The night started like any other. I was hanging out at Hedonism, giving the guys some alone time for their anniversary. A little dancing, a little drinking, maybe a little more dancing. Okay, maybe a lot more dancing. Because really, I wanted to just numb my brain out from the idea that my housemates were fucking and I wasn’t. 

Yet.

That was the thought that kept echoing through my buzzed brain. I wasn’t fucking yet. Granted, I had to remind myself of that every time I took half a minute away from the dance floor. Which meant that I was spending a hell of a lot of time dancing tonight.

Dancing is one of the few things that makes me lose track of my surroundings. It’s like I just sink into the music, letting it take control of my body and use me. I swear it’s like it seeps into my fucking bones and just takes me over. I can lose hours of time that way. 

But sometimes, when I’m in that groove, I get this weird awareness of what’s going on near me. My eyes are usually shut, so I’m not seeing my surroundings, and the music’s so fucking loud that I’m not hearing anything either. I don’t quite know how to describe it. But there’s just this sense that someone is syncing up with me. Moving on my wavelength or some shit like that.

That sense hits me tonight like a fucking generator fin falling from the ceiling.

One minute I’m deep in the groove, arms up, hips undulating, abs flexing. And the next, I’m 100% certain that there’s someone behind me matching me move for move. Which is kind of incredible, to be perfectly fucking honest. Not many people can keep up with my moves. Like I said, I just surrender to the music and let it take me. So to find someone else that can do that is pretty fucking rare. But I spend a little bit just tuning into that awareness and sure as shit, someone’s there. 

I feel a smile creep onto my face. This is fucking hot. Like seriously, I’m already getting turned on just by the idea that someone can match my moves. Means they’re more likely to be able to match my other moves, too. You know. The private room moves.

It’s as I’m focusing on the sense of my surroundings that I become aware that there’s someone in front of me as well. And they’re syncing up to my moves pretty damn well, too. I’m getting sandwiched between two fucking talented people. And that sense is starting to drive me wild. 

Finding one person to match me is pretty fucking unbelievable. But to find two in the same night? No fucking way. 

It’s not that I don’t trust my senses, because I fucking well do. I’ve spent a few years now attuning them to all the sounds and smells and sensations I encounter at work. But this is just far enough outside of normal that I want to make sure for myself. That and I’m pretty damn buzzed, so my senses might be a little off because of it.

So I crack open my eyelids to find a wild mop of blonde hair no more than a few inches from my nose. It’s attached to a woman that’s only a couple of inches shorter than me, making her among the tallest women I know. She’s wearing a pale red shirt with cutouts at the shoulders and cropped just above the waistband of her dark brown trousers. Her back is to me, just barely not touching me as we both grind to the music. She’s not particularly thin, but not overly curvy either, and I can tell from the way her shirt hugs her body that she probably has a pretty physical job, or maybe just enjoys working out same as me. I suck in a breath through my teeth and hazard a glance over my shoulder to check out what my other bookend looks like.

A guy of a height with the girl in front of me is damn near pressed into my ass. He’s a strawberry blonde, which is cute as hell, and it frames a face that stops just short of being too long. His nose almost has an upturn at the end and though he’s clearly due for a shave, it’s all peach fuzz. I suddenly want to just run my fingers over his chin and almost give in to the impulse. My fingers definitely fucking twitch, but I rein that in really damn fast. His pale brown shirt really brings out the reddish tint to his hair and I find myself wondering if the carpet matches the drapes. Fuck, that would be hot.

I’d be lying if I said they didn’t have my attention. Hell, I can feel the stirrings in my trousers that say I’m getting really turned on by this. I put my arms up over my head and close my eyes again, dropping deep into the sensations of the music and the pair surrounding me.

We finish out the set like that, a solid 10 or 15 minutes of just moving our bodies in unison. It is so fucking hot. Neither of them do more than accidentally brush against me, keeping their hands to themselves. And I keep my own hands clear of them, because I haven’t asked either of them for consent to touch them and I don’t want to break the flow of what we have going by talking just yet. But a small brush here and there, as long as it’s not lingering or grabby is fine. I mean, that kind of shit happens in a crowd. 

It’s not until the current DJ ends his set and there’s a break in the music as the next act sets up their equipment that we openly acknowledge each other. I take the initiative on this one, since they were the ones to find me on the floor. “Hey. That was some sick moves. Not too many can keep up with me.” I give them my best suave smile, even though I’m sucking air as much as they are.

“Ain’t easy.” The girl has a pert little mouth that just begs me to kiss it. Her eyes are pale brown, almost hazel, and sparkle when the overhead lights catch them just right. “Never seen anyone move like you.”

“Yeah. It’s like she says.” The guy has a hint of a lilt to go with the hint of strawberry in his hair. “You just looked s’fine out there, we couldn’t help but join you.”

“Always glad for the company,” I reply, offering them a genuine grin. “Either of you interested in a drink? Color me impressed that you kept up, so I’d like to repay that.” A small gesture invites them to accompany me toward the bar.

The pair look at each other and I see a small shrug pass between them. “Sure,” the girl answers, and I understand immediately that she’s speaking for both of them with that agreement. They fall in next to me and I start to guide us all off the dance floor. “Maybe a round of shots?”

“Can do.” I flash a pleased and flirty smirk. “You want them at a table or in one of the rooms?”

