TITLE: The Mark of Power
AUTHOR: Stormrazor
PART 6
After the gym, Devon spent some time running errands and didn’t return until late afternoon. Unloading his shopping bags he found a message waiting for him on his answering machine.
“Hi, Devon, it’s Jen! Some co-workers and I are headed out to the club tonight. It’s been just a BRUTAL week. If you’d like to join us it’d be awesome. I swear you’ll have a good time! You just have to come.... You know how I love it when you come!” He could hear her grin and his cock stirred in memory of the last time he got inside her. “Anyways, it’s Club Caprice. We’ll be there around 8. Be there, or be... well, just be there! I have the best outfit ever I want to wear for you. I promise you won’t regret it,” she purred.
Devon shook his head with a grin. Either she wanted someone there to keep her from having to interact too much with her co-workers, or that she was wanting him to play boyfriend to shoo off unwelcome advances. He thought how incredible she had looked the night before, and his pulse quickened. He wasn’t exactly enamored with the club scene, but it had been ages since he had been out on a Saturday night. He mentally weighed a night at home with brain numbing TV and a night out with an incredibly sexy woman. Devon sighed, knowing which would win out. The “no women” rule was was pretty much road kill at this point.
He showered and found an old black knit shirt that clung a lot more tightly now than it used to. He’d definitely put on some muscle. It made him feel good. He took a look at himself in the mirror judging that he was more than passable, though he frowned a bit at the streaks of gray. Brenda had told him once that it made him look distinguished. He wasn’t convinced. He thought about Jen and a club full of twenty-somethings and ran a self-conscious hand through his hair.
The music enveloped him as he entered the club. It virtually throbbed in his bones. On a huge wall screen somebody young and vaguely familiar was gyrating in a music video. The place was packed and the dance area was already crowded with plenty of young eye candy and their partners or friends.
Scanning the crowd he caught sight of Jen’s auburn hair at a small table. She sat with another woman, a blonde, who was quite a bit taller than Jen’s petite 5′2″. Jen finally noticed Devon, and smiled broadly as she waved him over. Wading through the crowd, Devon’s jaw nearly dropped. Jen stood up smiling excitedly. She was wearing a thin, stretchy black dress that hugged her hips and legs. It had a loose neckline that plunged down to just above her navel, a lacy black bra visible between her delightfully rounded cleavage. She twirled with a grin, treating Devon and a good number of nearby men to the view of how well it hugged her ass.
Devon smiled broadly in appreciation, remembering how nice it was to grab that ass and shove his hard cock into that tight pussy. Jen looked at him and flushed. Devon wondered if she had picked up on his thoughts, or if she just saw the obvious lust in his eyes.
“So..” she slid up against him with a purr. “What do you think?”
Devon held her against him with one arm. “I think you are sexy as hell, and every man and a few women are enjoying it as much as I am,” he teased.
Jen flushed harder and Devon could swear she stole a quick glance at her blonde friend at the table. “So..” she said, scooting him towards the table, “This is my co-worker, Tara”. Now that Devon could get a good look at her, Tara was very attractive woman. She was perhaps 5′5″ with light blonde hair held back with a sky blue head scarf. Her skintight dress was the same color, and hugged her enhanced D sized breasts tightly. The hips were cut out, exposing an expanse of smooth tanned skin. She smiled at Devon and Jen, while Devon tried to figure out if she could even possibly be wearing underwear.
“Hi,” Devon offered, trying not to stare at her.
“Hi, yourself,” Tara smiled prettily. “It’s great to finally meet you.” She glanced down his body appreciatively.
Jen leaned in and whispered in Devon’s ear. “I’ve been talking about you a bit.”
Devon looked at Jen, his eyebrow cocked, “So what about the rest of the co-workers?”
“Oh.. that.. “ She tried her best to look innocent. “They had other plans”
Devon narrowed his eyes a bit. “Ok.. what’s going on here?” he asked with mock seriousness.
Jen glanced at Tara ,who was sipping some sort of pink fruity concoction. “Ok, I confess. I talked Tara to come out tonight since she had been practically living at the office lately. I wanted you to come along so she could meet you, and to fend off any idiots.” She gave her best helpless female look. Not very convincing.
“Ok, “ Devon shook his head. “So I’m here to play bouncer?”
The two women broke out in giggles.
Looking between the two of them sharing their private joke, Devon couldn’t help but let his mind wander. He fantasized about Jen’s tongue running along Devon’s cock as it slid in and out of Tara’s cunt. Devon felt his cock swell in his jeans at the thought. For a brief moment the dark thought came to him that he might actually try to use his gift on them. He stamped down on it, hard. Still his cock was now a painful bulge. He moved forward to hide the telltale ridge beneath the tall table.
The music changed to a slow pulsing beat, and Jen squeezed Devon’s arm. She seemed to be breathing shallow and was even more flushed. “The least I could do is get you a drink.. How about you be a gentleman and dance with Tara.”
Devon was a bit surprised by the request and looked at Tara questioningly.
