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  Yeah, I’d only half used it once or twice before, but I knew there was no stopping me this time.

  I lay back in the bed, whispering as I turned the vibrator on and started to tease it over my clit. I spread my legs wide, sighing softly as the vibrations sent shockwaves through me. I gripped the much bigger, more realistic toy in my other hand, and slowly brought it to my mouth, feeling dirtier and wetter with every second. I pressed it to my wet lips and moaned as I slipped my tongue out to lick at the head.

  I felt so slutty and so wicked as I slowly began to tongue the one toy while I began to slip the vibrator inside my pussy. I closed my eyes again, imagining it was two real men again as I slowly pushed the one toy inside my slit. I moaned as it vibrated deep inside, pretending it was a man.

  And not just any man. In my head, it was Damien. Damien with the gorgeous blue eyes, the perfect blond hair and the dangerous grin.

  The little nub by the base of the toy came to rest against my clit, and I shivered at the naughty feeling of imagining it was my boss. I groaned as I parted my lips and let them close over the thick head of the other toy, moaning as I slurped at it like it were another man — Hunter, perhaps. Hunter with the slightly curled, black hair and the icy blue eyes. Hunter whose piercing gaze watched me in my mind, those eyes flashing as I took his cock deep in my mouth.

  God it was hot. It was horribly inappropriate, and wickedly dirty, but I couldn’t remember being more turned on. I started to pump them in and out, bobbing my head on the thick toy between my lips and feeling the other one go deep in and out of my dripping pussy.

  I could feel myself start to fall as I tumbled toward that sweet release. I closed my eyes and started to moan their names — Sean, Damien, and Hunter — as I slowly fucked myself towards release.

  But I needed just a little more.

  I turned my head, resting the toy against a pillow and still moaning with my lips around it as I brought a hand down between my legs and rubbed my clit. I moved the fingers lower, pushing them over my slick lips before I suddenly gasped as I felt a single finger press against my ass. In my head it was Sean of course. Sean with the chiseled jawline and the dark hair and eyes, the shadow of something fierce in his face. I moaned wildly, the fantasy taking over and the image of all three men taking me rushed through me like a drug. I could imagine them, hot, muscled, with three thick cocks fucking me and making me theirs. In my head, they made me call them sir as they made my body start to crumble, pushing me to that edge.

  And I was just crashing over it, just about to fall into that wonderful abyss, when I could hear one of their deep, growling voices.

  “Come for us, Arianna,” the voice purred, tight with pleasure, growling a demand.

  “Be a good girl and make that tight little pussy come.”

  With a cry, I exploded, my orgasm tearing through me as I threw my head back and gasped. I writhed on the bed, my legs clamping shut on both hands as my body twisted and shivered with orgasm.

  Slowly, I came to, panting, my muscles slowly unclenching as I melted onto the bed.

  Holy cow.

  I sucked in air, feeling my face break out in a huge grin as I lay there, panting and staring at the ceiling.

  God that was hot.

  “Fuck that was hot.”

  I gasped as I sat up bolt-upright, and that's when my heart about leapt out of my throat.

  Because the voice of my bosses telling me to come hadn’t been in my head at all.

  They’d been on my laptop speakers.

  Because right there, grinning three big, smug, very hungry smiles at me, were all three of them, still on the video call.

  I was frozen, staring at them in horror. They were still right where they’d been, lounging on the screen in their open-air cabana in their bathing suits.

  And they were rock hard.

  All three of them were staring at me, smirking, with huge bulges in their swim trunks.

  “You have to hit ‘end’ on your side of things to stop the call, Arianna,” Hunter said with a grin, his eyes burning right into mine.

  “I— I— !”

  I was going to literally die of embarrassment, right there. I wanted to melt into a puddle and just evaporate, or I wanted a sinkhole to open beneath the house and swallow me whole.

  “Sirs, I was—”

  “Not another word, Arianna,” Sean growled, leaning forward as his eyes sparkled.

  “I’m so sorry! I was only—”

  “Not another word,” he commanded sharply.

  I went silent, hands feebly covering myself and not even daring to move.

  “You will, be at the office first thing Monday morning,” Damien said darkly. “On time, and ready to do your job, is that understood?”

  I could only manage to nod.

  “Yes,” I said meekly.

  “Yes what, Arianna,” Hunter purred.

  “Yes sirs,” I whispered back.

  “Monday,” Sean growled again. “Be in our office at nine o’clock sharp.”

  “And Ms. Holloway?” Damien leaned forward, a fire in his eyes and that thick bulge pressing against the front of his swimsuit.

  “Don’t forget to send the office your measurements.”

  6

  I fidgeted as I waited for the elevator to rise to the top floors of the building. I glanced at my watch for the tenth time, feeling butterflies turn to pure terror the closer I got to the floor that housed Camelot Holdings.

  The last two days had been a blur. I’d only managed a quick report to Sasha about getting the job, and then proceeded to spend the rest of the weekend hiding in my room feeling mortified.

  I came in front of my bosses. Not even a little thing, I came with a vibrator in my pussy, my lips wrapped around a fake cock, and a finger teasing my ass — all while moaning their names.

