“You need a beer, buddy?” Todd asked. “Even you are going to be rendered speechless by what Haley has to tell you.”
Chase threw his jacket on the floor in the center of the room, walked over to the fridge where he grabbed a beer, and with the bottle opened he sprawled across the couch with his feet up.
“Tell me everything.” He said. I swear the guy should work for the National Enquirer.
“I have only heard a shortened version of the ‘my roommates like threesomes,’” Todd added. “Seriously, I figure we could make a movie about innocent Haley, the innocent roommate.”
“Screw you,” I said and flounced into the kitchen area where I grabbed a bottle of wine.
“You drove her to strawberry cordial, dude,” Chase yelled.
I gave him the finger.
“Come on, tell Chase everything.” He patted the couch in front of him, indicating a space near his chest. I walked over and thought ‘what the hell’ and sat down, resting my back against his midriff. His body heat soaked into my skin, I had an urge to snuggle.
“Which bit do you want to know? The I’m hopeless at sex or the gossip about my ex-roommates romantic lives?”
“Both, but start with the roommates. So, they didn’t just leave because they fell in love?”
“Well, they did, but they both had awesome, amazing sexcapades.”
“Aww, honey. You sound jealous?” Chase sat up and pulled me under his arm. I thought I would die of lust as his toned arm wrapped around me and he pulled my head under his chin, stroking my hair. “You will get laid sweetheart, it will happen. No need to be embarrassed about still being a virgin.”
I knocked his arm off me. “I am not a virgin. I am just awful at sex.”
Chase looked at me and smirked.
“Stop tormenting her, Chase, or she will withhold the gossip.” Todd threatened.
“Sorry, Haley.” Chase tried his hardest to make a contrite face but the smirk at the corner of his mouth remained.
“Do you want to know about Kayla and Tiffany?” I asked.
“Totally, yes,” Chase answered.
“Then give your mouth a break and your ears a turn.”
Todd laughed, a great hearty rumble erupted from his throat. “You’ve been told.” He went to get himself a beer and made himself comfortable in the chair near the couch.
“Okay, so Tiff first. None of the girls hide anything so I am not telling you anything I shouldn’t. She works for Greens like me and one day she got an email from a mystery guy called H. It said all this stuff he wanted to do to her, you know dirty stuff. She thought it was a pervert and then she went to show a condo and the businessman was him. His name’s Henry Carter and he owns a sex club called Club S.
“Club S? Yeah, we’ve been there. There’s a Club X too in New York. I might open Club O, that’s the one everyone would wanna visit.”
Todd rolled his eyes.
“Anyways, Brandon moved in next door and Tiffany and he fell in love but they ended up having threesomes for a while with H. Meanwhile I couldn’t land one guy.”
Chase and Todd exchanged glances.
“I know. You want me to carry on. Okay, so then there is Kayla who’d had a crush on her stepfather for-ev-er, except he wasn’t really sorta her stepfather because it turned out he and her mother were never together, if you get me, and then she goes to visit him and Parker is there, her mom’s new stepson and she starts a relationship with both of them. Here I am again with no one, I repeat no one, and they have both had two guys.”
I then realize I am shouting this fact out to two hot guys and clamp my mouth shut, should they think I am hinting. I kinda hope they think I’m hinting.
“Anyhow, Tiffany moved in with Brandon and they got married; Kayla moved in with Daniel and Parker a few months back and now I have you guys to be my new friends who have to listen to my tales of woe in the dating department.”
“I don’t remember that being on the lease,” Todd added, with a wink.
“Small print. So tiny ya can’t see it.” I replied.
“So, onto you and your ‘tales of woe’,” Chase says.
“Okay.” I shuffle myself closer to Chase. “I have only had one full on lover and he said I was a pretty bad lover. I thought he was just being bitter when we broke up, but then when I have gone passed first base with other guys I have either had radio silence afterwards or, they tell me I can’t give blow jobs right. The guy I dated last, a fellow Realtor from Greens said I was the reason he couldn’t get it up.”
“That’s bullshit. My dick often goes stiff in your presence, Haley.” Chase added.
“Chase. For God’s sake.” Todd said.
He shrugged. “It’s true. Yours does too, tell her.”
