Chapter 22
Clenching my jaw, I closed my eyes and pictured naked bodies crawling all over each other. I snapped my eyes open, grateful to eradicate the images. “Lolly, I can’t do a threesome.”
“Sure you can. Two men pleasuring you—it’s fucking hot.”
I squirmed. “It’s just . . . it seems a little slutty.”
“Don’t be silly. What’s the definition of a slut?” She asked.
“A woman who has many casual sex partners.”
“Oh, so I guess you’re already there.” She giggled.
I groaned. “Not helpful.”
“Well, it’s true. You’re?—”
“Still not helping.”
“Right. Okay. Let’s be serious. Have you had sex with these guys?”
“No, neither of them. And when the electrician was here last time, he said Mickey had told him the rules.”
“Good. So, the first rule of threesomes isthat you must establishthe ground rules.”
“Ahhhh, Lolly. You don’t understand. I don’t want a . . .” I cleared my throat and checked that the reception area was vacant. “A threesome,” I whispered. “I want to figure out how to get rid of these guys.”
“Now, now, let’s not be too hasty.”
I groaned.
“I do believe you once said you didn’t do casual sex either.”
“Awww, that’s not fair.”
“I’m just saying don’t discount it so quickly.”
I wanted to crawl into the stationery cupboard and shut the doors on mycrazyworld.
“Are you listening?”
“Yeeeees.” I was about as enthusiastic as a prisoner on death row.
“Okay, let’s just think about this. First off, you’re the one in charge. So, you set the rules, and if either of those guys breaks them, you can knee them in the balls. You’re good at that.”
“Ha ha. Very funny.”
“Actually,you don’t even have to have sex with them. Just have a bit of fun. Tie them up or something and take turns having your way with each of them while the otheronewatches.”
I moaned.
“Hey, remember that couple you watched having sex? That made you so fucking horny you grinned like a nutter for weeks.”
“No, I didn’t.”
“Hell, yeah, you did. Don’t tell me you didn’t like it.”
I had an instant recall of the Irish guy and his stunning mistress. It had been incredible seeing the way they touched each other. Watching their unbridled passion had sliced another layer off my naivety.
“Oh, I know.” Lolly launched me back to the present. “They could blindfold you, and you could guess which guy was doing what to you.”
I heard a cough, and my eyes bulged. “Oh my god!”
“What?”
“Was that Cal?”
“Of course. Say hi to Jane.”
Oh faaarrkkk. She has me on speaker.
“Hi, Jane.”
I slid down the wall until my knees were at my chin. “Has he heard everything we’ve said?”
“Of course. But don’t worry; he’s cool.”
“So. . . he knows you’ve had a threesome?”
“Of course. You know we don’t have any secrets, and it wasn’t just one threesome.”
“And he’s okay with it.”
“Shit yeah. It makeshimhorny. Doesn’t it, babe?”
I pictured Cal’s cheeky grin. “Of course.”
“Besides, Jane, what happens before you meet a guy is exactly that—something you did before you met him. You can’t undo the past. It’s what you do once you get together that counts.”
“Well said, honey.” Calvin’s deep voice cut into her speech.
“Thanks, babe.”
Subtle sucking noises drifted down the phone, and for the hundredth time, I was given a demonstration of their love for each other.Maybe their choice to share their past exploits, thereby eliminating secrets, hadmadetheir passion and loveso strong.
“Anyway, babe, Cal and I think you should have the threesome.”
“Sure do,” Calvin weighed in on the conversation.
I groaned.
“So, here’s what you’re going to do,” she said.
I huffed. “What?”
“Oh, cheer up. You’ve got men lining up to be with you. Six months ago, your vagina had sealed back over.”
Bloody hell. Kill me now.“That’s great. Thanks for sharing that.”
“You’re welcome.Anyway,it sounds like you’re in for a busy night at work, correct?”
I turned to check the counter, and although no one was standing there, based on all the noise in the lobby, I assumed there were still dozens of people around. “Probably.”
