The pass cleared

Service was over and the counters were clear. I stood in the kitchen in the white chef coat, buttoned, black hair still in the clip, and I looked at the pass like a woman who had already been paid. The invoice was sent. The host who hired me had declined anything further, said goodnight, and gone upstairs. I was not working. Rafael is thirty-seven. Basil is forty-two. They were guests at the dinner. They do not employ me and they do not get to tell me to stay. I told them, in the hall, that I wanted a motel and both their cocks, cunt and ass, and that if that was not a yes they should finish their drinks and go. They said yes like they had been hoping I would be the one to ask. I drove my own car. They followed in theirs.

The motel room was ugly in a useful way. I took the coat off and told them the order before anyone got naked enough to get stupid. I want the stretch. Lube is in my bag because I brought it. One cock in my cunt, one in my ass, and you both cum in me. If I say stop, you stop. Rafael nodded and repeated it. Basil asked which of them went where. I said I would point. I sucked Rafael's cock first, then Basil's, on my knees, filthy and unhurried, getting them hard and getting myself wet. Then I lay back, opened the lube, and worked two fingers into my ass until the muscle gave the way I like. I told Basil to fuck my ass slow. I told Rafael to wait with his cock against my cunt until I said.

Basil pushed in, slick, careful, and the stretch lit me up. I groaned and told him he could stay deep. Then I pulled Rafael in. His cock filled my cunt while Basil's cock filled my ass, and I had to laugh once because it was exactly the much I had ordered. They fucked me in a rhythm I corrected with my hands on their hips. I am the only woman here, I said, and you are both going to listen. I rubbed my clit and came hard, cunt and ass gripping, a raw sound the motel did not deserve. I told them not to pull out. Rafael came in my cunt first, pulsing, held there because I clamped a hand on his thigh. Basil came in my ass a minute later, shaking, still slick, still invited.

I lay still and felt the cum leave my cunt when I shifted, warm and obscene, and I liked that part as much as the fuck. I told them so. They looked ruined and glad. I showered alone with the bathroom door half shut, washed the night off, buttoned nothing because the coat could wait until the car. I dressed, took my bag, and drove myself home. The narrow kitchen was dark and clean. I did not text either of them. The calendar for other people's tables could start again in the morning. Tonight the job had ended before anyone's cock did.