V

Trina's nerves had peaked. Pre-performance jitters had always struck Trina as ridiculous, anyway, but today, for some reason, was different. She was a good dancer and a trained professional. She lost a few jobs in the past for being late or missing rehearsals but that was a long time ago and she wasn�t going to let those circumstances rule the way she handled herself professionally now. This shoot was one she wasn't going to screw up � she couldn't. She had plans for her future and didn't want to spend the next ten years or so wasting her talent jiggling for music videos. Rumor had it that Madame Renault's nephew was making his debut in this video at the ripe old age of thirteen. Madame Renault also happened to be the new director of the NYC Ballet Company and Trina desperately wanted an audition.

Fonda glanced over at Trina many times during the ride back to the city. She seemed pale and nervous and he wanted to smooth his hand over her sleek hair and comfort her. Despite their obvious differences, so far their afternoon had been pleasant. Her actions and mannerisms made him even more acutely aware of the differences between them, but her differences were one of the things he found so attractive about her. He knew he wanted to see more of her but wasn't sure how to approach Trina on the matter.

Talking with women was never one of Fonda's strengths. He had spent many awkward years working in the background of his parents' restaurant instead of dating in high school. Although he was good looking, he had been far too shy to ask anyone out, and didn't go out on his first date until he was a sophomore at NYU. He instead passed his time working and concentrating on his schoolwork, avoiding any social interaction, whereas his brother had been the outgoing, popular one with the girls. The women Fonda had dated were always the same, too: fairly proper and conservative; very much like Fonda. Still, he always felt a secret attraction to girls like Trina. There was something about 'bad girls' that flamed his passions. He couldn't identify it; the best guess he had was that it was how they contrasted his straight-laced persona.

"That's the place, right over there." Trina pointed in the direction of several trailers, cables, equipment, lighting and an eighteen wheeler unloading props. "You can just drop me off here, I can walk," Trina smiled quickly at Fonda as she gathered her backpack.

The BMW purred to a halt in a parking space near the activity. Trina was faster than Fonda this time and hopped out of the car before he had the chance to open the door. She stopped and turned around to look at Fonda. "You know, I had a good time with you Fonda. Strange but good. Maybe I'll see you around," she pecked him on the cheek and jogged towards one of the trailers, following another young girl through the door.

Fonda sighed. He felt let down. It was nearing dusk and he had the evening off. Nothing seemed interesting to him except for maybe watching Trina dance. He had never really watched one of these video shoots before.

Fonda slid back down in his seat, lowered the convertible top, and decided to take in the video shoot.

He had watched the excited activity of the shoot; all of it looking to him much like a Chinese fire drill. People ran back and forth with all sorts of equipment whose functions he could only guess at. A few more women entered the same trailer Trina had entered but so far none of the women had made it out.

Several women at once scrambled from the trailer, all dressed in similar styles. It took Fonda a moment to recognize Trina. The sight of this new look took his breath away. She wore a dark wig, her hair now long and wavy, swinging back and forth over naked skin between her shoulder blades; a short silvery dress clung to her gentle curves. Her legs couldn't possibly be that long, he thought in awe. Could she even dance in shoes like those? These thoughts played back and forth in Fonda's mind as he watched her stretching her long limbs, rolling her head back and forth. Minutes later, his worry over her breaking a leg with those spike-heeled sandals had receded as he watched her perform the most impossible steps and kicks he had ever seen. He was definitely impressed.

At various times the sound system was tested and retested. At impromptu moments the Latin band would break into a chorus, a snappy rhythm Fonda found himself enjoying. The dancers worked in small groups rehearsing steps, Trina staying by herself for the most part going over steps and movements alone.

Fonda continued to watch over the next few hours the exhaustive process of the shoot. So many times they sang, danced and played. Stopped and started again, started and stopped. Frustrations seemed to run high after nearly three hours of work. At one point Fonda noticed a quirky little man talking to Trina. She would nod and listen intently to what he was saying, following him as he pointed to various areas of the stage. Fonda had noticed the same man watching Trina several times earlier.

The director called for a break. Dancers scattered, musicians and other extras lounged around the set. Trina wandered over to speak to a young boy who was receiving last minute instructions on a set of congas. He nodded a few times as they spoke, pointing in the direction of a proud-looking woman in her late 50's standing outside the shoot. Trina turned and smiled in her direction, turning back to the boy. She patted his back and walked away. Fonda chuckled as the boy�s eager gaze followed Trina all the way back to her trailer.

Once again the shoot started. Music throbbed and moved Fonda to tap his feet. The mood was being set and the dancers and musicians had taken on a new level of professionalism. Trina took her directions and stood at a spot center stage. An assistant approached her with a spray bottle of oil and sprayed every inch of exposed skin followed by a few spritzes of water on her chest and neck.

Fonda was enthralled. Trina stepped up to her mark and began a seduction of the group. The music seemed to transform her. Her hips and shoulders moved to the Latin beat. Long legs, more muscular than he first thought, teased every man and woman within viewing distance. She whisked her hair around, smiling seductively at the singer as he reached for her. Coquettishly, she would slip from his grasp only to be whip-lashed back into his arms. They seemed to cuddle as he sang, his hand on her back creeping lower, fingers splayed. Trina's legs straddled one of his thighs as she pressed closer, accentuating her hip movement and long graceful arms.

As the two worked magic together Fonda reacted in pure lust as the man's fingers inched her already short skirt higher to reveal the rest of her curvy rear and hips, barely covered in red satin panties, to sway, jiggle, and pump for the camera. All at once she stepped away from him in mock-horror. He pulled her back to him and dipped her slowly, singing close to her ear, their bodies pressed tightly together, her weight pressed into his hip. Slowly he slid his hand down her moist thigh, past her knee, lifting her left leg off the ground and wrapping it around his waist. Fonda would have given his car to change places with that man.

