This is my third Faunus Fantasies, LLC story. Although there is no need to read the other stories first, some parts of this story might be more fun if you have.
Thanks so much for reading and commenting! I really appreciate it.
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Open House
My housewarming party had just entered its second hour. Things were going well. I was celebrating getting a decent place to live, finally, and my one year anniversary with Faunus Fantasies, which was the end of my evaluation period. Popping open a beer, I saw Melanie Stafford rush through the front door, followed by Claire Stephens.
They were a study in contrasts. Claire was calm and composed as usual while Mel's cute, heart-shaped face reflected sheer terror. Claire had on a stylish black dress that stopped just below the knee with a touch of lace on the sleeves and around her neck. It complemented her jet-black hair. Mel wore a bright yellow top with tight jeans that showed off her great legs. Mel made a beeline to the bar, practically running, her dark, curly locks flowing behind her. Claire, cool and composed, seemed to glide through the crowd, impeccable as usual in her reverse bob haircut, stopping here and there to say hi and chat.
I poured two glasses of champagne and handed one to Mel.
"Hey you," I said. "You look like you just saw a ghost. What's up?"
She grabbed the glass without a word and downed it in two long swallows.
"Hi Mike," she said, giving me a quick hug. "Refill please? Claire drove me here and I'm a nervous wreck."
So that was it.
"You rode with Claire?" I asked, shaking my head as I refreshed her drink. "Big mistake."
"Tell me about it," she said. "She's crazy!"
Claire took her glass and gave me a hug, pressing her luscious breasts against me through her dress. My cock twitched.
"I'm an
enthusiastic
driver," she said.
"Enthusiastic? You're a menace! I thought I was going to die!"
"Mike," Claire said, "have I ever caused an automobile accident?"
I shook my head.
"Not that I'm aware of."
She shrugged.
"See? You were perfectly safe. Do you think I'd risk hurting you? I just really, really enjoy driving. It's not my fault everyone else is so slow."
Mel gasped for words. After taking another drink, she said, "You turn into a psycho when you get behind the wheel. I've never seen anything like it."
As Claire opened her mouth to reply, Chad Marten stepped up, shaved black head shining. His black turtleneck and black jeans looked good on him. We shook hands and hugged, patting each other's backs.
"Hey Mike," he said. "Good to see you, Claire."
Claire smiled and gave Chad a hug.
"Hi Chad. I'm happy you're here."
"Wouldn't miss it," he said, "especially when I found out you were going to make it. How you doing, Mike?"
"I'm good," I said. "Glad you could swing by, sir."
Extending his hand to Mel, he introduced himself. On hearing her name, he said, "That's right. I remember seeing your picture at Faunus. Weren't you a client?"
"Good memory," Mel said, a little color rising in her face. "Yeah, I had a session with Claire and Mike a while back and we all just really hit it off. We've stayed in touch ever since."
"Good to hear," Chad said with a grin. "Glad to meet you."
He pulled me aside while Mel and Claire continued discussing the latter's driving skills -- or lack thereof. He pointed a thumb back at the two women.
"Anything going on with you and them?" he asked.
I grinned.
"Wouldn't you like to know?"
"Know, hell," he said with a laugh. "Dude, I want in!"
"Like I can tell
either
of them what to do. You know Claire. She likes you a lot, so she'd probably be up for it. As for Mel, I don't know. Maybe someday. This is all new to her. We have to take it slow. Couple of weeks ago, Claire and I were telling her about the orgy last fall at the Thompson estate. Mel's eyes were as big as saucers."
Chad laughed.
"That was quite a blowout, wasn't it?"
"Yeah, Eddie made out like a bandit on that one. I can't imagine what it cost to hire most of Faunus for the night. Anyway, you could tell Mel was turned on and weirded out at the same time. We'll see how it goes."
"I hear you," he said. "Civilians. What can you do? Anyway, just wanted to touch base for a minute."
"Great to see you. Glad you could come."
"Same here, man. Thanks for the invite."
Eddie Tor, owner of Faunus Fantasies, LLC, burst in the door dressed in his usual popped-collar polo, cargo shorts, and sandals with black socks. He was greeted with a burst of applause from the crowd.
