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  By the time Greg and Chase came out of the office, the store was closed and Lacey was ringing up the last customer of the night.

  “Lacey, Chase is going to follow me back to my place, catch up on old times; why don’t you come too? We’ll have a nice dinner and some drinks, it’s been a long time since Chase and I have seen each other.”

  “Yea, well,” Lacey stared at Greg, “I don’t think it’s a good idea, you two must have lots to talk about I’m sure.”

  “Come on Lacey,” Chase’s voice was almost pleading, “it would be nice if you came too. If you want to leave right after dinner I’ll take you home.”

  “Alright, I’ll go, but you’ll have to take me home. I came to work on the bus today and they stop running in another hour.”

  “I’ll take you home,” Chase said, “since I’ll be going back to my place anyway.”

  Greg really wanted some alone time with Lacey, but knew Chase wouldn’t let him - right away.

  *****

  Lacey thought back to her conversation with Gina, and Gina’s shocking three-way revelation. I wonder, have Greg and Chase had ever shared a woman? Would they be shocked if I told them I’ve dreamed of having two lovers? Would they think something was wrong with me for having those thoughts? The only thing she knew about Chase was he dated a lot, but she had no idea if he was into threesomes.

  Once inside Greg’s house, he took her coat and offered her something to drink. “Thanks, wine would be fine; maybe it’ll settle my nerves.”

  Greg smiled and winked, “Nothing to be nervous about Lacey. Chase and I go way back; I won’t do anything,” he paused, “unless you want me to.”

  Lacey took a larger than normal drink of wine to steady her nerves. Great. Now I’m going to be thinking of him pulling on my nipples with his teeth. I’m already wet thinking about it.

  “So Lacey, how long have you been working at Breathless Whispers?

  “About six months.”

  “She’s one of the best employees I’ve ever had,” Chase boasted. “A top seller.”

  “Thanks Chase, I love modeling sexy things.”

  Lacey watched as Greg refilled her wine glass. Did I finish it already? I must be more nervous than I thought. “Greg, I didn’t know Gina was your sister. I haven’t known her long, but we have lunch sometimes and today she showed me a photo of you.”

  “Yes, we’re very close. Gina’s younger than I am, and I was only eighteen when I became her guardian after our parents died.”

  Lacey stared at her wine glass, “Uh -Gina told me she was living with two of your friends, Grant and Hudson.”

  Greg took a long swallow of his drink before saying anything. “Yes, she is. Gina married Hudson, but she sleeps with both of them. It’s - uh - so let’s talk about you.”

  Lacey was feeling bolder than ever, was now the moment? “Can I ask both of you a question?” She took another sip of her wine, several sips in fact. “Have you ever - shared women you’ve dated?”

  Chase and Greg didn’t hesitate with their answer, “Yes, we’ve shared on several occasions.”

  “Does that bother you, Lacey? Chase asked.

  “Not really. I mean, I’ve often fantasized about being shared by two men.”

  “We’d be more than happy to fulfill your fantasies Lacey,” Greg said. “In fact, Chase and I have already talked about it.”

  “Really? I want to be with both of you, too!” The words had barely left her mouth when her eyes widened and she clamped her hand over her mouth. Oh shit! I said it. She looked at her wine glass. In Vino Veritas. Her dream of having two men giving her a night of pleasure was really going to happen. Euphoria turned to despair. What if they were disappointed in her? What if Chase fired her from Breathless Whispers? Second thoughts drifted into her mind; should she tell them she wanted to go home, that she’d changed her mind? No, she wanted this – needed this - and nothing was going to stop her tonight from making her dreams come true.

  Greg grabbed her hand, and with Chase following close behind, they walked upstairs to his bedroom. Greg cupped her breasts through her blouse and thumbed her nipples as Lacey sagged against Chase.

  The next thing Lacey knew her skirt was being unzipped and her blouse unbuttoned. Her lace bra followed, and at the same time her thong was pushed down her thighs and over her heels. The heels were the last to go. Two sets of eager male hands disposed of her clothes as if they were on fire. Gloriously naked, she stood between Chase and Greg. The looks on their faces told her they found her desirable. Greg lifted her in his arms and placed her on the bed. Chase and Greg stood, memorized by the beauty waiting for them to take her where she’d never been before.

