Two Bad Bosses_An MFM Menage Romance

by Sierra Sparks

  Standing up for myself felt so good. I got rid of all I’d been keeping inside the past few days when I would stay quiet and be timid. Generally, I’m way louder and I showed them a very important side of myself. But there’s the other end of it all in that I probably hurt them in some way. It’s obvious they both want me. It’s so fucking obvious, anyone with half a brain could see it, but it’s not worth what we were all about to go through. There would have been so much heartache and hurt feelings… I didn’t want any of that happening. And I meant it when I said I would never be able to choose. It’s something I’ve been thinking about ever since I started. Zane or Whit? If I chose one of them then I would always regret what could have been. I’d regret hurting one of them and it would be something I couldn’t take back.

  Having both is not an option. What would that even mean? Alternating days? Zane Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday – Whit Thursday, Friday, Saturday – and Sunday is my day off? The logistics of it don’t make any sense to me which means it’s not going to happen. So, my other option is neither. It hurts a little, but it’s so much better than the road we were all heading down. This way, there no resentment or maybe they’ll resent me, but they’ll remain friends and that’s important. Hopefully over time, we can all become friends again and find partners outside of our little group. I don’t like to think about either one of them with someone else, but I have no claim to them, so I’ll have to grow comfortable with the idea. It’s what’s best for all of us.

  I completely undress myself, putting on pajamas and climbing into bed. I curl up on my side, the sadness of what I’ve just done hitting me. With time, I’ll get over it. That’s how it works. With time we all get over everything.

  Chapter Twelve:

  Chloe

  I got up the next morning, having barely slept. I spent most of the night tossing and turning, wondering if I had made the right decision. There were bursts in the night where I actually slept, but it was so inconsistent. I’ve gone through last night hundreds of times and decided that I did it right. I wasn’t about to turn back and undo it all. I’ll just stick with it and push through.

  I go through my entire morning routine and head to work. Magically, I get there on time despite being as sleepy as ever. I’ve been yawning every few minutes on the drive over. When I pull into the parking lot, I’m more awake, but it’s going to be a struggle getting through today. I go to the top floor and, thankfully, Zane and Whit are in their offices. I go to my desk and finish the work I have left over from yesterday. I get through all the letters before either one of them comes out. I don’t say hello or even acknowledge their presence. They return the favor, only looking over occasionally to check if I’m working. They must have sent everything they want me to do to the executive assistant because he’s sent me emails with what I’ll need to do for the day. I’m grateful for the middle man because it limits our interactions. We haven’t even spoken yet today and that’s alright by me. We’ll probably have to say something to one another, but if I bury myself in all this mindless work, me talking to them will be kept at a minimum and that way I can keep it strictly professional.

  I’m stuffing the letters I wrote into the appropriate envelopes. It’s a nice pattern of read the name at the top, find the right envelope in the stack, fold the letter up nicely, slide it in, close the envelope, and stamp. The stack of empty envelopes gets smaller and smaller and a nice rate, this task keeping me nice and busy. I’m about halfway through when I hear Whit call my name. I freeze, not sure if what I heard is what was said, but when he calls me a second time, I know it’s time – it’s time for me to talk to them. I’m nervous, not just because of last night, but Whit sounds angry. He rarely gets mad. Whatever it is, I hope I can fix it.

  I hurry to his office and Zane is standing right next to him, their faces stern.

  “Chloe, do you know where the Zimmer file is?” His voice is flat and cold, I’m missing how he was talking to me yesterday. But he’s asked me a question and I need to think. The Zimmer file> I know where it should be, but if he’s asking that would mean it isn’t there. I have no idea where it could be, which means I have no answer for them. “It’s just we have a meeting with them on Monday morning and they are a VIP client. It would be a shame if the file was lost and it would be an even bigger shame for whoever lost it.”

  I go straight to the Z cabinet – just to double check and see if Zane or Whit has missed it – but when I look, it’s obviously not there. I turn and see Zane and Whit so disappointed and I hate how it’s showing on their faces. Any triumph I felt last night is washed away and replaced by shame.

