Arthur & Lori: First Valentine's (Patreon)

Author’s Note: Happy early Valentine’s Day! I hope you enjoy this glimpse into Athur’s first Valentine’s as a boyfriend! 

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“Any big plans for tonight?” Deb asked before she sipped her coffee. 

“Why?” Lori asked. “What’s tonight?” As if the decorative hearts hanging from the ceiling didn’t answer her question. 

Deb laughed. “Ah, to be young again.” She looked wistfully at the Valentine’s Day decorations, filling the cafe with an obnoxious amount of red and pink. 

Hearts hung from the ceiling between red, pink, and white streamers that arced between them in a web of crinkled crepe paper. They knotted together in the center of the high ceiling where the central lighting fixture hung. Lori thought it was a pity that they obscured the mural painted on the ceiling, which showed coffee being enjoyed in various scenes around the world. The Globe Cafe was hardly the Sistine Chapel, but the art was beautiful. The lounge they sat in was a field of comfortable leather armchairs surrounding small tables, two or three at a table. 

Lori sipped her tea. 

“I’m sure Arty is planning something.” Deb said, hiding her knowing smile behind her coffee cup. 

“Oh, he is.” Lori nodded. “He told me to keep my calendar clear. He’s picking me up from here, but that’s all I know.” 

Deb knew a secret Lori didn’t. Lori wasn’t sure how to feel about that. She trusted Arthur and his mom, but it struck her as odd that she knew things about their relationship and evening plans, which Lori didn’t. 

“No hints?” Lori asked. 

Deb zipped her lips closed and threw away the key. 

Lori shrugged. “Okay. I won’t ask.” 

“You’ll love it.” Deb said, assuring her. “You know Arthur, he’s a romantic at heart. That’s all I’ll say.” 

Lori nodded, worrying more than before. Arthur was a romantic. She wasn’t. At least not to the same extreme. Her idea of a perfect night was less foreplay and more action. His was almost entirely romancing. 

Did she like old movies and their romantic ideals? Absolutely. Did she try to emulate them in real life? No. They were a fantasy. A fun fantasy but no more realistic than porn. If anything, they were less realistic. Pornographic acts were easy to emulate. Breath control, high libido, and having fun didn’t take long. Happily Ever Afters? Those were fuckin’ difficult and took a much more sustained effort. Sex was a few hours at a time. Happily Ever Afters took a lifetime. 

“You look worried.” Deb said, laughing at Lori’s expression. “It’s nothing you need to worry about, and if he pressures you to do anything you’re not ready for, you call me. I’ll straighten him out.” 

Lori laughed. The idea of Arthur pressuring her to do something was worth laughing at. If anything, she pressured him. She always pushed him to take the lead, and he had, but he still didn’t jump in blind. He read and researched everything before trying it with her, and so far, they’d had fun with Arthur in control. 

“When you get to be my age, it’s all a little routine, so enjoy it.” Deb said. “I already know what George will get me.” 

“Get you?” Lori asked, sipping her tea. 

“For a Valentine’s Day present.” Deb said. “He gets me the same thing every year. Roses, and a box of ‘special’ chocolates from a little shop in the city that specializes in that kind of thing.” 

“You do edibles?” Lori asked, surprised. She hadn’t thought about getting Arthur a present for Valentine’s Day. Was that a thing? Did couples give each other gifts? Or was that a rich people thing? Chocolates and flowers made sense, but anything past that seemed unnecessary. And those were gifts the guys got their girls. The idea of Deb eating edible weed surprised her, though. 

Deb laughed. “Not in years.” She shook her head. “They’re aphrodisiacs.” 

“Oh.” Lori said, surprised. “And do you get him anything?” 

“Red lingerie.” Deb said. “It’s George’s favorite.” 

“He’d look good in red.” Lori said, intentionally making a joke. George wasn’t the kind of guy to look good in lingerie of any color, but Deb and George loved each other. He wasn’t ugly. On the contrary, he was handsome but didn’t have the body his son did. Arthur was hot, and George was heavier, shorter, and not at all the type to engage in that sort of thing. Still, if lingerie was the bar, she could deliver on that. She’d take him to the store and let him pick something out for her to wear. She might take him to the adult store rather than the lingerie store. He could pick out a paddle. 

Deb laughed, shaking her head. “One year, I got him a portrait instead. He loved it, but it’s not the kind of thing I can improve on now. That was before Arty was born.” 

“A portrait?” Lori asked, not sure she understood. 

“I hired an artist friend to paint me au natural.” Deb explained. “It’s old-fashioned, I know, but George loved it.” 

“Nowadays, we just send nudes.” Lori said, laughing. 

Deb raised an eyebrow, almost asking but deciding it was better not to know. Lori smirked. Yes, she’d sent Arthur plenty of nudes. His phone was littered with them, and so was hers. He’d hesitated to send some in return or let her take some, but he’d caved. He was harsher about his body image than she was. He’d come a long way over the last semester and worked hard on his body every day. His efforts paid off. 

“Are you and George doing anything special for dinner, then?” Lori asked. “Going out?” 

“Oh, no.” Deb said, shaking her head. “We had a benefit we had to go to last weekend, and that was our night out for the month.” She waved her hand to dismiss the idea. “But we’ll cook dinner together and have some chocolates, the usual.” She shrugged. 

“Nice.” Lori said. “You two are goals.” 

Deb smiled. “Thanks.” She said. “I take it things are going well with you and Arty?” 

Lori nodded. “He’s great.” 

“Any mention of a ring in the future?” Deb asked. “Distant future, of course, but are you two getting more serious now that you’ve been dating for a few months?” 

“Well, we’ve only been official since November.” Lori said, downplaying it. “Four months isn’t long enough to discuss proposals.” 

“Oh?” Deb asked, surprised. “When I was dating, that was a first or second date conversation topic, gauging whether your long-term interests aligned.” 

Lori shrugged. “I’m not sure what my long-term interests are.” She said. “I haven’t even declared my major yet.” 

“I thought you were interested in pre-law?” Deb asked, strumming her fingers on her cup. 

“I am. I’m also interested in pre-med.” 

“Well, either way, you’ll be great.” Deb said. “You’d make a great doctor, depending on what you wanted.” 

“I’m not sure yet.” Lori said, shrugging. “I was thinking of maybe going into chemistry, or neurology, or becoming an ADM Physician.” 

“ADM?” Deb asked, unfamiliar with the term. 

“Addiction Medicine Physician.” Lori said, looking down at her tea and tightening her grip on her cup. 

“Because of your mother?” Deb asked. 

Lori nodded, her mouth tightening. “Yeah.” 

Deb leaned forward and put her hand on Lori’s knee. Clamping her hand over hers in a sign of affirmation. “That’s very noble of you.” 

“...Thanks.” Lori said. “I just… I don’t want people to go through what she went through. And there are a lot of doctors out there who shouldn’t be practicing.” 

Deb nodded, though she didn’t have the knowledge or experience Lori did. A certain callousness came over the doctors Lori had met in life. She supposed that somewhere along the way, they might have forgotten the person they were dealing with was a person. Dehumanizing the addicts they worked with might have helped them get through their day, but it fuckin’ sucked. 

“Are you okay?” Deb asked. 

Lori lifted her gaze to Deb’s and realized that she’d been staring at her tea as if she were going to boil it with her eyes. She softened, pulling herself back to the present. She wasn’t standing beside a hospital bed, arguing with a doctor refusing to administer pain meds to ease her mother’s final moments. She was sitting in a cafe, drinking a nice hot beverage on a cold winter day, with a woman who wanted to be a mother to her years after she’d needed one. 

She swallowed. “Yeah.” She shook her head. “Sorry.” 

“No need to apologize.” Deb said, smiling softly. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to bring up bad memories.” 

Lori shrugged, not sure what to say about that. She didn’t have a lot of good memories. She had escapism, and Arthur was a form of escapism himself, given the nature of their lovemaking. 

“It’s okay.” Lori said and drowned her negative feelings in a swallow of delicious tea. 

“Are you planning anything for your birthday?” Deb asked, changing the subject. 

“How do you know when my birthday is?” Lori asked, already knowing the answer. She chuckled and shook her head. “Did Arthur tell you?” 

“He might have mentioned it.” Deb said, smiling. “Do you want a party?” 

Lori thought about it and shook her head. “No, I don’t make a big deal about my birthday.” 

“Are you sure?” Deb asked. “You know me, I’m always looking for an excuse to have you over and throw a party. You could invite a few of your school friends, we could have a nice dinner? Or go out. I know you’re not twenty-one yet, but we could go a few places where you might have some fun.” 

Lori shook her head. “No, really. It’s… Birthdays aren’t a thing for me. I’d rather just lock myself in a room with Arthur for the day and… talk.” 

Deb laughed. “Is that what they’re calling it these days?” 

Lori grinned. 

“And all day and night? Surely, you could come out for a party at some point.” Deb said. 

Lori shrugged. “It’s not my fault your son has stamina.” 

Deb choked on her coffee. “Okay, okay, I deserved that.” She swallowed, coughing. “I won’t push you.” 

“Thank you.” Lori said, smiling slightly as she settled into her chair. “And if Arthur suggests a surprise party to you, do me a favor and tell him no? Like, absolutely not, under any circumstances, ever. No surprise parties.” 

“I’ll pass that along.” Deb said, nodding. 

“Thank you.” Lori said. She took another sip of her tea and looked out over the cafe’s lounge. There weren’t that many people here late on a Tuesday afternoon, but the signs for the evening’s speed dating event promised a packed crowd tonight. She wondered how many local singles would be here. 

“How’s school going?” Deb asked. 

“So far, okay.” Lori answered. “I got a bad grade on my history quiz last week, but that professor hates everyone. He’s one of those ‘C is average, and if you want better than that, you need to impress me!’ professors. I swear he wants a five-page report with citations for every question on a ten-minute quiz.” 

“Professor Dunbar is still teaching?” Deb asked, laughing. 

“Oh my god, you know him?” Lori asked. 

“I had him! He gave us that ‘C is average’ speech on the first day of class too.” She rolled her eyes. 

“Well, Arthur got an A, somehow.” Lori rolled her eyes. “I swear he’s got every professor eating out of his hand.” 

Deb smiled. “I taught him well.” 

“You got an A in that class?” Lori asked, surprised. 

“No, I got a B+, even though I used my secret weapon.” Deb said. 

“What was your secret weapon?” Lori asked, curious. She couldn’t imagine Deb cheating, but if there was a study aid or something that might help her in the class, she’d take it. 

“A mini skirt slightly bigger than my belt.” Deb said, laughing. “Dunbar graded girls who showed skin much more leniently.” 

“Gross.” Lori’s expression of disgust made Deb nod in empathy. “That’s the grossest thing I’ve ever heard. He should be ashamed of himself.” 

“Who should?” Arthur’s voice cut through the mostly empty lounge as he entered from the part of the coffee shop where the counter was. 

“Professor Dunbar.” Deb said, explaining. “For grading women who show skin more leniently than others.” 

“Doesn’t explain why he gave you an A on that quiz.” Lori said, looking over her shoulder to smile at Arthur. 

“Oh, that’s easy. When Dunbar says ‘short answer’ on his quiz, he means essay. Two paragraphs each usually does it.” Arthur said, shrugging. 

“Maybe a paragraph and a sundress will get you the same result.” Deb said as she hugged Arthur hello. She kissed his cheek, then returned her attention to Lori, who made a gagging motion. 

“I like Sundresses too.” Arthur said. “But I don’t think wearing one will improve my grade.”

“Well, if you were my professor, I’d better get straight A’s regardless of what I wear.” Lori said, crossing her legs. Her jeans were tight, showing off her legs. 

“Don’t worry.” Arthur said, kissing her as he leaned over her chair. “I only judge you based on your performance, not your wardrobe.” 

“And?” Lori asked, raising her eyebrow in challenge. 

“If I say anything besides A plus, I’m in trouble, right?” Arthur asked. 

Lori and Deb nodded. 

“A plus, of course!” Arthur answered, offering Lori his hand. She hugged him, kissing him again.

“Damn straight.” Lori said, patting his chest. “Don’t you forget it.” 

Arthur laughed. “Are you ready for our date?”

Lori nodded, finishing her tea in a gulp. “Yeah.” She nodded. 

“Have fun, you two.” Deb said, waving to them from her chair. “I’ll see you soon.” 

“Definitely.” Lori said, nodding. “Thanks for the coffee, Deb. And for… listening.” 

