Chapter 4

Monday April 24

I went to a college bar last night for a late dinner. As luck would have it, two of the men from Laurel’s blowjob class were there. I took my beer to their table and struck up a conversation.

“Hey. I think I saw you coming out of the manga club meeting earlier,” I said to the roguish one.

They looked at each other, guarded. “Yeah, manga,” he responded sarcastically, “Loooove manga.”

“I’m hoping to join the club myself,” I told them. “I mean, imagine learning about ‘manga’ from her. If I can demonstrate that I’m good enough, of course.”

My bluff worked and they gestured for me to sit down. “So who are you guys with? Are you guys Rockies?”

They both roared “fuck no” objections as if I had accused them of supporting the wrong sports team. “Come on - do we look like Rockies to you?” The blue-eyed Captain America-looking one asked.

“Well, I’ve never met any. I don’t get out much.”

The roguish one - wild black hair, black eyes, and a neat beard - put his arm around the other in a bro hug. “We are from the Twin Cities Ley Society. It’s up and coming. How about you?”

“Independent,” I bluffed again. “I’m kinda new to all this.” They both raised eyebrows at that, but thankfully they let it slide. “So how did you guys end up here? It can’t just be for the blowjobs, right? I mean, I don’t imagine either of you has much trouble getting girls.”

“No,” the rogue said. “The Society asked for volunteers. It’s political. All of the covens are going all-in on the whole ‘cooperation among all mage kind’ thing after what happened to the Rockies. They all want to be seen helping - put their best foot forward.”

“And we are that foot!” Captain Blue-Eyes added hammily.

I took a couple drinks while I thought about things. I was very curious to know what he meant by “what happened to the Rockies”, and whether it had anything to do with my missing person. But he had said it as if everybody already knows about it, and I didn’t want to risk blowing my cover.

I’m not going to lie: there was a lot of eye-fucking going on.

“You know,” the rogue began, “since the competition to join the club is so intense, and since you’re new to the art, it occurs to me you might want some extra practice.”

Captain Blue-Eyes shook his head. “Nah - she’s probably got a boyfriend waiting for her back at her hotel ready to get it up four or five times tonight. She doesn’t need us.”

I smiled seductively. “As it happens, I don’t have a boyfriend.”

Captain Blue-Eyes leaned in, grabbed my chin, and kissed me aggressively. I liked it. Then he whispered in my ear, “What’s your favorite way to get DP’ed?”

Back at their hotel, they passed me between them, taking turns removing one piece of clothing after another. Captain Blue-Eyes - Ryan - laughed like we were sharing a joke when he saw my cross pendant. I smiled and played along, and then he grabbed me from behind and lifted me off the ground. I laughed and kicked, but roguish Marcus managed to relieve me of the rest of my clothes.

Once I was naked, Ryan set me down I sat on the bed. I crossed my legs and lazily touched my front, smiling seductively while they checked me out. Marcus commented, “You don’t have any tattoos? Man, you independents are weird.”

I sat and watched the two men undress, competing for my attention with hip thrusts and shirt twirls. They were both well-muscled but lean. Ryan had a decent amount of dirty-blonde body hair, but Marcus’ chest looked waxed. Marcus’ only tattoo was a string of large Nordic runes down the outside of his left leg, from hip to ankle. Ryan had a phoenix on his right shoulder, and a snake around his left upper arm.

For a short time, they sat on each side of me, taking turns kissing and groping me while my hands warmed up their cocks. When Ryan’s phone chimed, he went to check on it. I took the opportunity to grab some condoms from my purse. When I offered one to Marcus, he thoughtfully pointed out, “How are we supposed to paint you with those on?”

Right - that “spermamancy” thing that I was supposedly practicing. I nodded in agreement, which was all the encouragement Marcus needed. He laid me on my back, stood at the edge of the bed with my ankles in his hands, and plunged his dick deep into my pussy.

I was getting my moan on, getting well-plowed, and feeling damned good when Ryan returned to me. He knelt at my head and fed me his cock. I synced up a gentle suck with the motion that Marcus’ thrusts were already providing - to great effect if Ryan’s satisfied mutterings were any indication.

Marcus handed my ankles to Ryan. I wish I could say I’m one of those girls that a guy can bend into any shape he wants, but I’m not. My back curled, my butt lifted from the bed, and Marcus’ dick slipped out. After scratching a nose itch I figured he’d take my ankles back, but he didn’t. Instead, he inserted two fingers into my pussy, twisting them around. When he pulled them out they were covered in girl-cream, which he used to lube up my ass. I came with his fingers in my butt, and my moans vibrated through Ryan’s hard dick.

Marcus rubbed some spit onto his cock and then shoved it up my ass. I guess it had been a while since I’d done anal, because it was super tight and a little bit sore at first, but it didn’t take me long to love it. My urgent moans pushed Ryan to even greater excitement. I came again, my asshole once again sore from tensing up around an iron-hard cock. Ryan began moaning like he was about to pop. He started to shift - move away. I forgot all about my act. Habit told me to grab his hips and swallow his load, and that’s exactly what I did.