Chapter 3: Set Up
The door to the Cigar Room creaked open with a well-oiled ease, revealing a sanctuary of masculinity. The room was bathed in a warm, golden glow, the lights dimmed to a soft hue that cast long, dancing shadows across the polished wooden paneling. The air was thick with the scent of aged tobacco and the faintest hint of leather, a soothing aroma that embraced its patrons like a familiar hug.
The walls were adorned with shelves laden with rare and expensive cigars, each one a work of art, meticulously rolled and aged to perfection.
The furniture was large and comfortable, leather chairs arranged in small groups, encouraging conversation and camaraderie. A steward stood behind a mahogany bar, polishing a crystal tumbler with a soft cloth, his eyes scanning the room with a practiced, unobtrusive gaze.
Marcus nudged Travis, a playful glint in his eyes. "Looks like they take their smoking seriously around here. I could get used to this."
Travis chuckled, his attention already drawn to a group of men huddled in the far corner. "That's the spirit, Marcus. You could afford it, though a local County Club may be a better investment. "
"I'll have to look into that once we get back." Marcus said trying not to show his excitement. He was already having a great time. Travis Evans stood at the entrance of the Cigar Room, his eyes scanning the room. His gaze landed on a group of men huddled in the far corner, their laughter echoing through the dimly lit room. One man, in particular, caught his attention. He was older, with a silver fox's confidence and a sharp, commanding presence. Travis recognized him instantly. Mr. Belk. The man was sitting in a large leather chair, a cigar in one hand and a glass of what looked like aged scotch in the other. He was surrounded by an entourage of men, all laughing and joking as if they didn't have a care in the world. Travis felt a rush of adrenaline. This was his opportunity. He turned to Marcus, a sly smile playing on his lips.
"Let's make our move. I want to introduce myself to Mr. Belk and his friends. Maybe I can sweeten the deal with some Cohiba Spectre 2023 cigars." Travis considered. He turned to the steward "Do you have any of those umm Cohiba Spectre cigars. The 2023s? I need 7. Bring them to me and my friends over there." Travis pointed to Mr. Belk.
Travis Evans strode purposefully across the room, his silver eyes locked onto Mr. Belk. As he approached, he noticed the older man's entourage seemed to intrigue him as much as the target. Four men, all successful in their own right, each with a unique aura of power and confidence. Travis could feel the weight of their gazes as he approached, but he didn't let it deter him. He was Travis Evans, after all, and he knew how to command a room CEO of Polar Enterprises.
"Gentlemen," Travis said, his voice a smooth as vintage whiskey. He extended a hand towards Mr. Belk. "Travis Evans, CEO of Polar Enterprises. I believe we spoke on the phone?"
Mr. Belk looked up, his eyes narrowing slightly as he took in Travis's appearance. He was dressed impeccably, but there was something about him, an air of confidence that bordered on cockiness. He took Travis's hand, his grip firm and sure. "Belk," he said, his voice a low rumble. "And these are my associates.
Mr. Swan, Dr. Henry, Mr. Hunter, and Mr. Roland." Belk introduced the men, each one nodding in acknowledgment. Travis shook hands with each of them, his smile never fading. "Pleasure to meet you all."
Belk raised an eyebrow. "You're here to play golf?"
Travis chuckled, "Well, I do enjoy a good game. But I must admit, I'm more interested in exploring potential business opportunities." He replied. Mr. Belk waved him away with his hand. "I'm not here to network or golf. I'm enjoying chewing the fat with my old friends. No offense but you're not a friend of mine." Mr. Belt responded, kind but stern. As he did the steward came over and placed the seven boxed Cohiba Spectre 2023 cigars on the table between them. Travis smiled,
"Apologies. I was just answering your question. I wanted to chew the fat too. I bought these Cohiba Spectre cigars for all of us here. They're a favorite of mine. These are 2023s which are a personal favorite of mine. Just a respectful way to say hello." Mr. Belk smiled as Travis spoke, "Looks like we might be friends after all. At least we have something in common. Sit down, have some scotch. I love a smooth liquor and a fine cigar" Mr. Belk said. "Yes the only thing I like more is a fine woman. I don't mean a sweet one. I've had a wonderful wife for 23 years. She's like the sun on my skin. Nice and warm. But I love a good well bodied whore." Mr. Belk said with a chuckle
, his eyes gleaming with mischief as he raised his glass. "To fine women, fine whiskey, and fine cigars." The men around him clinked their glasses in agreement, their laughter filling the room.