Deb nodded. “Anytime you need me, just call. Or text. I know it’s not the nineties.” 

Lori smiled. Arthur hugged her with one arm and waved goodbye to his mom. 

“Have fun, you two!” Deb called as they left. 

Arthur guided her out of the cafe and into the parking lot, toward the car. “Everything go okay?” 

“Yeah.” Lori said. “Your mom’s great.” 

“Good.” Arthur said, smiling. “I’m glad you two get along.” 

“Of course, I know it’s important to you.” Lori said, squeezing him with her arm around his waist and his arm over her shoulders. 

They stopped at his car, and he opened the door for her. She slid inside, and he closed the door. He moved to the driver’s seat and slid inside. 

“So… where are we going?” Lori asked, mimicking Pippin from Lord of the Rings. 

“You remember your safewords?” Arthur asked. 

“Oh, shit. Strong start.” Lori swallowed. “Yes, Sir. Red light, yellow light.” 

“Good girl.” Arthur said, ignoring her first comment. “Look in the glove box.” 

Lori opened the glove box, revealing a red leather blindfold with an elastic strap. She glanced at Arthur, then put her hands in her lap. 

“Put it on.” Arthur said. 

Lori took it from the glove box and pulled it on, lowering it over her eyes and fixing her hair so the elastic swept under her short, curly black hair rather than over it. Darkness replaced the parking lot. A speck of light by her nose was the only thing she could see, showing her sweater. That was all. 

Arthur reached over her and fastened her seatbelt. 

She wanted to ask how long she’d be wearing the blindfold, but she knew better. Obviously, wherever he was taking her, he wanted it to be a surprise. He was also taking charge without her suggesting it. He was leading her the way she wanted him, and she let him, smiling beneath her new eye cover.

“You’re not going to ask where we’re going?” Arthur asked. 

“No, Sir.” Lori answered. “I trust you.” 

“Good girl.” Arthur smiled. “We’re off to a good start.” 

She could hear the smile in his words. He started the car, and the engine's rumble drowned out the noise of him backing out of the parking spot and turning onto the road. He turned on the music, listening to Phantom’s overture as he drove. Lori smiled. The musical was melodramatic, sure, but the high romance was her cup of tea, and the music was breathtaking. 

The drive lasted longer than a ride to campus would, with fewer stops and starts. She measured time in songs. Prologue, she’d call that two minutes. Overture, three minutes plus two was five. Think of Me, nine minutes since they’d started. Angel of Music, eleven minutes and change. Over ten minutes, and they still hadn’t parked, so they weren’t going to campus. 

Little Lotte, another two minutes, made it thirteen. The titular Phantom of the Opera was another five minutes, which put them at eighteen. Partway into Music of the Night, Arthur parked the car by backing into the spot. He let the song finish before he turned off the car. 

Lori smiled. In a way, Arthur had ferried her to a dark sanctum of his own. 

He opened and closed the car door, then opened her door, unclicked her seatbelt, and helped her out of the car. He kept his hand on the back of her head to keep her from smacking it and guided her by the hand behind the car. The ground beneath her sneakers was hard, so they were definitely in a parking lot of some kind. The wind smelled like the forest. 

The trunk opened, and she turned toward the hinge’s creak. “Where are we?” Lori asked. 

“Somewhere private.” Arthur said. “Remote.” 

“Should I be scared?” Lori asked. “What are you going to do to me? Put me in the trunk?” She wasn’t scared, but her heartbeat said otherwise. It wasn’t terror for her safety. She was comfortable and safe. No, her pulse danced the vicarious tango of a horror movie late at night. The thrill warmed her, pumping through her with every rapid beat. Arthur was nearby. She could smell his soap under the leather of her mask. His hand caressed her back and slid lower. 

“No.” He answered simply. “I’m going to strip you down to nothing.” 

Lori sucked in a breath. 

“I’m going to take off every scrap of clothing until there’s nothing hiding you from me.” He continued. 

Her pulse beat faster, dancing in her heart with every word from his lips. She sucked her bottom lip into the corner of her mouth, biting it in anticipation. 

Arthur’s hand slid from her back, over her hips, around her waist, and unbuckled her belt. Shit. He was serious. Lori couldn’t control her anticipation anymore. Her skin flushed, hot to the touch, as the heat between her thighs bloomed into something greater. Perhaps there was something Pavlovian about the blindfold or his touch. She loved when he took control when he undressed her and let his hands wander. They constantly stroked her for her pleasure and his. 

He lifted off her sweater, moving her arms as he raised them over her head. She left them there, and he lowered them with a press against each wrist. He brought her hands to her sides and squeezed her wrists, giving her a gentle hug. He drew his firm finger along her spine, making her clench and struggle to stay still. Her bra unhooked in three quick pulls. She gasped at the sudden release of pressure as her heavy DD breasts relaxed into freedom from their cage. 

Her nipples were nubs when he dragged the straps over her shoulders, sliding the fabric along her arms until the bra swept free at the same level as her groin. She kept her hands at her sides, knowing better than to hide her breasts from him. If he said they were alone, she believed him. 

His footsteps padded softly from behind her to in front of her. He grabbed her chin and lifted her face, tilting her head so her hair fell behind her. He kissed her, and she answered his lips with fervent passion. His tongue wrestled hers into submission, and she went molten at the firm grip of his hand on her chin. 

He ended the kiss she never would have escaped and tapped her cheek with his finger. “Good girl.” 

Goosebumps broke out over her skin. The wind swept across her shoulders, and the reminder that it was February struck her in sudden realization. The cold air against her hot skin drove a shudder from her. 

Arthur moved more quickly, untying her laces, stepping her out of her shoes, and pulling off her socks one foot at a time as he lifted her leg with his hand under her thigh. Then he pulled off her pants and panties. She stood, totally naked, with her arms at her sides. 

“Fuck me.” Lori said, begging. 

“Not yet.” Arthur said with a smile in his voice. “Lift your right leg.” Arthur said, smacking her right ass cheek. She lifted it, and he slid something over her ankle. “Left leg.” He smacked her left ass cheek. He pulled something over her legs, and as it settled against her hot outer lips and nestled into her crack, she realized it was a thong. A high-waisted thong with straps that nearly reached her waist. The narrow fabric in front didn’t cover her pubes and barely hid her pussy, but it did its job. 

“I’m confused.” Lori said. “I thought the point was–” 

“Be quiet.” Arthur said, smacking both her ass cheeks with his flat hand. 

“Yes, Sir.” Lori said, shutting up. He hadn’t spanked her hard but had been firm enough to signal that this was part of whatever game he was playing tonight. She sighed in relief when his fingers slipped over her hip, under her thong, and his fingers curled along her slit. He opened her, holding her to him with one arm across her breasts. She felt his erection press against her backside, and she moaned. 

“Please…” Lori begged. He knew what she wanted, but she knew he wouldn’t give it to her. No, Arthur was too patient for that. Patience was probably his most annoying trait. 

“No.” Arthur said, withdrawing his hand. He stepped away, then returned. For a moment, she thought he’d changed his mind, but no. He didn’t put his fingers into her again, but something else. Something stiffer, and not his dick, it was too small for that.

“What’s–” 

-bzzzz-

The vibration answered her question. He tested it a few more times, starting and stopping the vibrator in bursts of increasing intensity until he hit the upper limit of the machine inserted into her and trapped against her clit. She shivered at the bursts of pleasure in the frozen air. 

“Arms up.” Arthur said, stopping the fun. 

Lori raised her hands and crossed her wrists over her head in automatic response. 

Arthur wrapped something around her middle, but she wasn’t sure what until he moved into place and snapped the hooks into place. A strapless bra? Or a harness of some kind. She wasn’t sure. Either way, it offered her some support at the cost of pressure against her shoulder blades. She didn’t feel terribly secure, given the size of her breasts and the flimsy feeling of the strapless bra, but it was the thought that counted. 

He parted her wrists with his hands, leaving her arms straight and upraised. Then he put her arms through something and lowered it over her. It settled around her as he pulled it lower, starting at her breasts and going to her thighs, though the air still struck her high on her left thigh. A strapless dress with a slit? 

“Arms down.” Arthur said, lowering her arms with his fingers curled over her wrists. 

She lowered her arms, obeying his guiding movements without question. 

He hugged her, kissed her clavicle, then moved away. He held her ear in his fingers. She winced, guessing what was coming, but she didn’t protest as he fixed earrings to her ears. The dangling earrings didn’t make a jingle sound as they fell, nor were they the heaviest she’d worn, but she wondered if they were new or from her room. Had Kelly been in on this?

Finally, Arthur affixed a choker necklace against her throat. Her collar? No, this was something new. It felt cold and metallic, not the padded or stiff leather she was accustomed to wearing. He swept his hands behind her scalp, adjusting her hair, and stepped away. 

“Smile.” Arthur said. 

Lori smiled. 

She heard the camera sound effect of his phone and rolled her eyes behind the blindfold. It amused her that he’d waited to snap a pic after dressing her rather than during the process. The dress wasn’t familiar, but it wasn’t particularly uncomfortable either. Had he bought her a new dress? 

“Right leg up.” Arthur instructed. 

She lifted her foot. He knelt before her and placed her on his leg, guiding her by the ankle. He lifted it, and a paper rustled before he slipped a shoe on her foot. He fastened the buckle over her ankle, and she felt the anklet clasp of a heel. 

He set her foot on the ground. Oh yeah, definitely a heel. Two inches, maybe three? 

She raised her other leg tentatively, sticking her arms out for balance and finding his shoulder after he guided her hand to it. He slid the second heel on and clasped it around her ankle. 

“Good girl.” Arthur said as she set her foot down. He took her hands and had her walk a few steps in them. “They fit?” 

“Just call me Cinderella, my prince.” Lori said. 

“Oh, make no mistake, you are my slave tonight, but anyone using you to clean the house has no appreciation for your worth.” Arthur said, pulling her lips to his in a kiss. 

She kissed him hungrily, holding onto him in passion and for warmth. His body was hot, exuding heat in the cold air. Her exposed shoulders and flesh prickled with cold, and she shivered with it. 

“Let’s get back into the car.” Arthur said, guiding her with one hand on her back, the other holding her hand. She took short steps, and Arthur was patient with her as he opened the door and guided her into the passenger seat. 

She didn’t ask if she could remove the blindfold. He’d tell her when it was time. Until then, any inquiry would be futile or result in some pleasurable punishment for which they might not have time. 

The car was warm, and the heater kicked into high gear for her benefit as Arthur left the parking spot. The music resumed. Although they stopped occasionally for lights and signs, they didn’t park until Masquerade. Again, Arthur let the song finish before he turned off the car. Forty minutes or so since she’d changed into this dress. They could be in a lot of places in forty minutes, in Crofton, or over the river, or… anywhere, really. 

“Am I going to be allowed to check my makeup?” Lori asked. 

“Yes.” Arthur said, gently removing the blindfold. 

Lori blinked into the brightness as her eyes struggled to focus from lack of use. She’d had them closed for over an hour now, and the sudden influx of input was almost painful. She gripped Arthur’s leg as the world swam into a stabilized image before her. 

A parking garage wall came into view. “What’s…” She looked down at her dress. Oh, hello. 

A ruby red dress glittered in the fluorescent lights. The neckline was surprisingly high. She was sure he would have gone for a lower one. The V in the sweetheart neckline cut low enough to show her cleavage from the front, but the rounded edges covered her breasts almost completely. Below them, the dress contoured to her torso until it reached her hips. She straightened and adjusted the looser skirt. It fell to the bottom of her thighs with a slit that rose nearly to the top of her hip. It was scandalous but not wide enough to endanger her modesty. 

She lowered the mirror and checked her face, which needed a touch-up after the blindfold. Kelly had done her makeup this morning, and now Lori knew why. She rolled her eyes but touched up her eye makeup with the makeup bag Arthur handed her. 

She didn’t know when, but he’d changed from the clothes he picked her up in, a jeans and t-shirt combo, to a well-tailored suit. It was sharp and black, with a red shirt that matched her dress without glitter and a white silk tie. 

The earrings and collar caught her eyes as she worked. The silver dangles were elegant rose-engraved frames for heart-shaped red stones. She assumed they were costume pieces more than actual jewelry because the rubies were significant and matched the sizable heart-shaped ruby in the center of her choker. The choker necklace he’d given her was more of a collar. Its band was a series of small shining diamonds framed in silver settings linked together until they met the ruby in the middle. 

