Morris glanced up at Adam, and then back to Taletha. “Oh, why the hell not?” He grabbed her and kissed her again, letting his hands grip and tug at her hair, before releasing her into Adam’s arms. Her pussy was screaming for attention, but she was too wrapped up in the kisses to think of a way for the three of them to leave discreetly, especially after Adam kissed her and his hands began to snake around her thighs, brushing against the seam of her jeans, making her cunt twitch with desire. As she moaned, he increased the pace and the friction, sending her close to the edge, but not letting her fall off completely. Then she was back with Morris, and his hands caressed her breasts, teased at her nipples, as his tongue slid in and out of her mouth and his lips toyed with hers. She ground her aching pussy against his leg, trying to find some semblance of relief, but only getting hotter and hotter with each thrust.
Taletha had just allowed herself to experience Adam’s next kiss when they were interrupted yet again.
“What the fuck are you doing?”
They all stopped and turned toward the voice. Emily was standing in front of them, hands on her hips, a glare set on her face.
“Emily, I can explain,” Taletha said as she adjusted her shirt.
“No. There’s nothing to explain. I can see exactly what’s going on. You’re a selfish bitch.”
“That’s not really necessary,” Adam said.
“Yes, it is, because she’s a selfish bitch. She gives all this talk about professionalism, and then the next thing you know, she’s making out with two men at once.”
“Emily, I told you to be professional in the studio. I said that anything that happens outside of work is fair game, and that I didn’t care what you did when you weren’t at work.”
“You’re still a selfish bitch. What, one man isn’t enough for you? You can’t be content with just one? You have to take all of the good ones out of the dating pool? You had to steal my man right out from under my nose?”
“Emily, I am not your man,” Adam snapped. “You’re very nice, and you’re a great dancer, but you’re not my type. I’m sorry. I tried being subtle, but I guess you didn’t take the hint. I should have been clearer with you. I didn’t mean to lead you on. I apologize.”
“It’s not your fault, sweetie.” Emily’s voice turned sickeningly sweet. “I realize how you might fall under the charms of another woman. She’s the one who should have backed off. She should have known you were mine.”
“I don’t belong to anybody. I’m not Taletha’s, and I’m definitely not yours. And any chance you ever had with me has officially been shot by your jealous attitude.”
Emily’s face formed a pout. “I saw you first.”
“Technically, Lynne saw me first. But that doesn’t mean she has any more claim on me than you do.”
“This is bullshit,” Emily snapped. “I quit. I’m not going to work for a bitch like you.” She threw her drink in Taletha’s face. Taletha gasped as vodka left streaks in her makeup and pooled in the cups of her bra. Emily turned on her heel and stormed out of the club.
“Fuck,” Taletha gasped, trying not to cry.
“Are you referring to the booze bath, or that you seem to have just lost another employee?”
“Both.”
To her surprise, both men hurried to embrace her.
“It will be okay,” Adam murmured.
“She was a pain in the ass, anyway,” Morris whispered. “You can always hire another teacher.”
They immediately started stroking her again, placing kisses up and down her arms, around her shoulders, along her neck. Taletha rolled her head back and closed her eyes, allowing herself the comfort of their touch, the warmth of their kisses. But after a few minutes, the professional side of her brain kicked in, and she struggled to be free of their touch.
“What’s wrong, baby?” Adam asked.
“This isn’t right.”
“But it feels so good. I know you’re concerned about dating your employees, but we can make it work.”
“I can make it work, too,” Morris said. “I won’t let sex come between our partnership, I promise.”
“It’s not about making it work. Emily’s right, I am a hypocrite. And as annoying as she is, she’s a great dance teacher. I can’t just let her get away. I will not let my indiscretions ruin my studio.”
“Baby, what are you saying?” Morris’s voice trembled.
“I’m saying that this was a mistake, and that I need to leave and find Emily so I can smooth things over and make sure she comes in to work tomorrow. I am not in any position to conduct a second job search right now.”
“But—”
“No buts. The studio comes first. I’m sorry. Actually, I’m not sorry. I’ll never apologize for putting work first.”
“Don’t go,” Adam pleaded.
“We’ve been having such a great time here,” Morris said. “I want to see where this goes. Even if it doesn’t work out the way I want, I can’t just shy away in fear. I need to pursue this, no matter what the outcome.”
“That’s not an option, for a number of reasons, all of which you should already know.”
“Please,” Morris said.
“Please,” Adam repeated.
Taletha shook her head. “I’ve already given my answer. Morris, please sign the credit card receipt for me at the end of the night and bring it with you to the studio tomorrow. This was a mistake, and it will not be happening again. Is that clear?” She pulled away from their pleading hands and headed for the exit, searching for Emily. She thought she heard them calling her name as she hurried out into the night, but she wasn’t sure if it was really them or if it was just some echo in the music that followed her out of the club.
