“So you didn’t have any emotions towards her?” Jessica asks, and now I can tell that she’s purposefully trying not to sound jealous.
I shrug.
“I mean, in this kind of unique relationship, some sort of attachments are always going to form,” I tell her. “But I don’t do love. Commitment. Relationships. Emotions of any fucking sort. That’s Marino’s territory.”
“I don’t know,” she says, squeezing my hand that’s intertwined with hers. “I feel some emotions of some fucking sort from you. And they’re not just about the fucking, I mean.”
I sigh. I don’t want to fucking go there.
“Well with Samantha it was all about the fucking,” I tell her. “I knew she was scheming for more from Marino and me and her plans didn’t involve love, that’s for sure.”
“Marino says she loved you instead of him.”
She’s looking straight at me now, challenging me for answers.
“She knew I was the harder one to pierce,” I tell her. “Had nothing to do with love. But it broke his fucking heart. And that’s what she wanted.”
“What does she want now?” Jessica asks. “I saw her the first night I was working there, and I’ve seen her several times since. I’m just asking because as we move forward with this relationship I don’t want…”
“You don’t want to be blindsided by not knowing the full truth,” I tell her. “I get it. But you have nothing to worry about. She’s just jealous. She knows we’re with you now and she wants back in.”
“She thinks she can just snap her fingers and you’ll take her back?”
“Something like that.”
It’s almost comical, really. Except it isn’t.
“She thinks everything revolves around her,” I tell Jessica. “She doesn’t get that we’ve moved on. And what we had with her was never like…”
“Was never like what?” she asks, skooching over even closer beside me in her bed.
“Like this,” I tell her, stroking her hair and then kissing her gently and deeply.
“Well I’m not scared of her,” she says. “Next time she comes in I’ll just tell her to fuck off.”
“Now you’re sounding like us,” I tell her, laughing. “But don’t do anything to piss her off further. She’s already threatening to report us and stuff. I don’t even know what she’s up to.”
“Report you to whom? Where?”
Jessica’s back has tightened up now, and I don’t want her to worry. I massage her shoulders.
“Who knows,” I tell her. “Don’t worry about it. I had a great night with you and I just want to concentrate on that.”
“Maybe love is worth taking chances on then,” Jessica says, as she closes her eyes.
Who said anything about fucking love?
But as I lay my head down beside her and drift off to sleep, I know she has only been picking up on the messages I’ve been silently sending her since she walked in as my unsuspecting birthday gift.
Jessica’s right. But I’m not going to tell her just how right she is. Not until I’m sure that this can all work out.
Chapter 21 – Jessica
My mom and dad have come to visit me. This is the last thing I need right now, but I couldn’t exactly turn them down.
“So when are you going to give us the tour of the state capitol building?” my mom asks me, as my dad and I help her out of the car.
“It’s really not that impressive, Mom,” I tell her.
I’m not about to tell her I skipped my last committee meeting. My report is due soon and I don’t want to talk to Senator Santara or the rest of them about any evidence I’ve gathered. Because I’ve had too much fun gathering it, and implicating myself in the process.
“Hold on,” my mom says, rummaging through some tote bags in the back seat. “I need to get my casserole out.”
“Hurry up Diane,” my dad tells her. “We can’t wait all day for you to find things in that huge mess of stuff you brought, that I told you not to bring.”
I shoot my dad a glare. I hate how mean he is to my mom.
“Here you go, dear,” my mom says, handing me a lasagna pan. “I made it last night. I know you never have time to eat.”
“Thanks Mom,” I tell her, giving her a kiss on the cheek. “I appreciate it.”
As we walk upstairs I can’t help but think of my last guests to this apartment and wish they were here now. I’d much rather entertain Dante and Marino than my parents.
“We’re only going to stay for dinner since you don’t have anywhere to put us up,” my dad says.
I breathe a sigh of relief. I thought he might insist on sleeping on an air mattress like they did once when I was in college. Why he’s too cheap to stay at a hotel when he makes good money is beyond me.
“It’s nice to see you for any amount of time, dear,” my mom says, as we enter my apartment.
“Look at this dump,” my dad says. “When are you going to find a man and get a real house? All you do is think about politics.”
I shake my head. If he only knew.
“I like my job,” I tell him.
At least I did. Before my job was to turn in the two guys I’ve fallen in love with.
Did I really just admit to myself that I’d fallen in love with them?
But I don’t have time to think about it because my dad is off on his next rant.
“Is your committee still having you do that ridiculous investigation into the strip club?” he asks me.
My parents know a little bit about the investigation to which I was assigned but they don’t know the extent of it. They certainly don’t know I’ve been working as a stripper.
“Yes,” I tell him. “Except it is not a ridiculous investigation.”
But now I trail off because I don’t know whether to defend the investigation or not. I’m beginning to think it’s a witch hunt myself.
I’ve been around the Rossi brothers day and night and the only evidence I have against them so far is that they’re sleeping with me. And I’m willing participant in that of course.
