A Table For Three Pt 04

Unsurprisingly, "tomorrow" began with a long lie in for two of the participants. Alice, always full of energy, slipped out of bed early, kissing his forehead before heading for the shower. Steve could hear her afterward, bustling around with purpose. Slipping back into a doze, he was vaguely aware of a door being closed as she left the flat, leaving him completely alone with Kate. Yesterday that prospect might have worried him, but the sadistic blonde had barely stirred, still pressed against his back with one arm and a leg curled around him.

The feel of her warmth against him was delightful, the opportunity to rest after yesterday's intense sex games more than welcome. Steve was uncomfortably aware that his asshole was sore after the rough fingering, but he couldn't check it without disturbing Kate. It was probably bruised, he decided, just like his balls and his cock. Kate had worked him over for almost two hours, her vicious enthusiasm far outstripping her concern for his well-being. Despite the lingering pain and the slight embarassment he now felt in the aftermath, the whole ordeal had been well worth it.

Her eagerness to get her hands on him had been strangely flattering. Alice and Kate were both highly attractive women, but they'd made him feel like the desirable one, a prized toy to be played with. It was, frankly, a unique experience for him. Steve remembered how lovingly Alice had worshipped his cock, lavishing it with licks and kisses while her girlfriend tormented him. He remembered how good it had felt to finally fuck her while she was helpless, the way her spread legs had trembled in ecstacy with every thrust.

The memory made his heart beat faster and he felt his cock hardening. That was something of a surprise. It was hard to admit sometimes, but he wasn't exactly in his physical prime any more, and after last night's exertions he'd expected to be somewhat drained. This unusual vacation was definitely good for his health.

As if sensing his arousal, Kate's hand also came to life, drifting down his belly to brush his growing erection. Steve honestly wouldn't have been surprised if some animalistic instinct had alerted her in her sleep. There was something predatory lurking behind the blonde's eyes even at rest, informing her every movement. He reached down to cover her hand with his, guiding it to wrap around his cock. Kate began to lazily jerk him off, grinding against him without any great urgency. They remained like that until Alice returned. She'd brought pastries and three cups of coffee, all balanced on a plastic tray.

"Morning sleepy-heads," Alice grinned, looking thrilled to find the two of them still in her bed. She'd dressed in a hoodie and leggings, her cheeks flushed and her hair tied back. "Just went for a quick run and thought I'd pick up some breakfast."

Steve blinked the sleep out of his eyes and fought to sit up, a process which involved cautiously wrestling Kate's hand off his cock and slithering out from under the possessive curve of her leg. He swung himself into a sitting position on the side of the bed, tugging the duvet across to cover his erection. Alice's gaze flicked down to the concealed bulge and her grin widened. "Nice to see you've recovered from last night. Are you feeling okay?"

"Never better," he assured her, taking a sip of the coffee. "Kate was just helping me wake up."

"I'll bet she was," Alice laughed. Steve felt his heart beat faster again as the light reached her brown eyes. He'd never met anyone quite as spontaneously joyful as her. She could be demanding, he knew, but she seemed to find genuine amusement around every corner. It was endearing, though Kate claimed it was the mark of a simpleton.

Steve suddenly noticed that her face was bruised, faint dark smudges across both cheeks where her girlfriend had slapped her last night. "Shit...your face...are YOU okay?"

Alice just smiled, taking a moment to savour her own coffee before replying. "I'm fine, not the first time my beautiful girl has overdone it. She's a nasty piece of work," this drew a dismissive snort from the far side of the bed, "but I need a good, hard slapping sometimes. Not really her fault anyway, she doesn't mean to be so rough. I believe the medical term is 'retard strength'."

Kate made as if to clamber past Steve and punish the insult, but the effort proved too much and she settled for sprawling on her belly next to him instead. Alice handed him a pastry, shoving another into Kate's mouth as a distraction.

"I know you have to go home today, but I have to catch up on some work before we can play. I'll be as quick as I can. If you want you two can hang out in bed for a while. I'm sure Kate would love the chance to get to know you better."

Steve glanced down at the blonde lying in glorious nudity beside him. She didn't bother returning his look, nibbling on the pastry without expression. "I'm not detecting a lot of interest in learning about me as a person," he smiled ruefully.

"Okay then, I'm sure Kate would love the chance to bounce on your cock," Alice laughed. "Or you can fuck her into the mattress. Just don't do all the work, she needs the exercise."

