Threesome

Chapter Two

Shante in mm. For some reason I picture her as Tahiry.

Shante

Waking up next to Shantell in the morning is the best feeling in the world. With her natural bobbed hair spread out behind her she looks like an angel. Quietly without waking her I slip underneath the cover and in between her thick thighs. Gently pulling her panties to the side, I suck each one of her fat lower lips into my mouth. She instantly starts to squirm.

"Mm, baby,"she moans grinding her self into my mouth.

I quicken the pace of my tongue against her clit and insert a finger into her now soaking slit. Soon her inner muscles begin to clench around my finger as her orgasm rises closer to the surface.

"Oh shit bae!" She screams as she comes in my mouth and I happily lick it all up.

Shantell

Damn. Is all I can think when Shante comes from underneath the covers smiling. After all these years she still makes my toes curl.

"Well, good morning to you too."

"Good morning," she replies with a kiss."Time to get up."

"Let's stay in bed a little longer," I try to convince her."I wanna return the favor."

"Nope, not enough time ," Shante stands up flashing me her fat ass and thick thighs in those little ass boy shorts.

"Well, you better stop teasing me before I lock us in here for the rest of the morning."

I hear her laughing going down the hall.

Two hours later we're stepping into the lobby of Gomez Modeling.

"Damn Shan, I thought Tiara said this was a small, amateur agency. This damn place is huge."

"That's what she said."I reply admiring the inside of the twenty story building.

I walk to the receptionist desk and give him our names for our interview. But the nigga can't keep his eyes off my titties.

"Which floor?" Shante snaps breaking him from his daze.

"Um...twentieth floor. Mr.Gomez holds all of the interviews." He finally stutters out.

Shante

"He looking at yo ass," Shan tells me while giggling as we walk towards the elevator.

See Shantell and I were dressed to kill. Her in her black, backless bodycon dress with the sides cut out. And me in the matching red dress and both of us wearing out signature red bottoms. Shantell was rocking her bob while I had in some twenty inch tracks. Needless to say we were both killing it.

As we step onto the elevator and turn around sure enough his eyes were glued to where I was just standing. I repeatedly press the button trynna hurry and get the doors to close. Once the journey to the top floor begins I notice Shan fidgeting.

"I'm nervous Tae. This looks like a well known company. What if they don't like us?"

"What's not to like? We both fine as hell. It'll be okay," I reassure her.

Stepping out onto the last floor we're caught in awe. The whole space looks immaculately decorated. A sleek black and white theme with a view over looking Miami has us stuck.

"You must be Shante Porter and Shantell Davis."

I turn around and notice a woman sitting at a desk I didn't see at first.

"Yes, we're here for an interview," Shantell tells her.

"Right this way."

She leads us to some double doors and pushes them open.

There's a huge desk with someone sitting with the back of their chair to us.

"They're here Mr.Gomez." The woman announces.

"Thank you Tracy,"comes the reply from the sexiest voice I've ever heard. I look over to Shante and she's obviously thinking the same.

The doors behind us close and the most beautiful man I've ever seen swings his chair around to face us.