Wild Cherry by K'wan

o’clock, so I still had an hour or so before Tashee would get there, but from the looks of George and Melanie, I had a feeling I’d be late for our meeting.

FIVE
    Princess
    George and Melanie’s suite made my room look like a tenement. The common area was laid out with a beautiful cream sofa and love seat, with a large flat-screen mounted on the wall. George went to the safe in the closet and counted out thirty crisp one-hundred-dollar bills, which he laid on the table in front of me. I nodded in approval and stuffed the money into the pocket of my sweats. Once the transaction had been made, he went to fumble around in the minibar, while Melanie shed her shawl and flopped on the couch.
    â€œCome in and make yourself at home.” She patted the cushion next to where she was sitting. I was still a little suspicious, but I sat down. From her purse, she produced a small vial of white powder that I would’ve known anywhere. She sprinkled a little of the coke on the coffee table and turned to me. “Can I offer you a snort?”
    â€œNah, I’m good,” I said, rubbing my sweaty hands on my sweats. I’d been with girls before, so that wasn’t the cause of my nervousness; it was the couple. On the outside, they looked like the typical businessman husband and homemaker wife, but on the inside, they were stone freaks. It just goes to show that you never know until you know. Melanie had snorted two healthy lines by the time George had come back with the drinks.
    â€œI hope you don’t mind bourbon, because we’ve run through everything else.” George handed me a glass of the mahogany liquor.
    â€œThis is fine,” I said before throwing it back in one shot. The minute it made contact with my throat, I regretted it. It had smooth bite like Hennessy, but the gagging effect of Jack Daniel’s. With watering eyes, I watched George and Melanie watching me.
    â€œBeing that we’re on the clock, what say we get this party started.” George slipped out of his jacket and began undoing his trousers.
    â€œHold on, you said you were only here to watch—we never discussed a threesome.” I placed my glass on the table and stood up.
    â€œRelax,” he said, kicking off his shoes and stepping out of his trousers. He hadn’t been wearing any underpants beneath, so his balls hung freely. Even though he was still limp, I could tell that George was relatively well hung. “I’m just getting comfortable for the show.”
    â€œEverything will be fine, darling, trust us.” Melanie ran her hand up my leg and cupped my ass. “My, but you’re a well-built one.” One what? I wanted to ask her, but instead I just let her continue to grope me.
    George had settled into an armchair with his drink and began to diddle himself. “Take your clothes off,” he tried to order, but it came out like a gruff plea.
    I turned my back to George and faced Melanie, while I pulled my shirt over my head. Seeing me standing there in just my yellow bra seemed to excite her. Next, I slid my sweats down around my ankles. Instead of stepping out of them, I bent over to pull them over my sneakers, giving George a clear view of my ass in the purple thong. The set didn’t match, but I don’t think either one of them noticed.
    Melanie took another heavy snort before standing and giving me her back. “Unzip me,” she breathed, and I complied. She turned slowly and let me admire her surgically enhanced breasts. Though they looked real enough, I knew they had to be purchased because they stood higher than mine. I reached out and touched them to find them firm yet soft. Melanie moaned as I let my thumbs flick her erect nipples. While I teased her nipples with one hand, I undid my bra strap with the other, letting it fall to the floor. Melanie gasped at the site of my tender breasts. With trembling hands, she reached out and touched one, and from the look on