The Stagers (15 page)

The bartender nodded in her direction, and she glanced in the mirror behind the bar expecting to see one or both of her men. Instead, she saw a tall, extraordinarily slim, blond-haired woman starting at her. Quickly, she searched her brain trying to recall if she was supposed to know this woman. No name or project came to mind, but there was no mistaking the angry stare coming from the stranger.

She drew a breath as the woman neared, taking the empty seat next to her. Farrin was glad the bartender immediately acknowledged the woman but was taken aback at the tone of her negative answer to his drink offer.

“I’m here for other reasons,” she said loudly. The woman turned to face her. Farrin continued to stare at the mirrors, hoping to be rescued by one of her guys. “So you’re the bitch that took Lyle.” The woman’s statement was loud and precise.

“You’re Farrin, designer extraordinaire. What a joke. You’re nothing but northern trash sent south to give the family some peace and quiet.”

“Have we been introduced? I don’t remember meeting you.” Farrin sat straighter in her seat, feeling the anxiety fill her.

“I know about you,” the other woman hissed at her. “You failed at your marriage and wanted to start over. Don’t look so surprised. Lyle wasn’t very discrete about you or your history when you first moved here. He took pity on you and all you’ve managed to do is disrupt our relationship.”

“You must be Nina.” Farrin sipped from her glass and finally turned to look directly at the older woman. “You obviously have something to say. Go ahead, I’m not intimidated by the likes of you.”

“Maybe you should be. A few well placed phone calls from me and you, Lyle, and your precious Van won’t have any clients.”

“Now why would you presume to ruin Lyle’s business? From what I’ve heard, you two were close friends, confidents.” Farrin didn’t like where this was going and didn’t want to make a scene. But she was through being walked on by stubborn, rude people who thought a loud voice would get them what they wanted.

“Were until you came along. I want you to leave Miami, relocate or find another town and leave Lyle alone.”

“Lyle is his own man. I don’t make his decisions. If you knew him at all, you’d know he makes his own choices.”

“We had a nice arrangement until you came here. I don’t like it, won’t accept it.”

Farrin drew a deep breath and knew the next words she spoke would reflect on her forever. If Nina hadn’t reminded her so much of her mother, she might have held her tongue. Instead, she let the words flow, aware of their consequences. “Don’t you think it’s about time you stopped playing games and just acknowledged you’re a lesbian? Think how much happier you’d be, just being yourself. Or are you afraid of what people will say? They’re saying it anyway. Why not be true to your own being?”

Nina stood stock still, stunned, Farrin decided by the look on her face. Apparently, people didn’t confront her about her sexuality. “Why not let Lyle make his own decisions. He’s a very competent man, but I’m sure you know that. Confronting me might make you feel better, but he’s mine now, and I’ll keep him.” Before Nina could answer, Farrin realized Lyle and Van were standing just feet away. They had heard her last statement. She glanced from one man to the other and felt dread course through her veins. As Lyle moved forward, he came to stand beside her, his arm going around her shoulders.

“Nina, I thought we had agreed our time together was up. Threatening Farrin won’t work. She’s much too well adjusted and confident to let you chase her away.”

“But, Lyle, after all this time…”

“We had fun, Nina, and I’d like to keep that friendship, but you knew months ago our sexual arrangement was over. But if you harass Farrin in any way or meddle in my business or Van’s, you won’t like the way I’ll retaliate.”

Farrin decided the woman was too stunned to speak. Van came to stand on Farrin’s other side, his hand on the back of her chair. “Nina, nice to see you. I assume you were just leaving.”

Lyle guided her by the arm toward the door, walking outside with her.

“I’m so glad you arrived when you did.”

“It looked like you were holding your own. I appreciate a woman who stands up for herself.”

“Thank you, I’m not sure Lyle will be happy.”

“Lyle is head over heels about you, and me. He likes our arrangement. Believe me, when he broke off with Nina, it was with deliberate thought and care. You, my dear, are our future.”

“I hope so because I can’t imagine not having you two in my life.”

“Don’t worry about it, but here’s Lyle. Ask him yourself.” She waited while the bartender placed cold beers on the bar top for the men and moved away.