After the shoot, obviously successful after only the fifth take, the troupe celebrated with dancing and singing. Trina took turns dancing with each and every person on location, including the young man she spoke with earlier. Fonda could tell by the look in his eyes that he lusted after Trina, too. She spoke for nearly twenty minutes with the older woman, the same woman who had accompanied the young conga player. Trina performed a few dance steps for the woman, something not latin-y, more classical and restrained. He admired her form as she performed a quick routine for the woman, pretty and slow, every muscle and eyelash in tune with the beauty of this dance. Fonda wondered if she was auditioning for another video.

Fonda stood by and watched, enjoying the show. Small groups of dancers and technicians filtered out of the area in various directions. He watched Trina walk with a couple of the other women, still in the same body-revealing dresses they wore for the shoot.

"Trina," Fonda called out. She turned and looked at him. A smile spread across her face. She turned to the other women, waving them off before trotting over to Fonda.

"What's up? You haven't been waiting on me, have you?" Trina asked. "You're parked in the same spot."

Fonda smiled, maybe blushing a little in embarrassment. "To tell you the truth, I stayed the whole time and watched. You are a very talented young woman, Trina. You looked beautiful."

It was Trina's turn to blush. "Thanks, Fonda. I kinda forget everything when I start dancing. One day, you know, I'll be on that stage and . . ." She turned back to him and smiled. "Nevermind about that. It's so late. Don't you have to fly somewhere, like the restaurant or something?"

Fonda turned up the stereo. A flood of saxophone, piano, and steamy jazz filled the night air. "I'll thank my mother later for forcing me to take ballroom dance lessons when I was a young boy," Fonda extended his arm, reaching for Trina's hand. "May I have this dance, Cat?"

Trina bit her lip. A pretty blush crept up her chest and colored her cheeks. She reached for Fonda's hand. "Cat? I really like that." Trina stepped into Fonda's arms, placing her other hand on his thick shoulder.

Fonda and Cat danced, tentatively at first, growing closer and more curious as the music continued. Their bodies closed in on each other, breathing together. Fonda's arm pulled Trina closer, his hand stroking from her shoulder blades down to the curve of her bottom. Trina brushed her cheek against Fonda's, adoring the moment. Never had she been treated like this.

"Fonda?"

"Hmmmm?"

"Say it again. You know, what you called me � it's just the way you say it."

"Cat?"

"Yeah, Cat. I really like that," Trina moved against him, hoping he felt as aroused as she did.

Fonda turned and whispered huskily into her ear, "You're a beautiful woman, Cat. I would love nothing more..."

Trina turned towards his mouth and cut off the rest of his statement, covering his lips with her own.

They lost themselves in the kiss. Minutes became hours and days became years. They gave up their pretense of dancing and succumbed to the emotions they were feeling. As their tongues dueled a hidden battle, their hands began exploring each other's body under the wash of the pale moon.

Trina lost her balance on her high heels and stumbled backward. Fonda caught her easily, but their momentum carried them backward toward his car. When they steadied themselves, Trina got a mischievous look in her eye and sat back on the hood of the BMW. Still wearing the short silvery dress from the shoot, Trina's milky thighs shone in the moonlight. She opened her legs, inviting Fonda closer.

Fonda closed the distance and they resumed their kiss. Trina wrapped her muscular legs around Fonda's waist and pulled his hips closer. Fonda may have been a gentleman in all senses of the word, but he wanted Trina � Cat; he didn't even know why he had called her that, it just seemed to fit � more than he had ever wanted anyone in his entire life.

When Trina reached down between them and clutched his erect � painfully erect, he thought � penis, Fonda needed no more encouragement than that. He slid the spaghetti strap of Trina's dress off her shoulder and lowered his mouth to her right breast, sucking the small rounded flesh into his mouth, running his tongue roughly over the taut nipple. Trina gasped in pleasure and started clumsily working on the zipper to Fonda's pants, finally sliding it down and setting his turgid cock bobbing free.

Fonda started as he felt the cool night air on his exposed flesh, but quickly resumed sucking Trina's breasts. He now had both straps off her arms as the dress bunched sexily around her trim waist.

The bottom of Trina's dress slid higher, exposing her red panties. She scooted her ass to the edge of the car, sliding her panties aside. Trina ran Fonda's stiff penis along her dripping pussy, soaking the head in her juices and exciting her clit with the rough contact.

Fonda looked up at Trina's face, sweaty with her hair mussed, and he thought that she was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. He grabbed her by the ass and lifted her slightly to improve the angle. She giggled at being lifted so easily, surprised that his manhandling made her even more aroused. Trina had never been attracted to the strong, silent type and she was amazed that she was so turned on by Fonda.

As he lifted her, he leaned forward while she placed the head of his cock at her entrance. With just a slight shift of weight he was inside, luxuriating within Trina's warm sex. She wrapped her arms around his neck and they resumed their deep kissing while she rocked back and forth on Fonda's prick.

They stayed like that for twenty minutes, kissing tenderly and slowly having sex � making love � as the pale moonlight reflected off of the East River.

Fonda felt the stirrings begin, and placed Trina back on the hood of his car. She lay back and ran her hands roughly over her breasts as he sped his pace and pounded into her pussy. She moaned and writhed in pleasure as her own release was approaching. She lowered her right hand to her clit and began furiously frigging herself as Fonda pistoned in and out of her.

Trina felt the tensing of her toes and knew her orgasm was imminent. Fonda, despite thinking that he couldn't possibly be more turned on than he was, actually got more aroused when Trina started playing with herself. It took only three more deep thrusts before he erupted into her pussy.

After they recovered their breath a few minutes later, Trina sat up and wrapped her arms around Fonda, his penis slipping out of her sex. She smiled broadly, contentedly, and kissed him lightly on the cheek.

"Meow," she purred softly into his ear.
 