“Arthur, it’s gorgeous.” Lori said, touching the necklace. The lighting wasn’t the best, but nothing about the necklace or earrings looked cheap. They lent her an elegance she didn’t realize she’d possessed. “Are these rhinestones?” 

“Diamonds.” Arthur said. “And the rubies are lab-grown but real.” 

“What?” Lori asked, chuckling. “How much did these cost?” 

“Don’t worry about that.” Arthur said.

“Where did you get them?” Lori asked, turning to look at him so she could see his response. 

“I didn’t steal them.” Arthur said, though his tone was more amused than defensive. The idea of Arthur performing a jewel robbery was laughable. He had many skills, but thievery was not one of them. 

Lori didn’t roll her eyes this time or smile; she was still in shock. “This might be the most expensive thing I’ve ever worn.” 

“Yeah.” Arthur said, as though that wasn’t the important part. “Do you like them? I think you look amazing.” 

“Yeah, I mean, I love them, but–” 

“No buts.” Arthur said, patting her leg. “They’re part of my Valentine’s Day present to you.” 

“Part of?” Lori asked, catching that little phrase in his description. “Arthur, there can’t be more.” 

“Just enjoy it.” Arthur said. “Let me pamper and spoil you tonight. It’s Valentine’s Day. Our first one together. I want it to be special for us.” 

He was right, of course. Lori had never put a lot of stock in Valentine’s Day. Her boyfriends before Arthur weren’t the kinds of guys who bought jewelry. She got flowers once because some bum was selling two-dollar roses by the side of the train tracks, and they happened to walk past. 

“This is too much.” Lori said. “I didn’t… I didn’t even get you anything.” 

“You’re not supposed to.” Arthur said. “I’m the guy. Spoiling you with gifts is my job. Besides, you spoil me all the time.” 

Lori didn’t think that was true. Sure, they had great sex, and Arthur was learning to be more dominant with her in the bedroom and lean into more of the things she enjoyed, but spoiling him? The closest she’d come to that was Christmas when her gift to him had been a homemade card and manual, a ribbon she’d taken from Kelly’s stock, and herself as “Fuckdoll L0R1.” It went well, but even that was just as much a gift to herself as it was to him. He’d been fantastic at giving her what she wanted, and this? She hadn’t even known she’d wanted this until she glimpsed the diamonds and rubies around her throat. 

“Oh, you are getting laid tonight.” Lori said, smiling. 

“You don’t owe me sex for me giving you things.” Arthur said, assuring her. 

“I know!” Lori said, pitching her voice high. “But I want you to give me more things, one particular thing…” She slid her hand to his crotch, finding what she sought and curling her fingers over it as it woke. 

“Not right now.” Arthur said, laughing as he clamped his hand over hers. “Be good, silly. We have a curtain to make, dinner, and dancing. Then, maybe I’ll let you play with your favorite toy.” 

Lori bit her lip, focusing on the last part of his declaration rather than the first part. As she stared at him, however, his words caught up in her brain. “Curtain?” 

Arthur smiled. “Fix your lipstick.” He said. “And let’s go.” 

Lori shook her head and fixed her lips in the mirror. She brushed her hair out, styling it slightly and brushing it behind her ears to show off her earrings.

Arthur exited the car and opened her door to help her out of her seat. She straightened her dress and posed for him. “How do I look, Sir?” 

“You are gorgeous.” Arthur said. 

“Maybe you should dress me all the time.” Lori said. “You’ve got good taste.” 

“I don’t know, picking out your clothes every day might get old fast, but special occasions like this might be fun. Or playing dress up.” Arthur said. He stopped at the trunk and opened it again. “I brought a jacket for you, too, so you don’t freeze.” 

He pulled out a coat she hadn’t seen before, a white faux-fur coat that looked warm and cozy. It fell to her knees as he draped it over her shoulders, and she slid her arms into the smooth lining of the sleeves. The warmth was appreciated, as was the look. She felt the faux fur, sliding it between her fingers. “It’s so soft.” 

“I know you always like the mink coats from the old movies, so I got you one that was a little more animal-friendly. It’s fake fur, but… is that okay? Are you disappointed?” 

“Disappointed?” Lori asked, confused as to what about her gobsmacked reaction to the dress, jewelry, and coat might have let him think she was disappointed. “No, I love it. I just–how much was it?” 

“Free. It's a gift.” Arthur said, assuring her. 

“No. How did you afford all this?” Lori asked. “Did you sell a kidney?” 

“No. I…” Arthur sighed. “If it’ll put your mind at ease, I took some of the interest from my savings fund. But don’t worry, I used my connections and got good deals on everything for tonight where I could. And you don’t owe me anything for it. I’m… I want to enjoy spoiling you tonight. I want you to enjoy the luxury.” 

Lori didn’t know what to say. 

“No obligation.” Arthur said. “None of my gifts to you are obligations. They’re just… gifts. I enjoy giving you things.” 

“Interest from your savings fund?” Lori asked. 

“Yeah.” Arthur said. “I have a savings fund that I’ve been adding to for years, I put the money on the market when I turned eighteen, and I’ve been seeing some significant returns, and I’ve been diversifying the interest with–” 

“Dumb it down for the non-business majors here.” Lori said. 

“I have a lot of money in the bank thanks to a good year in the market.” Arthur said. “I’m not a millionaire or anything, not even close, but I can afford to spoil you for a night. Don’t expect this every weekend, though. This is a one-time deal. I’m supposed to use the money responsibly. But… it’s my money. I can do what I want with it.” 

“And you want to spoil me?” Lori asked. 

“Of course.” Arthur said. “You’re my girlfriend, silly. I love you.” 

Lori hugged the coat to her, and Arthur put his arm around her. “I love you too.” 

Arthur draped his arm over her as they walked, resting it on the soft coat. The gentle slope of the parking garage floor descended to the elevator bay. She cuddled into his side after he chose the ground floor, and they rode the elevator to street level. Leaving the garage behind, it was half a block’s walk to the Crofton City Music Academy Theater. 

Lori’s eyes lifted to the banner and the posters between the doors. The long line stretched from the theater doors to the sidewalk, wrapping around the theater and looping in the alley beside it. Arthur stopped at the tail end of the queue, still holding Lori close. 

“You got us tickets to Phantom?” Lori asked, surprised. “I didn’t even know it was here.” 

Arthur smiled. “Yeah. I ushered here in high school, so I keep tabs on what’s touring through, and I bought two tickets to Phantom as soon as I could.” 

“I love this musical.” Lori said, smiling. “It was the first one I ever listened to. I used to have the soundtrack on CD. I stole it from the K–” She stopped herself, glancing around to see if anyone had overheard her. 

“No one’s going to come at you for the folly of your youth over a twenty-dollar CD.” Arthur said, almost laughing. “But I’m surprised you didn’t just pirate it from a website like I did.” 

Lori laughed, shaking her head. 

“And I know you love this musical.” He said. “I do, too.” 

She kissed him. “This is so sweet.” 

Arthur withdrew the tickets from his suit’s inside pocket. 

“Where are we sitting?” Lori asked, checking the tickets for her answer. 

“I couldn’t get us front-row seats.” Arthur said, frowning. “But–” 

“Row D?” Lori asked, shocked. “We’re fourth row for Phantom?” 

“It has some extra legroom. There’s a small gap between row C, which is the last of the fenced-off section, but–” 

Lori threw her arms around his neck and kissed him. He lifted her in his arms and held her to him. Their kiss turned immediately passionate, and she squealed with glee. “You are the best boyfriend ever.” 

Arthur lowered her to the ground, an amused older couple standing before them in line. 

“Seriously. Anything you want for Valentine’s Day, it’s yours.” Lori said, kissing him again. “Anything.” She whispered into his ear in such a sultry whisper it sent chills along his spine. She glanced around as she stepped away from him, not far, but enough to create a gap between them. She shuffled in her coat slightly, pulling her arm out of the sleeve and letting the coat drape over her to hide her from anyone else's view. Then she pulled the cup of her dress and bra down, flashing her tits at him quickly. “Just a preview.” She winked. 

Arthur laughed, hugging her again. “Behave, silly.” 

“Yes, Sir.” Lori purred. 

The line started moving and surged quickly as people poured through the vestibule into the foyer and split to find their seats. Grand staircases drew the crowds away to the right and left while others poured past the bar into the outer ring of the theater, finding their aisles. Ushers stood by distributing programs, guiding people toward their seats, answering questions, and consoling guests over the costs of merchandise and drinks. 

“Do you want any souvenirs?” Arthur asked. “My treat.”

Lori shook her head. “No, I–” Her eyes fell onto a snow globe. Within it, the Phantom of the Opera rowed the gondola with Christine looking ahead in the light of the lantern hanging from its prow. The beautiful scene was captured in a well-painted statue standing in a sphere above a thick round music box that played Music of the Night. 

“We’ll take that one.” Arthur said, pointing at the snow globe. 

The worker behind the counter nodded, then gave him a second look. The young woman in her twenties was slightly older than them, and her eyes widened in recognition after several long moments of studying Arthur’s face. 

“Arty?” The woman asked. 

Arthur smiled. “Hey!” He said, recognizing her too. “How are you doing Olivia?” 

“I’m good!” She said. “Holy shit! You look amazing! I mean–” 

“I know what you mean.” Arthur said, holding up his hand to stop her spiral. “Thanks. I’ve been working hard.” 

“It shows!” Olivia said. “Holy shit.” 

“This is my girlfriend.” Arthur said, introducing the woman he had his arm around. “Lori, this is Olivia. We worked together.” 

Olivia’s eyes left Arthur’s face to meet Lori’s, and her expression faltered slightly. “Right, of course. Hi! It’s nice to meet you.” 

“You too.” Lori said, smiling softly. “You knew Arthur from high school?” 

“We went to different schools.” Olivia said. “Mister Private School didn’t have to slum it with us Crofton Central kids, but we worked together. He made the rest of us look bad.” 

Lori chuckled. “That sounds right. His work ethic is exhausting for everyone else.” 

Olivia nodded. “So, the music box?” She asked, verifying with Arthur. 

Lori shook her head, putting her hand on Arthur’s chest and patting his pec. “You don’t have to buy me that.” She said. “It’s okay.” 

“Yes, we’ll take it.” Arthur said. “And one of the masks, please.” 

“Coming right up, Sir!” Olivia said, smiling as she pulled the box from under the counter and put it and a box with a mask in a bag for them. “It was good to see you! Enjoy the show!” 

“Thanks!” Arthur said, taking the bag from her. He held it in his left hand and kept Lori in his right as his hand drifted from her shoulders to her waist while they walked. 

“I think I know what I can get you for Valentine’s Day.” Lori said, smiling to herself. “You want a threesome?” 

Arthur laughed. Lori didn’t. She watched his face, showing him she was serious. 

“What?” Arthur asked. 

“Olivia.” Lori said. “She was totally into you. I bet she’d be down for the three of us rolling in the sheets tonight.” 

Arthur laughed. 

“I’m serious.” Lori said as they walked through the theater toward their seats. “Do you want me to ask her? It can be my Valentine’s Day gift to you.” 

“You don’t owe me a Valentine’s Day gift.” Arthur said, shaking his head. “And Olivia and I aren’t like that. She’s friendly, but that’s the job. Trust me. We barely said two words to each other when we worked together before.” 

“Are you turning down a threesome?” Lori asked. 

“I’m telling you she isn’t interested and explaining that you don’t owe me one just because I bought you some jewelry.” Arthur said. “I love you. You’re enough for me.” 

“I love you, too.” Lori said. “But there’s nothing wrong with having some fun with a stranger we probably won’t see again. Just think about it.”

Arthur let her into the row first and slid in after her. “There’s nothing to think about.” 

“What if I want one?” Lori asked. 

“Do you want to sleep with Olivia?” Arthur asked, surprised. “I thought you’re straight.” 

“I am.” Lori said, shrugging. “But she’s hot, and… I don’t know. It might be fun. It’s certainly something we haven’t tried yet, and it’s on the list.” 

“It is?” Arthur asked. 

“My list.” Lori said, winking. She kept a list of things she wanted to try in the bedroom. She’d shared some of it with Arthur, and they’d done some, including some roleplay scenarios that were entirely for her benefit. This was a step beyond that, though. This was real; an additional partner in the bedroom was a big step. 

Arthur shook his head. “We’ll discuss it.” 

