No. Not like a Salad.

"I don't know Amber...Jeri's Pizza is pretty damn good hot..." I teased the brunette as she shrugged off her dress stared at me hungrily. I've always thought Amber was cute when she did her little mock pout.

"Bullshit. You and I both know their pizza is better when it's cold. Throw it in the fridge, and show me what Janet was so enthused about."

"Karen too." I taunted as I walked to the kitchen. A benefit of getting ready to move is there was more than enough room in the fridge to just toss the box in without having to play Tetris.

"Ohhh...Mike...I knew that was her voice. She sounded like you were fucking her to ****! I take it the two of them are proud owners of lovely coins like this one?" Amber purred as she flipped the coin across her knuckles.

"Yes they are, Amber." Standing beside her I pulled her to her feet and took a long look at her body. Her curvy hair cascaded down her slender body in waves, reaching the top of her pert, grapefruit size breasts. Her bald pussy was glistening with moisture. The woman in front of me was viably aroused, but I was going to tease her just a little more. "As is my boss."

"Mmmm..." Amber rubbed her thighs together, licking her lips at the thought of the women whose company she'd just joined.

"And my bratty coworker."

"Oh god..." Her hands began kneading her breasts. I took note of the fact that she was roughly pinching her hard pink nipples.

"There are a couple others out there too, and there will be more. And, Amber," I leaned in to whisper in her ear, "they all call me...Master."

"Ooohhhh...Fuckkkk...master..." With that, something seemed to snap in Amber. Her eyes opened wide, and she reached down and pulled my shorts off my waist with one hand and began lifting my shirt up with the other. Now as nude as her, she paused to gently stroke my rising erection. "Big master! Okay Master Mike, let's go to your room so you we can begin the formal initiation process. I've always thought you were a cute guy, but now...fuck! I can't stop thinking of all the dirty things I want you to do to me." With that Amber turned and sprinted towards my bedroom. I would have been right behind her, but I kind of...failed to step out of my shorts and tripped, falling onto the couch. By the time I got to the room, Amber had made herself comfortable.

"There you are. I was worried you had forgotten about me." Damn, I love that pout.

"Hardly. I'll admit that I am really looking forward to that pizza, but..."

"Shut up, and come here." With that Amber pulled me on top her and fiercely attacked my lips with hers. "Master, I need you to fuck me into this mattress. It's too bad that no one is here to here me scream as you make me cum, but that also means I don't need to hold back."

"Well, Ellen is here. I saw here a little while ago." I was lining myself up with her sodden channel.

"Oh really? Then fuck her. I'm going to try and bother her."

"What's she going to do? Kick you out? Ugghh!" Before I had a chance to thrust down into Amber, as soon as I had begun to sink the head of my cock into her pussy she wrapped her legs around my back and thrust up causing me to plunge deeper than I planned to for the first push.

"Aiieee! Holy shit, you're big Mike! You feel so good in me Mike. Master. Now fuck me! Fuck you're little college schoolgirl! I'm yours! Just FUCK ME!"

So I did.

We fucked each other with ferocity. I'm almost positive Ellen heard us. In part, because I thought I heard someone angrily pounding on my door. I thought I heard both Amber and my phone's beeping from the other room. But my focus was on the beautiful woman writhing underneath me. The bed was shaking so hard that I was sure we were about to break the frame. Everything on the bedside tables hit the floor, and the sheets looked like a disaster zone. Once we had fucked each other into exhaustion we moved into the kitchen while throwing the bedding into the laundry hamper.

Still nude, we descended upon the pizza like a pack of locusts.

"You know, I think you're right. Jeri's Pizza IS better cold."

Swallowing a large bite, Amber grinned at me. "Told you so. Hey, can I see your phone?"

In movies and sitcoms, that request would send shivers down the spine of the male lead. But, somehow, I didn't think I needed to worry about jealousy among the women in my life. At least not in the ones who had a coin. "Sure." I unlocked it and handed it over to the skinny brunette who was inhaling yet another slice of pizza. "What's up?"