  I try and remember where I put it, but all I can recall is sticking files every which way because I was so frazzled by Whit’s admission. I can’t say that now because it would just sound like an excuse. I should have been more careful and done my job properly instead of letting my emotions get the better of me. I start going through each cabinet, searching and searching for this damn file. Eventually I find it tucked away in the C section. In fact, a lot of this filing cabinet is a fucking mess. Now isn’t the time to let them know how much I screwed up. I’ll have to come in here later and rearrange everything. I hand the file to Whit, but he doesn’t smile at me – in fact he doesn’t look any happier. Zane is the same.

  “You can go back to your desk now.” Whit’s voice is so distant and detached, I want to ask him – I want to ask both of them if they hate me. I wouldn’t blame them, but if I’m going for strictly professional than I can’t bring something like that up now. I leave the office and go back to my desk, embarrassed by my mistake. I can’t tell if I deserved being treated so coldly because I misfiled something or because I yelled at them last night.

  I go back to stuffing letters and delivering them downstairs to be distributed. I paid complete attention to what I was doing because I refuse to make any more stupid mistakes. I move on to my next task and I’m working for about an hour before I’m called back into Whit’s office. As far as I can tell they haven’t left since I last went in there and when I enter, the two of them are leaning on either side of the front of Whit’s desk. The Zimmer file is lying, closed, and Zane and Whit stare at me.

  “I’m so sorry, I made such a dumb mistake. I promise it won’t happen again. I’ve been distracted the past couple of days – and that’s no excuse – but I’m going to be completely focused from now on. It will never happen again – nothing like it will ever happen again.” I finish my long apology, praying that they’ll take it. I need them to not hate me. I haven’t been giving this internship the old college try. Since I agreed to work here, I should – at the very least – do the best I can at it. Whit and Zane still haven’t responded to my apology. They keep me guessing, not saying anything, or even changing their expression for what feels like an infinite amount of time.

  Zane shifts and finally replies to me, “That’s nice and all, but you still made the mistake.”

  I start tapping my foot, anxious about what’s going to happen to me. There are so many ways this could end. I’m pretty sure I won’t get fired, but that doesn’t mean I’m about to have a pleasant time.

  “And because you made this mistake, you’ll need to make amends,” Zane continues. “If we let things like this slide, that would set a dangerous precedent and we don’t want that.” A mischievous glint passes over both of their eyes and suddenly I am filled with desire.

  “I don’t understand…” I breath. They’re being so vague, and I just want to know what I need to do to make amends.

  They both get off the desk and move away from it. This time Whit talks, telling me what to do. “Walk up to the desk, Chloe.” I slowly walk over, apprehension building inside of me. I get to the edge of the desk and look down at the file. It’s obviously marked Zimmerman, but the Z has been underlined to draw attention to it, drawing attention to my mistake. I look at Zane and Whit on either side of me, trying to get a clue about what’s going to happen.

  “What do you –” />
  “Bend over and look at the file. Put your palms, face down, on the desk to support yourself,” Whit interrupts.

  I bend over, keeping my feet a shoulder width apart. My palms rest on the wood, fingers splayed. The underlined ‘Z’ is in my face, taunting me, reinforcing that I made a mistake.

  “Recite the alphabet.” Zane makes this request; his eyes burn into me running up and down my whole body. I look at him questioningly, but he doesn’t budge, so I lick my lips and start reciting.

  “A B C D E F G,” it feels silly. Singing the alphabet in front of these two guys I’ve become obsessed with – it’s dumb, but I keep going. “H I J K L –” I’m about to reach the halfway point, when I feel a quick swat on my behind. It pushes me forward on the desk, causing my body to grind into the wood. I let out a surprised ‘ah!’ I stop everything I’m doing and turn to Whit and Zane who are now behind me. They’ve taken off their jackets and have their sleeves rolled up. I don’t know who spanked me. I just breathe heavily, confused, and hot. I anchor myself on the desk, leaning against it, afraid I’ll fall over if I don’t support myself.

