Bethany

“I can’t believe I’m doing this, Carrie,” I declare to my best friend on the other line. I’m currently sitting in a coffee shop, listening to another annoying Christmas song, while waiting to meet not just one man, but two.

“Well, honey, this is on your bucket list, so I guess it’s okay. Though usually when you post craigslist ads, murderers tend to answer. Are you sure they aren’t planning your demise?”

“Yes, I’m sure. I vetted them before I even agreed to meet in person.” And I definitely did. With a world full of crazies, you can’t be too careful.

Prospect one's name is Cooper Whitmore. Divorced father of a three-year-old son, whose mother has primary custody. He works full-time as an accountant, frequents baseball games, and might have a slight gambling problem. When I first saw he had a kid, I almost deleted his email, but his photo kept me interested, meaning, I felt a quiver in-between my legs at his boy-next-door good looks. His blond hair is neatly trimmed, not a strand out of place. Those hazel eyes are a contradiction to his appearance. They shine with a glint of mischief, and send a subliminal message that says I am going to destroy that pussy. How could I say no?

Selection number two is hot in a completely different way. Jared Carrington has this master of the universe air about him. He runs a hedge fund, and from my experience, those business types have alpha-male tendencies, along with major control issues. His photo was just as telling as Cooper’s. His tailored appearance, expensive watch, and cufflinks tell me he likes the finer things in life. His assessing leaf green eyes and inky cropped black hair add another dimension to his magnetism. He’s single, but from what I’ve heard, he’s fucked tons of the women at my office, so I have it on high authority that the man knows how to use his dick. The question is, can he handle me?

“Well, whatever you do, just make sure they wear condoms. Any men who agree to this probably have dirty dicks, and you don’t want to catch herpes. You know that shit doesn’t go away, right? I’ve seen pictures, and it’s not pretty.”

“Relax, Carrie. We've all been tested and cleared for this, and actually, I prefer no condoms to get the full experience."

"You make it sound like it's a ride in Disney World.”

I grin into my coffee cup as I take a sip, setting it on the table afterward. “Well, it sort of is … a ride that is.”

Carrie groans, and I chuckle.

“When are they supposed to arrive?”

“In a few, and before you ask, I’ve already emailed you my whereabouts and their information in case I disappear.” I pull my phone away from my ear, take a quick selfie and then send it to her.”

“Did you get the pic I just sent?”

“Yup, might I just say, you look extra slutty today.”

Rolling my eyes I tell her, “You’re just mad because you can’t rock this look.”

“Nah, I’m content not being a fire crotch ginger like you. And your white walker looking pale blue eyes are creepy.”

“Shut it.” I giggle.

“Fine, fine. Go mentally prep for your craigslist stalkers. Don’t haunt me if they kill you and decide to use your skin for a body suit.”

“No promises, babe. See ya.”

I end the call before Carrie gets another word in. A pang of guilt hits me, because I told her a little white lie. She’s under the impression that I posted my ad on craigslist, but only a fool does that. Jared and Cooper’s names were given to me through a kinky dating agency called The Perfect Match. My loose coworker, Danni, referred me to it.

Danni Sullivan is known as the office skank. No, she doesn’t sleep her way to the top like others. All of her promotions are legit because she’s smart and knows what she wants, from men, women, and occasionally both. Only the jealous women call her a skank, but to me, she’s my hero. We go out drinking every week and each time, a different man picks her up. Once I asked her how she got so much play; she replied, ‘pussy power’ and walked away with her Latin flavor that week.

One night, I was drunk and we got to talking about bucket lists. I mentioned that having a threesome was on the top of mine, but I had yet to find some guys as adventurous as me. I have no problem attracting guys, but I always end up with the ones who can't even say boo. My last boyfriend, Mel, could barely get me to orgasm. He once told me that a man should always be gentle with his woman's lotus flower. Yes. The fucker called my pussy a lotus flower. I eventually dumped him because my vibrator got me to orgasm quicker than his dick.

