Chapter 7
Seven
Bree
The next night on my stream, the chat has at least fifty more people in it than it usually does.
“Wow, hello, newcomers,” I say when I flip on the camera. “Sorry to break it to you, but Rick isn’t here today.”
Crying emojis and little thumbs down fill up the chat. I smirk at the camera.
“Well, maybe you’ll get lucky and he’ll come again.” I blow a kiss. “Send good vibes, folks.”
hope he doesn’t come back, says GingerWatcher. i prefer you alone.
Hmm. I don’t like the sound of that. Luckily, he’s the only one who feels that way.
Ignoring that comment, I continue with the show. But I’m a little distracted as I work, thinking about having Mangelli here last night, and I really do hope we get another chance.
After turning off the lights and cleaning up, I hesitate on sending him a text message. I don’t know what his situation is with his spouses, so whatever I say should be safe for anyone’s eyes.
I decide on sending something innocuous.
You coming to yoga on Thursday?
The response comes after only a few seconds.
Yep! We’re still getting together for drinks after?
For a split second, I wonder what he’s talking about before I realize it’s code.
You’re on.
Then it’s time to go and pee on the pregnancy test, like I do every night. I set it on the counter and wait the required time before flipping it over to see the result.
Nothing yet.
The week trudges by as I wait for Thursday.
My surge of viewers tapered off after a day or two, which is disappointing, but I make a fine living as it is.
I don’t need to stress, even though it’s instinctual.
We didn’t have much growing up. I survived off free school lunches until I was out of high school, and I didn’t attend college because I didn’t want to take on the debt.
But now I’m stable with the viewership I have, and stable is all I can ask for.
One of my regular viewers, though, is happy that Mangelli hasn’t come back. GingerWatchman requests a private session on Tuesday, and I know he’ll pay well if I chat him up and do exactly what he wants.
Tonight, though, he’s exceptionally bossy.
take off your panties, he demands. So I do, making as sexy a show of it as I can. then use the blue dildo.
I retrieve the dildo he requested and make sure to moan plenty while fucking myself with it. At the end, he leaves a huge tip, so at least that was worthwhile.
I stop in at the tea shop on Wednesday to see Tilly, and she gives me my tea for free before she takes her break. Then we sit outside together while she smokes her cigarette, and I tell her everything that’s happened since I saw her last week.
“Wait a sec,” she says suddenly, then puts the cigarette out. “You shouldn’t be breathing in secondhand smoke if you might be pregnant.”
“Oh. Good point.” There are a lot of things I shouldn’t be doing, probably. “Is tea okay?”
“I think it’s fine,” she says, flicking the butt in the trash. “You need some vices. But walk me through it again. You slept with a guy who’s married?”
I exhale through my teeth. “That’s the part you heard?”
“Is it an open marriage?”
I shrug helplessly. “He said so. I didn’t ask too many questions.”
“Maybe you should have.”
I glare at her, and she raises both hands in surrender.
“Just trying to look out for you,” she says. “You like this guy, I can tell.”
I hate that she’s right, but I cross my arms anyway. “We’re trying to make a kid. It’s different.”
She whistles. “Well, I hope this doesn’t blow up in your face. Rooting for you.”
I stick my tongue out, and she laughs. But it’s good to have a friend who will call you out.
Finally, it’s Thursday, and I’m eager to get to the yoga studio. I really should take Tilly’s advice and ask Mangelli a few more questions about what I’m walking into if we continue doing this.
Again, I’m early to yoga, arriving before they even open the doors after the previous class. So I wait outside for Mangelli to show up. People come and go, and I tap my toe.
When he finally does appear, though… he’s not alone. There’s another satyr with him, this one with black fur and a black mane, no markings on him. He wears a cute pair of glasses on the bridge of his nose.
Both of them slow down as they approach me.
“Hey, Bree,” Mangelli says, but he doesn’t seem as bright or chipper as usual. If anything, he’s nervous. “This is, um…”
“Hello,” says the other satyr, extending his hand to me. “I’m Bennett. Arthur’s husband.”
His voice is familiar. Of course it is—I’ve met this guy before, and we know each other in a very intimate way already. He was the one who teased me and ate my ass.
I put on my best smile as I take his hand in mine and shake it, pretending nothing is wrong. “Nice to meet you, Bennett. You joining us for class today?”
He levels his gaze on me, and I get the sinking feeling that he already knows more than I thought he did.
“Hmm, you’re right,” Bennett says to Mangelli instead of answering me. “She smells really, really good.”
“What?” I ask, lifting my arm to sniff.
“Right?” Mangelli loops his arm around Bennett’s waist. “You feel it, don’t you?”
Bennett nods, and I wish I knew what was going on.
“We should go inside,” I say, picking up my mat because I feel like a fish out of water.
“Actually,” Mangelli says, throwing an arm out to stop me. “What if we went to your place again? I think Bennett wants to… talk. In private.”
Uh oh. I glance at the new satyr again, and he offers me a tentative smile. With his glasses and shorter stature, he’s not intimidating, but the last time Mangelli came over to have a conversation? We all know how that ended.
With one last glance at the studio, I sigh and nod. “All right, fine. See you there.”
My nerves are a tangled mess the whole drive back to my apartment, imagining what Bennett might want to “talk” to me about. Is he going to ream me for ruining his marriage? And where is Mangelli’s other husband?
I have tons of questions and no answers as we pull up into my parking lot. Bennett and Mangelli wait patiently as I open the door to my apartment and let them inside. My blood is roaring in my ears at the confrontation that might be coming.