“Spend the night thinking about it. Those hunky hunks upstairs aren’t going anywhere, and come morning, you can go up to them with a plan.”
As I silently thought about it, she went silent, too. It would’ve killed her.
“Maybe,” I finally said.
“I bet you do it.”
“Really?” I forced sarcasm into my voice. “What do you bet?”
“Oooh, Memphis has a challenge for me.”
“Cool.” Calvin seemed to be enjoying this.
“Okay, I thinka bit ofreverse psychologyis calledfor.” She moaned. “If you do it, I’ll eat cheesecake with my green tea on Tuesday.”
That was ahugechallenge for Lolly. I’d never seen her eat sweets. “Okay, that’s a deal. But I’m not telling you anything until we’re sitting at the coffee shop on Tuesday.”
“Oh, what? You can’t do that.”
I pushed up from the floor, almost feeling normal again. “Yes, I can.”
“Oh fuck, babe, you’ll kill me. Anyway, all this talk about threesomes has made me horny again, so . . . gotta go.”
She hung up, and I giggled as I returned to the reception desk.
The night flew by, and I was stunned when Needledick suddenly appeared at the counter. I’d been busy all night and was so engrossed in catching up with the check-out paperwork for today that I hadn’t noticed the time.
“Morning, Jane. How was your night?”
“Crazy. I’m sure these uni students don’t sleep.”
He huffed as he tossed his keys into the top drawer.“I’d love a good night’s sleep.”
I was seconds away from asking him how his mother was when I caught myself and turned my thoughts to the handover process. “You have about nine guests arriving this morning. All the check-in cards are here.” I patted the pile of index cards on the counter. “And fourteen guests are checking out.”
“Okay.” His enthusiasm was non-existent.
I grabbed my bag. “All right, I’m off to sleep then. Have fun.”
“Yeah, not likely. I need today like a hole in the head.”
Ihad the impressionhe was dying for me to ask what was wrong, but I resisted with all my might. With his dour comment perfect for my departure, I turned on my heel and tugged my skirt down as I walked toward the elevator.
Within five minutes, I was in my room and had both taps running full-on into the bath. I pouredina decent quantity of Marjorie’s bubble bath and then went to the kitchen to make breakfast.
With my peanut butter on toast and a strong hot coffeein hand, I returned to the tub, stripped off, and hopped in. As the warm water hugged me like a true friend,my thoughts went toLolita. The relationship she had with Calvin was special. Was it because they shared everything?
Would I be able to tell a future husband-to-be that I’d had a threesome? The concept of a discussion like that horrified me, and as I nibbled on my toast, I tried to force my brain away from three naked bodies rolling around a bed together.
But I couldn’t.
The more I thought about the two hot men waiting for me upstairs, the more it consumed me. But it wasn’t me they were waiting for . . . it was Memphis.
Memphis would be the one having the threesome.Strong, confident, sexy Memphis.
I really have gone mad.
I swallowed a large gulp of coffeeand then grabbedmy cotton washer and slathered it in soap.As I ran the warm cloth over my legs, my mind skipped over the never-ending positions three sexed-up people could get themselves into. My horny insides pulsed with pleasure at the images playing through my brain.
Could I do this? Could I share my libido with two men?
I’d be in charge.I could dictate who did what. Andwhat went where.I giggled.
Suddenly,the decision was made. Memphis was back, and the two hunky spunks were about to meet onevery curiouswoman.
I climbed out of the bath, toweled off, and applied my abundant Memphis makeup with haste and skill. My dilemma came with my choice of wig. The black one I’d worn for each of them before had been a mess after Jackson had stomped on it last time, but it was a total loss after my recent attack on it with the hairspray for my rock-chick look.
Without any other solution, I decided Mickey and Jackson were about to meet the blonde-haired, blue-eyed Memphis.
With makeup and hair done, Istood before my closet and scanned my choices.The green satin in my Poison Ivy costume caught my eye, and I shoved the other clothes awayfrom itand pulled it off the rack. Poison Ivy was beautiful and deadly, and she took what she wanted.
