Even when she was lost in pleasure, Monica reached when the door opened, and Rachel walked out wearing a shocking ensemble. The first thing he noticed was a robe, mostly lace and satin, dark blue.
It was striking enough that, even if it was properly tied, it would have been far too inappropriate for a public encounter.
It was not properly tied. It was loose enough to give a glimpse of what she was wearing underneath. It was a light blue, lacy bra, one that was tiny enough to reveal her bosom in a very enticing manner.
The fact that her garter belt was peeking whenever she took a step forward made the sight even better.
He had to admit, it was a good combination. Striking, sexy, and highlighting her best features. She was dressed to impress, but also she showed off her fashion skills, including her makeup, which was adjusted pretty amazingly.
Monica was the first to react. “W-what are you wearing?” she gasped.
Rachel’s clueless smile was a thing of perfection. “What do you mean, Monica? I just asked you that I could change into my underwear to prove I understand fashion, and you said it’s okay.”
She didn’t, not in so many words, but Monica had been too distracted to listen to her, a fact Rachel was abusing shamelessly.
“Still, I don’t—“ Monica started, but a change in his invasion angle was all that was needed to silence her.
Rachel smirked. “Thank you, Mon. I know you would be understanding. You’re the best,” she said.
“Alright, show me you know how to walk as well,” he said, gesturing.
“I don’t want to work as a model,” Rachel said.
“I know, but if you know how to walk, you can guide them,” he explained. He didn’t need Rachel to model, even though she was pretty enough to handle it. Having someone who could actually manage the operations was more valuable.
She smiled playfully once again. “Good.” She walked across the room, passing over them, each step making her hips shake beautifully. On the other side of the room, she dropped her robe in one move, which revealed her sexy ass, mostly revealed in her tiny thong.
“R-Rachel,” Monica gasped while he smirked and picked up speed, once again silencing Monica with pleasure.
“Just proving my skills, Mon,” Rachel said as she walked back, slowing down when she was right in front of them.
“Good start,” he said as he pointed at her bedroom door.
Monica turned to him when the door closed. “What was that?” she asked.
“You asked me to consider her for a fashion job,” he said shamelessly. “I’m doing that? Don’t tell me you changed your mind?”
“I didn’t … but…”
“I can test her when you’re not present, if it will make you more comfortable. I just thought you would feel better if you knew exactly what was going on,” he said, pushing his acting talent to the limit to sound like he was insulted, but trying to hide his wounded reaction.
It was mean, but watching Monica’s face twist from pleasure to guilt was too amusing.
“I didn’t mean it like that,” she said. “I … since … under …”
“Don’t worry. You’re a good actress, and Rachel clearly assumes we’re just cuddling. Relax, and enjoy the show,” he said.
“Still…” she muttered, but he could see that it was a token complaint. She was already defeated. His looks and his presence were a devastating combination, especially against someone with addled thoughts after multiple climaxes, and currently at the edge of another one. “You’re right,” she surrendered.
Then, the door opened once more, revealing Rachel, this time wearing a cute white teddy, and a matching robe and stockings. She was no professional model, but she knew how to make her sexiness work.
Rachel and he had a quick discussion about the technical nature of her choice, and Rachel disappeared back to her room, quickly showing off two more underwear. Then, the third came in the form of a tiny red lacy set, its sexiness further enhanced by her stilettos.
This time, while she was walking, he gestured her to stop, then lean forward. She did, which brought her cleavage to their faces. Monica’s widening gaze was beautiful, especially when he reached to caress her breast shamelessly. “Pass me the bra,” he said.
Rachel smirked as she reached to her back, unhooked it, and gave it to him, revealing her breasts, her nipples rock hard.
“Good choice with the fabric. The pattern of the lace really works with your natural curves,” he said.
“Rachel!” Monica finally gasped.
“Oh, sorry, Monica. I’m blocking the TV. My bad,” Rachel said shamelessly as she sat down on the same couch Monica was being fucked. “It must be a really interesting movie for you to get that angry.”
He decided to use Monica’s distraction to his benefit and carefully pulled the cover down, revealing Monica’s breasts.
“You know it’s not about that,” Monica said.
“Maybe not,” she said as she leaned back against their legs. “But, if it was anything important, stop cuddling your friend and we can have a private chat about it.”
That made Monica blush. “T-that is not necessary. You can’t just reveal your breasts in the middle of the living room.”
“Why? You do,” she said and pointed, and Monica looked down, realizing that she was sporting them. Monica gasped as she pulled the covers back, which covered herself … but also pulled the lower half of the cover high enough to reveal Rachel’s dress.
