mini_wesker | Can it get any more embarrassing?

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Can it get any more embarrassing?

Sherry smoothed her skirt, it was one of the only times Wesker insisted that she actually dress like a girl, even though the more business styled suit was nothing like the pleated skirts she had grown fond of at her private school in London.

She stayed quiet not looking around as he jotted off the details of what he wanted. The seventeen year old hoped she wasn't blushing too much.

"I want to make sure she'd be able to handle them..."

Wait what? Them? He just said one partner, nothing about whoring me out for multiple partners... She stiffened a little, her eyes showing surprise for a moment, though she still said nothing, knowing that it was best to follow orders, last thing she needed was more 'testing'. Last batch had been hell, if it hadn't been for the Devil shots to help calm her down she probably wouldn't have made it. And now he was planning on locking her on a property with who knew how many strangers expecting her to... I don't do this, it's more time in the lab, at least he's letting me roam the property.

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The smile and the words did paint the girl, Sherry, in a slightly better picture, but she only said she wouldn't be hurting them intentionally, it still left a very large definition unsaid.

Thee extended hand ended up making things somewhat awkward, and unsure what she wanted in response, Lindsey decided to play it safe. He took the hand, but rather than shake it, he kissed the back of it reverently. He also began to massage the digits before lowering his lips as if he would take them into his mouth. After all, most clients liked seeing him sucking on things.

Eliot slipped to his knees as his brother began to work. "I don't mind," he murmured, reaching for her other hand. "I like that sometimes."

No, he didn't but he'd gotten a lot better at pretending since he started working with his brother. He turned her hand over and kissed her palm.

When the boy took her hand she was about to pull it back when he lowered his lips to her fingers. When the other did the same she bit her lip. "Hm... please stop." Though the tone didn't exactly match the words.

Though watching them she licked her lips, she was curious to know how well both of them kissed. "I was hinting at wanting your names, do I have to work them out of you?" She leaned in to Lindsey first since he was closer. "Because that might be fun."

Since he was asked to answer a question, he had no choice but to withdraw so his mouth was freed. "My name is Lindsey, mistress," he murmured demurely and bowed his head as he shifted to his knees beside Eliot, legs spread and in display.

If that was how she wanted to play this, then he knew what role to fall into. It was almost automatic that he his lips fell back to kissing her hand after answering. "But we are here if mistress wants to have fun."

"Eliot, ma'am," the other boy breathed before giving her palm a final kiss. He released it and crossed his hands behind his back. She confused him. She said to stop but she didn't sound like that's what she really wanted. He wasn't sure which to obey. Perhaps she merely didn't want the driver and the attendant to overhear?

She lifted Lindsey's face scooting a little closer. "I want to have fun, but I don't want to be the only one who has it this weekend, so please drop the titles." She kissed him gently, then turned to Eliot.

"Goes for both of you. If I say something that confuses you tell me. I know Wesker hired you, but I can order men around all I want," She leaned in kissing Eliot just as gently.

Sliding down she knelt between them. "Are you two okay with that?" She caught their attention making sure to look at them both in the eyes. There was no malice in her look.

Lindsey melted into the light kiss that Sherry gave him but didn't seek out more when she drew back. As she looked to Eliot, Lindsey sneaked a glance over to his brother before quickly looking back at her.

"We have fun if you do," he reassured automatically, too well trained to say otherwise. If she wanted to beat him within an inch of his life, he'll be having fun too.

Eliot was too stunned to move when she kissed him. He awkwardly tried to return the kiss. Only Lindsey ever kissed him. The things all of his clients wanted never led to that.

This wasn't right. Holland never sent him on these kinds of jobs. Lindsey got them, not him. He bit his lip shyly. There had to be a catch somewhere.

She smiled at both. "Then tell me what would be fun for you?" She watched Lindsey carefully figuring he would be the one to tell her. "Because I really mean it, I won't have fun unless the two of you are enjoying yourselves too."

"Eliot? Lindsey? Please, I know this is already weird for you, it's weird for me, and I really don't want it to just be strangers that I'm sleeping with this weekend." She gave a small pouty look.

Finally letting go of Sherry's hand, Lindsey looked to his brother with the same guarded look that Eliot wore. Fun for them? That seemed... fishy.

"I don't understand," Lindsey said at last when the obvious answer wasn't cutting it, "We're here for your pleasure, we'll enjoy what you enjoy..." He didn't know what else the girl wanted from them. Feeling more uncomfortable with these questions than if he had been asked to strip naked and on display, Lindsey shifted slightly closer to Eliot just so his leg touched his brother's.

Eliot relaxed just a little as Lindsey touched him. He looked up hesitantly, biting his lip for a moment before he spoke. "I'd like it if you'd hit me, ma_am," he said, barely more than a whisper, looking back at the floor after he spoke.

Sherry could tell she was making them uncomfortable and bit her lip. Hearing Eliot's comment she shook her head.

"I promised I wouldn't hurt you... I won't hit you." She reached over touching Eliot's cheek lightly. "I have enough men I'm around that I spar with. I don't want to hurt someone I'm to sleep with unless they deserve it. And neither of you do."

She thought a moment and reached to the counter where her glass was, hitting a button to make it so that the privacy window couldn't get lowered. She then reached under it, feeling behind her for the whiskey bottle, finding it she moved to the floor of the limo with the two boys, putting it between them. She looked up at them still her eyes showing no malice.

"I won't enjoy myself unless the two of you are," She felt once again behind her, this time for the glasses. "If at any time you feel I over step my boundries, even though I'm the client tell me. She found the glasses and pulled out two, pouring both boys a small amount. She reached up refilling her glass from the same bottle to prove to them it wasn't drugged.

