All Together Now Pt. 01

All Together Now

by Pan

Chapter 1:

"Well," Lord Mason DeGraves said with a cackle, "this was not exactly what I expected when I placed the advertisement..."

"We're two couples," Jake replied defensively. "That's all you asked."

Lord DeGraves looked like he could have been a hundred years old, despite his spry movement. There was, however, a twinkle in his eye that could have belonged to a much younger man. The two couples sitting in front of him stared at the billionaire, unsure of how to take him.

"Yes, yes," he replied with a wave. "Don't fear, you're all perfectly eligible. Tea?"

Anita, Jake's wife, shook her head. She were seated, somewhat awkwardly, on Jake's lap - when they'd entered DeGraves' office, he'd explained that he only had two chairs, and the tone in his voice had suggested somewhat of a challenge, one that no one was willing to back down from.

Not with so much money on the line.

Beside them, Anita's high-school friend Megan was just as awkwardly perched on her partner Jane's knee. Megan and Jane both nodded, and Lord DeGraves pressed a button on his intercom.

"Two teas, Bethany. Nothing for you?"

Jake didn't realize that DeGraves was talking to him - he'd grown distracted by the odd lighting in the room. On the ceiling there was a chandelier, peculiar in itself, but on their host's desk was a small desk-lamp, with a silver pendant hanging beneath it, spinning slightly, the light reflecting off it ever so oddly...

"Jake!" his wife hissed, and he looked up, slightly flustered.

"What? Oh, sorry. No, nothing for me."

Lord DeGraves nodded.

"Just a whisky for me, Bethany. And have a glass of water yourself."

Anita and Megan looked at each other with one eyebrow raised. What sort of a man had to instruct his staff when to drink?

"Now," Lord DeGraves said, slamming his hands down on the desk and making the rest of the room jump. Jake's attention had once more been on the small pendant, but he moved his focus to the wrinkled face of the richest man he'd ever encountered.

"You're here because you saw my ad. Two couples, one month, one hundred thousand dollars."

"Each," Jane said firmly, and Lord DeGraves nodded.

"Each. I'm sure you're wondering what you need to do for that kind of money, and I'm sure you've heard some horror stories, but rest assured - like everyone who comes in here, you'll have to do relatively little to earn your money. Ah, Bethany."

Everyone turned as a young woman entered the room, dressed in an erotic parody of a French maid's outfit. The front hem barely rose above her nipples, and from the way her bosom strained against the black fabric, it was clear that she wasn't wearing a bra. There was a hole in the centre of the dress, exposing Bethany's midriff, and the bottom half flared out, ending just - only just - below her ass.

For the second time that day, Jake was broken out of a reverie by his wife's harsh tone, but this time he knew he deserved it. Even aside from her ridiculous outfit, Bethany's curves made her one of the sexiest women Jake had ever seen, and it was clear that Anita's position on his lap had enabled her to observe exactly how attractive he found the young maid.

Jane and Megan, meanwhile, exchanged an amused glance. They had long agreed that jealousy was dangerous, and instead turned spotting attractive women into a game of sorts.

As Bethany served the tea, Lord DeGraves continued.

"Before I can tell you my conditions, however, I'm going to ask you some questions. If you lie - and trust me, I'll know if you lie - your chances of the money disappear. Do you understand me?"

The murmur of voices from the two chairs opposite him indicated agreement.

"Excellent. You first, young man. On average, how many times a week do your wife and you make love?"

Jake was embarrassed to find himself blushing, but after a brief glance at his wife for her approval, he answered.

"And the lady sitting on his lap..."

"Anita," Anita said coldly.

"Anita, yes. Would you agree with that?"

"Two or three times a week - that sounds right to me."

Lord DeGraves stared Anita in the eye for long enough to make her uncomfortable, but she accepted the challenge, and never broke eye contact with the old miser. Eventually, he seemed satisfied with her response.

"Excellent. Ladies, same question."

There was a brief pause as Megan and Jane looked at each other, but almost as soon as they made eye contact, they turned to the old man and answered simultaneously.

"Five times a week."

The sight of Jake's eyebrows flying up in shock made Lord DeGraves cackle with laughter. He calmed down, and as Bethany poured his whisky, blatantly fondled her exposed buttocks. To Jake's surprise, the young maid simply smiled in response.

