How Can I Help You?

Nicholas had teased her about finding the kind of bar in San Francisco that made the city famous; a place where sexual preference was irrelevant, gender was mutable, and public displays of everything short of fornication were common.

They settled for Café du Nord, a hip, slightly run-down establishment furnished and lit by more than enough bordello red. The patrons ranged from shy geeks to outrageous performers but the atmosphere held enough mystery to keep Nicholas and Claree there for several drinks.

The tables varied in size, and each had its own arrangement of (formerly) plush seating. As the couple snuggled in a faded rouge Victorian settee, Nicholas whispered into her hair.

"Check out Miss Lonelyhearts over there." He tried to nod in the woman's general direction but with Claree behind him, it took her a few minutes to figure out which woman he meant. When she located the subject of his remarks, though, she knew exactly what he referred to and giggled. The blonde with two wispy streaks of blue to frame her pretty but painted face pouted on her perch at the bar. She caught Nicholas and Claree looking at her but instead of turning away, she held the gaze and let her mouth slide into a mischievous grin.

"Oh, now you've done it," Nicholas teased. "She's noticed us."

"I think she's just noticed you."

"Well, in any event, we're about to get a visitation."

The odd but intriguing woman approached. The slow, studied sway of her walk accentuated the cinched bustier's affect on her slim waist and rounded hips. Her tits nestled firmly into the cups of the garment but with every step she took, they jiggled just enough to communicate their preference for freedom. Hollywood would have considered her overweight but Claree knew that Nicholas would find her on the tasty side of luscious. Claree was surprised to note she shared that opinion.

The woman, who finally arrived after a breathtaking but nearly interminable saunter toward them, pointed to the space on the settee. She raised her eyebrows and pointed to the space. There was room for one more body, so Nicholas gestured that she seat herself next to Claree.

Up close, the woman's skin – from décolletage to hairline – had a dewy, delicate quality that contrasted sharply, almost comically, with the heavy kohl of her eye makeup. She was Heidi in Transylvania. Despite the jarring streaks of blue in her hair and the burgundy slash of color at her mouth, there was a disarming sweetness about her. Her age was hard to pinpoint – Claree guessed somewhere in her early twenties.

Nicholas's arms were still wrapped around Claree as she leaned back into his warm chest, which had become decidedly warmer with the arrival of Goth angel. He extended a hand to the woman, probably to elicit words from her but also because he was an outgoing kind of guy.

"Hi, I'm Nicholas and this is Claree."

She smiled, thereby subtracting yet another five years. "Laura. I think you don't live in San Francisco."

They laughed politely, even though the comment irritated Claree. What was Laura trying to say? That they looked like hicks or something?

"No, we're here from Suisun City."

"I could tell because you look too happy."

"Well, we are," Claree agreed, relieved that her assumption about Laura had been wrong.

"I love that. It really turns me on." Laura's big blue eyes – a disconcerting visual echo of the stripes in her hair – widened earnestly. Her breasts heaved slightly and Claree couldn't help but watch them reassert themselves back into place when the sigh had passed.

"Do you like big tits?" Laura's head tilted and she awaited a response from either Nicholas or Claree or both.

"Yes," they answered in unison, laughing at their timing.

"I'm glad. I like them, too. Yours are nice," she nodded at Claree's formidable pair. Claree blushed, more out of pride than embarrassment. "I have a dildo in my bag. Wouldn't it be fun to use it?"

Claree decided to leave this one up to Nicholas. They'd often talked about a threesome. Well, more of a slave situation, really, but Laura seemed a far cry from a dominatrix, so perhaps this was the opportunity they'd been waiting for.

He turned around to look directly at Claree. The bar's red lights and furnishings cast rich depth to his brown hair and eyes and made his tanned skin appear darker. She read his interest as well as his caution. The angle of his eyebrows told her he needed her encouragement.

"I think we have time, don't we, honey?" Claree asked.

Laura led them to a third-floor walk-up about two blocks away in the Castro neighborhood. Like its owner, the flat spoke of fairy tales, death, sprites, and crucifixes. Turquoise, heart-shaped pillows were strewn below an Edward Gorey print, while a tarantula sat patiently in its terrarium. A Britney Spears compact disc lay on the stereo. Claree imagined Laura's underwear – days of the week scrawled in blood.

Laura took her time lighting candles. As she moved about the room, she told the couple they could get naked if they wanted to.

"As soon as I'm finished here, I'd really like to fuck you both up the ass," she said, as if announcing what ride she planned to enjoy next at Disneyland.

Nicholas and Claree undressed themselves down to underclothes. The cool San Francisco night floated through the room, chilling Claree slightly. She looked over at Nicholas, whose erection was as stiff as her nipples.

"Oh!" Laura exclaimed when she noticed Nicholas's bulge. "Won't you take those off so I can see you?"

Nicholas glanced at Claree, who nodded and grinned. He stepped out of his briefs quickly, revealing all eight glorious inches of compliance.

"And I know you don't want to hide those pretty titties," she smiled at Claree, who instantly unhooked her bra and flung it off happily.

Laura unsnapped her skirt and waited for it to whoosh to the floor at her feet. Then, she kicked the garment aside and knelt before Nicholas. She didn't attempt to remove the bustier. With no fanfare but surprising concentration, she swooped down on his cock. He nearly teetered at the sudden intensity of her sucking.

