1. Happy Endings


    Date: 10/11/2014, Categories: Group Sex, Author: henrygatewood, Rating: 2, Source: LushStories

    fairytale evening,” he said, raising his glass. “Indeed,” she said, smiling thinly. She waved her glass vaguely towards his, brought it to her mouth and then stopped with the drink centimetres from her full, red lips. She waited until he was taking a sip before adding: “With a happy ending, no doubt.” He either didn’t get the reference or controlled his reaction well (the former, she suspected) because he did not cough and splutter and spit whisky all over her dress, thus depriving her of a genuine excuse to be annoyed with him. She could of course simply tell him to piss off, but that would be - to use her father’s phrase - unseemly . Certainly inelegant, she conceded, and she was a princess tonight so it would be elegance all the fucking way. The door behind the bar opened again, and Ren came out. “Kerry?” she called. The blonde barmaid, who'd been leaning against the rear counter looking bored, shoved herself upright with her elbows and turned to look at Ren. “Harvey’s just arrived with the Roederer for tomorrow. He needs a hand.” “Oh,” said Kerry. “I’ll go. Thanks Ren.” Interesting , thought Myr, watching the way Kerry’s face flushed as she all but ran out through the door. Ren watched her go with a thoughtful look on her face, smiled nervously at Myr and then busied herself with a cloth, redundantly wiping the already-gleaming surfaces beneath the large mirror. Myr watched the woman’s reflection, noting the distracted expression on her face. Myr’s well-honed intuition ...
    kicked in. Somebody, somewhere, was about to fuck. That sounded much more interesting than the evening she was currently having, and she made up her mind to get involved. She turned to her prince and smiled resignedly. “Look, Chester,” she said. “I know where you think this is going. I’m a princess, you’re a prince, it’s Valentine’s day - clearly you hope that your gallantry will win my heart. Or some mildly associated organ at least.” “I, er, well...” he began, blushing. “But in all the stories,” she cut him off, “the prince completes a quest before he gets the girl, correct? He kills the dragon, ogre, tax-collector, whatever it might be, and somehow this insipid act of violence melts the heart - or other aforementioned organs - of the hapless princess. I don’t see any dragons around here, do you?” “Well, no...” “Quite,” she said. “And to be honest I’m really not the sort of girl who fancies being romantically whisked away so that her beau can claim the kingdom and leave his pampered queen in the north tower polishing her unicorn all day.” “But...” “What would really interest me,” she went on, lowering her voice, “is an evening that was about more than just the prince and princess.” The boy looked confused for a moment, then suddenly got it. “Oh, er,” he stammered, “you mean, um...” “Yes,” she said, teasing the syllable out slowly. “I think it would be much more interesting if the royal couple got a friend involved. Don’t you?” The boy’s mouth opened and closed a few times. ...
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