I walked into The Night Lovers Club later than I wanted to, hoping like hell I didn't miss out on the package deal Trent told me I didn't want to miss. I showed up only ten minutes after the auction started; nevertheless, I had to stand in line and go through the protocols before entering the auction room. Which will probably take another half hour the way the line is moving. It's too bad they don't have a line just for members to quickly go through—a suggestion I should and need to bring up with Trent.

Auction night has always been my favorite night, and tonight, I'm even more thrilled to attend since this is the first time I remember two women ever wanting to be auctioned together.

That tells me—they're really looking for a good time—and I'd be happy to give them exactly what they're looking for.

Hopefully, Rico Suave decided not to show, or if he did, I hope he'll show no interest in the two women. The young prick enjoys flaunting his money like he's some important asshole. The truth is, he's never worked a day in his life and comes here throwing his money around like he's some rich boy. Well, in reality, he is, but it all comes from a bank account handed to him by his wealthy grandparents, which his family to this day continues adding to it when funds dip below a certain point.

Rumor is they add more to his account when it dips below one-hundred-twenty-five million.

Fucker.

It must be nice not having to work and having all the money in the world just to piss away.

As the line slowly moved forward, I fished my phone out of my pocket and sent Callum a text asking if he'd like to join me, but then I immediately mentally punched myself in the face after remembering he married Eloise five months ago. And with her being seven months pregnant, large, and moody, I cringed at the thought of her coming after me for suggesting her husband join me at the club.

Fuck.

Callum was the last of my friends to marry, and I'll admit, it sucks Eloise wrapped him around her finger and took him away from our playtime because my going out at night hasn't been the same since.

However, if I were honest with anyone who asked Callum, marrying Eloise was the best thing ever to happen to him. It also makes me happy as fuck. Because now, I don't have to share any women with him.

Now I can freely choose any woman I want without waiting to see if Callum's eyes were on the woman my dick found interest in, with us ending up competing to see which of us she'd rather have—or if she wants us both to pleasure her—something Callum and I took part in numerous times. More than I can count using my ten fingers and Callum's together.

The only problem I have now is Trent. He goes after anyone he wants and gets every woman he wants—even if my eyes were on a woman first—he takes. And if that happens, sometimes he'll invite me in on their playtime.

Callum: Sorry, bud. Did you forget that I'm married now? I'd join you just to see what kind of money you're willing to throw around tonight, but Eloise is not having a good night. And I'd rather stay home than go out for a few drinks. And the last thing I need right now is to come home to a pissed-off wife telling me I'm sleeping on the couch.

Me: I know. I wasn't thinking when I sent the text. I immediately regretted sending it after hitting send.

Callum: Do you know what time it is?

Me: Yes. Why?

Callum: You're late, and you're never late. Issues at work?

Ugh.

Me: I know I am. And no, I didn't have issues. It was my grandma's fault.

Callum: LOL. Let me guess. She made you take her out to play Bingo with her friends. Did you win anything, at least?

Yeah, I did. And I'm not so sure I'd like to tell anyone what I won.

It's embarrassing.

Extremely embarrassing.

Me: Yeah, she had me take her and six of her friends from the nursing home to play. And let me tell you, it was quite an adventure.

Callum: I can't wait to hear about this. Now I wish I could meet you there. Speaking of, why are you still messaging me? Shouldn't you be inside bidding?

I looked ahead of me and let out a breath of relief. Thank fuck, I'm next.

Me: Long line to get in. I'm next, though. So I'll talk to you later. First, tell Eloise I said hello, and then I want you to thank her for the gift she gave me.

Callum: Gift?

I laughed.

What's the matter, Callum? Did I scare you into thinking she's sneaking gifts to me?

As much fun as it would be to make you sweat, I won't do that. Not tonight. Especially if you're dealing with a hormonal pregnant woman.

Me: Yeah. No more sharing women with you. Thanks to her, for the most part, I get all the women I want now. And I'm hoping like hell I didn't miss out on the package deal Trent gave me a heads up about tonight—two women looking for a wild tryst.

Callum: Just think. You're next, Casanova. Which... You know what that means—no more threesomes for you! LMAO. So if you win them, enjoy it while you can!

