He hummed as he arrived at the empty corner store, with two familiar voices coming from inside, arguing about basement space, display length, and the ceiling height…
Monica and Max.
Unsurprisingly, they were still unable to settle on a store.
Admittedly, it was somewhat his fault because he let them argue even when he noticed they were caught in a decision paralysis. He knew that Monica was a perfectionist, to a crippling degree, meaning she had the tendency to get lost in small details. He had been hoping that Max’s more casual approach would balance it.
It would have in a lower-stake situation, but her fear of failure meant that she was happy to delay the decision of signing the lease, and instead focused on the catering aspect.
Admittedly, the catering part was going well, as Max and Monica cooperated for larger deliveries, while he helped by putting a few online campaigns to drum up some work.
He didn’t say anything at first, listening to their argument. It was fun. Max was his usual sarcastic self, using insults and deflections in equal measure.
Amusingly, Monica matched her verbal assault pretty well, which didn’t surprise him that much. Monica was very familiar with how to deal with sarcastic aggression, learned from defending against Ross, never letting Max truly change the topic.
He decided that it was far more fun to watch them fight rather than merely getting summary emails, at this point, handled exclusively by Annie.
“You are aware that you’re repeating the argument at this point, right?” he commented from the side, making both of them flinch, finally realizing they weren’t alone. “Ethan!” they greeted simultaneously once they saw him, matching smiles blooming on their faces.
He walked to them and hugged both of them at the same time. “So, how’s my neurotic brunette bakers doing?” he asked.
“I’m not neurotic; she is,” Max gasped.
“I’m sorry. I must be thinking of a different Miss Black who rejected renting eight different stores because the neighborhood was too calm and too loud at the same time,” he said. She blushed while Monica laughed. “Really, Monica, glass houses and all that,” he teased.
She blushed as well.
He chuckled as he leaned against a wall, still hugging both of them. “So, do we want to talk about how it’s a way to delay the decision because you’re feeling scared, or should I just go and take an exclusive decision?”
Max blushed. “Do we have to? The catering business is going much better after our ads.”
“What? You continue working from your kitchen forever, impossible to hire anyone else, always have to wake up at six, and go to bed after the second shift?”
Max gulped. “It’s better than failing,” she whispered.
“Nope. That ambiguity is worse than not trying,” he said. “We’re getting this one. I already called the realtor on the way.”
“You did? But—“
“Yes, Monica, I checked all the numbers. Caroline’s analysis already includes your position, and I agree. This is a relatively expensive store, but it’s the best for a flagship, and the kitchen is large enough to make bigger catering work possible. Weddings and prestige events have real value, and I trust you two to handle it.”
“Fine. I’ll make a call for the kitchen equipment. We already have the layout planned,” Monica sighed.
“It feels like I failed,” Max muttered once Monica left. “Two weeks, and we weren’t even able to get a shop.”
“Look, I understand. It’s a big decision, a little hesitation is normal,” he said. “If I were truly unhappy, I would have visited faster.”
“Why didn’t you?”
“Because I trusted you two to do the research and solve your problems. And, to be fair, you did. The catering business is growing flawlessly, and the customer feedback is amazing.” He waved his hand. “The shop thing was just you two trying to delay committing. If you don’t start, you can't fail."
“Ah, when you say it like that, it sounds obvious,” Max replied. She took a deep breath. “Do you think we’ll succeed?”
“No business is guaranteed to succeed, but I trust your idea enough to risk my own money. It should say something.”
“You have a point,” she said, rose up, and kissed him gently, an uncharacteristic move that showed just how much she was affected by his trust.
&&&
They stayed in the shop until it was dark outside, with him helping them finalize the kitchen equipment. Admittedly, he didn’t do anything other than nodding; with Max and Monica picking the equipment while Annie and Caroline controlling details, the plan was already perfect.
All he needed was to give the final approval.
Then, while Max cradled the papers, talking with Caroline on the phone excitedly, Monica sighed, almost jealous. “You know I wouldn’t mind investing in your restaurant on similar terms, do you?” he asked as he hugged her from behind, and she melted against his touch.
