Katie

I started with the innocuous. “You guys have been together three years?”

Carl stared at me, and my heart wouldn’t stop pounding. “I’m sure Rick filled you in.”

So much for an ice breaker.

Rick took a breath, and smiled all the brighter. “Three years, yeah. Met through adult hook up, just for threesomes, and when things didn’t work out for Carl and Melanie we just kept on going with other women until one day we kept on going without. Just us.” He leaned back on the pouffe and I admired the swirls of colour on his forearms. “But we don’t want just us. We’re far too greedy and far too bi.” He laughed a little, and behind the warmth of his smile I caught a hint of nerves.

Carl cleared his throat. “Our routine makes it challenging to find women compatible with our… requirements. Hence we were advertising.”

Were advertising. The choice of tense didn’t go unnoticed.

“Makes sense,” I said. “So much is online these days. Dating made simple…”

Green eyes pierced me. “We haven’t found it to be all that simple so far. I’m hoping that’s about to change.”

My skin was burning, and I hoped I wasn’t pinking up. I brushed my hair back, feigned confidence. “I hope so, too.” I took a sip of water and decided to go all in. “So, these… requirements? What are they?”

Rick leaned forward in a heartbeat, all ready to start talking, but Carl spoke first.

“We want a woman who will share our preferences in the bedroom, indulge us often, and keep us in pleasant company outside of it. We want a relationship without drama, without endless questioning about where this is going, or what’s going on, or concerns over pointless mundane trivialities.” He paused, his eyes on my bare knees. “We want a woman who can accommodate us both at once.” Another pause, and those smouldering eyes felt like they were prising my legs open.

“Yes, of course,” I said, as if he’d just asked for extra sugar in his tea.

“We want someone who can stay neutral to both of us, who isn’t going to get notions of falling in love with just one man. We don’t have time for that kind of emotional involvement. We want someone we both find attractive, who turns us both on. A lot.” He smiled, and he had such perfect teeth. “It’s safe to say you tick those boxes.”

I didn’t know what to say, so I said the obvious. “Thank you.”

His eyes looked me up and down, and my confidence faltered. “What about you, Katie? What are your requirements?”

Shit. “I want…” I took another sip of water to ease my throat. “I want to experiment. I want a dynamic I can be comfortable in…”

“And two cocks?” Carl smirked. “You want to feel two dicks in your pussy at once, yes? As per your message. We enjoyed your message.”

Rick shot him a glare. “She wants to get to know us, Carl. She’s only just walked through the bloody door.”

“She is getting to know us. I’m just stating the obvious, why not call a spade a spade?”

Rick scowled at him. “Why not just have a drink and relax?”

“Because that’s not why we’re here.” Carl fixed me back in his gaze and I found myself licking my dry lips. “That is what you want, isn’t it? Two men at once?”

I nodded, certain the blush was creeping up my cheeks. “It’s… it’s my fantasy…”

“And now that we’re all here, in the same room, is it still your fantasy? How about it, Katie, do we measure up to your fantasy?”

Rick visibly squirmed, and his eyes were full of apology, but I didn’t mind. I had metal. I had to have metal, or I wouldn’t last five minutes of this crazy shit.

“Yes, it’s still my fantasy. You’re a very attractive couple.”

Carl nodded, seemingly appeased, and I felt strangely satisfied by his approval. “Good.” He got to his feet and stepped away, grabbing an envelope from a corner cabinet. He handed it over. “Our paperwork.”

Shit really was getting real. I pulled my own envelope from my bag and offered it to him. His fingers touched mine as he took it and I swear I felt the spark. He gave me a nod as if he’d felt it too.

I pulled out their documentation, STI test results less than a month old. They were clean, both of them. Carl had already finished with my paperwork by the time I’d finished. He offered it to Rick, but Rick waved it away. “We should have had a drink,” he said. “Sorry.”

I shrugged. “Better to get the formalities out of the way, right?”

He went to answer but Carl started up again. “You’re on the pill?”

I nodded. “Yes. I’m very careful.”

“And you’re comfortable with this being an exclusive arrangement? No other partners on the side.”

“Yes.”

“How long are you willing to commit?”

I drank the rest of my water. “I’m unsure… I was thinking a few months. Maybe six?”

“Six months works. We can talk again after six. Renegotiate the arrangement. Iron out any issues.”

There was an edge to his words that sent a shiver up my spine. A brooding heaviness, and it felt so ominous.

