We had nothing on us except our wallets, phones, my Glock, and a small shoulder bag Clara had grabbed on the way out.
But luckily, Clara was rich enough to pay with her Google Wallet.
At the check-in counter, my nerves got the better of me. I leaned over the desk, clearing my throat loudly. "Just to be clear, I'm her personal security. She was involved in an incident earlier, so we require quiet rooms on an upper floor."
The Black woman behind the desk stopped typing, looked up over her reading glasses, and gave me a long stare that clearly said: Did anybody ask you?
She tapped Clara’s phone, handed over two keycards without a word, and went right back to her screen.
Once upstairs, despite having booked two separate rooms, I went straight into Clara’s.
I decided to come clean and told her that Luna had possessed a delivery guy to track me down.
"What did she say to you?" She took off her boots, sliding her feet into hotel slippers.
"Doesn't matter. I turned her down anyway."
"Tell me," Clara said, lifting her chin. "I command you as your Countess."
"That title means nothing here."
She sat on the edge of the mattress, crossing her legs. Her toes lightly tapped in the air, the hem of her long black dress parting slightly to reveal the smooth curve of her calf.
It was an incredible sight.
"How about this: tell me, and I will weave a healing spell to fix the bruises on your face..."
"Excuse me? I literally risked my life to save you, and you're bargaining over basic medical treatment?"
"Hear me out," she interrupted. "I will also give you a foot job while wearing black stockings."
To prove her point, she lifted one bare foot into the air, curling her toes slightly to show off her slender, well-kept arch and the soft, pink skin beneath.
My throat went completely dry. That offer immediately got my attention.
"Fine. But you have to promise not to lose your temper."
"Go on."
"She offered me certain... personal favors."
"Personal favors?"
"Jesus, how am I supposed to phrase this?" I scratched the back of my neck. "Basically, some sexual favors."
"Why would I be angry about that?" she asked with a slight shrug. "You turned her down, didn't you?"
"Well... yeah. Of course."
"Unless..." Clara hooked her foot behind my calf, sliding her bare sole against the fabric of my trousers. "...you were tempted?"
"I was not!"
Her violet eyes locked onto mine. "Anything she can do, I can do far better. And you will unlock more of me. I promise you that."
The absurdity of the moment made my head spin. For the first time in my life, two stunning women were competing over who could pleasure me more.
She reached into her shoulder bag and pulled out two pairs of black stockings, letting them dangle under the lamplight.
"You really made sure to pack stockings during an emergency evacuation?" I asked.
"What is wrong with liking them?" she countered. "Besides, you like them too. You can never take your eyes off my legs."
She wasn't wrong.
Standing up, she began sliding the stockings on right in front of me.
She hitched her dress up to the top of her thighs, exposing her bare skin. Rolling one stocking into a tight ring, she slipped her toes into the fabric and drew it slowly up her foot. The dark mesh covered her toes, her arch, and her ankle, gliding smoothly up the curve of her calf.
Halfway up her thigh, she paused deliberately. The fabric stretched tight against her skin with a friction, clinging to every outline.
Once both stockings were pulled up, she stood with her legs together. The dark nylon carried a soft sheen under the warm hotel lighting, the elastic tops pressing into her soft upper thighs.
"Do you enjoy seeing this?" she asked.
My throat tightened, and I could only nod.
She sat back down on the edge of the mattress, crossing her legs with her feet angled toward me. The curve of her instep looked elegant under the dark mesh, the material stretched thin over her arches.
"How would you like to begin?"
She asked as casually as if ordering dinner.
My pulse jumped. "You really know how to play, don't you?"
"Yes. But only with you," she replied softly. "After all, you're the one who takes such good care of me..."
She patted the space beside her on the bed.
"Come here."
I walked over. She lifted one nylon-clad foot, pressing her sole against the front of my trousers.
The warmth of her foot pressed through the thin mesh, rubbing in slow circles. She curled her toes, gripping the shaft through the fabric and sliding up and down.
"Do you like it...?"
I didn't answer; my ragged breathing spoke for itself.
Encouraged by my shyness, she raised her other foot, sandwiching me between both soles and stroking in a rhythmic pace. The light friction of nylon rustled in the quiet room as her arches pressed down on the tip, her toes teasing through the cloth.
"Take off your pants," she commanded.
I stripped them off.
Both nylon-clad soles wrapped around the hard cock, her arches gliding up and down the length with firm strokes. Her toes brushed across the sensitive head, spreading the clear moisture that seeped out and leaving damp marks on the sheer fabric.
The smooth friction against the skin drew a low groan from my throat.
"So hot... and pulsing so hard," she murmured.
I reached down and gripped her slender ankles, my breath hitching. She didn't pull away; instead, she pointed her toes higher, giving me a clear view of the taut nylon stretched across her arches.
"Cum on my feet..." she whispered.
Her feet worked in tandem, with one sole providing long strokes along the shaft while her toes continuously stimulated the sensitive crown. The nylon grew slick and damp, making a wet sound with every pass.
"Oh fuck..."
"You moan so sexy," she whispered with a low chuckle, tightening the pressure of her arches. "Go ahead... show me how much you have for me."
She picked up the speed, her toes twisting and gripping with practiced precision. The pressure built rapidly to a peak.
With a low growl, I let go, spilling across the tops of her feet and her toes in thick pulses, the white contrast trailing down the dark mesh.
She slowly rubbed her toes through the mess, spreading it across the nylon as if admiring her handiwork.
"Only by remaining loyal to me will you own every drop of my taste…" she said. "Do you understand?"
Drained of strength, I nodded silently.
"Now... use your fingers on me..."