“It’s different,” Monica started, then stopped, catching Rachel’s angry expression.
“Monica, what happened to my dress!” she gasped as she pulled it up, her distress genuine.
Monica blushed. “Is your dress the most important thing right now?”
“Yes!”
He couldn’t help but chuckle at the sudden standoff as the two best friends started glaring at each other. “Hey, don’t act smug. It’s clear you’re responsible for destroying my dress!” Rachel said, her anger turning playful.
“Sorry. I couldn’t help it. Monica was simply that sexy.”
“Sexier than her covered in chocolate?” Rachel said. Monica’s eyes widened. “Yes, I saw it,” Rachel said smugly. “For someone that’s obsessed with getting on my case about kitchen hygiene, you can be surprisingly dirty in there, Monica!”
“Unlike your cooking attempts, I actually clean up after myself!” Monica retaliated, as if that were the most important detail. “I wiped every surface with bleach, twice!”
That made Rachel giggle. “Really, Monica, that’s your comeback.”
Ethan chuckled. “Hey, don’t blame her. She’s distracted. Up until fifteen seconds ago, she was under the impression that you hadn’t realized what’s going on underneath…”
“She did—“ Monica gasped, but that realization came with a sudden tightening of her core. A well-timed flick to her nipple, and Monica was hit by another orgasm, even more spectacular after the long edging.
Monica lost control of her voice, moaning desperately.
Rachel watched as Monica’s mind and body short-circuited with pleasure. “What the hell,” she gasped. “I mean, you’re not killing her under there, right?” she asked.
“Why don’t you get a look yourself,” he said as he pushed the cover down, finally revealing Monica’s used, glistening body. Rachel’s eyes widened. “I mean, multiple orgasms take their toll.”
“Multiple … that sounds like bragging.”
He smirked. “Oh, Rachel. I don’t brag about anything. Certainly not there.”
Rachel didn’t answer immediately, still watching trembling Monica. “B-big words,” she said.
“How about a bet?” he said.
“What’s the bet?” she said. “Don’t tell me I’ll get the job if I win.”
He smiled. “Nothing that crass,” he said. “You already have the job, if you want.”
“Really?” she said.
“Yes. We’ll start with a relatively low salary, and no equity, but depending on your performance, we’ll adjust. Impress me, and equity is on the table.”
“Deal,” she said. “I’ll work for free!”
He waved his hand. “Unacceptable. You’ll be my photography assistant here in New York. We’ll start with forty dollars hourly, and adjust based on performance.”
“That’s the low salary you’re talking about!” she said. “Even with the tips, it’s more than double what I make at the coffee shop.”
“It is, compared to what I’ll pay once you prove yourself,” he said. It wasn’t low, but it wasn’t as high as he could have been. However, he didn’t offer more, because he knew that, unlike Max, Rachel would accept any number.
Not that it was a personality flaw or something shameful. He certainly would have done the same. It was just common sense.
“Oh my god, thank you, thank you,” Rachel said as she jumped to her feet, approached him from the other side, and hugged him, forgetting her current state. And, he was sure that she had forgotten it rather than playing it to seduce him. With his Perception, he could tell the difference very easily.
Rachel was really excited enough to forget that she was half naked. He let her hug him, his hips still invading Monica. Rachel’s gaze downward finally reminded her that Monica was naked, and she blushed, remembering her own nudity.
“So, the bet,” he said smugly.
“I … what’s the bet, and what’s the reward?” she said.
“Since you think multiple orgasms is unrealistic, the challenge is that I will give one to you in less than a minute,” he said.
“Hey, I didn’t agree to that,” Monica gasped, finally breaking her haze.
“Even if the reward is that Rachel has to listen to your orders for the rest of the night?” he offered. Monica’s widening gaze was beautiful.
“Really? Monica ordering me around. That’s impractical,” Rachel chuckled.
“Deal,” Monica immediately jumped, too competitive to let that comment slide.
“And if I win,” Rachel asked.
“A favor, whatever you want,” he offered, confident that he wouldn’t need it. Making someone cum under a minute would have been a challenge even with all his new advantages, but in Rachel’s case, the most of the work had already been done with her fashion show and Monica’s incredible moans.
He slipped out of Monica. “Mon, please go and get an egg timer,” he said, slapping her ass.
Monica dashed to the kitchen despite her horribly trembling legs, and he pulled Rachel onto his lap. Only then, Rachel realize exactly what she had committed to. “Damn, you’re good,” she gasped.
“Oh, baby, you haven’t seen anything yet,” he said, his hand resting on her waist. “Apologies in advance, I usually prefer foreplay, but our bet is …”
Monica returned, ignoring her nudity as she set the egg timer on the table, confirming that playing Monica’s competitiveness had been the easiest way to warm her up to a threesome.
