Threesome
“Fucked again!” Ken said a bit too loudly. The bouncer had just let a score of people into the club, but just as Ken, Alan and Linda got to the front of the line he had pulled the velvet roped across the entry way.
“Relax man, we’re next.” Alan said.
“I hate lines,” Ken replied.
“Give him a fifty Alan,” Linda said.
“What?” Alan asked.
“Yeah man,” Ken said, “Grease his palm.”
Alan looked at the large bouncer who grinned. Alan fumbled for his wallet and pulled out a fifty. “Will this get us in?” he asked.
The bouncer just grinned.
“Well, er.. here,” Alan said, stuffing the bill into the large man’s palm.
Without breaking his grin or taking his eyes off Alan, the bouncer placed the bill in his pocket.
“Okay then,” Alan said and started forward.
“Hold on sir,” the bouncer said as he stepped to block the door. The grin was gone.
“But you just said-” Alan started.
“I didn’t say anything sir,” the bouncer said, the grin creeping back to his lips.
“I don’t understand,” Alan said.
“Jesus Alan,” Linda said. “You did it wrong.”
“Nice one buddy,” Ken said.
Alan sighed and the three stood in silence. Fifteen minutes passed.
“Give me your jacked Alan,” Linda said.
“Cold?” Alan asked.
“No, I don’t like these assholes gawking at me,” she replied.
“They wouldn’t gawk if you didn’t give them something to gawk at,” Ken said grinning. “That’s some dress.”
Linda looked at Alan, who glared at Ken but Ken’s eyes were on Linda.
“Cover’s twenty,” the bouncer announced.
Ken handed the bouncer a twenty and disappeared into the club. Alan went to follow but the bouncer stopped him.
“Cover’s twenty,” the bouncer repeated.
“But I already- oh Jesus!” Alan said, feeling Linda’s glare. He dug into his wallet, found two twenties, pulled them out, and handed them to the bouncer, who withdrew the velvet rope. Alan and Linda entered the club.
#
“That’s the big secret, man,” Ken slurred, leaning across the table. “Everybody wants what they can’t have. Look, let’s talk men and women. What do men fantasize about?”
When Alan didn’t answer right away Ken gestured across the club toward a couple guys approaching a table full of girls. “See those fuckers over there? What do you suppose they want?”
“I don’t know, it looks like they’re trying for digits.” Alan replied.
“Fuck digits!” Ken spat midway through a sip of his beer. “Each one of those prick bastards is praying one of those ladies is dumb, drunk, or slutty enough to let him take her home so he can fuck the shit out of her.”
“Alright I’ll give you that,” Alan replied.
“Right, now, what do you think the girls want?” Ken asked.
“I wouldn’t even begin to know.”
Ken shook his head. “Dude, have you been listening? What do the guys want?”
“The guys want to sleep with the girls.”
“Right, and why do they want that?”
“Because they’re hot?”
“Bzzzt! Try again. Remember what I said, everyone wants what they can’t have. Now, why do they want to fuck the ladies?”
“Because they can’t have them?”
“Exactly. They want the ladies because the ladies don’t want them. Now, I’ll ask again, what do the ladies want?”
Ken let the question hang in the air for a minute while Alan watched the guys across the club. They leaned close to the girls when they spoke as though they were worried their voices might not carry over the dance floor’s throbbing bass. The girls, however, did not seem to share this worry. Alan had his answer.
“They want respect. Respect, confidence, power–”
“Power from who?”
“From us. From men.”
“Why?”
“Because they don’t have it.”
“And there you are man, that’s why a guy daydreams about screwing his secretary in the copy room while a lady daydreams about prince-fucking-charming and his white horse.”
“What are you guys talking about?” Linda asked. She had returned with a fresh rum and diet.
“No drinks for us?” Ken replied.
“I didn’t know what you guys wanted,” Linda said.
“You know how good you are at picking drinks, I was hoping you’d surprise us like last weekend,” Ken said grinning.
“You liked that huh?” Linda replied.
“Sure did. Right Alan?” Ken answered.
“Yeah, that was good. What was it called again?” Alan asked.
“A Red Tornado. You want to get some more of those?” Linda asked.
“I’ll get them honey,” volunteered Alan.
“No Alan, let Linda surprise us again with something new,” Ken said.
“Alright,” Linda replied.
“You sure hon?” Alan asked.
“Yeah, I’m fine. I’ll be right back,” Linda said as she turned and disappeared back into the crowd. Both men watched her go. After she was gone, Ken turned back to Alan.