“I’m sorry, Farrin. I never thought she’d confront you. I figured I’d get some grief for the breakup.”

“You didn’t do anything wrong. She’s just…” she searched for the right words, “used to getting her own way. This time, I won’t let her have it, so I’m the bad guy. You two are my guys now, and hell hath no fury like a woman fighting for her men.”

“Her men,” Lyle said with a smile. “I like that phrase.”

“So do I,” Van added.

“Are we all okay here, no second thoughts, Lyle?”

“About Nina, no. She’s grasping because she hasn’t found a new partner yet. Once she finds a new man to flaunt, she’ll forget about me.”

“Maybe we should find her one,” Van said, musing aloud.

“Maybe we should find her a man and a woman,” Lyle said, laughing at his own joke. “Really, Farrin, I think you’re the first person to make that woman speechless. Of course, no one else has the balls to tell her to come out of the closet and just be herself.”

“Can her repercussions mess with your business?”

“No, we talked outside, she’s calmed down. And I know a few skeletons of hers she wouldn’t want the masses of Miami to know. We’re at a stale mate. She’ll adapt.”

“If you’re sure?”

“I’m sure of several things. First, I’m starved for food and then your pussy. And if Van’s in the mood, I’ll use his cock, too.”

Van tilted his beer bottle in acceptance, and Farrin gave them both a sly smile. “You’re in charge tonight, Lyle. What’s your desire?”

“After food.” He helped her from the high stool and directed her toward the restaurant.

They started out with both men servicing Farrin, slowly moving to Lyle servicing her and Van. His ultimate desire was to fuck her from behind while Van fucked him. In the end, they were all exhausted and sated, Nina forgotten to passion and sex.

Farrin never felt so loved and completed in different directions. What more could a woman ask for? For the first time, all three of them scrunched in Lyle’s king size bed and slept through the night together.

Daylight brought morning erections, and Farrin was more than eager to service them both. Even short on time, knowing customers were waiting, both men gave her their full attentions until they were confident she’d been satisfied.

Chapter Twenty

They were scheduled to take a boat ride on Sunday, just the three of them. But Farrin wanted to add something to the mix. Saturday night she invited both her men to her apartment. After a quick take-out supper, she disappeared into her bedroom and slipped on the tiny white bikini she purchased that afternoon. While it was too skimpy to wear on the beach or to the pool, on the boat she could be almost covered. When she was satisfied with the way she looked, she paused in her master bath and lit the candles set out earlier. She also started filling the tub.

“Well, what do you think of my new bathing suit? I bought it for the boat trip tomorrow.” She turned side to side giving them a complete view of her body.

“I like it,” Van said with a glint in his eyes. “I’ll like it more when it’s lying on the floor, and you’re completely naked.”

“I think it’s a good thing you decided to keep your pussy shaved,” Lyle added.

“Interesting you should mention that.” She reached a hand to each of them. “I have the tub filling, shall we?” Both men followed her without comment. Once the tub was full, she directed them to strip and settle in. Both men fit easily in the large tub, but she didn’t step in between them. Instead, she stood before them and untied the strings holding the top of her bathing suit. She let it fall to the floor and used her hands to push her breasts together, massaging them with her fingers.

“I could do that for you,” Van said, reaching to her.

“Yes, you can, but first I want something from both of you. Are you game?”

“I am,” Lyle said.

“I’m interested,” Van added.

“Great. Since I’ve shaved, I realize how much more sensitive I am, to clothing and touch.”

“And what do you want from us?” Lyle sounded excited.

“I want you to be hairless, too. I want to shave your cocks.” She turned to the sink area and unfolded a towel revealing all the necessary items to shave them. “Are you still interested?” She glanced from one man to the other. “Lyle, you look more enthused at the idea. How about I start with you?”

“As long as you’re careful, Farrin.” He stood and let the water and bubbles slide down his form. She slipped off her bikini bottoms and tossed them aside.

“I promise to be careful. I wouldn’t want to nick you and not be able to use you.”