Lori smiled as the lights blinked above them. She looked above them, enraptured with the paintings and sculptures decorating the theater. If she didn’t know better, she’d think she was in the Paris Opera House, and the grand chandelier above them was like a sparkling star up close. 

Lori rested her hand on Arthur’s knee as the lights dimmed, her fingers curling over the inside of his thigh. She leaned forward in her chair as the music started, and the curtains opened to start the musical. 

She and Arthur lost themselves in the show, falling in love with the music as much as the characters. Many people didn’t enjoy musicals, but Lori never quite understood them. There was something about music that spoke to the soul directly, without translation from the ears and eyes. The organ resonated its notes through the air itself, and they were close enough to the pit that Lori felt the vibrations in the air with every crescendo. 

Arthur was equally enthralled by the music’s spell, forgetting her remote-controlled vibrator still inside her. She even forgot about it as the show continued, only feeling it when she shifted and uncrossed her legs to sit forward. She still had to keep her knees together because of the dress, but she tucked her ankles under her seat and leaned against Arthur, holding his leg and sometimes his hand. 

The first act drew to its conclusion, and she shrieked with a few of the other people under the chandelier when it fell and crashed into the stage. Directly above them, the chandelier gave every appearance that it was going to crash into them when Phantom’s disembodied voice cut the line. It was a controlled descent, a trick, but her body instinctively reacted to it. The fake glass shards and plastic confetti showered her, Arthur, and rows of patrons in debris. 

She put her hand over her heart, feeling her rapid pulse racing as if she’d been the victim of a jump scare in a horror movie. Arthur held her other hand, squeezing it with a slight grin growing into a full, knowing smile. She slapped his thigh, and he laughed. 

“You could have warned me!” 

Lori clapped with the audience as the intermission arrived and the house lights came on. 

“I thought you knew.” Arthur said, applauding with the house. 

“They’re good.” Lori said, gesturing to the stage. “This show is amazing live.” 

“You’ve never seen it live before?” Arthur asked, as if surprised. 

“Of course not.” Lori said, dismissing his shock. When would she have had the money for a trip to Broadway? Or disposable income for something as frivolous as theater tickets? No. Her love of musical theater came from movies and soundtracks. She didn’t have the luxury of seeing them performed on the stage like he did. 

Arthur stood, not to leave but to stretch his legs for the brief intermission. 

“I’m going to visit the little girl’s room.” Lori said. “That chandelier was a close call.” 

“Yeah, sorry. I should have warned you.” Arthur said. 

“It’s okay. I didn’t use my safeword, did I?” She giggled, though the person she was passing in front of gave her a strange look. 

Arthur blushed and shook his head, waiting for her in the row. 

Lori made a quick beeline to the restroom. The line moved quickly, and she was out again with the reminder of the vibrator Arthur had pressed into her. She texted him. 

Lori: Are you ever going to use this vibrator? 

Arthur: lol. I forgot all about it. Sorry. Got distracted by the show. 

Lori started to type a retort but stopped as the rumble began between her legs. She shifted, closing her legs as she walked in short steps. The discomfort gave way to arousal as the low vibration teased her from inside and out, drawing out her arousal, which made it easier to withstand but more challenging to walk and act normal. 

“Hey.” Lori said, reaching the usher by the entrance to the theater. “Olivia, right?” 

“Hey!” Olivia said, smiling. “Arty’s girlfriend, right? Are you enjoying the show?” 

“Oh yeah.” Lori nodded. “It’s amazing!” 

“I’ve seen it so many times, you’d think I’d hate it, but I still love it.” Olivia smiled. 

“Are you interested in Arty?” Lori asked, surprising herself with her frankness, but the vibrator in her was taking all her subtlety. 

“What?” Olivia asked, raising her voice and her eyebrows in tandem. She coughed, swallowing and lowering her voice to disperse the gazes cast her way. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to give you the wrong impression. I wasn’t trying to flirt with your boyfriend, I promise.” 

“It’s okay.” Lori said. “He’s hot, I get it. I’m not mad if you were flirting. I was kind of hoping you were.” 

“What?” Olivia asked, repeating herself. “Are you looking for a reason to break up with him or something?” 

“No.” Lori said, shaking her head. “I’m looking for a Valentine’s Day present. You’re hot and know him, so if you’re into him, you’d be comfortable, right? What do you think? Are you interested in a threesome?” 

Olivia blinked. Whatever she’d expected Lori to say when she approached, this wasn’t it. Her brain had to process it. Lori laughed. She wasn’t usually quite so direct, but she only had a few minutes to get back to her seat, and at the rate she was currently moving with the vibrator, it would take her more time than she had. If the answer was no, it was a no. No harm, no foul. She’d probably never see Olivia again either way. 

If she said yes, they could have fun and go their separate ways at night's end. She didn’t have to worry about Olivia and Arthur getting more attached to each other than Arthur was to her. Plenty of girls at school might be interested, but they’d have to see them all the time or in passing. The chances of seeing Olivia again were slim, except for when they came here for shows. Even then, it’d be easy to avoid her if necessary, or offering Arthur a special treat might be fun when he spoiled her like this. Nothing like a double blowjob to say thanks for the jewelry. 

“Are you serious?” Olivia asked. “Or are you worried that you should be jealous? I promise Arty and I aren’t, like, friends or anything. I haven’t talked to him since last summer. I barely knew him then. I just recognized him.” 

“I know.” Lori said, nodding. “He caught me up. I’m asking if looking at him now and looking at me, you’d be interested in spending the night with us for some fun sex and then going our separate ways in the morning.” 

Olivia’s eyes dipped, looking at Lori and getting stuck at her choker, then her dress. Lori stood straight, showing off her curvy figure and her dress. Olivia was wearing an usher’s uniform, black slacks, shiny shoes, a white button-up shirt, a black vest, and a black bowtie. Her figure was thinner than Lori’s, with smaller breasts, longer legs, and a tight butt. 

“Does Arty know you’re asking me this?” Olivia asked. 

“No.” Lori said. “We discussed it briefly, but he thought I was joking, and you were being friendly because that’s the job.” 

Olivia nodded, accepting her answer but not clarifying whether she had any interest in Arthur. 

“It’d just be sex.” Lori said. “If you’re down.” 

Olivia lifted her eyes to Lori’s, meeting her gaze and trying to determine if she was serious. The lights flickered, signaling everyone that intermission was ending. 

“I’ll meet you in the alley after the show?” Olivia asked. 

Lori smiled and nodded. “See you then!” 

She hurried past, walking in swift, short steps through the aisle as if her dress had a pencil skirt. The vibrations from Arthur grew stronger as she approached, and she made her way through the row with a series of ‘excuse me’ and ‘sorry’ until she found her seat beside him. 

She kissed his cheek as the lights dimmed, and the show started again. 

Lori rested her head on his shoulder, smiling as the vibrator in her cycled and drove her toward the edge, backed her away from it, and toward it again. He wasn’t trying to force her to orgasm or grant her that relief. No, he was teasing her and kept her on edge for the entire show. She worried she’d soak through her dress at the rate she was going. 

“You are so bad.” Lori whispered in his ear. “I love it. I love you, Sir.” 

“I love you, too.” Arthur said, squeezing her. 

The second act swept them through the story of the Phantom’s antagonism against the theater and Christine. The tragedy of their romance played out on the stage, close enough for Lori to see the whites of the actor’s eyes. The love triangle was the original Romantasy, with the dark tragic figure and the bright heroic one, but played straight. The girl chose the good guy in the end, and the bad guy fled into the catacombs never to be seen again, no matter what the composer tried to tell you. 

When the musical ended, they joined the standing ovation, and Lori looped her arm through Arthur’s as they applauded with the crowd. The curtain closed on the stage once more, and the house lights came up. The show was over, and the crowd emptied from the theater. Every door in the wings opened, letting people out through more exits than they entered. 

Lori held on to Arthur’s arm. “Can we visit the stage door?” She asked. “Try to get some autographs?” She held up the playbill. 

Arthur checked his phone. “We have some time before our reservation.” He said. 

“Reservation?” Lori asked. 

“I booked us a table at a restaurant nearby.” Arthur said, giving her a wink. “But we can get you some autographs.” He had the bag of their merchandise in one hand and Lori in the other. She had the playbill between her fingers in one hand, her other arm around his hips. Together, they made their way out of the theater and to the back of the building, where a small group of enthusiasts waited behind a fenced half-wall barrier for the performers to make their exits. 

“Don’t get your hopes up too high.” Arthur said. “Sometimes the performers aren’t into this part, or they don’t have time and just make their way home.” 

As if to prove him wrong, the Carlotta actress and the Raoul actor exited and waved, smiling and signing as many playbills as they could, including Lori’s. 

“Who’s your favorite?” Arthur asked. “Raoul or Phantom?” He asked as they waited for more performers. 

Meg’s actress signed their playbill. 

“Who cares?” Lori asked, squeezing him. “I’ve got a man who gives me both. You’re my Raoul in the streets, Phantom in the sheets. Best of both worlds.” 

Meg’s actress glanced at Arthur and smiled, passing Lori’s playbill back to her. 

Arthur’s blush competed with Lori’s dress for the brightest shade of red. 

Lori giggled, then passed the playbill to the Christine actress. “You were amazing.” She said. “Those notes… I don’t know how you do it.” 

“Thank you. Years and years of training.” Christine’s actress smiled and signed the playbill. 

“And some private tutoring from the best teacher.” Phantom’s actor looped his arm around Christine’s actress’ waist. She passed him the playbill and kissed his cheek. He signed it and gave it back to Lori. He winked at her as he passed it to her and swept Christine away to their car. 

Lori watched them go and smiled at Arthur. “What do you think, showmance?” She asked. 

Arthur shook his head. “Did you read the bios?” 

“No, I didn’t get the chance before the lights dimmed.” Lori said. 

“Ah, well, I had time to read while you were in the bathroom. They’ve been married for a few years.” Arthur said. “Apparently, they met in college, got married, and have been performing together ever since, living their dream.” 

“Wow.” Lori said, squeezing Arthur’s arm. “That’s so romantic.” 

“Yeah.” Arthur smiled. “Maybe that’ll be us one day. Married, and living the dream.” He kissed her forehead. “We should go to Paris.” 

Lori glanced up at him but didn’t answer. They walked away, cutting through the alley. Lori stopped Arthur with a hand on his arm. 

“What’s up?” Arthur asked, stopping. 

“I have a surprise for you.” Lori said. “But I wanted to discuss logistics first. How do you feel about getting a hotel room in the city?” 

Arthur smiled as if she’d guessed something correctly. “I… booked us a room.” 

“For two?” Lori asked. 

“Of course, for two.” Arthur said. “Wait–was that presumptuous? I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have presumed–” 

Lori clamped her hand over Arthur’s mouth. “I only meant you might want to change the reservation to three.” 

Arthur raised his eyebrows, mistaking her meaning momentarily before he noticed Olivia walking toward them. She looked awkward, wondering why Lori’s hand was clamped over Arthur’s mouth. Lori removed her hand and kissed Arthur. Olivia hugged her arm, rubbing her elbow as she waited for Lori and Arthur to release one another. 

Lori left Arthur, stepping toward Olivia. She offered Olivia her hand, and Olivia took it, nervously tugging her purse over her shoulder. Lori took Arthur’s hand in her other. “Well, what are you waiting for, Sir? Lead the way.” 

Arthur swallowed. “Uh… Hi, Olivia.” 

“Hey.” Olivia nodded. “She didn’t tell you?” 

Arthur glanced at Lori. 

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Sir.” Lori kissed his cheek. “I got you a present after all. Come on.” 

Arthur stammered, but his words silenced themselves as Lori started toward the car. She was the middle connection between him and Olivia as they left the theater. Olivia kept glancing at him, particularly at his jaw and his lips. To the point, he wondered if Lori’s lipstick had stained him. He wiped his face, but there was nothing there. 

They reached the car, and Lori held the back door open for Olivia. She slipped in, smiling softly at Lori’s encouraging smile. 

“He’s shy. But don’t worry, he’ll make sure you enjoy yourself tonight.” Lori said, assuring her. 

Olivia glanced at Arthur, who blushed and looked away. 

“Did you have a crush on Olivia while you worked at the theater?” Lori asked, sliding into the passenger seat. 

Arthur laughed. “No.” He said. 

“Arty was…” Olivia hesitated, glancing between them as Arthur started the car. He nodded to let her continue. “A total scaredy cat.” Olivia said. “He never hung out with anyone after work. He showed up, did his job, and left. He didn’t fraternize, and he didn’t talk to the girls more than hello and goodbye. We thought he was a total closet case.” 

