Trois

Sometimes having only one man isn't enough. Trois gives you three duo encounters with Training Raelene, Scissors & Fruit and Degraded: In The Car.

Here's an excerpt from Degraded: In The Car -

As we walk out of my apartment and into the elevator you slide your arm through mine and I’m appalled - indeed, pleasantly so - at how disgustingly easy it was to manipulate you into doing whatever deviant sexual act I chose for you to do this night and the last.

You smile at me, you laugh, you flirt, thinking that you have finally found a man that you can actually like, and one who might actually like you in return, totally oblivious to the fact that I am the type of man that you seek desperately not to attract. I am a man and you are only a woman and I treat you - or perhaps better said, mis-treat you - the way that nature intended a man to treat a woman.

My friend is the one who first told me about you. Laughing over drinks he described how pathetically desperate you were for a date.

What exactly did he do to you that night? My friend laughed, and I admit that at first I was repulsed, to think that a man would actually treat a woman the way that he treated you.

You. When you told me the story of what he did to you, your version was even more amusing than his. ‘Pumped you and dumped you’ was the phrase that you’d used, so aptly describing the way he’d knocked you up after your pathetic one-night stand. Funnier, maybe not to you but certainly to me, was how deftly he avoided any contact with you once you discovered that he’d gotten you pregnant.

I push the ‘L’ button in the elevator. We begin our descent to the lobby while I listen with one ear as you rattle on about one thing or the other.

When you finished your story you vainly attempted to regain some modicum of self respect, wanting my assurance that you didn’t come across as a total slut, and that I didn’t think you were raising your daughter to be one either. Remorse looks so good on your face and your need for my reassurance was precisely what I had wanted, so of course I lied to you, telling you that what you did as a teenager was perfectly normal, that you were simply going through an experimental stage and that it’s just part of growing up. Then, because I knew what I had in store for you this evening, I told you that sexual experimentation is nothing to be embarrassed about, that it’s part of our everyday lives.

We walk through the lobby, past my doorman and we trade winks. He is used to various women coming and going from my apartment and I pay him very well should a female visitor that I bring back misbehave or disobey and need to be reoved from my apartment. He lives vicariously through my stories of gratuitous sex with multiple partners and he particularly enjoyed the story I told him of what I did to you, last night.