Travis took a seat, feeling the weight of their gazes as he leaned back in his chair. He knew the game he was playing, and he was good at it. "So, Mr. Belk, I've heard you're quite the golfer. I'd love to challenge you sometime."
Mr. Belk took a puff of his cigar, his eyes never leaving Travis. "Liar. That's a hawk of shit boy. I'm a lousy golfer. Any of my friends here will tell you that." The men nodded and Mr. Chin laughed. "Mr. Belk spends all his time trying to hit on Miss Hanks." Mr. Chin said giving Mr. Belk a joking pat on the shoulder.
"Some good it does me. That woman is impossible, and proud too. I'd give my Rolls Royce to get a peak at those perky tits of hers."
"And that ass... a work of art." Mr. Roland chimed in, his eyes glinting with lust.
Travis raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. "Tiffany, The receptionist?" Travis asked.
"If you want her, I mean really want her, Travis is your guy." Marcus spoke up. "You let Marcus at her, he can talk any woman into fucking him and anyone he wants them to."
"Bullshit."Mr. Belk responded.
"No bullshit" Marcus responded puffing on his cigar.
"You're not talking drugging or underhanded cohersing are you? I funny like that kind of thing" Mr. Belk responded.
"No I use good ole fashioned charm. I think a lot of women like my eyes." Travis speculated.
"Well if you could get that blonde bombshell to let us use her like a slut, I would take that action. If you can pull that off then we could go form chewing fat to talking some business, because I'd consider you a very capable man." Mr. Belk said with a chuckle, raising his glass. The men around him clinked their glasses in agreement, their laughter filling the room once more.
As the laughter subsided, the door to the Cigar Room creaked open, revealing two familiar faces. Tiffany Hanks and Becca Andrews, both off duty and dressed in casual attire, stepped into the room. Tiffany's blue eyes scanned the group, a smirk playing at the corners of her lips as she spotted Travis and Marcus. "Well, look what we have here. Our new member and his CFO" she teased, her voice light and playful.
Becca, her blonde hair cascading over her shoulders, followed Tiffany's gaze. "Oh, hello there.
Didn't expect to see you two here," Tiffany said, her eyes locking onto Travis. She gave him a playful wink, as if sharing an inside joke. Travis, without missing a beat, winked back, his silver eyes twinkling with mischief. The room seemed to grow warmer, the air thick with an unspoken promise. Becca, noticing the exchange, raised an eyebrow. "What's going on here, you two? Cat got your tongue?" she asked, her voice a mix of amusement and curiosity. Marcus, ever the perceptive one, leaned in, his eyes darting between Travis and Tiffany.
"Well this is a rare site. Young ladies in the Cigar Room. But it's fine with me. Hey steward bring the ladies one of the fruity things women like. Make it a triple." Mr Belk shouted.
Travis didn't respond to Tiffany with words. He looked at her and smiled. His eyes darted from her to his lap and back to her filled with suggestion. Tiffany's cheeks flushed with a hint of pink, her lips curled into a playful smile. "I don't know what you're talking about, Mr. Evans. You know I'm just here to do my job," she said, her voice sweet but firm.
Then, in a sudden change of demeanor, she bit her lip and took a seat in Travis's lap, her arms wrapping around his neck. "But if you're looking for someone to entertain you, I might be persuaded." She turned to Becca, a mischievous glint in her eye. "Becca, why don't you go keep Mr. Belk company? I'm sure he'd love to have such a beautiful young lady sitting next to him."