 

VI

They kissed a little longer before Fonda stepped back and zipped his pants. Trina pouted playfully yet slid the crotch of her panties back into place. She hopped off the car and Fonda held the door open for her, languidly running a hand down her back as she settled into the passenger seat.

Trina gave whispered directions in Fonda�s ear to her apartment between teasing versions of what she wanted to do to him or what she wanted him to do to her. She lowered her hand between his legs and massaged his growing erection, smiling in anticipation. She enjoyed sex, but this sex with Fonda was more than she expected.

The apartment was dark. "Margie must be out," she said, flipping the switch on the wall, illuminating the small living room. She kicked off her shoes near a chair and her height was reduced by four inches.

"Is Margie your friend you eat with at the restaurant?" Fonda asked, sitting on the sofa. The room was small, yet cozy, and Fonda was surprised at the frilly way it was decorated. It seemed very much in contrast to Trina's personality.

"Yeah. We've been roommates for, like, three years now. She's great.... Wine, Fonda?"

"Yes, please. Can I help you with anything?

"Not now, but in a few minutes you can," Trina said seductively.

Trina opened the door to an antique armoire and turned on some music. A few more steps took her to the tiny cluttered-yet-clean kitchen. Trina stood on her tiptoes and pulled a bottle of Cabernet from the wine rack and poured two glasses. She returned to the living room, handing Fonda a glass, but remained standing, swaying lightly from side to side, still high from the adrenaline of the night. She watched him and smiled, sipping slowly from her glass.

"Take off your shirt," Trina ordered in a husky whisper.

As Fonda unbuttoned his shirt, she slipped one of the straps from her shoulder. She slipped the other strap from her shoulder, teasingly hugging the top to her with her arms. Fonda tossed his shirt to the floor while Trina dipped her index finger into the glass, sucking long and hard on her wine-soaked finger.

"Your pants. Take them off," Trina demanded, moving her fingers up and down between her breasts, and he complied eagerly. She grinned lasciviously as Fonda's erection bulged beneath his boxers.

Trina released her dress, letting the slinky fabric slither down her body. She stood before him wearing nothing but red panties and cradling a glass of wine. She began to dance for him � not the kind of dance he had witnessed earlier, but a different gyration, slow and easy, her hips dipping and rolling to the music. She edged closer to him with each movement.

Fonda groaned and breathed, wanting to touch her, wanting to touch himself. He would wait, never had he been seduced in this way. Trina inched ever closer, her long silky legs straddling his hips. She looked down at him, her hips swaying back and forth, around and around over him, her panty-clad pussy just inches from his face. She was so near, he could smell her arousal; it was overpowering. She dipped a finger in the wine and circled one of her nipples. It stood erect, begging for attention. She pinched it, breathing heavily.

Fonda reached for her.

"No. Not yet," Trina said. Her tone stopped him and inflamed his arousal even further.

She lowered herself to his lap, facing him, her legs open across him. She lifted up enough to rub her satin-covered slit lightly up and down his long, hard erection. The firm feel and weight of his cock against her open sex almost caused her to come already. She wanted this one to last even though she felt she could fuck all night. Fonda grabbed her ass firmly as she continued to rub the hard tips of her breasts against his shoulder, chest and finally, his cheek. She reached for his right hand, dipping it into her glass. Placing his index finger in her mouth, Trina sucked it clean, never removing her eyes from his.

Fonda moved underneath her, freeing himself from his boxers. She felt the hard weight of his penis bob between her open legs. She removed his finger from her mouth, dipped it into the wine and this time rubbed it over one of her stiff nipples. She pushed her breast to his mouth, throwing her head back in pleasure when his mouth closed in on the alcohol-soaked nipple.

Fonda moved this time, pulling her panties aside and plunging his angry cock deep inside of her in one smooth thrust. Trina cried out, splashing wine across both of their chests. Fonda licked hungrily at the spilt wine, tossing the glass to the side. Trina tangled her fingers in his thick, dark hair and began to ride him hard and fast. Her small wet breasts bounced wildly as they fucked. The muscles in Fonda's arms and legs flexed as Trina continued to bounce up and down on his dick, crying out with each stroke.

"...such a good fuck, Cat," Fonda breathed between strokes.

Trina growled, banging onto him harder. "Say it again," she demanded.

"Cat . . . " Fonda moaned, lightly pulling her hair.

Trina felt the pleasure building deep in her body, her cunt, her clit. Only a few more strokes.

"Oh fuck!" she cried out, shivering and shuddering with her orgasm. Fonda clenched his teeth, seconds later spurting his semen deep inside her tight walls.

They held each other afterwards, as Fonda's prick softened and withdrew from Trina's pussy, drifting in and out of sleep until a noise startled them. Margie stood at the door of her bedroom, a silly smile on her face. "Wow. That was so incredible."

Fonda blushed and tried to cover up. Trina rolled her eyes. "Tell me about it. Sorry for waking you. How long have you been standing there?"

"Long enough to feel lonely and horny, and I can't find my damn vibrator anywhere," Margie giggled, inviting herself into the room. She was wearing a short black teddy that rose above the level of her crotch with each step. It was obvious by the flash of dark pubic hair that she wasn't wearing any panties. She plopped down on the couch next to them.

Trina shifted position, sitting across Fonda's soft penis. He was clearly uncomfortable. Trina was used to this from Margie.

Margie handed Fonda the wine bottle. "Here, you look like you could use a drink. Am I embarrassing you or something?" She giggled. Fonda attempted to smile, and decided to gulp down a little of the wine instead. Trina shook her head as she reached for the glass on the end table.

"I'm not embarrassed. What would make you think that?" Fonda squirmed, smiling wanly.

Trina rubbed her cheek against his and smiled at Margie. Margie leaned forward and stroked Trina's other cheek. "See, I told you it was a good idea for you to go out with him. You haven't looked this content in a long time," Trina smiled back, nuzzling into Margie's hand.