"So as a quartet, you would have sex on average... maybe four times a week?"

"I suppose so," Anita said.

"Approximately," Megan confirmed.

"Very well. Here is my proposal - for the next month, I want you to make love to your partners four times a week. Do any of you have any sexual relationships outside of your partners? No? Good. For the next month, none of you are allowed to make love with anyone outside this room. And not just make love - until our contract reaches an end, you can't have sex with, fuck, indulge in intercourse with, or even fool around with anyone who isn't currently present."

There was a pause as Lord DeGraves took a sip of his whiskey. The assembled couples sat and watched him, confused looks on their faces.

"Is that it?" Jake asked, and was met with a slap on the chest from his wife, and a wide grin from Mason DeGraves.

"It is not. No - here's the rub. For the next month, you must make love four times a week. And each time any of you make love to your partner... all four of you have to be in the room.

There was a long, stunned silence as everyone processed what Lord DeGraves had said. Bethany finished serving teas and left the room, Jake's eyes desperately trying not to follow her as she did.

Finally, Megan spoke up.

"Wait... what you're saying, your Lordship-..."

"Call me sir. I like it when a pretty young thing calls me sir."

"What you're saying, sir, is that when Jane and I make love... Anita and Jake have to be there too?"

"That's the gist of it, yes. Sexual contact of any kind. If you're doing anything more than kissing each other on the lips, your friends have to be in the room."

"And vice-versa."

"Quite right. For efficiency's sake, you could all fuck at once, but I'll leave the logistics of it up to you."

"And if we do that for the next month..."

"Then you'll walk out of here with four hundred thousand dollars."

There was another long pause, broken up only by the sounds of sipping. Jake was again staring into the pendant as he considered the offer they'd just received.

"Can we think about it overnight?"

This time it was Anita who broke the silence, drawing Mason DeGrave's attention. His eyes travelled up her body, somehow seeming to strip her of the sensible shoes she was wearing, the long skirt and the white blouse. Only when he reached her blue eyes, framed by her long blonde hair, did he reply.

"You can even take the contract to read over, on one condition: no sex tonight, of any kind. Come back tomorrow with your decision. Bethany will let you out."

"Thank you," Anita replied, and a smile appeared on Lord DeGrave's face as he watched the swish of her long skirt.

He could already tell that this was going to be a fun one.

###

"Look, if you guys don't mind, I don't mind."

"I mind!"

"Yeah, I've got to admit... it's a bit weird."

"Sure, it's weird... but it's also a hundred thousand dollars. Each!"

There was a pause, as each of the four sitting around the table thought about what they could do with four hundred thousand dollars.

After leaving the manor, the four had agreed to meet up that night and think about it. And as soon as they'd arrived at Jake and Anita's house that night, Jane and Megan had agreed to the deal. Anita, however, was still holding back, and so Jake knew he couldn't openly admit his enthusiasm for the idea, else he'd make her look like a spoilsport.

"Two hundred thousand dollars, honey... think about it. We could make a deposit on the house, and still have enough left for a trip. Anywhere you wanted to go..."

"Megan, honey, would you give us a minute?"

"Sure thing."

As Jane and Megan walked to the door, already mentally spending the money, Anita turned to her husband.

"Jake - would you really be okay with this?"

"It's a month. Sixteen times. If someone said to you, 'Hey, I'll pay you over ten thousand dollars to have sex in a room with your friends', you'd do it without hesitating."

"No, I wouldn't. Besides, it's not just doing it once. A whole month, Jake - they're our best friends. How will we ever look them in the eye again?"

Jake's eyes dropped back down to the surprisingly simple contract that Lord DeGraves had sent with them. A smile slowly spread across his face.

"I've got it."

"What?"

"Look at this - the contract doesn't define sex."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, how do you define sex? It's not that easy, especially when... you know, lesbians are involved."

"Okay..."

"And it doesn't say anything about masturbation. So how about this: for the next month, none of us have sex. Four times a week, we get into a room together, and behind blankets, we... I dunno, touch genitals for a few seconds. We don't do anything with each other outside of that room, and whenever we feel the need, we take care of it ourselves."