“Wait, really?” she said, looking up.
“Sure. You’re an excellent chef, and I’m sure it’ll be a wildly successful restaurant,” he said. “I don’t turn down the opportunity to make guaranteed money..”
She blushed. “Even with our … friendliness,” she said.
He let his hands slip down, cupping her breasts. Monica blushed, but she leaned into his touch. “I fail to see why our extracurricular fun should stop me from believing you,” he whispered. “Unless you think whenever I’m alone with Max, we’re playing checkers.”
She said nothing, just shuffled in his arms so that she was looking at him, and kissed, her passion showing that she had been looking forward to his visit. He slipped a hand under her shirt, caressing her belly. She purred happily under his touch.
At the same time, he saw Max return, and pause at the door, her smirk quick to turn naughty. He caught her gaze without breaking the kiss with Monica, and nodded. Max immediately started to undress.
Max was standing behind Monica, already in her underwear, when Monica pulled back from the kiss, gasping desperately. “Max can return any second. We have to stop,“ Monica muttered, blushing, but her tone was reluctant.
“Too late for that, Chef,” Max responded as she hugged Monica from behind. “Luckily for you, I’m in a celebratory mood as well.”
Monica froze, which Max was naughty enough to leverage for undressing her. She immediately started unbuttoning Monica’s blouse, revealing an even sexier set of underwear. “Wow, Monica. I expected you to be wearing a boring beige bra. You’re full of surprises,” she said as she cupped Monica’s breasts.
“M-Max,” Monica whispered, shocked by Max’s forwardness.
“Don’t worry, chef. I will be gentle during your first threesome,” Max whispered. Monica stiffened. It was a sign of their growing closeness that Max had deciphered her reaction perfectly. “Damn, am I too late for that?” she asked. “Who was the lucky girl?”
Monica blushed even worse.
“Of course,” Max said casually, even as she unbuttoned Monica’s jeans and pushed them down. “I met with Rachel. There’s no way this bastard will pass up that opportunity. How did it happen?”
“Monica might have trusted how effective a mere blanket can be to hide what was going underneath…” he teased.
“Ethan!” Monica gasped, blushing. “Shut up!”
“Really? Do tell?” Max said. He smirked and told the full story of how he continued to fuck Monica while Rachel gave a lingerie show, all the while, Monica was squeezed between them, moaning under their double assault.
Max was always ready for some physical fun, but Monica’s quick acceptance surprised him. The last time, her arousal was doing most of the work. Maybe she got along with Max even better than he expected.
In turn, Max was more than happy to turn that into a real celebration, her fingers already inside Monica’s panties, teasing her while listening to how that particular story came to an end.
Then, her idle hand reached into his pants, freeing his shaft. “That’s enough storytime. It’s time for celebration.” She pushed Monica’s panties down. “Since Monica had worked hard to teach me, I’m going to be generous, and give her the first turn.”
Monica might have reacted shyly, but under their double assault, she was already half-lost in delirium. Monica had a lot of incredible capabilities, but resisting pleasure was not one of them.
Growing up fat meant she had very little experience with it.
He slipped inside, but even as he invaded her core, he spent a moment examining her face. Monica was a beautiful woman, but it elevated to a different level with her face was covered with desire and excitement, underlined with just a touch of reluctant surrender as her desires fought against her mind.
Before she could reach to climax, he pulled out, only to flip her before returning. The position stayed mostly the same, only rather than facing him, she was facing Max.
“Be honest, Monica,” Max whispered once she noticed where Monica’s gaze locked in. She squeezed her arms to enhance her already incredible cleavage into something supernatural. “Did you ever imagine your face buried between those babies?”
It made her blush even harder. “It’s all this bastard’s fault,” Monica moaned. “That encounter with Rachel awakened something in me…”
“Really,” Max said with a chuckle as she pulled Monica’s face between there, the way she moaned suggesting Monica’s lips were working overtime. “And, did your roomate started helping you to relax?”
