He pushed off my thong. “Ready for this?”
“Yes,” I said. “Please.”
“You’re sure?”
My skin sprung alive with pleasure everywhere he touched. “More than sure.”
Zeus pulled away. “Gimme that oil, Thor.”
Thor handed it to him and he walked around to the back of the rack. I couldn’t see him, but I could feel the brush of his dinner jacket.
Thor looked over at Odin and gestured toward me.
Odin threw off his jacket and his glasses. He came to me and kissed me, looking more beautiful than ever, and open, like a flower, though I know he’d hate the comparison.
“Odin,” I breathed.
“I didn’t want to wait either, goddess.” He kissed my breast. I wanted to touch him, to shove my hands into his gorgeous hair, but it wasn’t for now, considering my hands were tied above me.
I felt him unbutton his fly, felt the metal of his belt brush my knees as his pants fell. A condom wrapper crinkled.
Zeus’s hands roamed possessively over my buttcheeks, sliding along. He’d dipped into the oil—I could tell from the slickness of his hands. My clit tingled as he slipped a slick finger between my buttcheeks and slid it up and down along my hole, teasing me. I knew that I’d never look at olive oil dispensers on restaurant tables the same way ever again.
Just in time, Odin pressed his hips into mine from the front, allowing his cock to stroke along my seam. My brain melted at the devilishly slippery stroking, Odin in front, Zeus in back. We got up a rhythm. I was panting. Hard.
Thor roamed over to where I could see him, eyed me knowingly. He was up to something.
“This might be even better than knocking over the Prime Royale,” Zeus said.
Odin pressed his fingers against my heated core, slid two fingers along my wet folds. I gasped softly at his touch.
“You are so wet for us. You want it.”
“Yes, yes,” I whispered, closing my eyes, reveling in the sensation of his fingers stroking me, pushing me nearer and nearer to the edge.
“Eyes open, Isis,” Thor said, voice hot and hypnotic.
I obeyed, and found his cool, blue gaze. So, then. He planned to be the director. And to keep me excruciatingly aware that he was standing there in his fine suit while I hung helplessly like a naked piece of meat. Watching me be totally ravished by two men. His watching doubled the excitement.
“Look at you,” Thor whispered, as if on cue, as if he was reading my mind.
My breath sped.
“Look at Zeus and Odin using your body for their pleasure,” he added.
“Oh, yes,” I said, sort of stupidly, but what do you say to that? “Yes.”
Zeus pushed his finger harder along the seam, nearly penetrating. “You like this?”
“Yes,” I said, feeling faint.
Zeus growled. “You are such a fucking thrill whore.” I gasped as he pressed his finger just a little bit into my asshole, and then back out, curling wickedly up and down along the seam.
Thrill whore. Takes one to know one, I thought. We were all thrill whores.
He pushed his finger in deeper this time, ending this train of thought. All thought.
“You get off on the thrill of being fucked by two bank robbers while one watches,” Zeus growled.
“Yes, I do,” I said helplessly.
Odin bit my earlobe.
“Ode,” I breathed.
“Isis, wrap your legs around Odin,” Thor said. “Help her, Odin.
“Wait,” Odin grated. Roughly, he grabbed my knee and pulled up my leg. I felt the head of his cock, pressed to my hole, felt him guide it in.
I gasped as he pushed into me, filling me exquisitely. He reached around and grabbed my buttcheeks, lifting most of my weight off my arms as I swung my other leg around him.
He began to fuck me slowly, supporting me.
I closed my eyes, unsure if I could last. Did I need to think about months again?
“Stay with us,” Thor said.
I opened my eyes, fixed on Thor. That’s when I felt Zeus press two fingers into my asshole, slick and slippery with oil. He had better access, now that my legs were wrapped around Odin in front of me.
“You are so tight,” Zeus breathed, fucking me, in and out. “You want me to fuck you here?” Zeus asked.
“Yes,” I said. “I really do.”
Odin stilled, pulled out. And then I felt it, Zeus’s cock against my asshole.
“Breathe, goddess,” Thor said, crossing his legs, leaning back on a box, watching. “Odin, pull her asscheeks wide for Zeus.”
