Other than some nudes sent via text, he didn't hear from Emmy for two weeks. When he asked if he could see her, she replied by asking if he could come by sometime the next weekend.
"And don't jerk off," she wrote.
The reply was accompanied by a photo of a woman's naked torso -- brown-skinned, large round breasts with erect nipples, softly rippled abs, a neatly trimmed landing strip. It definitely wasn't her. What was she planning? The possibilities were tantalizing. But she'd told him to not masturbate, so it was best not to dwell on them.
At the appointed time he rang her buzzer. As usual, he encountered no one in the garden lobby, in the elevator, or in the hall. Though he saw no one, the building seemed more alive on the weekend, a buzz of people home, doing whatever they did when they were freed from work. He touched the money in his pocket, part of a dwindling stash. Had he brought enough?
Emmy answered his knock in her loosely belted silk robe, wearing her big glasses, her raven hair in twin pigtails. She pulled him in and pushed his back against the wall as she gave him a tongue-probing kiss, closing the door and twisting the bolt with her left hand.
"Hi," he said when she stopped kissing him.
"Hi." Her reply was a little breathless.
The smell of sex hung in the air.
"Take off your shoes," she said, and knelt down to untie them, something she'd never done before. "I have a surprise for you."
"I do like surprises," he said, pushing his shoes off with his toes.
"You'll love this one." Emmy pulled him along by the hand. "Come out!"
From around the corner came another robed figure, this one in dark blue, unbelted but held mostly closed. The woman who wore it was about Emmy's height, though the dark brown hair piled on her head made her look taller. Her skin was dark, and her brown eyes were angled and widely-spaced. She smiled when she saw him.
"Remember me?" she said.
The voice tugged at his memory, and he took in the way the robe, pulled tight by one hand, outlined her large breasts, and in a flash he did, though he'd never seen her in the light before.
"Jaime?"
"So you do remember." She let the robe fall open and came into his arms, her firm breasts round against him. He glanced at Emmy, who was grinning broadly, and he took that as permission (and for an instant he wondered why he even thought he needed permission, with a nearly-naked woman pressing herself against him) and kissed Jaime.
"What are you doing here?" he said at last. "I thought you were in California or someplace."
"I was," she said. "Got my law degree. Moved to Portland. I'm doing some work for Emmy."
"She said she knew you from Barely There. I didn't know you'd kept in touch."
"Yeah, we kept in touch," Emmy said. "Come on, sit down."
He'd never sat on Emmy's couch before except once when she'd given him a lap dance, recreating the time he'd fucked Jaime. Now he faced the Frida Kahlo poster over the flatscreen TV, Jaime on his left, ignoring the way her robe fell open, and Emmy on his right, unbelting her robe first. He had one hand on Jaime's thigh, the other on Emmy breast. "We've been much closer in touch the last few days."
"So you told Emmy the story of that time we fucked in the back room," Jaime said.
"I've spent years wondering why you did that," he replied. "Not that I'm complaining."
"Because you were my best customer." She touched his face, kissed him lightly. "It was the best way I could think of to say goodbye."
Emmy started unbuttoning his shirt. He cupped Jaime's breast. Big, but still too firm.
"She told me you didn't like my boob job." Jaime nipped the tip of his nose.
"Well --"
"Don't worry about it. Big tits are an asset in more than one kind of business. And maybe I can find a way to make you appreciate them like you didn't before." She kissed him. "And you're still a damn good kisser."
Emmy took the money he'd brought from his shirt pocket.
"I'm not sure I brought enough of that," he said.
"This one's as much a freebie as the last one," Jaime said. "I've always fucked for pleasure, not money.
"Oooh, I think I've been burned," Emmy said. "But you still need to pay me."
"Think you can handle us both?" Emmy rose and took her robe off. He watched her even as he rubbed a thumb over Jaime's nipple.
"I like the way you look at her," Jaime said.
"She's very, hmm, watchable."
"Jaime and I have been getting reacquainted the last couple of days." The robe puddled at Emmy's feet, her eyes moving from him to Jaime and back, and reached a hand out to her.
"Emmy's been learning that men and vibrators aren't the only way to get off." Jaime took Emmy's hand and got up as well, dropped her robe, and stepped into Emmy's arms.
"Fuck," he said as he watched them kiss.
"Actually," Emmy said to Jaime, "I knew that. I just didn't appreciate it as much as I do now. As for you --" she reached a hand down to him -- "you still need to freshen up, right?"
While he finished undressing and washing up in the bathroom, the women entangled themselves on the rumpled, unmade bed, Jaime partaking deeply of Emmy's breasts, which sent Emmy into a flight of pleasure. He watched them in the mirror; they were paying no attention to him, presumably picking up something they'd left off earlier, judging by the state of the bed and the scent of sex he'd smelled when he came in. He wondered if they more interested in each other than in him. For an instant jealousy rose in him, but he pushed it down, partially because he enjoyed watching them together, partially because he knew it didn't matter, that he had nothing to be jealous of as long as he was with them and they allowed him to join their loving.
And they did, rolling apart as soon as he came to stand at the edge of the bed. The sight of the two naked women, smiling up at him, added the last bit of inflation to his erection. He took his place between them, and they both rolled toward him to join in a three-way kiss, their tongues and lips wetly trading saliva. Two hands converged at his groin, one rubbing his cock, the other playing with his balls. He didn't try to figure out which hand belonged to who, but put his own hands to exploring the differences between two very distinctive pairs of buttocks.
Jaime moved downward. "I remember wanting to really spend some time doing this," she said, and took him in her mouth. At the same time Emmy moved upward, moving to sit on his face. She swung one leg over his head and lowered her pussy to his mouth.
He wrapped one arm around her thigh and pressed his tongue up between her labia. His other hand found Jaime's head, moving up and down on his cock. At his touch she dropped his dick and kissed his belly, her hand still holding him, but not moving, letting him concentrate on what Emmy was doing.
