Angels Landing (Katie's POV) Ch. 03

This story is told from Katie's point of view. It is being adapted from an on going roleplay that we have been wring now for over 3 months. For the other side of this experience--told through Jacky's eyes--check out "Angel's Landing (Jacky's POV)" by Jackhawk. We're writing from opposite ends of the same story, so be sure to follow both to experience it all!

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Stepping lightly down the hallway, the robe swishes softly against my thighs, my skin still tingling from where his breath last touched me. The heat of him lingers, his scent clinging to me, the taste of him still fresh in my mouth. Beneath the robe, my own slickness is drying on my skin like a secret only I know, something raw and unfinished.

I slow as I pass one of the doors and freeze when I hear it, and I swear I hear my name and it is coming from Antonio, his voice, low, rough and unmistakable.

He's fucking someone, hard.

The sharp rhythm of bodies colliding, the breathy cries of the woman beneath him, his voice a guttural growl of pleasure. My breath catches, and my fingers clutch at the belt of the robe like it's the only thing holding me together.

He was just with me, touching me and now he's in there, finishing what he didn't finish with me, inside someone else.

Instead, I let myself imagine it's me in that room with him. That it's my voice echoing back, not hers.

I press my hands against the tile and tilt my face up to the spray, letting it rinse away the mess he made of me. I watch it swirl down the drain, a silent goodbye to whatever that just was.

And yet, I already miss it.

I soap my body quickly, efficiently, scrubbing away the evidence but not the memory. My nipples stay hard under the hot water, my body humming even as I rinse clean. He didn't even fuck me--but somehow he woke something up inside me.

I towel off and reach for the robe, finding a fresh one in its place. Looking up, I see Jill, over her shoulder is a hanger in that plastic like from the dry cleaners. Smiling, she holds the hanger for me to see, my freshly cleaned jean shorts and mens shirt, nicely starched and pressed. Her soft low voice, smooth as silk.

"I was thinking you might want to save this for... you know...'old times sake'..."

Her eyes are taking all of me in, her other hand softly caresses the outline of her blouse, her fingers dragging slowly in an arch around and over her breast. The corner of her lower lip between her teeth, a look of hungry desire on her face.

Staring at the hanger like it might burn me. The shirt is crisp now, the collar perfectly pressed, the shorts folded just so beneath it. It looks like something someone cared about. Like it matters.

But I remember the man who gave it to me, his breath sour, his eyes hungry. I remember how cold I was that night. What I had to say. What I had to do, the way he handed it over like it was a trade and he'd gotten the better deal. Now here it is, washed, pressed, and presented like a gift.

My stomach flips. I've been trying to become someone new. Trying to leave her behind, the girl who wore that shirt like armor. Who smiled because she had to. Who let men think they were saving her when really, she was just buying time.

"Thanks," I murmur, my voice soft. Almost steady.

Jill's voice cuts through my thoughts. Smooth and casual, too casual.

"I watched you in Antonio's room... that was really incredible."

I freeze, her words echo in the quiet like a whisper shouted through a megaphone

.

She watched? Did they all watch?

There are cameras, of course there are. This place is too perfect, too choreographed, too controlled not to be watching.

She saw everything, my thighs clench, god help me, the thought of them watching makes me wetter.

"Oh... I didn't mean to embarrass you... my god... it was beautiful! I... ummm... was hoping it would have gone a bit further... but you know how it is around here!"

Jill shifts from one foot to the other, then... "You know, I've been here for 2 months.

I'm waiting for a break. Obviously, they have big plans for you. I can tell, I mean, the way Julia looks at you and the way she made sure Antonio didn't"

She trails off, her voice dying realizing she said too much.

"Ummm... maybe you and I could chat some time, maybe go get a coffee... maybe?"

Her intent is half a statement and the other half a question.

"Oh... I almost forgot"

She reaches in her shirt, pulling something out that was tucked inside her bra, next to her breast.

"Your panties... nice and clean... still warm."

Her smile is warm, her intent is well meant.

"Well, I have to get back... it has been nice to chat with you... Katie."

Jill turns and leaves just as Julia is coming through the door.

"Antonio's room needs a good cleaning Jill!" Julia half snaps...

Her gaze then lands on me, her smile soft.

"How do you feel, gorgeous! Did I not tell you how fabulous Antonio is?"

"Oh yes he is" I pause, swallowing "Very talented."

Julia's smile is soft, but her eyes are knowing, too knowing. Like she's seen it all.

I pull in a breath, the shirt slides over my shoulders easily, the fabric familiar in a way that makes my throat tighten. I don't think about the past when I button it, I just move, quick and quiet, smoothing it down over the shorts like I can somehow make myself look composed, but I don't feel composed, I feel watched.