“See what I mean?” Ken said. “Give her a little bit of power and you get the world?”
“Easy buddy,” Alan replied.
“I’m just making a point,” Ken said finishing the last of his beer. “Now, where were we?”
“Prince-fucking-charming.” Alan answered.
“Right. Now, imagine you’re not with Linda, and you’re looking for a nice piece of ass to satisfy your very manly fantasy. Look around. What’s your plan?”
“Well, I guess I’d –I don’t know—find a girl and try and give her respect and power or something?”
“Fuck no! Man you so missed the point again.”
“I figured—”
“You figured wrong. What you want to look for is a lady that already has power, a lady that already has control, I mean why put yourself into a fucking barter situation –like, I’ll still respect you if you give me head or some shit— if you don’t have to?”
“I don’t have to?” Alan said chuckling.
Ken leaned close to Alan. “This isn’t laughing shit man. I’m trying to help you out,” he said in a low voice.
“Sorry,” Alan said, “I thought we were just joking around.”
“Yeah well, it just so happens that you’re on the clock and I’m trying to make sure you don’t blow it,” Ken said.
“What?” Alan asked.
“Seven o’clock,” Ken replied.
Alan craned his neck around, jerking upright in his chair.
“Fucking sit still!” Ken said grabbing Alan’s shoulder and pulling him down. “Seven o’clock. Be cool.”
Slowly, Alan turned his head.
She had chin-length jet-black hair that framed her large, dark eyes well. Alan couldn’t be sure of an exact height since she was sitting, but he put her a few inches shorter than himself. She was wearing a low-cut white shirt with a short skirt. She was smoking a cigarette and staring directly at him.
Alan abruptly swerved back to Ken.
“Smooth buddy,” Ken said chuckling.
“Fuck! You really think she’s looking at me?” Alan asked.
“Pretty much, yeah,” Ken replied.
“But I’m off the market.” Alan said.
“I don’t see a ring on that finger.” Ken said.
“Well no, but I mean Linda’s right here.” Alan said.
“Dude, you seriously think a girl like that would give a fuck about Linda? At worst she might invite her to join in.” Ken said laughing.
“You’re crazy.” Alan said.
“The fuck I am. That girl’s been looking at you for a while now, with one thing on her mind and it ain’t power or respect. I doubt she cares much about the former and, judging by the way she’s blown off every guy that’s approached her, I’m betting she knows she’s got plenty of the latter.” Ken said.
“And I suppose I can respect Linda into turning a blind eye to all this?” Alan said.
Ken laughed. “Like I said man, why bother negotiating if you don’t have to. I’ll take care of Linda, you get to work.”
Before Alan could answer, Ken got up and disappeared into the crowd after Linda.
Five minutes passed as Alan considered his options. He had just about worked out the story he was going to give Ken –I went to bathroom and when I came out she was gone—when he smelled perfume.
“Hi, I’m Kat.”
Alan turned. The white shirt he had glimpsed across the club was now about six inches from his face. The thin cotton fabric was stretched tight across an ample chest, dipping at the neck. Alan felt his face redden and quickly forced his gaze upward.
“Hi there,” he said in return. The pulse in his ears drowned out the bass from the dance floor.
“So I saw you from over-there,” she said, gesturing back to where Alan knew she had been sitting, “and I decided I wanted to meet you.” She smiled when she finished.
“Well I-,” Alan replied, trying to keep his voice even.
“So, can I sit down?” Kat asked.
“Oh sure, sorry.” Alan said, gesturing to Ken’s seat across the table, but Kat opted to take Linda’s seat on his left.
“So, I’m Kat” she repeated.
“I’m Alan” he replied. He was having a hard time keeping his eyes off her body. The stockings she wore stopped just above her knee and the bit of skin exposed between the stockings and the hem of her skirt was magnetic.
“Hi Alan, it’s nice to meet you,” Kat said extending her hand.
“You too,” he said as he shook her hand. “So, what do you do?”
Kat laughed.
“What’s so funny?” Alan asked.
“I can’t believe you asked me what I do,” Kat replied.
“Sorry,” Alan said.
“No, it’s all right,” Kat said. “I mean, it’s an honest question isn’t it?”
“I guess,” Alan said.
“Sure it is,” Kat said.
“Just not very original,” Alan said chuckling.
“Not at all,” Kat said laughing.
“So on to new, one-hundred-percent original, material,” Alan said.
“Excellent,” Kat said smiling.
“Do you come here often?” Alan asked.
They both laughed.
