Your Angel or Your Devil update

“Ggh!” he gasped, overwhelmed by the sight, all the shocking pink inside Alex’s mouth painted white with his cum. It seemed to make the pleasure of shooting his next batch of cum so much more intense.

The long white rope jetted into Alex’s mouth and she swirled his creamy jizz around with her tongue before a heady gulp washed it down her throat. And as she greedily swallowed, Quentin released again, splashing her closed mouth and rapturous features with his seed.

“Yessss,” Alex hissed lustfully as his cum washed over her face. Quentin’s hips twitched, stroking his cock into her marked face, fucking it along her cheeks and stirring the cum that masked her.

It took him a moment to center his cockhead on her mouth, but he got it in before his hardness faded, and Alex’s head snapped back as he thrust between her lips like he would never be done fucking her.

She sucked and gulped at his manhood until every last drop of his cum was filling her stomach. Finally satisfied that she had gotten everything that his balls had to offer, Alex rolled down to join Natalie on the floor. They sat against the massage table, aware of how worn out Quentin was by how his arms and legs hung over the sides of the table, dangling like the appendages of a dead man.

Natalie snuggled up to Alex, even more cuddly with the flood of endorphins from the fuck filling her blonde brain. She saw the cum clinging to Alex’s face and went about slowly cleaning her off, first with her fingers, then with her tongue.

“You’re so lucky! Your boyfriend has really delicious cum!” Natalie said under her breath, trying not to let Quentin hear. “I wish I could’ve had more of it…”

Alex screwed up her lips, thinking of how much cum her boyfriend’s insatiable cock produced. It’d gotten so bad, she sometimes thought she could hear sloshing inside her when she walked around.

“I’m glad you like it,” she said simply, running her fingers through Natalie’s long, golden hair, then scooping up some of the cum that had landed on the blonde’s face and sucking it off her fingers herself. Natalie was right. As long as Quentin came like a bull, at least it was no chore to clean up after him…

“Rrrhhhh,” Dylan nodded as she picked herself up from her own massage table, smacking her lips. “That was the best nap I think I’ve ever had.”

Natalie and Alex moved fast, throwing a towel over Quentin to preserve his modesty, jerking up to their feet, Natalie straddling his back, Alex leaning against the table on one hand with a forced casualness as Dylan’s gaze swept them.

Her eyes narrowed. “Wait, why’s Quentin getting a massage—Alex, I thought you were the—what’s that white stuff on your faces?”

“Lotion,” Natalie said quickly. “And Quentin, he’s—“

“Narcoleptic!” Alex added in a rush. “He had to lie down. Sleep. You know how it is.”

Dylan blinked at them.

***

“I cannot believe you lied to me!” Dylan raged.

She’d never break cover on an assignment, even a pro bono one like happying up Alex’s new boyfriend. So she’d pretended to buy their hasty excuse. And before they could hash it out, Bosley had called them in to tell them that they had a new case.

In the usual whirlwind fashion, they were showing up at an evening party next thing you know, dressed to the nines: wigs, make-up, fake accents. It was only as they made their approach that Dylan was able to circle back to their personal lives.

“I mean,” she continued, “I know we do the flimsy excuses and bullshit cover stories with them.” She waved her hand outside the one-way glass of the limo delivering them to the party. “But with each other? Not cool!”

“It was a little…” Alex began searchingly.

“Intimate,” Natalie finished for her.

“Embarrassing,” Alex finished at the same time.

“You thought it was embarrassing?” Natalie asked her.

“You thought it was intimate?” Alex retorted.

“Hell, I was in the room and I don’t know what it was!” Dylan spat. “I guess I’m not the friend you call when you’re planning an orgy…”

“It was hardly an orgy,” Alex mollified her.

“It was for a little bit,” Natalie said.

“Whose side are you on?”

“Whose sire are you on?” Natalie replied. “I didn’t know there were sides.”

Alex crossed her arms. “You can’t expect to start blowing my boyfriend and not think there’s going to be sides.”

“You were… I mean…” Natalie gestured wildly. “His dick was right there!”

“Was it big?” Dylan asked, a little flustered despite herself. “I wouldn’t know.”

“It was huge.”

“Nat!” Alex cried, aghast.

“I don’t know how she takes it all,” Natalie continued.

“That is private,” Alex growled at her.

“Only because I was asleep,” Dylan observed.

“I don’t understand what the big deal is,” Natalie said. “If I start having sex in front of someone, I expect them to join in. I don’t take off my clothes with a guy and then when he starts kissing me, say ‘oh, no, I didn’t mean anything by that, I was just getting ready for bed.’”

