Sold at the Games

by Sierra Sparks

  Abandoning the bathroom half way through cleaning, I searched the house for a bottle of wine. All I could find was some cooking sherry, which I didn’t really like. I poured a small glass and sat on the couch. I had earned a break after scrubbing down my bathroom.

  I thought back on some of my past relationships. Most of them were with boys, not men. Those men, well, they were great but there was always something missing. If only I could pick the best elements of the men I dated and had them when I wanted. There was Todd, who was hunky, but kind of a bore to talk to. There was Richard, who had a kind of animal attraction, but couldn’t keep a job. Then there was Gregor, who was hunky and stable, but just so boring in the bedroom.

  But all the best elements of three guys, that’s kind of like what Christmas was like that night. Theo, the suave and debonair type, Miles, the funny and silly type and Franklin, the manly boss of it all. If Mandy could have Carl and Clayton, why couldn’t I have Franklin, Miles and Theo. The three of them combined made the perfect man. Was it so wrong to want it all?

  No. That was crazy talk. It would be totally unfair to them. Right? But the sex...the sex was amazing though.

  I set my drink down and laid back on the couch. I remember lying naked on Franklin’s bed. It turned me on just thinking about it! Leaving on my shoes as I got fucked. No wonder they called them “Fuck Me Pumps”!

  Touching my nipples, I remembered the boys playing with them, holding them, squeezing them and sucking them. My nipples got hard instantly just thinking about it. I rubbed my own breasts and loosened my clothes a bit. I was wearing a loose fitting bra and a collared shirt I had just tied at the bottom. Since I was just cleaning around the house, all I was wearing was a thong.

  I touched myself on the outside of the thong thinking of Franklin and the boys. Their cocks were so good. So perfect. Their own special styles of fucking were so awesome. Theo’s enthusiasm as he just plowed right in, no waiting, just bang. His speed really loosened me up and made me wet. I was getting wet just reliving it.

  Then there was Miles. He knew what he was doing. Miles teased, changed his rate of thrust. It made him totally unpredictable and exciting. Plus he came like a man who just got out of prison.

  Then finally, Franklin, what could I say? That massive member stretched me. I couldn’t walk for a week. I had to over extend my jaw just to suck it. Damn! What a cock! Just thinking about it made me wet.

  I could feel the wetness through my thong and stuck my fingers inside. So moist, so hot. I put my fingers in and tried to reenact the Christmas sex. I inserted one finger, then two and then three. Yes, three was good!

  I pulled off my shirt and with my other hand, pulled my breasts out of my bra. My nipples were standing tall. I tweaked them and rubbed them, while playing with my pussy. I imagined the boys kissing and licking down there. Their rough, masculine faces between my legs made me tingle.

  As I plunged my hand in and out of my pussy, I imagined the strong arms of the boys lifting me up. They lifted up my legs and I did so on the couch. Yes! That was better. I went deeper inside myself just like they did!

  I imagined their cocks deep within me. One in my pussy and one in my mouth. What if, I also had one in my ass? Oh, God, that would be hot. Stuffed beyond belief with Franklin, that’s for sure! I put my fingers in my mouth to taste my own juices. God, I wish I had the boys to taste. The taste of their cocks and balls on my lips. The smell of their manhood was intoxicating.

  As I rubbed my clit, I felt my orgasm begin to build. It was harder by myself, but easier when I thought about all the sex. Franklin filling me up and stretching me out was so unbelievable. I came hard, uncontrollably. I trembled on the couch, my juices squirting from such an intense orgasm. It left me sated, but not as satisfied as that night.

  I thought to myself, “Did I throw away a perfectly good thing that night?” They look so disappointed when I said it was only for one night. I thought it was the alcohol talking, but they seemed into it. I just ended it. What a fool I was. Maybe I could call them and get them back together. I could stage some kind of party here and lure them here? No, that wouldn’t work. Ugh! You’re so stupid sometimes, Belinda!

  Then the doorbell rang. I scrambled to grab a bathrobe and double checked to make sure my curtains were already closed. When I got to the door, behind it was a delivery man.