The hell I am. And I will.

"Are you of sound mind tonight?" I asked Summer, chuckling as I handed her my updated paperwork.

She laughed, "Of course I am. Especially since Beetlejuice isn't standing beside me trying to get me to marry him." She looked over my shoulder. "No Callum and Eloise tonight?" she asked, stamping the top of my hand.

"I don't think you'll see either of them for a while. Not until after Eloise gives birth, anyway. She's got him on a tight leash now," I chuckled. "Which I find hysterical. The man who never wanted to settle down has been married for five months and has a baby due to enter this world in less than two months." I shook my head, smiling. "I never thought I'd ever see the day of Callum being a one-woman man and a father."

She giggled. "I wouldn't be mocking him too much. Your day, like Callum's, is coming."

I don't think so.

"Sorry, love. But that isn't happening. I enjoy my freedom too much."

"Chris Rock said it best when he said every man has to settle down, eventually. Because you don't want to be the old guy in the club. And in every club you go into, there's always some old guy. He ain't really old, just a little too old to be in the club. Which is something you'll be if you don't find a woman worthy enough to share your heart with."

"Like I said. I enjoy my freedom. Have a good night, Lydia Deetz."

"You too!" she shouted as I walked away.

Not only do I have my friends Rory, Greyson, Jace, Callum, and Hudson on my ass about settling down. I've got my grandma and now Summer on my ass about finding a woman to grow old with.

Hell, I don't know one thing about being in a relationship. Never in my life have I been in one, even as a teenager. So, I wouldn't even know what to do if I ever had a woman in my life.

All I know what to do with women to make them happy and bring a smile to their faces is by giving them the breasts they want and by changing their facial features—making them more beautiful than they already are—or recreating them to look like their idols. Like my patient from this afternoon wanting me to make her look like Raquel Welch to a T.

And the only other way I know how to make a woman smile is by giving her multiple orgasms with my mouth, tongue, and cock.

Yep. I'm pretty lame. But that's all right. I've got my house, Suburban, 1968 Shelby Mustang, job, clothes, food, and everything else a person needs to survive.

What more can I ask for or need?

According to my Grandmother—I need a wife.

And kids.

I shook her words out of my mind, and after checking in, I headed straight to the bar to get a much-needed cocktail. "I didn't think you were coming," the beautiful Rocky said as I approached the bar. "Are you having the usual? Whiskey on the rocks?"

A smile tugged at my lips. "Hit me up with that good shit."

I turned, resting my back against the edge of the bar, eyeing the average-sized black-haired woman standing on the stage. She was young and beautiful, but she also appeared nervous as hell as she looked at the crowd, her head snapping from side to side as bids came in.

"You're not thinking about bidding on her, are you?" Rocky asked, grabbing my attention.

I faced her, grabbing my drink with a smile. "Nope. Why?"

"Because she isn't your type."

My type... Do I have a kind?

I didn't think I did. So, curious to hear what she assumes my type is, as I lifted the tumbler to my lips, I asked, "What kinds of women are my type?"

Her full, pouty lips curved into a grin. "Brunettes. Average-sized tits—meaning not too big and not too small—just enough to fill the palm of your hands. And women with meat on their bones."

Huh.

Now, she had me thinking. I didn't know I went after a specific type of woman. Like Callum used to be, I always went for women who were only looking for a good time—ones who weren't looking for a relationship.

I turned to the stage to see who was up, and since it wasn't the two women I came to see, I turned back to face Rocky. "Am I right?" she asked.

I shrugged. "I have no idea. I guess I never thought about it."

I thought about what she said as I sipped my drink. I suppose a majority of the women I slept with were brunettes—some were blondes, very few with black hair, and I think I may have slept with a couple of redheads—so brunettes it is.

And women with average-sized tits? I suppose Rocky's correct there—I've never been one for a woman with big breasts—they're too much to handle. But they're also nice to fuck.

And women with meat on their bones? Yeah, she's correct again. I've always liked a woman with curves—they seem healthier.

"I'm so right," she happily and proudly sang, assuming she figured me out. Then she lifted a curious brow, asking, "Who are you looking for tonight, anyway? You keep turning to the stage whenever a new woman goes up there."

