She Used Me for a Dare… Now I Own Her Mother

The executive suite was dimly lit, the large dining table still cluttered with the remains of an extravagant meal.

Half-eaten lobster tails, scattered crumbs of brioche, and nearly empty wine glasses sat abandoned among crumpled napkins. The air smelled of rich butter and expensive wine.

Under the table, wet, rhythmic sounds filled the silence.

"Mhhhh!"

Siobhan was on her knees between Howard’s legs, her head bobbing steadily as she sucked him. Her lips stretched around his cock, working with practiced strokes.

"Ahh... fuck!"

Howard groaned, one hand tangled in Siobhan’s hair, guiding her rhythm, while his other hand rested on the table.

His fingertips brushed deliberately against Ruby’s as she reached to clear a plate. She smoothly pulled away, refusing to acknowledge the touch.

She kept her expression perfectly professional... polite smile, efficient movements... even as she stole a quick glance at him.

Even while getting sucked off, Howard’s eyes were locked on her, dark with lust and pathetic hope.

’This pig,’ she thought, disgust curling in her stomach.

She wouldn’t have minded joining in if there was any real potential. But these two? The man was unimpressive, and the woman was even worse... demanding, rude, and had already made Ruby run back and forth four times for minor changes.

The only reason they were even allowed in this suite was because of that man.

She suddenly remembered the handsome, ridiculously rich man she had locked eyes with at the reception earlier. Tall, broad-shouldered, with that effortless confidence and a smile that could melt steel.

Lydia... That lucky bitch must be having the time of her life right now with that hunk, while she was stuck here with this pathetic excuse of a man.

Ruby felt a sharp pang of jealousy twist in her chest.

’She’s only ordering everyone around because she’s the manager’s niece,’ she thought bitterly.

Her thoughts were suddenly interrupted by Howard’s loud, guttural groan.

"Fuck... so good—"

Howard’s hips jerked upward. His voice turned ragged.

"Just like that— I’m coming!"

Ruby froze mid-motion, a half-cleared plate still in her hands. She watched as Howard grabbed Siobhan’s head with both hands, holding her firmly in place while his body tensed.

Wave after wave of his release flooded her mouth, his groans deep and shameless.

Siobhan took it all without protest, her throat working visibly as she swallowed.

The wet, obscene sounds continued for a few more seconds until Howard finally slumped back into his chair with a satisfied sigh, his chest heaving.

Ruby stood there in silence, her professional smile long gone. For a moment, she simply watched the pathetic aftermath... Howard’s softening cock slipping from Siobhan’s swollen lips, a thin string of saliva and cum still connecting them.

Then, an idea sparked in her mind.

A slow, mysterious smile curved Ruby’s lips.

She quietly set the plate down, wiped her hands on a napkin, and turned toward the couple with a new glint in her eyes.

"Sir, I think I should go now and give you some private time," she said sweetly, her voice perfectly polite, though the smile never quite reached her eyes. "Please don’t hesitate to inform me if there’s anything else you want, Mr. Howard."

Howard, still breathing heavily, caught the subtle shift in her tone. A slow, sleazy grin spread across his face as he realized her intention. He reached out and took her hand, pressing it firmly.

"You can stay here if you want, you know..." he offered, his thumb stroking the back of her hand. "Siobhan will like your company."

Siobhan, still on her knees, was lazily licking the remaining cum from his softening dick when Howard suddenly cried out.

"Ahh—!" He looked down at her angrily, his grip tightening in her hair. "Careful with those teeth!"

Ruby’s mysterious smile deepened, perfectly poised.

"You’re funny, sir," she replied lightly, gently pulling her hand free. "Exactly like that man in the presidential suite..."

She let the words hang in the air for a moment, her eyes sparkling with calculated mischief.

Howard blinked, confusion cutting through his post-orgasm haze. "What about that man?"

For a brief moment, his mind raced with opportunistic thoughts.

He initially thought this was a golden opportunity. Since they were on the same floor, maybe he could get an introduction. If the guy was truly influential... a quick connection could open doors, secure favors, maybe even a future deal or two.

But from what he’d heard, the man hadn’t stepped out of his suite even once. He was clearly here for pure, uninterrupted pleasure.

No networking. No schmoozing. Just enjoying himself in the most exclusive space the hotel had to offer.

Howard’s brief spark of ambition faded into mild irritation. Some people really did have it all.

Before Ruby could respond, Siobhan rose gracefully from her knees, wiping the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand. Her eyes narrowed with sudden interest.

"Wait... you’ve been in the presidential suite?" she asked, her tone sharp and eager.

"Tonight?"

Ruby looked at their faces... Howard’s puzzled frown mixed with lingering lust, Siobhan’s excited curiosity... and felt a quiet thrill of satisfaction.

’Got you.’

She kept her expression sweet and professional, but inside, her smile was anything but innocent.

Suddenly her face changed, her eyes widened in feigned shock. She quickly pressed her lips together, as if she had just realized her mistake, and lowered her gaze like a guilty schoolgirl.

"I’m really sorry, sir... I wrongly mentioned another guest. Please forgive me," she said, her voice soft and apologetic. "And please don’t tell anyone... they’ll fire me if they find out I was gossiping about VIPs."

"Oh, come on," Siobhan chuckled, waving a dismissive hand. "Only we are here. Nobody’s gonna know what you said or what we heard."

She glanced at Howard with a sly smile. "And we are not going to tell anyone, are we, honey?"

"Definitely not," Howard agreed, leaning forward in his chair, his interest clearly piqued.

"See? You don’t need to worry at all," Siobhan added, her voice dripping with fake sweetness as she stepped closer. She was still half-naked, skin glistening under the low lights, her earlier laziness completely replaced by sharp, hungry curiosity.

"So... tell us more about this mysterious man in the presidential suite."

"Oh, thank you so much," Ruby said, bowing her head slightly with exaggerated relief. "I thought I was really in trouble there."

She glanced around nervously before pulling out a chair and sitting down at the table, as if she had finally decided to trust them.

"It’s my bad habit of gossiping... it’s going to get me fired one day. But since you two seem like good people, I suppose I can share a few things."

Both Siobhan and Howard stared at her intently, their eyes wide with anticipation.

"Go on," Siobhan urged, her voice low and impatient. "Tell us everything."

Ruby looked at both of them, her expression still shy but with a hint of mischief in her eyes.

"Do you know how you got upgraded here to the executive suite from a normal room?"