From where Claree stood in tingling awe, the finesse with which Laura made Nicholas's cock disappear and reappear again between her dark lips was uncannily like the method Claree herself used on him. How did this woman know exactly what he liked? Come to think of it, how did she know they would respond positively to her invitation to anal play?

Nicholas's groans interrupted her musings. As Laura sucked, he thrust himself in and out of her mouth, fucking it in long, deep motions. Seeing him abandon himself to this stranger stirred something in Claree and emboldened her to step toward Laura and stand next to her with her legs in a wide-open V.

Maybe Laura caught her scent. Maybe she couldn't resist unencumbered pussy. Claree willed the young woman's hand to her creaming lips and in seconds, that's exactly where they were. Laura diddled Claree as she sucked Nicholas. The couple watched each other's arousal catapult to a fever pitch – they'd never seen wild-eyed horniness in one another that they hadn't been responsible for.

Claree desperately searched for something to grasp as the throbbing pulse between her legs intensified and rendered her knees useless. Laura's shoulder was closest. The moment she clutched it was the moment the tremors claimed her body. Her shouts filled the room and even as she collapsed in stages beside Laura, her orgasm persisted, twitching and twisting its way to a close. Laura instinctively moved her hand from Claree's cunt to her asshole, spreading the juices from one hole to the other. After several applications of her own natural lubricant, Laura's finger rimmed her asshole, causing Claree to position herself on all fours. Her face was inches from the carpet, which smelled of patchouli and wet dog.

"Prepare to get fucked," Laura said.

Claree had her back to them but knew that if Laura could speak, she was no longer eating Nicholas. So, when his thickness pushed at her ready hole, she grinned and winced with a new wave of pleasure. While he inserted himself past her forgiving sphincter, Laura got up and stood before Claree and Nicholas. The couple fucked and watched Laura strap on the afore-mentioned dildo, which was the same shade of hellish red as her lipstick.

But she was watching them, too, and with every penetration, she stroked her dildo as if it were her very own cock. Her eyes glistened with ethereal delight. Her breathing was shorter, like a man's would be as his balls tightened with excitement.

"How can I help you?" She rasped. The submission in her voice came out in a plaintive purr.

"Fuck me in the ass, like you promised," Nicholas blurted out.

Claree couldn't remember who moved whom in what position, but she found herself on her back, with Nicholas now entering her pussy. Her big tits bumped and jiggled as she absorbed his pounding.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Laura get behind Nicholas, where the man's body now obscured her movements. A minute or so passed, during which he pumped Claree's pussy, ramming himself so deeply inside her that he nearly tickled her spine.

But she knew when Laura's dildo poked its way into his hole. He paused, bit his lip, shut his eyes and stifled a high groan. Once Laura was in – and fucking – he resumed his pumping, matching Laura's rhythm. He'd slam into Claree, Laura would slam into him. Damp skin met and slid against damp skin. Squishing, slippery noises sputtered throughout.

His abdomen tensed and his posture changed. Suddenly, his shoulders were larger. His chest rippled with muscles Claree had never noticed before. Laura's little grunts punctuated every new push up his ass. Claree knew he was close.

He roared when he came but the sound was nothing compared to the colossal pounding he directed into Claree's pussy. He trembled with demonic fervor, and seemed to want to pass that fervor along to his wife. Or was it too much for him to contain and he had to share it, else it destroy him?

Claree came, too, but the intensity of his orgasm blurred with her own and she couldn't distinguish which pulses emanated from him, and which from her.

Laura extracted herself from Nicholas slowly and got to her feet. She walked out of the room while her guests let earthly concerns gradually invade their thoughts. After several minutes, Laura returned, smiling, still wearing only her bustier.

"Take your time recovering. I think I'll just go to bed now, if you don't mind. Just go ahead and let yourselves out when you're ready."

Nicholas's eyes darkened. He looked like he wanted to say something but didn't know how. Laura recognized his hesitation and asked him if everything was all right.

"Oh, yes. Everything is fantastic," he replied. "But, I was, uh, wondering… Do we need to leave you any money?"

Claree hadn't considered the possibility that Laura did this for a living. Or a supplement to a living. She hoped Nicholas's question wouldn't offend her.

Laura smiled. "No, I don't do this for money."

Though her answer seemed to satisfy Nicholas, now it was Claree who was curious. Laura hadn't come at all during the night, which made her voluntary participation all the more mysterious. What was in it for this strange woman with the tarantula roommate?

"So, why do you do it?" Claree ventured.

A beatific grin spread across the semi-goth girl's smeared lipsticked face.

"There are very few lovers out in the world," she said quietly, zipping up her skirt. "They are so rare – like endangered species. When I see people who are happy, I want to experience that happiness, know that kind of love. When I saw the two of you, I knew I could not only fulfill some of your fantasies but satisfy my own need for ecstasy, even for a few seconds." She walked toward the door, then turned to the couple one last time.

"Thank you for letting me inside." She closed the door behind her.

Claree looked at Nicholas, mute with understanding. Laura had gotten inside them in ways they'd never imagined.

The End.

© Sage Vivant and Custom Erotica Source. First appeared in SWING, edited by Sage Vivant, 2003 (Venus Book Club). Used by permission of the author.