"I can order any of the men that Wesker has guarding me. I won't tell anyone if you don't that I let the two of you take charge this weekend. Please? At least the rest of the day?" There go her baby blues begging both of them.

Lindsey's brows furrowed as his blue eyes sharpened at Sherry's actions and words. The way she ended up kneeling with them surprised him, and as the limo's ground wasn't that comfortable or wide, it really wasn't a comfortable spot that Sherry put herself into.

It got him thinking, and the next glance he sent his brother wasn't so insecure anymore. In fact, he was already starting to see that they had a sucker on their hands, possibly easily manipulated and nothing like the large man, Wesker.

"Okay."

Lips tilting upwards into a grin, he took the offered glass and stood, getting off his knees and settling back into the limo seat, completely different from the submissive boy he was a moment ago. He nodded his head for Eliot to get up as well.

"You're new at this, aren't you?"

Eliot moved up beside his twin. He knew that look in Lindsey's eyes and didn't like it directed at the girl. It was as if Lindsey had totally forgotten about the man back at the whorehouse. What if she complained to him? What if she was just pretending to be this innocent?

He leaned against Lindsey, slipping a hand under his brother's shirt and caressing his chest. "Be nice, Linds," he whispered in his ear. "She's not like I was. And she can get us in trouble."

Sherry was probably so, but she also could handle herself if needed, and even though the boy's change in demeanor was a complete 180 of what he had been doing, she could tell in his eyes that she had been more worried about the wrong one.

"I've read a lot about what... yes." She decided she may as well stay truthful about that at least.

When the other brother spoke up she watched the two of them. "I asked for it, so if I don't enjoy things it's my fault not yours. People who get in trouble because of me end up dead because of Wesker. I won't go that route unless I absolutely need to."

Lindsey melted into Eliot's touch, his motions languid and at ease. It was a subtle change as even before he was quite fluid in his motions, but to someone who knew him like his twin, he could tell.

"Don't worry," Lindsey purred back, his smile towards Sherry friendly and his eyes misleadingly soft.

Putting down his drink, Lindsey moved across the limo to Sherry's side, one hand reaching out to brush along her arm. Reaching her hand, he took it, but merely drew light teasing patterns on her palm. "We'll take good care of you... it'll be the best weekend of your life."

Eliot nodded solemnly from where he was leaning against his twin. "We'll make it good for you," he murmured, smiling nervously at her. Her words about who he could only assume was the blond man at the brothel terrified him. "I promise."

She sat still as he brushed her arm, though it didn't feel too uncomfortable. When he took her hand she did tense a little. It was her gun hand, and Wesker had always told her not to let someone control it, though her gun wasn't with her. She had been ordered to leave it at home.

The nervous smile from the other boy, and their words made her give a small nod. She reached up touching Lindsey's face with her free hand, the glass still on the floor before her. "I don't doubt you, either of you." She trailed the hand down his neck and shoulder, reaching for Eliot.

Sensing her discomfort for the inexperienced reason that it was, he loosened his hold on her hand and leaned gently into the touch like a large cat rubbing into it. Yet as Sherry tried to reach for his brother, Lindsey interrupted it by gently reaching up to cup her face.

Making sure her attention was drawn to him, he leaned in, approaching slowly to bump his lips against hers in a few pretend tentative tries before capturing them completely into his. For their first kiss, he just sucked and kept his tongue safely on his own side to venture no further than exploring the softness of her inner lip.

Eliot smiled as he watched his brother kiss her. A client who wanted to kiss them. He wasn't sure what to make of that yet but Lindsey should enjoy it. He slipped a hand under his twin's shirt and started to play with his nipples.

When Lindsey caught her face she looked into his eyes, for a moment fear showing, she was used to being held still, but usually there were shots to go with it, this... This was alien to her. Though she didn't fight him. Sherry prided herself on that one at least.

When he drew closer she moaned into the kiss. His lips were softer than she would have thought, slid her arms around him, part of her wanting more of it.

She could feel Eliot's arms move over her's, but didn't stop him. Her eyes fluttered closed, she wasn't going to break the kiss unless he did.

Lindsey moaned back, more from his brother's knowledgeable hands tweaking at his sensitive nubs than the kiss itself, but it didn't matter when he felt their client wrap her arms around him. That was as much an invitation to proceed as any, so tilting his head, he allowed the seal of his lips to twist just right to completely cut off the air between them.

The tip of his tongue quested forward slowly, tentatively reaching out to her's in a game of hide and seek. His breath when he breathed out would brush against her upper lip, and like her arms, one of his own had circled around to cradle the back of her head. His other reached up to hold Eliot's hand to his chest.

Eliot continued playing with Lindsey, watching the kiss intently. He knew he wasn't even close to the kisser his brother was. He lifted his free hand to cup Sherry's breast over her clothes. It filled his hand perfectly.

Feeling Lindsey's tongue probed her mouth she wasn't sure what to do at first. Though she did manage not to bite down, which was her first instinct, instead she ran the tip of hers along his, copying what he was doing.

Feeling Eliot's and on her breast she gave a small sound of surprise, not pulling from Lindsey, though she did move her arms from around him, long enough to slip out of her jacket, the blazer was far too constrictive. She threw it somewhere behind her reaching for Eliot's hand again, moving to where it had been.

Lindsey kept his movements gentle, knowing that this was the way to manipulate new initiates, at least, at the start. It was rare that he was the one to do the seducing but it was a well versed dance and he knew the steps.

As Eliot took over the job of pleasuring her body, Lindsey deepened the kiss. By now his tongue was curled up around hers, entwining, prompting, dragging it lengthwise against hers to coax it into this dance with him.

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