Rick piped up, his tone light. “Of course we’ll talk,” he said. “Often. Nothing is set in stone, we’re people, right?” He laughed. “This thing isn’t going to be signed in blood. We can be flexible; make sure everyone’s happy.”

Carl pulled out a mobile phone. “So, what are you hoping for in terms of the financials, Katie? Do you have a figure in mind?”

I suddenly felt dirty, and fought back the nerves. Money. I hate talking about money. “I’m really not sure… do you?”

“We paid our last companion two grand a month, but she only did one weekend out of every two. She had children.”

Their last companion. Nothing like making a girl feel special. I brushed it aside. “That’s… generous. Very generous.”

“Not that generous. You should hold out for three.”

I forced a smile. “Maybe I will.”

Rick reached out, put a hand on my arm. “We’re more than happy to give you three.”

Three grand a month. My legs were shaking. I could do a lot with three grand a month… If I kept my waitressing job, just weeknights… I could have saved enough in six months, enough for everything, or at least a shot.

My voice came out raspy. “What would you expect for three grand a month?”

The air felt heavy until Carl answered. “Three weekends out of four, ideally. A sunny disposition at all times. And sex. Lots of sex.”

“I can do that.” I wished I was as sure as I sounded, but three grand would make me sure.

“Fine.” Carl tapped at his phone. “What’s your email address?”

“Katie S loves horses at gmail dot com.”

He raised his eyebrows but didn’t comment. “Sent.”

My phone buzzed in my handbag and I pulled it out. Email. You received a payment from Carl Brooks. Click to accept. I clicked and there was £1000 waiting for me, just like that. My heart stuttered. I had to work weeks for that kind of cash in my regular jobs. I tried to keep a poker face. “Great. Thank you.”

“That’s just for this weekend,” he said. “If you want to stay, that is.”

Rick’s hand was on my wrist again. “You don’t have to stay, Katie. Really. Don’t feel obligated. And if you do, there is a spare room, plenty of spare rooms… we’ve got more spare rooms than you can shake a stick at.”

“I’ll stay,” I said, even though my nerves were skyrocketing. I had an overnight bag in the car, just in case. I looked straight at Carl, begging my heart to still. “Do you want to… shall I, um… now?” I reached around for the zip on my dress, cheeks burning.

The look he shot me was full of shock, and even a little indignation. “No,” he said. “You don’t seem cheap enough to spread your legs the moment the cash comes out, and we’re certainly not cheap enough to take it that way.”

I felt strangely taken aback. “I just thought… sorry…”

His eyes were so hard. “You’re not a prostitute, Katie. I don’t expect you to drop your knickers the minute you walk through the door.”

I shrivelled under his glare, turning into a gawky little girl. “I thought that maybe… sorry, I misunderstood.”

Rick groaned, loud enough to get our attention. “Drinks, please…” he said. “For fuck’s sake, let’s get a fucking beer. Jesus Christ.”

He didn’t even wait for affirmation, just took himself through to the kitchen.

I was pleased to follow him.

 

The atmosphere changed in the kitchen. The air felt lighter, and the evening sun lit up the room through the huge townhouse windows. Rick pulled out a beer and offered me one, but Carl was already at the wine rack, pulling out a bottle of red and holding it up for my approval.

“A good year,” he said, and uncorked. He poured, and I caught a heady whiff of fruit.

I took my glass and swirled the wine around, took a sniff. “Nice.”

A thousand pounds richer. I couldn’t quite believe it. Real money. In my account. I smiled, and I meant it, and then I drank down a large enough glug of my wine that Carl smirked at me.

Rick hitched himself onto the marble counter, tapping his brogues against the cabinet underneath. “We got off to a weird start,” he said. “We’re really not that bad, I promise. We’re pretty laidback.”

I didn’t quite believe him, but I smiled anyway. “You have a wonderful place.”

“That’s down to Rick,” Carl said. “He’s the designer.”

Rick looked out of the window rather than soak up the praise. “You want anything here, just help yourself. Feel at home. We want you to be comfortable here, don’t we, Carl?”

Carl sighed, eyes heavy as they met mine. “Yes, yes.” He tipped his head towards Rick. “He’s a free spirit, man. Rick is all about ambience, and communication, and…” He reached behind him and jabbed at some weird grill like contraption. “…shrivelled up tofu crackers. He’s quite the hippy.”