After divulging to Danni my relationship fails and wants, she let me in on a secret dating company that matches people with others who have similar kinks. The fee was ridiculous, but I made a good amount of money as an executive assistant and managed to save a few bucks. I bought the three-month package, which included unlimited sexual encounters with your partner — or in my case, partners —, a $500 gift certificate for toys, and four vouchers for hotel stays if the participants didn’t have a suitable location for their sexual play. The company did an extensive background check to confirm I wasn't a narc. They sent me a series of photos with bios to choose from, and I narrowed it down to Cooper and Jared. Hopefully, I made the right choice.

The bell above the entrance to the coffee shop dings, indicating an arrival. I look up and see Cooper casually walk through the door. He brushes the snow from his coat and stomps his feet, removing the rest of the excess flakes. It’s December 20^th, and the weather Gods decided to give New York a white Christmas. Since I live in Brooklyn, the snow is a pain in the ass because the city takes forever to plow the streets. Thank goodness only flurries are forecasted.

After Cooper orders a cup of coffee, he turns around and scans the crowd looking for me. Something about him seems familiar, but I can't quite place it. I give him a quick wave, and he plasters on an identical mischievous grin from his photos. He approaches the table, taking a seat across from me. Up close he's even hotter than I originally thought. His hair is unrulier than in his photo, but in a sexy way, the blond strands fall freely over his brow. He's sporting some light brown stubble on his chin, and the only thing I can think of at the moment is how it would feel in-between my legs.

Down girl, I mentally tell my pussy because she has been feenin ever since I made the decision to treat myself to this Christmas present.

“So …” Cooper starts, as I continue to think about my impending pleasure from this man.

“So,” I reply, at a loss for words. What does one say to a man who will be participating in a threesome with you? Do you prefer anal or vaginal insertion? Should I even use the word insertion? Who even uses the word vaginal?

Shaking my head at my last thought, I extend my hand. “Hi, I’m Bethany Phillips, but you can call me Bee.” He doesn’t take my hand, which I find very rude, but I let him play his game.

“Bee?” he replies, raising an eyebrow at me. I actually hate my name, so I gave myself this nickname when I was ten, and refused to answer to Bethany or Beth. My parents were none too pleased with my declaration, but they eventually caved.

“Yes, Bee. I prefer it.”

His lip twitches at my snarky tone. “Okay then, Bee. I’m Cooper, but you already know that.”

Tilting his head to the side, he studies me, his perusal inquisitive, and not at all threatening. His gaze travels to the V in my white t-shirt and stops a beat too long. I’m guessing he’s a breast man by the way he’s licking his lips. Perfect, because I have nice tits. Even at the ripe old age of thirty, they’re still as perky as they were when I was twenty-one.

“Eyes up here, Cooper,” I snap, though. I hide the fact that I like him ogling my boobs.

“Sorry, I was only checking out the merchandise, and might I say, daddy like.”

Daddy?

“Err … please don’t ever use that word when we fuck. I have a father and don’t want to picture him during sex.”

“Sure thing. I’ll bee good.”

Rolling my eyes, I fold my arms across my chest. “Did you seriously just reference E.T.?”

“Yes, I did.” He grins. “Or would you prefer Bumblebee? They were both great movies.”

“How about we stick to Bee, mmmk.”

Laughing, Cooper holds his hands up in retreat. "I like you, Bee. You make me laugh, and I suspect that you're a wild one in bed. I'm looking forward to getting you naked."

“Me too,” I agree, blushing. I move the conversation along asking him, “So, why did you decide to join this service? After reading your file, you don’t seem like the type who might be interested.”

“I could say the same about you. Though with your red locks, you definitely have a freaky side.”

“I’m not—”

“I believe your ad said, and I quote, ‘I want to be fucked rough and dirty until my pussy weeps from too much pleasure’. Did I get that right?”

Covering my face with my hands I mutter, “Maybe.” I was so excited to find a dating company that I may have went a bit overboard with my request.

“Don't worry about it, Bee. I'll give you anything you want, because I might want the same too. As to why I joined the dating agency, I blame my ex-wife.” Running a hand through his hair, Cooper goes into his story.

