I can’t believe this is happening, but at the same time I can’t believe we haven’t done this before.

Maybe we were just waiting for the perfect girl to share, to take, to claim together.

Scarlett’s gorgeous lips come away from my cock and she replaces them with her hand, and then she kisses my best friend and I nearly lose myself.

“God,” she moans against Mark’s mouth, bouncing up and down on his cock slowly, “I think I’m gonna cum again.”

“Then cum for Elliot, baby,” I groan. She leans back again and takes my cock into her mouth, cupping my balls perfectly as she continues to ride Mark.

I look down between them, and I can see her tight pink pussy spreading and opening up on his cock, and her pulsing clit tells me she is close.

“Cum for us baby,” Mark says, reaching down between them to rub her clit, “cum for both of us.”

She looks up at me and squeezes her eyes tight and moans, the reverberations from her lips sending my cock into a sputtering mess of relief as I cum inside her mouth.

“Oh god Scarlett,” I moan, “look what you’re doing to me. Look what you do to me. Fuck, you are incredible.”

She keeps sucking on my cock and running her lips up and down the shaft as I cum, and she slowly down slightly as Mark kisses her neck, taking her into his arms.

“I’m gonna cum,” she moans, taking her mouth away from my cock. She keeps it in her hand as I come down from the heights of blissful pleasure and watch as she rides my friend, bucking wildly as she cums on his cock.

“Fuck yes,” Mark groans, grinding himself inside her with his hands on her hips. “God, that feels so fucking good.”

I lean down to kiss her perfect lips as Mark kisses her neck. Together we shower her body with our touch, our hands, slowing down and we continue, until she can’t take any more pleasure.

“Mmmm,” she moans, pressing her forehead to Mark’s chest, throwing her arm around my shoulder.

I push her hair behind her shoulders, the silky waves messy and wild.

“That was...that was insane,” she laughs. “I can’t believe that just happened.”

“But you loved it,” Mark says, pulling her face into his hands. “We know how much you loved it.”

“Was that everything you were hoping for?” I say, rubbing her back and she breathes heavily.

“It was more than I was hoping for,” she says to me, smiling with a glimmer in her eyes. “It was more than I could have ever expected. And I’ve never hooked up in a car before.”

“That’s okay,” Mark says, “it’s not like you have to leave or anything. You couldn’t even if you wanted to.”

“And we aren’t letting you go,” I say, taking Scarlett into my arms, pulling her close to me.

She looks back at me, smiling, and shakes her head.

“This is insane,” she whispers.

“You said that already,” Mark says, pulling his pants on. “What’s crazy isn’t that this happened. What’s crazy is how fucking irresistible you are.”

We get dressed and it’s not awkward at all. I help Scarlett back into her dress, and we laugh at the tight fit in the back of the car, and we all comment on how we should run away and join the circus based on our ability to contort our bodies into creative and unique positions in the back of a town car.

“Have either of you done that before?” she asks. Mark zips her into her dress as I hold her hair secure on the top of her head before letting go and allowing it to cascade in waves down her back.

“What?” Mark asks, smirking. “Hooked up in a car?”

“No,” she says sheepishly, “I mean had...you know…”

“What,” I tease, “had a girl as good as you?”

“No,” she says, swatting me, “I mean had, you know, a threeway.”

“First for me,” I say, “Mark, you?”

“First time,” he says, rubbing the side of his face with an open palm.

We all laugh and I feel my heart slam into my ribs as I watch her smiling, as I watch Mark put his arm around her.

What the hell are we doing?

The rest of the car ride goes along in no time. It’s a relatively quick drive the rest of the way to the city, and the time is spent seamlessly chatting about music, movies, and our upbringings. We learn that Scarlett has been on her own for a while, and hasn’t had a boyfriend or even a date in about three years.

When we get into the City, our driver already knows where we are going. We wanted to show Scarlett a fun time tonight, but we also wanted to put her mind at ease about what we are intending to do with her business should we enter into a deal with her.

“This is it,” I say, though the last thing I want to do right now is convince her to enter a deal with me and Mark. All I want is to get lost in her, learn more about her, and hold her all night long.

We should call off the whole deal right now, and I consider it as a possibility. But we couldn’t do that to her. We couldn’t let her down. Not now, and not ever.

We exit West Street in the mid-twenties and pull over to the modest amusement park that Mark and I purchased and flipped about two years ago.

“This in incredible,” she says, the bright lights of the rollercoaster on the edge of the pier flashing in her eyes. “And this is yours?”

“That’s right,” Mark says, getting out of the car after us. “Everything you see before you is the brainchild and me and Elliot. Here, let us show you.”

We walk to the ticket stand and the guy manning the booth smiles, grabbing three plastic wristbands and clipping them around each of our wrists. We thank him as he waves us in, and we make our way past the booth to go inside.

Not exactly inside, though. This is an outdoor amusement park that calls to mind the days of the old style places that had wooden roller coasters and funnel cake.

“This particular amusement park was really struggling,” I say as we keep walking. The park is lit up only by the moon and the big, colorful bulbs that adorn the rides, games and concession stands. Scarlett takes everything in quietly, with a big, curious smile on her face.

“Struggling would be a nice way to put it,” Mark says. “It’s not a secret that this used to be a really rough area. I’m talking violence, drug dealers, all of it. It wasn’t pretty.”

“And seeing how it’s adjacent to a residential area, the place just festered. And the public parks nearby were no better,” I add.

“Now, we were of course cautious about bringing too much business to the area too quickly.”

“So you were pretty confident this place would work out,” Scarlett says.

“That’s right,” Mark says. “We hadn’t had a failed venture before we built up this place, and we haven’t had one since.”

“We don’t want to bore you with the minutiae of what we were able to do here, but we did want to just give you a firsthand glimpse into what our mission is. Scarlett, if you enter a deal with us, we will do our very best to preserve what your parents built, and what you’ve been able to continue,” I say.

She turns to me and looks up at me, her sweet smile brightening up her whole face.

“This is very impressive, but you don’t have to flatter me. I know I haven’t had the most success since I’ve been on my own.”

She doesn’t look sad, though. She looks hopeful and confident and sure of herself, even though it seems that she is admitting a little bit of defeat.

“Sweetheart, you have done a great job,” Mark says, putting his hands around her waist from behind her. “Anyone else would have sold years ago. You’ve been holding on as well as you can. Plus, you don’t have to sell. I think you could still turn it around.”

“You really do?” she asks, peering up at him.

“Yeah,” he says, “I do. But if you let us help you, we have the resources to take this thing the extra mile.”

“I hope you understand that I am still thinking about it,” she says a little sullenly.

“Absolutely,” I say, taking both of her hands. “You do what is best for you. In the meantime, are you hungry?”

“Oh yes,” she says, “starving.”