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Kate sat alone at the bar, sipping her gin and tonic, eyes scanning over the other patrons. She and her sister had moved to the city six weeks ago. This was her first time out alone, and she was looking for some mindless fun.
Edwina had recently enrolled at the city university and they decided to move together for a fresh start and new adventure. Well, that's what Kate had said. Honestly, she was worried about her sister and didn't want her to go alone. Edwina had been a bit timid since their father had died 8 years ago, when Eddie was 12 and Kate 18. She had never been a wild child, but was always outgoing and approachable, ready with a smile. However, after the sudden death of Milan, Eddie grew more reserved and self-conscious around others. Still friendly, still open, but significantly less independent. She didn't like to be alone, didn't like to try new things, and didn't feel confident in her abilities. She leaned on her sister more and more, and Kate gave up her own dream of moving from their hometown to help guide her sister through the very challenging teen years. That spring, after completing her pre-requisites at their local community college, Eddie had been accepted as a transfer student into the prestigious program in the city, but was worried about moving far from their Mom, and even more worried about fitting in. She hadn't done the dorm experience, hadn't had a roommate to become best friends with, or ever pulled an all-nighter with a study group. Community college was filled with other commuter students, adults with children and full time jobs. And so now Eddie was student-debt free, but intimidated by the new environment, and students with privilege and completely different life experiences. Kate wanted her to succeed, to thrive, and get everything Kate herself didn’t get, so she came with her to be a support system. Edwina could go to class and try new things, but still come home to a warm and comforting apartment with her sister and their corgi, Newton.
Kate gave up her full time graphic design job to move here. She had some money in the bank from living at home and being a commuter student herself at their regional art and design school. She'd decided now was as good a time as any to make an attempt as a freelance designer. She enjoyed her work, but her forthright manner made working for a firm too challenging. The client was not always right! Good design never happened in a committee! She and her superiors had clashed many times, and Kate made so many compromises at home, she hated doing it at work, too. So now she's establishing herself in a new city, and so far things had been going well. She'd designed the menu and branding for a neighborhood coffee shop, illustrated a handful of wedding invites and save-the-dates with minimalist water-color portraits for a few wealthy couples, and was now working on a bid to illustrate a series of children's books. Things were good. Eddie was settling in, currently off studying with a new college friend, El, and Kate gave herself the night off. She needed to get laid.
She'd read about this bar on her neighborhood reddit. It was a popular spot for the young artsy crowd, often filled with couples looking for a third, or couples hoping to make other couple friends. And Kate needed to make some friends. Casual friends. Nothing serious, nothing that would require commitment or obligation. She had been a unicorn in the past, and found that it offered a certain kind of freedom. It made her feel sexy and wanted, and it felt safer, somehow, than random hook-ups on an app. The men were pre-verified by at least one woman, and wouldn't become needy or persistent after a one-night stand. She'd already spotted several attractive people in the bar so far, but hadn't made any moves. It had been a stressful few months, with moving and getting her sister adjusted. She was dressed to impress. Her hair was down in loose curls, and she had on a tight black dress, with small cut outs at her torso, and a short skirt that showed off her long legs. She wanted to be wooed. Let them come to her.
Just as Kate was thinking about ordering a second cocktail, a gorgeous young brunette took a seat on the bar stool beside her. Leaning in close, she launched right into a conversation, "My boyfriend sent me over here to say 'Hello,' so I'm saying hello." Kate took in her full lips, long lashes, and red dress. "Well. Hello to you, too. And where is your boyfriend?" Kate asked, scanning behind them. She gestured to a very handsome man in a gray suit. Kate's eyes took in his form - broad shoulders, strong arms, and a gorgeous head of hair. However, the second he gave her a smug smirk and nod, Kate turned back to the woman, "I'm sorry, did you say he sent you over here?"
"Yes, he's desperate for a threesome, and I figure I owe it to him because he does pay for everything and maybe I am a bit boring in bed, and it would be awful if he left me because I didn't give him this, you know?" the woman rambled. It was possible she was a bit tipsy, or just extremely nervous.
