In a lot of ways, Madeline still felt like a stranger in New York. She had made friends, got a good job, found a comfortable apartment, but sometimes, like when she was invited over to someone’s house for brunch, she felt like an imposter who was going to be found out at any moment.
Which was why she was so nervous the whole time her friend Lana served her quiche and frisee salad with lardons and a quail egg.
Lana’s apartment was like something out of a magazine. A Williamsburg loft with a massive island in the kitchen and a skylight. Not only that, but Lana was beautiful and so was her best friend Eric.
Lana had large brown eyes that seemed gold in the sunlight. She was small-boned, but had that tightly coiled strength of someone who did yoga and was a dancer as a girl. Her skin was a dark amber and her hair short and black. As always she wore complicated flowing things that looked both comfortable and elegant in a way that seemed foreign to Madeline.
Madeline, in her blue jeans and burgundy sweater, felt ordinary next to someone so put together. She had her curves though, which perhaps subconsciously she had chosen the low cut sweater to accentuate.
Eric, on the other hand, looked like a dashing and rugged professor. His smart dress shirt with the sleeves folded up. A light stubble on his well-defined cheeks. Well worn pinstriped pants and even more worn leather boots. Always a crooked smile and something dark flickering in his eyes under his tortoiseshell glasses.
“Would you be a dear and help me with the dishes?” Lana asked sweetly after they ate.
Madeline was up like a shot, piling dishes in her arms like a diner waitress.
It was more than good manners, Madeline liked to help. It made her feel useful, and it gave her something to do with all of her nervous energy. When she got to the kitchen with the plates and glasses, she went to work washing them. It was only when she saw Lana and Eric standing at the kitchen door she stopped.
“I got a little carried away. I don’t mind doing dishes,” she said, putting the last of the plates on the drying rack.
Eric walked over and helped her dry a pot, and she noticed a massive grin on his face. Lana looked like she was holding in a laugh.
“Yeah, we noticed how intent you were,” Lana said, walking into the kitchen.
“You looked so happy I didn’t have the heart to tell you I have a dishwasher,” she said with a laugh, opening up a door under the counter Madeline hadn’t noticed.
A blush appeared on Madeline’s cheeks, and she looked like she wanted to crawl into the dishwasher and hide.
“Oh my gosh, I’m sorry, I didn’t even think-” Madeline started, but Eric cut her off, patting her on the back.
“No more apologizing, I don’t trust the dishwasher to get things really clean anyhow,” he said, his hand felt warm and strong on her back, which made her blush deepen.
Eric towered over Madeline, his hands moved to her shoulders as Lana moved over to them and hugged Madeline from the front, sandwiching the girl between her two friends.
“Oh, Madeline, what are we going to do with you?” Lana laughed, as her breasts pushed against Madeline’s larger breasts.
Madeline tried to laugh off the silly mistake, but it caught in her mouth. The warmth of two bodies against her made her knees weak. The feel of Lana’s breasts and the strength of Eric’s hands on her.
She wasn’t sure if she imagined it, but she thought she could feel Eric’s cock pressing against her ass.
Lana moved in and whispered into Madeline’s ear, her breath hot on her neck.
“I have to admit, one of the reasons I invited you over is because I’ve wanted to kiss you and I’ve gotten some hints that you might want to kiss me,” Lana said.
Madeline’s eyes went wide, and she sort of stopped breathing for a minute.
“Okay,” she whispered.
Lana burst out laughing, but then, mid-laugh, she moved in, and suddenly Madeline was overcome by the softness of her lips. Everything was the smell of Lana’s hair and the lingering taste of coffee and maple syrup.
It was a long deep kiss. It started teasing and coy, then went soft and sweet, and finally hungry and wild, their tongues slipping around each other, their hands eager, sliding around each other’s waists.
When they parted, Madeline was dizzy, unsure of whose body was touching her. She turned to see Eric, his eyebrows raised. He looked impressed.
He was handsome and kind, though behind his politeness she sensed some sadistic, sarcastic cruelty.
“Can I kiss you now?” Madeline asked Eric, surprising herself.
His eyebrows raised a little more. She felt pride run down her spine.
“Sure,” he mimicked.
Then she was kissing him, his lips so different, the slight stubble on his face, the smell of aftershave, his hands larger and stronger, cupping her face then pulling her in. They moved against each other, Madeline trying to turn to face him fully, but somehow managing to slip on the rug and ending up on the floor.
Madeline wanted to crawl into a ball. Kissing two ridiculously hot people and she managed to fall on her face.
She covered her face with her hands, and as she looked up at the two of them through her fingers, she heard them laughing.
“Oh Madeline, what are we going to do with you?” Lana said, kneeling in front of her.
“It’s a good thing you look so cute when you are embarrassed,” Eric said, getting on the floor with them.
She smiled sheepishly, about to apologize, but suddenly she was in their arms again, Lana in back of her this time and Eric in front. Madeline kissed him again, and he let out a little growl as he kissed her back.
Eric took greedy handfuls of Madeline’s enormous breasts, as Lana kissed and licked and dragged her teeth across Madeline’s neck.
“Oh Madeline, you are so helpful,” Lana whispered in her ear.
“We have a lot of things we need help with. Like I am going to need someone to suck Eric’s cock. Can you do that for me?”
Madeline was speechless, but she nodded.
“And someone to eat my pussy,” Lana added.
Madeline nodded even more emphatically.
“We’ve been talking a lot about it, and we really want you to be our little fuck toy for a while. Will you do that?” Lana asked as Eric pulled up Madeline’s shirt, his strong hands slipping around her, unhooking her bra expertly and then pulling the cups of that bra out of the way so that he could rub and knead her bare breasts.
“If you are a good girl for us we promise to give you a bath and cuddle and kiss you all night,” Lana added between kisses.
“Don’t you want to be a good girl for us?” Eric asked.
Madeline was so aroused and confused that she could hardly speak, but she managed to squeak out a desperate, “yes!”
Eric’s hand snaked between Madeline’s thighs. He stood up and joined Lana’s kissing of her neck.
“Oh my god, she is fucking soaked,” he laughed.
Lana laughed too, her hand moving to join him at Madeline’s crotch.
“Oh my god, right through her pants!” Lana laughed.
“What a perfect little slut she is,” Eric’s gravelly voice teased.
“I can’t believe we wasted time on brunch, she probably would have gotten on her knees the minute she got here,” Lana added.
“I think we need to take this to the bedroom,” Lana decreed breathlessly.
Madeline went to stand up, but Eric put a hand on her shoulder.
“Oh, but you look so pretty on your knees. Won’t you be a good girl and crawl for us?” He asked, sweetly.
They turned, not even waiting to see if she followed orders. They knew she would. The knowledge that she was so predictable made her blush almost as much as being naked did.
She thought about standing up. There were fun and games, and then there were silly kink rules, but somehow she found herself crawled after them. The pain in her knees made her cunt ache.
As she entered the bedroom, she passed a mirror, shocked at the sight of herself crawling, topless, red-faced, and wild-eyed.
And in the end, they did all they promised to her. Used her and fucked her and then put her in the bath and pampered her before serving her dessert.
She still had to do the rest of the dishes in the morning.