Lori nodded. She’d forgotten how much Arthur had changed and opened up to her in the time since Freshman Orientation. It was almost laughable to see how different he’d become, even though he was the same person. 

“Well, he’s grown since then.” Lori said, patting his thigh. 

“I’ll say.” Olivia said. Her eyes met Arthur’s in the rearview mirror. “I think you’re taller than you were last summer.” 

Arthur chuckled. “That’s certainly possible.” 

“And definitely hotter.” Olivia said. “No offense. You were kind of chubby before. Not like–” 

“It’s okay.” Arthur said. “I’ve been working on myself since then. I kind of started that summer. That was why I never hung out with anyone. I was up early every day and hit the gym before work.” 

“Well, it definitely paid off.” Olivia said. “You look good.” 

Arthur smiled. “Thanks.” 

“So do you.” Lori said, joining Arthur’s smile with one of her own. “Even if Arthur’s too nervous to say it.” 

“I’m nervous, too.” Olivia said. “I… I don’t normally do anything like this. This is definitely a first for me, but I figured… why not? Life is short, right?” 

“Exactly.” Lori said. “Who knows what the future might bring. We should make the most of life while we can.” 

Arthur glanced at Lori, but city driving took his attention as he took them from the parking garage to a parking lot on the other side of the city. Crofton City Suites was a subsidiary of a much larger chain and was on the higher end of hotels in the city. The attached restaurant was enough to show that. It wasn’t large, but it was packed. The dark wood upscale decor and the dim lighting exuded an atmosphere of elegance despite the crowd. 

“Arthur Clarke.” Arthur gave his name to the hostess. 

The young woman smiled at him and flipped through the names on her tablet. She nodded. “Right this way, Sir!” She said cheerily, leading him to the back, up the stairs, and to a booth in the lounge section of the restaurant. The dim lighting and the sparser crowd on this level gave them some privacy with a view of the city from the second-story glass window wall. 

The hostess left three menus on their table. Lori gestured for Olivia to slide in first, then followed her. Arthur sat across from them. 

“Something light for dinner.” Lori said, winking at Arthur. “We don’t want to be full for our activities upstairs.” 

Arthur coughed. 

“I feel like I’m intruding.” Olivia said. “This is a Valentine’s Day date, right?” 

“You’re not intruding.” Lori said. “We invited you.” She smiled and glanced at Arthur. “So, Olivia, you said this is your first threesome, right?” 

Olivia nodded. “My ex always wanted one. Raved about them. Apparently, his ex let him have one for his birthday once? But… I don’t know. I said no. He called me a prude.” 

“And you broke up?” Lori asked, surprised. 

“Not over that, no.” Olivia shook her head. “We broke up because he was a bit of a freeloader, had a gambling problem I didn’t know about, and he yelled at my mom when she called him out on it.” 

“I’m glad you made it through that.” Lori said, smiling and patting Olivia on her shoulder. 

“Thanks.” Olivia said. “We broke up months ago.” 

“And you’ve been single since?” Arthur asked. 

“Yeah.” Olivia nodded. “Out of choice, mostly. My Tinder matches are always jerks.” 

“I hear that.” Lori said. “It’s a jungle out there.” 

Olivia smiled slightly, glancing at Arthur. “How did you two meet?” She asked, gesturing between them. 

“Mister scared-of-his-own-shadow helped me move a bookcase into my room orientation weekend. He was cute and polite, liked the same old movies I did, and disappeared. We ran into each other later and…” 

“I worked up the courage to ask her out after her roommate yelled at me.” Arthur said, laughing. “I thought she was teasing me about being into me, and I didn’t react well.” 

Olivia looked confused. “Why did you think she was teasing you?” 

“Long story.” Arthur said, dismissing the question as the waitress arrived. They ordered water. Olivia ordered a glass of wine to help soothe her nerves. 

“So, how did you end up working at the theater?” Lori asked. 

Olivia shrugged. “I needed a job. They don’t require a lot of experience, and I know how to bartend.” 

“Nice.” Lori said. 

“It’s not lucrative, as you know.” She said to Arthur. “But I love musical theater, I get to see the shows in shitty seats for free when I’m off duty, and the schedule is consistent so I can attend community college during the day.” 

“Oh, so that’s why you worked there.” Lori said, leveling her gaze at Arthur, who laughed. 

The conversation shifted to their favorite shows, their criticisms, and various other topics covering the breadth of their appreciation for live theater. Dinner was elegant, light, and delicious. They split the dessert three ways: one pie slice, two ice cream scoops, and three spoons. 

Lori glanced significantly at Arthur as he excused himself to the bathroom. 

“Are you sure he’s okay with this?” Olivia asked. “He doesn’t seem… I don’t know. My ex would have been drooling at the idea. Arty seems… indifferent? Like he doesn’t know if he wants to do this.” 

“He’s nervous.” Lori said. “He wants to try it. He’s just… he’s not as adventurous as I am sometimes, but if he didn’t want to do it, he’d safeword out.” 

“What?” Olivia asked. 

“Arthur and I have codewords we use.” Lori said, explaining. “We do a lot of adventurous things, but if he ever wants to stop anything, he just has to say the code phrase, and I’ll stop. He does the same for me. If I use the code phrase, he stops immediately and checks in.” 

“Yeah…” Olivia said. “I’m familiar, but like… kink stuff. My ex and I did that once. But he kept pushing after I used it. I had to take the handcuffs off and smack him.” 

“Oh my god.” Lori said, laying her hand over Olivia’s wrist. “I’m so sorry.” She shook her head. “No. Arthur’s not like that. I used the safe word once when he was mid-stroke because I was worried I’d hit my head too hard, and he immediately stopped everything. He was close, too. But he’d never ignore a safe word in a million years.” 

“Good to know.” Olivia said, smiling. “You really love him, huh?” 

“Yeah.” Lori said, smiling softly. “More than I probably should.” She chuckled. 

“And you’re okay with the idea of him… doing things with me?” Olivia asked. 

Lori nodded. “Are you okay with the idea of us doing things together?” 

Olivia glanced at Lori, then looked and nodded. 

“What’s your safe word?” Lori asked. “In case we need to stop.” 

“How kinky are we talking?” Olivia asked. 

Lori shook her head. “Not just for kink. For anything. We need a signal for slow down, and one for stop. Just in case anything goes too far.”

“Oh.” Olivia said, pondering that. “Okay. Uh… can I use a new one, or does it have to be one I used with my ex?” 

“Whichever you’d prefer.” Lori said. “Just so long as you remember it in the moment.” 

“Masquerade.” Olivia said, laughing. 

Lori laughed with her, and they were laughing when Arthur returned to the table. He slid into the booth, smiling and glancing between them. 

“Ready to go upstairs?” Lori asked him.  

“Don’t we have to pay the check?” Olivia asked. “I have some–” 

“Arthur took care of it.” Lori said confidently. 

“How do you know that?” Arthur asked. 

“Well, didn’t you?” Lori asked, staring him down. 

“Yeah… but…” 

Lori chuckled. “It’s almost like I know you.” She stood, sliding out of the booth and taking Arthur’s hand. She extended her other hand to Olivia. 

Olivia took her hand and slid out of the booth. 

“Her safeword is Masquerade.” Lori whispered in Arthur’s ear. 

“Masquerade?” Arthur asked Olivia, who nodded. “Okay.” He looked at Lori. “Is yours the default tonight?” 

Lori nodded. “Red light to stop, yellow light to slow down.” 

Olivia smiled, following Arthur’s lead through Lori as he led them into the attached hotel hallway where the elevators lived. They had to visit the lobby first, but check-in was swift. Arthur grabbed a suitcase from the car, and the ascent to their room on the ninth floor took no time in the quick but tiny elevator. 

“You packed a bag?” Lori asked. 

“Of course.” Arthur said. “I have your overnight stuff and…” He glanced at Olivia. “Some things for tonight.” 

The elevator opened before Lori could ask more questions, but she suspected she knew the answers. It was a short walk from the elevator bay to the room. 

The room opened to a small hallway with the bathroom to the left and a closet to the right. Flower petals trailed across the carpet until the hallway ended in the bedroom proper. The far wall was a curtain hiding a glass door to the balcony, with windows on either side. The bed to the right was a king-sized bed raised above the floor with a dark wood trim. The mattress was firm, but the bedding was soft. 

Lori cooed at the flower petals forming a heart on the mattress. Arthur set the merchandise bag and suitcase on the desk. Olivia stood at the foot of the bed, nervously rubbing her elbow again. Lori inspected the bottle of champagne that came with the room, and the box of chocolates Arthur pulled from the suitcase and set on the bed. 

“Oo, chocolates?” Lori asked. 

“Yeah. I uh… I ordered them from this little shop downtown. They’re my mom’s favorites. My dad gets her a box every year.” 

Lori snickered before she could help it and then let loose a full-blown laugh. Confusion wrapped around Arthur’s face, and he looked at Lori for an answer as to why she was laughing, but she couldn’t stop laughing long enough to give him one. Deb had told her about George’s annual gift of aphrodisiac chocolates, but apparently, they’d left out some features when discussing them with their son. 

Lori’s laugh eventually calmed when she saw Olivia staring at her like she was insane. 

“Sorry.” Lori said, wiping a tear from her eye. “Inside joke.” 

“Okay…” Olivia said, glancing back and forth between them. “So uh… What… what happens now?” 

Lori looked at Arthur, then Olivia. Both looked awkward and uncomfortable, but she knew how to put Arthur at ease. “How comfortable are you with Arthur taking the lead tonight? Do you trust him?” 

Olivia glanced at Arthur, sizing him up. “Yeah…” She said. “I think so. You promise to respect the safe word?” 

“If you say Masquerade, everything stops immediately.” Arthur assured her. 

Olivia visibly relaxed, her shoulders sliding back and her breath slowing. 

“We could do some roleplay.” Lori suggested. She gestured to herself. “Christine.” She gestured to Olivia. “Meg.” She pointed at Arthur. “Phantom.” 

“I do have the mask…” Arthur said, glancing at the merchandise bag. “But let’s keep things simple for now.” 

He said, stepping close to Lori. He cupped her cheek and closed the distance between their lips. She kissed him, opening her mouth to his and letting him inside. They kissed, then Arthur lifted his head and turned his gaze to Olivia. She stared at them, and he reached out to her, opening his left side. She stepped forward, nervous and unsteady but holding onto his arm firmly as he lowered her face to hers. 

They kissed, and Lori watched the two of them while waiting for the flare of jealousy to spike in her. Her man, Arthur, was kissing another woman. A woman she invited to their bed tonight. That robbed the situation of any scandal, and instead of jealousy, warmth spread through her. It was like watching him play a video game or read a book he enjoyed. There was no jealousy at the attention he gave the thing because however much he might enjoy that toy, game, or whatever–he didn’t love it more than her. She meant more to him than that. There was no doubt in her mind about that. There were a lot of things she could be insecure about, but Arthur’s love? That wasn’t one of them. Olivia was just that, someone for him to enjoy tonight. Someone for both of them to enjoy tonight. 

Olivia left Arthur’s kiss, and her face approached Lori’s. Lori hesitated, unsure if she wanted to but willing to try. Olivia’s lips were soft, her breath pleasant, and her tongue small and nervous. The kiss was so foreign from kissing Arthur and lacked any sense of command or urgency. Instead, it seemed tentative, as if this was the first time Olivia had kissed anyone. Lori matched her cautious kiss, making out with her as Arthur watched. Knowing Arthur enjoyed the show made her happier than the kiss. 

Arthur opened the box of chocolates and pulled one out, placing it between his teeth. He fed it to Lori, who kissed him as she took it, chewing on it. The filling inside the morsel tasted sweet, like cherries. She smiled, enjoying the taste and the show as he repeated the gesture, feeding Olivia a chocolate and then eating one himself. 

“These are amazing.” Olivia said, covering her mouth as she spoke while she chewed. 

“Delicious.” Lori agreed, having finished hers. “I wonder if it’ll make anything more intense.” 

Arthur stopped mid-chew. “What?” He asked. 

Lori giggled. “The reason your mom likes them so much?” She gestured to the box, tapping her finger on the shop's name: Eros Chocolates. “They’re aphrodisiacs. Erotic chocolates.” 

Arthur’s blush crept into a bloom. He swallowed. 

