Choosing is for losers

You smirked. "Choose?" you asked.

"Yeah, pick one of us" Denise said.

"Fuck no. I want all of you" you told her.

"You honestly think you can take all three of us?" Gwen asked, obviously amused.

"I know I can" you replied.

"I told him he couldn't" Lynne said.

"It'd be nice, though. We haven't been together, the three of us with a guy, in years" Gwen said.

"We're not spring chickens any more" Denise replied.

"Speak for yourself" Lynne told her colleagues. "Besides, come on, look at him. He'll be a lot of fun. Plus I'm sure you'll get off on him being the boss's son."

"Maybe a little" Denise admitted.

"Are you kidding me?" Gwen said, "sucking the boss's son off is going to work on so many **** fantasies."

"Oh, you want **** on my mom, do you?" you asked. "Then how are you any different from Kirsten?"

"It's not like that" Gwen said.

"I'm sure it's not" you said with a smirk. "For that, you're going last."

"Then who's going first?" Lynne asked.

"Denise is" you told her. "Of course, I want all of you there."

"Lucky bitch" Gwen said with a grin. "I'll go ahead and book us a room, then." With those words Gwen winked at you and turned around, walking off.

"You are lucky, you know that?" Lynne said.

"I know. But gift horses and all that" you replied.

"I suppose so" Denise said. "I'll give Gwen a few minutes then go after her. We can't be seen leaving together, after all."

"What about me, though?" Lynne asked. To this Denise grinned.

"You're the youngest of us. It'd weirder if he left with me or Gwen" she said.

"Would it?" you asked.

"Well, fine, maybe not, but people would talk. So I'll see you later" Denise told you, making her way