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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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.

Eliot stroked her breast gently, teasing at her nipple through the fabric. He slowly moved his other hand from Lindsey's shirt and lowered it to the hem of her skirt. He watched her face closely as he slid his hand up her thigh, stroking in small circles as he went.

She let him deepen the kiss, moaning a little at Eliot's attentions. She shifted moving so she was between the two, one hand trailing lightly along Lindsey's jawline, the other moving along Eliot's thigh, at first unsure if he'd like it.

If either boy protested she'd stop, even though she really hoped they wouldn't.

Finally releasing her lips so they may breathe, Lindsey moved on to sucking at her lower lip instead. It was easy to tell that the girl was new from how her movements were shy, and encouraging them, Lindsey tilted his head to nuzzle that questing hand on his jaw.

After what seemed like forever, he released her lip from his soft suckling and moved to kiss along the line of her jaw towards her ear. Nearly upon it, he said in a sultry whisper, "I hope you have a large bed, mistress."

Eliot gasped quietly at the touch on his thigh. He pressed encouragingly into her hand as his own moved gradually up to the edge of her underwear. One finger brushed lightly over the fabric at her clit. This girl thoroughly confused him. With one breath she promised not to hurt them and The next she said they'd probably die if they got in trouble this time. He didn't know how to reconcile the two. Maybe a couple years ago he would have, before his world had narrowed down to his brother and surviving his master. Whatever it meant, he found he wanted to get her off. Surely this would go easier if she realized just how good they were at this.

"California King actually," Her voice was but a whisper. When he kissed along her jaw she tilted her head giving him more access. His brother's actions had her shift a little, though more to press against his fingers.

Half her mind wanted to tell them to stop, so that she didn't get off in the limo, but she shoved that part of her mind deep inside for now. She was going to have fun, and hopefully they would too.

"And please, Lindsey, don't call me mistress."

"Perfect.... Miss Sherry," he murmured, picking up the use of her name quickly from when she did her introduction. His exploration took him down to her neck, and for a little while, he spent it giving her hickies along her collar.

Unfortunate for her, Lindsey and his brother was quite determined to get her off. And as Eliot's hands began to explore elsewhere, Lindsey's took up the spot on her chest to gently massage her breasts.

"Tell me... are you a virgin?"

Eliot smiled as she pressed against him. If this was her first time, he wanted to make it pleasantly memorable, not like his first time. His free hand worked down to her panties, easing them down slowly. One questing finger slipped inside, teasing at her vagina while the other continued playing with her clit.

She moaned at the hickies, though didn't stop him, her eyes half lidded. When he asked the question she blushed nodding. "Y-yes..." She bit her lip, half expecting them to stop, after all some people wouldn't want to be the one to take it.

Though that was when Eliot's fingers started slipping inside making her gasp pressing back against Eliot. She wasn't sure what to do with her hands, her breathing quickened a little. "Don't stop, please don't stop..."

She was. Although unseen, Lindsey's eyes practically lit up with delight at the discovery of what a treat they had on their hands. Reaching out, he placed a hand on Eliot's wrist to stop him from going further.

With a final kiss along her neck, she had a necklace of hickies now, he regretfully pulled back.

"This isn't the place to deflower a virgin," he murmured. Internally smirking with the power to stop just when she started begging them not to. "A California King is a much better setting."

Dragging Eliot's hand out of her, Lindsey looked down at her wet mound then at Eliot's glistening fingers. Shamelessly, he pulled Eliot's hand forward and made a show of sucking that finger that had been inside her clean. He learned, little acts like that turned clients on, not that she looked like she needed more help with that.

Lindsey grinned at thinking she was going to be staining those expensive limo seats if she stayed wet all through the rest of the ride.

Eliot gave his twin a worried look. He was fine with waiting to actually fuck until they got to the bed. He was much less comfortable with the games Lindsey seemed to want to play. There were people he'd have enjoyed hearing beg for sex. This girl wasn't one of them. Besides, had Lindsey forgotten that she could get them killed if she complained?

He moaned at the touch of his brother's lips, more for Sherry's benefit than because someone sucking on his fingers aroused him. Slowly, he straddled his twin's lap, grinding his ass back against Lindsey's crotch. He moaned again at the feeling of his brother's length, his head falling back on Lindsey's shoulder as he reached for the girl's hand, pressing it against the inside of his thigh. "Please," he breathed.

She actually pouted when he pulled back. "Oh that's so unfair." She glanced at her watch remembering how long it was a drive, they still had two hours! Her pout turned into a disappointed moan when he pulled his brother closer to him.

Feeling Eliot take her hand she watched as he placed it against his thigh. Nodding she teasingly traced his thigh, her touch pressing a little more as she leaned forward, she had kissed Lindsey after all, may as well see if Eliot was a better kisser, and if it gave them both a hard time good, Lindsey deserved it for stopping Eliot in her mind. Pressing against Eliot she claimed his lips her free hand reaching up to play with his hair.

It wasn't purely games. Well, perhaps in part, it was always refreshing to hear the client beg for sex, but this wasn't the case. No matter what Eliot thought of him, Lindsey did know what he was doing. With more experience and knowing the power this girl could potentially have at the end of her fingertips if she wasn't satisfied at the end of the weekend, Lindsey wasn't only going to play games.

"Trust me, miss Sherry, a bed will feel much better." Virgins liked their first time to be special. Even if they lose it merely to a whore, having that happening in a car wouldn't be enough.

Although... Lindsey would be happy to take her virginity anyway if she begged enough, perhaps just before arriving. Then it would be the girl's own fault that her memories of her first time was to a pair of whores like a horny slut in the back of a car.

Happy thoughts.

Dropping Eliot's hand, Lindsey brought his arm around and splayed his fingers across Eliot's chest. He caressed up it, then rubbed at his twin's nipples through his shirt. Leaning his head forward, so it was placed right next to Eliot's, he smiled. "Although you can make him come in the meanwhile. He's very beautiful when he comes."

Eliot gasped quietly when her lips found his. Once he recovered his surprise, he leaned in to the kiss, tentatively teasing at her lips. She was the first person, outside of Lindsey, who'd ever kissed him. He could tell she was new to kissing, even newer than he was. He reached one hand to tangle in the ends of her hair. So soft... It was almost as soft as Lindsey's hair.

He moaned into the kiss as his brother's hand slowly made its way up his chest. Lindsey had always known how to work his body, from the day they first met. He felt himself start to respond to his twin's touch. And then Lindsey reached his nipple and he just couldn't help it. He arched into his brother's hand, grinding back against Lindsey's dick. With his free hand, he pulled her free hand to beg for her touch him more, something, anything.

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