The soundproof partition between the backseat and the driver’s seat rolled down, shutting the three of them up with the one unwritten rule of the agency: never fight in front of Bosley.

“Uh, girls, we’re, uhh, here—at the party.” Even as oblivious as Bosley could be, he noted the frostiness between the three women. “Everything alright there, girls?”

“It’s fine,” three supple lips said in the identical tone of discouraging any further prying.

Bosley wisely rolled the partition back up.

They stepped out of the limousine, each wearing a gorgeous red bandage dress that flattered each of their bodies in its own unique way. They made the walk from the circular driveway to the front door of the cantilevered house in the Hollywood Hills, their journey carrying them across a glasswork bridge that ran from the edge of the overhanging hill to a door suspended in the air on the side of the house. Under their feet—through the glass path—they could see the steep slope where laid the pillars that held half of the house up.

“Are you telling me now you didn’t want to have a threesome?” Natalie asked Alex.

“That’s not the point.”

“I might’ve wanted to have a threesome,” Dylan muttered.

“It was spontaneous!” Alex hissed at her, before whirling to Natalie. “It was spontaneous!” she repeated. “Sure, Quentin and I have an open relationship—I guess—we’ve never actually talked about being exclusive—but it’s not like he’s ever started fucking someone in front of me before! Anyway, you were blowing him. I don’t expect him to turn you down, I know what a good cocksucker you are!”

“Flattery won’t get you anywhere,” Natalie told her.

“I give great blowjobs,” Dylan said.

The front door swept open, as if the house’s occupant had heard that and decided to extend an invitation. There in the doorway was Jackson Keene, the Texas oilman. He was a tall, beefy man in his fifties, his booming voice accentuating his affable manner up into the stratosphere.

“Come on in, gals!” he bellowed, not bothering to hide his drawl. “Mighty glad you could make it! Now, who are y’all again?”

Smiling, making nice, the Angels introduced themselves—at least, their cover identities. Bosley had already set them up with a friend of a friend who owed them a favor; he’d provided them the invitations. The rest, they left up to the not unfounded assumption that no man would mind three beautiful women hanging around his house that much.

They circulated, continuing their conversation over the comms while they looked over the house and its guests.

“Some of these guys are definitely packing heat,” Natalie said as she walked the perimeter of the room. “Daniel Plainview here runs with a bad crowd.”

“Top of the line security system too,” Dylan observed, eying the alarm that would go off if the window it monitored was broken.

“Assuming you think he keeps his blackmail material in a safe,” Alex said, taking a shrimp from the buffet table.

“Compromising photos of Looloo DeBrie?” Natalie asked, finally managing to pronounce their client’s name right. “Where else would he keep them?”

“Under his mattress,” Dylan quipped.

“Eww!”

“I’m telling you right now, I am not going into that man’s bedroom,” Alex said.

“I’d feel like a real idiot if we broke into his safe and he turned out to have them under his pillow,” Dylan said.

“Are you actually suggesting he keeps the pictures in his nightstand or somewhere?”

“It’s worth a shot.”

“So is the safe, obviously! Or do you want to tear down the whole house before we break into this loser’s safe, just because it’ll be a little hard?”

“Okay, okay!” Natalie said, so loud she startled a nearby waiter. She smiled apologetically at him and lowered her voice. “Family meeting, ladies’ bathroom, right now!”

They regrouped in the bathroom, all three of them fixing their hair and make-up as they simmered.

“I guess it’s safe to say we’re not all over how weird things got this afternoon?” Natalie ventured.

“That’s an understatement,” Alex said.

“I don’t even knowhow weird things got and I’m still not over it,” Dylan said.

“Still not seeing what the big deal is,” Natalie said. “We’re like sisters! I’ve always thought that, if things went that way, you know…” She gestured away the rest, her hand circling leadingly in the air.

“You know what?” Dylan insisted.

Alex stuck her hands on her hips. “Yeah, what Nat?”

Natalie shrugged. “We’d sleep together.”

Both of the other women’s voices rose up in chorus: “I thought we were sisters!” “That’s incest, Nat!”

“Guys, am I really that far off-base?” Natalie asked placatingly. “We did sleep together. Dylan’s mad that she didn’t get to join in!”

Dylan sputtered at the accusation. “I’m… not… that’s not why… okay, I kinda am.”

Alex leaned against the bathroom counter, unable to believe what she was hearing. “Then you’ve been wanting to sleep with me this whole time?”

