She really does have one of the most beautiful bodies I’ve ever seen, Katheryn thought. The woman who’d knocked at the door was short, perhaps five-three, and she was slender through the waist. Her well defined abs were visible courtesy of the sports bra that was all that covered the woman’s torso, but it was the shoulders and arms that were her most attractive feature. Not bulky enough to appear mannish, but sculpted and well-defined, with just enough body fat to round things out and make them enticingly touchable. Her breasts were not large, but the crowding caused by the narrowness of her rib-cage, gave them an unexpected fullness. Her behind was small and muscular, but not in that too-small boyish way, but rather in a nice firm feminine way. A true yoga ass, built by hours of hard work.
Then there was her face, rectangular, long rather than blocky, but not long enough to give it that horsey look. Honey blond hair done in a pony tail. Sea-green eyes, big even without any visible make-up. Pale-red lips hung below a nose that was, almost but not quite, too perky. Between her upper lip and the bottom of her nose, she had that prominent vertical groove, that Kathryn found terribly attractive. It was called the Philtrum and she liked it so much that she’d gone to the trouble to find out that was what it was called.
Kathryn imagined kissing those lips while holding those shoulders or that behind and a shiver swept through her body.
The folded portable massage table paralleled the small woman’s tan leg and rested on the floor next to her flip-flop, and her hand casually grasped the carrying handle. It looked heavy, but she treated it as if it was not. The rest of her gear was stowed in the carry-bag slung over her other shoulder.
Kathryn closed the door and opened the brass security latch. She hadn’t seen an actual door chain in a hotel in more than a decade and remembered that there was some way to circumvent those with a rubber-band and a thumb tack. Since these latches had been around a while, she assumed no such weakness had been found.
Before opening the door, Kathryn closed the front of her silk robe and belted the waist. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and let it out slowly. I don’t want to appear too eager, she thought.
“Kathryn,” the small masseuse said, stepping through the door and past Kathryn easily carrying her burden.
“Wren,” Kathryn responded.
“Do you want me to set up here, or in the bedroom?”
“Bedroom,” Kathryn replied, pointing to the room deeper in the suite. “Room-service may be by with our dinner before we finish.”
Kathryn followed Wren and watched her go through the well-practiced motions of setting up the low table and making it up with two sheets from her bag.
“Let’s start you face-down today,” Wren said, moving to the door. “I’ll give you a minute to get ready before I come back in.”
Kathryn always wondered why Wren did this. They were lovers after all, and she’d seen Kathryn naked many times before. Part of some kind of masseuse code of ethical behavior? she wondered as she shed her robe onto the nearby bed and slipped between the sheets. She settled her face into the table’s cradle and tried to relax. She was nervous she realized. Nervous and impatient. “Ready,” she called, hoping to speed things along.
She heard the door open, sensed the sexy, feminine presence approach, and felt the first strokes down either side of her spine, but the touch was muted because the sheet got between the hands-on-skin feel that Kathryn so wanted.
“You’re tense,” Wren accused and peeled back the sheet. One of Wren’s knees dented the padding of the table next to Kathryn’s elbow. The tabled creaked as it took her entire weight. A warm contact spread as the masseuse’s calf came into contact all along Kathryn’s arm from mid-forearm where Wren’s knee touched, to the shoulder caressed by the top of her foot. The table wobbled ever so slightly as the other leg swung over Kathryn’s body and came down to contact her other side. The heat of Wren’s crotch burned into Kathryn’s back. Then the thumbs pressed into either side of the spine slid downward, swept the sheet off of Kathryn’s glutes to leave her behind bare.
That was unusual. Wren was usually scrupulous about keeping her clients covered as much as possible while she worked. I guess she knows I don’t mind, Kathryn rationalized. She felt Wren fumble with something under the table, and that was also unusual, but when something looped around her right wrist and tightened with a ratcheting sound, Kathryn knew that something more than unusual was happening.