  “Roses for Belinda,” he announced. “Just sign here, ma’am.”

  “Who are these from?” I asked.

  “I believe there is a note,” he explained.

  “Thank you.”

  I took the flowers and opened the envelope with the note.

  “Dear Belinda, It’s been weeks, but I cannot forget that magical Christmas night. I miss you and want to see you again. Please say yes? Love, Theo.”

  Wow, this was big. Could I see Theo on my own? Would that be fair to the other guys? He did make the first move. Seems like the other guys were free to do so, too. I sent them mixed signals though. Why is it so hard to choose what I want?

  I ran myself a bath and got into the tub. Relaxing helped me think. Unfortunately, all I could think about was fucking Theo. My hand went down into my nether regions again. I imagined his lanky body above mine, thrusting into me like a jackrabbit. Again and again, I orgasmed in my fantasy and in the water. He knew how to eat pussy, too, that Theo. His warm tongue had swirled around my insides in a glorious way. How could I say no to that?

  About an hour later, just as I got dressed, the doorbell rang again. I hadn’t made up my mind, but I assumed it was Theo. When I opened the door, it was another delivery guy. This time, he held an edible arrangement.

  “Package for Belinda,” said the delivery man.

  “Who is this one from?” I asked.

  “Gotta read the card,” he explained.

  I signed for the package and took the arrangement inside. How in the hell was I supposed to eat all this fruit?! There’s enough here for like six people! I picked up the envelope and read the note.

  “Hey, Belinda! Miles here! I have sweet memories of you, so I sent you something sweet. I know you watch your figure, so I wanted it to be healthy. Now that I look at it, oh dear, seems a bit much. Perhaps we could eat it together?”

  This was a disaster. Now Miles too. At the same time? Oh, no! Which one do I choose? With Theo, it would’ve been easy, but I can’t cut out Miles. He made a move on the same day. Plus, it was me who drove them all away. This is a disaster.

  Maybe I could date Miles and Theo? No, that would be terribly unfair to Franklin. I can’t date either of them. That’s the only fair thing.

  I poured myself another glass of sherry. Only alcohol could figure this out. In my kitchen, I thought of Miles. He was fun and he definitely knew how to fuck. He really knew how to tease and get me all warmed up. I got wet just thinking about him. Then I touched myself again. I slipped a finger inside myself again, I couldn’t help it.

  Within minutes, I found myself on the floor masturbating to that night again and Miles penetrating me.

  “Fuck me, Miles! Fuck me!” I muttered under my breath.

  Once again, I came. My sex drive was just unhinged. I had to see Miles again too. I changed again, cleaned up the kitchen and prepared to leave. To do--- I don’t know what. Before I got out the door, the doorbell rang again.

  Now I was beginning to suspect something was up. Behind the door was a limo driver.

  “Good evening, ma’am,” he said courteously. “I’ve been told to deliver this to you.”

  It was a note from Franklin. What a relief. It was obvious by now that they were all in on it.

  “Belinda,” said the note. “I don’t want to mince words. I want you back and so does Miles and Theo. We don’t care what the world thinks, we only want a chance to make you happy. Get into the limo and it will bring you to the hotel for a weekend with us. There are no strings attached, but we’d like the opportunity to show you a good time. If you walk away on Valentine’s Day Sunday, that’s still fi
ne. You don’t have to bring anything, we’ll make sure you have everything at the hotel.”

  “Is this for real?” I said, mildly in awe to the limo driver.

  “Yes, ma’am. Whenever you’re ready,” said the driver.

  “I’ll grab my purse,” I replied.

  I went back into the house thinking to myself. Could this work? How could three guys and me all work in a relationship? I wasn’t sure, but I was sure that Christmas was the best time I ever had. What did I have to lose? Worst case scenario, I’d have one more earth shattering, sexual experience to remember.

  I grabbed my makeup bag, purse and the edible arrangement. No sense letting that go bad in the fridge.

  “C’mon, driver,” I said exiting my front door and locking it. “Let’s go to the hotel. Which one is it?”

  “Oh, that’s a surprise,” smiled the driver.