“Years of boring sex with that evil woman neutered me. I met her in college, and we used to do all the dirty things I wanted, but as soon as she said I do, it all changed. There were no more morning closet quickies, or dirty bar bathroom fucks, because we felt like it. They were replaced with weekly trips to Home Depot and monthly arguments in Ikea. By the time my son was two, we had sex once every six months. It was pathetic. I got to a point where I was trolling for a prostitute. I never went through with the transaction, but that's when I knew I needed more. Of course, I approached my ex with these issues, but nothing changed. I divorced her and joined the dating service. My friend put in a good word for me. Best money I've ever spent.”

“Hmm,” was all I could say. I totally understood his feeling of unfulfillment. I’ve been like that since forever.

“All you have to say is hmm? I thought I’d at least get some sympathy, or an offer of a boob squeeze.”

“You know, Cooper,” I prop my elbow on the table and lean my chin into my hand, “I barely know you, yet you’re being pretty open with me. Why is that?”

Shrugging, he responds, “I’m an open guy, and I figure since we’re going to be naked together at some point, it be best to get you in a relaxed state.”

I like his answer. I’m not really nervous about the sex per se. I’ve had plenty of no strings attached hook-ups, so I can handle the emotional baggage that comes with it.

“I should tell you that I’m not looking for a boyfriend,” I blurt out.

“You are just full of surprises.” He laughs at my declaration. “No need to worry about me wanting a relationship. I'm still trying to exorcise my bitch ex-wife from my system. I'm all for the fun. Now about that boob squeeze …”

“Are you ever serious?” I chuckle.

“Only when I’m naked. I like to concentrate on what I’m doing, and,” his face comes close to mine, “I’m really good.”

My breath hitches at his forwardness. He might be the boy next door, but somewhere deep inside, he might have a little bit of devil in him. I want to kiss his full lips and almost do until the bell above the coffee shop door rings again. I look over Cooper's shoulder, and in walks Jared. Cooper turns his head and gives the man a chin lift as if they know each other. Then he leans back in the chair and smiles at me.

I watch Jared stalk like a predator to the barista and order a coffee. She is obviously taken by him based on her blush and the tremble of her hand when she hands him the coffee. The knowing smirk he gives the woman at the register tells me that he realizes the effect he has on women, and the cocky fucker doesn't even care.

When Jared’s eyes finally land on mine, chills travel through me, and though the room is warm, my body still shivers. This dark haired man has this powerful aura about him that demands attention and fuck if he doesn’t have it from everyone in the room.

“You can close your mouth now,” Cooper tells me as he uses his index finger to push my lips together. Shit, I didn’t even know it was open. As soon as I take in a deep breath, the enticing scent of Jared’s cologne hits me, turning my mind to putty. No man should have this effect on anyone, especially looking like that.

Jared takes the seat next to Cooper and they greet each other. I feel like a voyeur watching their interaction, and I can tell that they are definitely close. How in the fuck did I manage to pick two men who have a personal relationship?

“How’s it going, Jared? Still making elderly people bankrupt?”

“Fuck you, Coop,” Jared replies smiling. “You still embezzling money?”

Jared turns to face me, and I visibly gulp. I’m fairly certain I look like roger rabbit with my cartoonishly — if that’s a word — long tongue hanging out. He’s giving me the same grin that he used on the woman at the counter, and it damn near brings me to my knees.

“Yup,” Cooper agrees. “How the hell else would I afford such a lovely dating package.”

“So what do we have here?” The rumble in Jared’s voice is so powerful that if I were standing, it would bring me to my knees. Another side effect of his sexy tone is the ache intensifies the throb between my legs. Fucking hell this man is going to ruin me.

“This is Bee, Jared,” Cooper answers for me, mirth in his gaze. “She has a fetish for being stung by bees. Something about being poked.”

Regaining my faculties from all that is Jared, I shake my head at Cooper, giving him an exasperated look. “You’re going to be a handful, aren’t you?”

“Maybe.”

I let out a sigh and turn to Jared, introducing myself. The suave bastard takes my hand, runs his nose along my knuckles, and places a soft kiss in the center.