“What are you doing?” she cried and bucked the small woman off of her back.
Wren landed lightly beside the table and then her firm belly landed on the small of Kathryn’s back, pressing her down into the table again. Kathryn flailed her free arm, but Wren trapped it, then the ratcheting sound came again.
“Wren, let me go!” Kathryn insisted and struggled against the straps that held her wrists.
Wren’s small palm slapped into Kathryn’s ass so hard it left her gasping for breath. “Shut the fuck up, you skanky bitch,” Wren growled, then moved to the bottom of the table, and added straps around Kathryn’s ankles.
What’s gotten into her? Kathryn wondered. A small lump of fear hatched in the pit of her stomach and it was quickly growing into an angsty teenager. “Come on, Wren, talk to me.” Kathryn was very much used to talking to people until they saw things her way. Being a lawyer, there was no other way.
“Talk? We’ll talk all right!” The cane made a Whoosh noise and branded a line of fire across Kathryn’s ass. “How’s that for a statement?”
“Oh, fuck, Wren! That hurt!”
“Listen, you dried up hag, I found Jazz for us! There is no way that I’m going to let you steal him away for yourself. I see the way that you …”
There was a knock at the door.
Saved by room-service, Kathryn thought. She opened her mouth to yell for help, but Wren stuffed it with a small towel, wedging it tightly behind her teeth and packing almost the entire thing into her mouth where it seemed to swell alarmingly. “Coming,” Wren shouted, then flipped on the TV, and turned up the volume. Rambo was blowing the crap out of things, kicking ass, and generally making such a ruckus that even if she’d been able to clear her mouth, it was unlikely that anyone at the door would be able to hear her cries over the din. Wren left the room and Kathryn struggled to clear her mouth anyway.
Kathryn finally spat the towel out and onto the floor just as the noise from the TV was choked off mid-explosion. She lifted her head and turned toward the set to see Wren’s bare back and backside. The silver hoops of a pair of handcuffs encircled her wrists. Beyond the young woman was an even younger man.
“Jazz! Am I glad to see you, Wren’s flipped out,” Kathryn said, gazing at the young man with obvious relief. Jazz looked mid-teens because of his lack of facial hair and generally too-slender build, but he was nineteen. Kathryn found his looks highly appealing in an androgynously elven sort of way, and once she got his pants off, there was the size of his cock. Much bigger than what she would have expected from the rest of him. Cock size aside, there was the much more important attribute that he was willing to learn to please. He had the patience and tenacity to make an excellent lover, and teaching him was well worth the effort. The difference in age made her feel odd. There were sixteen years between the two of them and eight between Kathryn and Wren.
I wonder how Jazz could have over-powered Wren? Kathryn mused. He was certainly no match for her. Jazz took a step toward the table, pulling Wren along by the chain that ran between her legs and to the cuffs at her back. Kathryn saw the black bulk of a stun-gun in his free hand, and that answered her question. He probably hadn’t actually used it on her, the threat would have been enough.
“What exactly the fuck is going on between you two?” he said, jabbing the stun-gun’s needles into Kathryn’s ass painfully.
“Don’t, Jazz!” Kathryn cried.
“Somebody talk,” he ordered.
And they did. Both at once, loudly, and over each other, ascending in volume as they went.
“Quiet!” he yelled, when he could take no more, and they trailed off. “New plan. The next one of you two cunts who opens her mouth before I say it’s okay …” He triggered the stun-gun and the electrical sizzling punctuated his threat. This was a side of Jazz neither of the women had seen before.
He dragged Wren out into the living-room of the suite and came back for Kathryn a few minutes later. He sat on her and released her hands only to rebind them with some leather cuffs. Then he similarly bound her ankles with a little slack between so that she could take short shuffling steps. When he pulled her out into the living-room, he pushed her down to her knees in front of the couch next to Wren who also knelt there. He wheeled the room-service cart, with its two covered plates, nearby, and sat.