  These guys know me too well already. I love surprises. This was going to be fun.

  Chapter 5 – Theo

  I was at lunch with Miles and Franklin and when I say lunch, we were about three martinis deep. The whole set-up was kind of my idea; the flowers, the arrangement, the limo--- If this blew up in our face, I would get the blame.

  “Relax, bro,” said Miles. “It’s all gonna work out. And if not, I’m sure we can find some other amazing woman that can satisfy three men.”

  “Not funny, Miles,” I said a little anxious.

  “We’re good,” assured Franklin. “I’ve known Belinda a while. At the very least, we’ll get an answer, and I’m pretty sure the answer will be positive.”

  Almost on cue, Franklin’s phone rang. It was the driver.

  “Yeah, okay,” he said into the phone. “Thanks.”

  “Well?” I asked.

  “We’re good. She’s on her way to the spa,” assured Franklin. “We’ll meet her after she gets out.”

  We toasted to our success in this endeavor, but anxiety suddenly gripped me. This part of the relationship was usually easy for me. It was the rest I had trouble with. Organizing the money, listening to them talk, pillow talk—I don’t know, intimacy was a problem for me. Miles immediately saw my distress.

  “Damn, bro,” he said. “What’s wrong now?”

  “Honesty time,” I confessed. “This romance stuff is easy for me, right? Big gestures, romantic dinners—This stuff I know. It’s the rest of the stuff—I just…”

  “Franklin and I got money, Theo,” said Miles. “We got you covered.”

  “Yeah, and the sex is fantastic. What more do we need?” asked Franklin.

  “I-I-I just would feel better if we were a little more organized,” I admitted. “I have a plan.”

  “Okay,” agreed Miles.

  “Tell us what to do, boss,” smiled Franklin.

  “Okay,” I began, more relieved. “Miles, I think we need to arrange a romantic dinner in the room. Champagne, oysters, caviar—All top notch food. Franklin, I know a personal shopper. You call her and get Belinda some outfits for the weekend. I’ll take care of everything else.”

  “I’m on it,” agreed Miles.

  “Sounds like a plan,” agreed Franklin. “Better get started now.”

  Franklin got on his phone with the shopper and walked away. Miles slugged down the rest of his drink and headed for the front desk to make arrangements for dinner. I was left with everything else.

  “Oh, man, what have I done?!” I said, panicking in my head. “Everything else is too much. I need help. I have to call Arianna.”

  I walked outside the hotel. I didn’t want Miles or Franklin seeing me call for help. Arianna answered on the third ring. My sister has never been one for punctuality.

  “Theo, what’s wrong?” she greeted.

  “Nothing,” I lied. “Why would you ask that without even saying hello?”

  “I can tell. It’s the way you call. Middle of the day, probably pacing outside in a panic.”

  I stopped in the middle of the parking lot. I had been pacing in a panic.

  “Well, it just so happens, I do need your help,” I admitted. “But I’m not in a panic.”

  “Oh, okay, well I’ve got stuff to do, so…”

  “No-no-no-no! Wait!” I said, giving the game away. “I need your help! I’m in a panic!”

  “Ah, there it is.”

  “Okay, honestly, I need your help. There’s this woman that I’m very fond of.”

  “Very fond of? Who are you? Hugh Grant? How long have you been dating?”

  “Well, we haven’t exactly dated much,” I confessed. “We had this fling back at Christmas at this office party.”

  “Wait a minute. You told me that was a work thing. You missed the family hot cocoa night!”

  Since we were kids, my family would stage a hot cocoa night leading up to Christmas. I had missed it to go to the office party.

  “It was for work, sort of,” I stammered. “My work friends were with me.”

  “Uh-huh,” said Arianna skeptically.

  “Anyway, we ended up with this woman and it was the most amazing night.”

  “Wait, back up. Did you say “we” ended up with this woman?” she asked.

  “Well, it’s complicated,” I said.

  “Oh, Theo,” said Arianna. “She’s not separated or something is she? If she’s still married, she can always go back to her husband and probably will.”

  “It’s nothing like that, I assure you,” I said. “Just listen. I need your help.”

