Two more unoccupied sofas made up a square around a central area which was covered in cushions.
To say I was surprised at the 'other two' was an understatement. I now realised why Suki had been yawning so much that morning if she was part of this little coterie. She was laughing at something Krystyna had said, a sweet little tinkle carrying across the room. She was wearing a red halter top and white culottes. Only a touch bigger than me, I knew she was late-twenties, but she looked about sixteen.
And there was Caroline McNair. The utterly drop-dead gorgeous daughter of a minor Scottish laird, she was our liaison in the Oslo office. I had only met her a couple of times, but hearing her voice was enough to turn me to jelly. It was a haughty, upper-class Scottish drawl and I had often fantasised about hearing it huskily calling my name as I did my famous little party-piece. She was wearing the same gorgeous short tartan dress she had worn to dinner, and how had I not noticed her shiny knee length boots and dark stockings earlier? Only one of my favourite looks. Fuck, was she hot?
Even Inge looked quite decent for once in a shiny, silvery-grey sheath dress that showed off her ample curves. Her eye make-up was a similar colour. In typical Inge style, she was completely oblivious to the fact that the smoke from her cigarette was bothering Caroline.
As I watched, I realised that our mezzanine floor-plan had been carefully arranged - Inge, Suki, Caroline.
And the little fall-girl just waiting to be lured into their trap.
Just as I was beginning to wonder about the lack of action, things began to change. All four heads turned to their left and all four faces simultaneously lit up in wide smiles.
For the next couple of minutes I watched as a tall, statuesque woman led in a procession of waiters and gardeners for the delectation of the assembled ladies.
Stine, Krystyna's house-keeper was in her late-thirties, a well-built, robust looking lady with eyes as blue as Inge's, thick full lips and tits I could snuggle into and play with for a long time. Indeed, I had done so only the previous night. Her hair was in her trade-mark thick blonde pigtails and they fell way past her shoulders. I recognised one of the gardeners immediately and the waiter Inge had been drooling over the previous night. All were naked and very well endowed indeed. No wonder the women were smiling and Erik was called 'Tiny'.
Finally, Erik himself entered from stage right. Krystyna stood, peeling off her beautiful dark red leather dress in preparation. She knelt in front of him and at least I now knew what she was feeling as she took him in her mouth, having done the same thing to him only a few minutes earlier downstairs.
All the other girls were in a similar position, eager mouths working on big, hard cocks; getting them ready for what was to come. Stine's guy was lapping at Krystyna's pussy as she worked on Erik and Inge and her stud shifted positions so he could attend to Stine. I could almost taste her as I watched her wriggle under his tender ministrations, her gorgeous wide mouth stretched by the huge cock she was tending to.
I was starting to get wet. It was getting to me as I carried on my recce of the room. It wasn't long before Inge was on her back on the floor, legs pointing upwards; dress rucked up around her waist as a blonde stud hammered at her. Suki was leaning over the back of a sofa being taken from behind, her eyes screwed tightly shut as her pert titties bounced. Stine was now riding cowgirl, her pigtails flailing and I was forcibly reminded of her photos and video from the previous night. I could hear Caroline urging her guy on, her gorgeous, sultry voice low but still carrying to me. "Come on Daniel, fuck this bitch, yeah? Fuck me into the middle of next week with that big cock of yours..."
For the next ten or so minutes, I watched as the scene kept changing. What had a few minutes earlier been a girl's night out was now a full-on orgy - a mass of writhing flesh that kept morphing into new positions and arrangements.
I was nowhere near ready to reveal myself yet, but I almost did inadvertently when Inge changed positions once more. She ushered her stud off her and stood, finally removing her slick silvery dress. She threw it over a chair and straddled him, her back towards me. That is when I saw her tattoo and almost pissed myself laughing.
Angel wings for fuck's sake! Fucking angel wings down both sides of her back. I had to cover my mouth with my hand I was shaking so much. Oh dear, the sheer irony of it. The complete naffness of it! She bounced energetically for a few minutes, grunting and panting out encouragement to her partner in her native tongue. I didn't need to understand a word to know it sounded utterly filthy.
After a few minutes of hard riding, she stood up and walked towards Krystyna, towing her stud by his erection. She knelt in front of her parted legs as her guy took her from behind. "The bitch isn't coming, is she? Bet she's too fucking scared..."
Krystyna unplugged Erik from her mouth and looked down. "Don't worry - I told you I've made sure she'll be here. Given her a little... incentive." She glanced at Suki. "You got the right door, yeah?"
Suki's voice was staccato as she bobbed up and down. "Sure ting, Krys. Las' on the lef' before door to naughty room!"
"Good girl." Krystyna stared at Inge. "She'll be here..." She got back to her work as Inge lowered her head between the older woman's legs and she was lost to view as her stud began to go hard at her.
It took me a moment to take in what Krystyna had said. 'I've made sure she'll be here.' I also thought back to Stine's words from the night before. That Krystyna had found a way to guarantee my attendance and compliance. The JLL letter was supposedly from Inge, but it seemed that Inge was not involved with it - it was fucking Krystyna behind it all!
Well, whatever - that could be sorted out another time. In the meantime there was a rather alarming ordeal to get through.
I felt between my legs and my panties were soaking. I slid a finger inside and bit down on my lip. I had been watching for the best part of twenty minutes and I now desperately needed some action myself. After my brief liaison with Erik, I was more turned on by the guys than I ever imagined and kept wondering what it was going to be like to take such huge cocks, presumably in each and every hole.