  “What’s –”

  “We didn’t tell you to stop, did we, Chloe?” Whit looks at me, his eyes setting forth a challenge – or is it a way out? Their movements are so deliberate, letting me know if I wanted to walk out, I could walk out. But I don’t want to walk out. I like them telling me what to do. I like them acting dominate. I turn back around and get back in the bent over position, my butt up in the air. I start reciting the alphabet again, from the beginning.

  “A B C D E F G H –” The next spank comes a lot earlier and I grunt, overtaken by the force. I keep going until I reach the end, Whit and Zane spanking me every few letters.

  I don’t know what to do once I’m finished, but Zane gives me instructions. “Do it again. And keeping repeating it until we tell you to stop.”

  I start over and eventually, they are spanking me on every letter. I reach a point where with each smack to my bottom, my pussy trembles. Something inside of me is opening up and – it hasn’t burst forward, yet – but it’s on the way. My gasps become more and more high-pitched until it sounds like someone might just be fucking me in here. I don’t know how long I’m like this, but they eventually stop, and I don’t know if I’m allowed to get up. Whit told me palms down, so I keep my palms down. An arm wraps around my waist and pulls me against their chest into a standing position. Zane moves in front of me which means that I’m leaning into Whit’s chest. I relax into Whit.

  “What are you doing? What was that?” I point a shaky finger at the desk. The file is still there.

  Whit and Zane look at one another and Whit nods, presumably giving Zane the floor to tell me what just happened. “After your little outburst last night, Whit and I have decided we’re not going to fight over you anymore.”

  I don’t know what to make of this. They just spanked me, awakening all these sexual feelings inside of me – though they know that – and now they’re giving up. I know it’s what I told them to do, but, after their little display, I’m more confused than ever.

  “Then why did you… Why did you spank me?” I whisper those last two words, still mystified by the fact that it happened.

  Whit jumps in to explain that bit to me, “We were thinking since one of us can’t have you, why not both? We want to share you, Chloe. If you’re willing.”

  Share me? My hand goes to my mouth to cover my shock. This is like the fantasy I had after my first day. It’s coming true… I smile beneath my palm – partially in shock and the other half is literal delight. I clear my throat and compose myself.

  “How would you share me?” I ask.

  Both Zane and Whit sport a devious smile. They’ve obviously talked through all of this. At some point, I’m going to need to ask them about that conversation. I’m fascinated by the idea of how they went from last night to now… But with both of them stalking towards me, all thoughts not concerning the current moment are pushed out.

  Once they’re both by my sides, Zane’s hand takes my hair out of its bun. It falls on to my shoulders in all its messy glory.

  “I was hoping we could show you instead of tell you,” he whispers in my ear.

  I nod, my eyes staying with Zane as he takes my hand and leads me to the desk. Whit is somewhere on the other side, but he’s keeping mostly quiet right now. Zane has gotten so close to me that the desk’s edge dig into ass. He grabs my waist and sits me on the surface, spreading my knees apart for him to step in between. I’m pulled forward, leaving just enough room to balance my body without falling over.

  “Unbutton you pants,” he orders.

  I undo the button, going a step further and pulling down my zipper. The soft rip-like noise cuts through the room, only dulled by how loud I’m breathing. My pants open and Zane takes my shirt pushing it up to reveal my stomach. His fingers trail across it, stimulating my senses. That’s when I feel Whit’s hands on my shoulders, pushing them down until my back is laying on the desk. I look up at him, curiosity coloring my face.

  My shirt has bunched up under my breasts and Whit pulls it up and over my head, exposing my chest. My bra today is nothing spectacular, just simple and black. While Whit takes off my shirt, Zane pulls my pants down, his lips touching over the skin as it’s bared to the cool air. My shoes come off with my bottoms and, now, I’m lying on this desk in just my bra and panties. I want to clasp my knees together, but Zane won’t allow it, his strong hands keeping me open. He appears to be kneeling as his hands crawl their way up my legs. They get to the hem of my panties, one of his fingers slipping inside and moving down the outer opening. I close my eyes and keep myself as still as possible, not wanting to squirm all over the table, but as the tingles in my stomach get stronger and stronger, I know that won’t be possible.