As I adjust the collar, I glance back at Julia, trying to read her. She's not saying anything, just standing there, arms crossed, waiting.

I clear my throat, tucking a strand of damp hair behind my ear. "I'll hurry," I murmur, almost more to myself than to her.

Trying to sound light, casual, "So... about the massage," I start, eyes flicking toward hers, "I didn't mean for it to get that... intense. I just hope..." I pause, biting the inside of my cheek before adding, "Do you think Jacky will be upset with me?"

Julia smiles, "Oh I think you did just fine and if I know Jacky, and I do, I'm pretty sure he is very pleased. Actually, it could have been quite a bit more intense, but that's not the way our evaluation program is designed. I'd say you passed that with flying colors! Now we are going to have some fun at the salon. Time to get you ready for dinner tonight"

Julia curls her finger for me to come and follow. She walks me down through the mall again and into the Salon. The manager, Andrea, greets us.

"Welcome Julia and this must be Katie... I heard that you are coming to see us today!"

Her trained eyes look at my frizzy distressed mop and she almost cringes...

"Hmmm... I think you should have scheduled 3 hours instead of 2 Julia! I believe I am going to have to call in our specialist... Sergio!"

Julia rolls her eyes, turns out she can't stand Sergio, or Serg for short!

Serg comes from the back and goes into his act...

"Well, I see Julia has dragged another of her strays in from the jungle!"

He takes one look at me and feigns a panic laden horror attack. Circling, he takes my hand and winks, leaning in close.

"Don't mind that over sexualized hussy! I will take care of you sugar!"

He glares at Julia and snarls...

"Don't you have some little children to terrorize somewhere... hussey!"

Julia scowls and swears under her breath..."One of these days you little bitch!"

Serg rolls his eyes and turns back to me, his voice low just to piss her off...

"Never mind her sweetie... I'm going to make you into the star baby girl... about time somebody comes in to replace that witch!"

Andrea intervenes to sort of diffuse the situation. She is aware of the hatred between these two.

"Come with me Julia... I think we can handle this from here... Id say come back for her in 3 hours"

Serg guides me to a chair. Julia glares at him one more time and then leaves.

"Now you just lay back and let me work darling, You look exhausted honey, relax and let me handle this."

I'm in the massage room, that same low lighting, the heady scent of oils and candle smoke clinging to the warm air. My body stretched out naked on the table, skin slick from the massage Antonio has started, his hands skilled, knowing exactly where to touch, where to tease.

His mouth moves between my legs, and I'm melting. He's slow, deliberate, like he's savoring every inch of me. My breath catches with every flick of his tongue, every gentle suck. My thighs tremble, hips lifting to meet him, needing more. He moans into me, and it sends a ripple straight up my spine.

I close my eyes, floating on sensation... until I hear the soft creak of the door.

I blink, and Julia walks in like she owns the air in the room. Naked, exposing her curves, and there's a lazy, sultry smile on her lips as her eyes lock on mine. She doesn't say anything, she just steps forward, placing a hand on Antonio's shoulder.

He looks up at me, waiting.

I don't stop him, I can't.

He rises, graceful, obedient, and Julia slips between my legs replacing him like it's where she's always meant to be. Her mouth is softer than his, more wicked somehow. She knows what she's doing. The first press of her tongue causes me cry out, and she just hums against me in approval.

My back arches. I can barely keep my thoughts straight.

Then I feel Antonio's hands on me again, but this time, he's guiding me up. Gently, insistently. I let him move me, pliant and breathless, and before I know it I'm on all fours across the table, knees spreading instinctively to keep Julia's mouth on me.

She doesn't miss a beat. If anything, the new angle gives her more access, more control.

Antonio steps in front of me, his cock hard and thick, the head flushed and already glistening. His fingers curl under my chin, and our eyes meet, dark and intense.

He doesn't ask, he doesn't need to. I open my mouth for him.

He slides in slowly, groaning as my lips wrap around him. I suck him deep, moaning softly around his length as Julia works her tongue in slow, punishing circles below me. The feeling is overwhelming, giving and receiving, filled and devoured all at once.

Antonio's hand tangles in my hair, guiding my pace as he rocks gently into my mouth. My hands grip the edge of the table, knuckles white, hips bucking helplessly against Julia's tongue. I feel her fingers now too, slick, skilled, pressing into me in a rhythm that matches the deep thrusts of my mouth.

I can't breathe, I don't want to. I want to stay here on this edge, drowning in pleasure.