Inside, though, Mangelli grabs me in his arms and hauls me toward him. I squeak in surprise, and he chuckles as he squeezes me tight.
“Sorry,” he says, leaning down to nose my hair while he embraces me. “I just wanted to hug you. And get a good whiff of you.”
What is with them and smelling me?
I hear Bennett clear his throat, and Mangelli releases me. I can’t believe he just did that in front of his husband. Maybe this isn’t going to be what I expect.
I scurry into the kitchen, gesturing for them to both sit down. Again I ask for drink orders, and again, everyone wants water. My hands are shaking as I serve a few mismatched glasses full of water, then finally take a seat at the table with Mangelli and Bennett sitting on either side of me.
Bennett pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose, and his eyes with the square pupils focus on me.
“Do you know anything about our situation?” he asks. “Me, Arthur, and Jack?”
Guiltily, I have to say, “No.”
“Satyrs are open about sex and relationships. We’re polyamorous and often form large herds.” But then he lets out a deep sigh. “But you should understand something. Our husband, Jack, is the buck of the herd. We don’t want to get him involved in this.”
“You want to go behind his back?” I ask, frowning.
Bennett shakes his head. “What I want, hopefully, if you’re agreeable, is that we all get what we need.”
That’s when I notice him adjusting himself, and he’s got a surprisingly large hard-on underneath his jeans. I raise my eyes to his, and Bennett is staring intently at me.
“We are in rut for another two weeks,” he says, rather like a doctor laying out facts. “I saw how many new viewers you got when you had Arthur on the stream with you, and—”
It’s like a record skips. “Wait, wait,” I say, holding up my hands. “You watched my cam?”
“He’s been watching you for ages,” Mangelli whispers, comically loud. “Bennett’s obsessed with you, Sienna.”
I stare at the satyr sitting beside me. “You’re one of my viewers?”
He nods. “HornyBen.”
Of course. The polite one. The normal one.
“What a small fucking world,” I whisper, rubbing my forehead. “So, what’s your proposal?”
“We would like to join you on camera for the duration of rutting season,” Bennett says. “Hopefully by then, you’re pregnant. Then life can go back to normal, and we all get what we want.”
That’s true. I’m going to get a good payday from DreamTogether on top of my already sufficient job, and for a couple weeks, I could rake in the additional income from my stream, too.
The girl who’s always been poor sits up and claps her hands at this proposition. I could finally scrounge together my down payment.
Plus, there’s getting dicked down by two satyrs.
“But Jack can’t find out,” I repeat.
“It’s just for the next two weeks,” Bennett says patiently.
I bite my lip. It’s very tempting.
“Fine,” I say. “But keeping your faces off-screen will be difficult.”
Bennett shrugs. “Jack doesn’t watch this kind of thing. No one we know in real life will see it.”
I glance up at the clock. Since we skipped yoga, the stream doesn’t start for a while, but that will give me some time to advertise that I’ll have “guests.”
A tingle of anticipation spreads through me. This is going to be fun.
Bennett
Arthur wasn’t wrong—Sienna’s scent is almost overwhelming.
Bree, I remind myself. She is a real person, not simply a beautiful woman on a screen. And I get to touch her, in real life, for the second time.
I’ve been trying to keep a lid on myself, but when she agrees to my idea, I’m more than ready to rip all her clothes off.
Yeah, I don’t feel great going behind Jack’s back, but he simply wouldn’t understand. He’s been hurt too much, and surely isn’t experiencing the same need, the same magnetism to Bree that we are. He swore off women years ago, anyway.
This is just a craving to be sated until rutting season is over. Then, Bree will be pregnant, and time will pass as she grows our fawn. Soon it will be in our arms, and we can leave this all behind us without Jack ever being the wiser.
Bree shows us to her recording room, where she sits at the desk in front of her computer to post her announcement. Arthur is simply vibrating with excitement as he sits down on the bed, then starts unbuttoning his pants.
“What are we telling Jack?” he asks me as he slips them off.
“I said we’re going to see a movie. I looked up the synopsis.” Lying to our husband feels unnatural, but this is how we protect him. He would assume the worst if he knew.
Arthur sighs. “Alright. Read it to me.”
I explain the plot while Bree finishes her work. Then she flips on all the lights and dresses in an outfit I recognize. I probably know her entire wardrobe by now.
“You guys ready?” she asks, crawling onto the bed in front of the camera. “I have some ideas.”
“Ideas?” Arthur asks eagerly, his cock already standing at attention.
“One of you goes first,” she says, rubbing her chin. “Then the other one. And then, if you’re amenable to it, both of you at the same time.”
Even I am surprised by this suggestion.
“Same time?” My whole body heats up ten degrees. “How?”
“How do you think?” She wiggles her butt.
Oh, I get it. She wants one of us in her ass. I can’t imagine how tight she is, and immediately I know I want to be the one who gets to fuck her there. She will be prepared for my size, as I’ve seen the toys she uses on herself already.
My hunger must show on my face, because Bree flashes me a bright smile. She gets up off the bed and saunters toward me, stopping a mere six inches away. Her fingers find their way to my belly.
“We should take this off,” she murmurs, hooking her fingers under the hem of my shirt. I raise my arms as she lifts it off me and tosses it aside. I’m already rock-solid hard as she tangles her fingers in my chest fur, petting it in a way that’s supremely erotic and yet comforting.
Her hands travel down to my hips, where she unbuttons my pants and lowers the zipper. I push them off eagerly, then my briefs so I can relieve the pressure on my dick. Her smile grows as it’s revealed.
“That will feel good,” she says thoughtfully, palming me in her small human hand. “I can’t wait.”
Neither can I.