Anita's eyes widened as Jake spoke, and by the time he was finished, her grin was as broad as his.

"So we..."

"Exactly! We win on a technicality. All we have to do is avoid having sex for the month, and we walk out of there with four hundred thousand dollars of the old pervert's money."

"Jake," Anita said with a smile, "you may be a genius."

"I'll let the others know."

"Wait..."

"What's wrong, sweetie?"

"I mean... a whole month..."

"Honey, don't take this the wrong way, but for a hundred thousand dollars, I'd stop having sex with you for a year."

"A year?"

Anita raised one eyebrow, and Jake smiled as he backpedaled.

"Did I say a year? I meant a month and one day. No more!"

Anita grinned.

"That's better. Okay love - go tell the others."

As Jake got up, Anita's eyes fell down to the contract, and her thin lips moved quickly as she read it.

###

That night, as Jake went to turn off the light, he was surprised to find Anita's hand slowly snaking down his body.

"Honey, what are you doing?"

"I don't want to go any longer than I have to without feeling you inside me..."

"But you remember what Lord DeGraves said. If we have sex tonight..."

"I read over the contract, Jakey. It doesn't say anything about not having sex the night before the contract is signed. Besides... he'll never know..."

As Jake began his retort, Anita's hand found what it was looking for, and her husband's objections died in his throat.

What harm could it do?

Chapter 2:

As Bethany bent over to serve Lord DeGraves his tea, Jake tried as hard as he could not to look at her plump, red, exposed nipples. In turn, Anita watched him carefully not looking, and Lord DeGraves watched the both of them.

"So, none of you made love last night?"

"No sir," Megan replied immediately, and Anita nodded in agreement.

"Hmmm..." was the old man's only reply, and as he sniffed the air, Anita found herself tensing. He couldn't smell sex, could he? No, that wasn't possible - her and Jake had enjoyed a long shower together that morning, cleaning off the evidence, and making use of their last opportunity to enjoy each other's bodies for the next month.

Jake swallowed nervously, and Bethany turned around and threw him a wink. Had her boobs grown since they'd been there the day before? Surely that wasn't possible.

He tried not to think about it. He tried not to think about anything, just in case Lord DeGraves could somehow read it on his face.

Megan and Jane had switched positions since the previous day, with Jane now on Megan's lap. Lord DeGrave's attention moved to theirs, but they met his gaze with beaming smiles as they sipped their teas, and he was soon forced to grin back at them, exposing his yellow, slightly pointed teeth.

"Very well," he said. "Today's the 17th of May - I've dated the contract accordingly. We'll meet back here on the 17th of June, and if you've followed the terms of the agreement to the letter, you'll walk out of here with the money."

A look of confusion came across Anita's face, and as Lord DeGraves stood up to dismiss them, she spoke up.

"Aren't you going to give us tracking devices, or install cameras or something like that?"

"No," the old man responded shortly, his attention back on his buxom French maid.

"Then how will you know if we've followed the terms of the contract?"

"Oh," Lord Mason DeGraves said, and in that moment the lecherous old man was suddenly very frightening, "I'll know."

As soon as they were out of the manor, Jane's organizational skills came to the fore.

"Right," she said, "Four nights a week. Now, thanks to Jake's brilliant plan, it won't take long. We normally have dinner together on a Tuesday anyway, so we can easily make that one of the nights...-"

"Oh, shoot," Anita said. "I've left my phone in the manor."

"Do you want me to come with you?" Jake asked, but his wife shook her head.

"No no, you take care of this. My diary's on your phone as well - it won't take two seconds."

"Okay," Jake reluctantly agreed, and turned back to the conversation.

"Now, does it have to be a night?" Megan asked. "Because Jane and me are free on Saturday mornings..."

###

As Anita approached the large doors of the manor, they swung open before she could even reach the knob.

"Hello?" she called out, but the only response was the echo of her own voice. She quickly managed to navigate back to Mason's office, but just as she was about to knock, a sound coming from the other side of the office door made her pause.

A flush rose to her cheeks as she realized what it was, but just as she'd convinced herself to come back tomorrow, the old man's wheezing voice rang out.

"Come in!"

Anita froze.

"I, uh..."

"What is it?"

"It sounds like you're busy! I'll come back later!"