Grabbing the last pastry, Alice left them alone in the bedroom once more. Kate continued to eat in silence, allowing Steve to run his hand down her back. God, she had a great ass. His erection came back with a vengeance as he leaned further back to stroke his fingers over her full buttocks. "So, uh, do you want to bounce on my cock, or is today more of a mattress day?"

Kate took her time finishing the pastry before deigning to look at him. "Tempting, but I want your balls full for later."

"I don't think I can handle more teasing today," he said hurriedly, "and my bum definitely can't take any more. I'd rather fuck if that's okay with you."

Kate smiled coldly, "Don't worry, you'll get to fuck. It's Alice who should be worried about today."

"Oh," Steve took a gulp of his coffee. He liked the sound of that, but the worrier in him couldn't help but pick at the details. "I'm not sure we'll have much time if Alice has a lot of work to do. I do have to catch the train this afternoon."

"She's not going to get any work done." Kate rolled onto her side, now giving him her full attention. "I just wanted her out of the way for a minute."

Steve waited to see if she would elaborate, but she just studied his face instead, her eyes a pale glitter under hooded lids. He took another gulp of coffee to cover his confusion, realising that he'd finished it somehow. Then a suspicion he'd had the previous night came back to him.

"Kate, can I ask you a serious question?"

"Sure."

"Why are you doing this?"

"This?" she smirked a little.

"Why are you letting me fuck your girlfriend? Why are you fucking me? I know we've talked a bit online, but we've never really..." He paused, searching for the right words. "We were never friends. I didn't think you liked me, to be honest, and you don't seem like the type to share."

Steve hoped he hadn't crossed a line here. Kate, he knew, was not fond of weakness. Alice responded to vulnerability with reassurance and kindness, but with Kate he might as well be chumming shark-infested waters. At worst she might be disgusted with his doubts, cancelling any future plans involving him. To his surprise, she just looked thoughtful.

"She's the best thing to ever happen to me," she said bluntly. "I like to make her happy. Mostly, she takes care of everything, treats me like a queen. But she's a lot of work when she's horny. I can't think of new ideas all the time like she does. You talking to her online takes some of the work off my hands. You being here in person gives me options. We make her dreams come true here and she'll be on cloud nine for weeks."

"That sounds stressful," he said sympathetically.

"I'm making it sound worse than it is," Kate said. "Alice knows that she's got problems. She needs a lot of entertainment and she looks for it in odd places. For the most part she shuts the fuck up and deals with it herself, but I want to treat her. I want to be the person who gives her everything she needs.

"Honestly, I prefer giving her the kinky stuff," she smiled. "I enjoy kicking her ass a lot more than being dragged out rock-climbing or surfing or all that shit. Why would you spend hours hiking to the top of a mountain? There's fuck all up there."

Steve laughed. This was a longer glimpse into Kate's soul than he'd ever expected to receive. "It's nice that you two love each other so much. I mean that, you're both very well-matched."

"There's a selfish motivation too," she shrugged. "I like being worshipped and she does worship me. If I told that silly little bitch to lick out my asshole in front of her parents, she'd do it. Not straight away obviously, but if I told her it was important to me..."

"You really think she'd do that?" Steve's eyes widened. "She's always been quite careful with me. She really worries about her parents' opinion too."

"She'd do it," Kate looked more than a little smug. "Part of her would want to do it. She's so scared of being a disappointment that she wants to get it over with, I think. Get it out in the open that she's a fuck-up."

The idea of indulging Alice's flirtation with social suicide made Steve's cock stir again, but the impulse to ruin her ran counter to his instinct to protect her. Apparently Kate was capable of more compassion and restraint than he'd realised, at least where Alice was concerned. Keeping a woman who'd do literally anything for you on a protectively short leash must take some discipline.

"There was something else I wanted to ask you," he ventured.

"Full of fucking questions this morning," Kate observed with an icy smile.

Steve bit back the urge to apologise. "All the stuff you did to me yesterday. The teasing, the fingers, Alice being a bitch, you pinning her down for me..." He noted her impatient expression and hurried on. "Was that mostly your idea or is she running the show here?"

Kate smiled again, stretching out lazily. "Mostly her. We only have you for a day and a half, so everything must be done right." That last part was delivered in mocking imitation of her girlfriend's voice. "You're a lot of fun to play with though. I like treating you like a little bitch."

