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they lay with me. I liked to watch them.
    That was all the light the small room needed anyway. The bed took up most of the room, the very large bed. It would easily fit two girls.
    “He’s cute,” one of them said to the other. They were now looking at me. “What do you think?”
    The other one smiled a little.
    “Please have a seat.” I purposefully didn’t specify where. If they chose the little wooden chair along the wall, they needed a little time to work into more, some conversation and a lot of flirting. If they sat on the bed, they were ready for me to make a more aggressive move.
    “No, not yet,” the first one said. She was very blonde—I wondered if it continued everywhere. The other one had short dark hair.
    I tilted my head at her response, more a curious gesture than rebuking.
    “We’re still deciding,” the blonde said as she looked at me up and down. She would’ve been cute if she wasn’t so damn smiley and perky.
    “And what are you deciding?” I said. Missionary or doggy style didn’t usually take this much thought.
    “Whether I like guys,” the brunette said.
    The corner of my mouth curved. “You’re lesbians.”
    “Well, I’m bi,” the blonde said.
    The brunette began to circle me as if she was examining a thoroughbred. “And I’m deciding.”
    “You’ve never been with a man,” I said.
    “I’ve had a penis, just not one attached.”
    “Dildos don’t count.”
    She walked around the other side of me. “Why’s that?”
    I made eye contact. “I’ll show you.”
    She raised her eyebrow and pursed her lips.
    “Would a blow-up doll do it for you?” I said. “The dildo is nothing but the counterpart to the blow-up doll.”
    “I don’t know. They’re pretty fun.”
    I smiled slyly with half my mouth.
    “What would you say if we decided not to sleep with you?”
    “You paid me,” I said, “a large sum of money.” I cocked my head toward the blonde. “And I’m guessing your friend is hungry for some cock.”
    The blonde giggled.
    “You seem to be confident,” the brunette said.
    I moved closer, barely not touching. “My job is to fuck women and make them squeal with pleasure. I take pride in my work.”
    The blonde dragged her fingers down my shoulder and bicep.
    “You think you can make me squeal?” the brunette said.
    I leaned closer and murmured, “Yes.”
    She didn’t’ step back. I saw in her eyes she wanted me to make a move. She was definitely bisexual. Now to prove it to her.
    Slowly, I leaned even closer. Her breath was warm.
    My lips touched hers once softly. Then again. Her lips moved with mine, and then I slipped my tongue into her mouth. She sighed.
    I stopped the kiss.
    She leaned into me.
    I didn’t kiss her, didn’t touch her.
    “Do you want me to fuck you?” I murmured.
    She said nothing, hands now on my chest.
    I waited.
    “Yes,” she whispered.
    “Undress.”
    She hesitated, and I maintained eye contact. She lifted her shirt off and then unhooked her bra. I watched as her clothes fell to the ground.
    She stood before me nude. Her friend smiled a little as she looked.
    I glanced at the blonde. “You too.”
    She began undressing.
    “Go lie down,” I said to both of them.
    They held hands as they went over to the bed. They slipped into the sheets, and I moved closer. Watching lesbians was almost as fun as foreplay.
    They looked at me. I just watched.
    The brunette seemed to get the idea first. She touched her lips to the blonde’s.
    Their breasts rubbed against each other. Their manicured fingers smoothed over each other’s skin. They breathed heavily. The brunette trailed lower and suckled the blonde’s breast. She watched me out of the corner of her eye.
    I unzipped my pants and slipped them off.
    They stopped, and the brunette sat up to let me slide into bed between them.
    The blonde claimed my lips, and the brunette touched me, my lower abs, my hips. Then, lightly, she touched my penis with her fingertips. I managed to keep