“I think you should move past that and take your career more seriously,” my dad says, giving me advice that I don’t need, just like always.
Even though I’m used to it, I can’t help but almost explode.
“Dad, all I’ve ever done is take myself seriously.”
I think back to high school debate team, college political clubs and running for different political races. Now that I’ve made it to State Senate it’s still not good enough for him or anyone else. I still have to prove myself by somehow simultaneously taking my clothes off and taking my career more seriously.
I was really willing to do anything it took to get ahead but now I’m realizing that I’m already right where I want to be.
I love how Marino and Dante talk to me and treat me. They might be down and dirty bad boys but they sure make me feel loved and appreciated. I need to do what it takes to save Dante and Marino from the senate committee’s witch hunt that I’m a part of and stay with them at any cost.
I’m just not sure how long I can keep the committee at bay. Or what it’s going to mean for my career if I don’t expose the Rossi brothers the way that I’m supposed to.
But I’m starting to think that if I can’t be respected and if I have to do everything the head of the committee says in order to keep my job then it’s not a job worth having. And if I can’t be with the men I love— yes, truly love— then it’s not even a career that I want.
Chapter 22 – Jessica
I’m so glad to be back with Dante and Marino that now I’m finding everything my dad said to me at dinner yesterday hilarious, even though at the time I found it ridiculous.
I keep thinking about how my dad said I’m too busy thinking about politics to get a man. If only he knew that my political career got me two men, against my better judgment.
“Let me give you a private dance, boys,” I tell Dante and Marino, as I twirl around on my bed,
shedding my clothes as I go.
“Someone really missed us yesterday when she had to have dinner with Daddy Dearest,” Marino says.
I know that nudity and sex are always welcome distractions. We’re at my apartment again and I’m so glad my parents are gone.
“I don’t want to think about my parents anymore,” I tell them. “They’re so fucking annoying.”
“There have to be some good things about them,” Marino says, looking thoughtful, almost wistful.
I remember that he said they don’t have parents, and I feel bad. But I’m still annoyed at my dad for being such an asshole.
“Well, they make me appreciate you guys more,” I tell him. “So there’s that.”
I sway my hips and rub my nipples, happy to show off the body that both of my lovers like to devour.
“Very nice,” Dante says. “I’ll take twenty- seven private dances with that dancer.”
“Only if I can get them too,” Marino says.
I crawl over to them on my hands and knees on the bed. They’re sitting on the floor looking up at me.
Suddenly Dante spreads my legs open wide and says, “I don’t know about you, Marino, but I’m feeling hungry.”
His tongue traces up and down my clit. It feels so good that I can barely stand it. Marino stands up and fingers my pussy while licking my nipples.
I love the way they both make me feel. Marino’s strong hands finger me while Dante’s tongue works my clit. Being with two guys at once— especially these two particular guys— feels out of this world good. So much better than I ever could have imagined.
“You guys are going to make me come,” I tell them, as a wave of pleasure ripples throughout my body. “Oh my God. Marino. Dante.”
Dante licks up the juice flowing from my pussy. I feel light and free, as if this is exactly where I’m supposed to be. Right in between the two of them. My body being appreciated and adored by both of them.
“I think it’s time for the thing we’ve all been waiting to do,” I announce.
“Really?” Dante asks me. His already hard cock stands up even harder.
“Really.”
We’d been waiting to have anal sex until the time was right. While we’d never really defined what the right time would mean, I guess there’s no time like the present. And there’s no place like my apartment, which is a much better place to be doing this than at The Fun House.
“Come here, you naughty thing,” Marino says, pulling me over towards him so that I’m on my hands and knees and my ass is hanging off the bed.
He puts his hands on my hips and grabs me tight.
“Who would you like to have the honors of taking your anal virginity?”
I look back at both of them, at how excited and eager Marino looks. I remember how he told me that he thought Samantha was more in love with Dante than with him. I’m pretty sure that Samantha wasn’t in love with either one of them but I want to show him that I’m equally in love with both of them.
“You,” I tell Marino.
“Really?”
“Yes, I want you to fuck my ass hole for the first time ever.”
“Well okay then, if you insist,” he says, a giddy smile spreading across his face.
“Awww man,” Dante complains, but he winks at me.
I can tell he’s glad that I’m letting Marino have first dibs.
“Don’t worry, they’ll be lots more times for you to enjoy it too,” I tell him.
“That’s fine because it just means I get to first,” he says, and gently pushes Dante out of the way.
He puts his hard cock into my pussy.
“That feels perfect,” he says, pulling me by the hips and pumping himself in and out of me. “That’s all I need.”
“There’s a stool in my kitchen,” I tell Marino, moaning as Dante fucks my pussy good and hard.
He brings it over and is soon standing in the perfect position.
“Ready?” Dante says, bringing his cock half out of my pussy.
“I’m ready.”