I waited for Odin to comply. I felt his magical fingers dig into my ass cheeks, pull me gently wider as his own cock pressed against my slit, teasing me.
Strangely, Odin’s holding my asscheeks wide only made Zeus’s cock feel bigger at my oil-slickened asshole. His head felt round, like a ball probing at my asshole.
Then he gripped my hip and pushed in, slowly.
His cock in my ass was a sharp surprise at first. As I relaxed it subsided into a delicious fullness. Slowly he pressed in, and when I thought he was all the way in, he filled me more.
“Oh, wow.” A kind of bliss washed through me, like he’d hit some dark trigger that flooded me with pleasure hormones. Relentlessly he pressed on into me. It was so intense and dirty to have his cock pushed into my ass, I thought I might unravel.
Odin’s fingers tightened on the flesh of my buttcheeks and he pressed his cock back into me.
They both filled me.
And then they began to thrust.
They started slowly at first, going at different paces: Zeus’s movements were heavy and ponderous. Odin fucked me at a slightly faster pace.
Or was it the other way around?
I didn’t understand the choreography of what was happening, like I somehow needed to keep track of it all, but it was difficult, due to the keen pleasure building up in the pit of my pelvis. The pleasure kept getting stoked higher by the constant and mind-blowing invasion of two cocks in me.
I almost needed them to stop, because the pleasure was building too big, too fast. I felt as if my body was no longer mine. Like I was being fucked into a chaos of pleasure.
“Breathe,” Thor said again. “Just give in. You have no choice.”
I breathed. I gave myself over to the two cocks inside me. To the two bodies against me. To the out-of-control spiral in my belly.
I groaned with pleasure as they filled and fucked me. It was like I’d left firm ground. I was nothing but feeling and need as they thrust in and out.
Thor’s voice. Something about fucking me in unison. Again he wanted me to look at him.
I managed somehow to open my eyes and look at Thor.
He leaned back with his scotch, swirling it smugly in the half shadows, holding my gaze. “You look amazing,” he whispered. “Like a dirty goddess. Just look at you.”
Then, without warning, Odin took my nipple into his mouth and bit. I gasped, and it was all over.
I cried out as my muscles clenched and clutched ecstatically against the fullness of two cocks buried inside me.
Zeus and Odin’s movement became more erratic.
One in, one out. Both in, both out, what did I care?
“Just fuck me,” I breathed.
Zeus kissed the back of my neck—sloppily, frantically.
Odin threw back his head and rammed into me hard. He stayed deep inside, groaning. I felt the frantic pulse of his cock as he came.
“Yes, Odin,” I said.
“Uh, uh, uh,” Zeus said. His hands gripped my hips and squeezed, as he pushed into me one last time, moaning.
I don’t know how long the three of us stayed entangled. I felt us come down together, first mentally, then physically.
I unlocked my legs from Odin. I felt Zeus untying my hands, shakily. I swayed against him.
“Whoa.” Odin caught us both from falling.
“Fuck.” Zeus sunk down onto the floor and took
me onto his lap.
Thor walked up with a handful of white towels. “Here ya go, you losers.” He threw them at us.
Zeus wiped the warm wet cloth between my legs. “Fuck, Isis. It wasn’t your romantic date but…”
Odin snorted, cleaning himself up. “That was more fucking-g romantic than eating Guvvey’s bistro food.”
“I love this date,” I said. “This date is going really well.”
Zeus stood me up and smoothed my hair. “Lemme get your dress.”
Odin put his mirrored purple sunglasses back on and circled his arms around my waist. “Don’t think this gets you out of anything later.”
I pushed my hands through his hair, like I’d wanted to all along. “I don’t think it.”
“You are so beautiful,” he said.
I stopped myself from saying it back. Instead, I said, “And you are a wicked motherfucker.”
He paused, watching my eyes, then he kissed me fiercely, with an abandon that was uncharacteristic for him.
We made our way back up and out into the nightclub.
Waiters brought our dinner as soon as we sat back down at our table. I wondered if they were holding it for us.