I pushed my empty glass toward her, saying, "A little birdie warned me that two women signed up to be auctioned together. Hopefully, I didn't miss them."

She laughed as she refilled my drink. "You didn't miss them. They're somewhat in the middle of everyone." She pushed my glass toward me, smiling as she said, "So... you're into threesomes. I should've known."

I love them... and I think I'll love them even more since this would be my first with it being two women.

Then again, maybe I won't.

It may be a little bit tricky trying to satisfy the two women simultaneously.

I shrugged. "We'll see," I said as a waitress came over, listing off drinks she needed.

The auctioneer grabbed my attention, and I quickly spun toward the stage when he began saying, "Next up, we have two women seeking to be auctioned together. The charity they're looking to raise money for is Children's Cancer Research here in Chicago."

My dick twitched as I intensely watched the two women walk up to the center of the stage—they were perfect. I assumed they were in their mid to late twenties, and both were brunettes. One was smaller framed, the other had a body with the most amazing curves I'd love to devour, and both had tits that were perfectly sized to fit in my hands—and my mouth.

And they were dressed to excite us horny bastards—skimpy clothing that looked to be easy as shit to remove. Not to mention, the clothes were also see-through.

There's no imagining here. You can see everything...

"Fifty thousand!" someone that wasn't the Rico Suave guy shouted.

I want to jump in and grow the bid, but not yet. First, I need to see who's bidding before I start the party. As bids slowly crept up, I sipped my whiskey, listening to men throw out money they were willing to spend on the duo. "What are you doing?" I heard behind me.

I didn't need to turn around to see who asked me the question; I knew it was Trent. So, with my eyes on the four guys going back and forth, I said, "Waiting for the right time to throw my hat in the ring."

And that time is now. The bid's at one-hundred-fifty grand and down to two men. I raised my hand, shouting, "One-hundred-seventy-five thousand!"

"We've got a newcomer!" the auctioneer stated into the microphone. "Do I hear one-hundred-eighty grand?"

"Two hundred grand!"

Fucker.

"Another newcomer! Do I hear two-hundred-five grand?"

"Motherfucker," I groaned.

Trent laughed, "Good luck, buddy-ole-pal," he teased, slapping my shoulder. "Your favorite just threw his hat in the ring, too."

"That fucking prick wouldn't know what to do with them." I raised my hand, shouting, "Two-hundred-fifty grand!"

That asshole either figured out my strategy or knew I had entered the bidding war.

"Three hundred grand!" Rico Suave shouted, turning to face me with a massive, wicked grin.

He doesn't want them; he's fucking with me.

"Three-hundred-twenty-five grand!" I countered, watching Rico Suave flip me the bird.

Then he winked and mouthed, "They're yours, fuckface," before blowing me a kiss.

Asshole.

"Three-hundred-twenty-five grand going once... going twice... SOLD to the gentleman standing against the bar. Go get your girls, sir."

"That's my boy!" Trent praised. "Go get your girls and have the time of your life! It's too bad I'm not allowed to join this party. It looks like it'll be a blast."

"And they're all mine," I said, finishing my drink and setting it on the bar top. "Go find your own women to entertain," I ordered, walking away to grab my winnings and get this party started.

I hurriedly worked my way through the crowded room, up the stage, and to the girls, with them immediately stepping on either side of me, entwining their arms around mine with widened smiles. Of course, they're smiling widely. They each just made thirty-two-thousand-five-hundred dollars. I knew what I wanted out of tonight, but I had no idea what they wanted—hopefully, they're looking for a threesome to happen.

Forgive me, Grandma. I know this isn't exactly what you want for me and asked that I do for you, but this is my life.

And I'm enjoying life right now—particularly now more than anything. I'm about to have two women rock my world, or I'll be the one rocking their world. Whichever way this night will turn out, I know I'll enjoy my time with them.

I led them down the hallway to one of the rooms saved for auction night after the two women asked that I take them to a private room. Using my keycard, I held it in front of the scanner, and when it opened, I held the door open for the women, and I followed behind them. "Lights?" I asked, still trying to figure out what they wanted to get out of tonight.

"Can they be dimmed?" one of them said.

