The barter system, p.38
The Barter System, page 38
“Oh hell no, I’m not going there. I like all of them. Both sets are good choices. Respectful, good-looking, good dancers, and I know you’ve found out if they have any of your crazy flags.”
“What kind of flags?” Everyone wanted to know.
“Well, Riya and I haven’t had very good luck with men. The only way I slept some nights was knowing hers was so much worse than mine,” she blew Riya a kiss, “but obviously her luck has changed.”
The friends laughed together. “I don’t give a crap who makes the most money, I have my own. I’m not hideous, so I need men with confidence, that’s all four of you. You’re all taller than me. I wear very high heels. I like sex and don’t apologize for it; football is not more important than me getting off. I’m very outgoing and I’ll continue to be so. Having one possessive male is hard enough, two could prove too much. I like being outside, moving.”
She sighed and they watched her, fascinated. There was a male lightly caressing each arm, each leg. “I have one more flag.”
“Oh shit. Ohshitohshitohshit.” Riya whispered, giving Tawny the sign for no fucking way. “Tawny, there are other ways. Not that. Remember what happened the one time you used that test. Girl, no.”
“What is the test?” One of the four asked, very curious. Riya met Tawny’s eye.
Rolling her eyes she said, “Blow jobs.” Every male jumped, including her own. “The thing is, there were two guys. Both seemed nice and they demanded she choose. So she dated one on a Wednesday, the other on a Friday. And, well, blew their minds so to speak. One was alright but not, um, what she’d been expecting. Yeah, like that. The other was major controlling and I had to pick her up after the guy wouldn’t let her out of his car and she pulled a Face Off.” Blank faces. “You know, when John Travolta teaches his daughter what to do in that situation? Bury a switchblade in the guys’ leg and twist.”
At the confused expressions around her, she smiled, “Tawny, baby, lift your skirt.” Tawny stood and put one heeled foot on the low table, raising the hem of her dress. Strapped to her upper thigh was a switchblade. She removed it and toyed with it a moment before putting it back. “I do not like that game, Tee.”
Each of the men looked even hungrier watching her playing with her knife. Micah and Max touched her shoulders, “Darling, perhaps we can be of assistance?” At Riya’s nod, Max continued, “Gentlemen, conference room please.”
Tawny came over to crash by Riya, laying her head in her lap and stretching her long legs the length of the couch. Turning their heads, they watched the other half of their group with interest.
“God, I so love it here. So open and honest.” Blythe had pulled her men into a shadowed corner. She was currently sucking David’s cock while Galen fucked her from behind. All of them were standing. “The heels totally give her the height she needed for him to fuck her smoothly.”
“I need to try that. Blythe looks so hot in electric blue.”
Melody was riding Robert’s cock, facing away from him so she could suck Daniel off. Her skirt and the angle made it impossible to see anything but it was hot anyway. “She’s so flexible, I bet we could easily ride backwards on a chair like that.” Glancing up at Riya’s face, she said, “You still love to watch. You’re totally getting off on this. Your thighs are trembling you nasty girl.”
Swallowing, Riya whispered, “I know. I really am. I want to try riding Max like that while I suck Micah…and I want people to watch, to see me do it and see them enjoy it. They’re fucking delicious.” Taking a deep breath, she said, “If they don’t get back soon I’m going to have to run to the restroom. So not kidding.”
Laughing, Tawny asked, “Are you happy, Riya? You seem happy. I miss you so much.”
There was no hesitation in Riya’s answer because she needed no time to think about how blissfully happy her men made her.
“I’m so happy I can’t believe it’s real some days. They love me, I think maybe as much as I love them, which is hard to comprehend since I adore them. I miss you too; you work from home…come to Manhattan, Tee.”
“Riya, you’ve become the poster child and pin-up girl for ménage relationships. Now, I can see why since you landed some seriously hot man-candy who treats you right.”
She sighed, “I want that, I’m not going to lie. I’m tired of men more focused on the latest sports jersey than me. I don’t get it, I always thought we’d be fighting them off with sticks. We’re working twenty-six and you’re just now coming into your own. Two separate paths and landed in the same spot.”
“Tee, you’re wonderful and you’re going to find the right place for you. Just wait and see what Micah and Max have to say.” She was playing with Tawny’s hair.
“What’s it like, Riya? Being with two men at the same time. Am I going to freak out or something?” Riya was shocked to hear the insecurity in her friend, “Am I even woman enough for two men?”
Riya laughed, “If the men were willing, you’d be woman enough for all four of them. No worries there.” She gave a small, happy sigh. “They can’t enjoy their pleasure without giving pleasure. There is an intrinsic trust necessary between the males. I wonder why more women aren’t lined up outside for these beautiful men. They need to share, it completes them in a way I don’t completely understand, but I reap all the benefits.” She looked away for a moment, considering.