I handed him a can of his favorite light beer -- some lemon-flavored stuff with a skunky aftertaste. I bought it on the off-chance he would make an appearance.
"Thanks, Mike," he said, taking a swig. "Ahhh. Nice spread you got here. Real classy."
"Appreciate it," I said. "Glad you could make it."
His phone rang. Eddie's ringtone was a recording of an old-school telephone bell.
"Sorry, gotta take this," he said, glancing at the screen. "Hi honey. Yeah, I'll be home in a few. No, just dropping by Mike's open house. You remember Mike, right? Of course. No, no, just for a minute. One beer, that's all. Okay, love ya."
He put away his phone and took another drink.
"Wish I could stay longer, but my old lady'll kill me if I'm out too late."
"Hey, Eddie, that's all right. I'm just happy you showed up. Thanks."
"You kids have fun," he said, leaving his half-empty can on the bar as he turned toward the door. "Catch you later."
Once he was gone, Mel came up behind me and took my arm.
"That guy gives me the creeps," she said. "Especially after what Claire told me about him."
"Rightfully so," I said, nodding. "But his checks don't bounce and he's amenable to reason most of the time. Better than a lot of bosses I've had."
* * *
By eleven o'clock, everyone had said their goodbyes except for Claire and Mel. I held the party on a weeknight because I knew Faunus people would need to be sharp for the next day's assignments and everyone else had their regular day jobs waiting for them. Anyway, all-nighters weren't my thing anymore unless I was getting well paid.
After we finished cleaning up the party debris, I sat on the couch, my bare feet on the coffee table. Mel and Claire cuddled against me on either side. Mel yawned, pressed against me with her arm around my stomach, and fell asleep.
Claire's lips brushed my ear.
"Want to play now or in the morning?" she whispered.
"I'd go for it now if it were just us two," I whispered back. "But Mel's out of it and you know it's always more fun with her. Also, after hosting all night, I have to admit I'm kind of beat."
Claire sighed.
"Yeah, you're right. I had a midday assignment today, so I'm tired too. It'll be better in the morning. Mel arranged for her staff to cover for her tomorrow, so we can sleep in and have a leisurely day. That'll be nice."
After a quick kiss, we got Mel awake enough to shuffle into the bedroom, shed her clothes, and collapse into bed with us.
* * *
The Morning After
I awoke to the smell of coffee, sounds of quiet movement in the kitchen, and rain against the window. As I sat up, Claire stirred beside me with a little moan, still asleep. She lay on her back, her ample breasts on full display, the sheet at her waist. Mel's space was empty. I slid out of bed and put on a terrycloth robe.
Entering the kitchen, I found Mel rinsing a bowl in the sink. She had on a short, light blue, cotton nightgown that hid her delicious curves. She smiled.
"Good morning," she said. "There's coffee."
"Morning," I said, hugging her from behind and kissing the spot where her neck met her shoulder while I ran my hands up her warm flanks and squeezed her butt. Her body was exquisite but she dressed to hide it.
"Mmm," she said, leaning against me as I inhaled her wonderful scent. My rod stiffened. She chuckled, pressing her bottom against my cock. I kissed her again and released her. I poured a mug of coffee and sat at the kitchen table. Mel put her bowl and spoon in the dishwasher, then joined me. A steaming mug of coffee and a pear on a plate sat at her end of the table.
"Claire still asleep?" she asked.
"Yeah, she came straight from an assignment to pick you up yesterday, so she's pretty bushed."
"Makes sense," she said, taking a bite of the pear.
"Say," Mel said, looking at it closely. "These are good. Where'd you get them?"
"Little organic grocery up the road. They work with a bunch of local farmers, so they have amazing produce."
"Nice," she said, taking another bite.
"How long have you been up?" I asked.
She checked the oven clock.
"About forty-five minutes." She took a sip of coffee. "You two were dead to the world when I got up."
Claire stumbled in, eyes mere slits, hair poking out in all directions. Her lightweight black robe was decorated with big red and white flowers.
"Hey, you two," she said with a weak smile, kissing Mel and me before taking a seat. On seeing the rain through the sliding glass door she added, "Gloomy out there."
"Good day to stay in," I said, smiling.
"You got that right. Do I smell coffee?"
"You like it with a little cream, no sugar?" I asked.