The gray suited man was walking over towards them, and Kate turned to face him, all fury in her eyes. "How dare you put your girlfriend in this position! She doesn't owe you shit, and it's absolutely unforgivable for you to insinuate she has to do anything so that you don't leave her. Ugh, it is so like you misogynist finance bros to just assume that all women are objects for your pleasure and manipulation. She and I both deserve better."
He simply stared at her, perplexed, silent for a few breaths, before turning to the brunette. "Siena, what the fuck did you say to her?" Siena was shaking with laughter next to them. "Oh, Ant," she said, leaning over to grab his arm, "you should see your face!"
Anthony rolled his eyes and gestured to the bartender for refills for the three of them. Kate was confused, looking between the two.
"Not funny, Siena," He said, placing a hand on Kate's shoulder and leaning in to face her directly. "I assure you - I have not put my girlfriend into any position that she does not want to be in. She is here willingly, I am here willingly, and your participation will not make or break our relationship. I think we're all here in this bar for a little pleasure and manipulation, and I think we could both give you a lot of satisfaction."
Warmth radiated from his hand and his dark brown eyes were beautiful, but Kate was still a bit miffed that they were toying with her. "I reserve the right to keep my first impression of you, but I will accept a drink,” she responded.
Anthony laughed. “Fair,” he said, adjusting his jacket as he took the barstool on the other side of her. “Besides, I’ll have you know that I’m in real estate.”
Kate snorted. “Same difference.”
The bartender delivers their drinks - a new g and t for Kate, a whiskey for Anthony, and a cosmo for Siena. She takes a sip of her pink drink, and tosses her hair over her shoulder. “So sorry for the theatrics….?” She looks at Kate, expectantly.
“It’s Kate.”
“So sorry, Kate, but I’m a performer and I do prefer to be a bit playful. Seems so boring to approach someone at a bar to simply say ‘we couldn’t help but notice you and those legs from across the room…wanna fuck?’” Siena laughs to herself. “So unoriginal.”
“Don’t be rude, Siena. There’s something to be said for blunt honesty. Tell us, Kate, how do you prefer to be seduced? Directness? Coy games? Calling handsome strangers misogynists?”
Kate looked between the two of them. He was infuriatingly handsome, with his expensive suit, and his tousled hair, salt and pepper near his temples. She wanted to tug on his tie until his smirk disappeared into a moan. Siena was really quite striking, her kissable lips in a pout as they waited for Kate to respond. She wasn’t offended by their teasing. That was the nice thing about being a unicorn - she didn’t have to get too involved in any drama and could make an escape at any time.
Kate took the lime out of her drink and gave it small bite, enjoying the burst of tartness and the eyes of her new friends on her mouth.
“Oh, I’m just a simple girl, really. I like for someone to tell me I’m beautiful and to promise to give me dozens of orgasms. ”
“So uninspired,” teased Siena.
Anthony leaned close to her, cupping Kate’s chin and stroking her bottom lip with his thumb. “Kate,” he said, his voice low and his breath warm on her skin, “you are fucking gorgeous and you know it. Siena and I are very, very good at this. We can promise you a pleasurable evening.” The air from his mouth when he placed emphasis on the word “pleasurable” caused a curl near her ear to move, sending shivers down her neck, her arm breaking out in goosebumps.
“Well. That’s extremely convincing. Quite the charmer, yes? Used to getting your way?” Kate said dryly, desperately wanting him not to notice how he affected her, but his hand moved away from her face to stroke her goose pimples.
“Very much so,” scoffed Siena.
The three of them moved to a table in the corner of the room. Together, they flirted, watching other people in the bar, guessing at their kinks.
“Oh, he’s definitely into feet,” Siena said, nodding towards a bearded man in a colorful button down, all while her hand stroked Kate’s leg, fingering the hem of her dress.