I laughed.Thisis the perfect outfitto wear whiletaking on my two crusaders upstairs.
I slipped on the green satin underpants, then, tugging the fabric together inch by inch on the boned corset, I gradually hooked the clips up the middle to my breasts. With the corset in place, my breasts were plump bulging mounds that threatened to burst from the top after any movement.
The green shoesthat I’dworn last time hadn’tbeen wornsince. I slipped them on andthenfinished the outfit with the long green satin gloves that reached my elbows. With the costume in place, I glanced in the mirror. Wow. The transformation was both shocking and perfect.
I tugged on my trusty trench coat, checked my bag for emergency supplies, and before I changed my mind,I headed out mydoor.
With every second I rode in the elevator up to the sixth floor, my heart elevated a notch, too. Every sexual experience I’d had this year had taught me something, and I’d grown in confidence withthem, too.
What I was planning to do now, though, put me right back in the novice corner, and I was equally excited and petrifiedat the same time.
But I’d come this far. Iwas dressed. Ready. And more than a littleinquisitive.
At the door for room thirty-three, I fitted my mask in place, and after aquickglance up and down the hall, I removed my coat and knocked.
A little commotion erupted through the door, andI heard someone say, “I told you she’d come.” Seconds later, a grinning Jackson greeted me. He wore the hotel-supplied bathrobe. Just the bathrobe.
My sizzling electrician whistled. “Holy shiiiiitt. You look hot.”
“Move aside, Jackson.” Memphis was here, and she was in charge.
Jackson stepped backward, and as I passed him, he smacked me on the bottom. I spun on my heel, and the cheeky grin melted from his face. “Sorry.”
“You will be.”
He rubbed his hands together as the doorswungclosed and clicked into place.
I crossed the room and flung my coat and bag onto the table. “You two are very naughty, coming here and asking for me.”
“Oh, we know.” Jackson’s growing erection and cheeky grin showed he was as horny as he was mischievous.
Mickey stood in the middle of the room, poised halfway between the bathroom and the bed. He wore steel gray track pants that matched the steel grey of his eyes.In fact,everything about him was like steel, from his steely abs to his rigid stance.The white drawstring on his pants was undoneand fell on either side of his groin, which wasn’t as happy as Jackson’s was.
“You’ve changed your hair.” Unlike his excited sidekick, there was no inflection in Mickey’s voice. Was that good? Or bad?
“Yes.” Did he recognize me?By the blank expression on his face, it wasimpossible to gauge what he was thinking.My heart hammered in my chest as I waited for a reaction. But there wasn’t one. He remained statue-like, rooted to the floor. Jackson rubbed his hands together and stepped toward me.
I held my gloved hand up, making him pause. “Stop right there, Captain Horny.”
“Okay.” He nodded with enthusiasm.
I glanced at Mickey, anda small smile curlingon his lips matched a slight twinkle in his eyes.
“Here are the rules.” I stepped back so I could view both of themeasily. “Number one, I’m in charge. Number two, like last time, we are not having sex.” My heart pounded as I waited out the silence. I turned to Jackson. “Okay?”
“Yes, fine with me.” He rubbed his hands together as if agreeing to an ice cream.
“And you?” I turned my attention to the sexy plumber. The bulge in his groin was pushing past the two white ropes dangling down the front of his pants.
He nodded. “Whatever you say.”
“Right, now I need two chairs over here.” The second I pointed to where Mickey stood, Jackson began dragging two chairs over.
“Now, get on your knees and bend over.”
Jackson stripped his robe off.
“Did I say disrobe?” I raised my voice, confirming I was in charge.
“Oh, shit, sorry. Sorry.” He grabbed the robe off the floor and pulled it back on.
“Now, on your knees and bend over the chair.”
Jackson did ashe was told.
“Come on, mate, what’re you doing?” Jackson looked up at Mickey.
I couldn’t read the expression on Mickey’s face, but his groin wascertainlytalking to me. Mickey looked toward me, and our eyes met. He cocked his head and squinted at me.
Oh crap, I think he recognizes me!