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face. It turned her on to see him biting his lip. His muscles flexed with each movement of his cock. Chiseled biceps worked hard to hold her in place, as he picked up the pace, pumping his needful cock into her tight ass.
     
    “Yes, oh, yes,” She moaned, bucked, and squealed in pleasure as Nick’s dick drilled her. She shuddered as the intensity of being filled in both entrances overcame her. After several more minutes, they came, collapsing in a sweaty, tangled heap.
     
    Melanie sighed in satisfaction as she reveled in being
    sandwiched between her two suitors. Physically, she was satisfied, but still wanted more. Mentally, she was on top of the world. Her heart raced and she smiled.
     
    Pete rose peeling the condom from his dick as she lifted herself from Nick’s sweaty body. After washing, he called for their attention.
     
    “Now, time to seal our deal,” the blond said, as he wrapped a blood-red towel around his large frame and retrieved his checkbook from the drawer of his computer desk.
     
    “What do you mean?” she asked while toweling off. She
    narrowed her eyes as Nick dug into his wallet too.
     
    “Payment,” Pete said, after filling out a check. He folded and handed it to her, and Nick did the same.
     
    A sick feeling drilled her gut as she snatched the checks out of their hands while flashing them hard looks. “So, you both are serious about this arrangement, huh?” she asked.
     
    They nodded, and the knot in her throat grew.
     
    “Okay,” she muttered, as she collected her clothes. She needed some air, and to be as far away from them as possible.
     
    “You cool with the amounts?” Nick asked, with a smile.
     
    She hadn’t bothered to look at the checks, nor did she answer as she dressed.
     
    Pete frowned. “Now what’s wrong?” Deep down inside, he
    seemed to be laughing, at her expense. Even though she’d agreed to take money from them, there was something that just didn’t set well with her.
     
    “Nothing,” she snapped. “I—I gotta get out of here, need to go home,” she choked out as she fought back tears. She’d thought she could play this game, but she was wrong.
     
    “Okay, let me get dressed, and I’ll take you home,” Nick replied as she walked past him.
     
    “Melanie!” Pete called.
     
    She ignored them both as she snatched her purse and leather coat from the living room and flew out the door.
     
    *
     
    She paid the cab driver and exited the vehicle. She was finished with both men and the entire situation. As soon as she entered her house, she hurled her keys against the wall in a fit of anger, and slammed the door shut.
     
    The entire ride home, they’d both simultaneously blown up her damned phone until she turned the gadget off, and dropped it into the bottomless pit she called a purse. Now she paced back and forth, and cursed even louder. She was so pissed, she’d thrown on her sweater dress and boots, and left her friggin’ suitcase at Pete’s.
     
    She flopped down on the sofa to gather her thoughts. Why did they see fit to insult her the way they had? She’d never thought of herself as a call girl, but in the past, they’d never offered her money in exchange for her company. Why had she agreed to the monetary arrangement? Did they consider her a whore for bedding them both at once? Had they always thought of her in this way? They all shared an open-minded view on their situation, and weren’t judgmental. What the hell had changed?
    Both men had written her checks in the sum of four thousand a piece. Sighing, she looked at them both. Tomorrow, she could march straight to the bank and deposit them, if she so chose. Hell, back in the day, it would have been cake to do something like this.
    Now, she discovered resentment and heartache coiling her insides.
    She bit her lip hard, pushing back the overwhelming desire to cry.
    Why should she care what they thought of her? It was only a harmless arrangement, right? After all, she was the one