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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.
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.