His mouth twitches. "Ah yes, Kirstie. Of course. I'll remember that. Are you new here? I don't recall seeing you on the desk before.""Yes, I just started. I'm still learning the ropes... Er... Are you waiting for someone, um... Sir? Can I get you a coffee while you wait?""No, I have an appointment. But thank you for asking. Are you enjoying the job?""Oh, yes. It's great. Much better than what I was doing before.""I'm pleased to hear it. Well, good luck with it."He lapses into silence, and we share one of those awkward pauses of near-strangers who don't really have anything to say to each other.I try, surreptitiously, to decide the status of this previously encountered Dom. He's wearing a ring on his left hand.You didn't have that either when last we met."I've um... I've not seen you and your friend... out and about... recently. The blond guy; is he alright?" I say.Now, he's definitely hiding a smile. "Yes, he's fine. He got married recently.""Ah... Shame..
"That's very sweet of you. Does she know you're coming? Should I call her for you?""Yes, could you give her a buzz for me. Just tell her that Ben's here for her. It's Mrs Summerford, extension 4528."I call upstairs, to be answered by a young woman's voice."Hello, is that Mrs Summerford? It's Kirstie down in Reception. Your brother-in-law's here for you.""Thanks. I'll be there in a couple of minutes."Ben leans over my desk. "So, when can I see you again?"Now how do I get out of this?I shouldn't have told him about where I was working...I settle for prevarication. "Um, I'm busy tonight...""Tomorrow?""Not sure. I think I need to visit my sister. She's a bit upset about her current boyfriend. I think she wants a girl-to-girl..."... The elevator doors swish open and a young woman exits. It's the redhead that accompanied James Alexanders.She still looks great, casually dressed in jeans and a tee-shirt, her long ponytail swinging. "Hi, Champ," Ben calls
... "I wanted to pass something by you, but if you don't like it, then that's fine. I want you to ignore it.""Alright... But what are we talking about?"He swallows hard. "I realise that we barely know each other, but the thing is, I would like to know you better..." Where's this going?"And I know that you said at the start, very clearly, that you didn't want to be 'tied at the hip'... And that's what I wanted too... then... The thing is... that although my work involves a lot of travelling and my er... base is out west, it doesn't need to be. My apartment is only rented and so long as I have good road access and an internet connection, it really doesn't matter where I live...""So...?""So, I could get an apartment here, in the City and we could see each other more regularly, and for me, more easily. How... would you feel about that?"His expression is a mixture of hope, caution, and worry. I don't reply immediately. As the silence stretches out, worry takes over. "Fo
... Pushing me down at the shoulders, he seizes my wrists, pulling them behind me, leaving me to flop down onto my chest, face pressed sideways against the duvet. Holding my wrists, once more he plunges into me, this time with his cock. I expect him to ram into me, but now he changes pace. He thrusts, but slowly; penetrating entirely, forcing himself all the way inside me, then withdrawing completely. As he enters me, the bulging head of his cock squeezes past the inner muscle ring and his thick shaft drives it gradually and inexorably home.I'm still seeing stars, racked by my previous climax, but as he circles my wrists with one hand to release the other, he reaches to manipulate my clit. Almost with despair, I realise that he intends to wring another orgasm from me."God, Ryan. I can't...""You can. You're going to," he replies quietly.He twists his hips, aiming his erection at my g-spot and I judder and moan as my pussy vibrates and clenches. Quaking and quivering, lost
"She's very pretty isn't she?""Er, I suppose so. Mike certainly thinks so. She's a bit er... ginger for me."I burst out laughing. "You don't like redheads?"His eyes slide sideways. "I prefer brunettes."*****The front doors swish open and a blond, strikingly good-looking man enters the lobby. He is tall, although not overly so, broad-shouldered and strappingly built.My heart sinks as I recognise him.Oh, God. It's him...It's James Alexanders' friend from the Club. Am I going to be seeing them both here?This could be embarrassing.He barely looks at me, his brilliantly blue-eyed gaze sweeping past me as instead, he heads straight for the elevator.Almost at the doors, he abruptly slows, turns and looks back at me, brow furrowed.He pauses. "Sorry to seem rude, but do we know each other?""Um... yes. We met two or three years ago. You were with your friend, James."He stares blankly at me for a moment, then his face clears. With the most charming of smi
I try to form the question in a way that can't cause offence if I have gotten things horribly wrong, but Michael steps in. "Yes," he says."Yes?""Yes," he repeats. "I'm married to Charlotte.""And James...?""James too."Charlotte's face is a picture. "Michael, is this a good idea?""Don't worry, Babe," he replies. "Kirstie knows how it works."Charlotte looks at me, then at Michael, then back at me. "Do you two know each other?""Kirstie and I, James too, know each other from um... my and James' playful past..."Charlotte bursts out laughing. "Ah, gotcha. You met at the clubs and you...?""Yes," I admit. "That's not a problem for you, is it?" "Not at all." she rests her hand on mine, giving it a squeeze. "James, Michael and I established long ago that the Past is the Past. We don't let it interfere with our current relationship." She leans closer. "Tell me; when James had finished with you, how long was it before you could sit down?"I splutter my coffee over
Erin is, as I expected, in pieces. I know that she had high hopes for Rob."I don't get it." she cries, wringing her hands. "What do I have to do? I offer them everything. I tell them my life story. I make it clear that I won't see anyone else...""I think you try to get too close, too soon," I say. "Lots of guys don't like it if you're all over them straight away.""Oh, don't talk rubbish," says Ben. "When you meet someone, you know right away when they're good for you."Keep your mouth shut. This isn't the time."Cheer up," says Ben, holding her hand. "I've got a friend who's just broken up with his girlfriend. We could all go out together if you like, the four of us. I'll introduce you."And just like that, her tears dry up."Really?" she says. "Thanks. You seem really nice. I'd love to meet your friend.""That's settled, then," says Ben. "How about tomorrow night? Is that okay by you, Kirstie?"Jeez, I don't want to do this..."That would be lovely. Thanks, Kirs
"I really would stay out of it if I were you, Ben."His face twists, furious, "I will not stay out of it." he snaps. "It's my brother we're talking about." Scowling at me, he stamps out of the lobby.Oh, crap...I should warn James...And Michael, and Charlotte...I barely know them. How can I say something like that to them?Then I paste on a smile as a visitor arrives needing a name-badge and directions through the building. And any chance I have to contact any of the Threesome vanishes as the lobby fills and I'm kept busy for what's left of the afternoon.*****And I think, that is that...Until, at six pm, just as I am about finish for the day, Ben marches in again. "Come on," he says. "I want you to come with me.""Come with you? Where?""Up to Mike's place.""What? You want me to go there? What for? I barely know them.""Mike's not at home. He's working late. I want to catch James and Charlotte in the act, and I want a witness, so the bastard, and the bi