He felt a flush spreading across his face and cleared his throat. "I'll admit I don't hate it."

"You love it," she teased. "You'll be begging for more of it too, but not today. I did think about riding you this morning and making her watch, but I want you ready to fuck her before you leave. Speaking of which, it's time to fuck up her working day. We're going to go off-script, so put your nice thoughts away. Do what I say, back me up, and treat her like a piece of meat. Got it?"

Oh fuck yes. "Got it."

II

Alice had managed to get settled in behind her laptop, checked some orders and was on the phone fielding a complaint from one particularly difficult customer ("Fucking cranks," whispered Kate with an eye-roll) when they joined her. They'd both dressed at Kate's insistence and took the time to brew up fresh coffees while they watched Alice work. Steve found it both amusing and arousing to hear Alice in professional mode, with her crisp, upper middle class accent, when yesterday he'd been cracking eggs in her hair and fucking her under her girlfriend. Kate waited until Alice was midway through another round of apologies before plucking the phone out of her hand and killing the call. Alice looked angry, opening her mouth to deliver a stern lecture, no doubt, but Kate simply put a finger to her girlfriend's lips.

"Shut the fuck up," Kate's voice was very soft but Alice closed her mouth instantly. The blonde turned her head towards her accomplice. "Look at her, pretending to be a responsible adult. We know better though, don't we?"

"We do," Steve put on his best disapproving expression. "She's not a responsible adult. She's a stupid little slut."

"Sluts don't need clothes," Kate smirked. "Take them off, you look fucking ridiculous pretending to be a person."

Alice hesitated, blushing furiously, before looking defiant. "Kate, you don't mess around with the business. I know what you're trying to do, but you both need to wait. I'll be free in an hour or so."

Kate sighed. "From now on you speak when we ask you a question. You do what we say straight away. I'm not going to hit you if you don't, Alice, I'm going to have Steve hold you down while I shit in your mouth. Then I'll really punish you."

"Steve won't do that," Alice said confidently. "Now go away and w-"

"Steve," Kate spoke over her without any visible emotion. "Alice needs a reminder that you're a man and she'd lose a fight with anything bigger than a hamster. Strip her please."

To her credit, Alice almost made it past him to the flat door. What she lacked in size she made up for in agility. Had he hesitated at all she'd have been gone. But Kate had been clear, there was no room for nice in today's activities. Alice struggled like hell, to the point that her hoodie tore at the collar and Kate had to jump in and grab her legs, but between them they managed to hold her down and strip her completely. She wriggled underneath him, breathless and furious, while Kate gathered up her clothes and calmly threw them out the window.

"Naked, stupid and very, very vulnerable," Kate said softly. "We're going to use you now. You are going to shut up and obey. Speak when spoken to, answer everything honestly unless told otherwise. If I have to repeat myself even once, you will find yourself cuffed and naked on the street with a mouth full of my shit. I know I can get away with it because you won't press charges. In fact, you'll cover for me."

Alice stopped wriggling and stared up at Kate in abject horror. Steve tried not to look shocked himself. He realised that everything Kate had just said was probably true. More importantly, Alice seemed to have come to the same conclusion. Kate let the silence stretch out for several seconds before disappearing into the bedroom.

"Steve," Alice's urgent whisper came out as a breathy squeak. "This isn't a good idea. Get off me and we can do whatever you like later. I'll blow you or you can fuck me again, or anything you want."

Kate reappeared, holding a set of metal handcuffs, gesturing for Steve to roll her girlfriend over onto her front. She efficiently cuffed her, looking at him with a smile. "Did she try to bargain with you?"

"Yep," Steve smiled back.

"Just as well I didn't hear it," Kate pulled Alice to her feet, pushing her over to stand in front of the window. Alice looked like she wanted to protest but one glance at Kate's face stopped her. "Grab those marker pens would you?"

"Of course," Steve picked the two pens up from the desk, remembering the degrading things the two girls had written on him. He handed one to Kate. "Here you go."

"Thank you, darling," Kate's voice was excessively sweet. She leaned in to give him a kiss. "Want to go first?"