I held my hand up. “That’s okay, Todd.” I leaned over and hugged Chase. “But thank you, Chase, for trying to help.”
“See, now you made it happen again.”
I looked at him horrified and moved a little further away.
“Joking! Oh, girl you are so cute. Seriously, these guys who you have been dating. They are losers. They are making it up to cover their own failings.”
I shook my head. “Maybe, but there is truth in it. Kayla had me demonstrate a blow job on a bottle. I was hopeless. You should have seen their faces. Complete disbelief. She told Tiffany that she had to teach me with either bananas or dildos. I chose bananas and I bought my own because you never know what is happening around their apartment.” I pulled a face.
“So, what happened?” Chase asked.
“I still suck at blow jobs and I now hate bananas.”
“Oh girl, you need to get some proper practice. You can’t learn how to suck a guy off on a banana. Our man parts aren’t fruit, although my ass is kinda peachy.” Chase added.
“She wanted to come watch a film being made.” Todd said, “to learn.”
“We will take you to watch one sometime but that is not how you learn. Now, here take my beer bottle, show me. It can’t have been that bad.”
I took the bottle from him and wrapped my mouth around it like Tiff had said to do, then tried to hollow out my cheeks and suck.
“Oh my God, it’s like a puffer fish,” Chase exclaimed.
“I told you. I suck at sucking.” I yelled. Then I stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind me.
I sat back on my own bed, tears welling in the corner of my eyes. I had done my damnedest to be a good girl my whole life. Never did drugs, passed my exams by studying hard. I deserved to be able to have a damn good fucking. It wasn’t fair. My rabbit made me feel things my first boyfriend, Liam never had, so I knew there was more out there to experience. I just needed to do it. Maybe I would have to ask Henry for a membership to Club S. I could wear a mask and ask men if I could suck their cocks. At least if I was useless at it they would not see my face and hey, practice made perfect, right? I decided that after work that next day I would ask Tiffany if she was still in touch with Henry and to get me a membership card.
The next morning I apologized to the guys. I hoped I hadn’t put them off as tenants by being such a girl. I grabbed a coffee in my takeout cup, stuck a slice of toast in between my teeth and headed out for Green’s. I was hoping to get a good bonus this month as there was a pair of five inch Ferragamo’s with my name on them. When you’re short like me, heels are everything and these were everything and more. They were a high heel pump with a black ankle strap and a see-through mesh body with a matching trim.
I headed through the door of the office. Green’s was a glass-fronted building located on 7th Avenue. I said good morning to the reception staff and strolled through to my part of the large open-plan office. Deciding I needed more stimulation before I attacked the day, I went into the staff room and pressed the necessary buttons to ensure a perfect latte emerged from the expensive coffee machine in situ.
“Morning, Haley.” I turned around to see Malcolm had just come in. Malcolm of the disastrous ‘I can’t get it up
it’s your fault,’ date.
“Malcolm,” I said tersely. I really didn’t want to speak to him.
“Haley.” He walked in front of me so I had no choice but to look at him. He was around five feet ten, slim built, with ash-blond hair and green eyes. His eyes were nice, they looked kindly, which kinda sucked. That’s why I had said yes to a date. Shame he was an asshole.
“Sorry, do you want to get to the coffee machine?” I grabbed my drink and backed away.
“No.” He placed a hand on my arm. “I wanted to apologize. For when we went out. I was an idiot and not a gentleman. I was embarrassed, you know. I-I’ve never had that happen to me before. So I blamed you. It was bad form and I’m sorry. I’m also sorry it has taken me so long to come and apologize to you.”
“It hurt me, Malcolm. I felt embarrassed too. Like I was less of a woman you know.”
“That’s how I felt Haley, less of a man. I really am so, so sorry. Please, could I take you out again?”
I opened my mouth to protest but he interrupted.
“Just dinner. To a really nice restaurant. We can talk, get to know each other. Please. Let me take you out and spoil you. You deserve it. I want you to see that is not who I really am.”
I sighed and closed my eyes for a moment. I did enjoy eating and here was a free dinner. I opened my eyes. “Okay. Dinner only. I will not be coming back to yours.”