“What about them?” Kate asked, gesturing towards a foursome.
“Oh, first timers, looking to swap,” Anthony speculated. “That man is sweating through his sweater vest working up the nerve to ask someone to touch his asshole.”
Kate laughed so hard, she gave a little snort.
“Find that funny, do you?” He smirked into her neck, breathing in her scent. “If you’d like, I will definitely touch your asshole.”
“Ok, we need to leave,” declared Siena. “Kate, are you coming home with us?”
“Hmm…” Kate turned to Siena to give her a kiss. Siena grabbed the back of her head to pull her close, tongue swirling in her mouth. Kate turned to Anthony, who was far more gentle, almost tender, separating her lips softly with his tongue, nibbling on her bottom lip, leaving her wanting more. “Yes. Let’s get out of here.”
Kate was squeezed in between the two of them in the back of the cab. Siena was leaning forward, arguing with the driver about the best way to get to her apartment, while Anthony sucked on Kate’s earlobe and drew tiny circles on her inner thigh with his fingers.
Siena lived in a small loft space. It was mostly bed, with a tiny kitchen and two rolling wardrobe racks overflowing with colorful dresses, scarves, and costumes.
Anthony’s body was solid beneath his suit, all ropey muscle and warm skin. Siena was sexy and feminine, her firm breasts in a gorgeous black lace. Kate was initially self-conscious, feeling too tall, and awkward in her cotton briefs, breasts not even needing a bra, but with four hands and two mouths on her, it was easy to let go and just enjoy the sensations.
The three of them explored all kinds of positions and angles. Anthony was strong, and manipulated limbs with ease, but any time Kate or Siena gave him a push or pulled his hair, he whimpered and followed without resistance. Siena was a bit more of a pillow princess, while Kate and Anthony both loved to give and receive. They discovered that Kate does not like to be tickled, and loses her ability to form words when she orgasms. Siena laughs lightly when she comes, and Anthony has the stamina of an Olympian. It is good sex.
After they’ve all caught their breath, Kate stands up and reaches for her dress. “Oh, please stay,” Siena says, grabbing her wrist, “Spend the night with us.”
“No,” Kate shakes her head, pulling away, “that’s a bit too ….intimate for me.” She pulls up her briefs. “Besides, I have to let my dog out before he starts chewing on my pillows.”
“Let me walk you out,” Anthony says, pulling on his pants. Siena is already dozing as they walk out the door.
“That was fun, yes?” Anthony asks as he pulls her into a side hug as they wait for her Uber. “No regrets? You seem a bit rushed to leave.”
“Very fun. No regrets” Kate reassures as she pulls her hair into a loose braid, hoping the driver won’t notice just how wrecked she is. Honestly, she is desperate to leave. After sex is always a rush of feeling and she prefers to process by herself. Now that she’s outside, alone with Anthony, she feels a little nervous, like she’s doing something wrong. Fuck, he really is beautiful.
“Can we see you again?” A beat up camry pulls onto the curb and he reaches to open the door for her.
“Siena has my number. She can text.”
“Ah, of course. Goodnight, Kate.”
“Night.” He watches as the camry drives away.
———-
“Bon, what are you still doing awake?” Kate has returned to find her sister with an open laptop at the kitchen table.
“Just finishing up this response. Don’t worry - Newton has been fed and walked and is already sleeping in your room.” She looks up and takes in her sister’s swollen lips and rumpled dress. Laughing, “Didi, I see you found some trouble tonight!”
“Oh, be quiet. How was studying?”
“I think El is a bit richer than I even suspected. Her apartment is so nice. She lives with her sister, Fran, and their other friend, Penelope. It was just lovely and they were so welcoming.”
“Good,” Kate says, leaning in for a goodnight kiss on the cheek. “See, we are fitting right into the city.”
“Ugh, Kate, you reek of sex and expensive cologne.”
Kate just cackles and starts singing, “Concrete jungles where dreams are made of”
“Go take a shower! So embarrassing!”
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