They all laughed at that and the other two bankers happily devoted their attention to Leaf, one of them pinching her thigh so she squealed while the other kissed her neck and blushed at his daring.
Crystal could put off the inevitable no longer. She was half hot and shivering in delight while her two men were about to peak.
“The computer’s going off line,” she told Gunnar desperately.
“Look!” he cried. “Talk about celebrities. Isn’t that the Mayor of New York that just came in?”
Heads swiveled while Crystal made her decision. She was caught in the game now. She felt a wild desire to top Gunnar’s wildness. She slid off the banquette seat. She pulled the top of the tablecloth over her head. Suddenly she was in a gloom world of laps and legs, but there was plenty of room. In the murk the two cocks stuck up like beacons, each gleaming with the grease, looking dark, hard and dangerous.
Up above Gunnar kept the attention diverted. She heard his voice babbling on. She grabbed Weber’s prick and sucked it into her mouth. She didn’t have much time, so she gave him a hard demand pull. It was sheer ecstasy for that lucky individual. He almost rose in his seat, but she held his thighs down. The cock bucked in her mouth. She felt his sex freeze.
Up above, Weber gripped his glass as his body locked in an exquisite, taken spasm of muscles. He spurted fast, hot darts of male cum, fucking into Crystal’s mouth beneath the table.
She almost died with delight at milking off the banker’s cock.
“Oh, my goodness!” he cried softly, and gave his spurting liquid to her in hot bursts of pleasure.
As Crystal drank the exploding prick, she rubbed her own cunt and relished the hot, tight contact, getting reckless and careless. She moaned in joy and sucked greedily on the taken cock, determined to empty both males— and let smart ass Gunnar find a way to cover it.
Gunnar did. His hand shot out and set a full glass of ice water tumbling into Leaf’s lap across the way. Leaf struggled up with a cry, her two partners coming with her, while all the attention went focused on her sexy little belly, where the men were happy to pat and rub with napkins.
Weber finished his spurts and sank back. Crystal gave his cock a farewell squeeze. Her mouth and throat were coated with rich, virile semen, and she was about to complete a fabulous serial suck, one cock right after the other.
Hunt had the advantage of knowing what was coming and shoved his prick into her mouth in wild delight. She was so startled she let him deep throat her for long moments while she held her breath. That was a wise decision.
His cock felt the smoothness of her indrawn cheeks as she sucked it into the soft slickness of her throat. It burned with wild pleasure as he sensed the deep penetration into the lovely face and body.
“Why— why not?” he gasped in heavenly awe, and let his semen go.
She pulled back so she could lightly munch on his prick meat as he gushed. The secret of a good cocksuck was to give the guy a fairly strong ride, because his loss of aggression in the passive act needed to be equalized by laying a heavy trip on him. A man had once told Crystal that good oral sex always left his cock with an ache afterwards, but it was all pleasure while it happened. The excitement was worth the later distress.
She milked Hunt hard. He went through exquisite pleasures, feeling his cock nerves thrilled beyond their limits, forcing the deep gut spurting reaction. He laid forceful squirts of crazed male pleasure into her mouth, which she drew out of him and swallowed in wild glee. Gunnar might’ve started this weird action, but she gave it a finish he never dared hope for.
Upstairs, Gunnar managed to keep the confusion going while pretending to help clear up the mess the spilled water created. There was such an uproar that a waiter and a busboy came running, which was fine for Crystal. Everybody stood up, milled around, tilting the table dangerously this way and that, so that she could reappear as if she’d slipped down momentarily and was recovering. She didn’t know how Hunt and Weber managed to cover their open zippers and spent cocks, but they did. A few minutes later, order was restored, the party sat down again, all buttoned up, and she was filled with the rich spill of two consecutive cocks. She grinned at Gunnar in triumph.
Gunnar’s wolfish face looked annoyed. She saw that he thought she’d carried the game too far— but that’s what he got for putting this sort of demand upon her. He wanted her to secretly sex the two men under the table — well, she’d showed him how to do it right!
The only trouble was he had more jollies in mind for the rest of the evening!
“What do you mean— go to the company apartment?” she asked Gunnar angrily when they’d left the restaurant and he drew her aside while the others looked for a cab.
“Just that. I want us locked solid with Hunt and Weber. I can’t have one without the other, because they’re buddies. The other two don’t count.”
“I’m no hooker!” she protested bitterly. “I’ve already done too much for your friends.”
“Oh, you’ll put out,” he told her. “I can make you too much trouble for you to refuse.”
“I’m trying to help. You’re going too far, Gunnar. You can’t have unlimited license with my body, no matter how much blackmail.”
He patted her round fanny. “Just tonight, dear heart.”
She swung on him furiously, slapping his face with a blow that echoed.
“Not tonight! Not ever!”
His eyes blazed as he grabbed her arm. He told her that they were going to a company apartment that the bank maintained for out of town customers. He told her the address, as Hunt and Weber succeeded in pulling a cab to the curb. She jerked loose from him and began to run, which was possible since she wore a split skirt. Because of her heels she ran on her toes until her calves ached, losing Gunnar and his friends, losing herself in the nighttime crowds of the city that was never still. It felt good— as if she ran from her dangerous past and her even more dangerous present.
Gunnar was insane if he thought she would…
She wished she’d gone on with Leaf and the other two for a tour of night spots. There’d be a lot of kidding and fast talk but nothing serious in sex would happen with that innocent group.
It took no great brains to see Gunnar was too reckless to ever pull off a successful computer theft. He was bright enough, but took sex too seriously. Her plans were infinitely subtle, carefully worked out so that she siphoned off small amounts and transferred the losses from one budget to another until it became a tax deduction. If a certain amount was going to be sent to the government in taxes anyway, nobody looked too closely at those deductions. It was already lost money. Whatever the company could save in deductions was most welcome.
The tax people seldom bothered with challenges of a few thousand dollars, especially when the whole company’s financial affairs were serviced by a computer. Even tax people thought computers were honest.
She had poured over the company’s complete financial set-up for long hours, preparing the way. Once her “Starshell” system started to operate, she was further protected that if a programmer challenged her special accounts she knew of it instantly and could wipe out that part of the computer’s memory. Then it was merely a machine mistake, and everybody knew that computer start-ups always meant early mistakes. It took a long time for company executives to get used to a new computer and work the bugs out.
But Gunnar— too reckless — too impulsive. They were bound to get caught. It was bitter, bitter to have just set up everything so nicely and then have this madman nail her!
She walked a few more blocks, calming down, remaining lost in the misery of her entrapment. Then she hailed a cab and went to the address of the company apartment.
Gunnar expected her, the crud! He merely gave her his insolent grin.
“I knew you’d come, but I didn’t know how long it would take.”
“How did you know, Gunnar?” she asked wearily, defeated.
“You think I’m stupid, Crystal. The challenge is— if I’m stupid, you’re smarter. If you’re smarter, you should be able to outfox me, save yourself, shake me off, and come out clean.”
“That’s correct.” Give him his points.
“I accept the challenge. Now take off your clothes.”
“I will not!”
He caught her by the hand and led her into the apartment living room. The place was big, elegantly furnished, but impersonal. Hunt and Weber both jumped up with anticipatory smiles. She stood there like a fool, listening to an argument break out between the two friends as to who would be first. Talk about a girl being set up as a piece of meat! She spun on her heel to go, but Gunnar, who’d listened to the debate with a delighted grin, caught her