“Well, maybe another time we might try again, but for now, dinner. Fantastic. I will pick you up at eight?”
I nodded and then took my coffee back out to the office. We had a large apartment development coming up to sell soon and I needed to spend some time working on my sales pitch if I was to land it for my portfolio. I looked down at my feet and admired my Jimmy Choos. I won’t abandon you, I promised them. You just have to learn to share.
“You are doing what? Going out with that asshole again. Over my dead body Haley Martin.”
I had never seen Chase angry before but he looked like he was going to punch a wall. “Todd.” He shouted down the corridor. “Get out here now.”
Todd emerged from his room out into the hallway, rubbing his eyes. “I was having a nap. What’s going on?”
“Haley, here, has decided to go on another date with Floppy dick.”
“His name is Malcolm.”
“I can’t think of anything that goes with an M, all right? So I have named his penis instead.”
“You named another man’s penis?”
“Yes, and it is not the first time. Is it Todd?”
Todd shook his head, “It really isn’t.”
“Cancel and we will take you out instead,” Todd said, looking at Chase for his approval.
“Yes, let us take you out. We are much more fun.” Chase agreed.
“Thanks, guys, but it is just dinner. He is taking me out because he wants to say sorry for what happened that’s all. It is just to clear the air. I am going, because it has made work awkward, so I need to do this, okay?”
“I am not happy,” Chase replied. “Do not give him anything. Not any tongue, or a hand job. Nothing.”
“Yes, all right. I won’t anyway in case I gave him another reason to tell me I was hopeless in bed.”
“Go on your date, lady. Sorry, on your dinner. We are not even calling this a date, and then straight home. We’ll be having a chat tomorrow about this whole,” he flamboyantly wafted his hand all the way down the front of me, but did an extra couple of circles near my pussy, “situation.”
I sighed. “Fine, but right now I am going to get ready for my dinner.” I left them in the corridor and returned to my room. They were more trouble and more dramatic than the girls.
Chapter Three
Haley
Malcolm had chosen a steakhouse on 84th Street. When he was due to come pick me up I had waited outside, rather than let Chase be in shouting distance of him. Malcolm’s eyes had trailed down my body and I was about to call him on it when he informed me I was probably overdressed for where we were going.
When he had said he was taking me for an apology dinner to a nice restaurant I had wrongly anticipated a nice little Italian like we had gone to on our first date, so the steakhouse had taken me by surprise. Don’t get me wrong I loved eating in any place but I wished he would have given me a heads up on the location of dinner. I had on a little black dress and heels and wished I could tap my shoes Dorothy style and be in a pair of jeans and a checked button down, with sneakers on my feet.
We ordered two porter house on the green and Malcolm ordered a beer while I asked for water. I wanted to keep a clear head and make sure I didn’t fall for any of his sales bullshit. He was a good Realtor and that sales charm extended outside of work.
Within five minutes of being there, I once again wished for sneakers so I could run the hell home. We had shared about three sentences of conversation and the subject of the weather was completely exhausted.
I took a sip of my water and looked around the restaurant. There were couples and families, all engaged in conversation. They wore happy smiles on their faces while they tucked into their food. I wanted that. I wanted to be in a restaurant with my significant others, having a great time. Not stuck here with Malcolm. God, please let my steak get here soon, so I could make my excuses and leave.
“So, about the last time, we got together-”
“It’s okay, really.”
“No, look. I wanted to say. It had been a while for me.”
“Oh, okay.”
“So, that is probably part of why we had trouble that night, as well as, you know.”
I felt my neck tense up. “As well as what?”
“Never mind.”
At that point, the waitress delivered our steaks and mine looked so mouth-wateringly delicious that I didn’t question Malcolm any further because I didn’t want to stab him to death with my steak knife and be prevented from eating it.
“What do you think about the development of King Park on the Upper East Side?” Malcolm asked. That was the new development I had been trying to get for my portfolio and no doubt a hungry salesman like Malcolm wanted it too.
“It looks great. I’m sure we will sell most of the apartments off plan, given the location.”
Malcolm rambled on about how amazing for families it would be. Personally, I didn’t agree. I thought it would make a great place for wealthy businessmen to install their mistresses in a home from home when they were in New York on business, but I wasn’t going to share my views. I finished my steak, wiped my mouth with a napkin and sat back.
