Just Pretend

by Juliana Conners

  Dante

  I grab the document and think about crinkling it up in my hand but I know I’ll need it. Fuck Dante. If this is his peace offering he can stick it up his ass.

  I think about my past, growing up in Dante’s shadow. He had always been the one providing for us, rescuing us, making all the decisions. I was grateful for it but now I just feel resentful.

  He probably thinks that because he always took care of me, he’s in charge and can do whatever he wants. He can even keep for himself what he had promised to share with me.

  Well, not this time. I’m taking what’s fucking mine.

  I drive to Jessica’s place, determined to act cool, calm and collected. I’m going to fuck her alone, without Dante’s permission, and I know she’ll let me.

  I see the way she looks at me. She’s in love with me. Sure, she’s in love with Dante too but for once I’m going to be the one to steal her away from him.

  Then I’ll break her heart before she can break mine. I’ll tell her that I’m done with her, and she’s free to run and squeal about us to her fucking senate committee. Because I’ll be done with Dante too. My name will be off of The Fun House and all interests and liabilities will be his.

  But when I get to Jessica’s apartment, she’s not there either. I pound on the door but there’s no answer. I call her, but there’s still no answer.

  If she and Dante have gone off somewhere together I’m going to fucking kill them.

  I think about her glistening eyes, her soft laugh and her warm, welcoming pussy.

  I guess she’s using me to further her career just like Samantha did. But I still can’t get her out of my fucking mind.

  I never should have let her walk into The Fun House. Or into my life. Because now I don’t want to let her out of it, no matter what she’s done.

  Chapter 25 – Jessica

  I hand in my report by sliding it under Senator Sentara’s door. And then I head to The Fun House.

  I never thought I would commit career suicide like this. But then again, I never thought I’d do any of the things I’ve done since agreeing to go undercover and especially since meeting the Rossi brothers.

  And I’d do it all over again in a heartbeat. They’ve opened up a side of me that I never even knew existed.

  Now I just hope it’s not too late to save what I know we have together.

  I walk into the office and find Dante and Marino huddled together, talking fervently. They look up at me as I walk in, as if they’re surprised to see me here.

  “What are you doing here?” Dante asks me, sounding annoyed.

  I’ve known that something was up ever since they had to leave the other night. And I’m prepared for whatever they have to say to me. But I just hope they’ll hear me out, because I have something I want to say to them.

  “I came to tell you that my initial reasons for coming to The Fun House were not as I presented them,” I admit.

  “No shit,” Dante says.

  “I admit, initially I was here as an enemy,” I continue. “But something happened. I fell in love with you.”

  “With who?” Marino says, barely looking up at me.

  “With both of you.”

  Two handsome sets of eyes stare back at me, but not in the way that they once did.

  “I just came to give you this,” I tell them, and hand Marino a copy of the same report I’d given to the committee earlier.

  He lays it on the desk.

  “That’s fine, Jessica. But I don’t want to read anything. I just want to fuck you one more time. And then never look at your traitorous face again.”

  “What?”

  I look back and forth at Marino and Dante. I’m surprised that they want to have anything to do with me, if they know the truth about me, which I’m assuming they do.

  “Look, Doll,” Dante says, with the reserved air of someone who barely knows me. “I thought long and hard about what to do about you. You caused a big rift between Marino and I.”

  Marino glares at me, as if to confirm it.

  “But I told him that even though I’ve made mistakes in the past, I was totally above board with you. Which is more than I can say about you.”

  “Dante, Marino, I…”

  “Be quiet,” Dante says. “I’m talking. I told him that you and I have never met up without him knowing. We’ve never been together without him knowing.”

  “Of course not,” I say, when I’m sure he’s finished talking. “I love what I have with both of you…”

  “Be quiet,” Dante says. “I know you do. And that’s why I figured that the best punishment would be for us to leave you. But not until we have our way with you, one last time.”

  My body stiffens with excitement and a mixture of emotions. I’m upset that I won’t get to see them again. But I’m also excited to be with them one last time, which is more than I expected.

  “I’m glad that you and Dante were never alone with each other,” Marino says. “And I know that even if you started out to hurt us, you really did feel something for us.”

  “I did,” I assure him. “I do.”

  “But too late for that now,” Marino continues. “There is loyalty among brothers, forgiveness no matter what. But that doesn’t extend to you.”

  He gulps, as if he’s maybe second guessing what he’s saying. As if perhaps there’s still some hope.

  But then he swallows with resolve.

  “So that’s why it has to be over,” he pronounces. “After this.”

  “Dance for us one last time,” Dante says.

  I obediently sway from side to side.

  “I need some music,” I tell him.

  He goes to the computer and turns on Aaliyah’s Baby Baby Baby.

  “Take off your clothes,” he says.

  I continue dancing while shedding my clothes. Dante’s eyes travel up and down my naked body, taking in every bare part of me. But Marino’s eyes don’t leave my own. They look hurt, but also turned on.

  “I know you like dancing for us,” he says. “Even if you didn’t think you would.”