“I wonder what’s for dinner?” he said.
Kathryn began to open her mouth. Jazz reached out with the stun-gun and lifted her jaw closed with it. Then put a finger over his own lips.
“Lobster tails! Excellent!” he exclaimed, when he removed the cover of one dish. Without hurry, Jazz proved that he really was a member of the teenage-boy club by consuming both entrees and almost all of the sides of rice, vegetables, and salad. When he finished he picked up the phone and dialed.
“Send up a pair of PB&J sandwiches.… Thanks.”
“See,” he said to the kneeling pair. “I didn’t forget about you two. Now let’s see if we can get to the bottom of this before room-service arrives.” He stood and fished a quarter from his pocket. “To be really fair, we’ll select who gets to go first randomly. Heads,” he said, gesturing to Kathryn and, “Tails,” to Wren. The coin flashed up toward the ceiling, reversed, and came down again. He caught it and slapped it on the back of his wrist. He looked at the result and smiled. Then he picked the coin up carefully without disturbing the result, set it on the table at the end of the couch, and put one of the plate covers over it before either woman could see what side it showed. He took off his shoes and then his pants. His erect and sizeable cock bobbled out. He grabbed both women by the hair. “Here are the rules. One of you sucks, the other one talks. Neither of you talks when the other is not sucking. Got it?” Then he nodded their heads for them. “Now, open.”
When they did, he slipped himself into Wren, and pulled her head forward and back by her hair.
Kathryn closed her mouth, cleared her throat, and then launched into her opening argument. “I asked Wren to come give me a massage, offering her dinner in exchange. She tied me up and caned me. She said that I was trying to take you all for myself.”
He let that sink in while enjoying Wren’s lips for a moment. “Short and sweet. Anything to add?”
“No,” Kathryn said, shaking her head.
He took his cock out of Wren and put it into Kathryn’s mouth.
“Remember last week, you two went dancing,” Wren began. “I asked why you didn’t call me, and you said that Kat tried, but couldn’t reach me. I had my cell and there was no call from her that day. I’d been waiting all day to hear from one of you. Same thing with that time you two came here to the hotel for sex. She’s doing it deliberately, and I’m the one who found you, so it’s not fair.”
He switched himself from Kathryn back into Wren. “It’s true. You said you called her. Did you?”
“I did!” Kathryn insisted.
“I think you’re lying,” Jazz said, shaking Kathryn’s head by her hair, painfully.
“No, no.… Yes, damn it! I just wanted some alone time with you. What’s wrong with that?”
“Nothing,” he replied. “But you can’t get it by lying about it. I’m not a puppy to be owned,” Jazz said, looking hard at Wren. “I love you both and want you both. I want us to be together as a trois, ménage or otherwise,” he said looking at Kathryn. “From now on, I’ll make the contacts and schedule the activities, with some alone time for each of you, and you two will like it. Now crawl into the bed room, get on the bed, and kiss and make up. I’ll be along in a minute to prove how much I love you both.”
He watched them leave. Seeing them like that made him so hard that he couldn’t help but follow them swiftly.
The many-worlds hypothesis of quantum mechanics says that every either-or quantum decision actually goes both ways, and that every such choice spawns two entirely new universes. One where the choice was EITHER and another where it OR.
In a completely separate universe, not nearby or far distant from the one you’ve just been reading about, but separated only by switching some eithers to ors or ors to eithers, things went a bit differently.
He really is a handsome young thing, Kathryn thought. But why is he so early? Wren was due at any moment, and she needed to do something about Jazz before he ruined her plans. She closed the door, operated the security latch, and opened it again without closing her robe. She drew his hands around her naked waist and stepped back tugging him inside by his libido. She kicked the door closed behind them as he grabbed her ass and nuzzled her neck.
“Wren’s not here, is she?” he asked suspiciously.
“No. Why would she be?”
