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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M, M/M, Other
  Fandom:
      Turn_(TV_2014), Hamilton_-_Miranda
  Relationship:
      Alexander_Hamilton/Elizabeth_"Eliza"_Schuyler/Benjamin_Tallmadge,
      Alexander_Hamilton/Elizabeth_"Eliza"_Schuyler, Alexander_Hamilton/
      Benjamin_Tallmadge
  Character:
      Alexander_Hamilton, Benjamin_Tallmadge, Elizabeth_"Eliza"_Schuyler
  Additional Tags:
      Alternate_Universe_-_Mob, Threesome_-_F/M/M, Blow_Jobs, Vaginal
      Fingering, Semi-Public_Sex, THE_THREESOME_IS_THE_FOCUS_PEOPLE, Alternate
      Universe_-_Prostitution, but_only_hinted_in_this_piece
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-09-29 Words: 2244
****** à trois ******
by Comp_Lady
Summary
     Ben makes bank at mob parties, even if the main players aren't there
     to tip him. He's always delighted to serve George Washington's inner
     circle though, he just never expected to meet Mr. Hamilton's wife.
Notes
     The underage warning is there because in the timeline of the overall
     verse Ben would be roughly about 17 years old. Ages are gonna be all
     over the place in this verse, NGL.
See the end of the work for more notes
Ben makes bank at mob parties, even if he doesn’t go home with a client at the
end of the night. Tonight Mr. Washington’s usual VIP area up in the loft is
roped off, the curtains that are usually pulled back to allow a view of the
main floor are closed. No admittance to anyone uninvited by the boss himself.
The guards at the end of the staircase had given Ben apologetic shrugs before
directing him back to the main floor. So he spun the poles and flirted and
danced instead. Treating it like any other night in the club.
It’s the end of the night, out on the main floor the mob men are slouching
lazily in their seats. Or straight up passed out across bench and table. Slowly
filtering out of the club one by one and pair by pair. The dressing rooms are
pretty packed right now. The girls and boys that aren’t going home with a
client taking their time wrapping their stuff up at their mirror. Cleaning off
makeup, changing into their street clothes, counting their tips. Ben’s taking a
breather before doing one final round on the floor, sorting tips into his
little lock box in the dressing room, when he’s informed of the special
request. One of the other girls sidling up to him at his mirror.
“Big Momma says you got a VIP request. In the Silver Star booth,” she says,
dabbing at her lipstick in her reflection.
“It’s not VIP if it isn’t in a VIP room, now get out of my mirror.”
“Whatever.  Same difference. Momma said it’s someone important so don’t drag
your ass.”
Ben scoffs and tucks the box away safely in the little mounted safe hidden
under his counter. One last double check that his outfit and makeup are in
proper order. Then he’s out on the floor again, adding a little extra sway to
his hips as he winds his way to the curtained booths.
They’re a sort of middle ground between the open layout of the main floor and
the VIP rooms with their solid lockable doors. The curtains were thin, but
weighted enough that they couldn’t be kicked up easily. The color of the
curtains dictated how well those outside the booth could see the occupants. The
Silver Star sat a little on the transparent side.
Currently Ben could see the shadowy form of one person, lounging lazily.
‘Gameface’  Ben thinks, smoothing his expression into something sweet and
sultry that always gets the mob boys to coo over him. Important could mean any
number of the men here, don't want to fuck things up by insulting one of them.
He slips between the divide in the curtains with a fluid movement.
“Mr. Hamilton!”
Ben dives into the booth, hopping the squat little block pretending to be a
table, to curl up against the Right Hand’s side. Alex wastes no time hauling
Ben over to straddle his lap and start kissing along his neck.
“It’s Alex to you kid. How many time do I gotta tell you?” Alex admonishes with
a swat. Firm enough to get Ben squirming in his lap.
“Sorry, I just keep forgetting! I thought you’d be with Mr. Washington,” Ben
says with a pout.
“Not when he’s dealing with Adams. Stab a man once and you get banned from
meeting with him,” Alex murmurs between kisses and nips.
Ben giggles, enjoying the attention, and rolls his hips. It’s not business to
know why Alex is so late to the party. He’s pleased when Alex groans and slips
his hands inside Ben’s shorts to squeeze his ass, making him grind down on the
bulge in Alex’s slacks.