"Of course," I answered, hovering my fingers over the dimmer switch. "Let me know how bright you'd like it," I said, slowly dimming the lights.

Then I stopped when they said, "That's perfect."

I sat on a chair beside a table as they sat on the bed. I didn't need to look around the room—I already knew what each room provided—a jar full of condoms, a mini fridge filled with water bottles, sex toys that have been cleaned and sanitized, with cleaners and rags also beside them in case someone wanted to clean them for their own peace of mind, amongst other items.

"So..." one of the women started to say but paused, a hint of nervousness in her tone. I crossed one leg over the other, my hands folded and rested on my knee, patiently waiting to hear what they'd like to do. "You won us," she spit out finally, quietly. "What would you like to do?"

"Whatever you'd like to do," I said calmly, adding, "I'm open to anything." I uncrossed my leg and leaned forward, arching a brow as I asked, "What would you two girls like to do? You signed up for a reason, so I'm here to fulfill whatever desire you signed yourselves up for."

They looked at each other for a moment and then at me. The curvy, delicious-looking woman finally enlightened me, saying, "So... it's no secret we're a couple." I slowly gulped down the saliva that started building in the back of my throat. They may look nervous, but the truth is, and I won't admit this to anyone, but I'm fucking nervous. I don't want to screw up whatever it is they want us to do.

I nodded, saying, "I figured that."

They looked at each other again. Then the smaller-framed woman turned to face me, saying, "We may be a couple, but tonight we're looking for an adventure. Something new. Something fun and exciting. And something wild."

My heart was pounding hard against my chest. "And that is?" I asked, assuming it was a threesome they were seeking to have.

Both women's cheeks flushed. "We're curious to know what adding a third person to our relationship would be like."

Oh shit...

A relationship? With me?

If that's the case, I might have to tap out before this night even starts.

My face must have shown a freaked-out look or something because the girls both laughed. "We're not here asking that we add you to our sex lives."

Whew...

I blew out a long breath of air, relieved. "I was sweating there for a moment. Relationships and I are a mix that doesn't mesh well together."

"We get it," the curvy girl said. "We put ourselves into the auction tonight with hopes someone would be willing to show us what it would be like to have a man in our relationship," she clarified, then continued to explain what their intentions are tonight, "we want to learn and experience what it would be like to be submissive to them."

My dick just expanded in size.

It's no wonder Trent called me.

Trent knew this was my cup of tea, and I'll bet anything; he also warned Rico Suave about these girls' intentions tonight. Not to defy me, but to give him a heads up why these girls signed up. That's why the fucker fucked with me. He's seen me in the voyeur rooms in the past and knows I enjoy partaking in threesomes.

The asshole damn well knew he couldn't handle what these two women wanted and handed them over to me—but with a price. He was testing me—curious to see how much I was willing to spend since I didn't have the kind of money he, Trent, or Callum had. He knew when to tap out—he saw I was on the verge of letting the fucker win the duo.

I may always show my face on auction nights and throw my money around like I'm living the high life, but I usually only throw it so far before tapping out myself, and that fucking weasel knew it. So when I got to three-hundred-twenty-five grand, he knew that was my final bid, and before he won something he knew he couldn't or wouldn't involve himself in, he folded.

These girls want to know what it's like to be submissive, and that's an experience I can and would love to give them.

"So, is this something you'd be willing to do for us?"

I smiled, nodded, and said, "Of course. But first things first, what you need to know when it comes to being submissive is that you need to be sure you trust the person who'll be your dom—"

The smaller-framed girl cut me off, saying, "We've already studied up on this. Now, we'd like to experience it and see if we want this in the future. And before you ask, yes, we trust you. When we signed up, we spoke to the owner, and he assured us that every bidder was vetted before they were allowed to partake in an auction. He guaranteed whoever won us tonight, we could trust."

Hearing this confirms Trent knew what they were looking for—and he wanted me to win these girls. He knew this would be something I could do for them.

I wanted to confirm tonight's details, so as I loosened my tie, I said, "So, you both want to see what it's like to be submissive." They nodded. "And do you want to do this separately or as a couple?"

