by Casey Morgan
Immediately, I felt my stomach bunch. My lower lips bunched around David and the lips on my mouth bunched around Travis. I moved my tongue and throat quickly and hungrily over Travis’s length, feeling my center pulse. My mouth watered in anticipation.
As I sucked on Travis, I surrendered to Eric, who was still whispering to me about how much he’d like to put his cock between my breasts and come on them if I let him. Then I zeroed in on David’s tongue flicking my clit. He slid two, three and then four fingers into my pussy. I gasped and groaned happily at the sensation. I also imagined that each separate finger was each of their cocks.
With each rough, demanding finger-fuck, I imagined how different and wonderful each of their penises would feel. How each of their textures would combine with their lengths and girths in untold magical ways. Fill me up and amaze me like a moving kaleidoscope. Like being stuck inside a prism, with each color fucking you nine ways from eternity, I imagined having all four of them inside of me. In different holes, taking turns. Swapping, shifting.
The moment I thought that, my orgasm slammed into me, dragged me down into the pits of pleasure. I screamed then, muffling some of it in my pillow.
As I let the sweet and sour dregs of my release pile drive through me, I decided I wasn’t just going to let this be fantasy. No. If given the chance, I was going to have them in real life. All four of them. Convention and propriety be damned.
I’d said I didn’t know how I was ever going to choose between them, and I decided I wasn’t. Not now, not ever. I just had to figure out how to make that happen.
Chapter Eighteen
Gwendolyn
The next day
Thank God for the good sleep I got last night.
Turns out I needed every moment of it, every bit of fantasy-fueled energy for the lunch rush the following day at noon. And it really was a rush. The busiest it had been in weeks, maybe months.
And if course, it had to be now, when I only had an extra kitchen helper available to help serve customers, take orders, and seat people. Between the two of us working, we managed to keep just ahead of the people flooding in. Soon, we were almost at capacity. A sight I loved seeing, especially after the months and months of this bar being a veritable wasteland.
Until I saw a sight I’d rather have gone an eternity without seeing. Maxine Axelrod, her pantsuit, fine-jewelry-wearing self, wandered into my bar. She weaved her way through the crowds of people like a worm; a recurring disease I thought I had gotten rid of.
Her garishly bright red suit, paired with a fluffy-looking cream-colored neckerchief annoyed me almost as much as her perfectly-pointed trendy boots. Boots she paid for by making this entire downtown area go out of business.
Her curly brown hair highlighted her dark blue eyes. Arctic and soulless like the surface of Pluto, they offered no warmth. Only a feeling of impending doom before being left to drift with nothing.
My kitchen helper saw her, and went off to busy himself with taking orders. Cleaning off tables as soon as they were vacated, leaving me to her devices, whatever they were. I sat down my tray at the bar and turned to face her.
“What do you want, Maxine? If you haven’t noticed, I’m busy with enough customers and food.”
Maxine smiled, making her thin lips and chiseled face look unearthly. Unattractive, despite their deadly symmetry. “I can see that, Gwendolyn,” she whispered, looking out over my lunch crowd as if I didn’t deserve them. As if I’d done some illegal, black magic to get them to come here. “And I’m so glad you asked.”
Her glittering, hungry eyes always disarmed me, but they did so even more today. She leaned over the bar.
“Well, since you won’t take my offer at the original price I gave you, I came in today to see if you would take…”
“If you’ve come to try to get me to sell, you’re out of luck, Maxine,” I said, feeling angry and terrified of her at the same time. I frowned at her body being anywhere on my bar. It was too cheap and selfish to even have the right to lean the way it was. “I’m not going to sell to you, no matter what number you throw out at me.”
Maxine’s eyes and mouth tightened. She looked ready to dive over the bar at me, but she forced herself to smile. Give me a whole bunch of twinkling silver in her energy. “I know you said that. I know what this place means to you, Gwendolyn, dear. So that’s why I’m prepared to offer you thirty percent more for this place than I did before.”