With one hand on the back of his head, she used the other to press the stun-gun against his neck, and shocked him silly. She had to do it. Jazz was much too impetuous for her to trust to the threat. If he’d decided to act in the face of it, he probably would have been able to overpower her.
Getting him onto the bed wasn’t as hard as she feared. Either he was so disoriented that he’d do anything she asked, or the threat of the stun-gun, now used, had him acting against his will. It didn’t really matter which it was. She got him seated and stripped off his, shirt, shoes, socks, and pants. When he was naked, she tipped him onto his back, and cuffed his wrists together to the foot-board and his legs apart to the head-board.
I’ll do the other one the other way around, Kathryn thought. Perfect symmetry.
When he started to come around, she stuffed his mouth with a whiffle-ball gag. She wasn’t ready to listen to him yet anyway. After a while she got bored waiting, and took a length of thin line and tied up Jazz’s testicles the way she liked to, a larks-head around the base, then twist the two lines together, and up between the balls to separate and compress, split around the shaft, then tie off to the larks-head where she started. Jazz had never told her he liked it, but he hadn’t said he didn’t. It always made him so hard when she did it, and it made teasing him much more delightful. By the time the next knock on the door came, she had him groaning and struggling agains the cuffs and straps with the stiffest piece of iron she’d ever seen on him. Kathryn wanted to mount him, but there was work to be done.
It’s going to be either room-service or my other problem child, Kathryn thought. When she opened the door, it was Wren.
“Do you want me to set up here, or in the bedroom?” the small masseuse asked.
“Bedroom,” Kathryn replied, pointing to the room deeper in the suite. “Room-service may be by with our dinner before we finish.”
Kathryn followed Wren closely with the stun-gun hidden in the sleeve of her robe.
“What the fuck is he doing here!” Wren snapped when she saw Jazz. “I wish I’d never found that scrote.”
Kathryn put her arms around Wren and trigger the stun-gun in front of her chest.
“Don’t Kathryn, please,” the woman begged.
“Strip, Wren, and be quick about it,” Kathryn threatened with the stun-gun pressed into the small of Wren’s back.
It didn’t take long for her to remove her sports bra, shorts, and flip-flops. Kathryn laid her out next to Jazz, but the other way around, her hands by his feet and feet by his hands. Then she add another whiffle-ball gag, and just to be fair, and just because it was fun, she took another piece of cord and tied it around Wren’s waist then between her legs to split and stimulate her labia. She even managed to get one knot right on Wren’s anus and another right on her clitoris.
“I think you both know why I’m doing this,” Kathryn began, “but just in case you’re dumber than you look, I’m tired of your carping and backstabbing. I’m tired of the lengths you two go to cut each other out of things I want the three of us to do together. Most of all, I’m tired of being stuck in the middle between you two fucking children. Now I love you both, and I’ve tried to arrange alone time with both of you, but that didn’t help. Here’s the way it’s going to be from now on, you’ll do what I say, when I say, and you will pretend to enjoy it until you start to actually enjoy it. Do you understand?”
She looked at Jazz and eventually he nodded, then she looked at Wren and she too nodded.
“Our first group project is going to be oral sex for everyone. Jazz will have to go first, his cock can’t stay like that much longer, and anyway, he’s ready to pop.”
Kathryn released Wren. “Now, like you mean it, Wren, or else.”
Wren put her lips over the head of Jazz’s cock and slid down the shaft while Kathryn slowly untied the cord. By the time the cord was removed, Jazz was jerking into a profound orgasm. He twitched and jerked for a while after and Wren kept her lips and hand in place until he was completely finished.
“One down,” Kathryn announced while releasing his ankles and wrists. She cuffed Wren’s wrists to the top corners of the head-board and then her ankles up to the tops of the bedposts, making for a very exposed Wren.
“Up!” she said, slapping Jazz on the ass. “You are on nipples, lips, and neck. Be nice, or else.”
Jazz set to work and Kathryn put a liberal amount of lubricant on her hands and began a two-handed massage of Wren’s pussy, inside and out. Very soon the woman was begging for release.