“If that’s your original material I need another drink,” Kat said.
“I’ll get it,” Alan said reflexively, then remembered Ken and Linda were probably over near the bar.
“Don’t worry,” Kat said as if reading his mind, “We don’t have to go anywhere.”
Kat placed her left hand on his thigh and used it to steady herself as she leaned across his lap. Alan could feel her hair tickle his nose. Then she was back in her own seat.
“What do you want?” she asked smiling, and Alan, sensing the presence over his shoulder realized she had just flagged down a waiter.
“What are you drinking?” Alan asked.
“Kamikaze,” she said.
“Make it two,” he said.
“Make it four,” she said, grinning at Alex.
“Make it six,” Alan said grinning back.
Alan sensed the waiter waiting to see if Kat upped the bid. “You heard the man,” Kat said.
“Be right back,” the waiter said.
“Six shots?” Alan asked with a chuckle.
“Well, I do need to be in the proper frame of mind to appreciate such great material,” Kat replied with a smile.
“Ouch.” Alan said.
“You know half of those six are yours.” Kat said.
“Great, I was worried you needed all six.” Alan said.
Kat laughed. “No, three should about do it.”
#
A half an hour and six shots later, Alan’s head was spinning. Kat had taken to leaning in to talk to him and he was finding it harder and harder to keep his eyes off her cleavage. Each time she leaned in, a simple glance down –he didn’t even have to move his neck—gave him an ample view of her right breast. He could just make out the edge of the low cut bra she was wearing underneath –wait, was that glitter?
“See something you like?” Kat asked. She had caught him looking, but had made no move to lean back.
“What?” Alan asked.
“I asked if you saw something you liked.” Kat said. Then she shifted ever so slightly, and looked down. Alan followed her gaze. Looking down he could just make out the top of her right nipple struggling to climb out of the black lace bra that held it.
“Is that glitter?” he asked.
“Why don’t we get out of here and I’ll let you find out.”
“You want to go?” Alan asked.
Kat nodded.
“Okay,” Alan said. He got up and started for the club entrance. The world was moving as if he’d just stepped off a fast carousel. After a minute, he realized he’d forgotten Kat and turned back for her, nearly tripping in the process. Then she was there, at his side, guiding him through the crowd.
The night air hit him like a shot of adrenaline and he inhaled deeply as he looked up and down the crowded avenue. People were milling about everywhere. Across the street, an all night pizza place was doing tremendous business. Alan watched as a girl emerged carrying a slice so large it eclipsed her head when she raised it up to take a bite.
“Where to now?” he asked, turning to Kat, but she was gone.
“Over here Alan!” came Kat’s voice. Alan whirled around toward the source of the sound then waited a moment for the world to catch up.
Kat was in the street with a cab. Alan ambled over and climbed into the back seat with her.
“Where are we going?” he asked.
“Someplace quieter,” Kat said.
#
“Wake up Alan, we’re here,” Kat said.
Alan opened his eyes. How long had he been out?
“Sorry,” he said.
“It’s okay,” Kat said. “Come on.”
They got out. Alan saw they were in front of a hotel. He handed the driver what he hoped were enough bills as Kat took his hand lead him inside, across the lobby, to the elevator.
“I thought we were going to another bar,” he said as the doors closed.
“I’ve got a room,” she said. “It’ll be better.”
The doors opened again and Kat lead him down a long, spinning hall and into one of the rooms. She turned on a small lamp that gave the room a dim glow.
“Are you sure this is your room?” Alan slurred. “I don’t see any luggage.”
“This is my key,” she said holding up a plastic card, “and it opened the door, so yeah, I’m pretty sure,” she said with a smile. “Now, we need drinks!” she said.
Kat bent over to inspect the mini-bar, raising the hem of the rear of her skirt as she did so. Alan felt his face redden and his jeans tighten.
“Hmmnn… vodka okay with you?” she asked.
“Sure,” Alan replied.
Kat reached into the fridge and retrieved two miniature bottles. She handed one to Alan and opened the other. She waited for Alan to open his then raised hers in the air.
“Cheers,” she said.
“Cheers,” Alan replied lifted the miniature bottle to his lips. The vodka went down smooth–did the hotel water it down?
“We need music,” Kat declared. She walked over to the television, punched a few buttons on the remote and soon the room was filled with throbbing dance music, similar to what he’d heard in the club.
“There,” she said, and began swaying to the music. She closed her eyes as her hips began to sway in sync with the throbbing base.
“I thought were going someplace quieter?” Alan said.