"Oh, for heaven's sake..."

There was the sound of a slight scuffling, and again Lord DeGraves called out to her.

"I'm decent. Come in, you silly girl."

Still bright red, Anita pushed the door open to find Lord DeGraves wearing a dress shirt and an unbuttoned pair of pants, while Bethany lay across the old man's desk completely naked.

"Oh!" Anita cried, and Lord DeGraves rolled his eyes.

"You'll be seeing a lot more than that in the next few months, trust me."

"I just... my phone..."

"Bethany, be a dear and roll over?"

The naked girl obeyed her master with a smile, and Anita stepped forward, trying as hard as she could not to look at the girl's ample assets.

"Pardon the smell," Lord DeGraves said with a leer, and suddenly the smell was all that Anita could notice. "Yes... it's a distinctive one, isn't it? The smell of sex. No matter how hard you try, it's impossible to mask."

Anita picked up her (now slightly sticky) phone, and when she turned to go, found Lord DeGraves blocking her path. One of his bony arms reached out and grabbed her face.

"You do know what I'm talking about, don't you?"

"Lord DeGraves, sir... please, I didn't..."

"The sweet, sweaty, salty smell of sex. It's pungent - like those flowers that give off the scent of rotting meat to attract flies. But they don't smell exactly like rotting meat, do they? They just have the feel of it, the general tone, but it's never quite right. The smell of sex is like that - it's distinctive. They tried to bottle it for a while, make a deodorant that smelled like sex. But you can't do it - it's natural, and you can't replicate it in a lab."

Anita was staring into the old man's eyes as he raved, flecks of spittle flying off his tongue. His mouth was moving, but his eyes were perfectly still.

He sniffed, and she watched with horror as his nostrils flared slightly. She could practically feel the particles that Jake had left behind that morning escaping her, leaving her through her pores, through her orifices, being drawn to Lord DeGraves' powerful nose, telling him exactly what she'd done, exactly how she'd lied to him...

"That's the thing about sex," he continued, the blood vessels in his eye throbbing almost audibly. "It's not like anything else. No matter what you do, you can never get what sex gives you... it's a rare treat like that. A gift. It's one-of-a-kind, and it should be treasured..."

He dropped his arm, and suddenly the room (which had seemed so small to Anita just a moment ago) opened up again, and she felt like she could breathe.

"And that's why I'm going to have to ask you to leave. Sex is a rare treat, and Bethany is incredible at it. Unless you'd like to stay and join us, of course..."

"Thank you," Anita said, her smile completely unconvincing. "But I should..."

"Ah yes. I'm sure they're wondering where you've been."

When Anita returned to the others, she was surprised to find that DeGraves was right.

"I went in and came straight back," she explained, confused by their concern. Her husband exchanged a worried look with their friends.

"You've been almost forty minutes, sweetness."

Anita's brow furrowed. She'd gotten slightly lost on the way out - the sounds of Bethany's moans had filled the halls, and Anita had momentarily been distracted by them, trying to work out if Bethany was incredible at faking, or if she really had a thing for old, rich men.

"That can't be right..." Anita replied, confused. Her brain felt foggy, and the sound of Bethany's pleasure was still ringing in her ears.

"Don't worry about it," Jane said, seeing her distress, and quickly explained the schedule they'd planned. "So, I guess I'll see you at ours tomorrow night, for our first orgy!"

Jake and Megan laughed, but Anita just frowned, distracted by what she'd just seen, smelled... and heard.

###

"What do you think happened in there?"

"You know Anita," Megan replied. "She's gotten lost at the food court before. I'm sure she just..."

Megan glanced over at Jane, and lost her train of thought. Even after all their years together, she still found herself getting distracted by her girlfriend's form. She was exactly Megan's type - a little short, a little chubby, with a dazzling smile and eyes she could lose hours in.

And that wasn't the only part of Jane that she could lose hours in.

She knew the next month was going to be hard. She was used to pinning Jane down as soon as she got home, watching her lover's face blush as she slowly unbuttoned her clothes, watching her mouth fall open as Megan's tongue began exploring her body...