Lori continued giggling. “Should take some time to kick in.” She said as she turned the box over and read the instructions. “But this is good. Gives us some… lubrication.” 

Olivia took the box, reading the ingredients. “They’re all natural. It's not like we did drugs or anything.” She said, trying to soothe Arthur’s worried expression. “Besides, the way you fed it to us was pretty hot. You’re a great kisser.”  

Arthur checked the box next, looking apologetic. “I didn’t know. I would have warned you if I–” 

“I’m sorry, I didn’t tell you.” Lori said, giving him a devilish smile. “Do you want to spank me for it?” 

Olivia raised her eyebrows and giggled. “Oh, so you are a bit kinky after all. Okay.” 

“Just a bit.” Lori winked at her. “I like to let Arthur take charge.” 

“You look like you’d be a good dom.” Olivia said, sizing Arthur up in a new way. “Are you into choking at all?” 

“Choking?” Arthur asked, worried.

“Yeah.” Olivia said, smiling. “I… like to be choked. It’s kinda my thing. I always cum super hard.” 

“And your ex didn’t respect safewords?” Lori asked. “That’s super dangerous.” 

Arthur’s wide eyes darted between them, and he shook his head. “Let’s uh… table that for now.” He said. 

“Yes, Sir.” Lori said automatically. 

“Is that what you like to be called?” Olivia asked. “Should I call you Sir?” 

“If you’d like to.” Arthur said, nodding. 

“Yeah…” Olivia laughed. “Real dominant.” The sarcasm in her voice was hard to miss. 

Lori put her hand on Arthur’s chest. “We know our safewords, Sir. You can take control. Whenever you’re ready.” 

Arthur took a deep breath and squared his shoulders. He stepped away, took off his suit jacket, and draped it over the back of the office chair. He unbuttoned his cuffs and rolled his sleeves over his forearms, exposing them one at a time. He set his sleeves just above his elbows. 

Olivia and Lori watched him, their eyes dipping low to trace the lines in his forearms. 

“The male version of cleavage.” Olivia said quietly. 

Lori giggled. “And a suit’s their lingerie.” 

Olivia nodded. “A good suit.” 

“And what are you wearing under there, Olivia?” Arthur asked, his voice darker and steadier than before. The tone made her snap her eyes to his. The intensity of his gaze rocked her, making her stagger her feet and look away, lowering her eyes to the floor. 

“Just uh… the normal stuff.” Olivia said. “Sir.” 

“Not a lingerie kind of girl?” Arthur asked. 

“I wasn’t expecting… this.” She said, gesturing to the room at large. “If I’d known…” 

“Go on.” Arthur said. “Tell me what you would have worn if you’d known I’d undress you tonight. Describe it.” 

The command left no room for hesitation or argument. Olivia took a deep breath, steadying herself as her pulse quickened in response to Arthur’s shift in mood. His entire presence changed from the awkward, slightly nervous guy at dinner to a commanding presence that suggested they should be on their knees. 

Lori lowered herself to hers. 

Olivia waited, her left hand clasping her right in front of her and wringing her fingers as she closed her eyes and summoned the mental image of her sexiest underwear. “I have a red set of lace lingerie from… a fetish shop.” She said. “It has a lot of straps over the chest. It’s more of a harness, really. And with the bottoms attached by a strip of lace from the chest to the top of the waistband. It’s a thong and not very comfortable, but it’s very sexy.” 

“I can imagine.” Arthur said, his eyes not leaving Olivia’s body. He stepped closer to her, patting Lori’s head and cupping her cheek as she stood on her knees. He stroked her face with his thumb, then pressed his left index finger into the center of Olivia’s chest. “Does it attach to a collar?” 

“Yes, Sir.” Olivia said, her voice quiet as her breath caught in her throat at his firm but not pushing touch. 

Arthur drew his finger to the bottom of the neck, then down, over her breasts to just below her sternum. “Guide me.” He said. “Show me where the straps are.” 

Olivia took his hand in both of hers, moving his hand from left to write under her breasts, then crisscrossing over the mounds of her boobs. Beneath her shirt, within the confines of her bra, her stiffening nipples answered his touch. By the time his finger crossed the second one, her nipple was hard enough to discern. 

“It’s very sexy.” Arthur said. “A pity you weren’t prepared.” 

“I’m sorry, Sir.” Olivia said. “If we do this again, I will be.” 

Arthur glanced at Lori, whose neutral expression didn’t suggest an answer to that query. Lori didn’t know if they would do this again. If it went well, maybe? She wasn’t jealous of Arthur playing with Olivia now, but a second time? A chance for a bond between them to grow into something else? Maybe a second threesome would be with a different partner. Finding someone willing to sleep with them couldn't be that hard. Lori wasn’t as gym-fit as Arthur but had sexy curves and a decent girl-next-door vibe. Arthur was gym-fit and getting hotter every day. They were young and sexy, and the world was full of people who wanted to sleep with them. So… they’d just have to see. 

“No matter.” Arthur said. “Stand up, Lori.” 

Lori stood, looking at Arthur with a questioning gaze. 

Arthur moved away and spun the office chair to face them. He sat in it and spread his legs to rest his elbows on his knees as he leaned forward. “Face the bed.” 

Lori didn’t know which of them he was talking to, but both turned to face the bed, putting their backs to him. 

“Face each other.” Arthur said. He stroked his clean-shaven jawline as he sat back. 

Olivia and Lori faced each other. 

“Hm…” Arthur said. “She’s your Valentine’s Day present to me?” Arthur asked, looking at Lori. 

“Yes, Sir.” Lori said. “You already have me, I thought you might like another toy to play with tonight.” 

Olivia licked her lips, glancing at Arthur and shifting her stance again. 

“Unwrap her for me.” Arthur said. “Present your gift.” 

Arthur observed them over his folded fingertips as Olivia stepped forward and Lori stepped behind her. She’d left the vest and bowtie at the theater; otherwise, her clothes were hers. The white button-down shirt was fitted around her skinny waist, with the top button undone. Lori reached over her arms, undoing the buttons one by one. The shirt opened more with each loosened fastener, revealing a plain white bra beneath holding two firm C-cup breasts. They weren’t as large as Lori’s Double-Ds, but they fit Olivia, and she puffed out her chest slightly as Lori’s fingers reached her belt. Lori untucked the shirt, pulling it from her pants and undoing the last two buttons. 

She pulled the short over Olivia’s arms, and Olivia moved her arms behind her to let it fall. Lori stopped its descent at her wrists and looked over her shoulder toward Arthur. They were roughly the same height, with Lori still in heels. “Should I bind her wrists, Sir?” 

“No.” Arthur said. “Fold her shirt. Put it on the desk.” 

Lori did as she was commanded, stepping behind Olivia again and unbuckling her belt. 

“Wait.” Arthur said. 

Lori stopped. 

“Olivia, take off your bra.” Arthur said, lifting his eyes to hers. He kept eye contact with her as she reached behind her and unhooked her bra. The solid white barrier fell forward. “Hand it to Lori. Lori, fold it and put it on the table.” Lori obeyed, stepping aside. 

Olivia’s breasts weren’t as heavy as Lori’s, but Arthur appreciated the sweep of her breasts. Her high nipples were small and dark on her chest but fully erect in the warm room. She licked her lips, watching Arthur’s face for judgment or approval. He gave it, licking his lips as he eyed her tits. 

“Take off your belt, Olivia.” Arthur said. 

Olivia removed her belt and handed it to Lori, who remained between her. Lori turned to ferry it to the desk, but Arthur stopped her. “Give it to me.” 

Lori handed Arthur the belt. He tested its pliability, snapped it against itself, and checked its heft. He shook his head and gave it back to Lori. 

She placed it on the desk with the rest of Olivia’s things. 

“Pants.” Arthur said. 

Olivia swallowed and unbuttoned her pants. She removed them, sliding them down until gravity took them the rest of the way, and her open slacks puddled around her flats. Her white panties were plain cotton, not particularly sexy, but more petite on her than Lori anticipated. They stretched over the gentle curve of her hips and well-trimmed but still present pubic hair peeked over the waistband as it dipped low in the front. A small, dark spot suggested some kind of stain, but Lori noticed it wasn’t dry. 

“Are you aroused, Olivia?” Arthur asked. 

“I’ve been turned on since Lori asked me to join you guys.” Olivia said. “And this… yeah. This is hot.” 

“You enjoy stripping off your clothes at my command? Doing what you’re told?” Arthur asked. “Are you the kind of dirty girl who gets off on being told what to do?” 

Olivia swallowed and nodded. 

“Are you naughty? Or do you prefer to be called a good girl?” Arthur asked. 

“Naughty.” Olivia answered, not looking up to meet his gaze. Her voice was quiet, and she didn’t make an effort to be heard. 

“Were you talking to me?” Arthur asked. “Or whispering to yourself?” 

“Naughty, Sir.” Olivia said. “I’m a dirty, naughty girl.” 

“What’s the dirtiest thing on your mind right now?” Arthur asked, glancing at Lori. “What has your filthy imagination cooked up when you know you’re someone else’s Valentine’s Day present?” 

“That you’ll treat me like a… like a toy, Sir. A fleshlight. Use me, and toss me aside to sleep with your actual girlfriend.” She glanced at Lori. 

“And does that turn you on?” Arthur asked, pointing at the spot of arousal on her panties. “Does knowing that I’ll pump my cock into you like a fleshlight and then do the same to Lori make you hot?” 

“Yes, Sir.” Olivia answered, not looking at him. 

“Disgusting.” Arthur said, but there was no disapproval in his tone. “You’re a filthy woman, Olivia. I never would have guessed it.” 

“I never would have guessed you had this in you, either.” Olivia said, smiling slightly. “This is… this is hot, Sir.” 

Arthur laughed. “Are you a cocksucker, Olivia?” 

Olivia looked up. 

“Do you know how to use that filthy mouth of yours for something other than spouting off dirty little fantasies?” Arthur asked, watching her lips as she licked them, her eyes on his crotch. 

“Yes, Sir.” Olivia said. 

“Say it.” Arthur said, staring her down. “Say you’re a cocksucker.” 

“I’m a cocksucker.” Olivia said without hesitation. She sounded emboldened by the declaration as if she’d discovered some diagnosis she’d had all along. “I love the taste of cum, Sir. And I love it when guys unload on my face. I don’t know why. I just… I get off on it. It makes me happy.” 

“You like it when they show appreciation for your hard work. When they reward you with their cum. When you receive that satisfaction and undeniable evidence of your dirty talents, a job well done.” 

“Yes, Sir.” Olivia said. “Exactly.” She sighed as if she’d always wanted to say that but never had the words. 

Lori rested her hand on Arthur’s shoulder. “Stop teasing the poor girl, Sir. Let her suck your cock.” 

Arthur gestured to Olivia’s feet. “Take off her shoes.” 

Lori knelt before Olivia and slipped the flats off her feet as Olivia lifted one leg at a time. She stepped out of the pants, kicking them aside. Lori took them, folded them, and placed them on the desk. She left the shoes under the desk. 

“Okay…” Arthur said, having decided what he wanted to do next. “Olivia… take off those hideous panties.” 

Olivia nodded and slid off the panties. She automatically handed them to Lori, who folded them and put them on top of everything else on the desk. 

Arthur smiled. “Crawl to me.” He said, widening his legs so she could fit between them. “Lori, stand where she was.” 

Olivia slid to her knees and crawled on all fours toward Arthur. Lori took the route around her and stood where she’d been, facing Arthur. 

Arthur looked at Lori, keeping her gaze in his and verifying silently that everything was still okay. Lori nodded, and Arthur nodded back as Olivia stopped between his knees. She knelt, sitting back on her heels and putting her hands in her lap. 

“Unbuckle my belt.” Arthur said, and Olivia obeyed. Her narrow fingers fumbled with the buckle, but she pulled the strap free and unbuckled his belt. “Unbutton my–” Olivia was already working to undo his slacks. He slapped her hand. 

She pulled her hands away in shock, rubbing them as she looked up at him. 

“Wait for your instructions.” Arthur said, his tone harsh. “Don’t presume.” 

Olivia nodded. “Sorry, Sir.” She said. “May I…?” 

Arthur sighed and rolled his eyes. He glanced at Lori, and her grin made him break character for a moment. 

Olivia turned to look behind her, but Arthur grabbed her chin and turned her to face him. He tilted her chin with a finger hooked under it, his thumb pressing beneath her lips. She went still. 

“Take off my slacks.” He said. 