Fonda felt for a moment that he was intruding on something between the two women. The sight of these two women touching each other made him hard again, amazing him that he was able to achieve a third erection in such a short period of time. He shifted his weight under Trina, freeing his bobbing penis.

Trina leaned back against the arm of the couch. She gazed up into Fonda's eyes and smiled. "Oooh, Fonda. . ." She wriggled her backside into his erection. His lips looked soft and inviting. Trina reached up to touch them, giggling as Fonda licked at her finger. Trina turned to Margie and held out her hand, turning back to look up at Fonda questioningly.
 
 

VII

Fonda understood right away what Trina wanted. He wanted it too but was confused by the whole scenario. He had never been with two women before, and though it had been a fantasy of his for years, now that he was presented with the opportunity, he wasn't fully sure of what to do. It seemed that Trina and Margie had been together before � perhaps with other men as well � and he was worried that he might be getting into something over his head. What was he supposed to do? Did they expect him to coordinate things? How far should he go with Margie, a woman he barely knew? He convinced himself to stop thinking for once and just allow things to happen.

He guided Margie closer to the two of them until the two women were facing each other across his lap. Trina knelt on one side of him, Margie on the other. He caressed both of their backs, running his hands lower, smoothing his palms over their curves. Trina and Margie leaned into each other and giggled softly, maybe with a little nervous tension, before beginning to kiss. Fonda grew even harder as he watched the two girls' tongues encircle each other.

"Looks like someone's getting excited," Margie said coyly between kisses.

"Mm-hmmm," Trina eyed Fonda's cock while she played with her roommate's swollen nipples.

He watched as Trina's tongue disappeared into her friend's mouth, one hand slipping the straps of her teddy from her shoulders, exposing Margie's large breasts. Margie cupped one of Trina's small breasts in her right hand, her thumb teasing the nipple to a ready point. Fonda continued to rub their backs, digging his hands into each woman's mane of dark hair.

Where Trina was slender and petite, with crisp, shiny hair, Margie was shorter and more rounded with heavier breasts and a crowning mane of thick dark hair. He marveled at their contrasts, reveling in the attention he was receiving from the two beauties. Both women leaned into each other over Fonda, and added his tongue to theirs in a three way kiss that left the young Greek on the verge of exploding.

Margie pulled from the kiss first. She watched Trina's eyes as her hand stroked Fonda's penis. Fonda arched his back slightly in response to her manipulations, thrusting his hips up slightly. Margie paused, gauging Trina's reaction. She was still unsure where all of this was going. Although she was very attracted to Fonda, Margie wasn't sure if Trina was comfortable sharing him fully with her. They'd been together with other men before, but they'd always been men whom Margie was dating or men they'd picked up for the night.

Trina smiled at Margie and responded by leaning over and taking Fonda into her mouth. Margie smiled at Trina's reaction, pleased that she didn't mind her playing with Fonda. She took the encouragement to continue to pump him up and down getting more aroused by watching Trina's delicate mouth tease him.

Fonda, by this point, was beyond the ability for rational thought. His mind was awash with a million thoughts, all connected to the feelings he was getting from the two women. He reached out with his hands and cupped each of their pussies, feeling the warm wetness on each hand's fingers. He teased their clits with his thumbs before plunging into their inviting cunts. The girls gasped and paused as they wiggled on his fingers, grinning at each other as they resumed their work on Fonda's cock.

Trina bobbed on Fonda's erect penis, flicking her little pink tongue up and down the shaft, slowing down to lick around the head. She ran her tongue over the opening in his glans, lapping up any pre-come that pooled at the head. Margie shivered when Trina's tongue came in contact with her fingers, and stroked Fonda's cock more insistently. She wanted Fonda but she also wanted Trina.

Trina leaned back and joined Margie's in pumping Fonda, intertwining their fingers. As Trina removed her mouth, Margie used the opportunity to go down on Fonda. She moaned loudly when her mouth came in contact with his slick head and clamped her lips tightly around the flared purple ring. She wriggled and moaned, lifting her ass and opening her legs slightly as her head bobbed on the Greek's large cock. Trina was busy nibbling Fonda's nipple, meeting his lips in a languid kiss every few moments. Fonda shifted his position, his dick popping from Margie's mouth.

Trina broke the kiss briefly, her mouth open and panting lightly against his cheek. Open lips dragged against his cheek and jaw, whispering in his ear, "Do you like this, Fonda? If you want us to stop, we will. I have to warn you, though, we might have to hold you down and have our way with you." Trina took Fonda�s groan and the simultaneous arch of his back as a sign that he wanted more. More is definitely what Margie and Trina had in mind.

Margie felt disappointed, but only briefly, as Fonda shifted his position, his dick popping from her mouth. He wasn't pulling away, he was merely changing positions. He kissed Trina and lifted her to the arm of the sofa. Her legs were draped on either side of Margie. Fonda caressed the inside of her thigh, pulling her lips apart and feeling her wetness. His fingers left a wet trail down Trina's thigh and then on Margie's face. Margie understood. Fonda moved away from the two women. He lifted Margie's chin and kissed her, squeezing her large breasts as he did so. Margie moaned as his tongue played with hers. His fingers tightened around her fully erect nipple, pulling and twisting, matching each thrust of his tongue. She whimpered in ecstasy, wanting so desperately to be fucked.

"Margie, get on your knees," Fonda guided, feeling more comfortable in the unfamiliar scenario. He ran his hand over Margie's dripping pussy and she pushed back into it, groaning at the contact. He slipped a finger inside her.

Fonda moved behind Margie, guiding her closer to Trina. She was watching Margie's face as she leaned in toward her thighs. Fonda raised up on his knees and slid his dick into Margie's pussy from behind in one smooth thrust.

"Oh Fuck," Margie cried out. "God, Trina. Don't give this one up. He's got a great cock."