The place got more and more crowded as we ate. It had to be four in the morning, I figured. I said something about the time and Thor pointed out that this was the end of the workday for a lot of these people.
I hadn’t thought of that, but it made sense.
“I’m going to the ladies’ room,” I said, throwing my napkin onto the table.
Thor pointed at a pink glow on the other side of the bar. “Door’s over on the other side. Like an escort, goddess?”
“I think I can make it.” I grabbed my sliver clutch and headed across the place, past the dance floor, which was empty now. Apparently Matteo had wearied of his robot dancing. I headed around the bar, still a little shaky from the sex—it was so intense, in a good way. I loved thrill of being beholden to my guys. It was like extreme sports, but sexual. You didn’t bang up your knees as much.
I pushed through the pink door into a spa-like bathroom with lots of plants, and a loungey seating area that opened into a mirrored area. After I peed, I put on pink lipstick. Now that I’d changed my long red hair to short platinum, pink clothes and make-up worked for me.
Being at Guvvey’s, I felt a little bit like a debutante at a ball. I knew I should maybe have some moral qualms about all this bank-robbing talk, but I didn’t. Whatever my guys were into, that’s what I wanted to be into. They were my allies now. I wanted to help them.
I wanted to save them.
I didn’t know what that meant, really, but there had to be a way.
I snapped my clutch shut, ruffled my hair just so, and washed my hands, then turned to see three tall blonde women who hadn’t been there before, lounging in the seating area all cool, just staring at me, looking very roguish.
“Hey,” I said.
One of them stood. She was about a foot taller than me, dressed in white leather pants and a white silk blouse that contrasted with the shiny black gun in her holster and the deep brown of her skin. Her hair was dyed as bright as mine, but shorter, in rough little curls.
“You’re the sheep farmer,” she said.
“Ex-sheep farmer,” I said.
“Black Gigi,” she said, holding out a hand. “But you can call me Gigi.”
“Isis.” We shook.
She introduced the other two: Brown Gigi and White Gigi.
Brown Gigi had brown eyes and lots of tattoos and wore a red chiffon party dress that looked very 1950’s; her long hair was dyed a light caramel. And she had a tiara. White Gigi was tan and had white-blonde hair. She looked like a stripper.
Black Gigi strolled to the mirror, seeming to read my thoughts. “We’re all Gigi, okay? That’s how we like it.”
It didn’t strike me as the most efficient naming system ever, but I held my tongue.
“Nice tattoo,” White Gigi said from behind me.
“Let’s see,” Black Gigi patted the counter. “Come on, I just want to see,” she added when I hesitated.
These Gigis were so…outlandish. And they wore outrageously high-heeled platform shoes. Were they criminals of some kind? I supposed they had to be if they were here at Guvvey’s nightclub. I put up my foot and let them check out my gang tattoo. Showing it off made me feel less alone, like I was letting the Gigis know that if they messed with me, they messed with the god pack.
“Odin does some nice work,” Black Gigi said. “So you all have four lightning bolts now?”
“Yeah. I got the whole thing, and they all got an extra bolt.” I tried to act like it was normal and unremarkable.
“Sweet. But the shoes are a little sad,” Brown Gigi said. “Your boys pick those out for you?”
“We picked them out together.”
“Yeah right. Means they picked ‘em out,” Black Gigi fixed me with a gaze; her silver eyeliner and silver fake lashes made her brown eyes appear strangely deep and dark. “You get tired of taking orders from little boys…” She whipped a card out of her pocket and held it toward me with long, elegant fingers. The card was smaller and thicker than a normal business card, with rounded corners. “We know you drive, Isis. And we hear you’ve got nerve. And we’re down a member due to some grievous disrespect. You don’t seem the disrespecting type.” She smiled. “You get tired of those boys, you call us.”
“I won’t get tired of those boys,” I said coolly. “Ever. We’re together.”
Black Gigi smiled. “Gotcha.” She pushed the card closer to me. “Still, no reason you can’t make new friends, right?”
It was weird. As soon as she said it, I realized something I was deeply missing: female companionship. I’d spent my life surrounded by my sisters. I missed it. And these girls knew my guys, knew what they were into.