Olivia unbuttoned his pants, lowered his zipper, and hooked her hands over the waistband. Arthur lifted himself in the chair as she tugged, and the pants slid to his ankles. 

“Take off my shoes.” Arthur said, and Olivia worked fast to untie his laces, pull off his shoes, and remove his pants the rest of the way. She tossed them aside and returned her attention to Arthur’s crotch, where the promising bulge in his boxer briefs was straining both the fabric and her credulity. 

“Holy shit.” Olivia said, staring at it. “You’ve been packing this the entire time?” 

“Take me out.” Arthur said. 

Olivia slid her fingers between the overlapping opening and reached her hand inside, timidly withdrawing him. She stretched her jaw in anticipation, wiggling her mouth before she licked her teeth. 

“Not yet.” Arthur said, seeing her lean forward. 

She stopped. Arthur pressed his rigid dick and soft cock head against her nose, then cheek and forehead. He rubbed himself against her face, watching her and Lori for any sign of a reaction. His balls slapped against Olivia’s lips, but she didn’t move. She breathed in the piney scent of his soap and waited patiently. 

“Open your mouth.” Arthur said. 

Olivia opened her mouth as wide and as far as it would go. 

“Are you sure this is the present you want to give me?” Arthur asked, looking at Lori. 

Lori nodded. “Yes, Sir. Do you like it?” 

“We’ll see…” Arthur said. He returned his gaze to Olivia. “Okay, Cocksucker. Start sucking, and don’t stop until I tell you to stop.” 

Olivia licked her lips and lowered her mouth to the head of his cock. She sucked and swirled her tongue around the tip, lathering it in saliva. Her mouth opened wider to receive him, and slowly, she took him in, her breath making the wet saliva tingle against him. 

“Lori…” Arthur said, looking up at her. “Strip for me.” 

“What would you like me to remove, Sir?” Lori asked. 

“Everything.” Arthur said. “Put the jewelry in the box in the suitcase. You’ll find I brought some other toys along, too.”

At those words, Lori felt the vibrator buzz to life again, and she nearly stumbled. She was wet this time and hot for him, ready for him to touch her, but the sudden intensity of the vibrator still threw her for a loop. She huffed, taking a moment to collect herself. 

Arthur sat in the desk chair, watching her. Olivia sat between his legs. The back of her bobbing head blocked Lori’s view of his crotch. Meanwhile, for every moment Olivia’s tongue made contact with Arthur’s dick, the vibrator in her pussy and against her clit hummed its savage buzz. Lori bit her lip and did what she could. 

“Yes, Sir.” She said, and she started by removing the earrings. The box he’d mentioned was easy to find, and she placed the earrings and the choker in there. She’d seen another collar in the suitcase but hadn’t presumed to put it on yet. Arthur would order it when he wanted her to wear it. 

She unzipped her dress, letting it fall to the floor, and stepped out of it in two graceful steps forward. The red strapless bra matched the dress, as did the red thong holding in her vibrator, which buzzed its dying efforts against her. They’d played with it too much, but her constant arousal had been worth it. 

“Go on.” Arthur said. “Take it out.” 

Lori removed her vibrator before anything else. 

Arthur nodded to the bed, and she sat it behind her. 

“Now, the bra.” Arthur said. 

Lori unhooked the bra with some difficulty and let her heavy breasts fall. She knew Arthur enjoyed her breasts. She might be insecure about her waistline, feeling bloated sometimes, carrying a bit of tummy occasionally, or having more of a pouch than she wanted, but Arthur loved her body. He made that very clear to her in no uncertain terms as often as possible. She joined him and Kelly in the gym, too, though she didn’t go as hard as they did and wasn’t as good about dieting. Still, she was in good shape. Her stomach was flat, her skin was smooth and youthful, and she knew how Arthur loved the curve of her hips. She stuck her hip out, letting his eyes rake her skin from her ankle, over her bare thigh, the high line of her thong, to her breasts. She tweaked her nipples, pulling them to attention under his gaze. 

Olivia sucked his cock the entire time, moaning a lot as she did. Lori almost told her she didn’t have to, but it wasn’t worth mentioning. Arthur didn’t like a lot of unnecessary moaning. He appreciated it as a signal that she enjoyed something, but moaning for his sake like they did in porn? It was obnoxious, and he’d called her on it before. He didn’t seem worried about it with Olivia, though. He was less concerned with her pleasure than with Lori’s. Lori smiled. 

“Turn around.” Arthur said, swirling his finger. 

Lori turned around, knowing what he wanted. She posed in the thong, spreading her cheeks and letting them clap together for him. Her high, round ass was another of his favorite features. She bent forward, lowering her chest to the mattress. She hooked her thumbs through the waistband of her thong and waited for further instructions. 

“Remove it.” Arthur said, his voice stern. 

She pushed the thong down, rolling it over her cheeks until it sent slack and fell to the floor. She kicked it on top of her dress, leaving her in nothing but her heels. 

“Fold your things.” Arthur said. “Put them on the desk.” 

Lori rolled her eyes. Arthur was a neat freak, but the fact he could think about keeping things orderly with his girlfriend stripping naked for him while another naked girl sucked his cock? That was next-level anal and not the fun kind. 

“I saw that.” Arthur said. “I’ll repay it.” 

Lori nodded, knowing that meant she was eventually in for some kind of punishment. Funishment, really. Arthur enjoyed spanking a lot, but that wasn’t the only way he’d learned to punish her with painful pleasure. Forced orgasms were another favorite, making her cum over and over again with toys or his attention until she could hardly string her words together. Fucking her stupid, turning her into his brainless little bimbo… she was in for it. 

“Yes, Sir.” Lori said, acknowledging her transgression. She returned to the task at hand, picking up her dress and laying it over the desk. She laid the bra and thong on top of it, along with the vibrator atop the jewelry case. All the while, the sounds of Olivia sucking Arthur’s cock filled the room, accompanied by an underscore of her moans that were either a performance or a genuine expression of how much she enjoyed sucking cock. 

“You don’t have to moan for my sake.” Arthur said, addressing Olivia. “But by all means, if you’re enjoying my cock that much, I won’t stop you.” 

Olivia withdrew, lifting her head off his cock and rubbing it against her face. “I love your dick.” Olivia said. “It’s like… porn star-sized. It tastes great. This is what a dick should be.” She pumped him in her hand. “Are my moans bothering you?” 

“They’re… distracting.” Arthur said. “They sound fake.” 

“I’m sorry, Sir.” Olivia said. “It’s pleasurable for me, like kissing, but… more. I genuinely am enjoying my task, Sir. I’m not going to orgasm or anything just from sucking you off, but that doesn’t mean I don’t enjoy it. I can try to tone it down, though, if it bothers you.” 

“It’s fine.” Arthur said. “Get back to sucking. And if you can deep throat, go for it.” 

“I’ll try, Sir. You’re really big.” Olivia said before licking his cock from balls to tip to prove her point. She dragged her tongue along the underside, licking in short strokes of her tongue as her face traveled his length. 

Arthur’s dick twitched from the attention. 

“I’m stealing that move.” Lori said, watching them. “Looks like you enjoyed it.” 

Arthur smiled. “Come here.” He crooked his finger at her and stepped closer to him. He reached up, cupping her face and bringing her lips to his. She bent over, and his hand slid from her face to her breast, groping her as they made out. He squeezed her especially hard as Olivia suddenly adjusted her stance, straightening her neck and taking him into her throat. She was tight, wet, and hot, her throat constricting around him as she swallowed to take him. 

“Oh, shit.” Arthur gasped, his arm shaking. 

“Is she better than me?” Lori asked, not hurt, exactly, but curious. She wasn’t insecure about her abilities and had more practice with Arthur as a partner. So, was his reaction and evident pleasure at Olivia’s talents because of a more extensive skillset? Or because of her newness compared to Lori’s familiarity? 

“Only one way to find out.” Arthur said, not rising to her bait. “Get down there.” 

Lori appreciated his clever, self-serving solution. She knelt and wedged her way in. She pulled Olivia off his cock, and glanced up at Arthur. The other woman’s saliva dripped from his shaft to Olivia’s parted lips as she breathed heavy gasps of air. 

Lori wiped him with her hand, breaking the strands and drying them on the carpet as she planted her palms flat and knelt on all fours. She closed her lips around his shaft and sucked. Her head stroked him with the motion as she sucked, working her way down his shaft. He entered her throat, left it on the backstroke, and entered further than before as she fucked him with her face. At the bottom of his shaft, her tongue slid from her lips and curled against his balls. 

Arthur gripped the arm of his chair and the back of Lori’s hair. He gathered her ebony curls into his fist and pulled her off his cock. She took her chance to breathe as he replaced her with Olivia, who eagerly and rapidly stroked him as she swallowed him, trying to outperform Lori. 

Challenge, accepted. Bitch. 

Olivia swallowed and gagged on his cock, slobbering all over as she withdrew, so much that Lori wondered if he’d cum. He hadn’t, but he seemed close.

Lori didn’t wipe her spit away this time. She kissed Arthur’s cock, wiped it with her tongue, then took him into her mouth again, letting Olivia’s drool lubricate his entrance into her throat. This time, as she tongued his balls, she groped them too, softly pleasuring them in her hand.

Arthur’s grip on her hair tightened. His legs tensed. 

“Please.” Olivia whispered in Lori’s ear, nearly startling her. “You get him all the time… let me have this one?” 

Surprising herself, Lori withdrew, offering Olivia his cock with her fist wrapped around the base. Olivia dove onto it, and Lori moved her hand to the back of Olivia’s head. She drove Olivia onto his dick and withdrew her. This was what she wanted, after all, to be his fleshlight. So Lori would treat her like one. A toy, like their many BDSM accouterments, or her vibrators. 

Olivia moaned, the carpet under her dark and soaked with her arousal. She sucked and face-fucked Arthur with all the power she could muster. 

“Where do you want to cum, Master?” Lori asked, whispering. “Do you want to cum in her throat?” She pushed Olivia’s head forward, and Olivia moaned low in her throat, vibrating Arthur’s cock as it lodged itself within her. 

“In her mouth?” Lori pulled Olivia back so that the tip of Arthur’s dick was halfway into her mouth. She tongued his cockhead, licking and swirling the bridge of tissue there as fast as she could. Arthur’s eyes fluttered with the effort of withholding his explosion. 

“On her face?” Lori asked, pulling Olivia off his cock entirely and placing her face directly beneath the tip as she pumped him with her other hand. Olivia’s hand joined hers, stacking higher on Arthur’s dick and squeezing tight. 

“On our faces?” Lori put her face beside Olivia’s and opened her mouth, waiting for her treat. Olivia did the same, her tongue hanging out in anticipation. 

Arthur twitched, and he grunted in warning. Lori slammed her eyes shut just in time as a blast from Arthur shot over her face where her face met Olivia’s. The hot, sticky cum of her lover pooled between them, sliding toward their open mouths. Another blast joined the first, directly splattering Lori’s face and shooting from her eyebrow over her nose toward her upper lip. 

The third hit Olivia’s face similarly, making her flinch but moan. She licked for it, closing her mouth and curling her tongue over her upper lip, trying to lap it. 

Lori tried to do the same, turning to catch the initial blast between them. Olivia turned in her direction, doing the same, and their mouths met, kissing and making out, swapping Arthur’s cum between their tongues. Another blast hit, nearly missing them and landing in their hair. 

Arthur groaned, taking a deep breath that threatened to suck the air out of the room. 

Olivia chuckled, wiping the cum from her face and sliding into her mouth. She licked her fingers, sucking the remainder from each one until her share was gone. 

Lori did the same; watching them do it meant Arthur stayed hard. His dick softened, but only slightly. Whatever was in those chocolates must have kicked in, Lori thought. Arthur had never tasted quite this good before. It wasn’t like he tasted terrible before, but this time… it was like eating her favorite ice cream. And she was turned on, hot and wet just from sucking him off. She tried to steady herself, but Olivia helped her stay upright on her knees. They braced each other, standing on their knees. 

Olivia smiled. She eyed Arthur’s dick, hovering not far away. “Wow. Impressive stamina.” 

Lori smiled. “He usually has a small refractory period, but… I think the chocolates are kicking in.” 

“Ah, that explains…” Olivia glanced between her legs. “I’m not usually a fountain.” 

Lori laughed, and Olivia joined in. 

“This is super hot, though.” Olivia said. “I never would have guessed Arty had it in him.” 

“He’s got at least another two in there.” Lori winked. “Need a break, or keep going?” 