  Zane uses his other hand to peel my underwear from my skin and take it down my legs while Whit has me sit up slightly, so he can unclasp my bra. A part of me is screaming to close up and cover myself, but the lustier side of my brain wins because I want to satisfy this ache that has been growing in me the past couple days. Not only do I want it satisfied, I want it satisfied by Whit and Zane.

  Whit focuses on my upper half, rubbing his hands up and down on my chest, just above my nipples. He kisses me, his face flipped the opposite way of mine. I thread my fingers in his hair, aggressively pushing him into me. I want to feel that pressure of his skin on mine. One of my leg is bent and thrown over Zane’s shoulder while I’m kissing Whit and his tongue licks up my slit, causing my back to arch and I gasp into Whit’s mouth. Zane doesn’t let up, opening my folds and pushing his tongue into me, tasting what has been pouring out of me lately. My foot digs into his back as the pressure inside me mounts. My nails jabbing into Whit’s scalp. Whit’s hands finally go to my nipples, his fingers rolling them. He takes his lips from mine and starts to whisper dirty things into my ear.

  “Do you like the way Zane’s tongue feels? Are you a dirty girl, Chloe? A dirty, filthy girl who’s been teasing me and Zane with that perfect body of hers? Are you a little tease?”

  “Yes, I’m a dirty girl! I’m sorry I teased you…” I squeeze Whit’s head harder when Zane’s mouth goes from licking my folds to sucking on the clit. “Oh, fuck! I’m going to come!” I’ve been holding back as much as I could, wanting to ride out this moment for as long as possible. Zane’s tongue circles my clit and my body bursts, releasing itself from the tension that has built up. Whit kisses my shoulders as I’m shuddering on the desk, my body tightening and relaxing in no particular pattern.

  After a few seconds, my breathing evens and I lay flat on the desk. I slowly open my eyes. Whit is stroking my shoulder and Zane picks himself up, kissing his way up my body before reaching my face. He brings his lips down on mine and I taste my orgasm in his mouth. I swirl my tongue around, inhaling my scent on him and wanting more.

  “How was that?” Zane asks.

  “Amazing. I want you inside of me.
I want both of you inside of me!” I beg. Sex has never felt this, and we haven’t even gotten to penetration.

  Zane hooks his hands under my knees and asks, “Should I fuck you on the desk?”

  I nod vigorously. He looks behind me at Whit and I bend my neck, so I can look at him, too.

  “What do you think, Whit? Should I give the lady what she wants?”

  Whit smiles and removes some hair stuck to my forehead. He looks down at me with a focused gaze and says, “Why not?”

  Zane stands up and I hear his pants unzip, but I keep looking at Whit. He hasn’t let his eyes leave mine and I’m transfixed by him. Zane is moving about, and I feel the head of his penis nudging at my entrance. He bends my leg to spread me further and pushes forward, entering me. I bite my bottom lip to keep from crying out. The intensity of Whit’s stare is mixing with Zane’s long cock and a thrill runs down my spine. I arch my back as Zane’s shaft inches into me, its progression slow. When he’s in me to the hilt, I let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding and Whit smirks at me before looking down my body, taking his time to observe what I have. The fact that he is fully clothed while I am naked and getting fucked by his best friend hasn’t been lost on me. It’s actually turning me on even more.

  Zane picks up his pace and drives into me. He’s moving with such force that I’m bouncing up and down along the surface of the desk. Every time his skin slaps into mine, I gasp at the sensation, but I keep my eyes stay trained on Whit. I want to come while looking at him. Zane is grunting, his body not letting up on mine. I thread my hand into the front of my hair, digging my nails in my scalp as my body gets hotter and hotter.

  “Oh my god, Zane!” I don’t know where all this energy is coming from, but I’m about to come undone, so I don’t care. My lower belly stirs, hot, white streaks of pleasure shoot through me.