Well, technically it was not yet a threesome, but still…
“Ready?” Monica asked, her enthusiasm shocking.
“Yes. But —“ Rachel started, but the moment Monica triggered the egg timer, her words died under his assault. His approach came in three ways. First, his lips clamped on her neck, quick to find a sensitive spot. At the same time, one hand landed on her breasts, playing with her nipples, the other slipping into her panties.
Ethan was glad for his Perception, which allowed him to optimize speed and pressure. And, poor Rachel, already half gone, had no chance. Thirty seconds in, he switched from kissing her neck to kissing her directly, his tongue plundering.
When the egg timer pinged, Rachel was already trembling in the aftermath of an orgasm. “W-what the hell was that?” she gasped, her eyes wide.
[Achievement complete. Teach Rachel the perils of gambling.
Challenge: Hard]
[+10 Attractiveness
1 Random Gold Skill
1 Random Gold Reward]
He picked the stat, mostly because he didn’t expect to get anything interesting from Rachel at Adept level.
“That, Rachel, is what happens when you challenge me in the bedroom,” he said. Then, he looked at Monica. “What are we going to do, chef?” It was intentional. He knew that calling her chef would trigger her kitchen habits.
In the kitchen, the chef was a dictator, an absolute ruler. Her rule was the law. “Well, a bet is a bet, Rachel,” Monica said with a smirk. “Maybe I should order you to clean the bathroom properly while Ethan fucks me, what do you think?”
Rachel whimpered. Even he was surprised by her words. He expected her to adapt, but the speed surprised him. It was as if he managed to find a switch. “Please…” Rachel whispered.
“Fine. I’m a good roommate. Ethan, spank her. She deserves to be punished for daring to trick me.”
“W-wait,” Rachel muttered, but that was all she said before he flipped her like a toy. “God, you’re strong,” Rachel gasped, clearly aroused by the fact.
He spanked her. “I told you, I’m filled with surprises,” he teased.
“Good girl,” Monica said, watching it excitedly in a way that made him suspect that Monica had just discovered something new about herself. He spanked, Rachel moaned, and Monica leaned forward, watching Rachel’s reddening ass curiously.
“Come on, try,” he whispered as he touched Monica’s wrist. She spanked Rachel playfully, who moaned even louder, her eyes wide. But, anything she might say died when he finally ripped her panties apart and started fingering her again.
It was fascinating just how easily a couple of orgasms and a pretty face could escalate things…
“Let’s change things a bit,” he said as he moved Rachel again, this time pulling her to his lap, rubbing his thickness against her wet entrance. “Slap her tits, Monica.”
Monica followed, though he was happy to note that her slaps stayed playful rather than turning painful. It was more about exerting control, not about pain. He could have teased Rachel, but that time was mostly gone. Instead, after rubbing a few times playfully, he pushed inside, Rachel’s wetness devouring him.
“God, you’re tight,” Ethan groaned, as he started to thrust. Long, deep strokes that made her breasts bounce, which encouraged Monica to slap them more. “Kiss them,” he ordered, and she switched.
“I … this was not what I expected,” Rachel moaned desperately, but she leaned to Monica’s lips. Monica ignored her words, possibly not even hearing them as her fingers traveled down, finding Rachel’s clit.
The dual stimulation made Rachel thrash desperately. Her moans grew louder, more frantic. “Harder, Ethan,” Monica ordered. “Punish our little loser properly.”
He obliged, slamming into Rachel faster, his Strength enough to treat her as a toy, the wet slap of skin filling the room, muffled moans and occasional slaps. The deep strokes, and the unfamiliar teasing from Monica drove her to another quick orgasm.
Rachel leaned back, her breathing wild, while Monica gave her a moment to recover as well.
[Achievement complete. The art of escalation.
Challenge: Daring]
[+25 Any Stat
1 Platinum Skill Upgrade
1 Platinum Reward Upgrade]
He decided to upgrade his fashion skill. It was either that or cello, and for the moment, fashion was more critical.
[Expert Fashion]
[Elite Skill: You are an exceptional sylist. You’re very effective at picking clothes that highlight the subject’s best qualities, enough to work with major celebrities.]
“That was fun,” he teased.
Monica stopped, then her eyes widened at the realization as she gulped. “I … I have never done this before…”
“I … I did, a few times,” Rachel muttered.
“Do tell,” he teased.
“Nothing much to say,” Rachel muttered. “We got bored in the sorority house, and decided to see if it was as fun as others think.”