Becca raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk tugging at her lips. "Oh, you're just trying to get rid of me, aren't you?" she teased, but she didn't argue. She turned to Mr. Belk, her hips swaying slightly as she walked over to him. "Mind if I join you?" she asked, her voice a sultry purr.
Travis leaned in closer, his silver eyes filled with a intensity that sent shivers down Tiffany's spine. He whispered into her ear, his voice low and velvety, "I've been watching you, and I must say, you're even more breathtaking up close."
Tiffany's cheeks flushed a deeper shade of pink, her breath hitching slightly at his words.
Mr. Belk and his colleagues marveled at Travis' talent with women, giving Becca a gentle squeeze. The drinks came, and Mr. Belt ordered another round and more top shelf bourbon. They laughed and joked for a short time while Travis whispered increasingly suggestive regards to Tiffany who would smile, blush and giggle. He rubbed her though and have her small kisses in her neck. He could feel her goosebumps, and her race as she sat in his lap. He felt the time was right.
He leaned in and whispered in her ear. Pulled her head back and looked at him, " No I'll get in trouble!" She giggled back to him.
"What? What you two going on about?" Becca asked Tiffany.
"He wants me to take my shirt off." Tiffany said. Becca burst with laughter. "I'd get in so much trouble. I work here." Tiffany reasoned.
Mr. Belt looked at the steward and gestured for him to leave. The steward reading the room left shutting the door behind him. The sun had gone down and technically the space was closed, still he instructed the staff and security that Mr. Belk, one of their richest clients, had asked not to be disturbed.
"You girls don't need to worry about any trouble. Not as long as I have any day so." Mr Belk responded. Tiffany looked at the men in the room her cheeks burning red.
"You funny have to if you didn't want to. But I really want to see what you look like younger those clothes." Travis said looking down at Tiffany.
"Oh my God I feel so shy. Becca you have to do it with me. I'd be too embarrassed by myself." Tiffany confessed, hesitant but intrigued, her eyes darting between Travis and Becca. Travis, with a sly smirk, took the lead, his hands gently caressing Tiffany's arms. "Come on, Tiffany. You're beautiful. You have nothing to be ashamed of. " He encouraged her, his voice low and sultry, sending a shiver down her spine.
Tiffany looked at Becca with pleading eyes. Begging her to agree to do it with her. Becca, seeing the desperation in Tiffany's eyes, nodded slowly. “Okay, but only because you’re a friend,” she said. Her cheeks flushed.
Travis smiled “That’s it ladies. Let's see what you got."
Becca and Tiffany began taking their shirts off. Becca, still sitting in Mr. Belk's lap pulled hers over her head, while Tiffany unbuttoned her blouse button by button.
The men oggled the women in their bras. Mr. Belk reached up squeezing Becca's breast through her bra. Becca laughed in response.
"Don't stop there ladies." Travis encouraged and the other men shouted encouragement for them to two to continue taking off their clothes.
Becca swiftly removed her bra, revealing her perky breasts. Tiffany, hesitant at first, slowly unhooked her own bra, her eyes darting nervously between the men. Travis could feel her trembling slightly, but he whispered words of encouragement into her ear, his hands gently rubbing her arms to soothe her nerves.
"That's it, Tiffany," he murmured. "You're stunning. Show them what they're missing."
Tiffany took a deep breath and slipped off her bra, her breasts bouncing free.
Travis reached around squeezing her breasts, playing with her nipples and kissing her neck seductively. Mr. Belk followed suit taking Becca's breast in his mouth, teasing her nipple softly.
"You two are so beautiful." Mr. Roland said as he watched on.
"I can't believe how perfect their breasts are." Mr Chin agreed. Doctor step out and bring them more drinks, and grab us some snacks too. Tell them no staff in here" Mr. Chin instructed.
Mr. Belk nodded in agreement, his eyes taking in Tiffany and Becca's bare chest.
"You have no idea how long I've been dreaming of this," he whispered, his voice heavy with lust.
