I hand in my report by sliding it under Senator Sentara’s door. And then I head to The Fun House.
I never thought I would commit career suicide like this. But then again, I never thought I’d do any of the things I’ve done since agreeing to go undercover and especially since meeting the Rossi brothers.
And I’d do it all over again in a heartbeat. They’ve opened up a side of me that I never even knew existed.
Now I just hope it’s not too late to save what I know we have together.
I walk into the office and find Dante and Marino huddled together, talking fervently. They look up at me as I walk in, as if they’re surprised to see me here.
“What are you doing here?” Dante asks me, sounding annoyed.
I’ve known that something was up ever since they had to leave the other night. And I’m prepared for whatever they have to say to me. But I just hope they’ll hear me out, because I have something I want to say to them.
“I came to tell you that my initial reasons for coming to The Fun House were not as I presented them,” I admit.
“No shit,” Dante says.
“I admit, initially I was here as an enemy,” I continue. “But something happened. I fell in love with you.”
“With who?” Marino says, barely looking up at me.
“With both of you.”
Two handsome sets of eyes stare back at me, but not in the way that they once did.
“I just came to give you this,” I tell them, and hand Marino a copy of the same report I’d given to the committee earlier.
He lays it on the desk.
“That’s fine, Jessica. But I don’t want to read anything. I just want to fuck you one more time. And then never look at your traitorous face again.”
“What?”
I look back and forth at Marino and Dante. I’m surprised that they want to have anything to do with me, if they know the truth about me, which I’m assuming they do.
“Look, Doll,” Dante says, with the reserved air of someone who barely knows me. “I thought long and hard about what to do about you. You caused a big rift between Marino and I.”
Marino glares at me, as if to confirm it.
“But I told him that even though I’ve made mistakes in the past, I was totally above board with you. Which is more than I can say about you.”
“Dante, Marino, I…”
“Be quiet,” Dante says. “I’m talking. I told him that you and I have never met up without him knowing. We’ve never been together without him knowing.”
“Of course not,” I say, when I’m sure he’s finished talking. “I love what I have with both of you…”
“Be quiet,” Dante says. “I know you do. And that’s why I figured that the best punishment would be for us to leave you. But not until we have our way with you, one last time.”
My body stiffens with excitement and a mixture of emotions. I’m upset that I won’t get to see them again. But I’m also excited to be with them one last time, which is more than I expected.
“I’m glad that you and Dante were never alone with each other,” Marino says. “And I know that even if you started out to hurt us, you really did feel something for us.”
“I did,” I assure him. “I do.”
“But too late for that now,” Marino continues. “There is loyalty among brothers, forgiveness no matter what. But that doesn’t extend to you.”
He gulps, as if he’s maybe second guessing what he’s saying. As if perhaps there’s still some hope.
But then he swallows with resolve.
“So that’s why it has to be over,” he pronounces. “After this.”
“Dance for us one last time,” Dante says.
I obediently sway from side to side.
“I need some music,” I tell him.
He goes to the computer and turns on Aaliyah’s Baby Baby Baby.
“Take off your clothes,” he says.
I continue dancing while shedding my clothes. Dante’s eyes travel up and down my naked body, taking in every bare part of me. But Marino’s eyes don’t leave my own. They look hurt, but also turned on.
“I know you like dancing for us,” he says. “Even if you didn’t think you would.”
I want to tell him he couldn’t be more right. That’s exactly what happened. I danced for them and fell in love with them.
But I don’t talk. I just dance as I’m told, now totally naked as both sets of eyes keep staring at me.
“And I know you only like dancing for us, not all of those guys out there,” Dante says, nodding towards the main floor where right now other dancers are on stage.
He’s right too. At first I enjoyed the power of many eyes looking at me, wanting me, paying me to dance for them. But as soon as I was with Dante and Marino, all I wanted to do was dance for them. So it’s a good thing they always wanted it that way too.
“Come here,” Marino says, his hand patting the desk on which Dante had just put the report I gave them.
I walk up to it and he bends me over the desk. Dante takes off his tie and ties my arms up to a chair on one side of the desk. Marino takes off his tie and ties one of my legs to the leg of the other side of the desk. And then Dante takes off his belt and ties my other leg to the other leg of the desk.
“Now we have you right where we want you,” Dante says.
He slaps my ass, which is sticking straight up in the air and exposed to them, as is my pussy.
“We have to punish you for what you did to us,” Marino says. “And wouldn’t you know, after we’ve gotten done tying you up, we still have one belt left.”
I hear the sound of his leather belt whisking out of his pants. He cracks it in the air.
“Are you willing to accept your punishment?” he asks.