  Lacey watched as they removed their clothes, her eyes taking in each bit of spectacular man flesh that she would feast on. Both were so different, yet they were equally hot looking men. The knowledge they both wanted her was intoxicating.

  They sprawled on the bed, one on each side of her. Greg moved up to her face and kissed her intensely, thrusting his tongue into her mouth. Lacey returned the kiss with as much heat.

  Chase licked his way from the nipple he’d been suckling down to her belly button ring, taking it into his mouth. When he gave it a slight tug between his teeth, she whimpered.

  With a grin, Chase spread her thighs with his hands, and ran a finger along her folds, testing her wetness. Oh yeah, she’s almost ready for us He licked up and down her slit, nibbling on her clit, until she shuddered with need.

  Greg’s tongue flicked at her puckered nipples and she arched her back, thrusting her breasts high, offering him more.

  “Please…” she panted.

  “I can’t wait to bury myself inside that wet pussy of yours, while Chase fucks your hot ass,” Greg began tracing a line with his tongue down her stomach. “But first I’ve got to have a taste of your honey.”

  They switched places, and now Chase licked her nipples, his teeth pulling gently on one. She squealed, and he grinned.

  Greg nestled between her quivering thighs and greedily lapped at her dripping lips.

  “I want both of you inside me- NOW,” she panted.

  Eyes half-closed with her arousal, Lacey watched as Greg and Chase placed condoms over their hard shafts. She wished they would hurry up; she couldn’t last much longer.

  Greg moved onto his back and Chase helped her straddle him. Before either one could stop her, she slid down his length, taking him all in. Greg pulled her down and kissed her.

  Something cold ran on her puckered opening and she felt a finger rimming it, rubbing the lubrication around. It was uncomfortable, but she’d had anal sex before and was ready to fill that void. Soon there were two fingers, then three scissoring her opening. All the while, Greg continued to kiss her and then Chase slowly entered her tight hole. He grabbed her hips as he pushed forward inch by inch until he filled her.

  Lacey took their cocks, felt the pulsing heat inside her. Chase moved first, then Greg, each of them thrusting in perfect rhythm. Lacey thought she would die from the pleasure of both of them. Only moments passed before she tightened around them in a euphoric release, with Greg and Chase soon following.

  Chase helped Lacey roll off Greg and he crawled up on the bed, cuddling as close to Lacey as possible.

  Three

  Lacey got off at her usual bus stop as she walked the two blocks to Breathless Whispers. She had this strange feeling someone was following her, yet every time she looked over her shoulder, there wasn’t anyone there. In fact, for the last week she thought someone was following her; maybe it’s my imagination.

  Working in a lingerie store did bring out some strange people sometimes. One man told her he was looking for something hot for his wife, but wanted Lacey to model a few since she looked so much like her. Of course after she’d displayed herself, he pretended he was an agent and said she’d be the perfect model for his company. She played smart and asked for a business card so she could think about it; but of course, he didn’t have
one on him and it was the last she ever saw of him.

  Breathless Whispers was already fairly busy when she arrived and the next three hours were a blur for Lacey. Chase came in around noon so she and the other girl who opened the store could take their lunch. She thought it odd when he didn’t say anything to her, especially after last night. A flower shop van was leaving the store when she returned from lunch. There was no flower shop in the immediate area, so it must have delivered flowers. Excited, she walked behind the counter and spied a long box with her name on it. Inside the box was her favorite, a single dark red rose, but no card or note of any kind. Is this from Chase? And why did he disappear in his office as soon as I walked in?

  After helping a customer, she went into his office, “Chase, was the rose from you? I couldn’t find a card, only my name on the box. I really love it; roses are my favorite flower.”

  Chase avoided looking at her, “No, I didn’t.”

  Lacey’s smile faded from her face and she gave him a puzzled look. She turned and left; it was as if he didn’t want her around anymore.