“And I’ve learned I need to be shared. I need to give my love to two men, to please them both, to have them both please me, to watch them get dressed in the morning, shave for work, hell…put their watches on.” She nibbled on her bottom lip, remembering.
“The beautiful little things you’d maybe miss with one man are duplicated by two and somehow more powerful. I love them individually and as a pair. I don’t think I can explain it exactly the way I feel it…it’s very powerful. Being with two men is like having a cup that used to be empty all the time, and you were so thirsty, but now you have more than you can ever possibly drink and there will always be more.” Grinning down at Tawny, she added, “And it’s rather delicious.”
Max bent to kiss her cheek then Micah touched his lips to the side of her neck. “Hello, love. I don’t think I’ve ever heard our lifestyle described more eloquently. Thank you, Riya.”
Tawny was still stretched out, her head in Riya’s lap. When she saw Zach and Quinn smiling down at her, she returned their smile. “I knew they’d pick you. Did they let Jake and Will down easy?”
At their nod, she crinkled her brow, “I didn’t think they were at the level I’m looking for. Very young actually, not fully ready for the lifestyle Riya and Eminem share.”
“Eminem? I think I like that, Tawny. Actually, that was exactly our thoughts and how we explained it to them. If you felt that way, why didn’t you just tell them?” Micah asked with a big smile.
Tawny shrugged, “Because this is a very alpha male group. I knew you’d step in to assist and based on what I’ve seen of you two with Riya, I knew you’d pick men with similar outlooks.” She gave an evil laugh, “And you had to be the bad guy. They were so eager. I didn’t want to hurt them too bad.”
She stretched up and hugged Riya, then gave her a quick smack on her mouth. “With that, I’ll see you tomorrow…maybe.” Zach and Quinn helped her gracefully to her feet and kept her between them as they left the club.
She held her hands out to her men. “Take me home and lavish me with orgasms until I’m screaming your names.” She was lifted to her feet and pressed between them. “Mmm, you guys give the best pressing-me-tight hugs.” After a moment, she wiggled her lower body and added in a sing-song voice, “I feel that, darlings.”
“Not as much as you’re going to, Riya. Let’s get you home.” They said goodbye to the others and she left the club between her men, knowing that by morning her body would be exhausted and pliant from their loving. She couldn’t wait.
In the limo, she hugged them both to her and told them how much she loved them, how grateful she was to have found them, and that she would never take them for granted.
Micah held her against his chest as Max slid her silver dress up to her waist and loved her pussy all the way home.
Chapter Twenty-Six
Two weeks later…
Their six month anniversary weekend was supposed to have beautiful weather. Riya was planning a beautiful romantic dinner for the two men who’d loved on her day and night as if she’d never been hurt. Just as she wanted.
Their lunches were much more fun these days. She had to keep coming up with unique ideas to surprise them with. Fortunately, she’d found a boutique that specialized in her type of fun.
The gay proprietor was totally her BFF and often made Riya model the stuff she bought to wear for her men, assessing and adding items if he thought Riya could kick it up a notch.
Fridays now meant they had to come home for lunch so they could all be together. She’d laid her lunch out on her naked body Monday for Micah until he took her hard. She’d read poetry to Max on Wednesday while he made slow passionate love to her.
They weren’t allowed to tell each other about the days she had them alone. Those were special for each of them from her. Things she knew went to the heart of each man.
Today, she was a French Maid and her outfit was totally hot, if she did say so herself. The bust of the black velvet dress was corset style pushing her tits together and up, her nipples just barely concealed in the cups. The skirt flared out, with crisp little petticoats underneath, falling right below the crack of her ass.
A black choker, tiny headband hat with her hair all piled in crazy curls on top of her head, fishnet stockings, and impossibly high black pumps completed the look.
Riya laid out platters of appetizers and drinks, making sure she was in the kitchen when the elevator doors opened. As they called out her name, Riya walked around the corner with a platter of drinks, one hand on her hip.
Both men pulled their phones from their suit jackets and cancelled the rest of their day. Her smile was victorious.
They circled her, each taking a drink from the tray, then taking the tray itself. They went to sit in the living room and made her clean the already clean space. Reaching for items on higher shelves, picking things up off the floor. Requesting one appetizer at a time so she had to bend over to show the selection.
Max and Micah ended up fucking her together without letting her remove the outfit. She insisted they keep their clothes on at first, like the manor house gentlemen taking a quickie with the poor little servant girl.
When Riya came at least twice, and they were still trying not to come, she used her flawless Irish accent and referred to them as Master Scottsdale and Master Chadwick and told them “Please sirs, will ye come? I’d like ever so much to please ye.”
That did the trick and Riya held on to them with a smug smile while they came with a roar.
“Sweet Riya,” Max moaned into her neck, waiting for his heart rate to slow, “You’ll kill us with pleasure one day for sure.” He was behind her, still sheathed in her ass, all of them on their knees in the living room. “It is precisely the way I’d choose to go.”