She didn’t look at their faces again. Instead, she sat on the side of the tub and slowly snipped off the curling hairs circling Lyle’s cock, balls, and crotch area. Then she applied the shave cream and carefully shaved his entire private area. The whole time she worked on him, she kept a hand on his erection, the other using the razor. When she was done, she splashed water on him to clean off the residue and sucked him deep down her throat.

“Farrin, you’ll make me come,” he said, his tone a warning.

“I know. I’ve been holding you all this time, pumping you full. Come for me, Lyle,” she said, taking him back between her lips. He came quickly, and she let the last spurts of his cum spray on her naked breasts. “Relax for a bit and catch your breath.”

He sat back in the warm water, a satisfied smile on his face. “That was amazing. Am I allowed to touch myself while you shave Van?”

“Of course, as long as you don’t come.” She gave him a quick wink and looked to Van. “Are you game or not?”

“Well, his cock is still intact. I suppose I can trust you.” He stood but gave her a warning stare. “I’m trusting you, Farrin. Don’t make me sorry.”

“Relax, it’s in my best interest for you to like this.” As she did with Lyle, she trimmed as much hair from his crotch and balls then took the razor to him. He stood motionless, frozen with fear, she decided, as she stroked him with one hand and shaved him with the other. When she was done, she splashed water over him, too, and took him down her throat.

“On your tits or down your throat?” Van asked, his legs straining against her motions.

“On my breasts,” she told him, stroking him harder until he sprayed on her chest. “Now, sit and relax before you collapse,” she advised, wrapping up the shaving stuff in the towel and putting it aside. Then she stepped in the tub between them. With a hand on each of their cocks, they needed no invitation to suck her breasts clean.

“You’re both so smooth,” she told them. “Wait until you feel the material of your underwear rub against your nude skin. It’s an amazing sensation.”

“Just like what you feel against your nude pussy?”

They lounged in the tub until the water cooled. Farrin handed each man a fluffy towel and pulled on a terry cloth robe over her nakedness. “Anybody interested in sleep?”

“Later,” Lyle answered, lifting her in his arms and walking to her bed. “Van, what would you like?”

He walked into the room and tossed his towel aside. “I want to see what I look like.” He moved toward her mirrored closet door and stood before it, admiring his newly shaved cock, handling it in different positions while he admired his hairless crotch. Lyle did the same, both pumping their erections.

“You both look longer to me without all that hair,” Farrin told them. She left the bed and kneeled before them, letting her robe fall from her shoulders. Alternately, she sucked and stroked both men’s erections, continuing to tell them how much larger they appeared.

“Let me try,” Lyle kneeled to take her place at Van’s cock. She moved aside and watched him suck Van deep down his throat. “You’re right, he does seem longer,” he said, pausing for only a moment. Her hand moved back to Lyle’s cock and masturbated him while he serviced Van. She dropped her free hand to her pussy and fingered her clit, using her own finger to push inside her pussy as their cocks might.

“Lyle, I’m on the edge,” Van said and pulled from his lips. He stroked his own cock only a few times before letting his cum spray on Farrin’s chest and belly. Lyle did the same and both men watched as she used their cum to lubricate herself, slipping two of her fingers in her pussy.

Without embarrassment, she lay back on the carpet and gathered more of their loads on her fingers, fucking herself deeper. She came with a groan, letting her hand relax, her fingers slipping from her body.

“I’m starved,” Lyle said, adding, “I need food.”

“You’re always hungry after you come,” Van told him.

“Have to keep up my strength,” he answered.

“There are pastries in the fridge, want coffee or wine with them?” Farrin asked, finally pulling herself from the relaxed position on the floor.

“Coffee,” both men answered in unison.

“Fine, help me up, and I’ll get dessert.” She took the hand each man offered and stood between them, seeing the reflection of them in the mirrored door. “What a crew,” she said, running her finger along her belly, making a streak in their drying cum.

“Food first,” Lyle said a second time, and she laughed aloud.

“That means you’ve had enough for one night, Van? Are you sexually satisfied, too?”

“Try me tomorrow on the boat, but feed me now.”

“All right, food wins over sex.” They all managed to squeeze in her bathroom and cleaned up before meeting in her kitchen for coffee and dessert. They finalized their plans for the boat ride while enjoying the sweet treats. By the time they left, she was exhausted and sated.