My boys, their girl | BDSM, POLYAMORY | |COMPLETED|

First Meeting

She spreads out on her couch and checks the time, 4:36, it reads. Panic sets in and she rushes to her wardrobe. "Fuck Charlotte! You're gonna be late for that client!" Her hands scramble to get the pieces of clothing she needs. Once she has everything, she starts to undress. A short dress that stops mid-thigh is thrown on, her bra abandoned. Heels are slid into just before she rushes out the door. We'll do our makeup there using magic, is her thought.

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"Hi, boss, sorry boss. Is he here?" Her boss, Terrence, sighs, informing her that he is in fact there and getting impatient. Shitshitshit! Whilst using her magic to apply makeup, she's gathering all of her papers.

Charlotte works for a very.. strange company. Their way of getting rich men's money is to bait them using females. The females have three options once they've done their business. One, kill the man, two, take their powers, or three, steal what's in their pockets. The place had gotten away with these for years. How? Connections. The government can't do shit due to the president funding the place. Deaths inside don't matter outside, as nobody knows.

Quickly, she scurried off to their room, 304 as her boss told her. The door had been left open, as one of her co-workers had been sent in to keep them entertained. When she walked in the woman walked out, quickly whispering "Careful, I don't trust these guys one bit."

Once Charlotte got a look at the three men, she instantly knew what she meant. One of them was a very old man, he was the one signing the contract tonight. He had a beer-belly and barely any hair on the top of his head. The aura that surrounded him was dark and gave you uncomfortable vibes. Definitely a pedophile and just a creep in general.

However, the other two men made Charlotte mentally gasp. The smaller one had soft-looking hair that stopped at the bridge of his nose. Just barely you could see his different colored eyes. One is red whilst the other is purple. His lips looked soft as well as his skin. Accompanying his lips are snake bites which fit him very well. He was absolutely gorgeous in Charlotte's eyes. She wanted nothing more, but to straddle him and kiss him.

The other man gave Charlotte goosebumps, but not the bad kind, the kind that made you intimidated. His aura told you immediately that he was a dominant. He has short hair that's very blonde; almost white. His eyes are sharp pointed and makes it very hard to read him. This man was definitely the type to make her fold.

Charlotte snapped out of their looks and into her work mindset, but she couldn't deny they were very hot and a foursome with between them, Vince, and her would be very enjoyable. She stepped in further and put the folder down in front of the old man, who was eyeing her intensely.

The man pats the seat next to him, as the other two were sat on another couch. Charlotte bit her hatred for him back and put on a face, sitting where he motioned.

"What's your name, doll?" He smirks after licking his teeth. She slides her hand to his and leans into his ear. "Charlotte, but doll or darling is fine." Her face is grabbed and his lips attack hers. "Perfect." The man purrs. "Eric, but I wouldn't mind sir."

Ugh.. gross. "Sir it is. Now can I get you some drinks?" Charlotte questions. "Beer for me, doll." She nods and looks to the other two. "Whiskey for me, water for him. Thank you." The scary one responds.

Charlotte gets up, slowly moving her hand off his in a seductive tone, and leaves the room just as she walked in.

Ew ew ew. Why am I dealing with him. Ugh I hate my job. I always get the uglies. The two though.. they're pretty cute. I'd totally peg the one. Okay, focus Charlotte, I'm pretty sure they're demons anyways. They're always assholes. Just as long as they're not vampires, we're fine. Let's get the drinks, have him sign the contact, and leave. Hate giving old men their last enjoyment before they sell their soul.