“Dehydrated,” Rick groaned. “They’re dehydrated.”

“Whereas I’m a little more, direct. I like to be direct.”

No shit. I knocked back some more wine. “What else do you do? For fun?”

“Work,” Carl said. “We work a lot. Work hard. Work smart. Other than that we watch movies, hit the occasional club, hit the occasional tennis court, too. We have a gym in the basement, and a sauna and Jacuzzi. It makes working out a little easier. How about you?”

Wine made me brave enough to show myself. “I ride,” I said. “Horses. Well, one horse. Samson.” I fought back the urge to whip out the gallery app on my phone and bore them with ten thousand pictures. Now really wasn’t the time.

They both nodded, a look passing between them.

“Makes sense,” Carl said. “The horsey type, yes. Very good.”

“You ride?” I asked.

“Oh yes, we ride.” His eyes prickled me. “Just not horses.” He wouldn’t stop staring, and his gaze was hot. I took a step back, propping myself against the kitchen island. “So, tell me about Katie Serena Smith. Fresh out of university, a business degree under your belt. What next?”

I shrugged. “I’m planning on bailing out of the conventional. That’s why I’m here.”

I had both of their attention.

Rick held his beer up. “Conventional is overrated. We don’t conform much in this household.”

“What are you bailing out of?” Carl asked.

I held up my glass. “The boring. The mundane. The status quo. I studied business because I felt I should get a conventional degree. Now I want to live for me.” I took a breath. “I want my own yard. Just a small affair, maybe six horses. That would do nicely.” It felt weird to share my ambitions so quickly, and part of me twitched inside, twitching at the potential disapproval.

Carl tapped his fingers against his wine glass, weighing me up. “An eventing yard? Dressage, perhaps?”

I shook my head. “Neither. Just a little riding school. A couple of horses for a couple of kids, it’s been my dream since I was a little girl.”

He didn’t look impressed, and I didn’t expect him to. Rick was more forthcoming. He smiled and nodded, and uttered noises of approval.

“I only have the one horse,” I continued. “But I want that to change, soon. It’s why I’m here.”

“Money to set up a stable?” Rick asked, not even a hint of condescension in his tone. “That’s really cool.”

I nodded. “It costs a fair bit, even for such a small scale.”

Carl pointed a finger in my direction. “You could use your business degree for a few years, build up some real world corporate experience. You could walk into a decent sales or finance training role.”

I stared at him. Mr Mega Corporate. Stared at the hard lines of him, the promise of steely muscle under his shirt. He worked out a lot, you could tell. He wasn’t all hip and lean like Rick. He was solid. Like a bull. An angry bull. The wine was already hitting me, swishing warm in my stomach, and I tried to imagine him fucking me, his face in mine while he pounded me, the grunts of him as his flesh slapped mine. I wasn’t sure whether the thought thrilled or petrified me. Maybe a bit of both.

Definitely a bit of both.

And he’d paid for it in advance. Paid for me.

I focused back on the conversation. “I could probably toe the corporate line, yes.”

Carl raised an eyebrow. “But you’re not going to?”

“No. I’m not going to.” I kept my eyes steady. Determined. He wasn’t the only one who had steel.

I breathed in relief as he looked away. “I do admire those who know what they want out of life.”

Rick laughed. “Carl doesn’t tolerate indecision easily.” I filed that away for future reference. He dug in his pocket, pulled out some rolling tobacco. “Going to head out for a smoke,” he said. His eyes sparkled, full of meaning. “Do you?”

I placed my wine on the counter. “I’ll come for some fresh air.”

Carl didn’t move, not even a muscle, and I was glad. He held up his mobile as we made our way outside. “I’ll just check my emails.”

 

The garden was impressive, like the rest of the pad. A big wooden table with chairs, and two of those chiminea burners. There was a covered area for smoking, the whole place edged with a classy rock garden. It was as swish as the interior. Impressive and imposing. Rick rolled his cigarette as his eyes weighed me up.

“He’s difficult, but he’s really cool when you get to know him.”

I raised my eyebrows. “No, he’s fine.”

Rick smirked, placing his roll up between his lips. “He’s difficult. He knows it, too. He can’t help himself.”

“Really, he’s fine.” I smiled, and hoped I appeared genuine. In reality the guy intimidated the shit out of me, enough to set my nerves alight. A healthy thousand in my bank account made it a lot easier to stay put, but the thought of fucking the guy was enough to bring me out in a cold sweat. Rick on the other hand, Rick I’d do for fun.