I nod, bracing myself for the impending whip. I’ve never done anything like this before, and I feel a mixture of fear and excitement.
Whap.
Marino’s belt meets my ass and stings it hard.
“Ouch!” I cry, instinctively trying to reach back and touch the spot where the belt had hit me, which is no doubt turning red. But my hands are tied, so I end up just flinching.
“That’s a good girl,” Dante says. “Take your punishment like a champ.”
He walks over to me and hits me hard with his bare hand.
Slap.
My other ass cheek is stinging now, almost as badly as from the belt whip. Both Dante and Marino grab one of my ass cheeks and squeeze it.
“We’re going to make you sorry you ever came sniffing around here to snitch on us,” Dante says, as he pinches my ass cheek in the same spot where Marino had just hit it with a belt.
“Owww,” I cry out, barely able to take any more pain. “Please. Please be gentle.”
Dante says, “I believe I’m owed a piece of this ass.”
I grip the legs of the chair and feel my ass hole clenching tight.
“You can do that,” I tell him. “I already said you can do it any time. But please don’t be too rough.”
“Oh don’t worry,” Marino says, taking out his huge cock and sticking it into my mouth. “You’ll be a bit too busy being choked by my cock to pay attention to what Dante is doing to your ass.”
I do my best to suck on Marino’s cock but he’s jamming it down my throat hard and fast. It’s all I can do to keep from choking it.
Then Dante’s inside me just as hard and fast, fucking my ass and saying, “I’m claiming this as mine too. You’ll always be mine even though we can’t be together because you’re a fucking lying snitch.”
I have to admit that this hate fuck is really hot. And it almost sounds like Dante still loves me and wants to be with me. I refuse to give up hope, even as he’s shredding my ass hole with his cock.
I know he has every right to be mad at me. I’ve definitely done him wrong. I just hope he can realize how sorry I am and how much I wish I could take everything back.
Of course I still want to have met him and Marino. But under different circumstances. More honest ones.
Dante teases me by playing with my clit as he fucks my ass and I suck on Marino’s cock. But every time I get close to coming, he takes his hand away.
“You’re not allowed to come,” he tells me. “I’m never going to let you come again.”
He’s right, and probably even more so than he knows. If I can’t be with Dante and Marino I don’t want to be with anyone. And even if I try to be, it will probably be so dull compared to what I have with them.
He spanks me with the belt again while he thrusts his cock in and out of me. Meanwhile I’m deep throating Marino’s cock when he’s not taking it out and spanking my face with it.
I deserve this punishment. I even like this punishment, except for the part about not being allowed to come. It’s hot in a way that’s different from the lovey dovey stuff I’ve experienced with them. But I just hope they’ll let me have that with them again.
Dante brings me right to the edge of an orgasm but then stops.
“Please,” I beg him. “Please let me come.”
Suddenly it’s not hot any more. It’s not fun. It’s torture to want to come and not be able to. And to think that this is the last time they’ll fuck me.
I imagine my nights spent thinking about them and masturbating as my only form of release. My days spent trying to find a new job and forget about the fact that I was once in love with two men at the same time.
“I’m going to come in your ass now,” Dante says, grabbing my hips and pulling me back even further into him.
At the same time, Marino pulls my head closer, his cock engulfing my throat.
I’m being held tightly by both of them for the last time ever, and I cry out in a mixture of pain, pleasure and sadness.
Dante comes in my ass while Marino comes in my mouth. They hold onto me— Dante onto my hips and Marino onto my ass— for a little longer than they need to, as if saying their final goodbye. And I can’t help myself. I start crying.
“You guys,” I say, looking up at Marino and then trying to turn back to look at Dante but not being able to get very far towards that goal, due to the restraints. “I’m so sorry. If you’ll just read what I—”
“No,” says Marino, shaking his head with a look of betrayal, disgust but also pleasure on his face. “You need to go now.”
They untie me and Dante picks me up off the desk and stands me upright. My ass cheek stings as I put my clothes on, from where they’d hit me with the belt. And my ass hole hurts from Dante fucking it so hard.
But nothing hurts as much as my heart. I had always known that if they found out, they would be done with me. I guess I should feel lucky to get one last hate fuck. Even though it turned out not to be very satisfying for me, I always enjoy bringing them pleasure.
I nod at them as I turn to go, but they’re barely looking at me. I suppose they can’t. They don’t want to let me know what I meant to them, even though I already do.
I leave the office and look around at The Fun House, which has changed me in ways I didn’t even know were imaginable. And then I walk out of it and into whatever lies ahead, now that I’m no longer part of the wonderful threesome that was Jessica, Marino and Dante.