Chapter 5
three’s company
Amir
We run into Lila, Desmond’s sister, at check-in, who greets us enthusiastically before going over her regular introduction, as if we have never met before.
It’s always funny to see them both switch back into their professional personas, immediately drawing in their bold personalities.
We were regulars before her and her brother took over, and they’ve been doing the damn thing.
“Good evening, I’m Lila. It’s nice to see you again. I’ll need your membership cards, most recent test results, cell phones, and valid identification, please?”
“Of course. Always great to see you,” I say, handing over the dark red member cards.
Savannah retrieves the test results, unfolding both papers before setting them on the desk. Lila’s busy scanning our cards and clacking away on that typewriter keyboard of hers, taking a moment to repeat a line from the song that plays overhead.
She completes our sign-in for the evening and sets a tray down in front of us. We scramble to stash them away before dropping those same belongings in the tray for safekeeping until check out.
Members often toss their rings in with their valuables, but not us.
I love seeing that ring on her finger, but there’s something about her wearing it while I order someone else to make her come.
This is a mutual arrangement with rules in place to ensure there are no misunderstandings.
I occasionally share, but Savannah Collins is mine. Always has been and always will be.
“I’ll let D know you’re here before you get too busy,” she says, slipping out from behind the hostess desk. “Oh, and don’t worry. I gave her a tour and she settled in at the bar. She’s cute,” Lila adds with a knowing look before exiting the room.
Moments later, Desmond’s deep baritone rumbles before he emerges into the lobby.
“Happy anniversary to my favorite couple.” His hulking figure towers over us as he approaches with open arms, greeting Savannah with a warm embrace.
“Sav, it’s always a pleasure,” he says, turning toward me for a hug.
“And before you say it, the pleasure is mine. Literally. You’re welcome,” he teases, stepping back to assess us.
“You’re a damn fool.” Savannah chuckles, playfully slapping his arm.
“You are getting old, bruh,” I tease, pointing out the grays in his beard, knowing he will have a comeback for me.
“I know your ass ain’t talking. Your waves glow in the dark.”
Savannah covers her mouth as her body racks with laughter.
“You started that,” she reminds, still cackling.
“Yours would too if you weren’t bald,” I joke.
“I’ll have you know ladies love rubbing on my bald head,” he adds matter-of-factly.
“It’s a nice shaped head, D,” she assures while toying with her club bracelet.
It’s always good to catch up with Desmond, but we only have one night with Nova. Who’s waiting for us.
“Anyway,” I blurt, changing the subject as I check my watch.
I’m relieved we still have time. I said seven on the dot and I am a man of my word.
“What y’all ‘bout to get into? Besides each other,” he asks with a side eye.
“Someone,” she says proudly, taking my hand.
“Well, don’t me hold you. Have fun, you two,” he says with a nod.
“Oh, we plan to,” Savvy says, leading me to the elevator.
I follow behind her, ignore my thumping heartbeat as we step off the elevator, and head toward the bar. I’m not usually nervous about this, but I’d like to make a good impression and not come off too strong.
When the sign comes into view, she stops outside the door and turns to face me.
“You ready, babe?”
I nod, giving her hand a squeeze before crossing the threshold.
Smooth R we’d like to honor that and some of our own, but the ball is in her court.
Before we can say anything, she wrinkles her brow as if she forgot something.
“Sorry, I have to ask. Are you looking for a third?” she asks with a serious tone, failing to keep her composure as a breathy laugh escapes her.
Savannah and I chuckle, and I can practically see the nervousness melting off of her. I love that sense of humor and how she vibes with us.
Already taking care of my baby. Good girl.
“We are, actually. Are you free tonight?” I ask, playing along.
“I am now.”
“Happy anniversary to us,” Savvy says to me.
The bartender approaches and I order our usual, offering to top off Nova’s drink when I realize we hadn’t previously discussed our preferred names at the club.
“What would you like for us to call you here?”
“Oh. My name is fine, but I like when you call me Baby Girl too,” she tells me in a hopeful tone.
“We can do that. Right baby?” Savvy asks, staring expectantly at me.
“Absolutely.”
Nova awkwardly offers a handshake that Savannah ignores. My wife is a hugger, no matter what.
“We’re way past a handshake, Baby Girl. Do you mind hugs?”
She nods and my wife engulfs her in a hug, whispering something in her ear before they separate that makes her eyes widen.
What did she say?
Sav and I are so in sync that I fear we may come off too strong to people that don’t know us well. The last thing I want to do is scare her off, especially after things have gone well so far.