“Dance with me.” she said.
“I’m not very good-” Alan began, but Kat quieted him by placing her finger across his lips. She took his hand and led him into the center of the room. Kat put her arms around his neck and pulled him close to her, closing her eyes. Alan could feel her hips brushing his groin and suddenly became very conscious of his erection. He stepped back with his left leg, but as he did, Kat straddled his right. Even through his jeans, he could feel the warmth of her sex and he made no effort to retreat any further.
Eyes still closed, Kat took Alan’s left hand and placed it on the small of her back, then she took his right hand and placed it on her thigh, just above the stocking.
Alan felt the softness of her skin as Kat bent her knees and slid part way down Alan’s thigh. The movement caused Alan’s hand to slide up her thigh, under her skirt. Emboldened, Alan squeezed her ass.
Kat moaned softly.
The music beat faster and Alan slid his hand over her hips, to her chest and cupped her breast. Kat threw her head back and Alan buried his head in the nape of her neck kissing the soft skin. Then he worked his way up her neck and met her lips.
Kat leaned forward, not breaking their kiss, and Alan stumbled backward until he felt the bed behind him.
They fell backward together.
Then she was on top of him, kissing him, as his hands roamed her back. She rose up and unbuttoned her shirt, casting it off to the side. She kissed him again, hard, as Alan fumbled with the clasp of her bra, somehow managing to get it undone. She broke the kiss, shrugged her bra off, and threw it across the room.
Alan kissed her breasts, and she moaned. He felt her hands on his belt. She tugged and pulled and got it open. She undid his fly. With a grunt, she pulled his jeans and boxers down to his thighs and his erection sprang loose. Taking him in her hand, she stroked him rapidly and Alan thought he was going to loose control.
Alan rolled Kat over so he was on top and lowered himself so he was out of her reach. Kat continued to moan as he suckled her breasts while he tried to calm himself down.
“Hold on,” Kat said.
Alan looked up, surprised.
“Here,” Kat said, holding a condom, “put this on.”
Alan took the condom from her and sat back on his haunches. His erection throbbed before him, precum oozing from the tip. He tore open the condom and put it on.
When he looked up, he found that Kat had removed her skirt and panties.
A small voice in the back of Alan’s head told him to think of Linda, but he ignored it. He bent down to kiss Kat and entered her as gently as he could.
Kat moaned, and Alan moved slowly at first, but Kat began bucking her hips faster and faster. Her moans got louder as she forced him deeper and deeper into her. It was all Alan could do to hold on, but the gyrations of her body, the faint smell of her sweat, and her ever-increasing screams were sending him perilously close to the edge.
Finally, he grabbed her close and cried out, burying his face in the cleft of her neck as he came.
Alan lay there a good few minutes, the world spinning in an alcohol and endorphin induced haze, then he rolled over and passed out.
#
Alan woke up disoriented in the dark. Where was he? What had happened? Then he remembered Kat and the whole night came grinding back through his head like chainsaw.
He could make out Kat’s shape dozing beside him in the hotel bed. What time was it? It was still dark outside, so probably before six, and they had left the club at—fuck, the club! He’d left Linda at the fucking club! Christ, what had he done? What would Linda think? Wait—wait, maybe he could get back—maybe he hadn’t been out that long. What the fuck time was it?
As he reached into his pants for his cell phone, Alan realized he was still wearing the condom, and pulled it off with disgust. Retrieving his phone, he checked the time: three a.m.
Fuck, the club would be closed before he could get back.
Wait—maybe he could still catch her at her place. He swung his legs over the edge of the bed and stood up. The world spun and Alan realized he was still pretty drunk.
Being careful not to wake Kat, Alan gathered his clothes and left the room. Downstairs he had the guy behind the desk call him a cab and he headed for Linda’s.
Linda lived in a second floor garden apartment just outside town. Alan got there just after three-thirty. From the parking lot, Alan could see a light in her living room window. She’s probably waiting up for me to call, he thought as he staggered up the stairs.
The adrenaline that had driven him from the hotel was wearing off and Alan struggled to maintain his balance. On the very last step, his right foot clipped the stair’s edge and he fell forward, crashing into the apartment door. The door—slightly ajar—gave, and Alan fell face first onto the floor of Linda’s small apartment.
Alan stood up, embarrassed at his own clumsiness, and looked around. The light was on, casting the illumination he had seen from the parking lot, but Linda was nowhere to be found.
Down the hall, Alan saw her bedroom door was closed. Was she asleep already?