I'm drenched, open and overwhelmed. Pleasure rolls through me in waves, almost too much, but I don't want it to stop. I want more, I want all of it.

Then I hear the voice, low, commanding and familiar. Jacky, he's here.

I lift my eyes, and he's standing in the doorway like he belongs to the dream. His suit is dark, shirt undone just enough to tease at the heat underneath. His gaze locked on me, hungry, possessive, proud.

Everything inside me tightens.

I try to say his name, but Antonio's cock fills my mouth again, and all that comes out is a moan. My body jerks as Julia sucks harder, deeper, her tongue unrelenting. I'm shaking now, caught between them, pleasure threatening to swallow me whole.

Jacky steps closer. His voice cutting through the haze.

"Look at you," he murmurs, eyes never leaving mine. "So eager to serve. So fucking perfect like this."

My heart pounds. I want to speak, to answer him, but I can only whimper, mouth full, body split open by sensation. Julia's fingers curl inside me just right, and I nearly collapse.

Jacky circles the table slowly, like a predator stalking something already caught. He stands behind me, one hand sliding down the curve of my back, fingertips grazing the base of my spine. My whole body tightens at his touch. His presence alone makes the air feel thicker, hotter.

"You were made for this," he says, voice low and reverent. "For us, but especially for me."

His hand wraps around my throat, lightly, like a promise.

Julia doesn't stop. If anything, she doubles down, like she wants to show him how well I can break. Antonio groans, thrusting gently into my mouth, his hand guiding my hair like I'm something precious. His precum is a musky silk!

Jacky leans in close, his breath hot at my ear.

"Take it all, baby. Show me how good you are."

And I do, take everything.

My mouth opens wider, taking Antonio deeper. My hips push back against Julia's face, shameless and slick. My moans vibrate through every part of me. I don't even know who I am at this moment, only what I feel.

Jacky's fingers move lower, between my thighs, over Julia's tongue. He slides into me alongside her, his touch heavier, deeper, and the stretch of it, the fullness makes me sob. Julia moans at the intrusion, her mouth still working on me, as if she's proud to share me with him.

Everything blurs, the walls pulse. Candlelight flickers like it's alive. I'm no longer on the table, I'm floating, suspended between them, weightless in Jacky's hands.

"You're going to be so good at Angel's Landing," he whispers, almost to himself.

"You'll bring them all to their knees, cum for me, Katie."

I come apart, hard. My entire body spasms, thighs trembling, mouth slipping from Antonio's cock as I scream Jacky's name into the room. Julia holds me through it, tongue relentless. Jacky doesn't stop, fingers still buried inside me, stroking every last wave from me until I'm trembling and spent and entirely his.

When it's over, I collapse forward into Antonio's arms, and Jacky leans down to kiss the back of my neck.

"You belong to me now."

And I believe him.

Julia lifts her head, licking her lips with a smug little smirk. Antonio pulls out slowly, leaving a trail of wetness on my tongue, and strokes his cock lazily, watching me with dark, hungry eyes.

But Jacky takes over now. He leans down, mouth brushing my ear.

"You think that was the end?" he whispers. "That was just the beginning."

He climbs onto the table behind me, his body flush against mine. I feel the heat of him, the weight, the sharp contrast of his control. His hand slides down between my thighs, still slick from Julia's tongue, and he touches me like he already knows every part of me.

"I want you to feel what it means to truly belong to me," he murmurs, kissing my neck. "No more hiding. No more pretending you're not perfect for this."

I cry out again, raw and aching and filled with him in every sense, even before he's inside me.

The room spins. I lose track of who's touching me, of what's real and what's a dream. Julia's nails rake down my legs. Antonio kisses my temple, still stroking himself beside me, murmuring my name and Jacky, Jacky is everywhere. In my head, in my skin, in my soul.

He fucks me deep and hard until I'm cumming again, harder this time, stars bursting behind my eyes. My body shakes, and I think I might cry, but I don't stop him. I don't want him to stop.

I jolt awake with a soft gasp, it takes me a moment to remember where I am. The light isn't candlelight, it's soft overhead bulbs. The scent in the air isn't massage oil, but eucalyptus steam and the clean bite of hair products. I'm not on a massage table, I'm in a salon chair at Angel's Landing.

My breath is still shallow. My thighs clenched involuntarily, the cape draped around my shoulders. Everything between my legs throbs, fuck, that dream. I feel soaked, wrecked, my body's still suspended somewhere between the table and the chair, between Julia's mouth and Jacky's voice.

I try to shift subtly, hoping no one notices the way my legs press tighter. I can still taste Antonio in my mouth, still feel Julia's tongue inside me, and Jacky's hands.