Jane smiled as she continued driving the two of them home. Megan's intense gaze was something she was used to, but never tired of. She was sure that it was going to be a challenge to refrain from letting her girlfriend take her for the next month, but she was equally sure that they were up to it. Jane had spent two months in Europe a few years ago, and they'd worked out alternative methods of keeping the other satiated.

Physical intimacy was nice, of course, but it was far from the only option.

"Mmm?"

"What?"

"I'm sure she just what?"

Megan smiled.

"I have absolutely no idea."

"Do you think they'll crack?"

Megan forced her eyes away from the slight flush on Jane's neck, and looked at the road

"I'm sure they'll be fine. Well, I'm sure Anita will."

"And Jake?"

Megan rolled her eyes.

"He's a man."

Jane pursed her lips.

"Don't be like that. You like Jake."

"Of course I do. Doesn't mean I don't know what he is. If he loses us that money..."

"He won't," Jane replied confidently. "I mean, come on. It's just one month."

###

That night, Anita lay awake in the spare bed, staring at the ceiling. She and Jake had agreed to sleep in different rooms, just to avoid any risk of temptation. On one hand, it felt a bit ridiculous - Lord Mason had no way of keeping track of where and when any of them had sex... but on the other hand, four hundred thousand dollars was a lot of money, and it was only a month. Thirty days.

It was only thirty days.

Anita didn't normally masturbate - her sex life with Jake was robust and healthy, and kept her completely satisfied. But before they'd met half a decade ago, Anita had been a virgin, and extremely familiar with pleasuring herself.

As she moved one hand back and forth over the light fuzz between her legs, her other hand reached up and clasped her throat. Being choked was a fetish that she'd never been able to bring herself to share with Jake, but just holding her neck as she played with herself was enough to increase her heart rate and get her juices flowing.

Soon, her folds were ready to part, and she slipped a finger between them. She shut her eyes, and thought of her beautiful husband Jake - she imagined him pinning her to the bed, his strong, dominant body above her, controlling her, owning her, taking her...

But to her annoyance, her mind kept flitting back to what she'd seen in Lord Mason's office that morning. Anita had never been interested in women in the slightest - when Megan had come out to her in high school, she'd briefly questioned her own sexuality, but her attraction to men was too strong for her to seriously consider any alternatives.

At that moment, however, she found it difficult to get the image of Bethany's naked body out of her head. She'd looked so full-figured, so womanly - she was everything the female form should be. Huge, full breasts, curves that most women would kill for. Anita hadn't been able to avoid seeing everything as she lay on the desk, fully exposed.

It took a few minutes for Anita to realize that she was stroking her wetness while thinking about another woman's body. She shook her head to clear the images, tightened her grip on her own neck slightly (though not enough to cut off her air supply or leave any marks) and brought her attention back to her husband.

Yes, Jake. He was probably in the other room right now, stroking that long, handsome cock of his, thinking about her. Thinking about how good it felt when she kissed him, when she jerked him off. Thinking about how good it felt when she went down on him, sucked his cock... not like one would go down on a woman. No, that was a totally different procedure.

With a woman like Bethany, who was shaved, it would probably be easier. Jake had never said anything, of course, but when he went down on her (which he did frequently and enthusiastically) he regularly had to stop and remove hairs from his mouth. No, if Anita were to go down on Bethany, there would be no need for that. She could insert two fingers into that beautiful wet cunt, and slowly lick up and down her pussy lips, until her clit came out of its shell and demanded some attention...

Again, Anita had been stroking her clit for several minutes before she realized that she was thinking about Bethany again.

Damn it, she thought. Okay, focus.

Fucking. Though they both loved going down on each other, that was what she and Jake did best. They were just always so in rhythm - she'd frequently joked that it was like his cock was custom-built for her opening.

Getting a cock custom-built was certainly possible. One night, after a few too many glasses of wine, Megan had confessed to her that, though she was as gay as they came, she'd always loved being pounded with a strap-on. Jane was bisexual, and one of her boyfriends had actually given her a custom-made dildo of his cock for a birthday present one year. She'd added it to their repertoire of strap-ons, and even Megan had agreed that it was a pretty magnificent cock.

If she had a strap-on made of Jake's cock, surely it wouldn't be cheating if another woman fucked her with that. After all, it would be him inside of her (in a manner of speaking), even if it was Bethany wearing it, pulling her hair and fucking her with Jake's cock. Long, hard strokes, spanking her, choking her...

