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Chris pulls out a second condom, Leah moans freely as it gets slowly rolled onto her. Her last coherent thought is,
Well, now, this is interesting
....

    Jacen takes a hand from Liam’s deck and isn’t mentally there at all for his appointment with Claudia that night. When he bends her over and fucks her doggy style, he pretends she’s Leah in the green dress and red wig, even though Jacen has never had to fantasize to enjoy sex before. The real thing has always been enjoyable enough on its own. It makes him feel bad for Claudia’s sake, since he’s been with her for months. It feels like he’s cheating her out of the full experience of what she’s paying him for. But Claudia doesn’t seem to notice. In fact, she tells him some of her more secret fantasies as they screw, with Jacen pounding her wet pussy from behind, dreaming of being buried balls-deep in Liam’s sweet ass. And when she mentions that she wants to see Jacen fuck another man while she watches, Jacen comes with a guttural moan, nearly passing out from the force of it as his vision whites out and he pumps into her, trying to maintain it until she comes too. He expertly fingers her clit, rubbing it until she orgasms and he’s out of there twenty minutes later, showered and dressed.
    When he gets home, Liam is already there, which is unsurprising since Jacen’s appointment was at nine, two hours later than Liam’s. What does surprise Jacen is that Liam is just starting to get undressed when he goes upstairs to check on how things went.
    Standing at the door to Liam’s bedroom suite, Jacen pushes his hands into his jeans’ pockets in case there’s a repeat of his Liam-induced boner. He feels his throat go dry at the sight of Liam in a bathrobe, golden hair dusting his tan forehead, the red wig laid carefully on a mannequin head on his dressing table. He’s still painted with the elegant make-up, false eyelashes, lipstick and earrings. His bare, smooth legs protrude from the robe, his feet unclad as well, and Jacen secretly hopes that Liam is naked under the robe, or maybe wearing just the lace thong.
    The cold pit of shame grows larger.
    He can’t speak at first, going suddenly self-conscious like he’s some nervous kid, and Jacen is so totally unused to something like that happening to him that he’s at a loss. Staring at Liam, his heart beating more strongly than it should, he apologizes with his eyes and lingers where he is as Liam removes the earrings from the holes in his earlobes, watching the reflection of Jacen’s imposing form in the mirror.
    “Hey. How was Claudia?”
    Jacen grunts, shrugs, thinking,
Boring as hell until I started to pretend she was you, bent over, wet and willing, and begging for my cock.
    “That exciting, huh?” Liam chuckles. “Damn.”
    He grabs a jar and unscrews the lid, taking a swipe of some white cream and smearing it over his face.
    “Y-yeah, uh. Nothing really to report,” Jacen stumbles. “How was Leah received? Was she punished for being a bad girl or something?” He regrets the tease even before it leaves his mouth.
    Liam glances downward, away from Jacen, and Jacen opens his mouth to apologize when Liam says, “Funny you say that. It kind of did start like that.” He stops there, letting the suggestion hang between them, floating invisible on the air currents.
    Knowing he shouldn’t ask, that he should just make sure Liam is all right and talk about something else, Jacen ignores logic and asks, “Did he spank you?”
    Yanking out a few tissues from the box, Liam wipes away the cold cream and considers his reply. “No. Nothing like that. It was....” He pauses there, debating whether he is actually going to talk about this or not. They hardly ever seriously divulge the details of their appointments with clients with each other. Liam can count on one hand the number of times Jacen has explained to him anything specific about what transpired and it was always after a bad experience, to explain