Leaning on the bar, he shook his head again.
“Not always. Just when women look like Madeline, what am I supposed to do?” He waved his hand.
“You’re a pig.”
Just then there was a knock at my door. It could only be her. When I swung the door open and invited her it, I got a sense of her belonging here. Even though my fears of a student in my place came back. Perhaps we should have met at Jake’s…no, he lives too far in the suburbs.
“Hello again. Drink?” I asked her.
She nodded, “Please.”
We moved over to the living room. My furniture was simple, dark, and elegant. The living room overlooked the view I had of the city. Even though the view of Madeline was much better, especially on my couch.
She sat in the love seat, and I sat next to Jake on the couch opposite her. She gazed at both of us, and it was pretty obvious we were thinking the same thing. What would it be like? The three of us, together. I was dying to know, and I was swelling at the thought. Her skin, fresh and creamy slightly exposed in her dress. And her legs, so smooth and tan. She was effortlessly beautiful.
“We have an agreement for you to look over, and some documents. Since the mentorship program is through the school, everything has to be tracked.” I finally stood up and got to business. I could only stare at her for so long.
I still felt her though. Looking at me, and looking at Jake. She wouldn’t be hard to convince, the thought was already in her head, and we would just have to press it forward. I found the papers in my briefcase and handed them to her.
“Thank you.” She stared into my eyes, and it was unnerving. The only people that look me in the eye are our board members when the stock goes down, or Jana when I’ve annoyed her in some way.
We sat again and she looked over the documents.
“How much time will I get with you both?” She asked, and we were both so far in the gutter we about choked on our drinks. Then realized it wasn’t what she meant.
The look she gave; as she bit her lips softly and blinked warily, told me she thought the same thing.
“Uhm, it depends on your schedule.” Jake answered.
I set my glass down and leaned back. He tilted one arm over the couch as he traced his lips. It was his thinking face, but also his ‘I want you’ face. He was a simple guy.
“I have afternoon classes. But I work in the mornings, so I’m not usually free until around four.” She answered, and I nearly heard the gears ticking in Jake’s head.
“So, evenings then?” He asked. The swell of her throat bobbed as she swallowed, I could follow those ridges with my tongue all day.
She looked to both of us, that dark look in her eyes. She was as turned on as us. It made the room swelteringly hot. Perhaps this was all in my head. It had been so long, after all, since I had sex. A few weeks at most, and that was a lot for me.
No one had done it for me in a while. But Madeline…she was pressing every button I had and I was lit up like an arcade for her. It was hard enough keeping my cock at bay.
“Yes, I suppose that would work.” She sat up straight and crossed her legs. She looked so prim and proper, but I knew she had a darker side. A wild side.
“We close the office around five. So, you can come then.”
“Okay.” She smiled softly.
Jake helped himself to another drink. I was starting to think he was trying to give himself whisky dick, hell, we both needed something to keep us from pouncing.
“We usually have a few interns in the office, but it didn’t work out like that this year. You’ll have the office to yourself for your work.” I said.
“What kind of work will I be doing?”
Was she sounding like that on purpose? All sultry and even with her voice. Something told me it was just her voice; going right to my cock.
“Uh, different types. All relating to business of course. You can sit in on certain meetings, and once we get your startup off the ground, you will be a lot more involved in that.” Jake answered this time.
“How long will it be?”
It was like I had never thought of it before when the question was posed. It would end eventually, and then we were supposed to part ways and go about our lives. We would have always been her mentors, but why was the thought of not being around her so daunting?
“Hard to say.” I shrugged. She stifled a grin as she looked at us both. Jake sipped his drink.
“What should I call you both, sir?” Jake spit his drink out and I chuckled softly.
“Um, anything you want.” I answered for him. Though Madeline looked terrified at Jake’s reaction. If it wasn’t obvious before…
“Okay. Sorry.” She giggled a bit. Hmm, what a soft and intoxicating sound. Her laugh.
“For what?” I smiled softly.
“Nothing,” she shook her head. “Nothing.”
She had a few more questions, but they were all formalities. She was very serious about this and eager to learn. Was that a fetish of some sort? Because I couldn’t keep my desire for her at bay. After a little bit more talking, she signed the NDA.
There would be a lot more documents later on, but for now that was it. It just said she couldn’t talk about the arrangement with her start-up. The idea was technically still hers, but we had bought the rights to it.
“What are your plans after graduation?” I asked her. She shrugged.
“I hoped to have my own company by then, but maybe that is wishful thinking. If I could get a good job in my field I would be glad. Most people don’t even get that.”
“That’s true.” Jake answered.
We walked her out, and I innocently shook her hand in goodnight while Jake kissed her cheek. I glared at him. I knew he only did that because of my reservations on her being a student.
Once we said our goodbyes, it was hard watching her go.
“We are in for it, man,” I told Jake back inside.
“I know. And to be her mentor…that would be a lot of wires that shouldn’t get crossed,” Jake added.
“We have to figure it out.”
He agreed.
Because we were not letting her go.