“Would you like a dessert?” He asked.
“No, thank you, Malcom. I am feeling a little tired. If it’s okay with you, I would like to go home now.”
“Before you go...”
“Yeah?” I sighed.
“I have a proposition for you.”
I started to get up from the table before he tried to get in my pants again.
“It’s about Greens.”
When I realized it was about business, I relaxed and turned to him.
“What’s that?”
“I thought we could partner up on King Park. We could be a killer team, Haley. We’re both great at sales and we are both hot. You can flirt with the husbands, and me the wives, right?”
I was simply speechless. Was this man for real?
“Then I thought we could extend our partnership back home.” He winked. He actually fucking winked at me. “I figure I will have no problems from here on out and I don’t mind giving you a few pointers on technique.”
Thank goodness I had not finished my carafe of water because it was in easy reach and gave me much more satisfaction dripping down Malcolm’s face than it had my throat. I most definitely preferred red wine.
“You arrogant ass,” I screamed.
Malcolm’s eyes swept around the restaurant, noting the faces of the people who had stopped eating and were now our captive audience.
“I will land King Park by myself and as for
your limp hot-dog, (I was mindful there were children listening), find another roll for it because it is certainly not getting eaten by me.” I threw some dollars on the table to cover my portion of the bill because there was no way I was owing the guy anything, then I turned on my heel and stomped out, waving down a cab and heading back to my own apartment far earlier than I had envisioned. I had really wanted a sundae too.
It wasn’t even ten pm and yet the lights were out at the front of the apartment. Looked like Chase and Todd might have gone out too. I was glad. It meant I could sulk on the couch for a couple hours and watch a movie, preferably something where a godawful guy got beaten to death. I opened the door of the apartment and saw a light was on in Chase’s room. Did he ever turn them off and think about the environment? I hung my coat, dropped my purse in the hallway and walked down to his room to turn it off. Then I heard moaning. I stopped in my tracks. Shit. Did Chase have a woman in his room?
Then I heard Chase’s voice as clear as day yell out.
“Fuck, Todd, I’m coming.”
What the hell?
I tiptoed down the corridor. My mind yelled at me to go back to my room but my body propelled me forwards. I stared through the crack between the door and the door jamb and my heart thudded at the scene in front of me. Todd was laid across Chase’s chest, his cock in his hand. His dick was huge, with thick veins and was an angry purple as if it was desperate to explode. Chase’s dick laid at the side of his leg, cum smeared on it after he had clearly just shot his load. I knew I should back away, this was private, but I was in shock. How had I not realized they were a couple? Had they deliberately tried to conceal it from me or was I just that goddamn naive and stupid I hadn’t noticed what was in front of my face? I was certainly noticing what was in front of my face now. Two cocks. I examined Chase’s. Though it was currently not erect, it appeared a decent size and was quite wide. Two huge dicks. They were lucky guys. I stayed by the doorway as Todd reached over to grab a bottle of lube. He tipped some out into his hand and then coated his dick. Then he lowered himself further down and lining his cock with Chase’s ass, he thrust forward into Chase’s puckered hole. Chase gasped, his face contorting in ecstasy as he placed his hand back on his own cock, which stirred into life. I watched the men in front of me fuck. Todd thrusting away until sweat beaded his forehead, Chase’s head hitting the headboard with each thrust. They were caught in a frenzied fuck until with a shout Todd reached his release, filling Chase’s ass with his cum. Then he shuffled right off the end of the bed and took Chase’s cock in his mouth where he sucked it until Chase came again, swallowing his load and licking his lips. I quietly backed away, not wanting to intrude on any intimacy. What I had done, spying on them like that was bad enough. I tiptoed back to my own room, where I stripped off my clothes, wiped the make up from my face and hit the shower. In the privacy of my own bathroom, away from the other bedrooms and with the shower masking any sounds, I let the tears fall, while I reached some kind of hysteria. Not only was I so bad in bed people felt they had to offer me lessons, but I was the only woman in the world who could get herself two hot roommates and discover they were gay. I sat on the floor of the shower while water cascaded down me and sobbed until I had nothing left to give.
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