“Keep going!” Olivia said, smiling ear-to-ear. “I am so turned on right now… Do you want to… make out a little more?” 

Lori shrugged. “I know Arthur gets off on it.” 

“I…” Arthur hesitated. “I actually got a little jealous watching you kiss earlier.” 

“Arthur, you know I’m straight.” Lori said. “This is for you. It’s your Valentine’s Day present.” 

“Okay.” Arthur said. 

“So you don’t want to make out?” Olivia asked. 

“I want to show my boyfriend a good time.” Lori said. “So… what do you want us to do, Master?” 

“I want you to stand at the foot of the bed and bend over. I’m going to take turns fucking you from behind until I cum in one of you.” Arthur said as he pulled a sleeve of condoms from the suitcase. He tossed one to Lori. “But first… get me ready.” 

Lori caught the foil packet and tore it open with her teeth. She rolled the condom over his dick and stroked him until he was fully hard within it. Olivia, meanwhile, waited by the bed. She stood a pace away from the mattress and bent over with her legs spread and her knees subtly bent. Lori took her place beside Olivia when Arthur was ready to go. He started with Lori, holding onto her hips and fucking her from behind. 

He started slow, then built momentum until she could tell he was preparing for full-bore fucking. Suddenly, he was gone, and Olivia was jostling beside her, dropping to her elbows on the mattress as Arthur restarted his momentum from zero. She moaned as Arthur penetrated her, clawing the blanket in her hands. 

“Fuck you’re a big one.” Olivia grunted. “They say it’s the quiet ones you have to watch out for–Fuck! They’re right.” She panted as Arthur gathered speed. Then he left her and moved behind Lori. “Aw! Come on. You can’t just leave a girl with nothing…” 

Arthur ran his hand over Olivia’s behind, reaching between her legs and fingering her as he fucked Lori. He stroked his fingers in and out of her in time with his thrusts into Lori, not quite resetting but not resuming from his previous intensity. He backed it off and ramped up again, pushing harder and faster than he had before, then replacing his dick with his fingers. 

Lori grunted her annoyance, and he spanked her for it. He slapped his palm against her left cheek, then her right. Spanking her with every thrust he gave Olivia. Lightly at first, but growing harder as he fucked harder. 

“I think I found a way to repay your disrespect earlier.” Arthur said, spanking Lori harder. 

“Yes, Sir!” Lori said. “Thank you, Sir! Aha!” She cried out at the spank across both cheeks. His spanking stopped when his fucking resumed, this time starting from his earlier pace. She moaned as her reddened ass flattened against him with every thrust. 

He held onto her back with one hand and fingered Olivia with the other. She moaned her pleasure, looking over at Lori. Lori looked at her. The two of them drifted closer until their lips met once more. Unspokenly, they made out with one another.

Meanwhile, Arthur alternated fingering and fucking them and spanking Lori. The wet smacks of his hand, fresh from herself or Olivia, stung in the best way. She didn’t know how much more she could take. She was so aroused that she wanted to throw Arthur on the bed, mount him, and ride him to oblivion. 

“Please… Arthur… let me cum?” Lori panted. “I… need… you…” 

“On your backs.” Arthur said, withdrawing from them. 

Olivia took his order at once, spinning and lying on the bed, her feet hanging over the edge so her toes nearly touched the floor. Lori did the same. Arthur stepped between Lori’s legs first, notching himself into her and sliding home. 

“Show me what you like, Olivia. Play with yourself. Pleasure yourself. Make yourself cum, if you can.” Arthur instructed. 

Olivia obeyed, rubbing her pussy gently at first, finding her tolerance and meeting it. She slipped one finger inside herself, curling it against the of her canal and spreading her folds so Arthur could see. Her index finger circled her clit, trapping it in place, then sliding under it and curling upwards, making her legs twitch as she drove herself toward climax. 

Meanwhile, Lori rubbed herself with one hand, groped her breasts with another, and watched Arthur’s face as he plowed into her from his standing position. He drove into her with hard and furious thrusts as though he were trying to beat her with his dick. She took every blow like a faithful, submissive girlfriend. 

God, she loved this man. This side of him, this bedroom Arthur, was the best version of him. Unrestrained, animalistic fucking like next-level shit. They had their limits, sure, and Arthur knew where the boundaries were, but within the sandbox? He was free. He trusted her so completely, and she loved him for that. The jewelry was lovely, sure, and the gifts, the doting, the pampering, but those were fringe benefits. The revelation of himself? His true nature as an absolute beast? That was what made her feel special. 

Lori looked beside her as Arthur stepped away from her and approached Olivia. Olivia looked at Arthur with an expression of surprise, disbelief, lust, and sweaty, euphoric pleasure. He entered her, and resumed fucking as if he'd never stepped away. She came before he did, spasming on the bed beside Lori and arching her back until Lori worried she’d hurt her neck on the mattress. Instead, she collapsed, going boneless as Arthur withdrew from her once she’d stopped seizing him. 

He re-entered Lori and took over her clit-stimulation. His fingers followed the motto of working smart while his dick worked hard. He knew her body and reactions in ways he could only guess Olivia’s. The woman beside Lori was awake but incoherent to the world around her. Drunk on lust, pleasure, and orgasm. 

Lori, on the other hand, was wide awake. She flexed, rippling her stomach as she gripped Arthur inside her. “Cum in me.” Lori said. “Please, Sir?” She begged, squeezing her breasts and presenting them to him. 

Arthur lowered himself over her, sucking her nipple into his mouth. He sucked gently on her breasts, still driving into her with his hips at a hammering pace. She didn’t know he multi-tasked so well. He worked so hard, and they practiced a lot, but still. He was getting better at this every day. Another year, and he’d be downright deific in the bedroom. As it was, he was still her best. 

“I love you.” Lori whispered though it turned into a groan. “God, I love you!” 

“I love you, too.” Arthur grunted, his face planted between her breasts, his head turned to breath. “I’m close…” 

“Do the thing.” Lori said, nodding her head. “Come on… I want to cum at the same time, Master.” 

Arthur grunted, moving himself so he stood up. He kept fucking her, pushing his hips and keeping one hand working her clit harder than before. She shivered in anticipation and moaned as his other hand came down and smacked her breast. The pain jolted through her and exploded, bursting into a field of pleasure that overwhelmed her ability to speak. She moaned, her ‘oh, yes’ coming out an unintelligible cry of ecstasy. 

“Fuck, that’s hot.” Olivia said, watching the pair of them, able to string a sentence together again. 

Lori squeezed him again, and he slapped her other breast. She nodded rapidly and braced herself. The slap to her face came gentler than she liked, and she shook her head, presenting her face again. He slapped her harder, then her breast again, then her face, alternating between each breast and her face until her crescendo crested the hill. 

She came with a cry and grabbed his wrist, holding his hand to her heart as her body rippled with pleasure. Arthur arched his back and went still as her spasming core gripped every inch of him in fierce bliss. He exploded deep within her, and she felt the condom swell against her. Her eyes fluttered, and she relaxed against the bed, becoming a messy puddle of a human being. Her consciousness drifted, not thinking or worrying about anything, just floating. 

Arthur panted and withdrew from her once she relaxed. 

“Holy shit.” Olivia said, surprised. “Are you still hard?” 

“No, it’s fading. I just…” He exhaled, catching his breath. He pulled the condom off, tied it, and threw it away. 

“Aw… waste of good cum.” Olivia said, chuckling. 

“You really like the taste that much?” Arthur asked, surprised. 

Olivia nodded, then shrugged. “It’s kind of my thing.” 

“Okay, well… maybe next time.” Arthur said. 

“Sure.” Olivia said, sliding off the bed. Lori was still resting, recuperating. Her legs hung off the bed, and her breathing slowed as she returned to earth. 

“This was amazing.” Olivia laughed. “The hottest thing I’ve ever done.” 

“Yeah?” Arthur asked. “Did you enjoy it?” 

“Yeah.” Olivia said. “And it was great to see you again, Arty.” 

“You too.” Arthur said though Lori could hear the awkwardness creeping back into his voice. Arthur’s shyness was overtaking his confident Dom attitude once again. Balance was restoring itself. 

Lori propped herself on her elbows to see Arthur standing between Lori's legs at the foot of the bed. Olivia was by the desk, putting her shirt back on. 

“I should go.” Olivia said. “While I can still walk.” She laughed. 

“You don’t have to. You’re welcome to crash with us.” Arthur said. “Lori should be ready to go again in a few minutes.” 

Olivia raised an eyebrow. Lori gave her a thumbs up. 

“I’m your Valentine’s Day present.” Olivia said. She stopped dressing and stepped closer to Arthur, looking up at him. “If you want me to stay, I’ll stay, but I don’t want to impose. I had a great time, and I don’t mind making my exit while you recover. If you get it up again, the two of you should probably spend some time together, yeah?” 

Arthur looked at her. Lori knew what Olivia was doing. As silly as it was, this was a test. Not a bad thing, but Olivia was checking to see if Arthur wanted her here or if she’d be a third wheel once they were ready to go again. If he wanted her, she’d stay, but if he wanted time alone with Lori, she’d go. 

“Yeah.” Arthur said. “Some time alone together was the plan, after all.” 

Olivia took his answer like a champ. She moved to her toes, kissing his cheek. “It was great seeing you again, Arthur. If you two are ever in the area and want a third… well… Do you have my number?” 

“Oh, uh…” Arthur patted his thigh as if his phone were hanging there without his pants. 

He looked around, finding his phone and unlocking it. He pulled up the contact info, and Olivia entered her number. She texted herself from his phone and passed his phone back to him. 

“Call me if you two ever want a third.” She said. “It was great seeing you, Arty.” She chuckled to herself as she pulled on her pants. “Wow. Who would have thought?” She shook her head. 

Arthur sat on the edge of the bed beside Lori. He waited for Olivia to finish dressing, then walked her to the door. Lori let them say goodbye, but he was back after a brief kissing sound. Another kiss on the cheek. He sat on the edge of the bed, that expression of dissociation he sometimes got in the shower on his face. Lori reached for him, rubbing his back as she sat up. 

“You okay?” Lori asked. 

“Yeah.” Arthur nodded. “That was fun.” He said. “Not exactly what I had in mind for tonight, but fun.” 

“Are you mad that not everything went according to your plan?” Lori asked. 

Arthur scoffed. “No. It might not have been the romantic evening I had planned, but as curveballs go, it was a good one. Did you have fun? Did you enjoy yourself?” 

“Yeah.” Lori said. “I’m not sure if I’d do it again. It was fun, but I felt on edge. I’m still…” She gestured at her head. “Processing.” 

“Yeah, me too.” Arthur said. “I keep replaying things in my head. Figuring out what I could have done better.” 

“You’re too hard on yourself, Arthur.” Lori said, almost laughing. “You were amazing. You got both of us off, came twice, respected the hell out of us while calling us names and giving us the rough and dirty treatment we wanted. If you were getting graded, I’d give an A plus.” 

Arthur smiled softly. She knew that look. He was humoring her. Or he thought she was humoring him. He could only see the moments where something didn’t work as well as he hoped, didn’t have the desired reaction, or wasn’t as hot as he thought it would be. He was a perfectionist. She loved him, but perfectionism in the bedroom wasn’t something he could have. Humans weren’t perfect. He wasn’t perfect. She wasn’t either. She was far from it. 

“Hey.” Lori said, smiling. “Come here, Sir.” She scooted back on the bed and patted the mattress beside her. “Let me give you some slow and gentle loving.” 

Arthur smiled. “You’re too far gone. I know that sleepy eye when I see it. Besides, we have classes tomorrow.” 

“Shut up.” Lori said. “You know how to wake me up.” 

Arthur chuckled and scooted back on the bed. He slipped under the covers with her and wrapped his arm around her, playing with her nipple as she groped his cock. He bit his lip to keep from laughing as she cuddled against him, and her grip weakened. Her snore drove his chuckle out of him, and he shifted, getting more comfortable. 

She mumbled something, patted his abs in search of his dick, found it, wrapped her fingers over him again, and gave another snore. 

He kissed her forehead, letting her fall asleep holding his dick. Their first Valentine’s Day might not have been the perfect date night he’d imagined, but Lori giving him a surprise threesome wasn’t something he could complain about in his right mind. He’d enjoyed it a lot. There was something primal about having multiple women lusting for you, wanting you, and giving yourself to them. 

“I love you.” Arthur said. “Happy Valentine’s Day.”