“Switch with me Jazz,” she said. As he was putting his face between her thighs, Kathryn grabbed him by his hair and shook his head a little less than gently. “I want you to do her like it was me. Understand?”
He nodded and set to work.
Kathryn was satisfied and then soon so was Wren. Kathryn released her and gave her some time to recover.
“Now, you two brats, fuck me like you mean it. Work together or I’ll blister your butts!”
In another universe an unlikely event with a three in one thousand probability happened. Perhaps a quantum fluctuation brought a electron-positron pair into existence, and before annihilating each other, the positron bent the path of a nearby proton. Maybe that’s all it takes …
She really does have one of the most beautiful bodies I’ve ever seen, Katheryn thought. She seems even more beautiful than usual. Was her skin always that perfect? Or is that a recent change? Too bad she’s in the way. Jazz is due in two hours, should be plenty of time to get done with her and get her out of here.
“Do you want me to set up here, or in the bedroom?”
“Out here will be fine,” Kathryn said.
Kathryn watched Wren go through the well-practiced motions of setting up the low table and making it up with two sheets from her bag.
“Let’s start you face-down today,” Wren said, “Slip out of that robe and I’ll help you get between the sheets.”
Is she finally dropping the masseuse code of ethical behavior? Kathryn wondered as she shed her robe onto the nearby couch and Wren draped the top sheet over her. Kathryn settled her face into the table’s cradle and tried to relax. She was nervous she realized. Why had she decided to continue this charade?
She felt the first strokes down either side of her spine, but muted because the sheet got between the hands-on-skin touch that Kathryn used to enjoy.
“You’re tense,” Wren accused and peeled back the sheet. One of Wren’s knees dented the padding of the table next to Kathryn’s elbow. The tabled creaked as it took her entire weight. A warm contact spread as the masseuse’s calf came into contact all along Kathryn’s arm from mid-forearm where Wren’s knee touched, to the shoulder caressed by the top of her foot. The table wobbled ever so slightly as the other leg swung over Kathryn’s body and came down to contact her other side. The heat of Wren’s crotch burned into Kathryn’s back. Then the thumbs pressed into either side of the spine slid downward, swept the sheet off of Kathryn’s glutes to leave her behind bare.
That was unusual. Wren was usually scrupulous about keeping her clients covered as much as possible while she worked. I guess she thinks I don’t mind, Kathryn rationalized. She felt Wren fumble with something under the table and that was also unusual, but when something looped around her right wrist and tightened with a ratcheting sound, Kathryn knew that something more than unusual was happening.
“What are you doing?” she cried and bucked the small woman off of her back.
Wren landed lightly beside the table and then her firm belly landed on the small of Kathryn’s back, pressing her down into the table again. Kathryn flailed her free arm, but Wren trapped it, then the ratcheting sound came again.
“Wren, let me go!” Kathryn insisted and struggled against the straps that held her wrists.
“Relax, Kathryn. All in good time,” Wren said softly, then moved to the bottom of the table, and added straps around Kathryn’s ankles.
What’s gotten into her? Kathryn wondered. A small lump of fear hatched in the pit of her stomach and it was quickly growing into an angsty teenager. “Come on, Wren, talk to me.” Kathryn was very much used to talking to people until they saw things her way. Being a lawyer, there was no other way.
“We will talk, but not yet. We need the other interested party,” Wren remarked.
There was a knock at the door.
Saved by room-service? No. It’s too early for that, Kathryn thought. She opened her mouth to yell for help, but Wren stuffed it with a small towel, wedging it tightly behind her teeth and packing almost the entire thing into her mouth where it seemed to swell alarmingly. “Coming,” she said loudly. Wren unlocked the door and got behind it.
“Kathryn?” Jazz said. His eyes hadn’t adjusted from the brighter light in the hall to the dim light inside the suite, and it was doubtful that he understood Kathryn’s predicament. He closed the door and moved toward the table.