His smile was so easy. “I’m glad you came.”

“Thanks, me too.”

“Some don’t,” he admitted. “For some it’s all talk. I hoped you’d show.”

“I’m serious about this,” I said. “The idea suits me.”

“How so?”

I let myself relax in his presence, catching the scent of him on the breeze. “I don’t get much chance for dating. University, two jobs, horse to look after.”

“But university’s over.”

“Just frees me up for more stable time.”

“Priorities, I get it.” He leaned against the wall. “You’re nicer than I hoped. Your smile is cuter.”

“Thanks.” I leaned beside him. “You’re nicer than I hoped. Taller.”

“Seriously, don’t mind Carl,” he said. “He’s really something when you get to know him.”

“I’m sold,” I laughed. “Don’t worry, I can handle it.”

“I really hope so.” He reached for my hand, pulled me into him, until I could smell beer and smoke, and him. “You don’t need to rush, by the way. Neither of us expect anything, not tonight.”

But I did want something. I wanted him. The mess of his hair was perfect, the lean lines of him pleasing to the eye. His tattoos were hot, patterns and hearts and stars over tight muscle. He wet his lips, and I caught sight of chrome. A tongue bar. I wondered how it would feel against my clit, and the thought shocked me. The extent of my attraction to Rick shocked me.

“You said you had piercings, you didn’t say which.”

He poked his tongue out, showing it in its full glory. “Tongue, nipples.” He paused. “Cock.”

Excitement fizzed. “You have your cock pierced?”

He grinned. “You could say that.”

I forced my mind back to Carl. No favouritism, as per the rules. “And Carl, does he?”

He shook his head. “No, he’s a blank canvas, not even a hint of a piercing. How about you?”

“Only my ears.”

I couldn’t stop thinking about Rick’s cock. About the piercings, and the tats, and the glint of chrome in his mouth.

He stubbed his cigarette in the ashtray. “Better go back in.”

I nodded, but took his wrist as he made to pass. “How many times have you done this?”

“Women?” He stared at me. “Five from Sugar Daddy. A few before it.”

Wow! “None of them worked out?”

“Some.” He looked through the window, checking for Carl. “One we really liked. It’s a long story.” He moved his hand, took my fingers in his. “None of them worked out, no.” He smiled and moved closer, and my breath stopped as his mouth paused just an inch from mine. “I’m pleased they didn’t, though, to be honest.”

“You are?”

His body touched to mine, fingers trailing up my back, and it was scorching. Chemistry. Fucking chemistry.

“I’m really pleased they didn’t,” he said. “Because not one of them made me feel half as excited as you have since you walked through our door.”

I willed him to kiss me, just to feel the warmth of his mouth on mine, just to see. Just to feel. Just to squash the nerves, and the tension and the excitement. But he didn’t.

“Carl will be waiting,” he said.

 

* * *

Carl

 

I could see them through the window. Enough of them to know Rick had the hots for Little Miss Horsey.

It made me smirk to myself. Rick, with his heart on his sleeve. Literally as well as figuratively. His tattoos were full of them. Hearts and stars and weird patterns.

I wondered if he’d kissed her yet.

The flush on their faces as they came back inside made me consider it, but no. We have boundaries, and Rick sticks to them.

Trust.

It means everything.

I refilled Katie’s glass, and she chugged another load back as though it wasn’t vintage. I liked that about her already. She lacked any kind of pretence. She was spirited, and free. Classy, without being stuck up.

A body to fucking die for.

And a sparkle in her eyes that made it clear she wanted this.

Correction. A sparkle in her eyes that made it clear she wanted Rick. They always wanted Rick. Rick is fun, and sexy, and puts people at ease. Me not so much.

I could live with that. I didn’t give a shit about that. But I did give a shit about time. Six months was too long to wait, six months was wasted time, a stupid dance that could lead to a fat pile of frustration.

Six months was unacceptable.

I needed to know she could deliver, and I needed to know a fuck of a lot quicker than six bastard months.

Rick wiggled his eyebrows at me, and Katie was attached to him, her hand in his. They’d be fucking already if I wasn’t here, and I knew it.

“Have you eaten?” I asked, and she nodded.

“I grabbed something before I came over.”

“Do you need to call anyone, let them know you’re still in one piece?”

She shook her head. “I’m all good. Mum’s at work. I’m a big girl, she doesn’t worry about me.”

