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CHAPTER 1
Barrett McKenzie laughed loudly; it started in her heart and
erupted into a blast of playfulness. Sierra, her best friend of
fifteen years, grinned at her. “You’re too crazy girl, keep pulling
stunts like that and those people are going to fire you. That’s for
real.” Barrett sat back in her chair and crossed her legs. She and
Sierra were sharing their weekly lunch at their favorite
restaurant.
Sierra grinned. “I know. I’ll try to behave myself. So what are you
getting Tavis for his birthday?” she asked.
Barrett shrugged while taking a bite from her orange glazed
salmon. “I don’t know. I’ve been going crazy trying to think of
something.” And she had been, for the last three months, as soon
as the reminder popped up on her BlackBerry. Her husband had
every gadget created and was a bigger clothes whore than she.
So those gifts were out. She had a gift in mind, but it was so
unusual, so different, and so unlike anything she had given him,
that she had skirted away from it…until now.
“What about a spa day?”
“Nope, did that for the last two years in a row.”
“Okay. What about a trip?”
“I’ve already sent him to Vegas, Miami and the Dominican
Republic.” As a successful lawyer, she was able to be generous
with her husband.
“Well, ain’t he the lucky man,” Sierra drawled.
“I kinda have an idea,” Barrett sheepishly admitted.
Sierra ran her finger through a dollop of butter. “What?” she
asked before licking the butter off and she nearly choked when
she heard her friend’s response.
Barrett glanced around to ensure that no one was listening,
fortunately everyone within hearing distance was engrossed in
conversation or focused on their food. “I was thinking,” Barrett
repeated softly, “about Tavis and me having a threesome.”
“What the—” Sierra vigorously shook her head. “No Barrett, don’t
do that. Why would you do something so stupid?”
“He’s been hinting around.”
Sierra placed her hands, palms down, on the table and glared at
her long-time friend. “So! Let him hint all he wants, hell let him
take an ad out in the newspaper, don’t do it!”
Barrett took a deep breath, while Sierra wasn’t entirely straitlaced
and proper, she did at one time carry on a three-year affair with a
married man, she could be quite prissy when the mood hit her.
“But I kinda want to,” she whispered.
“Oh lawd!” Sienna yelled and Barrett covered her face with her
hands and slumped in her seat. She hadn’t planned on telling
Sierra her plans, it just slipped out and now that it did, she
regretted it.
“Can you not shout? I don’t need everybody knowing my
business,” Barrett hissed, as she straightened up and removed
her hands from her face.
“Why do you want to invite a woman—it is a woman isn’t it?” she
asked and Barrett confirmed that it was. “Why would you invite an
outsider into your marriage?”
“We’ve been married for ten years. Things are getting stale.”
“Shit! Don’t be talking about your marriage as though it was a loaf
of bread. Have a baby! That should freshen up things.”
Barrett sighed. “I don’t want a baby. We’re happy just the way we
are.” A baby took a lot of energy, something she didn’t want to
exert right now. Although for the past few years, Tavis had been
begging her to start a family. “We’re just bored in the bedroom,
everything else is fine.”
“And you really think that an extra pussy will magically make all
your problems go away?”
“No, not at all,” Barrett lied. She did hope that it would make Tavis
appreciate her more and see her as adventurous once he got the
threesome out of his system. And she was a little curious about it
as well. “It’ll all be for fun, once it’s over, it’s over, we won’t see
her again.”
“You’re crazy you know that? Just crazy!”
“I’m just trying to keep everything fresh, can’t you understand?”
“Nope,” Sierra said with a finality that let Barrett know that no
matter what she said, Sierra wasn’t going to change her mind.
Barrett tightened her lips. “So it’s pretty hot out today, huh?”
Hours later Barrett was sitting at her desk with her laptop open,
surfing the net. She didn’t have a clue on how to find a third
person for her planned threesome. Time was running out, Tavis’
birthday was next week.
She glanced out through her glass door, everyone was busy.
They had a big case coming up and it was going to trial on Monday
and most of the staff was assigned to it, and so was she, she was
the lead attorney, but she had more pressing matters to worry
about, like finding a lover.
“How the hell am I going to find a lady for our threesome? It’s not
like I can ask any of my friends,” she muttered, thinking back to
her conversation with Sierra. “That had been a mistake.” Sierra
had sent her an e-mail expounding the evils of a ménage a trois.
