Before Boss Dexter could proceed any further, Jenny and Joy took the initiative. With a playful tug, they pulled him onto the bed, gently guiding him to lie down as they positioned themselves on either side of him.
Jenny leaned in close, her lips brushing against his ear as she whispered sweet nothings, her voice a soft melody that sent shivers down his spine. Her fingers danced lightly over his chest, tracing patterns that made his heart race. “You’re in for a treat,” she murmured, her breath warm against his skin.
Joy, not to be outdone, caressed his arm, her touch feather-light yet electrifying. “Just relax and let us take care of you,” she purred, her eyes locking with his in a gaze that promised untold delights.
Boss Dexter, caught up in the moment, could barely contain his excitement. “This is… incredible,” he stammered, his voice thick with anticipation. He swallowed hard, trying to maintain his composure as his mind swirled with the possibilities of what was to come.
The two women continued their gentle ministrations, their hands exploring with a teasing familiarity that left Boss Dexter breathless. He found himself responding eagerly, his words tumbling out in a mix of eagerness and awe. “I’ve never… felt anything like this.”
Jenny bit her lip, teasingly ready to remove her clothing, which only heightened Boss Dexter’s anticipation. His eyes widened, and he could hardly contain his excitement, his breath coming in quick, eager gasps.
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Meanwhile, outside the house, Lucas and his group were concocting a plan of their own. Marco and Carlo decided to approach the two guards, aiming to distract them with a humorous twist.
With exaggerated movements, Marco strutted towards the guards, attempting to mimic Jenny’s earlier seductive walk. However, his over-the-top hip sways and exaggerated pout turned the scene into a comedic spectacle. “Hey there, handsome,” Marco said in a mock sultry voice, batting his eyelashes dramatically.
Carlo followed suit, trying to replicate Joy’s alluring demeanor. He attempted a seductive pose but ended up tripping over his own feet, landing in a heap with a loud thud. “Oops! I guess I’m just falling for you,” he quipped, bursting into laughter at his own antics.
The guards, initially taken aback, exchanged bewildered glances. One of them couldn’t help but snort with laughter. “What in the world are you two doing?” he asked, trying to keep a straight face but failing miserably.
Marco, now on a roll, pretended to blow kisses, but his exaggerated gestures made it look more like he was swatting flies. “Just trying to show you a good time,” he replied with a wink, his voice dripping with mock seduction.
Carlo, not to be outdone, attempted a sultry wink, but ended up blinking both eyes in rapid succession, looking more like he had something in his eye. “Yeah, we’re here to sweep you off your feet,” he added, striking a pose that was more awkward than alluring.
The second guard doubled over with laughter, wiping tears from his eyes. “You two are something else,” he managed to say between chuckles. “I’ve never seen anything like it!”
Marco and Carlo, encouraged by the guards’ laughter, decided to take their antics up a notch. As they moved closer, they exaggerated their movements even more, turning their playful mimicry into a full-blown comedic routine.
Marco sidled up to one of the guards, fluttering his fingers in a mock attempt to caress the guard’s arm. “Oh, don’t be shy,” he teased, his voice dripping with exaggerated charm. “We don’t bite… much.”
Carlo, not wanting to be left out, approached the other guard with a dramatic flourish, pretending to swoon as he leaned against him. “Is it just me, or is it getting hot out here?” he quipped, fanning himself with his hand in an overly theatrical manner.
The guards, initially amused, suddenly felt a strange chill run down their spines as Marco and Carlo’s antics took on an unexpected twist. The exaggerated touches and overly familiar gestures reminded them of a horror movie they had watched recently, where seemingly innocent actions turned sinister.
One guard, trying to shake off the eerie feeling, chuckled nervously. “You guys are really committed to this act, huh?” he said, attempting to keep the mood light despite the goosebumps on his arms.
The other guard, feeling a similar unease, shifted uncomfortably but couldn’t help but laugh at the absurdity of the situation. “Yeah, it’s like a comedy-horror show,” he joked, trying to mask his discomfort with humor.
Marco and Carlo, noticing the guards’ mixed reactions, decided to push the envelope even further. With exaggerated puckers, they leaned in as if to plant comical kisses on the guards’ cheeks.
Marco, with his lips comically pursed, made exaggerated smooching noises as he inched closer. “Come on, just one little peck for good luck!” he teased, his eyes twinkling with mischief.
Carlo, not to be outdone, mimicked Marco’s actions, his lips forming an exaggerated pout. “Pucker up, buttercup!” he chimed in, his voice dripping with playful sarcasm.
The guards, caught off guard by this unexpected turn, recoiled in mock horror, their eyes wide with a mix of amusement and disgust. “Whoa, whoa, whoa! Personal space, guys!” one of them exclaimed, holding up his hands defensively as he took a step back.
The other guard, trying to suppress his laughter, shook his head vigorously. “Yeah, no thanks! I’ve got a strict no-kissing-on-duty policy,” he joked, his voice tinged with both humor and relief at the distance.
Marco and Carlo, seeing the guards’ reactions, burst into laughter themselves, their antics having achieved the desired effect. “Alright, alright, we’ll spare you this time,” Marco said, backing off with a playful wink.
Carlo, still chuckling, added, “Consider yourselves lucky. Our kisses are known to be… unforgettable!” He wiggled his eyebrows comically, eliciting another round of laughter from the guards.
Marco, catching his breath from the laughter, straightened up and announced with a flourish, “Alright, folks, our show is over. Time for the next act to take the stage!” With a dramatic bow, he signaled the end of their comedic performance.
The guards, still chuckling, exchanged puzzled glances. “Next act?” one of them asked, curiosity piqued.
As Marco and Carlo sauntered away, they gestured towards the path behind them. Emerging from the shadows was a man with a burly physique, confidently striding towards the guards. He was clad in a bright pink dress that clung to his muscular frame, his legs noticeably hairy beneath the hem.
The guards’ eyes widened in disbelief, their earlier amusement giving way to a mix of surprise and apprehension. They swallowed hard, their minds racing back to the wild scenarios they had imagined earlier.