Kathryn finally spat the towel out and onto the floor just as Wren pushed the young man up against the back of the couch. Kathryn lifted her head and turned toward the pair. He’s so early, Kathryn thought. “Jazz! Am I glad to see you, Wren’s flipped out,” she said, gazing at the young man with obvious relief, but that was short-lived.
“Give me your hands, Jazz,” Wren said. “Don’t make me hurt you, because you know I could.”
Kathryn heard the zipping sound of handcuffs. Wren shoved Jazz down on the couch and knelt to put some ankle cuffs on him. Now that he was helpless, Wren turned her attention back to Kathryn. Wren sat on her and released her hands only to rebind them with some leather cuffs. Then she similarly bound her ankles with a little slack between so that she could take short shuffling steps. Wren got Kathryn to stand and arranged the sheet around her shoulders before settling her on the couch next to Jazz.
There was another knock at the door.
“Room-service,” Wren said. “Just a little early, but it should do.”
She opened the door and accepted the cart. Nothing would have looked strange to the waiter. Just the backs of two people sitting on the couch. Wren pulled the cart in and closed the door.
“Now we can talk,” Wren said, kneeling on the floor in front of the pair.
Jazz and Kathryn began to do so. Both at once, loudly, and over each other, ascending in volume as they went.
“Quiet!” Wren yelled after several moments and placed a palm over each mouth. “I’ll go first. Things have been strained between us. Petty jealousies and rivalries have come between us, but now it’s time to put them aside. Jazz,” Wren said, looking the young man in the eye, “you’re going to be a daddy. And Kathryn,” she turned to the older woman, “I’m going to be a mommy and you can be too, if you want.”
“You said you were on the pill!” Jazz accused.
“I am. I mean …, I was,” Wren said. “I was really careful, but two or three times out of a thousand, it doesn’t work. This is my question for you two, are we going to be a family or not?”
Kathryn smiled. “I get to be a mom and I don’t have to get all fat to do it. Don’t have to have my career wrecked by it. That works for me,” she said. “Now kiss me and get these cuffs off so that I can hug you properly.”
“I’m really going to be a father?” Jazz mused, and a smile spread across his face as well.
“We’ll have to get a house,” Kathryn said. “With a studio for Wren to work out of, a place for Jazz to study, and an office for me. Separate bedrooms, but all with king-sized beds. And you two should get married officially.”
Wren uncuffed the pair and it was hugs and kisses all around.
It’s not a part of the many-worlds theory, but under the right conditions when the quantum states align properly universes can also combine instead of split. Perhaps when they do so there’s a sound on some level that we can’t hear. An acoustic signal in the space-time. Like a snapping sound possibly.
Snap … Snnna … rrripppp … aappp!
“I just hope you two bitches can get along,” Jazz said.
“Bitches! Do you hear that, Kathryn?” Wren laughed and pounced on him and began tickling him. Kathryn joined in and they didn’t stop until he begged them to in near-hypoxia.
“And you two brats better behave or I’ll blister your butts!” Kathryn said.
“Oooo. I’m scared,” Wren said and wiggled her ass in Kathryn’s face who gave it a playful slap.
“I’m starved,” Jazz said and ran to the room-service cart. “Lobster tails! Excellent!” he exclaimed when he removed the cover of one dish.
“I got two for you, since you’re a growing boy,” Wren said.
“But, why are there five plates, not four?” he asked, and pulled up the cover on each plate then replaced it. “Who gets the PB&J sandwiches?”
“Must be for her,” Kathryn said, pointing at Wren. “She’s eating for two now.”
Wren looked at Kathryn queerly. “What are you talking about, I’m not pregnant.”
“Yeah, she’s on the pill,” Jazz interjected.
“Now, what was that you were saying about getting a house?” Wren asked. “That sounds like a good idea.”
Sigh. Oh, well. Nothing, not even the multiverse is perfect.