Jada made her way over, smiling brightly, as if nothing happening around her could rattle her. She wasn't about to throw a tantrum over attention taken from her. That's why she didn't fight for the seat for the McLaren earlier, why she hadn't ditched her plan to come to the bar. Doing either would've meant accepting defeat.
But Jada didn't act like the others. She carried herself like Dick was just another passerby—someone she was forced to sit with rather than someone worth her attention, as if she hadn't just watched Jemmy and Hannah practically throw themselves at him. Jemmy shifted beside Dick, her hand gripping his arm possessively as Jada approached the table. Jemmy had always been the kind to dominate a social circle, but around Jada, that control was shaky. No one said it out loud, but everyone knew Jada was the queen bee, the one who could pull attention without trying. That fact gnawed at Jemmy, especially now.
"Hey," Jada greeted, her voice smooth as she slid into the seat across from Dick. She barely acknowledged Jemmy or Hannah, her gaze fixed on him like he was the only thing in the room that mattered, even if she was pretending not to care.
Dick gave her a small smile. "Finally decided to join us?"
Jada shrugged, playing nonchalant as she glanced at the glass in front of him. "You looked like you were having fun without me. Didn't want to interrupt."
Jemmy snorted, leaning in closer to Dick, as if reminding Jada who got here first. "We were doing just fine."
Dick raised his glass, taking a slow sip of the whiskey before setting it back down. His gaze flicked between the two girls, amusement dancing in his eyes. He could feel the silent power struggle, the unspoken competition for his attention.
Jada leaned back in her seat, crossing one leg over the other, her eyes fixed on Dick like she was sizing him up. "So, what's your name?" she asked, her voice smooth.
Dick took another sip of his drink, his gaze never leaving hers. "Dick," he said simply.
Jada raised an eyebrow, but she didn't react like the others had when they heard his name. She didn't laugh or make some stupid joke. Instead, she just nodded, as if filing the information away. "Interesting name."
"Fitting too," Jemmy muttered under her breath, shooting Jada a glare.
Dick smirked at Jemmy's comment but didn't respond. He shifted his attention back to Hannah, who was still perched comfortably on his lap. She pressed closer, her lips brushing the side of his neck, her hips grinding ever so slightly against him. He could feel the heat between her legs, and it made his cock twitch with amusement.
He ignored Jada for now. Dick slid his hand higher up Hannah's thigh, making her gasp softly as his fingers inched closer to the lacy edge of her panties. She squirmed in his lap, trying to keep her composure, but her breathing hitched, betraying her.
From across the table, Betty, the redhead, wasn't about to let herself fade into the background. Her leg crept up, brushing against his under the table. Her foot pressed against his ankle, then higher, slowly teasing up his calf, testing how far she could go. Dick glanced at her from the corner of his eye, smirking as he felt her try to grab his attention. She flashed him a coy smile, biting her lip in an attempt to look seductive, but it didn't land like she hoped.
Jemmy noticed immediately. Her hand, still on his chest, tightened possessively, her nails digging into his skin through the fabric of his shirt. "Looks like Betty's getting restless," she muttered under her breath
Dick chuckled, his hand now fully under Hannah's skirt, teasing her through her damp panties. "Let her," he murmured, not even glancing in Betty's direction.
Betty, unfazed, leaned forward slightly, making sure her cleavage was on full display as she reached for her drink. "I could think of better ways to spend the night than just sitting here," she said, her tone light but with a clear challenge hidden beneath it. Her leg continued its slow ascent up his leg, inching closer to his crotch.
Jemmy, realizing jealousy wasn't working, pushed Hannah lightly. "You're such a slut." She shifted in closer to Dick, her lips grazing the side of his face, moving toward his mouth. She kissed along his jawline, inching her way toward his lips.
At the same time, Betty's foot continued its slow ascent, finally reaching the bulge in Dick's pants. She pressed her toes against it, rubbing up and down as if testing the waters, her eyes gleaming with mischief as she felt him harden beneath her touch. The sensation merged with Hannah's damp panties, already soaking through as she ground herself on his lap.
Hannah moaned softly, the combined pressure from Betty's foot and Dick's hand between her legs making her squirm. Her body was betraying her, hips moving in rhythm with his fingers as they teased her mercilessly.
Jada, sitting across from them, watched the entire scene unfold with a deepening frown. Her eyes flicked between the girls, her expression one of annoyance rather than arousal. She was used to being the center of attention, the one everyone else orbited around, but now? She was on the outside looking in, and she didn't like it.
The others at the table weren't blind to what was happening either. A few of Jada's friends hovered nearby, watching with barely concealed interest, waiting for an opening to slide in and claim a piece of the action.