“Thanks,” I squeak, yanking my hand away. I could flirt with this man for the entire evening, but I should get to know him better before specifics are laid out.

“So, Jared, tell me a little more about yourself. Cooper here,” I motion to the silent man, “gave me some background information.”

“You have my file.” I narrow my eyes at his clipped response. I already know what the file says, but I want more.

He smirks. “All you need to know is that I'm an expert at fucking, how did she describe it, Coop?”

“Rough and dirty,” Cooper replies, grinning.

“Yes, that's it,” Jared agrees. “No need for all this chit-chat. Let's schedule a time to do this. I have a busy calendar and can fit you in…” Jared pulls out his phone and scrolls. “Christmas Eve?”

“Same,” Cooper concurs, after pulling out his phone too and reviewing his calendar.

This seems too easy, but throwing caution to the wind, I agree with their date. As they both prepare to leave, I tell them to wait.

“I'm not finished yet, gentleman. I have a few requirements for our play that I didn't mention in the email correspondence. I figured it is best to tell you up front because it's detailed.” I smile sweetly at them as they both give me looks of interest.

“I’m up for anything,” Cooper responds first as he spins his phone on the table.

“Sure,” Jared tells me, though there is a slight narrowing of his eyes.

I let out a deep breath and explain my fantasy in detail to my captive audience. “When I was twelve, I found a porn tape in a box in my parents’ basement. It was labeled music video, so of course, I wanted to see what the video was. As soon as I hit play, I realized that the only music in the video was the melody of moans and grunts of the three people fucking.”

“Great,” Cooper interrupts me. “You saw an old VHS style porn, where the men had fewer abs, and the women wore their lady bushes proudly.” Jared chuckles and pats Cooper on the back as if his quip was a job well done.

“Shut it,” I snap. “Let me finish.”

“Go on, Ginger,” Cooper mocks. I know he’s trying to be funny, but I still scowl at him.

“As I was saying, these three were really going at it, and it was so damn hot. I didn’t know it at the time, but that experience changed how I viewed sex. I was so addicted to porn back then, that I would pay the town drunk to buy tapes for me from the adult store. I learned about how to pleasure myself and others, but was always afraid to take that extra step with my partner.”

“Geez,” Jared mutters. “Sounds like we are exactly what you need.” Hell yes, they are.

“So basically what I'm saying is that I've had time to plan out what I want and how I want it done.” Reaching into my pocket, I pull out two separate pieces of paper and hand them to the men.

“What’s this?” Cooper asks as he unfolds his paper.

“My requirements,” I respond.

“Oh, this is going to be easy.” He smiles at me.

Jared opens his paper next and gives me the look of death. “Seriously? You want this?”

I nod. “Yup. Do you think you can handle it?” He stares at the page for a beat too long. “Because I can ask someone else to take care of it.”

“Fine,” Jared grumbles, shoving the list in his pocket.

“Awesome. Follow the list exactly, and we’ll all catch up when you get to number three.”

“Wait, I didn’t get to see what you gave him.” Cooper laughs and attempts to go into Jared’s pocket.

“Fuck off, Coop,” Jared grumbles. “I'll take care of it, Bee, on one condition.”

“Condition?” I sit up straight and prepare for an argument.

“Relax, I only want to call you Beth or Bethany, because this Bee shit doesn’t work for me.”

Oh, the alpha is coming out again.

I bite my bottom lip in contemplation. I guess with role-playing it's better that I let this name thing slide. “Fine.”

“Thank fuck,” Cooper shouts. “This will prevent my mind from drifting to E.T. as I drill you. You saved my life, Jared. I owe you one.”

“Didn’t I just tell you to fuck off?”

“Yes you did, but you know that I don’t scare easily.”

“Okay, guys, you have your assignments,” I interrupt their bromance weirdness, “but at some point you two are going to tell me how you know each other. I’m letting it slide for now because I want to get ready for our night.”

They both give me the same sly grin, stand, and leave the coffee shop. After their departure, I lean back in my chair and take a deep breath. I’m so going to do this, and if these two men are as good as I think they will be, this shit is going to be epic.