Trina spread her slender legs wider, lifting one leg to drape over the back of the couch, the other leg settled on the floor. Her pink pussy, wet and bare, was open as her roommate lowered her mouth to it, running her tongue around the labia, just teasing Trina's clit. Fonda was enthralled by her beauty, her lust-filled expression and the animalistic way her hips gyrated as Margie went down on her.

As he thrust himself into Margie, he reached out to caress Trina's small breasts. She took one of her hands off of Margie's head and grabbed Fonda's hand, guiding his index finger into her mouth and moaning her pleasure into his finger.

Fonda pushed into Margie's cunt with force. He buried himself deeply, moving slightly at first. His concentration was on Trina, the way her nipples hardened and pointed to the ceiling even as they bounced and jiggled with each movement she made. He leaned over and captured one of Margie's large breasts in his hand, kneading and squeezing as he continued his rhythmic fuck. After having two orgasms tonight already, Fonda knew that he was going to be able to last for quite some time and he wanted to watch Margie bring Trina off; to watch her squirm and shake with her own orgasm.

Margie had smelled Trina's arousal before her tongue even closed in on the other woman's wet pussy. She delicately stroked the opened folds of her vagina with her tongue, moving up and down lightly at first. Gradually she increased her pressure on Trina's pussy, dipping her tongue deep into her vagina. She moved her tongue inside Trina, moaning and humming as she stroked in the way that she knew Trina loved. Margie pulled back long enough to inhale her musky scent and feel her clit with one hand. God, she had missed being with her roommate. She couldn't even remember when the last time was that the two of them had gotten together.

She pulled back at the V on top of her pussy, watching her clit surge forward. It was engorged and stiffening. She leaned forward again and gave her clit a flick of her tongue, getting more turned on with each thrust of Trina's hips. She felt Fonda behind her ram himself into her and was overwhelmed with the sensations she was receiving at both ends. She arched her back and met him thrust for thrust. Each stroke pushed her nose and mouth deeper into Trina's pussy. Her mouth closed in on her roommate, sucking and licking her soaking vulva, smearing her face with Trina's juices. She caught her clit between her lips and began sucking frantically, burying two fingers deep into Trina's tight pussy. She plunged in and out of Trina with her fingers, her mouth suckling on her erect clit as Fonda fucked her from behind. She always fucked loudly, and this time was no exception. She groaned and moaned loudly with each slap and grind, drowning out Trina's sighs and soft moans.

Trina whimpered as her back arched involuntarily, pushing her hips forward and throwing her head back. Margie felt the pulsing begin in Trina, the throbbing of her sex shooting more wetness from her vagina to drip down her hand and arm. Trina trembled and whimpered, hips thrust up and stiff as the orgasm tore through her. Margie released Trina's clit, softly licking around her tender pussy as another orgasm gripped her.

Fonda increased his force while Trina climaxed, squealing loudly, as he fucked Margie harder. One of her hands had found Margie's clit and was furiously rubbing away. Fonda rubbed his hand over Margie's pussy, gathering as much lubrication as he could with his fingers. He placed one finger at the entrance to Margie's puckered rosebud, inserting it slowly, gauging her reaction. Margie roughly pushed back against him, taking him in as deep as possible and answering his unspoken question. She grunted and moaned, twisting her nipples viciously as he continued to pump his cock into her pussy and now two fingers into her ass. Fonda slid into her thick wetness and pulled nearly completely out. She could feel the ridge of his penis tickling the entrance to her pussy right before he slammed himself deep into her. A few more times and she wouldn't be able to hold back. The man had a thick cock and he knew how to use it, its circumference alone was rubbing every nerve up and down her vagina into a frenzy. His cock head slammed against her cervix, increasing her excitement. Her finger pushed down on her clit and rubbed harder as he finger fucked her ass furiously. She felt the pressure building and cried out with the orgasm, collapsing against Trina's thighs, startling her roommate from her own post-orgasmic stupor.

Fonda was not finished, however, and gathered more lubrication from Margie's sloppy cunt and laved her ass with her juices. With one slow but steady stroke, he entered Margie's tight ass, causing the raven-haired beauty to grunt in pleasure.

"Fuck me with that big fucking cock of yours. Fuck my ass."

"You like me fucking your tight ass don't you?" Fonda grunted incoherently.

"Yes. Fuck my ass."

Trina got off the edge of the sofa and sidled up to Fonda. She thrust her tongue into his mouth while she reached under her friend and fingered her pussy roughly. Margie bucked at the added sensation and felt the stirrings of another orgasm. Fonda thrust wildly into her tight ass as his own climax was nearing. Margie grabbed Trina's hand and rubbed it violently over her clit as she screamed out her orgasm. All this was too much for Fonda, as the contractions of Margie's anus sent him over the edge, causing him to shoot his load deep within Margie's bowel.

After the pulses slowed and the hard breathing eased, they moved into Margie's bed. They were spent, tired out from the exertion of the last hour. Arms, legs and hands intertwined within the sheets. Fonda was the first to drift to sleep, soon followed by Trina and then finally by Margie, who wasn't nearly as worn out as the other two.
 
 
 
 

VIII

Fonda awoke with a start. He knew where he was but he still wasn't prepared to deal with last night's activities just yet. Physically his night was fantastic, but he couldn't sort out emotionally what the three of them had done last night. He was tremendously attracted to Trina, but had enjoyed his time with Margie too. He wondered what Trina might think of him now that the heat of the moment had passed. Fonda knew, or rather he was afraid, that the women would have second thoughts about what they had done, and wondered how this would affect any possible relationship with Trina.

Slowly he turned his head to one side, feeling in the early morning light for a body next to his. The sheets were rumpled around his feet, leaving him bare and chilled, with nobody on either side to keep him warm. He heard the shower running and deduced that one � or maybe both � of the women were in there. He felt awkward, alone in the big bed and unsure what he should do next.