Anita had almost reached orgasm when she realized that she'd done it again. Every time she tried to get off, she was thinking about Bethany. As if it wasn't enough that she couldn't fuck her husband, apparently now she couldn't even think about him as she came...

With a sigh, she pulled her hand out of her panties and rolled onto her side. Maybe a good night's sleep would be enough to wipe the images of Bethany's curvy, sweaty, naked body from her mind. She could try again in the morning... with the shower head.

With a smile, Anita fell asleep, her mind filled with images of showering with Bethany and demonstrating for her exactly what the shower head could do...

###

Chapter 3:

"Thanks so much for having us around, Anita."

"Not at all, not at all! It's my pleasure."

"Should we... should we alternate?"

"Fuck that."

"Jane! Language."

"Megan, honey, two things. Firstly, these two have heard me swear before. Secondly, after what we're going to do tonight... after what we're going to do four times a week for the rest of the month, I'm they can cope with a swear word."

"Yes, but...-"

"And thirdly...-"

"I thought you said it was only two things."

"I'm bisexual, my love. You know how fickle we can be. Thirdly, I am not interested in cleaning up for guests twice a week. Are you?"

"... yes, okay. Point made. Do you mind if we just use your place every time, Anita?"

"I'd love that."

"So, is everyone ready?"

"That keen, Jake?"

"Oh god, no! No, I meant coffee."

"I know. I'm just teasing. None for me, thanks."

"Me neither."

"Thanks, my love, but I'm good as well."

"Oh. Well. Uh, in that case... is everyone... ready?"

"This time do you mean..."

"Yeah. Yeah."

"Okay."

"Jane, stop giggling."

"Oh come on, Anita. It's a funny situation."

"Is it?"

"We're about to traipse into your living room, sit on couches with our partners, cover ourselves with blankets, and awkwardly rub genitals for a few minutes."

"Ha!"

"Jake!"

"She's right, hon. It is pretty funny."

"Well, I'm as ready as I'll ever be!"

"Lead the way, Megan."

"Do you... do you have a preference?"

"I'll take the green couch."

"Maybe we should arrange them so that they're, y'know. Facing away from each other."

"Yeah, that's a good idea. Do you want...-"

"No, Jake. I know that we're only women, but Megan and I are capable of moving a couch."

"Okay, okay. No need to burn your bras."

"I'm not wearing a bra."

"..."

"..."

"..."

"What?"

"Nothing, honey. That just seemed to... come out of nowhere."

"It's just you and the girls. It's not like I'm going live on TV and confessing it."

"I, for one, could stand to hear more about this lack of bra situation."

"Jane!"

"What?"

"Inappropriate!"

"Megan, my love, I'm going to remind you for a second time - once we have moved these couches, we are going to sit a few feet away from each other while I caress your genitals, and Jake caresses his wife's. I don't see the harm in talking about Anita's soon-to-be-fondled tits."

"I just thought it would be easier."

"And right you are, Anita. Right you are."

"Honey, how much have you had to drink?"

"I just had one glass. I thought it would... take the edge off a little."

"Megan, take a note. After one glass, Anita is happy to talk about her tits."

"Ha ha ha. Come on, everyone, let's get this over with."

"Honestly, Jake, I didn't think you'd be the one to stop the three-woman tit conversation."

"Reluctant though I am, I don't want to stretch this out any more than we have to. Everyone ready?"

"Ready."

"Let's... let's get fondling."

"..."

"..."

"..."

"..."

"..."

"Everything okay over there?"

"Yes, Anita. My hand, you'll be glad to know, is firmly nestled between Megan's legs."

"Jane!"

"Sorry, love, but it's true. How are things over there?"

"Good, good. Jake's on top of me, and... um..."

"Yeah, we probably don't need to talk while we do this."

"Thank you, Jake."

"..."

"..."

"..."

"When do we know that it's been long enough?"

"Probably not the first time you've heard that, hey Jake?"

"Ha ha ha. Anita's right though; we can probably stop."

"Well done, everyone."

"One down. Fifteen to go?"

"That's right."

"Well, let's hope they're all this awkward."

"Trust me, Megan, they definitely will be."