“Was it?” she asked.
“It was pleasant, but hardly exciting,” Rachel muttered. “I would have never guessed it would feel so much different during a threesome. Maybe I should have tried that.”
“Maybe, but don’t get excited,” Ethan teased. “Think about it, how many men can even handle one of you, instead of two of you?”
Rachel chuckled. “Hey, Monica. I think he’s getting arrogant already. What do you say we start cooperating and teach him a lesson?”
Monica was too competitive to refuse the offer. “Definitely,” she said as she slid closer, and started kissing him. He responded readily, happy when Rachel pulled out, only to start using her lips. A good choice. Her tongue danced skillfully, giving him an intense blowjob, sinking deep.
Monica kissed him while Rachel sucked, which turned into a fun threesome … and he decided to take control. One, they challenged him, and Monica wasn’t the only competitive person. Two, he promised to be at home when Max and Caroline returned from work, and he didn’t like breaking promises.
Especially when he didn’t actually need to stop, but just escalate.
Suddenly, he threw both women over his shoulders and stood up, and they gasped in shock. “Wow, you’re strong,” Rachel repeated, clearly enjoying his athletic body as he casually walked. “I bet you can even do push-ups while I’m sitting on your back.”
“I can do pushups while both of you are on my back,” he responded, even as he threw them on the bed. Rachel first, and Monica on top of her. “Let’s see how long you’ll last, girls,” he teased, and slipped inside Rachel, and after several pumps, switched to Monica…
The only thing that was missing was a flighty blonde between them … but it was for the future.
Cutting loose, he impaled as Monica’s ass rose invitingly, her hands parting her smooth cheeks. Monica’s breathing grew ragged. “Fuck, right there,” she gasped, another orgasm quick to build.
“Rachel. Sorry, but I think I can’t last for long,” she muttered as she came explosively, her body loosening.
“Really, Monica,” Rachel muttered.
“Well, I was already half gone when you arrived. I even fell for that stupid trick,” she muttered. “God, I can’t believe I thought you didn’t realize what was going on under the covers.”
Rachel chuckled. “Yeah, that was amusing—“ she said, but that was all she was able to say when he slipped in and drilled her hard. Since she liked his strength, he stood up with her, treating like a toy as he stood upright.
Thirty minutes was all that was needed to reach an explosive climax.
An hour later, both women were unconscious and naked in Monica’s bed, hugging each other. He chuckled as he pulled the cover over them, wrote a note to thank them for the amazing night, and left.
[Achievement complete. A partial ‘friendly’ victory.
Challenge: Daring]
[+25 Any Stat
1 Platinum Skill Upgrade
1 Platinum Reward Upgrade]
He chuckled as he finally upgraded the last adept skill he wanted to enhance.
[Expert Cello]
[Epic Skill: You are a master of handling the cello, enough to play first chair for major orchestras with dedicated solo performances.]
But, on the way back, his phone had received an alert. An email from Greendale Community College to its students, which included him because he had registered for an online photography class.
The email was inviting the students to their end-of-year western-themed picnic.
One that would escalate into the greatest paintball battle of all time…
Ethan smirked. He wouldn’t miss that for anything.
&&&
The invitation from Greendale had changed his plans somewhat. Luckily, he still had a couple of days, which allowed him to focus on actual work.
He managed to arrange a day with Mia for the shoot, in which Rachel proved to be a livesaver, because Mia’s schedule was compressed, and having an enthusiastic assistant actually allowed them to finish on schedule.
They even managed to squeeze in time for a nice but hurried dinner and a hasty but explosive quickie before Mia had to catch up with a coordination meeting.
As for Caroline and Max, he didn’t have to do much in terms of work. He gave Caroline Monica’s number, transferred fifty thousand dollars to their account, and otherwise focused on his editing.
He had no intention of holding their hands through establishing their business. He trusted their capabilities, especially since he linked them with Monica, who would be able to address their biggest issues.
He even managed to squeeze a lunch and a quickie before he left: lunch with Robin, and quickie with Rosa.
Even as he arrived at the airport, he couldn’t help but appreciate how productive the trip had been.
[Attractiveness: 355] [Graceful Movement] [Luminous Eyes]
[Intelligence: 168] [Accelerated Learning]
[Agility: 100] [Quick Hands]
[Strength: 230] [Impact Force]
[Endurance: 160] [Elevated Stamina]
[Perception: 190] [Tactical Awareness]
[Charisma: 135] [Negotiation Excellence]
But, as he walked through the airport, he caught a familiar figure from the screen. Barney, probably there to pick up some woman.
Not wanting to miss the opportunity, he followed.