I hated myself for it, but thirty percent more than she originally offered, that was actually a sizable amount of money. A big enough amount that I almost consider taking it. Until I felt Grandma Cora and my great great grandmother come around me. Bolster me. Remind me that it wasn’t just the business I was selling, but their legacy. Their memories, and mine too.
Maxine grinned seeing my reaction, but quickly had that smile turned upside down when she saw my resolve. The change that took hold of me. “It doesn’t matter if you offer me forty percent, fifty percent or all of the money in the world. The damn state lottery’s worth. I’m not selling to you now or ever, Maxine.”
Maxine lashed out. Grabbed onto my wrist quickly and efficiently like the cobra she was, dragging me over the bar and toward her, as if she had the power to eat me alive, unhinge her jaw and be done with it. For a moment, I felt afraid. I felt scared of what she might actually do.
True to her scuzzy nature, Maxine took advantage of this. She used my clear terror to threaten me. “We have ways of dealing with difficult people like you, Gwendolyn. We have options to choose from when it comes to making them do what we want. Giving us what we want.” Her eyes glassed over, bespeaking unfortunate accidents befalling others. Bad business settling over once-thriving meccas. “I don’t want to have to go there, Gwendolyn. I don’t want to have to use these other means. Money is much nicer. Much simpler.”
“And it’s not going to get you what you want,” I say, finally finding my courage. The literal strength to pull my wrist away from her. I glared at her, noticing and hearing someone else come through the door. “Money can’t buy everything. It can’t buy my happiness or my business.” As I said this, I was overjoyed to see the universe sending me some help. Sending me one of my four guardian angels.
David came into the bar, his arrival surrounded by the chiming sound of my welcome bells. When he saw who was standing in front of me and my bar, his eyes darkened. His shoulders straightened, and his chest puffed out. I didn’t know how, but he knew Maxine as well as I did. Probably because she had a reputation all over this town of being a finely-dressed played.
Even so, there was something else in his eyes. Something meaner. More personal than just her reputation out in public. That reputation had done something to him directly. Intimately.
Without any word of warning, he slammed a hand down on her shoulder, spun her around. “Whatever you’re doing here, whatever you’re saying to Gwendolyn, I want you to leave right now, Maxine. Get out of here and stop polluting this fine, reputable establishment with your filth.”
I sucked in a breath. With his chiseled features, crew-cut blonde hair and intelligent, patient eyes, I’d never believe he was capable of saying anything like that to anyone. Particularly not a woman.
It took a moment for Maxine to realize — recognize — her enemy, but when she did, her mouth turned into a dagger. Her smile, a scimitar. “David,” she said, as if he’d meant more to her than all the money in the world at one point, but not anymore, “what a surprise to see you hanging around this dump. Hardly fine, if you ask me.”
“Nobody’s asking you anything, except to get the fuck out,” he said, lowering his mouth to her ear, and lowering his tone to deadly. “Now move. Before I give you some help.”
I shivered with gratitude and excitement hearing this. I wouldn’t mind if he talked to me that way over the bar later.
Maxine looked like she would resist him. Fight him for her right to stay at my bar and harass me. But her will turned out to be weak. The moment he went
to grab for her, for her wrist, the way she grabbed for mine, Maxine sprang into action. She angrily swished away from me and through the crowded restaurant. “You haven’t heard the last from me, Gwendolyn. But be warned: next time, I won’t be so nice. Or generous.” With that, she pushes her way out my front doors, and into the chilly, overcast afternoon.
The moment she disappeared, David turned to me. Leaned over the bar, and took a seat.
“What was that about?” he asked.
“I was about to ask you the same thing,” I said, walking around the back of the bar, and to my wall of liquor. “You looked like you knew her. But more than just from her reputation around town.”
“I do,” he said. “I’d like a martini, please, Gwendolyn. I need one, after seeing her again.”