###

"I can't believe you," Megan grumbled as they drove home.

Jane rolled her eyes.

"Honey, no matter what we do, it's going to be awkward. That's the point. That's exactly what the old perv wants."

"Yes, but you didn't have to...-"

"What? Joke around?"

"Yeah."

Jane smiled, and her hand reached out and rested on Megan's thigh.

"Come on, honey. At least I didn't get drunk and start talking about my tits."

Megan was forced to laugh.

"Yeah, that was... I've never seen Anita acting like that."

"It's a weird situation. I'm not surprised that someone has cracked."

"Still. I'd rather you didn't...-"

Jane interrupted with a smile.

"Is it possible," she said slowly, keeping her voice calm. "That your frustration is stemming from... y'know. Your frustration?"

Megan sighed.

"Yeah," she said, after a reluctant pause. "Yeah."

"Jesus Christ, woman. It's only been two days!"

"I know," Megan said, reaching out and touching Jane's thigh. "Two days too long..."

That night, Megan had just finished tucking herself into bed, when she was surprised by a knock at the door.

"Hey," Jane said, poking her head around the corner. "I brought you something."

Megan managed to catch the small vibrator before it hit the bed.

"Oh?"

"Yeah," Jane said, opening the door to reveal the blue lingerie she was wearing. "I know we can't, y'know... but that doesn't mean we can't fool around."

"Oh?"

"The contract was very clear," the scantily-clad woman purred, slinking into the room and sitting on the end of the bed. "Sexual contact. If I'm sitting all the way over here, and you're all the way over there... that's not contact. That's just two lesbians touching themselves."

A smile slowly spread across Megan's face.

"Oh..."

"And maybe while we do," Jane continued, "I'll happen to talk to you about some fantasies I've had over the years. Nothing wrong with that, is there?"

"Of course not," Megan said, slipping the vibrator between her lips to moisten it. "That's just polite conversation."

"Exactly," Jane smiled. "Now, did I ever tell you the one about the extremely sensible young woman, and the bisexual slut who kept getting her into trouble?"

"No," Megan purred. "But I'm dying to hear how it goes..."

###

Lord Mason DeGraves, to Anita's eyes, seemed to be a man who was extremely hard to shock. And yet, for the second time since she'd met him, the old man looked completely taken aback.

"You mean to tell me..."

"That's right," she said, averting her eyes and staring at the floor. "The night before we signed the contract... my husband and I had sex."

Anita looked up in alarm at the strange noise. It took her a few moments to realize what it was.

The old man was... laughing.

"You mean to say," he cackled, "you're just... you're just coming here and confessing?"

"Yes," she said again, tilting her head to the side in confusion. "I feel terrible. We should never have lied to you; it's been eating me up inside."

For the next few minutes, Lord DeGraves wheezed and spluttered with amusement, as Anita watched. Finally, when he was done, he took a deep breath and sat back in his chair.

"Well," he said, the delighted, wicked grin never leaving his face. "This is a new one."

"What is?"

"I've never had someone actually confess before. That's..."

He paused at the look of confusion on her face.

"Never mind. Young lady, I appreciate you coming in and telling me. That was a bold move."

"It doesn't invalidate the contract, does it?"

"No, no," Lord DeGraves said, waving her concerns away. "No, you'll still get your money. Provided everyone abides by the rules, of course."

"Of course," Anita replied. "No sex without being in the same room as everyone until the end of the month."

A knowing gleam entered the old man's eye, and he pressed a button on his desk.

"Actually," he said, his voice suddenly as soft as silk. "Technically, that's not what the contract says..."

"Oh?"

Bethany entered, wearing a French Maid outfit, and pushing a trolley. On it, Anita could see a pot of tea and a copy of the contract.

"Tea?"

"No, thank you."

"You've been so good," Mason leered. "Maybe..."

Again, he cut himself off.

"No tea, Bethany," he said. Picking up the contract, he handed it to Anita.

"Read clause three."

"Um..."

"I promise," he said gently, "you've done nothing wrong."

Anita cleared her throat.

"Clause three," she read. "A. The undersigned shall not partake in physical sexual contact of any kind with their partner without all four signatories being present. B. The undersigned shall not partake in physical sexual contact of any kind with anyone who is not a signatory or a witness. C..."