He walked down the hall. Outside Linda’s bedroom, he listened. He heard some muffled noises coming from inside. Alan grasped the doorknob and eased the door open.
“Linda, honey,” Alan whispered.
Linda was naked, straddling Ken on her bed.
“Alan!” Ken blurted out.
“What are you doing?” Alan asked.
“What does it look like Alan?” Linda slurred. “I’m fucking Ken.”
Alan couldn’t reply. He felt sick to his stomach.
“Alan it’s not-” Ken began.
“Shut up Ken,” Linda spat. She ground her hips against him, while keeping her eyes on Alan. “The way I see it, you’ve got three options. You can beat the shit out of Ken here, you can join us, or you can get the fuck out.”
Ken swallowed hard, her ministrations having an effect despite the situation.
“What’s it going to be Alan?” Linda asked.
Alan turned and walked out of the room. Behind him, he heard Linda laugh, then he was out the door and down the stairs.
In the parking lot, Alan reached for his cell phone to call a cab. When he saw the black screen after flipping it open, he realized it was dead. Fucking hell, he thought, how fitting. Alan stumbled over the curb to sit down while he tried to figure out how to get home.
#
Alan was floating in an exquisite blackness when he heard his name.
“Alan! Alan wake up!”
The voice ripped the duct tape of sleep off his eyes and once again, Alan found himself disoriented upon waking up. He was sitting in a parking lot, against the curb. The sun was shining brightly and there was a pool of, best-case scenario, his own vomit between his legs.
“Alan?” the voice said again.
Alan looked up. Ken was standing over him. He looked well rested.
“Christ man, you had me worried,” Ken said. He smiled and started walking to his car.
“Sorry.” Alan replied.
“Fuck, don’t worry about it man,” Ken said. He pushed the button on his key ring and the headlights of his car flashed as it was unlocked. “You need a ride?”
“Why, Ken?” Alan asked.
Ken opened his car door. “Well I mean you’re sitting there in the gutter and—”
“Why’d you fuck her?” Alan asked.
Ken froze. For a moment he didn’t move, as if he was debating whether to respond, then he looked at Alan.
“It’s like I told you man, why negotiate when you don’t have to. Linda walks all over you and you never do shit about it. She’s got power, she’s got respect, what’s left?” Ken said.
Alan sighed.
“Listen man,” Ken said, “I’m sorry you had to see that last night. I figure if you’d of stayed out all night like you were supposed to, Linda would have shown you a little more respect, you know?”
“So, what, you’re looking out for my best interests while you fuck my girlfriend!?” Alan spat.
Ken took a deep breath before he answered. “Like I said, you weren’t supposed to have seen that.”
Alan sighed. Ken waited a moment then got in the car, closed his door, and drove off.
Alan sat there for a few more minutes, feeling the morning sun beat down, then he struggled to his feet. His joints hurt, his mouth felt like steel wool, and he stank of sweat and vomit. There was convenience store up the street that might have a payphone. Putting one foot in front of another Alan started toward it.
#
Across town in the hotel, Kat’s eyes fluttered open. She stretched her naked body and rolled over, surprised to find the other side of the bed empty. A wave of anxiety washed over her but she quickly dismissed it. Yes, she was supposed to keep him until morning, but with as much as he had to drink, he couldn’t have left but a few minutes ago.
Still, she thought, her client might be pissed.
No matter, she thought, I’ll make it up to him somehow. The thought sent a shiver down Kat’s spine that wound its way between her legs. Kat reached over to her purse and fished out his card while she got out and lit a cigarette.
“Ken Williams,” she said, reading the card. Now there was a man. Not like that little boy she’d babysat last night who practically cried after he came. No, she thought, Ken was the kind of man who could really fuck her.
THE END
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Believe it or not, this started out as a haunted house story. Well, okay, a haunted nightclub story.
About four years ago, I got this idea for a Lovecraftian story involving a dance club, but I kept getting hung up on the story’s fantastic elements. After several drafts I decided to ditch the supernatural bits altogether and the result is “Threesome,” which I wrote over the course of two or three nights.
I’m still unsure about the graphic sex scene between Alan and Kat, though less so then when I originally wrote it. I kept it because I was scared to keep it.
I remember, after I wrote it, I was proud that it wasn’t a genre piece, but reading it now, it’s clear it’s still a horror story, just with a different kind of monster.
On a side note, as I was prepping this story for posting, NewScientist confirmed that being slightly evil ensures a prolific sex life. Of course, your mileage may vary.