  I want to tell him he couldn’t be more right. That’s exactly what happened. I danced for them and fell in love with them.

  But I don’t talk. I just dance as I’m told, now totally naked as both sets of eyes keep staring at me.

  “And I know you only like dancing for us, not all of those guys out there,” Dante says, nodding towards the main floor where right now other dancers are on stage.

  He’s right too. At first I enjoyed the power of many eyes looking at me, wanting me, paying me to dance for them. But as soon as I was with Dante and Marino, all I wanted to do was dance for them. So it’s a good thing they always wanted it that way too.

  “Come here,” Marino says, his hand patting the desk on which Dante had just put the report I gave them.

  I walk up to it and he bends me over the desk. Dante takes off his tie and ties my arms up to a chair on one side of the desk. Marino takes off his tie and ties one of my legs to the leg of the other side of the desk. And then Dante takes off his belt and ties my other leg to the other leg of the desk.

  “Now we have you right where we want you,” Dante says.

  He slaps my ass, which is sticking straight up in the air and exposed to them, as is my pussy.

  “We have to punish you for what you did to us,” Marino says. “And wouldn’t you know, after we’ve gotten done tying you up, we still have one belt left.”

  I hear the sound of his leather belt whisking out of his pants. He cracks it in the air.

  “Are you willing to accept your punishment?” he asks.

  I nod, bracing myself for the impending whip. I’ve never done anything like this before, and I feel a mixture of fear and excitement.

  Whap.

  Marino’s belt meets my ass and stings it hard.

  “Ouch!” I cry, instinctively trying to reach back and touch the spot where the belt had hit me, which is no doubt turning red. But my
hands are tied, so I end up just flinching.

  “That’s a good girl,” Dante says. “Take your punishment like a champ.”

  He walks over to me and hits me hard with his bare hand.

  Slap.

  My other ass cheek is stinging now, almost as badly as from the belt whip. Both Dante and Marino grab one of my ass cheeks and squeeze it.

  “We’re going to make you sorry you ever came sniffing around here to snitch on us,” Dante says, as he pinches my ass cheek in the same spot where Marino had just hit it with a belt.

  “Owww,” I cry out, barely able to take any more pain. “Please. Please be gentle.”

  Dante says, “I believe I’m owed a piece of this ass.”

  I grip the legs of the chair and feel my ass hole clenching tight.

  “You can do that,” I tell him. “I already said you can do it any time. But please don’t be too rough.”

  “Oh don’t worry,” Marino says, taking out his huge cock and sticking it into my mouth. “You’ll be a bit too busy being choked by my cock to pay attention to what Dante is doing to your ass.”

  I do my best to suck on Marino’s cock but he’s jamming it down my throat hard and fast. It’s all I can do to keep from choking it.

  Then Dante’s inside me just as hard and fast, fucking my ass and saying, “I’m claiming this as mine too. You’ll always be mine even though we can’t be together because you’re a fucking lying snitch.”

  I have to admit that this hate fuck is really hot. And it almost sounds like Dante still loves me and wants to be with me. I refuse to give up hope, even as he’s shredding my ass hole with his cock.

  I know he has every right to be mad at me. I’ve definitely done him wrong. I just hope he can realize how sorry I am and how much I wish I could take everything back.

  Of course I still want to have met him and Marino. But under different circumstances. More honest ones.

  Dante teases me by playing with my clit as he fucks my ass and I suck on Marino’s cock. But every time I get close to coming, he takes his hand away.

  “You’re not allowed to come,” he tells me. “I’m never going to let you come again.”

  He’s right, and probably even more so than he knows. If I can’t be with Dante and Marino I don’t want to be with anyone. And even if I try to be, it will probably be so dull compared to what I have with them.

  He spanks me with the belt again while he thrusts his cock in and out of me. Meanwhile I’m deep throating Marino’s cock when he’s not taking it out and spanking my face with it.

  I deserve this punishment. I even like this punishment, except for the part about not being allowed to come. It’s hot in a way that’s different from the lovey dovey stuff I’ve experienced with them. But I just hope they’ll let me have that with them again.

  Dante brings me right to the edge of an orgasm but then stops.

  “Please,” I beg him. “Please let me come.”

  Suddenly it’s not hot any more. It’s not fun. It’s torture to want to come and not be able to. And to think that this is the last time they’ll fuck me.

  I imagine my nights spent thinking about them and masturbating as my only form of release. My days spent trying to find a new job and forget about the fact that I was once in love with two men at the same time.

  “I’m going to come in your ass now,” Dante says, grabbing my hips and pulling me back even further into him.

  At the same time, Marino pulls my head closer, his cock engulfing my throat.

  I’m being held tightly by both of them for the last time ever, and I cry out in a mixture of pain, pleasure and sadness.

  Dante comes in my ass while Marino comes in my mouth. They hold onto me— Dante onto my hips and Marino onto my ass— for a little longer than they need to, as if saying their final goodbye. And I can’t help myself. I start crying.