“She’s your mother. Mothers worry.” I raised an eyebrow.

“I’ve never given her cause to worry,” she said. “This is way above my usual level of crazy.”

“You’re quite safe,” I said. “A risk that paid off.”

“Yeah.” She smiled, but her eyes were on Rick. “It did.”

 

Drink always makes conversation so much easier. I kept my head, holding back on the wine while Rick knocked back the beers, and Katie loosened up on a couple of glasses of red. I let them talk, and I watched. I always watch.

Rick told her about graphic design, and made her laugh about some of his clients. Only Rick can make work funny like that. He asked her about her uni course, and her friends, and her horse.

She showed him a thousand pictures, but only showed me one.

She asked him a thousand questions, but only asked me a couple.

She touched his arm a hundred times, but kept her body an ocean away from mine.

Yet her eyes kept finding me, and kept staring, and there were nerves there, intoxicating nerves that tempted me to say fuck it, and grab hold of her tight little body and pound the fuck out of her over the kitchen island. I did nothing, just watched.

I checked my watch when they went out for another cigarette, and the time was getting on. Midnight called, and the stakes were getting higher. To fuck or not to fuck.

Her choice, and I couldn’t call it.

She was under his arm when they came back in this time, his fingers trailing the soft skin of her forearm. She was resting against him easily, her smile bright and body relaxed. It made me feel surprisingly irritated, an outcast in my own kitchen, even though I knew the idea was ludicrous.

Rick’s eyes told me the idea was ludicrous.

He grabbed another beer from the fridge and this time he came to my side, pressed his body against mine, his hands on my waist. Katie watched, and her pupils were big, the wine making her openly curious.

She was picturing us fucking, I could tell. I could practically see us behind her eyeballs. No doubt I’d be on top, Rick squirming under me while I pounded his hot little asshole.

She’d have that much right.

On cue she crossed her legs, and I watched the press of her thighs as she clenched.

She’d be wet. Wet and tight. Nervous and needy.

We should take her. Fuck her until she squealed like a wanton little bitch and earned her thousand.

Rick’s breath was in my ear. “Bedtime soon?”

I nodded. “Definitely soon.” I stared at Katie, loving the way she blushed with wine and self-consciousness. “Will you be wanting the spare room?”

She twiddled her hair in her fingers, and it wasn’t meant to be provocative, I’m certain of it, just absent-minded, but I felt it right the way through my cock. “I think so,” she said. “If that’s alright? I mean, I’ll stay with you, just, the first night is…”

“It’s cool,” Rick said. “We get it. Spare room is fine.”

I didn’t say a word, and there was no point.

We’d put her in the spare room, and she’d wriggle her way under the covers and pretend that’s where she wanted to be, and maybe it would be.

But not for long.

She was too curious, and too excited, and her body wanted Rick too fucking much to stay put.

I’d put money on it. Much more than a measly fucking grand.

Time to check out my predictions. I squeezed Rick’s neck, my fingers massaging his throat. “Let’s call it a night.”

Katie drank her wine back, placed the glass on the side. “I’ll get my bag,” she said.

I watched Rick walk her out, saw the huddle of them by her car. A big fucking thing for such a dainty looking girl.

“I’ll show Katie up,” he said as they stepped back inside, but I shrugged.

“No need, I’m coming up, too. We’ll all go up.”

I led the way, purposefully opening the guest room right next to ours. I pointed out the en suite, the tumbler and mineral water on the dressing table, and then I left her there, backing Rick out of the door with me.

Her eyes followed us until I closed the door.

And Rick was pissed at me. His breath was in my ear, all hissy and angry.

“You could have at least let me kiss her.”

“Chill the fuck out, loverboy,” I said, pacing through to our own room.

“Jesus, Carl. I could have warmed her up to the idea.”

“She’s fucking wet for it,” I said, my voice low. “She’s like a bitch on heat over the idea of your cock in her tight little snatch. You’d have to be blind not to see that.”

“Both of us,” he said. “She wants both of us.”

I laughed. “Like fuck she does.” My eyes met his. “But she will.”

He pulled the bedroom door shut, but I shook my head and threw it wide. And then I unbuttoned my shirt while he watched, and his eyes were hooded, the swell of his cock plain as day in his fucking jeans.

“Now get naked and get on that fucking bed,” I said. “And I’ll prove my theory about Little Miss Tight Snatch next door.”