6
Madeline
I think I was stuck in an alternate universe. Dinner was delicious…but those two men were slowly wrapping me around their fingers.
Their demeanors were so naturally dominating, it was hard to even breathe sometimes. The looks they gave me leave nothing to the imagination, but I still couldn’t believe they wanted me. It seemed…impossible almost. Surely men like them could have anyone, why would they pay me any mind? I was just their new intern.
I thought of them all day, and could barely concentrate in class. I made so many mistakes at work, my boss started to worry about me. I usually don’t make any mistakes in the boring clerical work I did. Students had come into the office and I was so far off in my head, I hadn’t even noticed.
Once I got out of work and back home to change, I finally woke up from the dream. I knew I had to do my best job in their office, I couldn’t be the aloof, new girl on the job. Sarai wasn’t home for me to consult her on the proper attire, but I was pretty much capable of choosing something on my own.
Since I wore a skirt the first day, I decided on a simple navy blue, square top dress with capped sleeves. It wasn’t too tight, and it didn’t show too much cleavage. That was hard to come by for me. I braided my hair back again and only touched up my makeup from earlier.
I had about twenty minutes to make it on time so I was rushing through the early traffic. Their office building took up nearly half a block, and it took me two separate elevators just to get to the right place. But I entered the top floor, where all their offices were.
“Excuse me, I am trying to find Mr. Sawyer and Mr. Moyer’s office.” I stopped at a desk that seemed like the information desk. She just led me to yet another floor.
This one was buzzing with the sound of printers and people bustling about. It seemed more like the right pl
ace.
“Hello, I need to find Mr. Sawyer’s office? And Mr. Moyer as well.”
The receptionist was nice enough to lead me the right way.
“Of course, right this way. Do you have an appointment?” She stood up from her desk, her smile was kind. The first one I had seen all day.
“Not really.” I said nervously. Should I have made one? They didn’t seem that tight on security or anything.
“It’s your first day?” She was short and chipper, a lot like their other assistant Jana. At least I thought she was their assistant.
“Yes. I’m just an intern though.” I clutched my purse and binder to my side nervously.
I was not only nervous about the job, but about seeing them again. They made business suits look like gold bars. Especially last night. I couldn’t top thinking of being so close to Logan’s bed…
“Well, you get the office to yourself then.”
She led me down a long hall, where the rooms were private and only the doors were glass. I peeked at the people in there. There was a good mix of men and women. The women looked like powerhouses, like I think I look when really, I was just kidding myself most of the time. It made sense that the women they employed would look like absolute bosses. I had a feeling you had to ignore their sexual advances to get the job, though I doubted they would hit on applicants.
“Really?” I managed. Goodness, my throat was so dry I sounded like I had a sore throat. I needed to get a hold of myself.
“Yeah, their interns stay in the office next to theirs. But, you are the only one that made the cut this time. I’m Amy, by the way.”
“Nice to meet you.” She seemed really nice. She was average height with brown hair pulled back into a bun, and wore a simple black skirt suit. I suppose the dress code was really professional.
We reached the end of the hall and came to a sort of common room. There were two doors adjacent to each other, and the office was closed off with black shutter blinds. The center room had sleek, gray leather couches and a mini kitchen with a coffee and doughnut bar. I love doughnuts, this wouldn’t be good for me. I only had a moment to admire the space before she tugged me to the side, where another door was on the opposite end. The rooms shared walls, and I wondered how thin they were.
“This is it.” She opened the door to a wide space.
There were two large desks with two desktops on them. There was a space off to the side with a leather couch similar to the one in the main room.
“It’s nice.” I set my bag down on the table in front of the couch. I wasn’t sure which desk I wanted to claim yet anyway.
“Yeah, they treat us well here. Speaking of, I will go and tell them you are here.” She smiled kindly and left.
My heart did a few pitter patters before I realized I would be seeing them. Get a hold of yourself!
I scolded myself. But it was nearly impossible. Those two were so sexy and imposing, I could not imagine being in their presence in such a small and enclosed space. At the school, there were passersby everywhere. And the restaurant was packed. I barely made it out of their apartment before acting out my lifelong fantasy of being shared by two sexy alpha males.
I was in deep shit.
I quickly checked myself; my hair and clothes before I deemed myself acceptable. Just as my palms started sweating there was a heavy knock on the door. I felt my heart in my stomach as my throat clenched.
I cleared my throat, “come in.” I sighed in relief when my voice had come out at least a little bit normal.
They appeared one after the other. Shoulders broad, faces calm and chiseled by the gods. Jake was rocking a one-day shadow, his dress shirt slightly undone and tie loosened while Logan had a clean-shaven face, his jawline clenched and his blue tie bouncing off of his eyes. I stood, knees wobbly and all as I took them in. Jake shut the door behind him and smiled kindly at me. His eyes were dark as he looked at me, he didn’t make a secret of looking my body up and down.
“Hello, sit please.” Logan gestured to the couch I was already sitting on before.