Travis chuckled, his eyes locked onto Tiffany's, a wicked gleam shining in their depths. "Well, Mr. Belk, it seems like tonight is your lucky night." Travis said.
The room was filled with a palpable tension, the air thick with the scent of expensive cigars, aged scotch, and the sweet, intoxicating fragrance of young women, who oooed and aaahed with pleasure as their breasts were enjoyed.
Dr. Henry returned with snacks and drinks. The facility was technically closed and they were now paying having to pay a rental fee, which the Doctor gladly told them to bill to Mr. Belk, who he was sure would be happy to pay. The girls too their drinks. Drinking as they were touched and stimulated and enjoying themselves.
When Travis thought the time was right he made the suggestion. "Do you feel good Tiffany?" He whispered. She nodded feeling too aroused to speak. "If you want to we could make you feel better. You want us to make you feel better?"
"You want me to take my skirt off?" She asked, managing a whisper.
"No, just your panties." Travis replied. The men looked on with great surprise as she stood and removed her panties. Everyone except Marcus, who never doubted his friend's ability. Marcus was surprised when Becca stood and took her pants off. Willing to go all in with her friend. Becca took off her panties and stood for a moment naked. At first the men just stared unable to comprehend the implications.
"Now we are going to take our pants off, okay?" Travis asked Tiffany and Becca. The two blushed as they nodded.
"Are we really doing this," Becca asked Tiffany.
"I know right?" Tiffany responded a bit nervously. "But I kinda want to.* She confessed with a smile. Becca smiled back.
Tiffany smiled at the men, and Becca looked at Mr. Belk, "Are you going first?" She asked sounding shy for a woman standing nude before a group of men. Travis smiled confidently at her, and Mr. Belk, eager to be the first, stood up and removed his pants."
Moments later, the room was filled with the sounds and sights of sex as the men took turns fucking Tiffany and Becca.
In the dimly lit study, the air thick with the scent of aged leather and the faintest hint of tobacco, Mr. Belk was the first to assert his claim. His rough, calloused hands gripped Becca's hips with a possessive urgency, pulling her back over the leather sofa with a force that left her gasping. She felt the sudden intrusion, her body tensing for a brief, involuntary moment before she succumbed to the rhythm of his thrusts, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. The room was filled with the sound of their bodies meeting, the soft creaking of the sofa, and the faint rustle of fabric as Mr. Belk's shirt rode up, exposing the aged skin if his back. Meanwhile, Tiffany found herself on her back, the plush rug beneath her providing a soft cushion to her writhing form. Mr. Swan knelt between her legs, his eyes locked onto hers as his mouth and hands began their explorations with a hungry intensity. His fingers traced the curve of her waist, the swell of her hip, before moving lower, his touch igniting a fire within her. She could feel the heat of his breath on her skin, the soft brush of his lips against her neck, as he continued his relentless pursuit, his body pressing down on hers, pinning her to the rug.
She let out a soft moan, her hips arching up to meet his, her hands gripping fistfuls of his hair as he took one of her nipples into his mouth, his teeth grazing against the sensitive flesh. She could feel the weight of his body, the solid muscle pressing against her, the roughness of his hands as they explored her.
Tiffany hesitantly stood up, her body still trembling slightly from her encounter with Mr. Swan. Travis and Marcus helped her up taking her to Mr. Belk's chair. Mr. Belk gave them an approving smile as Tiffany stood before him naked. "You're a beautiful girl, Tiffany. Let's see what you can do," he said, his voice gruff with desire. Travis and Mr. Roland, seeing their opportunity, moved towards Becca. Travis's silver eyes gleamed with anticipation as he said, "Becca, why don't you take a seat on the couch? We'd like to explore those perfect breasts of yours." Marcus, always the observer, watched as Travis and Mr. Roland began to undress, their eyes never leaving Becca's body. As the other men watched in anticipation, Travis and Mr. Roland took their positions on either side of Becca, their hands eagerly exploring her body. Mr. Belk, meanwhile, guided Tiffany to his lap, his hands gripping her hips firmly as he positioned her over his erection.