Chapter Four
Taletha hurried through the crowded downtown streets, hoping to find Emily in the drunken throng that spilled off the sidewalk. When she realized the crowd was too thick to identify an individual, she headed for the nearest bus stop, hoping that Emily would be waiting there. Taletha’s panic grew with each empty stop that she passed, but once she hit the fifth bench, she found her employee, sitting there looking pathetic, not even bothering to hide the histrionic tears sliding down her face.
For a moment, Taletha felt annoyed enough to consider turning back around. She wasn’t sure if she wanted such an immature and volatile person working at her studio. But I can’t lose another teacher right now, she thought. Especially not one as popular as Emily. That would mean the loss of two high-profile instructors in less than a month, and I’m not sure we could survive the enrollment hit. She swallowed her pride and sat down next to Emily.
“Go away.”
“Can I at least call you a cab? I’d feel much better if you had someone drive you directly to your door, rather than you having to walk from a bus stop at night. I know lots of people do it all the time, but I’d rather ensure that you’re safe.”
“No thank you. Now go away.”
“Look, I’m sorry we shocked you. Quite frankly, I’m a little shocked, too, and I’m not sure what it means that I kissed both Adam and Morris. But whatever is going on, I promise we won’t bring it into the studio. There won’t be any flirting, kissing, or drama at work. Is that fair?”
“No, it’s not fair, because I want Adam!”
“Then that’s something you’re going to have to work out with him, okay?”
“You still shouldn’t swoop in and steal a man you know someone else wants.”
“I didn’t steal him. Adam isn’t property that can be taken away. He made the choice to kiss me. He didn’t have to, but he wanted to. I didn’t manipulate him or cajole him. It just happened. So don’t treat me like I’m some sort of criminal, understand?”
Emily sighed and wiped some of the tears away from her face. “It just hurt me so much.”
“I am sorry you got hurt. But I promise that it won’t be paraded around at work. You know how I feel about that sort of thing. I’m not going to break my own rules.”
/> “So you’re not going to fire me?”
“Why would I fire you?”
“I kind of ruined the whole night.”
“You definitely didn’t. These things happen. I’m sure most people didn’t notice, and anyone who did has probably forgotten about it. They’re all too busy drinking and dancing to care.”
“So I can come in to work tomorrow?”
“If I didn’t care whether or not you came in tomorrow, I wouldn’t have chased after you. I went to find you and smooth things over because I want you to teach tomorrow.”
Finally, Emily smiled. “Okay.”
“Now, can I call you a cab?”
“Actually, I think I might want to go back to the club. Do you think that would be okay?”
“Of course! The night is still young! Let’s go live it up!”
Taletha didn’t expect for her legs to start trembling when they got back to the club, but to her shock, she was suddenly a nervous wreck. She didn’t know what the kisses had meant or what either man wanted. She didn’t even really know what she wanted.
Fortunately, Lynne pulled her away from the crowd the second she walked in the door.
“That was so hot! Holy cow! What was that?”
“So you saw?”
“Everyone saw. We might have been pretending not to notice, but when you started making out with them, nobody could look away.”
Taletha felt herself starting to turn red. “Everyone must think I’m such a slut.”
Lynne shrugged. “Emily is the only person who seems to have had a problem about it. Honestly, it’s cool to see you loosening up.”
“Well, I hope they got their fill of the show, because I don’t think it’s going to happen again.”
Lynne gasped. “Why not?”
“Because kissing them was a mistake. I wasn’t thinking.”
“Sometimes, not thinking is the best way to get what you want.”
Taletha shrugged. “I know what I want, but I’m conflicted about it. I can’t let romantic entanglements screw things up. What if throwing sex into the mix screws things up? What if it blows up, and one of them takes off?”
“I don’t think that will happen. He seems to really like you.”
“Yeah, but so do all the other guys I’ve been attracted to throughout the course of my life. And none of those have worked out.”
Lynne shrugged. “What about Morris? I know you’ve been into him for years. And I know he’s into you.”
“He’s not into me.”
“You’re going to say that after the way he kissed you?”
Taletha sighed. “Fine, you’re right. We’re into each other. But that doesn’t mean I should have let him kiss me.”
“Why not?”
“Do you know how many professional dance partners have gotten romantically involved and ended up nearly destroying their careers as a result?”
“It doesn’t happen to all of them, though.”
“But it happens to most of them. I don’t want to run the risk of ruining a fantastic dance partnership over my libido.”
“You know it’s not just about sex with Morris, though. You love him.”
“To have things fall apart over sex is one thing. To lose my partnership and get my heart broken at the same time would be even worse.”
“I think you and Morris could overcome the odds. I have complete faith in the two of you.”
“Thanks, but it’s just not a risk I’m willing to take”
“You’d better explain that to them, then,” Lynne said, nodding in their direction. Adam and Morris had finally noticed that Taletha was back and were making a beeline in her direction. “Good luck. I’ll see you in the morning.” Lynne gave Taletha a quick hug and then disappeared into the crowd.
“Everything okay with Emily?” Morris asked.
“Yeah, I think so.”
“What’s wrong?” Adam asked. “You still look upset.”
“When one of your employees storms off, well—to say it’s distressing is an understatement.”
