City Of Need

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Roxy

12 Hours Later

'Roxy! Over here!' Yells Asher as Noah appears behind him grinning. Fuckkk, they look gorgeous in this light.
I've known these two so long it's easy to forget how good looking they are. But as they stand beside the bar at Hard Candy I notice again the effect they have on any woman in their eye line.

Their characters may be morally grey but their charisma is unquestionable. That, married with the Californian surfer boy look they both wear so well, makes them magnetic. And yet, they are both, perpetually single. And completely lost in London. They begged me to meet them tonight. They have no idea what to do or where to go now that they are out of the State of California.

'Roxy,' Noah hums and holds me tight, 'Thank god for American women. These London girls are so quick to take offense.'

'Shit, Noah, what did you do?' I laugh as he shrugs, all wide eyed innocence and dirty blond hair.

'We don't understand them, Roxy,' Asher moans. 'It's like they have some secret language. Nothing they say is actually what they mean. They are so polite that I can't tell if they adore or abhor us. And even if they like one of us they never like the other one. And you know how we like to share,' he says with a wink.

'Oh I know how you like to share,' I laugh back at them both.

Noah frowns, 'Abhor you? What is that? Like an English saying?'

'Hate me,' explains Asher.

'Oh right, yeah, they hate me too, Roxy. And they keep asking me where I live and if I rent or own my house. As soon as I say I'm saying with friends they high tail it away.'

'Oh boys, you have so much to learn,' I grin. 'And you've been going to all the wrong places if that's what the girls are like.'

'Yeah?' They chorus, looking hopeful.

'You'll be just fine at this club.' I look around at the clientele. Half dressed Londoners in leather and lace. Every one of them ready to play.

It's been two days since my play with Jack and my ass is hues of vivid purple, yellow and green. But still I'm ready to play. It's always good to get over somebody by getting under somebody, and two bodies and preferable to one.

My pussy pulses as I remember the feel of his hand smacking down on my ass. The sound of flesh on flesh so perfect. But he's not for me. He's too perfect. Too good. He's got his life together and he's talented. I can't be the one to sink his ship, it wouldn't be fair.

I'm better off with my kind, and my kind is these two pretty criminals with beautiful bodies and faces like sculptures, that break hearts and minds and move at will. But they can't break mine, because I know them, and because we know how to play.

I lick my lips and Asher catches my look. His eyes glint as he takes in my latex, strapless, mini dress and towering heels.

'Holy fuck, Roxy Wilde. You look good enough to eat!'

Noah catches on to the chemistry shift and runs his eyes over first me, and then Asher. 'Are we gonna play tonight? The three of us? It's been too long.'

I laugh and roll my eyes but neither of them are buying it. We've played together many times and it's always fantastic. Being with two of my kind is much more fun than one.

Asher wraps his hand around my neck and pulls me in for a kiss, as Noah steps behind me, wraps his arm around the two of us, and slowly guides us into the sea of dancers.

God this feels good. I need this. A no strings kind of love, where we'll all still be friends in the morning and nobody needs to be on their best behavior.