"That's enough," the old man interrupted.

"I don't understand," Anita said. "It says that we can't have sex without all four of us being present."

"No," Mason leered. "It says that you can't have sex with your partner without everyone being there."

It took a few seconds for Anita to understand what the billionaire was saying. Her eyes widened, and she re-read clause three of the contract twice more.

"So you're saying..."

The old man remained silent.

"I can only have sex with Jake while Megan and Jane are there, but if I wanted to have sex with them..."

"Or the witnesses," Lord DeGraves cackled, and Anita flipped the page.

There were two witnesses to the contract - Lord Mason DeGraves, and Bethany.

"Oh."

Anita didn't say a word for several minutes, processing the new information. The only sounds in the room were Lord Mason's heavy breathing, and the ruffling of Bethany's French Maid outfit as she crossed and uncrossed her legs.

Finally, the old man broke the silence.

"Well," he said, standing up with a satisfied grunt. "Can't dilly-dally around here all day. Men to see, dogs to discuss. Bethany, I trust you can... take care of Anita?"

When Anita looked up, DeGraves was gone.

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"Come in, come in!"

"Anita! You're in a... good mood."

"Don't worry, I'm not drunk. Sorry about last time, by the way."

"No, no. It's fine. Whatever we can do to get through this, right?"

"Jake's just taking the roast out of the oven, so...-"

"Actually..."

"What?"

"We ate before we came."

"Oh! Oh. I thought this was going to be..."

"It was going to be, but we realized that... well, four times a week. If we make an evening out of it every time, we're never going to get anything else done."

"Okay! Sure. That makes sense. Do you want us to put it in tupperware?"

"No, no. Keep it for yourselves."

"Got it. No problem. So... let's go straight to the lounge-room, shall we?"

"Thanks, Anita. We should have warned you."

"It's absolutely fine. I promise."

"Didn't put the furniture back?"

"Well, no. It's like you said - four times a week! Who wants to do that work every time?"

"So... shall we..."

"Jake! They're here!"

"Hey girls! Dinner is almost...-"

"They already ate, honey."

"Oh! Okay, no problem. Would they like...-"

"Keep them."

"Ah. Well, seems that we'll have leftovers tomorrow."

"Thanks for understanding, Jakey."

"No worries, 'Janey'."

"Please don't call me that."

"I won't if you don't."

"Come on guys, this is already uncomfortable enough. Let's keep it pleasant."

"Sorry, Jake."

"No prob-..."

"...-ey."

"Ha ha ha."

"Sorry. I've just been, y'know. A little on edge."

"Just remember: a hundred thousand dollars. Each."

"Believe me, darling, I think about it every day."

"Same couches as last time?"

"Perfect."

"How has your week been?"

"Good, good."

"You guys... struggling with it at all?"

"Jane!"

"Just asking."

"Not going to lie, it's been tough."

"Anita, have you been struggling?"

"Hmmm?"

"With the... arrangement. Been having a tough time?"

"Oh, no."

"No?"

"Hmm?"

"You're not having any problem with it at all?"

"Jake, honey, don't sound so upset. It's just... it's different for women."

"Not for us, it hasn't been."

"Well, maybe you're right. Maybe I've been having a lot of trouble with it."

"Anita, are you okay?"

"I'm wonderful, thank you. Is everyone ready to begin?"

"Yes."

"Whenever you're ready."

"..."

"..."

"..."

"..."

"..."

"What's that?"

"Uh, nothing. I was just talking to Anita."

"What about?"

"Jane!"

"Megan, my hand is buried in your snatch, and I'm pretty sure that Jake is rubbing his junk against his wife's junk. Is it really crossing the line to make conversation while we do this?"

"Yes!"

"Yeah."

"No, I don't think so."

"Thank you, Anita! What were you guys talking about?"

"I was telling Anita how much I... miss touching her."

"No you weren't, Jake. You were asking why I shaved."

"..."

"..."

"Okay, sorry. You two were right. Let's not chatter while we do they, hey?"

"Thank you, Jane."

"..."

"..."

"..."

"..."

"..."

"..."

"Okay, that's got to be long enough. See you guys tomorrow?"

"Yuuuuup."

"Yeah."

"See you then!"