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(Her Secret Fantasy, continued by thelounge...)

“We’re getting late for your meeting,” Rachel says, abruptly changing the subject.

You check your watch. She’s right. You quickly get up and get dressed.

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“So do we have a deal?” You cross one leg over the other and lean back on the couch. You state it as a question but know it is a statement. There’s no saying no to you.

The man with the crooked glasses whose name you can never remember scratches at his stubble. “I- I’d have to think about it.”

You hold his eyes until he looks away. There is no point justifying his nonsense with a response and instead you grab your wine glass off the table between you two and take a sip. Ah, sweet rose.

“What can I do to sweeten the deal?” You decide to humor him.

“I don’t think t-there’s anything,” the man says with his annoying stutter. Of course there is. Every man has a price.

“Take your time. I’m sure there is some way we can come to an agreement here. Until then, I insist you make yourself at home.” You snap your fingers and your girlfriend walks over from the other side of the lounge.

The man can’t keep his eyes off her. You can’t blame him. Rachel is looking extra sexy in that black skirt and pink top.

You grin. Seeing other men ogle over her makes it more delightful that she belongs all to you.

Without saying anything, Rachel drops to her knees and rests her head on your thighs. You stroke her hair while the man shifts in the couch and tries to smoothly cover his crotch.

“Quite a marvel isn’t she?” you say and Rachel lets out a cute little laugh. “I treat my friends well, and if we make this deal then what’s mine is yours, friend.”

You doubt you’d be willing to share Rachel but you’ll say whatever you need to seal the deal. Maybe you’ll let him play with her a bit. It wouldn’t be the first time you’d given someone permission to use her.

“T- That’s-I,” there it is again, that annoying stuttering. “That’s nice, she’s… wow. But to betray Jamie’s loyalty isn’t a choice I can make so easily.”

“Of course I understand.” You snap your fingers again. “There is nothing I value more than loyalty.”

Monica makes her way over to you, as sexy as Rachel in her black skirt and black crop top, and the man’s mouth drops when he realizes who she is.

Monica sits down beside you and you pull her close, moving one arm around her body to grab her left tit. As per usual, she isn’t wearing a bra.

“That’s Jamie’s girl,” the man says in disbelief.

You let out a sharp laugh, throwing your head back. “Is she? Then who have I been fucking for the past five years?”

“There’s no way…”

You roll your eyes. You already don’t have patience for men like him and his disbelief of what is so clear annoys you more.

You squeeze Monica’s tit repeatedly until she starts moaning. Her hand slides underneath her skirt and her moaning intensifies. She is wearing one of your favorite tops but you need to make a point. You grab her collar with both hands and tear her crop top in half.

The man tries to look away from Monica’s perfect tits but he can’t deny his base instincts.

You scoff and suck on and bite her right nipple.

“Oh fuck, Ross,” Monica says, stroking the back of your head. “My titties missed your mouth.”

You haven’t given her any love for a few weeks now and her pleasure is proof of it. You vow to give her more attention, after all, she is your favorite play thing.

“Why would you do this to Jamie?” You had almost forgotten the man is still here.

You let go of Monica’s tit with a pop and nod for her to answer. “Because I’m Ross’s main hoe. Always have been.”

“From the way you’re looking at her,” you say, “I have no doubt you’ve spent a few socks on the thought of her.”

The man can’t stop blushing and as he looks away, he uncovers his crotch, his boner bulges through his jeans.

Of course you are right, you always are when regarding people. But it isn’t a huge leap to think a man like this guy would want to fuck someone as fine as Monica.

“Look at that, ladies,” you say, nodding at his bulge. “Monica, why don’t you help out our friend?”