  She was hanging up the new shipment of mesh open crotch thongs when Greg entered the store. He spotted her and his face lit up with a huge grin.

  Greg wrapped her in his arms and kissed her as if he hadn’t seen her in years. “Hey, baby. You should wear one of those for me tonight under your skirt. I’ll pick you up here when you close.”

  Tongue-tied from his kiss, she watched him turn and walk to the door.“Wait a minute, is that the only reason you’re here? Don’t you want to see Chase?”

  “I didn’t come to see Chase, only you Lacey. Did you get your flower?”

  “I did!” she squealed. He sent me a flower. Geez, it’s been forever since a guy sent me flowers.

  “I’ll be here at closing time - for you,” he kissed again and was gone.

  Long after he’d left she could still feel his lips on hers. His kisses made her head spin.

  Twenty minutes before closing, Chase came out of his office; he seemed tired. “Lacey, I’m going home now; you can lock up yourself, right?”

  “Yea, sure, Chase, is anything wrong?” Lacey’s eyes narrowed as she studied him. “You’ve been acting weird all day.”

  “After I dropped you off this morning, I had time to think about what happened.” Chase sighed, his shoulders slumped, “Last night - it was a mistake; you don’t know what you’re getting into.”

  “What… Yes, I do know what I’m getting into. If you don’t want me just say so.

  “Okay, then I will.” He took a deep breath, as if summoning his courage from the surrounding air “I don’t want you Lacey; you were the one who pushed it.”

  She stepped back, putting distance between them. “Well, for someone who says they don’t, you sure wanted me last night.” Lacey knew the truth even if he didn’t want to admit it. “Whatever, Chase. Greg is picking me up for a date. Yes, I have a date with Greg in twenty minutes.”

  Chase reached for her, but Lacey quickly avoided his grasp. “Lacey, you’re not going out with Greg tonight,” he threatened.

  “I really don’t see that it’s any of your business now. Remember, you don’t want me. Now, you’ve already said enough; the subject matter is closed.” She turned her back on him, and walked behind the counter to finish some last minute cleaning. Seconds later she looked up and Chase was gone.

  Greg watched Lacey stare at herself in the mirror. Disappointment marred her beautiful face; he’d seen that same look on her before when she looked at herself. Didn’t she know how beautiful she was? Sure, she wasn’t model-thin, and he was glad she wasn’t. He liked his woman to have curves.

  “Lacey,” he whispered, “why do you look in the mirror if you’re not happy with your looks? Don’t you know every inch of you is perfect.”

  “No it’s not. Modeling has always been what I’ve wanted to do, yet every agency says I’m too short and too fat. Even my mother calls me every day to remind me of my faults.” She shrugged her shoulders and made a face at the image in the mirror.

  “Lacey, baby, don’t listen to them, listen to me. Right now, from where I stand, I’ m on fire and it’s all because of you.”

  She blushed, her attention drawn to what he wore. His T-shirt clung to his muscular arms and chest and his jeans barely hid the thick bulge that had pleasured her the night before.

  “Lacey, look in the mirror and see what I’m seeing.” Greg put his hands on her waist and turned her to face the mirror again.

  All she saw was Greg behind her; caressing her arms, his mouth at her shoulder, his lips moving over her flesh with light kisses. His teeth pulled at the thin strap of the dress she wore making it fall off her shoulder.

  “Listen to me,” he insisted, “You’re sexy and desirable, and whoever makes you believe differently is nuts.”

  Lacey tried to speak, but no sound came from her throat. All she could do was look and see the sincerity in his eyes. He believed, and it made her believe.

  Both straps of her dress were now off her shoulders, her dress hanging dangerously low. Greg pulled it down so the areolas of her nipples peeked out of the bodice.

  “I don’t want to stop undressing you. I won’t stop; unless you tell me that’s what you want.”

  Lacey lowered her head back onto his chest, yielding to the pleasure of his touch and wanting to be loved by this man. Her dress pooled around her feet. Still in front of the mirror, she stood naked except for the small material between her thighs.