I took the card. There was a little line image of a giraffe on one side, and a phone number on the other. “You guys are the Giraffes?”
Black Gigi raised an eyebrow.
It made sense. They were so leggy, what with those shoes and outfits.
I thought of the story my guys told me. So they were into stealing jewels, and Matteo, the hot, thuggish robot dancer, had once been in their gang. I wondered what kind of disrespect the man had shown to get himself kicked out.
Black Gigi straightened her shirt. “You’ll be reconsidering my offer when you figure out your boys are a sinking ship.”
The hairs on the back of my neck rose. “Nobody’s sinking.”
Brown Gigi laughed. “Your guys, they’re being hunted by the worst people on earth. And how do they respond? Robbing banks in broad fucking daylight. If I had an agency like ZOX after me, I’d be on the moon if I could get there, not in the middle of fucking L.A.” She tilted her head, looked at me hard. “Takeover robberies, Isis. That’s the most difficult and fucked-up crime to pull off. They do it because it’s high-impact, high profile. It’s a big fuck you. And I’ll tell you something else: it’s a death sprint.”
I straightened up to my full height, feeling protective of my guys. “They’re awesome at bank robbing,” I said. “And we’re having fun here in L.A., so apparently it’s not as dire as you think. And we knock over banks with total impunity because we can.”
“Doesn’t make it smart,” Black Gigi said.
“It’s smart if you’re awesome at it,” I said. “ZOX wishes we were dead. In fact, we’re thinking of adding that to our tattoo.” I framed the air just as Zeus had. “You wish we were dead, motherfuckers.”
Black Gigi smiled. She seemed to find this impressive. “Yeah?”
I shrugged. “It’s an idea we’re tossing around.”
White Gigi adjusted her breasts inside her slinky white dress, pushing them up to plump out generously over the top. Her holster was silver, as was her gun. “Cowboy defiance. And also, avenging the doctor. Doctor Thor. It’s all about Thor, too. Have you figured that out yet?”
I fingered
my clutch. I didn’t like this conversation. “Have you ever been with them on a job?” I asked. “Have you ever eluded agents with them? Any of you?” I looked from one Gigi to the other. “Have you? Do you even know the extreme level at which they operate? Are you basing your doom-saying on anything at all?”
The Gigis exchanged glances.
“I’ll take that as a no,” I said. “I have seen them in operation. And I can guarantee you, they’ve got skills. Nobody’s going down. Nobody’s crashing and burning. And whoever comes after us will be sorry.”
“You’re loyal, we like that,” Black Gigi said. She snatched the card from my hands and slid it down the bodice of my dress so that it sat against my breast. The cool backs of her fingers brushed against my skin as she removed them. “If the heat gets too much, or if something happens and you want out, you come around and we’ll give you a try on a job. When you’re a Giraffe, you can have all the men you want and even manwiches, if that’s your thing, but without the side dish of cowboy decision-making. You hear what I’m saying?”
Manwiches? I felt my face heat up.
“And we wear cooler clothes,” Brown Gigi said.
“But she can’t be White Gigi,” White Gigi said.
“Nah,” Black Gigi smiled slowly. “You’ll be Pink Gigi.” With that, she turned and snapped her fingers in the air. “Gigis.”
The two Gigis followed her.
I stared after them feeling sick. Why would they say my guys were crashing and burning? I told myself it was just them wanting me to join, but I couldn’t forget that sense of doom that had washed over me in the hotel room earlier—things too bright, too wild.
But beautiful, too. And thrilling. And I did have faith that my guys were the best. And nothing was certain.
I needed to get them to start thinking about the future. Saving their money. A long range plan. Something more.
They deserved more.
I touched up my lipstick and strolled out of the bathroom and around the bar, heading to our table. Thor stood and I slid in next to Odin, who handed me a glass of champagne.
“Thanks,” I said.
He reached into the bodice of my gown and pulled out the card. “What’s this?”
“I made some new friends in the bathroom.”
Odin gave me a dark look, then slid the card to Zeus.
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