Before he had a chance to do anything, though, the shower cut off and he heard the curtain being moved aside. Turning toward the bathroom door, Fonda waited to see who would emerge. He was disappointed to see Margie and not Cat stepping from the steam filled room. There was so much that he still wanted to say to Trina. He frowned and hoped that Margie didn't notice. She leaned against the doorjamb, beads of water sliding down her gorgeous body, striking a pose for Fonda's benefit. She rubbed at her dark hair with a pink towel, eyeing Fonda salaciously. That the woman was acutely aware that she was gorgeous was a fact not lost on Fonda.

"She had an early call down at her agent's office. Something about a possible audition," Margie said as she approached the bed, trying to remember Trina's message from an hour earlier.

Fonda felt compelled to cover himself. "I need to get going too."

"What's the big hurry? Surely we have a little time to spend together alone," Margie said, kneeling at the foot of the bed. Her breasts were large and milky-white; the faint, blue veins visible beneath the surface. Her nipples were brown and flat. Fonda forced his eyes from her chest. Of course, there weren't many places on Margie's naked body that he could look without getting aroused.

"I need to be at the restaurant," his flaccid penis began to stir against his better judgment. Margie lifted to her knees and moved closer to him, crawling closer and causing him to squirm. "Early deliveries, fish and all that . . . " His words drifted away as Margie bent over and took his half-erect penis in her mouth. Strands of her still wet hair stuck to his belly and thighs as she worked him to an uncomfortable hardness.

Margie let him fall from her mouth. She leaned forward and kissed him on the lips, sucking his lower lip between both of hers as she straddled his hips. "C'mon Fonda. Just one more time and I'll leave you alone."

"No, we shouldn't. What about Trina . . . ." His protest was interrupted by a kiss. He wanted to resist, but he couldn't help himself and kissed back, hard. He broke the kiss and leaned into her chest, capturing one of her brown nipples in his mouth, sucking furiously. Almost instantly the nipple sprang to life, lengthening to a hard point. Fonda played with her breasts as Margie impaled herself on his waiting erection. She rode him up and down roughly as his mouth continued to slap at her tits, catching a nipple between his teeth on every other gallop. She leaned into him, rubbing her breasts against his unshaven cheek, lifting them with her hands for him to suck. Her moaning got louder as her motions increased. Soon she was rocking back and forth on his hard dick, rubbing her clit against his pubic bone, alternating that with up-and-down slams against his pelvis.

"Fuck, Fonda, I'm going to come!" Margie cried out as she continued to bounce and rub on him.

Fonda stiffened, feeling his own orgasm nearing as well. Margie lifted from his dick, pulling him out of her just as his come began shooting. She continued to rub herself to orgasm on his hard thigh, pushing his throbbing penis between her breasts. His load shot in spurts against her breasts, neck, and hair, with some of it even spurting against her cheek. Fonda watched in dazed amazement as Margie rubbed the semen with her fingers, stopping to lick her fingers clean between strokes.

"Oh fuck, Fonda. Fuck, fuck, fuck . . . " Margie groaned as she continued to buck against his leg. "You're such a fuckin' stud . . . I could eat you all day."

Fonda suddenly felt a wave of guilt wash over him. Although he enjoyed his experience with the two women the night before, that didn't mean all three of them had a relationship. He wanted to get to know Trina better and any budding relationship with her wasn't going to go very far if he continued to screw Margie. He released a breath as he gently nudged Margie off of his lap.

"I'm sorry, but I have to leave." Fonda grabbed his clothes and entered the bathroom, leaving Margie to stare after him in surprise.

"Okay. Whatever," Margie said loudly so that he could hear her through the door. "Just remember, I'm here if you need someone to fuck . . . you know, if things don't work out between you and Trina. Even if they do, you know, I can keep a secret."

Margie stretched out on the bed and opened her legs. She touched herself, her fingers still slick with Fonda's semen. "Ooh, yeah." She continued to masturbate, Fonda's silky effluence mingling with her own juices. Her fingers disappeared only to reappear slicker and wetter. Her hips bounced up and down on the mattress. She tensed and cried out with her next orgasm, blissfully unaware of Fonda's presence.

Fonda hurried and left the apartment, leaving Margie alone and strangely content in her bed. His mind created all kinds of dangerous scenarios involving Margie and Trina. He felt uneasy and guilty as hell as he left the building and started his car, trying to sort through everything he had gone through in the last twelve hours or so as he drove to work.
 
 
 
 

IX

Fonda grinned at his brother. Stavros chuckled, shaking his head. "So, you two had a good time last night, eh?"

"It was amazing, Stavros. I'm actually sore this morning."

"Really? She wore you out?"

Fonda lowered his voice as one of the line cooks walked by him carrying a bucket of vegetables. "Not just her, but her roommate too."

"Bullshit," Stavros responded loudly, causing some of the kitchen help to look in their direction. Then he lowered his voice and clutched his brother by the arm. "You're fucking with me, aren't you? You had the gorgeous one with the big tits, too?"

Fonda smiled broadly. "I can't believe it. I felt like a porn star. I really had no idea what to do. It was incredible."

"Well, I'm jealous, you lucky bastard. You can thank me later. For now, we have a little problem with the calamari delivery."

Fonda tied a crisp, white apron around his waist and walked over to one of the huge stoves. The aroma of sauteed onions and garlic greeted him. His stomach growled in return. He was so involved in last night's activities that he never ate dinner. He gathered the ingredients to make an omelet, taking some of the freshly chopped scallions and peppers from a cutting board.

"Fonda!" Stavros interrupted.

"We have no shortage of onions, Stavros . . . "

"I don't care about that. We have to do something about the calamari, though. But you just eat and don't worry about what's going wrong with your restaurant. Fine." He threw his hands up in frustration. "Take ten minutes to eat breakfast, Mr. Hefner," Stavros grinned. "But I have something else to discuss with you."

Fonda poured the egg mixture into a skillet and turned his attention back to his brother. "Go on."

"We've hired a lot of new people lately, especially at the market, and I think we might want to sweep through with another round of tests."