Jemmy, growing bolder, pressed her lips against Dick's, her kiss hungry and demanding. She tried to deepen it, her tongue flicking against his lips as she moved her body even closer, practically straddling his lap. She was staking her claim, making it clear to everyone watching that she wasn't going to be sidelined by anyone.
Betty's foot rubbed harder, more insistently, against Dick's cock, her leg brushing against Hannah's in a silent battle for dominance. The petite brunette, still perched in his lap, moaned again, her fingers gripping his shoulders for support as her body trembled with need. The soft, wet sounds of her panties rubbing against his pants were unmistakable, her arousal clear to anyone paying attention.
"Having fun, Dick?" Betty's voice was low, teasing, as she leaned in closer from across the table, her foot still working him through his pants.
Dick smirked, his hand sliding under Hannah's slick panties, making her gasp. She was hairless, smooth, the heat from her core radiating against his fingers. He grinned at Betty, locking eyes with her as he continued to toy with the girl in his lap.
"It's not bad," he drawled, his voice dripping with amusement as his fingers found Hannah's clit, circling it slowly. Her body tensed, a soft moan escaping her lips as she bucked against his hand, trying to keep some semblance of control but already losing herself.
Betty's gaze flicked down to his hand, her eyes darkening with desire. "Careful," she warned playfully, her voice taking on a sultry tone, "Hannah might not be able to keep quiet for much longer."
Hannah's breath hitched, her grip tightening on his shoulders as Dick's fingers moved faster. "I-I can," she stammered, but the trembling in her voice told a different story.
"Can you now?" Dick's voice was laced with mockery, his fingers slipping inside her, the slick heat of her cunt gripping him instantly. Hannah's body jerked in response, her nails digging into his skin as she bit her lip, trying and failing to stifle a moan.
Jemmy, who had been kissing along his jaw, pulled back slightly, a wicked grin spreading across her face as she watched Hannah struggle to stay composed. "Looks like you're having trouble, babe," she teased, her hand trailing down his chest, brushing over the bulge in his pants.
Betty leaned forward, her cleavage on full display as she ran her foot up and down his leg again. "I can think of better ways to keep you entertained," she murmured, her eyes locking onto his with a hungry gleam.
"Do tell," Dick said, his voice smooth as he pressed deeper into Hannah, who let out a shaky moan, her hips grinding against his hand involuntarily.
Betty smirked, sliding out of her seat with a grace that only added to her allure. She circled around the table slowly, her fingers trailing lightly along the edge of it as she made her way toward Dick.
As she approached, Betty's hand found Jemmy's shoulder, giving it a light squeeze. Jemmy tensed but didn't move, her eyes darting between Betty and Dick, unsure of how to react. "Why don't we make this a little more... interesting?" Betty suggested, her voice low and sultry.
Before Jemmy could respond, Betty knelt down in front of Dick, her hands resting on his knees as she leaned in close. She flashed him a teasing smile, her eyes flicking briefly to Hannah, who was now breathing heavily, her body trembling as Dick's fingers continued their relentless assault.
"I think she needs a break," Betty whispered, her lips brushing against his ear. "Let me take over."
Hannah's moan turned into a whimper, her hips bucking against his hand one last time before Dick withdrew his fingers, leaving her panting, teetering on the edge of release but denied the final push.
Betty wasted no time. Her hands moved up his thighs, fingers teasing the waistband of his pants as she looked up at him with a devilish grin. "Let's see what you've been hiding," she purred, her voice filled with anticipation.
Dick's eyes gleamed with amusement as he leaned back in his chair, giving her room to work. Betty's fingers deftly unzipped his pants, pulling them down just enough to free his cock. Her eyes widened slightly at the sight of him, but she quickly recovered, licking her lips as she wrapped her hand around his shaft.
Jemmy shifted in her seat, her eyes glued to the scene unfolding before her. She leaned in closer, her breath hot against Dick's neck as she whispered, "Looks like Betty's got herself a treat."
Betty shot Jemmy a smug look as she lowered her mouth to his cock, her lips parting as she took him in slowly, savoring the taste of him. Her tongue swirled around the tip, teasing him before she took him deeper, her hand pumping the base in time with the slow movements of her mouth.
Dick groaned softly, his hand tangling in Betty's hair as she worked him over, her pace steady, confident. She was good—experienced, clearly, but still eager to please. He could feel the heat of her breath, the tight pull of her lips as she sucked him, her eyes fluttering shut in concentration.
Hannah, still perched in his lap, watched with wide eyes, her face flushed with arousal and frustration. She shifted slightly, her body still trembling from the near-orgasm Dick had denied her moments ago. She was so close, her cunt aching for release, but now all she could do was watch as Betty took over, her own need forgotten in the face of the display unfolding before her.
Jemmy, ever the opportunist, slid her hand down to Dick's balls, rolling them gently between her fingers as she kissed along his neck, her tongue flicking out to taste his skin. "Don't forget about me," she whispered, her voice dripping with lust.