I sat down nervously, thinking they would sit on the love seats but instead, they sat on either side of me. I was surrounded by their manliness and intoxicating musk. I couldn’t tell whose was who, but I smelled a light cologne with fresh soap and detergent, and then a rougher cinnamon scent with a sharper cologne. I was almost dizzy.
“How was your day?” Jake asked, on the other end of the couch he sat with his legs open, as if he were inviting me in…
“It was good. Long, but good.”
I felt Logan chuckle. I turned to him, and he smiled kindly.
“I thought you may want to go over some things.” I hadn’t noticed the folder he was holding until he set it on the table.
I nodded, “yes, of course.”
I scooted closer to the table, and then it was impossible to breathe. They both came closer, so much so their legs touched either side of mine. Trapping me. They were so warm, no; hot. Their touch was burning a hole in my dress.
“We thought we should start with the basics. Maybe you could shadow us for a bit, since we are working on a new development. You can see how we do things from start to finish. Once we meet with legal and financial and all that boring stuff, we can make way with your start-up.”
I stifled a giddy smile. It all seemed so real. Legal, financial, my start-up. I knew I was right to insist they didn’t buy me off, what was really crazy was that they didn’t press about it or throw around big numbers to try and sway me. I felt respected, and that meant more than anything.
But I also felt like I would explode if I didn’t touch one of them. Or one of them didn’t touch me. If I wasn’t sure before, I knew it then. I needed their hands on me. I needed their touch, I needed them. I wasn’t sure how long I could last.
“If you have any questions, come by anytime. Our doors are always open.” Jake said.
I turned to him; his eyes were hooded over with desire. He wanted me. I turned to Logan; he had the same look. Only he tried to hide it. Could it be because he was a professor? I guessed so.
“Thank you.” I cleared my throat, and smoothed my clammy palms over my dress.
They smiled and stood. I missed their warmth immediately.
“If you stick around for a bit, we can give you an official tour,” Logan added before he shut the door behind him.
A tour? No way I would make it through that. My mind had gone elsewhere the entire time they were here. Thinking of their hands on me, or their lips exploring me. My pussy clenched the entire time and I felt an undeniable pool of wetness between my legs. I leaned against the back of the couch, shuddering from anything but the cold. I needed a relief, something.
If I didn’t want this job so damned much—need this job; I would just go in there and act on all the looks they had been giving me for forty-eight hours. But I did need the job.
My core was melting at the thought of them. I closed my eyes as I sighed, not believing I was even doing this. But I needed it. I slid my fingers between my legs. Their scent was still in the air, surrounding me. My fingers slid between my panties. I could still feel the power of their legs against mine. I brushed against my clit and groaned. I remembered the sound of their voices, washing over me, claiming me. I fondled my clit quickly. I was already so close to the edge. I imagined it was their hands, their hot breath in my ear. Their powerful bodies touching mine. I clenched harder, my sex gushing as I fell faster and faster. I inhaled sharply, their scent still everywhere in the room as I fell off of my climax. I hadn’t even touched myself in so long, it was so fast.
I used a napkin from my purse to clean myself. Feeling so out of body, I couldn’t believe I had done that. What was worse was that it didn’t help anything. My body had come alive for them, thirsty and wanting.
They were the only ones that could relieve me.
7
Jake
I jacked off ten times in the last two days trying to get rid of my hard on. It was no
fucking use. Madeline was a minx of sorts, and she had me all fucked up. The only thing that would make my hard cock go away was the thought of sticking it in another woman. Crazy, right?
It was just something about her. Maybe that she was smart, or had such natural intelligence in the business world. Anyone would have taken the money and gone with it. Finished college and been able to say their idea was invested in by one of the biggest companies in business. But not her. She was ready for the hard work, on top of how hard she was already working.
Then she had to go and wear that dress. It was innocent, a simple office dress but damn, did she make it look like a wet dream come alive. I imagined bunching that blue fabric up to her soaked pussy and pounding it while I watched her suck Logan off.
We had to have her.
We saw the looks she gave us. She wanted us too, I needed to make that fucking happen but fucking Logan said to wait. I doubted she was going to run off, that blush across her chest and cheeks wasn’t innocent at all. She has been thinking about fucking us too. She didn’t even flinch when we pretty much trapped her between us on the couch. She must have been thinking about our hands on her, sharing her.
Back in the office I jacked off again, and as soon as I was done cleaning up I was right back to where I started. Only one thing could make it go away. I forced it down by reading boring as shit emails and arguing with Logan over the budget. I don’t know why he insists on keeping things so low, like he was waiting for a scandal to drown us all. We vet every employee to the tee, they might as well be applying to work for the CIA.
I guess I couldn’t blame him though. Logan grew up in lesser parts of town. I grew up in a tudor-brick home with parents who were never around. Logan knew how to struggle and go hungry, and I had no clue. So sometimes I just had to go with it. Money wasn’t his motivation, and that’s what made him so dangerous.
Once I finished up with that, I headed back home. I couldn’t make it through another second with Madeline. While Logan was testing waters or whatever the fuck he had been doing, I stayed the fuck away before I ruined everything.
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