  I mean, it literally could not be a worse scenario.

  Stupid fucking technology.

  I groaned in the elevator, thinking about it. Sasha had filled me in about not “ending” calls correctly after I’d made up some fake story to about not hanging up correctly after the interview — skipping the part about what I was doing, of course.

  “Oh, yeah, it does that. Sometimes the other person just closes their laptop, but if they open it and you’re still there, it’s back up.” She’d said with a nonchalant shrug that night.

  “At least they didn’t see you changing or something.”

  Yeah, that.

  God, at this point, I’d almost prefer if they’d just seen me changing instead of acting out my super-slutty fantasy involving them. I cringed a little at the thought as the elevator doors opened to the reception area of the office and I stepped out.

  I almost didn’t come today. I’d almost made up some terrible story to Sasha about the offer being rescinded for some reason, and gone on with my search. I mean how the hell was I ever going to work for these men after what they’d seen? Or heard?

  But then, there was the other thing. There was that commanding tone in their voices when they’d told me to be here sharp on Monday morning. There was something in the way they’d demanded it that made me want to say yes. Something in their voices and in those captivating looks made me want to say yes to a lot of things for them.

  “Ms. Holloway?” The older, grouchy looking receptionist nodded at me as I stepped off the elevator.

  “They haven’t arrived yet, but they asked that you wait for them in their offices.”

  I nodded quickly, feeling the color leave my face.

  “Off you go,” she said sharply, nodding at the door that led to the hallway down to their offices.

  The hallway felt even cooler than the first time I’d walked down it, even though I knew there was no one waiting to interview me at the other end. Then again, I’d have taken any interview in the world at that point over whatever conversation I was going to have with the three of them when they did get there.

  The office was quiet, and seemed emptier without the
dominating, commanding presences of the men who were now my bosses. The door closed silently behind me as I moved into the room. It smelled like them in there. That was a weird thought, I remember thinking, since I’d only met them all the once. But still, the smell of expensive, masculine cologne, and polished leather, and fine linen filled the room.

  I stood, fidgeting for a few minutes, before I began to explore the room a little. There were two other desks on either side of the room, more than just the one I’d noticed on my first visit. I strolled around them, running my hands over the the mahogany wood, across the shelves of books lining the walls, almost wanting to take my shoes off to feel the luxury of the fine carpet beneath my feet. I moved behind one of the desks and found myself sinking into one of the chairs. It smelled like man, and power. I’d missed that with Jason. Even before the cheating and his being an asshole, there’d been a lack of feeling like I was needed or protected that had gone on for a long time. I considered myself a fully self-sufficient type of woman, but it was still nice to feel possessed by a man sometimes!

  And I’d missed that feeling. The feeling that I was experiencing there in that chair that belonged to a man I barely knew.

  My boss.

  I thought more about what might happen here. Were they bringing me in just to fire me face-to-face, like some sort of power move? Were they planning on cutting me down to size for being some sort of creep and deviant for masturbating right in front of them like a total psycho?

  But then I remembered the look on their faces when my eyes had snapped back to that screen. I remembered the tenseness in their hard, chiseled muscles and jaws. And I definitely remembered the thick bulges in their swim trunks.

  God, those bulges were basically all I’d been thinking about since.

  Yeah, no, they hadn’t been mad or put off at all by seeing me. They’d been just as turned on as me, which made summoning me to their office like this even more…something.

  Intriguing?

  Scary?

  Hot?

  I’d dressed that morning in a sexy, but not at all slutty outfit — a skirt that really showed off my legs and my ass, and a button-up, short sleeved blouse that was light and yet demurely “office-friendly”. And there I was, sitting in one of their big leather office chairs behind a huge, imposing desk, just waiting.

  Waiting for what though, I still wasn’t sure.

  They just wanted to talk, of course. I kept saying it to myself over and over, but I still wasn’t sure I believed it. What didn’t help was that I was still on edge from the fantasy of the three of them. So there I was about to have a damn sit-down meeting with three men who’d seen me naked playing with myself on camera, and even if I was a little scared, I was turned on.

  It felt a bit like going grocery shopping when you’re starving.

  Barely a minute later, there was a formal-sounding double knock at the office door. My pulse jumped, and I felt a nervous chill, not entirely unlike the feeling you might get when you’re about to walk out on a stage, or before a job interview. I swallowed heavily, my hand going to grip the desk in front of me.

  The door opened, and in they walked.

  No, not walked. Walked would be a normal start to business meeting.

  These men prowled, like wild animals.

  God they’re handsome.

  There it was, the first stupid thing in my head. Here I was half scared to lose my job, and all I could think of was how damn good they looked. Hunter with his icy blue eyes, Damien with that gorgeous blonde hair I just wanted to push my fingers through, and Sean, with that dangerous, dark look to him.

  They glanced at me sharply, still sitting there in one of their chairs. I stood quickly, nervously pushing at the fabric of my skirt as they approached the desk. Damien and Sean grabbed the thick, rolling leather chairs from behind two of the desks and began to pull them towards the one I stood by. Hunter picked up one of the smaller chairs from around the coffee table, which meant I was at his desk.

