First Day (01)

My eyes widen a bit when she actually agress. Maybe whatever Galinthias said pushed her over the edge, but I'm not going to stick around to question it. I slide out of the booth with a quick, "Thank you!" then try to lose myself in the crowd so she can't immediately retract her decision and bring me back.

If she wants me to make sure the Weirdo Club is happy, fine. I'm hoping I can get a quick frell out of Iao anyway. I scan the floor, looking for his pale skin.

Normally, I might hesitate to interrupt. I might feel bad. I might question whether it's a good idea or what Eudora will think. I might worry that it will put Iao into one of his moods.

But right now, my window is small and my need has been strung out for way too long. I come up to Iao, take his wrist to pull his hand away from Eudora's body, and press my balled-up panties into his palm. Then I step back to let him process the gift, and the ask, giving him a sultry smirk and inviting eyebrow.

Us, he says. And I don't feel like I have the time, or platform, to explain that I don't have time for a threesome tryst that will take all night. And I don't even know how I feel about hooking up with Eudora too, who's been so naive in the past about the ways of this world. And I don't know how to feel about how it now feels like just me isn't enough for Iao in this moment.

He also says not the hot tub, and I'm beginning to wonder if that's exactly where I should have gone to start. Just stripped down, waded in, and seen who approached me first. But now I've made an offer, and it's not like I can take it back without looking like a sad, desperate girl or, worse, a tease. So now I'm left to find us a place like some kind of servant girl going to prepare quarters for my master, and it's a bitter pill to swallow, but I do. The clock is ticking and I'm reaching the end of my rope.

"Alright," I answer, some small measure of annoyance leaking into my tone. I turn to head back to the stairs to Zeke's place. If the bedroom where my boyfriend frelled Hades' wife is free, I'll claim it for myself, Hades' son and the Oceanid who got herself plastered drunk the first time we met.

You swin through the dancers and the people heading for the buffet tables, turn around the corner to charge up the stairs. The cool air reminds you this dress is all you're wearing. Reminds you of your panties in Iao's hand, or his pocket. Or maybe he gave it to Eudora. You're rather sure Eudora didn't catch the "us" part. She might object. She might run away. She might.

The door isn't locked, and you open it to head inside. The apartment is empty, for now.

What do you do?

I’m relieved to find the apartment empty and take only a moment to straighten the blankets on the bed before heading straight back downstairs. If Eudora backs out of this, I just hope Iao is still on board. I swear to the gods, if I strike out again, I’m going to lose it.

Downstairs I hunt for Iao again, beckoning him toward me as soon as I can catch his eye.

"This way," I answer, leading the way to the bedroom. The image of Eudora hanging on him lingers in my mind though, and it's a confusing mix of titillating and concerning. But I can't miss this chance.

Still, when I reach the bedroom, I turn back to look at the two of them. "I don't have a lot of time," I offer, hoping it might help somehow. "But..." My eyes go to Iao. "I want you."

His certain offer and immediate demand send a shudder through me and my breath audibly hitches. Frell, I'm already on the edge.

I don't hesitate to follow his instructions, stripping my dress off over my head and leaving my body bare to the world, to him and Eudora. I move onto the bed, crawling onto my hands and knees, my zok toward him. I look over my shoulder at him, my curls brushing along my back as I turn. "I want you to take me like this," I tell him, meeting his eye with a sultry glimmer, not caring at all anymore that Eudora is here too. "Right now." Right frelling now.

A little moan catches in my throat when he touches me but then hesitates. It's like torture. I swear I feel a bit of my own wetness drip down the inside of my thigh. I shift my hips back, pushing against him a bit, urging him inside of me, but I know he'll withhold until he gets his answer, until he knows who he's surpassing with this.

I don't want to disparage anyone, but I cannot miss this opportunity either.

"It was mostly just bad timing," I answer, my voice trembling with anticipation and need. "With Knox. And Kastor." I don't bring up how my own grandmother clam-jammed me with the hot tub room. I don't think that's what Iao is really asking anyway.