Tara shot the same questioning look at Jen before responding. “I’d like that..None of these other guys have the nerve to ask” She then grinned, “Not that I’d want to dance with any of them”
“Alright, but I’m not the best dancer..” he shrugged, leading her out to the floor. His cock was still hard.
He couldn’t help but watch how Tara’s tits moved as they danced, and once again the thought of her and Jen having sex with him forced its way into his mind. He wondered for a moment if it might even be a good idea to test if he was truly imaging the whole gift thing. After all, if he was to try it and it did nothing, he could put it to rest for good. Wouldn’t that be worthwhile?
The music went on and Devon continued to debate, with the simmering fantasy of the two of them in the back of his mind. Tara was watching Devon and smiling, every once in awhile she would move too close to him and her firm breast would brush against his arm. Each time it happened his resistance to the insidious idea of testing his supposed gift weakened.
Then Tara turned her back to him, her hands in the air, and her swaying ass brush against his crotch. Any lingering resistance crumbled. The fantasy that simmering in the dark recesses of his mind roared to the forefront, blazing with heat. He stared at Tara’s neck as he focused on the thought of the two women, attracted to each other, kissing and stroking tits and cunts, begging him to fuck both of them, begging him to let them suck his cock. Devon felt something give way, as if everything shifted for just a moment.
The song segued into the next and Tara looked at him with a slightly confused look on her face, as if uncertain where she was. Devon’s heart was pounding as led her off the dance floor.
“So.. what exactly did Jen say about me?” Devon asked, leaning in until his lips almost brushed her ear as they walked through the crowd.
Tara bit her lip as she turned to press close against him. Her lips found his ear, her breath feathering his hair. “She said you were a great fuck.”
Devon nearly stumbled, but managed to keep his composure. It could be just coincidence, not some supernatural power he thought. After all he could see Jen saying something like that to a girlfriend anyway. And Tara could be teasing him. But on the other hand the way Tara walked close to him, pressing her tits against him even as they approached Jen at the table seemed less and less like a joke.
Devon began to feel a little uncomfortable as it was obvious that Tara was practically hanging on him in full sight of Jen. Devon, with a measure of regret, gently disentangled himself from Tara and glanced at Jen almost apologetically. Jen looked at the two of them strangely for a moment before she smiled and slid a beer across the table to Devon with a smile.
“I wasn’t sure what you liked, so I just guessed. “ She said, glancing at Tara who had taken her stool but had shifted nearer to Devon, her nipples could be clearly seen stretching the tight fabric of her skimpy dress. Jen seemed mesmerized by them. “It must have been an exciting dance” She grinned at Tara who at the moment had put her hand on Devon’s thigh under the table.
Devon Felt his cock thicken as Tara answered, her hand moving further up his thigh. “It was great. You’re a lucky woman, Jen.”.
Jen’s eyes were still glued to Tara’s cleavage. And the blonde leaned forward as if to give her and Devon a better look. Finally Jen glanced away and saw Devon openly staring at her co-worker’s tits. He noticed a bit late before looking away, but Jen was already leaning over to whisper in his ear. Devon was expecting a rebuff of some sort, but what he got was far different.
“She has nice big tits, doesn’t she.. I bet you would like to stick your fat hard cock between them.” She whispered seductively.
Devon swallowed hard at Jen’s words, his cock painful in his jeans. Tara pretended to look over the crowd yet her hand moved over his bulge rendering him speechless.
Jen continued to whisper as she stared at Tara, her breath becoming short and rapid “Or would you rather fuck her tight cunt? She told me she trims it neat. I wonder if it is hot and tight like mine.”
Devon groaned, and Tara squeezed his bulge still pretending to ignore the private one sided conversation.
Jen smiled wickedly continuing on. “Or you could fuck her cunt, getting your cock all wet and slick and then fucking my mouth while she licks my sweet pussy. Would you like that?”
Devon simply nodded, overcome by lust.
“Then you better see if Tara is wet, hmm? I’ll bet she is, the way her nipples are so hard.” Jen pulled away from Devon’s ear and spoke loud enough for Jen to hear. “Tara, Devon and I want to know something.”
The blonde turned to face them, and it was obvious she was still aroused from the peaked state of her nipples on that large chest. “What?” She said softly.
“We want to know of your pussy is as wet as your nipples are hard.” Jen asked huskily in a voice that made it sound almost like an order.
Tara blushed furiously with embarrassment, then lowered her head “Yes.. I am” she almost moaned .
At that moment Jen’s hand reached under the table to squeeze Devon’s cock, finding Tara’s hand already there. Jen’s eyes opened a bit in surprise.
“Why you little minx.. making a move on my man.” Jen scolded, but there was no hint of real anger in her voice.
“Sorry, I.. couldn’t help myself” Tara said, looking down.
“Then if you want him so much you just need to ask.. I can always share.” Jen said with a melting look at Tara’s tits.
Tara nodded, her eyes still downcast “Please..”
Jen smiled darkly looking at Devon “Shall we take her back to my place?”
“Oh yeah..” Devon said hoarsely, His mind still trying to put together words with more syllables.