That finally surprises them. I’m not entirely sure why, though. But I can tell from the way their eyebrows shoot upward that they weren’t expecting the question. “Aren’t the rooms usually packed?” the guy asks, and then it’s my turn to be surprised.

“Are they? Fuck if I know. I’ve never had a problem with it.” 

The pair exchange a glance, and I think for a moment I’ve lost them. About the time I start cussing myself out, though, they turn back to me. “Well, a room would be pretty nice,” the girl answers slowly. Maybe even a little playfully, if I’m reading her right. “But would both of us be welcome there?”

Oh shit. Is she hinting at what I think she is? “I don’t see why not,” I reply carefully. “I’ve got nothing against the company of either of you. Unless there’s a reason one of you wouldn’t want to join the party?”

The guy breaks first and pokes the girl in the ribs with his elbow. “Therise, quit with the coy shit. You remember what happened last time we tried to be subtle?” That gets an eyeroll out of the girl, but the guy ignores it. He pauses at the edge of the dance floor and turns to face me, so I have to stop and look at him lest I look like a fucking rude bastard. “Look. You’re smokin’ hot, mate. We both think so. But straight out, we didn’t know how you’d feel about that and we didn’t want to weird you out with it. Therise likes to feel it out first, but I’m a little more blunt than that. Saves on the confusion. So beggin’ your pardon, I’m just gonna say what I mean here.”

I’m nodding as he speaks. “Yeah, I prefer that blunt approach, honestly,” I tell him when he pauses to breathe. “Like you said, saves on the confusion.”

The guys nods to me and I see his eyes light up. “Me and Therise was wonderin’ if you was lookin’ for a bit of fun this evening. We noticed you dancin’ and thought we might make an introduction. But without askin’, we didn’t know which team you play for. So we had ourselves a bit of sport, seein’ which of us you’d be more interested in. And speakin’ for myself, I still don’t know.” He gives me a bit of a chagrined look as he continues on. “So I’ll just be askin’ right out if you’re up for a shag and which of us you’d prefer. No hard feelings from the unlucky, by the way,” he adds hastily, to which the girl adds her own nod of agreement.

Hell yeah. This night just got ten times better. I can feel the smirk flow onto my face as I reply, “What if I don’t want to choose?” The guy blinks at me, clearly confused, so I continue. “I mean, seeing as I have no preference and play for all the teams, as it were. So, what if I just don’t choose one or the other of you? Or rather, what if I choose both?” The pair look to each other, surprise written openly on their faces. “Unless there’s some reason both of you wouldn’t want to join me for that shag?”

They clearly never considered that to be a possible answer. The girl is the first to recover. “Both, huh? You think you can handle both of us?” She’s not giving me sass; I hear genuine disbelief in her tone. 

“Therise, right?” She nods and I continue. “Therise, I’m more inclined to turn that question back on you. Because I know I can handle both of you at once. But I have a lot of fun to give, and I wear partners out really quick most times. I know you can keep up with me on the dance floor, but do you think you can keep up with me on a more private dance floor?”

I watch as her eyes light up and something lascivious flashes across her face. She turns to the guy. “What d’ya think, Taelix? I know it’s not our usual flair, but would you be up for a threeway?” 

Clearly, Therise is the more adventurous of the pair, because Taelix gives me a look of wide eyed surprise. “I mean, I’m not against the idea,” he hedges. “But, uhm…”

“I’m guessing I’ll have to lead,” I finish for him, shoving suave confidence into the words, and he gives me a chagrined little nod. “Hey, that’s fine. At least you didn’t try and bullshit me into thinking you were pros at this. I’ve had multiple partners a few times, but I can still count them if I use two hands. So I’m fine with leading this dance if you’re cool with learning the steps from me. All I ask is for an open mind and a willingness to tell me if things get out of hand.” That last is more for Taelix, because I can tell he’s not entirely convinced until I remind him that he’s allowed to call it quits at any time. Therise has been quietly moving closer to me the entire time, so I know she’s in for whatever happens. “And just so we’re up front with everything, I want to ask: you guys aren’t siblings or anything like that, yeah? Because that wouldn’t change the answer, but it would change some of the dynamics I bring into this. I’m not big on the whole incest angle.”

Taelix blanches outright. “No way, mate. Therise and me are steadies, but we have an open relationship. Nothin’ hinkey.”

I hold my hands up and grin. “Just checking, man. I’m not here to fucking kink shame. Some people are into that and that’s their business. Just wanted it clear that it’s not my thing.”

“Yeah, I couldn’t imagine getting it on with my brother,” Therise mutters from where she’s busy wrapping herself around my arm. “So you said you can get us a room?”

Oh, now she’s being direct. I chuckle to myself at her about face. “Yeah, that I can do. Give me three minutes to get everything squared away. Meet me at the stairwell?”

The pair of them nod, Therise looking far more excited than Taelix. But he at least seems more comfortable with the whole idea after our little conversation. I’ll have to watch him for a bit at first to make sure he understands that I’m not gonna do anything he’s not 100% on board with. Maybe we’ll have a safe word talk before really starting.

“Aight. I’ll meet you over there. Don’t start without me, yeah?” I add, letting a bit of humor into the smirk I turn on them. 

“Only if you don’t take too long,” Therise teases back. Hell yeah. This is gonna be a good evening after all.