Free Jaxie's Menage by Jan Springer

envelope.
    Ewan’s heart
hammered against his chest as he accepted it. Within seconds, he’d
ripped it open and withdrew a piece of midnight-blue paper. White
glitter ink in intricate feminine handwriting popped off the page
at him.
    A delicate
perfume scent, the same one that he’d admired drifting off her
while dancing with her, wafted from the page. He resisted the urge
to bury his face into it and just inhale.
     
    My dearest
gladiators,
    Your princess
bride has certain needs that only two well-hung gladiators can
satisfy.
    Please follow
my maid to the Crystal Room and she will prepare you for my visit
to the chambers. I look forward to both of you servicing me all
night long.
    Your safe word
is STOP.
    The Princess
Bride
     
    Beside him,
Royce cursed softly as he read the note.
    “ She sounds
like one hot and ready minx,” Royce whispered.
    “ She is
burning for pleasure, my gladiators,” Rachel said. She didn’t
indicate if she knew it was Royce behind that mask. He figured she
did know with him approaching her tonight about getting the
princess bride. He, on the other hand, would have to keep his mouth
shut so she didn’t know it was him.
    She nodded to
the crystal key in Ewan’s hand.
    “ Please, bring
the key. We must hurry. Follow me.”
    Royce chuckled
while Ewan stuffed the note into his robe pocket.
    “ Rachel takes
this shit seriously,” Royce said in a low voice as they followed
Rachel.
    “ Just as
seriously as Jaxie,” Ewan admitted in a low tone as he watched
Rachel move like a cat, stealth and confident, several feet in
front of them. Jaxie had picked very well for someone to take over
in her absence at the helm of the club.
    Rachel ushered
them quickly down the hallway, into another hallway, toward the
back of the building. As they passed doors, moans and groans
mingled into the air. Couples and threesomes were already diving
into the pleasures they had come for.
    Anticipation
made Ewan walk faster.
    Rachel
suddenly stopped and Ewan almost crashed into her.
    “ Gladiators, this is your room,” she said as she stood in front
of a virgin-white door. The words The Crystal Room were etched on a
white sign in raised crystal lettering.
    “ We’re here,”
Royce said softly.
    Ewan noticed
his friend’s Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed. Excitement sparkled
his eyes.
    “ Please, open
the door,” Rachel instructed.
    Ewan did as
she asked, slid the key into the lock, and turned the key. A click
followed.
    He opened the
door and motioned for Rachel and then Royce to step
inside.
    He followed
them inside, then stopped in the short hallway and stared in
stunned disbelief.
    Wow. The room
was spectacular. Several sparkling crystal chandeliers hung from
the ceiling. The walls were orange-red with plenty of gold-framed
mirrors. The furniture was black-painted wood. To one side of the
room was a large king-sized canopy bed. Hung on an abundance of
hooks on all walls were arrangements of whips, toys and other
paraphernalia. Set side by side toward a far corner of the room
were two large black-painted wooden X-frames, the edges of each
plank studded with white crystals.
    “ Pick a cross,
and I’ll strap you in,” Rachel instructed.
    Ewan looked at
Royce, who gazed back at him with an amused smirk.
    “ What exactly
is this princess bride going to do to us?” Royce asked Rachel as he
stepped up to the closest cross.
    Rachel
grinned.
    “ Now that
would be telling, gladiator. Please disrobe,” she
instructed.
    Now ?
    “ In front of
you?” Royce echoed Ewan’s thoughts.
    Rachel’s brows
furrowed with disappointment and she shook her head and
chastised.
    “ What? The big
brawny gladiators are shy in front of the princess bride’s maid?
Tsk. Tsk. Please do as I ask.”
    Royce chuckled
cockily and dropped his robe. He was already well on his way to
being fully aroused as his erect penis indicated.
    Ewan didn’t
miss Rachel’s eyes widen in appreciation and her cheeks grow
pink.
    Royce stepped
closer