"More drug tests, Stavros?" Fonda sighed.

"I know, I know. I really don't like the idea any more than you do, but we need to cover our asses. If someone gets sick because of something some druggie gutting fish does, we're screwed and can kiss this restaurant goodbye."

"I know, you're right. It just seems distasteful to me, making someone piss in a cup. Ok, call the guy � the clinic � that does it. Set it up for as soon as possible and get it out of the way."

"Fine. Now, make the call to the calamari shysters so we can get that out of the way," Stavros said.

"Give me the phone," Fonda sighed, shaking his head while he called his squid supplier.

While Fonda and Stavros were discussing business details, Trina settled herself into her regular seat at Fonda's restaurant, pretending to be interested in the menu. She glanced over the top of the laminated page, scanning the dining room and bar for any signs of Fonda. After last night she couldn't stop thinking about him. She asked Margie to give him a message for her but she knew how forgetful her friend could be. Missing the appointment with her agent this morning was not an option. And it was definitely worth it after her agent called and told her that she was granted an audition with Madame Renault and the NYC Ballet Company. She couldn't wait to share the news with Fonda.

Trina blushed when Fonda stepped through the double doors from the kitchen. He was wearing the same clothes from yesterday with a clean white apron thrown over them. His hair was slicked back and he needed a shave. He looked gorgeous. Trina felt nervous. She was unsure of what he'd think of her after the threesome with her best friend last night and was kind of fearful of his initial reaction to her.

Over the next several minutes, she fought the urge to jump up and run as far away as she could possibly go. This scared her more than anything. Normally with men she dated, she was straightforward and disinterested, smug in the way she would make them uncomfortable. But with Fonda, she felt an uneasiness that she couldn't define. She was nervous about seeing him and she was actually concerned � worried � over what he felt about her.

She heard the bell on the door and watched as Fonda looked up to greet the next customer. His expression changed slightly. Instead of smiling and cordially greeting the next customer as was his usual demeanor, he fidgeted and smiled nervously. Trina leaned over slightly in her chair to see past the booth in front of her to get a good look at who just entered.

"Hey Fonda. Long time, no see. Thought I'd stop in for lunch and see if I could ring up another big bill," Margie laughed, placing her hand familiarly on Fonda's sleeve. "You look a little tired, love. Didn't you get any sleep last night?" Margie teased.

Tina's eyes narrowed as she watched the exchange. Margie was dangerously close to crossing a line with her. Despite their unusual evening, Trina felt territorial toward Fonda. That bothered her almost as much as Margie's reaction to him. A day ago, Fonda was nothing more to her than a minor annoyance, an errand that had to be dispatched as expeditiously as possibly. But now he was someone she felt was hers and she actually felt that she and Fonda were a couple, something that she rarely � if ever � felt with any man. She was jealous. Catty even, she thought, smiling slightly.

"I'll just find my usual table. I'll just bet Trina shows up," Margie kissed Fonda on the cheek and gave him a surreptitious pat on his ass, causing him to jump, before she walked down the aisle to their corner table by the window. She looked at Trina in surprise, smiling broadly. "Well, speak of the devil. Fonda, did you know Trina was already here waiting to see you?" Margie grinneded mischievously.

Trina was annoyed. Margie was acting a little too loud and obnoxious � even more than usual. Fonda approached their table and pulled up a chair. He sat and gazed into Tina's eyes. "I didn't see you sitting there, Cat," Fonda smiled dreamily.

"Cat?" Margie giggled. "Still with the 'cat' nickname? Do I get a nickname too?"

Trina threw a glare at Margie, but ignored her comment. "I just walked in. I'm a little early. I had a great meeting with my agent . . . I'm so excited."

"Yeah, I bet," Margie laughed.

It was Fonda's turn to glare at Margie. He wanted nothing more than to spend some time alone with Trina. Margie's presence was just making everything uncomfortable for everyone.

Trina smoothed back her hair and turned more in Fonda's direction. His deep brown eyes were melting her, making her feel nervous. How much did he think of last night? Did it totally take over his thoughts like it had hers or was he simply overwhelmed by the threesome? What did he really think of her? At first she didn't think Fonda was her type at all, but now all she could think about was being alone with him. She couldn't fully gauge his reaction now, though. He seemed nervous and uncomfortable. Was he bothered by Margie's obnoxious little comments or did the threesome with Margie cross some sort of line they couldn't recover from? Was their relationship over before it had even really begun? She was just so caught up in the moment that she didn't think of the long term consequences of involving Margie last night. Still, she was excited about her audition and washed away all of her fears to tell Fonda about it.

"Anyway, remember how I was talking to the older woman at the shoot? She was the director of the NYC ballet." Trina squirmed in her seat, leaning in closer to Fonda. "I have an audition scheduled at 2:00 tomorrow afternoon!" Trina beamed, squeezing Fonda's hand.

"That's wonderful, Trina. If your ballet dancing is as good as the dancing I saw last night � at the video shoot . . . " Fonda quickly added, darting a look at Margie, "you'll knock their socks off."

"Yeah, I'll just bet." Margie laughed again, banging her hand down on the table.

"Shut up, Margie," Trina barked, glaring at her friend.

Margie snapped her mouth shut and looked back at them in wide-eyed surprise.

"So. . . how are you doing today?" Trina asked a little shyly.

Fonda smiled. He took his hand in hers and kissed her fingertips. "Very well. I'm tired."

Trina blushed. "So, like, that bill from yesterday is thrown away and forgotten about?"

Fonda laughed. "Unless you would like a lesson in fish-gutting."

Fonda and Trina laughed together. Margie picked up her menu as Fonda excused himself to make a phone call and wait on a couple of tables.

"I'll be back for your orders, ladies," he smiled and let his gaze rest on Trina as he walked away.