"I'd love to." He walked over to Alice, slowly surveying her naked body, noting the nervous tremble in her slender limbs. "Let me think..." Inspiration struck him as he remembered what Kate had written on his backside. "Oh yes. PROPERTY OF KATE AND STEVE. That'll do nicely." Alice shuddered as he began writing the words in bold capitals across her belly. As an afterthought he brushed her fringe aside so he could draw a cock on her forehead, drawing a laugh from Kate.

"Artistic," smirked Kate. "Let's give her something I know she'll love." She moved in, writing with painstaking neatness. She moved back to let Steve see, revealing the words 'Pathetic Loser' printed below Alice's collarbones. They began working together, shoulder-to-shoulder, adding slogans to Alice's arms, legs, breasts and cheeks. 'Stupid Cunt', 'Useless Whore', 'Worthless Failure', 'Cumbucket', 'Cocksucker', 'Cheap Meat' and 'Shit Eater'.

With the work completed, they stood back to admire their handiwork. Alice's face burned with a mixture of frustration, impotent anger, and self-pity. It was impossible to tell if she was more likely to cry or cum first. Kate picked up the phone while Steve held up a mirror. At Kate's order, Alice began reciting her new titles for the benefit of posterity.

"That's a keeper," Kate said. "Maybe I'll blur out her face and stick the video on the internet."

"Great idea," Steve smiled, impulsively kissing her on the cheek. Funny how quickly a mutual art project made them feel like a couple. Kate pulled him in for a longer kiss on the lips, reaching down to fondle the growing bulge between his legs.

"Oh wait," Kate abruptly pulled away. "Before I enjoy a little make out time with your replacement, turn around and face the neighbours. They should see who you really are."

Alice looked more miserable than ever, but rotated obediently to face the window. Kate set down the phone, throwing her arms around Steve's neck and pushing her tongue into his mouth. Pushing his erection against her, he reached down to squeeze her ass. They held the kiss long enough to leave them both breathless, remaining pressed together even when their lips parted.

"I'm tempted to just leave her there and fuck," Kate whispered, just loudly enough that Alice was guaranteed to hear it. "Think you manage two loads in the time you've got left? I'd love to get fucked hard while the neighbours laugh at that silly bitch. Don't worry, I'll let the useless little cunt suck it once it's soft."

Alice's little moan of dismay made him twitch, a reaction that was only magnified when Kate began undoing his zipper. He gasped as she pulled his jeans down, cock springing free when his shorts followed. Dropping to her knees, Kate wasted no time in sliding her lips up his shaft, running her tongue across the sensitive underside. Steve moaned in alarm and need. The last time she'd blown him had been heavenly, almost impossible to resist. He looked over at Alice, admiring her bare back and the flare of her hips, the gorgeous little backside...fuck, he wasn't going to last if Kate kept going.

Fortunately, Kate's reaction to being forcibly pulled off his cock was one of knowing amusement, not anger. "Who's better at sucking cock, Steve? Me or the little cunt over there?"

"Definitely you!" he replied with absolute honesty. "Alice tries hard but she's nowhere near as good. Your blowjobs are amazing."

"Who has the best ass?"

"You, by a lot."

"Tits?"

"Also you."

"Who's prettier?"

"Alice is pretty," Steve said, "but you are stunning."

"I agree," Kate laughed. "So, really, what do we need her for? Is she better at anything?"

Steve could almost feel the waves of outrage and hurt pride coming off Alice. He was glad he couldn't see her face. "She's better at being a stupid whore who'll do anything we tell her, I suppose."

"It's not much," Kate shrugged, "but I suppose we can use it." She picked up the marker pen once more, raising a finger to her lips and winking at him. "A few more messages for our neighbours." Steve struggled to get his jeans back up past his erection, watching her work with interest. She stood aside, tapping the pen against her lips with thoughtful satisfaction.

'Dogfucker', 'Asslicker', 'Hi, I'm Alice!','I Will Blow My Neighbours', and 'Seriously, I Mean It' had been added to Alice's back. Steve had to laugh at the ridiculousness of it all.

"Okay, moron," Kate ordered, "turn around and let the street read the back."

Alice turned around to face them, fists clenched tightly by her side. She avoided looking at Kate, instead directing a death glare at Steve.

"Somebody's getting mad," he grinned.

"She'd be even madder if she knew what was on her back," Kate smirked back. She wandered over to the kitchen area, foraging inside the fridge. "Hey, Steve, get that dumb fuck into the armchair would you?"