I didn’t blame him. I felt similarly. I said as much, gathering up a martini glass, some small plastic spears for the cocktail olives, and the required alcohols from my shelf. “What is she to you?”
“Ex-girlfriend, almost wife,” he answered. “Before I caught her fucking cheating on me. Thanks to Eric, I knew about it. Otherwise, I would have married her. I would have pledged my life to her, not even knowing that she was cheating on me with Eric’s ex-friend, Carl.”
I didn’t say anything as I poured the liquid into the tumbler, screwed the lid on, and began to shake. Not before putting ice in of course.
It figured that someone like her would cheat on a guy like him. It figured that Eric would be the type to warn his friend, to cut off contact with a guy like Carl. I was glad to be in the company of two upstanding gentlemen. I wasn’t so glad, however, when David returned to his original question.
“But what is going on with her and you? Why is she even coming into your bar in the first place? What is going on between you?”
I shook the tumbler extra hard, before unscrewing the top, and pouring it into the glass. “She wants to buy me out of my business. Out of my family legacy,” I said.
I reached into a compartment to grab a fresh, unopened jar of cocktail olives. Stuffed ones. Opening the jar, I imagined that it was Maxine’s neck I was twisting. “She’s done that to nearly everyone who ever had a business in this area of town, as I’m sure you’re aware. She has all of these ‘investments’ that she’s been going around. Shopping for instead of actually shopping at the businesses that have every right to be here, and not be bought out.”
I speared the olives on the plastic sword, before dropping it into the lily-shaped body of the glass. As I turned to give David his drink, I saw and heard my front door chime again. The other three boys stumbled in, looking warmed by my appearance more than the cozy heater I had going. I smiled at them briefly, before turning my attention back to David.
He didn’t ask what I had smiled at, so I figured he knew. “Seems odd for her to do that kind of investing. The best is often done online, you know.” He took a sip of his drink.
“I do know, but I appreciate you coming to give me back up. If not, I might have given in to her.” I shuddered, not wanting to believe I was actually that weak or impressionable. That easily bullied.
“Cheater,” said Alex, slumping down into the stool right next to his brother. “Said you were going to the bathroom, and then you just cut out and left early, leaving us all to track you down.”
“I’m going to take you to the bathroom,” said Travis, looking at David mischievously. “So I can give you a swirly.” He took up the seat on the other side of David.
Eric saw me tremble, shudder and shiver. “What’s the matter, Gwendolyn?” he asked, as he slid into the stool on the other side of Alex, not Travis. “You look a little down. Nervous?”
I was about to tell him it was nothing and that he had no need to worry, when David spoke for me. “Maxine was just here.”
Eric’s eyes narrowed. “I know. I saw her leaving. We all did.” His eyes softened toward me. Grabbed at me like a puppy dog. “What did she want, Gwendolyn? Did she do something to you?”
Again, I wanted nothing more than to deny it all. To say that she wasn’t a big deal, and that what she was doing, I could handle it, but David took another swig of his drink, and said, “Maxine’s trying to get her to sell The Lucky Spell Pot.”
“What?” That was Eric. He genuinely like to shocked and appalled. “Why?”
“Because she can, I suspect,” answered David.
“How long has she been asking you to do that?” That was Alex, fighting for a glimpse of me over his brother. He brushed his longer, wavier blonde hair behind his ears, looking like a merman just washed ashore.
“Months.” I said this before I could think about hiding it or taking it back. Neither of which was going to happen now.
“Months?” This was Eric again, sounding completely and totally stricken. “Oh, you poor thing!” The sweetness left his face, to be replaced by anger. A strange lust for violence, despite his peace-loving aura. “If that’s the case, I would love nothing more than to take them both down a peg. Her and Carl. They’ve wrecked enough lives as it is.”
