Three
“Please tell me you brought at least two bottles of wine.” I say as soon as I open the door to my apartment.
My best friend, Darla, arches her perfectly sculpted brow. “Bitch, please,” then holds up her hands, clutching a bottle of wine in each. “I’m always double fisting.”
“I knew I could count on you.”
I move out of the way to let her come inside. She’s just come from work so she’s dressed in her blue scrubs. She spends her days as a pediatric nurse and her nights as the best friend I’ve ever had.
“When my friend calls and says she needs advice, wine, and sushi, I’m always going to be there.”
We sat on my living room floor, with the sushi I had delivered spread over the coffee table, each with a very large glass of wine. This is exactly what I needed before I’m able to discuss my wild proposition with her.
“So,” she asks as she pops a piece of sashimi into her mouth. “What’s got you all worked up into a tizzy?”
“Honestly, I’m not even sure you’ll believe me when I tell you.”
“Of course I will. We don’t lie to one another, no matter what, right? So unless you tell me that you gave Henry Cavill a blowjob on the train, I’ll absolutely believe you.”
I choke on my wine which causes me to laugh and cough at the same time, waving my hands back and forth. “Not exactly that, no.”
“I’m intrigued.”
“Okay, so, do you remember that I had to go do that interview at Thax last week?”
“I do. You were nervous about it but I told you that you were going to rock it. I’m assuming you did?” She takes another bite and waits for my response.
“It went great. Better than great, actually. The article is going to be amazing, but what happened afterward, a few days later, is the issue here.” I chug the remainder of the wine in my glass before I continue.
“The entire interview was laced with tension. Not in a bad way though. It was like hot tension, if that makes sense. They are overwhelming to say the least. Anyways last night, Theo Moretti showed up at my door…”
“WHAT?” She screeches.
“Shhh,” I say with wide eyes. “Jesus christ, Darla. I have neighbors.”
“What the fuck?” she whispers this time. “How could you keep that a secret for even a day? I would have been shouting it from the rooftops. Why did he come by? What did he want?”
“This stays in this room, do you understand me?” I point at her with my chopsticks. “This can’t get out. It just can’t.”
“I hear you. I get it. I’d never tell anyone anything we discuss but your insistence that I never tell a soul makes me think this is juicy, so I’m even more excited.”
I sigh heavily. “He came to ask me to go to Fiji with him… and with Alexander Rivas with the clear expectation that I’d be having sex with both of them…
at the same time… for the duration of our two week stay there.
” She stares at me blankly for a moment without even moving.
I think I broke her. “Darla? Are you alright?”
She then starts to blink rapidly before shaking her head a bit. “Sorry, I think I blacked out for a second. Did you really just tell me you’ve been propositioned to be a sex slave for two of the richest, hottest men in the world, on a tropical island, for free… for all you can eat threesomes?”
“First of all, not a slave, just a willing sexual partner, and I’ll now and forever only refer to this as a trip for all you can eat threesomes.”
“What did you say? What did you tell them? Are you going?”
“That’s why you’re here. I don’t know what to do. I just broke up with David, and I’m trying to move on, but is this the right way?”
“I think you’re thinking too hard about this.
They didn’t ask you to marry them. They asked you for two weeks of sex in Fiji.
As long as you want to, they swear to keep you safe, and not harm you in any way, I think you should go for it.
Live a little… and keep a detailed diary of every moment so that I can live vicariously through you when you get back.
And if they do turn out to be creeps, I’ll personally chop their dicks off and shove them in each other’s throats. ”
“Wow,” I shake my head. “Good to know you’ll commit bodily harm for me.”
“Bitch, I’d kill someone for you, and I think you know that.”
She raises her glass to mine and we clink them together before taking a long, needed sip. Who am I kidding? It was a full on, frat boy level chug.
“Fuck,” I say, placing my glass back on the coffee table. “I’m going to do it, aren’t I?”
“I have a feeling you had decided before I even came over tonight.” she replies with a shrug.
“You just wanted me to tell you that it’s okay because you, more than anyone else I’ve ever met, have issues allowing yourself to have fun.
You never do what you want. You’re too hard on yourself.
Like I said, as long as you’re consenting and safe, go get some dicks, babe. ”
“Two of them,” I say with wide eyes. “Am I going to get double penetrated?”
Darla screams and laughs at my expense. “Oh my god, you are really diving into the deep end, no pun intended.” She starts fanning her face with her hands because tears are forming in her eyes. “I suppose you could be, but only if that’s how they do things and it’s what you want.”
“I mean… I don’t hate the idea,” I smirk. The wine is definitely beginning to talk for me. “They are so hot, Darla. Literally the hottest men I’ve ever seen in real life. They exude power and sex appeal. It’s overwhelming to say the least. How am I going to do this?”
“With a damn good memory because I want every single dirty detail.”