Three to One Chapter One

She entered the room. Commanding everyone’s attention. It helped that she was the only one naked. She had on stilettos at least. She’s not an animal. Red. They were blood red. Like the paint on her lips. Like the rosiness of her nipples. Hard. They were hard and all three men were watching.

Her pussy was already throbbing and wet. Hell, it was always throbbing when she thought of them. Always wet after fingering herself in the town car on the way over. The driver, Tom, watching the whole time. He knew she didn’t mind. It made each and every one of her orgasms beyond good.

Yes, they were there. Tall. Dark. All handsome in their own way. She would settle for nothing less. They stood at attention, like soldiers. All in a line, a row. Waiting for a word. A comment. A … Please, Sir. Yes, Sir. No, Sir. Hello… Sir  

Bare chested. Bare feet. Pants only. Those pants wouldn’t be on long….

She kneeled before them. Bowing her head. Her long dark hair flowing down her back, in a wave of loose curls. 

The barest of murmurs. “Hello. Sir.” So, it begins.