“So is this the pretty little thing I’ve heard so much about?”
Ben startles at the new voice, turning towards the source as Alex chuckles
against his neck. It’s a woman. Ben thinks he may have seen her before? On the
front page of the paper? Probably? Never in the club before, he knows that for
sure. Her long black hair is braided and pinned into an updo that sits at the
nape of her neck, held there by several jeweled pins. Her dark eyes glitter in
the low light as she looks the pair of them over.
“Betsey, darling, this is Benny. Benny, this is Eliza, my wife.”
Ben goes stiff in Alex’s hold, suppressing the urge to run. Most of the men
that were in the club had wives, most of the men that been his client in the
past had wives, it was a known fact. They were the little bit of fun on the
side, they did what the wives weren’t willing to do. Like an amusement park
ride, they were enjoyed and then left behind. They weren’t supposed to  ever
meet the wives.
And yet here is the wife of Alexander Hamilton, the right hand of George
Washington. Staring him down with inscrutable eyes.
“You’re such a sweet looking little thing, with those blue eyes. No wonder my
husband goes on about you so much.”
Ben’s heart thuds in his chest. Alex slouches a bit in the seat and slides a
hand up Ben’s back, forcing Ben to lay down against his chest. Her fingers are
cool when she reaches out to grab his chin and force him to look her in the
eye. Alex’s arm around his waist and the hand on his back keeping him in place.
“Such pretty lips,” she murmurs, dragging her thumb across his bottom lip.
“What are your rules, Benny?”
Something in Ben’s mind short circuits a bit, “Um… uh, I don’t get naked on the
main floor, tips before any dances or… um...  stuff  happens, no photo or
video, and no penetration. I can- uh, I can be flexible with the first three
for Inner Circle members.”
She moves closer, the sweet scent of her perfume seems to fill the small space.
Eliza slips her thumb in his mouth and Ben starts to suck without being asked,
whimpering when he feels Alex’s dick twitch against him through the fabric of
their clothes.
“That’s good, good to know what rules are in place. Which can be broken. You
see, Benny, I love my husband very much. He’s my favorite little slut,” she
punctuates this by pulling Alex into a searing kiss, her free hand cradling the
back of his head. Ben can’t peel his gaze from the slide of lips and tongue,
dick straining against his sequined shorts. When she turns away from the kiss
Alex drops his head against her neck, kneading Ben’s ass almost absent
mindedly.
“And he’s told me  so much  about you these past months I decided enough was
enough. I needed to see what he was keeping from me. I have no issues with him
being a slut but he needs to remember that he’s  my  slut first, and that I
like to watch.”
Ben nods, he’s sure what he’s agreeing with but he feels he should nod.
“I want you to put on a little show for me. You’ve shown me you’re talented
with your mouth, and I think those pinks lips would look beautiful around my
husband’s cock.”
Eliza pulls her thumb out of his mouth, primly wiping it on a napkin before
pulling a folded wad of bills out of her purse. Handing it over to Ben with a
smirk. “Two thousand, with a tip if you do well of course.”
“Yes Ma’am,” Ben whispers, setting the cash on the little table before sliding
his way down Alex’s body to kneel between his spread legs. Mouthing at the dark
spot already forming on the front of his slacks. He hears Alex curse above him,
can feel Eliza’s gaze. Ben doesn’t want to waste too much time on teasing, it
isn’t long before he’s undoing the button and pulling down the zipper with his
teeth. Freeing Alex’s cock and stroking, collecting the precum leaking from the
head to slick his hand.
Ben starts with little kitten licks, lapping at the head, watching the
Hamiltons through his eyelashes. Eliza holds one of Alex’s hands in hers as she
whispers into his ear, his other hand grips the seat for dear life. She smirks
down at Ben.
“Good boy, keep that up. Alex deserves a bit of punishment for keeping this
from me for so long.”
Alex’s returning whine goes straight to Ben’s dick. He’s never seen Alex at the
beck and call of anyone but Mr. Washington, but it is clear that Mrs. Hamilton
has him wrapped around her finger.
