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A lovely double-edged sword
There were times when the head employers at this firm knew that it probably had been a double-edged sword, having the relationship they had with their employee, Clarke Griffin.
Clarke Griffin was their employee, and they loved her more than anyone, and yes, they understood that their sexual relationship with her was at best, unconventional. But it was also, perhaps, illegal and not quite right.
Yes, they had drawn up a contract to make sure that she had more control in the relationship than she would under normal circumstances, however, it didn't change that this was a…complicated relationship.
Clarke loved them, they loved Clarke.
That was all that mattered to them.
However, often it could be a bit…..inconvenient.
For example, at this moment? All five Bruce, Natasha, Yelena, Thor and Clint, were listening to their fellow employers, and were regretting it.
See, they were supposed to focus only on the work at hand, and they were communicating with their coworkers, but apparently, their coworkers in question; Hela, Wanda, Melina, Elektra, Jessica and Frank, were…busy.
Currently, as they sat at the table, listening to the talk from a fellow firm, who was casting out their ideas for this company, Bruce, Natasha, Clint, Thor and Yelena, were trying hard to focus, and not listen to what was happening that they were listening from the ear buds in their ears.
Yes, they could switch the pods off, but…listening to Clarke cry out, was a bit too appealing for them.
Natasha forced down a growl when she heard Clarke cry out, and clearly, Frank had done something to her, because Clarke cried out, "Daddy!"
Natasha tried not to think too much about Clarke crying out, "daddy" for her, as Clarke did whenever Natasha railed the young woman with a strap or fisted the blonde young woman's pussy.
She didn't have to look at Bruce or Thor to know that they were likely trying to calm themselves down too, thinking about Clarke crying out "daddy" for them, too.
Natasha actually couldn't stop a growl, and she gripped the edge of the table, when she heard Hela speaking to Clarke.
Hela said, "Now, now, baby girl, don't let your daddy have all of your cries. Let your mommies hear some of your screams, my love."
Clarke whimpered.
Then Natasha, Thor, Bruce, Clint and Yelena heard Wanda purr, "Sweet girl, why don't you scream for your mommies. And for your daddy Frank. And for any of your daddies or mommies that might be listening."
Natasha glanced at Thor, seeing his jaw tight, his blue eyes misty with lust.
Wanda purred then to Hela, "Get the straps, Hela."
Hela laughed wickedly, and there was movement, and Clarke whimpered out, "no-oh, uh…."
"Say your safeword, Clarke," Hela ordered, "If you want this to stop? Say your safeword."
Natasha now smirked and she made out Thor and Bruce smirking too, out of the corner of her eye.
They knew Clarke wasn't going to say her safeword.
"Go on, sweetie, say it," Wanda said, though she knew what everyone else in this arrangement knew, that Clarke wasn't going to say it.
There was silence, save for the sound of something liquid being rubbed along a surface, and Natasha knew that lube was being applied to the straps.
"Turn her on her side," Hela ordered, and there was movement and Natasha and the others heard sheets being moved.
"Your safeword, baby girl," Wanda cooed, and Natasha tried to ignore how wet she was getting at the thought of Clarke about to be fucked with some straps, "Or your ass and your cunt are both about to be pounded."
Natasha by no means missed the groans to her right, where Thor and Bruce were, or the groans to her left, where Yelena and Clint were.
There was no sound from Clarke, just a moan.
And everyone; those who were having their way with Clarke, and those that were here, pretending to pay attention to this meeting, knew what Clarke's choice was.
So, it was not a surprise to Natasha, Yelena, Thor, Bruce or Clint, when they heard something thick and slick move against flesh, and heard Clarke gasp, then heard her whimper, then after several moments, cried out, pleasure filling her tone as she cried out, "Mommies!"
Natasha cleared her throat, imagining Hela taking Clarke's cunt with a strap or taking Clarke's ass with a strap, and Wanda taking Clarke's ass with a strap, or Clarke's cunt with a strap.
You know, this arrangement often felt like a double-edged sword, but at other times? Well, at other times, or rather, most of the times, it was one of those addicting things that none of them could give up.
After all, why would they switch off their ear buds and listen to anything else except listen to Clarke getting her brains fucked out?