Betty's head bobbed faster, her mouth working him with expert precision. Her hand pumped him in time with her movements, the wet sounds of her sucking filling the space around them. Her tongue flicked against the underside of his cock, sending jolts of pleasure straight through him.
Dick smirked, his grip tightening in Betty's hair as he guided her movements, his hips thrusting up slightly to meet her mouth. She moaned around him, the vibrations only adding to the sensation as she took him deeper, her lips stretching to accommodate his girth.
Jemmy's hand moved faster, stroking his balls with increasing pressure as she pressed her body against his side, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she watched Betty work. Betty's pace quickened, her head bobbing faster as she worked him, her mouth tight and wet around his cock. She was getting lost in it, her own arousal evident in the way she moaned around him, her hand stroking his length in time with her mouth.
Dick's grip tightened in her hair, his hips bucking up into her mouth as he neared the edge. Betty's eyes flicked up to meet his, a glint of satisfaction in her gaze as she felt him tensing beneath her.
Jemmy, sensing his impending release, leaned in closer, her breath hot against his ear as she whispered, "Cum for us, Dick. Let us taste you." Her voice was drenched in lust, urging him on as her hand stroked faster.
Betty moaned around his cock, her tongue expertly swirling around the head, pushing him to the edge. Her throat tightened around him as she took him deeper, each bob of her head more intense than the last. Her hand pumped him in sync with her mouth, the wet sounds filling the air as she worked him with increasing desperation.
Jemmy's hand snaked down his chest, slipping between Hannah's legs. Her fingers brushed against the damp lace of her panties, teasing the slick folds underneath. Hannah moaned softly, her body betraying her as she instinctively bucked against Jemmy's touch. The blonde grinned wickedly, slipping her fingers beneath the fabric, rubbing Hannah's clit.
"You're so wet," Jemmy whispered into Hannah's ear, her tone mocking but laced with desire. "You love watching this, don't you?"
Hannah's moan was her only response, her body shuddering under Jemmy's skilled touch.
Dick groaned, his hips bucking up into Betty's mouth as the pressure built to an unbearable peak. Betty's eyes flicked up to meet his, the glint of satisfaction clear as she felt him tensing beneath her. Her tongue flicked across the sensitive underside of his cock, sending jolts of pleasure through him as his release approached.
Jemmy, never one to miss out, leaned forward, her lips brushing against his neck as she whispered, "Cum for us, Dick. Let it out. We want it. Let us taste you."
Hannah and Jemmy slid off his lap, joining Betty on their knees under the table, their eyes gleaming with a shared hunger. As they settled between his legs, each girl eager to take part in the final act, Dick leaned back in his seat.
Betty's lips stayed wrapped around his cock, but now, with the others joining, there was a sense of competition in the air. challenge between them as to who could make him cum first. Jemmy wasted no time, her tongue trailing up his shaft to meet Betty's lips, licking wherever she could, her hands sliding over his thighs, feeling the muscles tense under her touch.
Hannah, her cheeks flushed from the teasing he'd given her earlier, was bolder now. She cupped his balls, massaging them gently, her fingers working with a tenderness. Her eyes flicked up to his face, dark with need, as she took one last glance before lowering her head, her lips brushing against his inner thigh.
Jemmy and Betty locked eyes briefly, their tongues dancing around the base of his cock as they shared the work, their lips and hands never stopping. Jemmy took the initiative, guiding Betty with a teasing kiss on her lips, taking over as she pulled the redhead's head back slightly, making room for her tongue to flicker against the sensitive underside of his cock. Betty responded with a moan, savoring the taste as Jemmy coaxed her into a rhythm.
Hannah's grip tightened on his balls, her breath warm and ragged as she kissed and sucked at the sensitive skin around them, her moans vibrating against him. The sight of the three of them together, kneeling between his legs, eager to please, was enough to make him clench the edge of the table, his body tensing as he felt the familiar rush building deep inside him.
Jada, sitting across from him, had her arms crossed, watching everything with amusement and frustration. The others might have forgotten she was even there, but not Dick. Her eyes burned into him.Her lips twitched in annoyance, her eyes narrowing as she saw the satisfaction written all over his face.
Jemmy, sensing the moment, flicked her tongue against the sensitive underside of his cock while Betty swallowed him deeper. Hannah's hand gripped him tightly at the base, holding him steady as she whispered once more, her breath hot against his skin.
He came hard, his body jerking as he emptied himself into Betty's eager mouth. She moaned around his cock, swallowing quickly, her throat working to take every drop. Jemmy was right there beside her, her tongue darting out to catch the excess, lapping at his length with quick, eager strokes. Hannah, her lips now grazing the skin just above his balls, let out a soft moan as she felt the last tremors of his orgasm pulse through him.