Natalie shrugged again, throwing up her hands, and Alex mimicked the gesture in confusion.

“If that’s the way things went…” Natalie ventured casually.

“It’s not the way things went!” Alex protested. “You just started going down on my boyfriend and I shared him with you!”

“So that’s what it takes,” Dylan mused.

Alex whirled on her. “I… no. No! Don’t try it.”

“She can try it if she wants to,” Natalie said, defensive on Dylan’s behalf.

“No, she can’t!”

“I got to,” Natalie pointed out.

“You should’ve cleared it with me first!” Alex insisted. “If you wanted to have a threesome with me—”

“I didn’t want to have a threesome with you, I just wanted to suck Quentin’s cock. With you. Which I guess is technically a threesome…”

“God, that must’ve been some cock,” Dylan said.

Alex took out her phone. “Do you want me to text him for a dick pic? Would that shut you up?”

Dylan poked the inside of her cheek with her tongue in thought. “Depends on if it meets my standards or not.”

“Oh, it meets them,” Natalie assured her.

“Nat!”

“I’m just saying Dylan doesn’t have, like, impossibly high standards.”

“I have high standards,” Dylan insisted.

“I’m saying you’re not demanding.”

“Is that why you don’t want to sleep with me?” Dylan asked. “Because I don’t meet your high standards?”

“My high standards?” Natalie asked. “I thought we were talking about your standards!”

“Now I have standards,” Dylan said.

“I’m the only one with high standards here,” Alex said. “That’s why everyone wants to sleep with my boyfriend.”

“And no one wants to sleep with me, apparently,” Dylan said.

“Is that what this is about?” Natalie asked.

“No,” Alex began, “it’s about—“

“Yes,” Dylan answered. “We’re having threesomes together now and I’m not part of them?”

“We’re not having threesomes!” Alex insisted, but Dylan and Natalie had cut her out of the conversation.

“We didn’t plan it,” Natalie said. “Haven’t you been listening to a word Alex said? It just happened.”

“And it just happened not to happen to include me.”

“Yes! No! It was spontaneous!”

“Thank you!” Alex sighed. “That’s what I’ve been trying to say!”

“But I think you’re really attractive and I would love to have sex with you. Anytime you want,” Natalie told Dylan, reaching out to stroke her hair. “And if you want to have a threesome with Alex’s boyfriend, that’s fine by me.”

“She doesn’t!” Alex growled.

“Well, if it means finding out what Super-Dick looks like…”

“He does not have a super-dick!”

“I thought it was pretty good,” Natalie said.

“You shouldn’t!” Alex told her.

“You think it’s bad?”

“See?” Dylan asked. “High standards.”

“I don’t have high standards!” Alex cried. She checked herself. “I do, but not that high.”

Natalie nodded to Dylan. “Because he really does have a great—“

“I am not sharing my boyfriend,” Alex interrupted.

“Well,” Natalie reasoned, “if it’s really bothering Dylan that she didn’t get a shot at him—“

“Yeah,” Dylan said with an impish grin. “Natalie helped you out and she got to have a threesome with you. I helped you out and what do I get?”

Alex bounced up and down on her heels dejectedly. She hated the feel of the tide turning against her as they ganged up. “You said you had a really good nap?” she tried pathetically.

Natalie reached over to her, caressing Dylan’s arm with a light but meaningful touch. “If you want… I could pay you back. Show you how much I’m sure Alex would appreciate you, if she weren’t only having sex with her boyfriend from now on.”

“No, don’t… don’t have sex with her for me,” Alex protested.

“I’m… kinda liking the idea,” Dylan admitted. “Kinda… treat myself. Like ice cream for this bad mood I’ve been in.”

Feeling lost at sea, Alex resorted to business. “Well—anyway—we have to crack that safe. Remember? Looloo DeBrie?”

“I thought we were looking under the guy’s pillow first,” Natalie said in a haze, gazing into Dylan’s eyes.

Dylan was looking back into hers. She was unable to look away. “Yeah, Alex… go look under his pillow.”

Alex fixed Natalie with a stare that the blonde seemed oblivious to. “This is because I drank his cum and you didn’t, isn’t it?”

Natalie was oblivious, but Dylan wasn’t. She whirled on Alex. “Stop trying to make me jealous that I slept through the orgy! I needed to catch up on my sleep!”

Alex threw her hands up. “Fine. Just fuck each other in the bathroom of this luxurious Hollywood Hills house party.” She stormed off before she could admit how much that sounded like something that belonged on her bucket list.