I feel Marino’s big, hard cock up against the opening of my ass hole and I take a deep breath.
“It’ll feel good,” he promises me, pushing it in ever so slightly.
“Ouch,” I can’t help but gasp.
I’m not used to having anything— even Marino’s beloved cock— in my ass.
“Let me get you warmed up again,” Dante says, thrusting his cock back into my pussy.
I love when Dante fills me up with his big cock. He pumps it into me as Marino gently pushes his own cock into my ass. Suddenly it feels so good and so right to have both of my holes filled up by the loves of my life.
I relax and lean in a little bit as Marino holds onto my ass and pumps his cock in and out of me. Dante is doing the same thing in my pussy and I can feel myself getting wetter.
“You’re going to come on my cock while I fuck your pussy and Marino fucks your ass, aren’t you, my dirty little slut?” Dante asks me.
“Our dirty little slut,” Marino corrects him, as he fucks my ass hole.
“Oh my god,” I shout, feeling myself come as I never have before. “This feels so fucking good.”
“Do you like when I fuck you in the ass?” Marino asks, pumping harder and faster while Dante does the same in my pussy.
“I love it,” I tell him. “It feels so good.”
“We’re double penetrating our little slut in her ass and her pussy,” Dante says. “You like us in every hole that you have, don’t you?”
I can feel him getting bigger and pulsing in my pussy at the same time that Marino’s cock is doing so in my ass.
“Yes!” I moan. “Yes, yes, yes!”
They both explode their cum into me at the same time.
“Look at this load I blew into her ass,” Marino tells Dante as he takes his cock out of me.
“It’s mixing in with the load I blew into her pussy,” Dante says.
“Are you guys having fun back there?” I ask, sighing.
Once they’re finish inspecting the cream pies they both left in me, I fall back onto the bed and try to gather my breath again.
“We’re having a great time,” Dante says.
They both fall on either side of me. I’m perfectly happy in the middle of my Rossi brother sandwich.
“Thank you for letting me fuck you in the ass,” Marino says. “It was even better than I thought it would be.”
“Any time,” I tell him. And then I laugh. “And I do mean that.”
“Except for when it’s my turn,” Dante says.
“You guys, I’m seriously so happy,” I tell them, looking back and forth between both of them. “I never knew I would like this, but I…”
“Love it?” Dante asks.
He kisses me, and then I turn my head for Marino to kiss me next.
“Yes,” I answer. “I love it.”
“Well that’s great because we love you too,” Dante says.
“You do?”
I turn back to look into his deep green eyes. I wasn’t expecting Dante to be the one to say it first.
“I do,” he says. “I love you, Jessica Mason.”
“I love you too, Dante Rossi.”
“Don’t forget about me,” Marino says. “I love you too.”
“And I love you, Marino Rossi.”
We lie in the falling darkness in my bedroom, happy and content.
Until Dante’s phone rings.
“Who is it?” Marino calls, jumping up after Dante as Dante is leaping out of bed. Whoever it is, it’s definitely something serious.
“It’s Samantha,” Dante says, frowning at me. “She says we need to come to the club right away. Alone. She says there’s something important we need to know.”
“Do you want me to come?” I ask, looking around for my shirt.
I know he had just said they were going to go alone. But I’m nervous and want to find out what Samantha’s up to once and for all.
“No,�
� Dante says, shaking his head. “Marino and I got ourselves into this mess with Samantha and we’re going to get ourselves out of it finally.”
“Stay here and rest, Doll,” Marino says, kissing me on the forehead. “We won’t be gone long.”
As they leave I know I won’t be able to get a wink of sleep. I’ll be up until I hear back from them— if I hear back from them— wondering what Samantha found out that’s so important. I have a feeling it involves me, and that it may be my downfall with the men to whom I’ve just given my anal virginity and declared my love.
Chapter 23 – Dante
Of course Samantha wants us to meet her at Bennington’s. It’s a swanky steak joint and the one place I took her on a real date. Otherwise we never even left The Fun House with her.
Marino doesn’t know that Samantha and I came here together without him, as well as to our place without him afterwards. We promised never to tell him.
He already thought she liked me more than him and that was enough to nearly fucking break him. But really she already knew she had him in the bag and had just tried harder to earn my affection so that she could get from us what she wanted.
So when she said on the phone to meet her here at Bennington’s, I was initially cautious. But she insisted it was important and that she would only tell us if we agreed to meet her here.
When we arrive she’s wearing a tight little black dress and her hair is piled into an elegant bun on top of her head, with curls falling from it and pouring down to her neck.
She looks more professional than when she was a dancer at the club. And she’s definitely gone all out trying to look her best.
But I think it reeks of desperation. And I just want to get back to fucking Jessica.
“I never thought I’d be alone with the Rossi brothers again,” she says, holding out a hand to each of us when we arrive and leading us over to a table where she’d been sitting.
“Waiter,” I call, nodding my head at one as he comes over. “We’re going to be sitting at the bar.”
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