  “Okay, fine,” she said. “You want to do flowers and candies?”

  “Well, I actually did the flowers and an edible arrangement,” I said. “That’s why I need your help impressing her.”

  “Theo, you always go overboard with women. Take it easy. No one likes those stupid edible arrangements.”

  “She seemed to like it plenty.”

  “Really? Weird.”

  “Arianna, I need every advantage I can get,” I insisted. “Please, you have to help me make this night perfect. It’s really important to me. I’m really into this woman.”

  “Are you playing a joke on me?” asked Arianna. “Or is this another Peggy situation?”

  “It is absolutely not a Peggy situation. No one is claiming to be pregnant with my child,” I insisted. “Belinda could be the one for me.”

  “All right, all right, I was just kidding,” she laughed. “Of course I’ll help. I’m actually kind of impressed. This seems like a step up for you.”

  “Thanks, sis,” I said relieved. “This is too important to screw up.”

  “Okay, tell me about this dream girl of yours,” said Arianna. “Don’t leave out any details.”

  Chapter 6 – Miles

  The penthouse room at the top of the hotel had an amazing view of the city. The hotel’s chef made a selection of seafood that was to die for: lobster, shrimp and a raw bar for appetizers. I arranged the room as Theo instructed and told the guys to dress nice. Women like the sort of thing.

  When Belinda arrived, fresh from the spa in her new outfit, she was impressed. White linen tablecloths, fine china, silverware and waiters to serve us all. We had spared no expense for her.

  “Welcome Belinda,” I greeted. “Caviar? Or did you want to eat that arrangement I sent first?”

  “Oh, Miles, this is nice!” said Belinda, impressed. “All for me?”

  “For all of us,” I said. “They have quite a nice raw bar here.”

  Theo and Franklin entered and I noticed that Belinda got more reserved and quiet.

  “Is everything alright?” I asked.

  “It’s fine, but it’s just…”

  “You can talk to us, Belinda,” I assured her.

  “It’s just the waiters,” she whispered. “I feel weird being on a date with three guys in front of them.”

  “Belinda,” I assured her. “These men are professionals. And with the money we paid them, believe me, they understand discretion. Besides, they could care less what we do. It’s none of their business. They�
��re just doing their jobs.”

  Belinda looked around. The waiters were serving drinks to the other guys and preparing the food. They didn’t seem the least concerned with who they were serving it to. This seem to relax Belinda and put her at ease.

  “I guess I’m just being paranoid,” she said exhaling. “Let’s have a toast then.”

  The waiters poured the four of us champagne. Theo started the toast.

  “To friends and perhaps more,” he said gallantly.

  “I think we’re already a little more than friends,” I teased.

  “To Belinda, the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever laid eyes on,” said Franklin simply.

  “Aw, you guys,” said Belinda. “You make me feel so welcomed.”

  We sat down and ate a bunch of the raw bar. The oysters were really spectacular. Then there was a lobster bisque and this homemade cheesy bread. The entrée was lobster tail with a side of scallops and rosemary potatoes. There was a seafood salad with lettuce and shrimp in this ginger dressing that was amazing and refreshing at the same time. Caviar, of course, toast points and other little goodies. The entire meal was topped off with a lava chocolate cake with strawberry topping.

  You can always tell when a real chef cooks something. The food is so good, it’s just effortless to eat. We were full, but not too full. During after dinner drinks, I prodded Belinda a little bit, hoping to hear a decision one way or another.

  “So, Belinda,” I smiled. “What’s it like to have three men wrapped around your finger, huh?”

  “Oh, I don’t think I have you wrapped around my finger…yet,” she teased.

  “I’m just amazed that you were able to make love to all three of us and wear us out. You’re quite a sexual athlete.”

  Belinda blushed. I think this was her weak spot. Her sexual desires.

  “C’mon, Miles,” said Franklin. “Back off the girl, she’s having a good time.”

  “No, it’s fine, Franklin,” said Belinda. “We should all be open and honest if we’re going to have a relationship. I have to confess, in the past, I’ve been sexually needy. I just wanted sex all the time. It never seemed to be enough for me.”