Micah laughed, “I’d rather go after, avoid traumatizing our beautiful Riya. Love, with all the work you’re doing on your dissertation, your writing, and how well you take care of our home and our stomachs, where the hell do you find the time to stage one sexual ambush after another?” He was in front of her, his cock still throbbing slightly in her pussy, kissing and stroking her breasts. The corset cups were pulled down, exposing her nipples.
Riya kissed Micah then turned her head to kiss Max, her arms around both their necks. “My beautiful darlings, you forget I can multi-task.” She ran her fingers through their thick hair, luxuriating in the silken texture and getting lost for a moment in touching them. “We need to get cleaned up. I have something for you.”
“More? What more could you possibly give us?” Max was amazed.
“You’ll have to see.” She said quietly. Max and Micah carefully pulled from her body, leaving her feeling slightly empty, as it always did when she had to let them go.
Their hands out, they helped Riya to her feet. Kissing her one at a time, taking turns pulling her to their chests, she felt the unmistakable desire building from her womb.
“Micah…Max, you simply must stop kissing me…that feels so good…I have a standing rib roast in the oven. Oh, god, Max, stop that. Micah, I’m trying to…” She was kissed senseless and they carried her upstairs to shower and change. She insisted on going first and not allowing them to join her.
“I have plans for you both. Try to behave for one hour and then you can have your wicked way with me as long as you like.” Giving her predatory smiles at the promise, they went to their own rooms to shower and change.
She showered quickly, pulling on an ivory empire-waist sundress that came to her mid-thigh. Deciding shoes were unnecessary, she brushed out her hair and braided it down her back before heading downstairs.
They were in the kitchen, Micah pouring wine while Max put Tori Amos on the stereo. She’d expanded the dining table to double its’ normal size, placing their chairs side by side.
Insisting they have a seat, she brought their glasses of wine to them and gave them each a kiss. “Don’t move. Stay right here.” In her office, she picked up the two beautiful boxes, each with one of their names on the top. When they saw she had wrapped presents for them, their eyes widened in surprise.
She reassured them quickly, “You haven’t forgotten anything, no worries. It isn’t anything official. We’ve been together for six months and you’ve changed my life so much, in so many beautiful ways. I wanted to do something for you. I’m nervous because I’m not sure if you’re going to be happy or sad. I hope happy, I pray happy. But I will understand if you’re not.” She placed a box in front of each and added, “I love you both very much.”
Opening the boxes revealed heavy leather books, Micah’s in brown, Max’s in black. About sixteen inches square and several inches thick, the binding was magnificent and the pages were edged in gold leaf. On the cover, their name was printed in stamped calligraphy. Glancing up at her in amazement, they opened them.
On the first thick page of each, she’d placed a picture of the three of them, taken at one of the countless functions they’d attended together in the tiny corner holders. All in formal wear, the picture showed them at their most stunning, Riya’s arms around both men and all of them laughing.
On the second page, she’d placed their birth record and the youngest picture of each as well as a caption of the date and place it had been taken. There were pictures of them as very small children, positively angelic. She’d found writing awards and academic awards throughout their school days. Some pictures had been damaged but she’d had them professionally restored.
There were articles on them, about how their beauty and charm was earning the orphanage where they lived so much publicity they’d become the pets of the local government.
As they got older, there were pictures of them rowing or playing rugby, soccer, and cricket. The article on their scholarships to Oxford granted for outstanding academic achievement.
Pictures of them from college, as young businessmen, and every picture she and her private investigator had been able to find that documented their incredible lives. So many photos were of the two of them, and she’d included them in both albums. She had copies of all of them, many in frames waiting to go up throughout the house.
When they came to the last page, they found copies of their application and the essays they’d submitted to Riya when they applied to be part of her research. On it were Riya’s hand-written notes:
“Simply gorgeous…look at those smiles! Like they can’t wait to devour life. I want them to smile for me.”
“Oxford graduates…they were already the best looking…intelligent, too? I couldn’t be so lucky.”
“The essays have sealed it. Must meet these stunningly beautiful, intelligent, and captivating men…even if I stupidly fall in love with them.”
“To include them, I’ll have to expand the total number of subjects. Kind of scary…six was nerve-wracking, can I honestly handle EIGHT men? I’d want them to be last…I’ll need a long time to recover, I think. A long time to get over them. I’m an idiot, half in love with them already.”
“Accepted…accepted…accepted. Can they possibly be better in person??? Be still my heart.”
They were still and quiet for so long, Riya started wringing her hands. “Do you like it? Is it okay?” They were around the table, Micah carrying her toward the stairs as Max shut off the oven.
Putting her down in the bedroom, pulling off all their clothes before removing her sundress and panties. Laying her between them on the bed, they simply stared at her for a long time. Fingers slipped back and forth over her skin, delicately tracing the lines of her body.