“Emily was being completely irrational,” Morris said.
“Irrational or not, she was feeling hurt, and I don’t want my employees getting hurt. That goes for the two of you as well.”
Adam looked confused. “How could we get hurt?”
“Sex sometimes makes things complicated,” Taletha said. “All of our hearts are on the line. I don’t even want to think about all the ways our working relationships could get screwed up if things go wrong.”
“I won’t let that happen,” Adam said. “You’re too important to me.”
“Me, too,” Morris insisted.
“Look, nobody intends for relationships to go bad. But I’d be willing to bet that at any given time, there are more broken hearts than happy couples.”
“But we could be different.”
Taletha sighed. “Let’s just—let’s just go home and think things over, okay?”
Morris nodded. “Okay. If that’s what you want.”
“I do. Thank you both for an”—she gave a shy smile—“for an exciting evening. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need some sleep.”
Taletha turned and slipped out the door. She hailed a cab and went back to her apartment, where she passed a restless night in confused solitude.
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“Did that just happen?” Morris asked as he watched the bar door swing shut behind Taletha’s deliciously round ass.
“Yeah, that just happened. I have to say, that didn’t exactly go as I expected.”
“Me neither. So, now what?”
Adam shrugged. “Only one thing left for us to do—drink. How about I buy us some tequila shots?”
Morris just shrugged. He was too hurt by Taletha’s sudden about-face that even the thought of drinking away his troubles didn’t cheer him up.
“Come on, man. A few drinks will lift our spirits, and it’s not like either of us needs to drive home.”
The more Adam talked and tried to cheer him up, the more depressed Morris felt. I waited for years to kiss her. I was so patient, never wanting to push her. And then, the second she let me in, she freaked out and pushed me away.
“I got exactly what I wanted—for fifteen minutes. I’m all the way back at square one.”
“Come on, it was just a few kisses.”
“Not to me, it wasn’t. It was the culmination of years of hope and unrequited love. Just when I thought it was safe to let my guard down, it turns out I was wrong. Now, I don’t know how I’ll even face Taletha when we have to practice tomorrow”
“You care too much about her, and about the studio, to let yourself bring drama into things. You’re going to have a drink with me, and tomorrow you’re going to go rehearse and teach lessons, and it will be like none of this ever happened.”
“It meant everything to me. This was a mistake. Now I understand why Taletha resisted for so long. If only tonight had gone differently.”
“Would you really have had the evening be different? Would you rather it been yet another night of the same unrequited love that you’d been dealing with for half a decade?”
Morris swallowed. “Yes, I would. Because Taletha not loving me was less painful than what I’m feeling right now. Now if you’ll excuse me, I don’t feel like trying to party away my misery.” He shoved away the hand that Adam had placed on his shoulder and pushed through the doors, looking around for a cab. He heard Adam shout after him, but didn’t care. He didn’t want a buddy right now, and even if he did, it wasn’t going to be Adam.
After several frustrating minutes pacing the crowded city streets, Morris quit seeking out an empty cab. Walking, pushing through the crowd in the brisk night air, felt good and helped his nerves settle down. However, the more he pondered the evening’s events, the more confused he became.
The longer Morris spent walking and thinking, the more he obsessed about those perfect moments when he and Taletha had kissed, when she had moaned as he’d passed her
back to Adam, and then a few minutes later kissed her again. His cock suddenly began demanding attention, began demanding relief from the tension that the kiss had created, a tension that had not completely gone away despite the unpleasant turn of events.
Desperate to get home, Morris finally did hail a cab. As the driver moved through the crowded streets, Morris couldn’t completely leave his body alone. Unwilling to be a total exhibitionist, he contented himself to stroking the hard line of his cock pressed against his fly, using just his fingertip. But rather than provide any semblance of relief, the teasing sensation spurred him on more. When the cab finally pulled up at his apartment complex, Morris overpaid the driver, too horny to worry about getting change back. He dashed into his apartment, slammed the door, and started pulling his clothes off.
Morris was too horny to move to the couch or the bed. Instead, he braced himself against the door and started pounding his aching, needy cock. Memories of Taletha’s lips on his filled his mind. Then he turned his thoughts to the sounds she made as his hands had caressed her while she was in Adam’s embrace. As the arousal raced through his body, he began to realize that he’d enjoyed sharing Taletha because it had allowed them to give her more pleasure than she could experience with just one man. Suddenly, his mind switched from memories of the evening to projections of the future, Taletha sandwiched naked between their bodies, his cock deep inside her cunt, Adam’s inside her ass, both of them thrusting harder and harder until she was screaming with orgasm.
The thought of both of them getting Taletha off at the same time sent Morris’s own body into overload. An electric sensation surged through him and his cock released, splattering cum up onto his chest and down onto the floor. Finally sated, Morris stumbled to the shower. The warm water revived him, and soon his brain was buzzing with more thoughts about what happened at the club. He settled down on the couch to watch a little TV in order to settle his nerves. The soft glow of Friday night syndication had an instant sedative effect, and before he knew it, he passed out and slept until morning.
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