After skimming it, she had chuckled to herself then erased it, she
and Tavis weren’t going to have any of those problems.
Moments later she sighed and focused on her work and didn’t
pull away until her shoulders were burning. Normally she’d shrug
it off and work right through it, but today she needed a break.
She grabbed her Coach bag from her desk drawer and made her
way to the cafeteria. After getting a cup of coffee and a cupcake,
the snack of champions, she was back at her desk, eating and
working.
Barrett was bent over her desk, poring over law books, when
there was a knock on her door. She looked up to find LaTonya,
the mail clerk, holding a certified letter.
“Hey Ms. McKenzie can you sign this? The receptionist isn’t at
her desk.”
“Sure.” Barrett took the pen and signed the form. “Just leave it
on her desk,” she instructed.
“Sure will. Thanks.”
Barrett watched LaTonya as she sauntered to the office door, her
work uniform of a navy blue polo and khakis, did little to contain
her curves. LaTonya had a reputation around the firm as a partyer
and a slut, not necessarily in that order. Barrett heard that she
had slept with most of the male lawyers and a few of the females.
I bet she would know where I could find a willing partner. Barrett
called to her.
LaTonya turned around, a frown furrowing her brow as she braced
herself to be reprimanded, she wasn’t sure for what, but LaTonya
learned that people always found something to complain about.
“Yes Ms. McKenzie?”
Barrett suddenly froze, unsure of how to phrase her question
without LaTonya figuring out that it was for her. “Um, I hate to
bother you…but I have an unusual question.”
The frown eased from LaTonya’s face and she relaxed, she wasn’t
in trouble; at least not with Ms. McKenzie.
Barrett continued, carefully picking her words, “I have a friend
who wants to spice up her marriage and she would like a special
gift for her husband.”
LaTonya patiently listened, sensing that a solution wasn’t needed
just yet, there was more to come, she was correct.
Barrett’s gaze slid sideways then returned to LaTonya before
resuming, “She would like to give him a lady.”
LaTonya’s eyes widened. “You mean like a prostitute?”
“No! At least I don’t think so,” Barrett said a little flustered. “She
wants a lady who would be willing to have a threesome with them.
They don’t need a prostitute for that do they?”
LaTonya grinned brightly. “Okay, I see what you’re saying. Cool, I
didn’t know you had freaks for friends Ms. McKenzie.”
Barrett bristled. “They aren’t freaks, they’re just looking for
something different. A little fun,” she said defensively.
“Oh, okay sorry,” LaTonya said confused by Barrett’s tone. She
was only making an observation on how she saw the situation.
“You’re fine,” Barrett said, embarrassed by her attitude. “I’m
sorry, they’re good people. Anyway,” she resumed, while smiling
tightly, “do you have any suggestions?”
“Sure, that’s easy. They can try girlsliketohavefun.com, or
3scompany.com or post an ad on brandislist.com. I kinda like
brandislist, because it’s free. You have to pay for the other two.”
Barrett raised her eyebrows at LaTonya’s knowledge. She
shrugged in response. “Hey, don’t judge, I ain’t a saint. I like to
have fun.”
“I’m not judging, really I’m not. Hey thanks for the information I
really appreciate it.”
“No problem. I hope your friends find what they are looking for,”
LaTonya said then sauntered out the door.
Barrett sipped her wine and set it aside. Since Tavis was working
late she was taking advantage of her free time and was looking
for their threesome partner. Instead of creating an ad, she
decided to review existing postings and she began second
guessing her decision. “These people sure are bold and some
are just plain old nasty,” she decided. After clicking on a dozen
links at brandislist.com she had seen so many close-ups of
women crotches and breasts that she was nauseated.
Twenty minutes later a profile caught her eye. It was the picture
that made her pause. The lady had her wavy hair blowing behind
her, like a blanket of black silk, with a white sheet covering her
breasts, the shot was demure and sexy at the same time. It was
the eyes that drew her in, they were staring boldly at the camera,
but Barrett could easily imagine her casting them shyly away.
Her eyes lingered on the picture for a moment before moving to
the profile. Barrett skimmed her bio, she was twenty-five, with a
bachelor’s degree, five eight and bi-lingual, with her being fluent
in Spanish.
“She’s it,” Barrett breathed, unable to take her eyes off the
picture.