"So-ha- that's… that's it?" Janna asked breathlessly as she smashed her hips against Marco's, skewering herself on his cock.
"Nah, we went at it again like a second after. Till like, the next morning. Then she portaled me back to San Fran and I caught my flight just in time." Marco answered, resting one hand behind his head while his other arm was around Jackie's shoulder.
"Sure kept ya up all night huh?" Softly spoke Jackie. Her eyes fluttered as if threatening to close shut. She had her literal fill of Marco, as evidenced by his seed running down her thighs and opted to let Janna have whatever the man had left.
"Yeah. Not unlike you two." Marco smiled, his composure unyielding, even in the face of imminent orgasm.
"Was… was she better than us?" Janna asked curiously.
"Hmm." Marco rubbed his faintly bearded chin in thought, searching for an honest yet inoffensive answer.
"Well, she's got wayyy more stamina and like, can get even tighter. But better? That's a tough call."
"Aww, you're just being nice." Jackie giggled.
"I mean c'mon dude. You even said that she's not even from Earth." Janna added, trying to hide her jealousy. "Of course me and Jackie can't compete."
"Don't say that." A slight sting struck Marco's heart upon hearing Janna's self deprecating words.
Janna yelped when Marco suddenly stood straight up and wrested control away from her. With a hand under her ass and one behind her head, Marco thrust into her with all he had left offering no quarter or mercy to her womb.
"You ready for this Jan? Last one for the night." Marco spoke through grit teeth, feeling that telltale aching in his loins.
"Then ya better make it a good one, Big Man." Janna tried meeting him halfway but couldn't keep up, once again letting him have all the control he desired. But she did manage to steal his lips into hers and capture his tongue.
With a hard grunt and a deep thrust, released his final batch of seed for the night right into Janna's waiting womb, mingling with what Marco had already given her earlier that night. The distention in her belly had grown slightly larger as the man pumped shot after shot into the girl's belly.
"Whew." Janna fell limply onto the mattress. When the back of her head met with a pillow that lay next to Marco's, she wiped all the sweat off her forehead.
"Six. Six rounds." Janna said, with fatigue in her voice.
"Each." Jackie quietly added before yawning.
"That's our Big Man Marco." Janna chuckled.
"Hey." Marco firmly called out before scooping each girl into his strong, muscular arms. Each girl gasped in surprise as they suddenly found themselves using their lover's broad shoulders as pillows.
"I don't ever wanna hear either of you talk badly about yourselves ever again. Understand?"
He planted a kiss on each of their foreheads, deriving blushes from the both of them, though Janna tried hiding hers by turning her face away.
"No matter what happens, you two will always be my girls."
"Man stop with that mushy stuff, we just fucked." Said Janna as she desperately tried to avoid his gaze and hide her blossoming smile.
"Aww, I love it though." Jackie beamed, reciprocating his kiss with one on his cheek.
"Ugh, I'm going to bed." Janna turned her back to her partners, shifting a little further away but still within arm's reach of Marco.
Meanwhile Jackie clutched closer to Marco, resting her head on his pec as she tried to wrap her arm around as much of his huge torso as she could.
"G'night girls." Marco sighed, closing his eyes.
"Night." Whispered Jackie.
"Mmmrrr." Janna grumbled.
Morning rolled in several hours later. Sunlight crept into the room, its gentle heat awakening Marco. The girls were still sound asleep in his arms.
Marco had enough experience to know how to sneak his way out of bed while sharing it with a woman or two. Like a pair of buff snakes, his arms slithered from beneath the girls, then his palms caught their heads and laid them gently on their own pillows. Neither of them stirred whatsoever. Then Marco slowly crawled down his bed without making the springs creak despite his size. Softly planting his feet onto the floor, he slowly padded his way to the door.
"Bacon and Waffles sounds good, don'tcha think, Marco?"
Marco stopped dead in his tracks when Janna's voice hit his ears, quiet but clear. He turned around to see her still in the same position as before.
"We'll-" Janna cut herself off with a yawn. "-join ya in a bit. Still in Saturday sleep-in mode, y'know."
Janna waved Marco off. He rolled his eyes before walking out the door.
It was 7:30am, just in time for his daily morning routine. He went to the bathroom to shower, then brush his teeth. Afterwards, he went down to the kitchen to cook himself and the girls some breakfast. A ground beef and potato omelet for himself, bacon and waffles for Janna, and sausage and hash brown patties with a side of toast for Jackie. He also brewed some coffee for himself and Janna.
Marco's lips were a hair's width away from his coffee when the doorbell rang. Not expecting any visitors at this hour, he gave an annoyed grunt as he got up from the table.
He was expecting, the moment he opened the door, to be greeted by either one of those door to door salesmen or a girl scout selling cookies. He always welcomed the latter with open arms because Tagalongs and Samoas were a weakness of his.
It turned out one of his assumptions was half right. There was a girl at his front door but she wasn't wearing a girl scout uniform nor was she pulling a wagon full of cookie boxes. She was a lean, fair skinned brunette with dark bowl-cut hair, wearing a yellow t-shirt and jeans. She looked to be around Jackie and Janna's age and height and most likely went to the same school.
"Mornin' there, Mr. Diaz." She greeted Marco with a closed mouth smile. "Or should I call you Marco?"
"Uh, Marco's fine, I guess." The man scratched his five o' clock shadow. "May I help you?"
The girl had a glint in her black eyes as she spoke. "My name's Chantal and I'm a friend of Brittney Wong. I'm sure you've heard of her.