Monica’s neck blushed. “No,” she whispered. “We tried once, but it felt … weird. And, no, not sexy-weird. Just weird.”
“Yeah, I see what you mean. We tried once with Caroline as well since it was that fun. Just awkwardness…” Max chuckled. “Apparently, sandwiches don’t taste good without a sausage.”
“It’s all about complementary flavors,” he teased. Admittedly, a food analogy while he was already having a threesome with a baker and a chef was a bit of an overkill, but he still chuckled while they groaned in protest.
He continued to invade her core. He wasn’t surprised hearing that, as neither Monica nor Rachel truly played for both teams. Having ‘extra players’ when they were already aroused was a different thing.
Their little encounter trying to achieve roommate sustainability might have failed, but that didn’t stop them from enjoying the moment as Monica pulled Max’s bra and attacked her breasts with gusto.
“Let me give you a secret. Max enjoys the occasional spanking,” he said.
“Don’t you dare—“ Max responded, which was all she was able to say before Monica’s hand landed on her ass, loud enough to echo through the empty walls.
Monica always liked to be controlling, and Max’s playful acceptance gave her a way to channel it without losing her passion. She kissed and bit the glorious bosom in front of her, even as she continued to spank.
In response, he tightened his grip, aggressively drilling her. The combined pleasure proved too much for Monica, and soon, she exploded. He was about to switch, when Max smirked. “Don’t let her go, it’s my turn,” she said.
Understanding where she was going, he hooked his arms under Monica’s legs and lifted her, still impaling her hard. Max knelt in front of them, attacking Monica’s clit with renewed passion.
Monica didn’t say anything. To be fair, she wasn’t able to say anything; the intense pleasure from the double attack quickly shattering her ability to form words. Her moans echoed off the empty walls.
[Achievement complete. Teach Monica about alternative ways of celebration.
Challenge: Hard]
[+10 Endurance
1 Random Gold Skill
1 Random Gold Reward]
He took the reward, which pushed his Endurance even higher, meaning he felt even fresher. He chuckled as he watched Monica stumble back against the wall, drunk with pleasure.
Max was more than happy to take her place. “I missed you, you bastard,” she whispered, even as he pressed her against the wall.
“I missed you too, miss sarcasm,” he teased as he invaded her hard, but pulled back after a quick climax. “Why don’t you help Monica to her feet while I go out and get a cab, so we can go to her place and celebrate properly,” he said.
She looked around. “I agree. We need some soft surfaces,” she whispered.
&&&
Twenty minutes later, they were back in Monica’s apartment, and he was carrying Monica in a bridal hold, while Max was coddling the expensive bottle of champagne he had picked.
Once there, Max popped it immediately. “The floors—“ Monica gasped, which was the wrong way to challenge Max, because she immediately turned the spraying champagne bottle toward them, drenching both of them. “I’ll kill you,” Monica gasped.
Max just chuckled as she took a large swig from the bottle.
“That’s dirty,” Monica gasped.
Max laughed even louder, amused by Monica’s declaration, especially when she took another swig and pressed her lips against Monica, her tongue responded reflexively. That alone was amazing, especially when they quickly shed the clothes, and all three ended up naked on the couch. This time, Max was on his lap while Monica was showing her tongue skills.
Happy with the situation, Max rocked back and forth, her lips tightening around him, her breasts bouncing with every roll of her hips, enjoying being the center of attention for the moment.
He didn’t doubt that Monica’s competitiveness, in particular, was making things far more entertaining. When it came to oral game, obsession and determination were good alternatives for experience.
Especially when she was being drilled hard in the process.
“Fuck, Monica,” Max moaned, one hand tangled in Monica’s dark hair. “You’re getting really good at that.”
Monica pulled back just enough to reply breathlessly, cheeks flushed. “Well, it’s payback,” she whispered before she dove back in, licking where their bodies joined.
Ethan groaned, gripping Max’s ass tighter and thrusting up into her, enjoying the variety. It might not be the first threesome he had today, but that didn’t make the day any less entertaining.