  In the mirror, she watched his hands explore her breasts, her nipples hardening against his palms. His fingers tweaked the darkened peaks, weakening her control.

  His hand slid over her stomach, pulling her into him so she could feel his thick erection. His fingers were long, tan and masculine against her pale skin. Greg reached for the silk thong, yanking the little bit of material from her to expose the wet curls between her legs, making her gasp at the forcefulness of his actions.

  Greg’s hand dipped between her legs, one finger sliding through her slick folds. Groaning; she rocked into his hand, but felt his erection against the small of her back. His lips kissed her shoulder and neck, his finger pumping in and out of her.

  “I want my cock inside you, not just my finger,” he whispered.

  “Greg, please…”

  In one move he picked her up and backed her into the mirror. She couldn’t think when he did things like this to her.

  “I haven’t been able to get anything done today. All I thought about was last night and being inside you,” he pressed against her, his hands caressing her body.

  Lacey panted, “Greg, I think I forgot to lock up the store. What if someone comes in?”

  “Don’t worry. The parking lot’s empty, there isn’t a soul around. It’s just the two of us.” He licked a trail to her breasts and latched hold of her nipple, taking it between his lips and flicking his tongue over the hardened bud.

  Lacey arched into him, moving in an unstoppable beat, rubbing against his hard shaft and becoming wetter than she thought possible. She grasped the snap of his jeans and pulled, then gingerly pulled the zipper down over his throbbing cock.

  In one move, he lifted his t-shirt over his head, throwing it on the floor. He slid his erection along her fiery slit urging her to open her thighs and wrap her legs around his hips.

  Greg kissed her, penetrating her mouth with his tongue at precisely the same moment his cock slid into her. She clung to his broad shoulders as he thrust into her, the sweat and friction heating her skin, as she slid between the cool glass and his firm chest.

  Again and again he plunged into her, his face dark with the intensity of pleasure and satisfaction. “Look Lacey,” he turned her head with his hand toward the mirror. Look how incredibly sexy you are. You’re extraordinary.”

  She caught her breath at the sight of Greg’s body inside hers. The beauty of it, the realness sent her over the edge, her body tightening and screaming for release. He plunged int
o her again, the ecstasy wrapping around her as she watched them in the mirror. Lacey watched him grit his teeth as he groaned when his orgasm took over. Spent, he rested his head on her shoulder, and when his breathing slowed he gently let her down.

  *****

  Donna watched the two lovers have sex against the full- length mirror. So she’s the one Chase wants. What does she have that I don’t? She’s not good enough for Chase anyway, fucking another man. I’m not going to let her have him. He’s mine.

  Sshe left before Lacey could see her standing there. Chase has no idea who he’s dealing with. If the photos don’t work, I’ll find some other way to keep them apart.

  ****

  Lacey locked up Breathless Whispers, constantly distracted by Greg’s roaming hands; he was insatiable. During dinner, her mind wandered; thoughts of last night and Chase’s treatment of her that morning weighed heavily on her mind. The guys were the first to mention sharing her. She didn’t reveal anything about her fantasies until after they’d brought it up.

  Hopefully, tomorrow he’d be in a much better mood. What would she do if was still acting the same? She surely wouldn’t be able to stay on at Breathless Whispers. Seeing Chase on a daily basis would hurt too much. Tomorrow may turn into a very long day.

  Four

  Chase couldn’t get Lacey out of his head. The way he’d treated her yesterday was wrong, but she had no idea what it meant to be involved in a lifestyle like his. If she were to stay with him and Greg for any length of time, there was sure to be talk about her, and he didn’t want that. After leaving Greg’s place he’d made a decision about Donna; she’d have to go. Donna was becoming obsessed with questions about Lacey and his lifestyle. Chase wondered why he hadn’t seen Donna was falling for him. Their three year relationship had been off and on and he still hardly knew anything about her. He’d been relieved when he’d told her it was over and that they’d never have anything more than friendship. Now she was gone, and the next thing on his agenda was to deal with Greg.