The mirror in front of me reflects the damage. My cheeks are flushed, lips parted, eyes glassy like I've just been kissed awake by something wicked.

"You belong to me now," Jacky had said in the dream.

And the worst part? I wanted it, I still want it.

Serg is doing my final rinse, he leans down and whispers in my ear. "That was fascinating to watch you naughty girl! I'd love to be inside that gorgeous little mind of yours when you continue that saga!"

The other girls and guy stylists are looking at me and smiling, cute little winks.

Serg is tenderly stroking the last remnants of shampoo and conditioner from my hair he again whispers...

"Now we are going to set you up and put your under the dryer, feel free to go back to gaga land baby girl, everyone is craving to watch you finish however or whatever is ravishing you in your subconscious!"

Serg smiles and kisses my cheek softly

"BTW sweetie... you are incredibly gorgeous... that ole bitch Julia doesnt know what you are capable of!"

I can barely move as Sergio leads me over to the dryer chair, my legs shaky like I've just run a marathon or, well, exactly what it feels like. The cape still draped around me feels heavier now, like it's holding in the heat that's still rolling through me. Every step I take, I feel slick between my thighs, my body betraying me with every breath, every memory.

Serg lowers the hood over my head, fingers brushing my temple like a lover might, and then he's gone, but not really. I can still feel him, them, all of them.

The hum of the dryer starts low and slow, filling my ears with a soft white noise that somehow amplifies the chaos inside me. I shift in the chair, trying not to squirm too obviously, but I know the way my cheeks are still flushed must be giving me away.

God, did they really all hear me?

I glance sideways and catch one of the stylists, tall, gorgeous, with glossy dark curls, smiling at me like she's in on a secret. Like she knows exactly whose mouth was between my legs just minutes ago... even if it was only a dream.

Only, as if that word means anything when my body still aches from it.

I lean back and let the dryer lull me again, heat swirling around my scalp, and almost instantly, I feel the pull... like my mind wants to go back. Like Jacky's voice is still echoing in some deep chamber inside me, whispering that this is only the beginning.

I try to resist it, to keep my eyes open, but the dryer hums a lullaby I can't ignore and then I'm back.

I'm still on the table, the candlelight flickering again, casting golden shadows across Julia's smirking mouth. Antonio is stroking himself beside me, and Jacky...

Jacky is still inside me.

His pace has slowed, but it's no less intense. It's deeper now, more possessive, like he's not just fucking my body but etching his name into my bones. His hand is on the back of my neck, keeping me down, grounded, filled, his voice a low growl behind my ear.

"I felt you try to leave, little one," he murmurs, his breath hot on my skin. "You thought you could wake up from me? From this? No. We're not done."

My hips rock helplessly, and I whimper, because he's right. I'm not done, not even close.

Julia shifts beneath me, her tongue teasing the oversensitive flesh, laughing softly like she loves that she's wrecking me with Jacky's assistance. Her nails trail up my thighs again, goosebumps chasing her touch, and when Jacky drives in deep, I sob--because it's too much and not enough and everything I need.

Antonio moves behind Jacky now, kneeling, reverent, like he's watching some sacred ritual.

"She's perfect," Antonio whispers, his voice low with awe. "She was made for this."

Jacky growls in agreement, one hand sliding around my waist to rub slow, punishing circles against my clit.

"Tell them, baby," Jacky whispers. "Tell them who you belong to."

But I can't speak. My mouth opens and nothing comes out--just a broken cry, a whimper, a need.

He pulls me up suddenly, flush against his chest, and wraps a hand around my throat again, firm but tender. His lips graze my jaw, and I feel him pulse inside me, harder, thicker, more demanding.

"Say it."

My voice is shaky, torn apart by sensation and surrender.

"I belong to you," I whisper, eyes fluttering shut. "I belong to you."

"Good girl."

And just like that, I'm flying again.

The pressure builds so fast it blinds me. Julia sucks hard, Antonio's hands grip my shoulders, and Jacky fucks me through it like he owns my soul. I scream as I come again, body convulsing, the room blurring into light and sound and them.

Then suddenly I feel it shift., like the dream is cracking. A sharp tingle at the base of my spine. A snap, I jolt.

And I'm back under the dryer, heart racing, skin soaked in sweat under the cape.

Serg is walking toward me again, holding a fresh towel, smirking like he knows exactly what I just went through.

He leans down, voice low and teasing.

"Welcome back, baby girl."

And all I can do is smile, flushed and wrecked and utterly exposed, because I can tell this isn't over, not even close.