"Hey Fonda, I just got off the phone with the lab," Stavros walked from the office as Fonda hung up his cell phone after speaking with his squid supplier. "The guy will be here for pee-pee time tomorrow morning at 8:00."

"Let's just get it over with. It ruins morale whenever we have to do that."

"What did they say?" Stavros motioned toward the phone.

"They'll get back to me in a couple of minutes. This is the second time in the last month the calamari has been shit. If they don't give me an answer I like, we'll go with someone else. I'm getting pissed with them."

"Oh another thing, I wanted to tell you that Will has some suspicions about a couple of people in the market."

"Like who?" Fonda asked.

"There's that delivery guy, Jackson. Will says he's always late and has to be told what to do constantly. He used to be a very good worker, and always on time, but now . . . Will doesn't know if he's become lazy or something else, but he's keeping his eyes on him."

Fonda sighed. Problems with employees were easily the most draining aspect of running a restaurant. "Who else?"

"There's the one you hired a little over two weeks ago. That . . . that North fellow. Corey or Corky is his name."

Fonda nodded. "I remember. A little strange and resisted the hair net at first. Why a man keeps such long hair, I'll never understand. And all those earrings . . . " Fonda shook his head. "Still, it was him or nobody. It's getting so difficult to get anyone to hire these days."

"Will doesn't think he'll work out. He's still on one month probation, so we can get rid of him for any reason. He can't put his finger on it just yet but that Corky fellow seems suspicious to him. He's watching him closely. Some of the older guys have also expressed a desire to see him leave." Stavros tilted his head toward the fish market and continued.. "He seems shady to me."

Fonda shook his head. "I'll have a look later. What time is his shift over?"

"He works 6:00 to 3:00. Another thing, Will says he seems to get a lot of visitors," Stavros shrugged. "I don't know why so many people would want to socialize in a fish market. Something else to think about."

Fonda nodded. "I'll watch him and talk to Will today . . . Corey, not Corky," he corrected.

"Whatever," Stavros said as he walked into the main dining room leaving Fonda to discuss something with one of the line cooks.
 
 

Trina had waited until Fonda was out of sight before leaning toward Margie. "Okay, like, what the fuck is your deal?"

"What do you mean?" Margie asked, feigning surprise.

"Look, if last night messed with your head so much that you have to babble on and on and act like a total bitch, I'll just take my things and move out," Trina fumed.

"No. I don't want you to do that," Margie's eyes softened. "You're my best friend. I'm sorry. Okay, last night was a little different but I'm okay with it. Really. I guess I'm a little nervous. I'm sorry, Trina. It's just that, I don't know. I'm happy that you found a nice guy and maybe even a little jealous too."

"You? Jealous of me?" Trina asked incredulously.

"Yeah. What the hell kind of a statement is that? I mean, you like, didn't even want to go out with this guy and the next thing I know, you two are doing the nasty on the couch, screaming loud enough to wake up everyone in The Village. I mean, God, Trina," Margie leaned closed and lowered her voice. "That was one hot scene last night. I mean, not only is he nice and normal � a first for you, you know � he's hot, too. Yeah, I was jealous."

Trina smiled inwardly. That she could make Margie, the most beautiful woman she knew, jealous, gave her a satisfying feeling. "Yeah, we were kinda into it, huh?"

"No shit, huh? I was watching for like twenty minutes and neither one of you knew I was there. You two were fucking like animals," Margie smirked and then continued. "And is he a great fuck or what? I mean, I thought he was cute because I really get into the strong, silent type, but that cock of his is huge. I'm having a tough time sitting down today. He's hung like a fucking horse," Margie added in her usual tasteful and classy manner.

Trina snorted then quickly tried to stop as she saw Fonda heading for their table.

"Here comes Trigger," Margie said, making a neighing sound.

Trina laughed again, covering her reddening face with her hands and recovering just as Fonda got to the table.

"So, what will it be for the two of you today? We have a broiled snapper that is just delicious," he suggested.

"Just a salad for me, thanks," Trina smiled. "With a fat-free vinaigrette."

"Me too . . . only I'll have the one with the grilled chicken breast, with blue cheese dressing," Margie ordered, never one to need to worry about calories.

Trina was thinking about how her friend could eat whatever she wanted and never seem to gain a pound when her thoughts were interrupted by the ring of a cell phone. She looked at Margie expecting it to be hers. Fonda removed the phone from the clip at his belt. "Fonda Daskalakas."

"Yes. This afternoon at three? No, the calamari must be replaced before then . . . I have a crowd who expects fresh calamari at lunch." Fonda leaned back in his chair, running a hand through his hair in agitation. His voice rose slightly. "If you cannot deliver, we will use a different supplier. I cannot run my business based on what you delivered this morning. Yes. Fine. 11:30, I expect to see the delivery then, not one second later."

Fonda ended the call and placed the cell phone on the table. "Ladies, excuse me for that," he smiled sheepishly. "I'll be back with the salads in a few minutes. How about a nice bowl of Tomato Florentine soup to go with it? On the house."

Trina smiled up at him. "Just a small cup for me, Fonda. Thanks."

"Oh, she might actually eat something today," Fonda teased as he walked away.

Trina shrugged and giggled, feeling a little shy in front of Fonda. She looked down and reached for his cell phone in distraction, hoping her curtain of black hair hid her deep blush from Margie. Trina glanced up at Margie and shrugged again. "What's the harm in eating a little more today, right? I mean, like, that big shoot is over with and I can reward myself, can't I?"

"Seems like you got the best reward last night," Margie smirked.

Trina smiled, playing with Fonda's cell phone. "There," she said, putting the phone back on the table. "I changed his ring from the boring one to "Ode to Joy" � much more lively."

Margie nodded, "Ode to Joy wouldn't happen to reflect a little on how you feel with him," Margie needled, hoping to get Trina to open up.

Their eyes met. "I'm sure, Margie. One night, a few hours, I don't really know the guy, do I?" Trina breathed deeply, trying to convince herself of just that.