"Together as a couple," they both confirmed. And just when I was about to ask another question, the curvy girl added, "To be clear, we want this experience to be a threesome."

I nodded, acknowledging their request—a request I'm happy to participate in.

I'm more than fucking happy...

I slapped my hands together, exhaling the nervousness out of my system. Since we don't have much time, and they know nothing about me, I'll do what I can to make this easy on them just to give them a hint of what being submissive is like.

"What would you like us to do?" the curvy girl asked.

My dick jumped at my imaginary vision of them kissing—so that's where we'll start—after they get naked, of course. "Since we only have less than an hour, we can't do much. But I'll still give you a hint of what it's like."

"Works for us," they both said, gazing at each other.

"First, I want you to undress each other—slowly."

With my eyes on them, I undressed, then sat on the chair and watched the two women undress one another. My dick was growing hard and firm at the sight I witnessed—a sight I've dreamed of seeing for as long as I can remember.

"Now kiss," I demanded, "show me how much you enjoy kissing each other," I ordered, slowly stroking my cock. Seeing the beautiful women kiss heatedly, with their hands roaming each other's bodies, had me desperately wanting to join them—to touch them, taste their skin—for them to taste me.

Their mouths broke free to look at me.

Jutting my chin toward the bed, I instructed, "Get on the bed and worship each other."

"Will you be joining us?" the small-framed woman asked as the other woman lied on the bed.

"Would you like me to?"

Please say yes.

"Yes."

"Then I will. But first, I want to see how you two please one another. But. No devouring each other's pussies unless I say you can."

The more petite woman got on the bed, climbed over the curvy woman, and lowered her mouth to the other woman before breaking free and sliding her tongue along her luscious body, pausing when she got to the second set of lips and turning her head slightly to say, "May I please get a taste of Bianca's pussy?"

Oh fuck...

Wanting to watch her taste her girlfriend's cunt up close, I grabbed a handful of condoms, stood, and walked over to the side of the bed, my cock bouncing as I headed toward them, letting me know he wanted to join in on the fun.

"You may," I said quietly, tossing the condoms on the bed and closing my eyes for a hot second when her tongue left her mouth, dropping and sliding between Bianca's moistened lips. My hand gained speed the longer I watched her devour a pussy I'd like to have a taste of.

But this isn't about me—it's about them learning to take orders on how to satisfy the other sexually. Still, watching her lick and pleasure Bianca's pussy made my balls ache and my dick much harder. Seeing her mouth covering her girlfriend's cunt, causing her cheeks to heat and redden with desire, was the hottest thing I've ever seen in person that I didn't get off from watching a fucking porno.

"Stop. I don't want you to make her come. Not yet." The nameless girl stopped devouring the pussy I wouldn't mind tasting and sat on her knees, looking at me. "Good girl," I quietly praised her, stepping closer to the bed.

"Will we get to taste you?"

They want me to fill their mouths of me?

Fuck. Yes.

"If that's what you'd like to do, then I want you both to get off the bed and kneel before me." I held up my finger, commanding, "Take turns. Just. When I tell you to stop, you immediately stop," I demanded, stepping back and giving them room to get off the bed and down on their knees.

After they settled to the floor and comfortable on their knees, my gaze turned to Bianca, and with my hand fisting my cock, I shifted it toward her mouth, ordering, "Put your hands behind your back, clasp them together, and then open that beautiful mouth of yours." I looked at the nameless girl, saying, "While she's sucking me, I want you to stroke and fondle my balls."

I may be enjoying what's happening in this room right now, but something in the back of my mind is telling me something different—like I'm doing something wrong—dead wrong, as if I'm cheating on someone.

The thing is. I'm as single as a dollar bill without looking for change. So why do I feel a sense of fucken guilt creeping into my mind? A feeling I've never experienced before?

Without trying to figure out the feeling I felt, I pulled out of Bianca's mouth and ordered the nameless girl to open hers, ordering them to reverse their rolls—still feeling guilty as fuck I'm having a threesome—a sexual act I've done for years without feeling guilty.

Still trying to shake off the guilt and erase it from my mind, I looked at the two girls worshiping my cock and commanded, "Play with your clit and finger fuck yourselves while you both lick and suck my dick."

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