Jenny is out with her girlfriends. Friday night happy hour is just what she needs to take her mind from her relationship troubles. Her insatiable needs not being met, Lucille, the group’s matriarch, hands her the perfect solution; The menu of services offered by Magic Taxi. Jenny laughs it off at first, until Lucille coaxes her. Once home, her SO not responding to her calls, she makes a call to quell the pounding between her legs. What ensues is a MMF fantasy realized.
Hold onto your hats ladies, and gents, this 6,700 word tale contains MMF menage, bisexual erotica. Enjoy!
Targeted Age Group:: 18+ Mature audiences only
What Inspired You to Write Your Book?
I was sitting around with my girlfriends at Happy Hour one Friday afternoon and we conjured up the idea. What if you could call a taxi and have it deliver you anything you wanted? A couple of twists and we get Magic Taxi.
How Did You Come up With Your Characters?
I wanted to put a lot of strong female characters in this tale. I know a lot of women like this and wanted to represent parts of their personalities here. It was great fun. Especially Lucille, the older sage of the group with more experiences than you can shake a stick at. I know this lady and have the privilege of hanging out with her on a regular basis. Lucille is in many ways just like her.
Jenny got out of the car, calmed herself, and walked through the front doors into a splendid reception area. The whole room smelled of honey-suckle and jasmine. Plants burst from every corner climbing the walls to the towering windowed ceiling. Dark mahogany wood panels and plush carpet completed the scene and soft, elegant music played in the background. She walked to the front desk.
“How may I help you.”
“Yes, hi, I have a reservation.”
“Under what name ma’am.”
“Je, I mean Honey Dunning.” A nervous smile played on her lips.
“Of course Ms. Dunning, the Presidential suite.”
Jenny cocked her head. This woman was treating her with such deference.
“Great, we have your credit card on file, here is your key. The suite number is 804. Enjoy your stay Ms. Dunning.”
Jenny took the key card, and headed for the elevator. As she pushed the up button, she noted a slight tremor in her hand. She clasped her hands in front of her feeling the silk of the scarf brush her skin. She focused on that. Soothing her jitters.
In front of the door numbered 804 she drew a long breath and closed her eyes. She recalled her fantasy, quickly playing the event through her mind. In that fantasy, she was in control. She placed her thoughts there and entered the key into the slot.
Her eyes feasted on the suite’s decor. Decorated much the same as the reception area, the smell of flowers invaded her senses. The suite was immense and very open, done in dark woods, and calming beach colors.
The whole front wall was glass overlooking the bay. Directly in front of her on a pedestal was a huge bed. The thing looked larger than her king size at home and was outfitted with deep blue coverings and tons of pillows.
To her left was a small European style kitchen, with an island type bar in front of stainless steel faced cabinets. To her right there was a sitting area. Comfortable furnishings faced a large screen TV mounted to the wall over a fireplace. On the coffee table sat two iced buckets with Champagne and an assortment of chocolate dipped strawberries. Jenny set her purse down and looked around. She was alone and wondered when her men would arrive.
Her heels clicked on the tile floor that surrounded the deep plush carpet in the center of the room. She picked up the remote control for the TV, wanting to tune into some music. She flipped it on finding and settling on a lounge music station. As the music filled the space, there was a discreet knock at the door. The sound caught her off balance, she jumped. Panicking she began pacing when she caught her reflection in the mirrored wall at the far end of the sitting space. She stopped and laughed at herself. She had come this far. She couldn’t freak out now. She went to the door to greet her evening’s entertainment.
“Ms. Dunning.” Two incredibly attractive men at the door said in unison. Not traditionally good-looking, more unusual. Both were dressed in suits, very expensive suits, that hugged their muscled physiques.
“Yes, please come in.” Jenny shocked herself with the calm demeanor of her voice but liked it.
She held the door open and took a deep breath of their spicy cologne as they passed. The dark haired man was taller than his blond counter-part. The blond had a tousled hair style that Jenny couldn’t help but imagine running her fingers through. The dark haired man was also dark skinned. He wasn’t black, but definitely not completely white bread either. When he turned to look at her, his eyes were a stunning blue.
“You are looking absolutely gorgeous this evening.” He brushed his hand across the small of her back and down her hip, sending a chill that turned her nipples hard instantly.
“Thank you. Champagne?”
“Of course.” The blond man spoke. His voice was gravelly and course.
The men followed close behind her as she led them to the sitting area. Jenny picked up one of the bottles of champagne and handed it to the dark haired man.
“Open that, and then you sit there, in that chair, and you here in this one, please.”
“What should I call you?” Jenny asked as she sat on the small couch across from them, crossing her long slim legs.
“What would you like to call us?”
A throaty laugh escaped Jenny’s lips. This sure was fun. She could get used to this kind of attention, if only she could afford it. “Hmmm, I don’t know.” She twirled the end of her scarf in her hand. “You look like a Jewell with those piercing blue eyes of yours, and you, hmmm with your bad boy vibe, I think I’ll call you Kent.” Jenny finished as the cork from the champagne bottle popped.
“That will be fine.” Jewell said and poured the bubbly into flutes. He handed the first one to Jenny and then the other to Kent and raised his glass. “To you Honey, and your magic evening.”
Jenny downed the contents of the glass and reached for the bottle for a refill. Kent jumped from his seat while Jewell was settling into his. He unbuttoned his jacket and crossed his legs elegantly.
“Allow me, Honey.” He smiled a boyish grin that melted her heart.
“Do you have any questions? Would you like to share with us what you desire?”
Jenny tipped the glass of champagne and this time sipped it pondering Jewell’s question. The effects of the first glass of champagne had gone straight to her head. She lounged back on the couch relaxing her posture.
“Well, a couple of questions. Do you two work together often?”
Kent snickered as Jewell reached over and stroked his hand thoughtfully. “Actually Honey, we are lovers. We don’t consider this work at all. This is our lifestyle.”
“Huh.” Jenny sipped her champagne.
Jewell got up from his chair, taking Kent’s hand and the two of them came to Jenny. As Jewell moved behind the couch, Kent knelt by her feet.
“Yes, it’s really a safe way for us to bring others into our relationship without all the mess.” He rubbed her shoulders with light elegant strokes tracing his fingers up her neck.
“We adore women,” Kent added. “But finding interested parties is difficult. Get around the inevitable jealousy,” he pushed the hem of her dress just past her knee and kissed it, “possessiveness,” another kiss this time uncrossing her legs and planting his lips on the inside of her leg, “and heartbreak,” his hand ran under her dress to the top of her stocking.
Jenny’s arousal grew with each kiss. Along with Kent’s caresses, Jewell behind her was caressing her neck, running his fingers through her long hair.
A deep low moan emanated from Jenny. She laid her head back on the couch. Jewell’s hands smoothed across her breasts. His mouth, at her ear, she could feel his moist breath as he whispered, “So Ms. Dunning, what is your pleasure?”
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