Max chuckled breathlessly, surrendering herself to pleasure. “Damn, I missed this. You should visit New York more often. Ten days had been too long.”
“I will,” he whispered. “Actually, I’m already looking for a place of my own.”
“Really?” Monica asked, pulling back, her glistening lips turning into a smile.
“Well, I will be splitting my time between Los Angeles and New York, but I’ll spend a lot of time here,” he said, and squeezed Max’s breasts. “After all, New York is a surprisingly fun city. Especially the food scene.”
Max just moaned, climax hitting her quickly as he focused on her breasts. He lifted Max, and Monica didn’t need any instructions, immediately taking him deep into her mouth, sucking greedily while Max did her best catching her breath.
“We can’t let this bastard defeat us,” Monica moaned, her tone between desire and amusement.
“Nope, two is nowhere near,” Max whispered, even as she reached and started playing with Monica’s breasts. “We have to call for reinforcements, but that’s for the future. For today, I’m happy to watch how long it takes you to shatter completely, Monica,” Max teased.
“T-traitor,” Monica said, but she followed that with a moan as Max started to finger her with one hand, using the other to push her down. Monica moaned around his shaft as he buried into her throat once more, her gags like a beautiful melody.
Max rewarded her by slipping another finger into her soaked core from behind, fingering her roughly.
He watched the scene with dark satisfaction. The contrast between them was perfect, Max was aggressive, where Monica was passive, their bodies wildly different while both being incredibly beautiful…
When Max finally let Monica pull back, he flipped her, tossing her onto her back, with her legs parting automatically. He took that spot, burying himself deep. This time, they were not in the commercial district, meaning he was free to let loose.
He drilled her hard, while Max stopped playing with her, and just watched the show. Seeing Monica’s expression, this time he didn’t slow down. Once Monica climaxed, he lifted her, still inside, walking to the bedroom.
When they arrived, Monica had already closing on another climax, and Max decided to take advantage once he put her down, perching above Monica’s face.
“Time to pay back, girl. Start licking,” Max said.
Monica obeyed instantly, licking surprising enthusiasm while he continued to drill. He leaned forward to start licking Max’s breasts, the double attack quick to push her moans loud.
After Monica climaxed explosively beneath him, Ethan pulled out and flipped Max on top of Monica, and started fucking her instead. “God, the next time, I’m bringing Caroline as well. Maybe we’ll have a chance three against one,” she moaned.
He chuckled, not giving her much of a chance. Still, he didn’t say anything, just giving both of them what they needed.
[Achievement complete. Convince Max that there is strength in numbers.
Challenge: Hard]
[+10 Charisma
1 Random Gold Skill
1 Random Gold Reward]
&&&
An hour later, Max and Monica lay side by side, both asleep. Well, exhausted to unconsciousness, but it was the same thing considering they wouldn’t wake up until morning.
He chuckled as Max pulled Monica to her naked bosom. Sleepy Max liked to cuddle. He thought about lying between them to sleep, but the night was young, and he could always try to meet with Rosa and Amy again after their celebration, call Lily … or see what else New York was ready to offer.
But, just as he left, the door opened, revealing Rachel. Her eyes brightened as she saw him. “Hey, you’re here,” she said. “I thought we were going to meet tomorrow?”
“That’s for work,” he said. “Today, I was supposed to help Max and Monica to finalize the store selection. Luckily, it finished faster, and we celebrated.” Rachel blushed.
He would have liked to say that he seduced her, but considering she managed to get rid of her top and pulled her skirt up before he could cover the distance and jumped up to his lap, calling it his seduction was a big stretch.
“Speaking of it, maybe we should celebrate my two weeks anniversary at work as well,” she said.
“A good idea,” he said, kissing her.
Rachel proved more energetic than he expected, and it took an hour for her to fall, exhausted, and by then, Max had recovered enough to take over, then Monica again … followed by Rachel, but two rounds each seemed to finally exhaust them beyond recovery.
It was near midnight when they finished, he chose to snuggle between the three…
Life was good.