  “Oh, I’m sorry sir, let me—”

  His sharp eyes caught mine and he shook his head.

  “Stay right there, Ms. Holloway,” he growled.

  I swallowed quickly, feeling my breath catch.

  The three men brought their chairs in a semi-ring facing the desk I stood behind and sat. They said nothing.

  A full half-minute went by before I finally set free both the breath and the question I’d been holding in.

  “Am I fired?”

  They said nothing, though all three smirked.

  I swallowed. “Well? Am I?”

  The hell with this. If this was the end, fine. It was mortifying, and somewhat crushing to lose a job this fast and in this way, but hopefully ten years down the road, I’d be able to laugh about that time I got fired for masturbating in front of my bosses.

  Hopefully.

  When they didn’t respond, I stood quickly.

  “Well, if that’s the case, I’ll be leaving then. Fire me or don’t, but I’m not going to sit here stewing in it!”

  The room went silent at my outburst, and I could feel this tingle of, well, power running through me at the way I’d just spit it out like that! My hands were clenched into fists, and I realized I was scowling at the three men.

  They smirked back.

  “Fine, fuck this.”

  I shoved the chair back and I was just about to stride around the desk towards the door when Hunter’s hand shot out and gripped my arm.

  “Hold on.”

  I froze, instantly shivering at the feel of his warm hand on my bare skin. And it wasn’t a dangerous or demanding grip, he wasn’t stopping me from leaving at all. It felt tingly, and safe, and oddly intimate. I glanced down and swallowed quickly as I caught his icy blue eyes burning right into mine.

  “You’re not fired, Ms. Holloway, not by a damn mile.”

  Damien grinned. “We might come off as stern but we’re not that fucking cold-hearted.”

  “Besides.” Sean eased back in his chair, clasping his hands behind his head.

  “We’d have to be Goddamn insane to let you go after that little show.”

  “I— it was…” I trailed off, my face going red.

  “That was an accident,” I whispered out, feeling my pulse beat through my face.

  “Clearly,” Hunter growled. His eyes slowly narrowed at me and his grin turned hungrier.

  “This time won’t be.”

  Um, what?

  I blinked rapidly, sucking my lip between my teeth as I slowly took a step back from him.

  “This time?”

  The room suddenly felt warmer, the walls closer together.

  “Why don’t you stand over here, Arianna?” Damien purred, nodding at a spot between their three chairs and the front of Hunter’s desk.

  It felt like everything was moving in slow motion as I found myself nodding; I put one foot in front of the other, moving to stand where he’d asked me to.

  And I had no idea what I was doing.

  “Did you enjoy yourself the other day, Arianna?” Sean said darkly, his hand coming up to stroke his jawline.

  “I— I don’t know.”

  “You don’t know or you’d rather not say?” Hunter growled.

  “The second,” I whispered.

  “We demand full honesty from our employees, Ms. Holloway,” Damien said, his eyes narrowing. “Especially one working so intimately with the three of us, such as yourself.” His eyes flashed at me as the corners of his mouth turned up.

  “So I’m going to ask ask you again, and I want you to tell the truth, Arianna.”

  His hungry grin widened.

  “Did you enjoy yourself?”

  And before I could stop myself, before I could question any of this and go running from that office…

  I nodded.

  “Yes,” I said quietly, my face going red. “Yes, sir.”

  The three of them grinned, and I swore I heard one of them groan.

  “You enjoyed thi
nking about the three of us, didn’t you?” Sean’s dark eyes bore into mine.

  I nodded. “Yes.”

  God, what was I doing? This wasn’t a dirty late-night fantasy, this was real life. This was me standing in front of all three of my gorgeous, impossibly attractive and imposingly dominant bosses and telling them that I’d enjoyed fantasizing about all three of them while I’d made myself come.

  Oh, right, in front of them.

  Hunter nodded, clasping his hands in front of him as his gaze slowly moved over my body, leaving a heated trail in it’s wake.

  “We’d very much like to see that again, Arianna.”

  My heart jumped into my throat as my whole body shivered.

  “You— I’m not sure I under—”

  “I think you understand perfectly,” he said. Suddenly, he stood and moved right in front of me. I gasped as his hand slid up my bare arm and up over my shoulder. His fingertips trailed over the soft skin of my neck before tracing over my jawline.

  “We...” His voice was rich and deep, right next to my ear, and I could feel the heat of his breath teasing across my skin.

  “We would like to see you play with that tight, wet, sexy little pussy again for us,” he growled the words into my ear, and I found myself panting and shivering against him before I could even stop myself.

  “Right here, and right now.”

  He stepped away suddenly, leaving me almost tripping over myself as I sucked in a breath and tried to stop my spinning head. An electric pulse jolted through me as what my boss just said to me slowly sunk in. I mean, talking about all this was bizarre enough, but here they were asking me to do that.

  And God help me, I wasn’t running from the room.

  I wasn’t running screaming from the building.

  In fact, leaving was the last thing on my mind at that moment, even if I wasn’t sure I could actually take the step that dark part inside of me wanted me to take.

  My bosses wanted to see me touch myself, and I was honestly considering it, like I was under a spell.