Quietly, I asked him if I could get him some red wine. Sweet, perfumed. Anything to get him to settle down. To not look like that anymore. He accepted my offer graciously, but continued to look like I had just given him new fuel for a fire I didn’t even know was there.
“Was this before or after your money difficulties?” Travis leaned in, also asking for a drink. A Drunk Shirley Temple. A Shirley Temple with vodka in it, along with the 7-Up.
“Both,” I said. “I think she and Carl are responsible for the fact that I’m having money trouble to begin with, so they can come in and save me from it.” My stomach gave a dizzying drop, but I held my ground. Held my balance, despite it.
Travis hummed darkly.
Eric immediately put his lips to the glass of wine when I gave it to him. The way he drank, it was like he was hoping to find nirvana at the bottom of that glass. Either that, or a small, wish-granting fairy. Or just another glance at me, through a bit of distorted glass.
Around my line of beautiful soldiers, men ready to go to battle for me, the restaurant continued to fill. As a result, after getting Travis his drink, I was torn between them and serving the rest of the floor. My poor kitchen’s assistant could barely keep up with the orders and the new customers coming in. The tables needing to be cleaned as others moved out.
When I could, I came back to continue to serve them. Spend time with them.
Unlike the other couple of times they been here, I didn’t have a lot of time or space to give them. And I wanted to have a wealth of it. But it was either time or money, and right now I didn’t have a lot of either.
Still, I enjoyed the spare moments I had with them. The little caresses I was able to give and get from them before they left.
Despite being sad to see them go, I knew I would see them later.
Like clockwork, I knew they would come in to save me at the dinner rush, if there was one.
As they trailed out, a very large group of people were coming in— at least a dozen of them. Mostly guys, but there were a few women among them, too. All of them talked in loud, Irish accents and they seemed to be very happy to be at The Lucky Spell Pot.
As I looked at them closer, I realized that all the guys were actually elves— big, strapping ones, and handsome at that. And the three women were witches like myself.
I didn’t know them, and I knew they weren’t from Love’s Hollow. But that wasn’t rare for this time of year— the Harvest Festival was a touristy event that drew in people from neighboring towns and all over, really. We had hit the news a few years back, and now international people even came.
I was glad to have them and add to the already bustling number of customers. But I was just wondering where I would put them. There wasn’t a lot of space due to all the other patrons, and I would have to improvise to be able to make room for them.
“I’ll be right with you,” I told them, and they smiled at me and told me not to worry about hur
rying.
They looked like they were on a leisurely visit, with all the time in the world. It was nice to see people appearing so genuinely happy and relaxed. They took a seat at several benches I had set up near the front doors of the restaurant, for the few times that I had a wait like this.
I began hurrying to clear the tables of anyone who had left, and then I was doing my best to push the tables together so that the new group could all sit in one area. The tables were made of heavy wood though, and it was always a pain to try to slide them across the floor myself.
“Let me help you with that,” someone’s deep voice said.
Strong, muscular arms reached out and took hold of the other end of the table that I was trying to push. I had assumed it was one of the elves, but it didn’t contain an Irish accent.
I looked up from the arms to the face… and into the eyes of Robert.
Chapter Nineteen
Robert
“Why hello,” Gwendolyn said to me, as we maneuvered one table next to another.
Her cheeks were flush, and I couldn’t help but be happy that she looked excited to see me.
“I’d been wondering if I might be see you again,” she said.
“It’s nice to see you again, too,” I told her, and then wanted to kick myself.
I had planned to play it smooth and stay aloof. But now that my cock was rock hard at the sight of her curvy ass and perky tits, I found it hard to maintain my normally reserved composure. All I wanted to do was bend her over and fuck her silly.
I was quite sure that she had been spending a lot of time with my four friends. When I talked to them about it, they didn’t want to give up much information, but they seemed to hint that they were all... seeing… her at the same time. They kept telling me that I should join in on the fun, and that then I’d know what they’d been up to.