To my surprise, she turns to me with open arms, holding them out in silent questioning, and I meet her embrace. With careful hands on her toned back, I plant them on her slim waist, resisting the urge to drag them lower before we pull apart.
In due time.
The bartender returns with our drinks and Savvy tilts her head toward a corner booth that’s vacant. Her and Nova stroll over with their wine glasses, and I’m right behind them, enjoying the view. Nova insists on sitting between us as she follows Savvy, scooting into the booth, and I oblige.
“What did she say to you?” I ask, leaning in close.
“Wouldn’t you like to know?” she quips with a playful smile.
“Oh. That's how we’re playing tonight?”
“Depends.”
“On what?”
“Depends on how good you are at sharing,” she says, taking a sip of her wine.
“You’ll find that I’m very good at sharing when my wife is handled properly.”
“Well, it's a good thing you showed me how to do that,” she teases with a wink.
Fuck. That mouth of hers. I can’t wait to have it wrapped around my dick.
Before I can respond, she changes the subject, speaking to us both.
“Everything I checked on my form is the same, but when I was doing the tour, the voyeur floor caught my interest,” she admits, staring expectantly.
Savvy and I share a look of surprise and silently agree.
“We’re here to serve you in any way you’d like, Baby Girl,” she assures, placing her hand on Nova’s lower back.
She leans into it. “Except what if I want to serve you?”
“We’re open to whatever. Really,” I say, pointing to my green bracelet.
“I’ve been thinking and…so, I’m usually dominant in bed, but something about you makes me curious.
” She pauses, chewing her lip in contemplation.
“I’d like for the two of you to use me until I’m spent.
I want to be your plaything tonight, if that’s alright.
I can’t stop thinking about that FaceTime. ”
Me either.
“We hadn’t done anything like that before. I’m glad you liked it.”
“I loved it. I have…” She trails off.
“You’ve what? Played with that pretty pussy while thinking of us? It’s okay,” Savvy assures, resting her hand on Nova’s thigh, stealing my attention as she scoots closer to her.
Fuck.
“Really? You admit you’ve been touching yourself without our permission?”
“Yes, Daddy. And…” She pauses, looking to Savvy for approval.
“Baby Girl, you can call me ‘Mommy’ or ‘Missus,’ since it’ll be hard to remember my name once you forget yours.”
Goddamn. That’s my girl.
“Mommy and Daddy it is,” she continues. “You already know my kinks, what’s off-limits, and my safeword. Bu—”
“Butterfly,” we blurt in unison.
Savvy takes a sip of wine, her free hand rubbing on Nova’s thigh. “You mentioned you aren’t new to being with couples, but it’s important to us that no one feels left out at any point. Meaning no one needs to sit on the sidelines and watch, unless they want to.”
“I can appreciate that. So who likes to watch?”
“Both of us, but I think I like it more.”
“Good,” she quips in a low voice as she meets my gaze. “Can I kiss your wife?”
“Damn right,” I say, leaning back into the booth.
She turns to Savvy and tilts her chin, leaning in closer to take her lips. The kiss is intense, causing me to adjust myself as I admire the beautiful women in front of me. Their tongues clash in a fight for dominance and I hear a soft moan escape Nova that has me biting back a groan.
They break the kiss, panting as they catch their breath, and I can’t help but to notice Nova’s pebbled nipples poking through her skintight dress. I’m tempted to pinch them when I’m reminded that the bar is one of few common spaces in the club where public sex isn’t allowed.
We’re gonna need to get out of here. Fast.
I’m distracted from my thoughts when she turns to me, her big brown eyes drop to my lips, and I close the distance before she can even ask me. I appreciate her politeness, but she should take what she wants.
Yes. All night long, the answer is yes.
My lips crash against hers with fervor as she gives in to me, willingly, trusting me to lead her, and I do. I give her a glimpse of what to expect tonight as I pull back, tugging her lip between my teeth.
I press soft kisses along her jawline and whisper in her ear, “You’re gonna kiss me just like that while we eat my wife’s pussy. Alright?”
“Yes, Daddy,” she breathes. “Can we get a room? Please?”
“Say less,” Savvy blurts, rising up from the booth in a hurry and Nova’s not far behind. “Our Baby Girl needs to get fucked.”
“So do you,” I challenge, slapping her ass as I slip out of the booth. “Are you wearing panties?”
“Nope,” she quips, cackling over her shoulder.
Bet.
Once again, I follow Savannah’s lead as she struts hand in hand with our girl to the elevator. She said the words. She’s ours tonight, however we need her.
Baby Girl doesn’t know what she asked for, but I sure hope she can keep up with us.