So he alternates. Small little kitten licks and light sucking kisses to the
head, sweeping away gathered precome every so often. Slowly sneaking in broad
licks to the underside. Ben is glad to take his time; Alex’ cock is wonderful,
by far his favorite to suck out of Mr. Washington’s Inner Circle. The noises
Alex makes above him just heightening his own arousal.
He takes Eliza’s hand threading into his hairs as his cue to move on. Wrapping
his lips around the head and sucking, leisurely bobbing his head in time to her
tugs on his hair. The pace she sets is slow, giving Ben plenty of time to dig
out all his little tricks on use him. By the time his nose is brushing dark
curls Alex is sobbing for release.  Actually begging  Eliza to be allowed to
come.
She just coos at him, turning her smirk from Ben to him.
“Now, now honey. This is for me, remember? You’ll come when I say so, I know
you can hold out until then.” Alex twists his hand out of hers, sliding it up
her thigh to slip under the hem of her dress. Eliza gasps, a crack in her
perfect composure as she bucks against his hand, her grip on Ben’s hair
tightening.
It sparks an idea in the back of Ben’s mind. Slowly Ben slinks his hand over
from where it had been resting on Alex’s thigh, watching Eliza’s face for any
negative reaction as he slips his hand along Alex’s arm. Following the path it
takes under her dress. Eliza laughs when he pauses at the edge of the soft
velvet fabric, silently waiting for her approval.
She spreads her legs that little bit more. “Go on then pretty boy,” she says
breathlessly.
It’s all Ben needs, slipping his hand under her skirt and blindly feeling for
her folds. Humming around Alex’s dick when he finds his mark, tracing with
light touches until he finds her clit. He circles it with his thumb, fumbling
his way until Alex switches hands to cover his own. Wordlessly showing Ben how
to best please Eliza. Guiding his fingers into her pussy, crooking them just so
in order to pull light breathy gasps from her and have her bucking down against
their hands. Her hand leaves his hair to grab Alex’s thigh, squeezing tight as
they work in tandem to bring her to her peak.
She’s beautiful.
It’s all Ben can think as he watches her come. Face slack and mouth drawn into
a silent ‘o’ as she fucks herself on their fingers, stray strands of hair
falling into her face. Instead of sagging back against the seat she leans
forward to thread her fingers through Ben’s hair again, pulling his head back
until just the tip of Alex’s dick is in his mouth.
“Ready?” she whispers.
Ben hums in assent.
Eliza strokes her other hand through Alex’s hair. “Come for me, baby.”
Alex does, and Ben sucks him through his orgasm, opening his mouth occasionally
for Eliza to see the cum before he swallows it down.
Once Alex is spent Ben pulls back, wiping his mouth with a shaking hand. That
was intense. More than he thought it would be.
“Benny, dear.”
Eliza’s soft voice draws him out of his thoughts. She’s scooted over a bit on
the bench seat and is patting the open space between her and Alex.
“Up off the floor, dear. Lay down.”
Ben is hesitant but he doesn’t say anything as he climbs up onto the seat.
Laying with his head in Eliza’s lap and his legs draped across Alex’s. His cock
throbs, aching for even the slightest bit of attention. Alex isn’t helping,
palming Ben’s cock through his shorts so that the sequins flip back and forth.
The grip he has on Ben’s legs stops him from getting any purchase, all he an do
is whine and wiggling under the onslaught.
Above him Eliza smooths her hair back, eyes catching on Alex’s ministrations.
She doesn’t say anything. Just snags her purse, pulling out another thicker wad
to bills and setting it next to the first. She pulls something else out, but
palms it before Ben can see.
“Benny, do you have anyone staking claim for the night? Any  clients  already
lined up?”
Ben shakes his head, groaning as Alex gives his cock a squeeze.
“Alex, darling?”
“Yes Betsey?”
“Go let Momma Morten know that Benny has clients for tonight, we’re taking him
home.”
Alex laughs, leaning over Ben to kiss Eliza. He gives Ben’s trapped cock the
lightest of taps before slipping out of the booth.
“You didn’t think we were done with you, did you?” She croons, slipping her
free hand into his shorts to give his cock a squeeze. “I haven’t even had a
chance to see you put this to good use yet.”
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