  “You guys,” I say, looking up at Marino and then trying to turn back to look at Dante but not being able to get very far towards that goal, due to the restraints. “I’m so sorry. If you’ll just read what I—”

  “No,” says Marino, shaking his head with a look of betrayal, disgust but also pleasure on his face. “You need to go now.”

  They untie me and Dante picks me up off the desk and stands me upright. My ass cheek stings as I put my clothes on, from where they’d hit me with the belt. And my ass hole hurts from Dante fucking it so hard.

  But nothing hurts as much as my heart. I had always known that if they found out, they would be done with me. I guess I should feel lucky to get one last hate fuck. Even though it turned out not to be very satisfying for me, I always enjoy bringing them pleasure.

  I nod at them as I turn to go, but they’re barely looking at me. I suppose they can’t. They don’t want to let me know what I meant to them, even though I already do.

  I leave the office and look around at The Fun House, which has changed me in ways I didn’t even know were imaginable. And then I walk out of it and into whatever lies ahead, now that I’m no longer part of the wonderful threesome that was Jessica, Marino and Dante.

  Chapter 26 – Dante

  “Fuck.”

  I’m only just now reading what Jessica brought for us to read.

  It’s her final committee report, in the form of a letter that has been stamped as hand delivered earlier today.

  Dear Senator Santara,

  Please accept this letter as my final report to the Senate Ethics Committee. After spending over a month in an undercover investigation of The Fun House and specifically its owners, Dante and Marino Rossi, I have found no evidence of any illegal or unethical activity. In fact I have found the Rossi brothers to be upstanding members of the community who are wrongly judged based on their chosen business, which, I may note, hires many employees.

  I realize that this was not the intended result of this operation and that the Committee will not be pleased. Therefore I officially offer my resignation. I cannot be part of a witch hunt into fellow community members no matter what it might do for my career.

  Sincerely,

  Jessica Mason

  “Holy shit,” Marino says, shaking his head as he stares at the report. “She didn’t go through with it after all.”

  “It doesn’t matter,” I tell him, quickly heading off his train of thought because it’s clearly only going to places that are no good. “The fact is that she came here in the first place to rat on us, and she never informed us of that. We can’t continue on with someone that disloyal.”

  “But she was clearly coming here to inform us of why she had originally come, and to tell us that she hadn’t gone through with it.”

  “Marino, just stop giving her the benefit of the doubt.”

  He slams his hands on the same desk on which we’d just had Jessica tied up. I can’t help but feel a little bad about that. Sure, she’d seemed into it. And I was glad we could have one last time together no matter how mad I’d been at her.

  But now that I found out what she had really come here to tell us, I figure that such a harsh punishment wasn’t exactly necessary. I could have at least let her come.

  “Do you ever forgive anyone?” Marino asks me, causing me to look up at him in confusion.

  “What are you talking about?” I ask.

  “Well, I just forgave you of some pretty heinous things,” I tell him. “With Samantha? When you called multiple times and begged me to forgive you?”

  “That’s not the same,” I quickly say. “You’re not in love with Samantha anymore. It had happened in the past. Jessica ripped my fucking heart out.”

  He looks at me differently now, as if calling me on a bet.

  “I knew it,” he says. “You really do love her.”

  “I did love her,” I correct him. “But yes.”

  “You’ve never loved anyone before,” he says. “Except for me, of course. And you can’t find it in your heart to forgive her? Even after she quit her job for you?”

  “That’s the
least she should have done.”

  Now I’m punching the desk in anger. Why is he being so irrational? He’s supposed to be the brains of the operation and he’s trying to convince me to stay hung up on someone who is clearly disloyal.

  Or is this just my fucking brain’s way of trying to disentangle my heart from hers? From theirs?

  “She never should have come here to try to fuck with us,” I tell him. “That can’t be undone. Never.”

  “You’d do anything to avoid risk when it comes to love, wouldn’t you?” Marino says.

  He gets his coat.

  “Where are you going?” I ask him.

  “You might not want to forgive her, but I’m obviously better at that than you are,” he says.

  “What the fuck is that supposed to mean? Why are you being such an ass?”

  “I’m just not letting her get away,” he says. “You can do what you want. For once I’m making my own decision.”

  Part of me is mad at him but part of me is proud of him. My “little brother,” the closest thing to family that I’ve ever had, has finally grown up. And he’s forcing me to do something that I know is good for me but that I just didn’t want to admit.

  “Fine,” I tell him. “But I still have a club to run.”

  “You do that,” he says, on his way out the door. “I have a relationship to save. Or at least two-thirds of it.”

  Chapter 27 – Marino

  Fucking Dante. He’s always been so stubborn. He always has to be right.

  But I’m not going to let him be right this time. Because that wouldn’t be good for him. I have to remember what’s important, and the good things we’ve found with Jessica. For my sake as well as Dante’s.

  There are certain things in life that one never forgets. I will never forget when child protective services came to take Dante and me from the house we shared with our roommate mothers. I was so fucking scared, and Dante was all I had.

  He held onto my hand and told me, “Don’t worry, I’m here with you.” And he kept his word, from then until now.