"Brittney Wong. Brittney Wong…" Leaning against his door frame and crossing his arms, Marco's fingers tapped his bicep as he ponderously muttered the name.
"Ah wait. I think I remember." Marco stood straight up, his face looking more stern.
"Pretty sure she told my little sister that she 'wasn't cut out for cheerleading because she's a fat cow.' Yeah, that Wong girl should thank me for talking Mari out of breaking her legs after school."
"O-oh." The visitor looked rather pale at those words.
Then she cleared her throat and regained her composure. "Well uh. I had no idea she did that. But uh, besides that-"
Chantal reached behind her back before bringing out a lavender colored envelope and extending it towards Marco. A pair of shimmering golden ribbons wrapped around the envelope, crossing each other in an "X" formation while a circular red wax seal with the letter "W" molded into stood out at the very center.
"Uh, what's this?"
"An invitation. To Brittney's birthday party tomorrow."
"Um." Marco brought the envelope to his face, cocking an eyebrow.
Then he handed the envelope back. "I appreciate your friend's sudden change of heart, but you might've gotten the wrong address. My sister lives a couple streets away."
"Oh, but this isn't for her, Marco." Chantal said.
"It's for you."
Marco's eyes jumped from the envelope to Chantal and back to the envelope, then back to Chantal. To say the least, his morning had only gotten more confusing with each second.
"Excuse me?"
"Oh, you heard right. That invitation is for you. As a VIP."
"Uhh. Okay? And why am I getting this?" Marco scratched his head, unable to fathom why he'd be invited to some rich teenage girl's party.
"Let's just say Brit has a certain kinda… interest in you."
"And why's that? We've never even met."
"No. No you haven't." Chantal shook her head. "By the way, how're Jackie and Janna?"
His heart sped up the moment they were mentioned. His mouth became dry. Oh shit, he thought. She couldn't possibly know they were in his house right now, could she? No, of course not, Marco rationaled. It was just a simple question. Came out of nowhere, but simple. He was just overthinking things is all.
"They're… fine I guess?" Marco answered, feigning confusion. "Dunno why you're asking me, they're my sister's friends."
Chantal was worryingly silent. Rather than respond, she gave Marco a tense, yet neutral look. He could faintly see her eyes subtly darting about like she was searching for implications between every faint wrinkle on his face.
Then her lips curled into the smallest of smiles. It alarmed Marco that he couldn't tell whether she totally bought it or saw right through him.
"Okay. Well, I hope I'll see ya at Brit's party." She said brightly before turning on her heels to walk away.
Marco felt like he narrowly avoided a car crash. With a sigh of relief and exasperation, he too turned around to go back inside.
"By the way," Chantal's voice carried through the nearly closed front door, stopping Marco from shutting it completely. Through the narrow crack, he could see she still had her back towards him.
"I hope you're having a blast at the Lucky Wing and the Honeypot."
Marco nearly tore his door off his hinges with how reflexively he swung it wide open. He took one step forward, on the verge of running towards the girl before forcing himself to stay where he was. He knew he couldn't react so drastically, for that could prove her right. Maybe it was futile to deny it, but Marco had to respond the best he could anyways.
"What are you talking about?." He spoke with faltering certainty.
Then Chantal stopped in her tracks, turned around and gave Marco a heart-stopping grin.
Oh, she sees right through him, alright.
Then she kept on walking. Marco kept his eyes on her before she went completely out of view.
As soon as he closed the door behind him, he leaned against it, sighing and panting, already feeling as drained as he did the previous night when he came home from that MMA tournament. He clutched the invitation to his chest, his fist crumpling it up.
Every step back to the kitchen table was heavy. Breakfast felt like it would be his last. He should've known his frequent visits to those places would bite him in the ass down the line.
He brightened somewhat seeing Jackie and Janna at the table, eating the breakfast he made for them while wearing nothing but their panties. Only after a few weeks had they become this casual around him.
As soon as he sat down, he didn't have his breakfast immediately. He held the invitation in his hands and looked at it like it was an eviction notice.
"Marco, you good?" Asked Jackie, worriedly.
"I'm… not sure." Marco answered dismally.
"Who came knockin'?" Janna asked with a mouthful of waffles and bacon.
"Um. It was uhh. You guys know a girl named Chantal?"
"Mmm." With a fork in her mouth, Janna nodded, before pulling it out to speak. "Yeah, she's part of Brittney's Slut Squad. The heck did she want with you?"
"This, apparently." Marco handed the wrinkled lavender envelope to Janna.
One look and Janna's eyes suddenly bugged out as she nearly choked while swallowing so much food at once. Her alarmed black eyes made fast laps on the envelope before darting to Marco.
"Dude… you're invited to Brittney's Birthday party? As a VIP?" Janna asked as if Marco was sentenced to death. "
"I… guess? I still dunno why, though."
"Oh shit, no way!" Jackie laughed.
"I don't see what the big deal is." Marco shrugged. "Cause she's got the richest family in town or something?"
"Ehh, a bit more than that, actually."
Grabbing a knife from the table, Janna tore into the envelope before pulling out a bright pink piece of paper neatly folded in it. She gave it a read, raised an eyebrow and immediately handed it to Marco.
"Here. Take a look."
Marco pulled out a pair of reading glasses. The paper itself felt thicker than your average printer sheet and the message was written in what looked like dark gold glittery ink. Yup, this was definitely made by a spoiled rich girl.
Congratulations! Upon receiving this letter, you, the most fortunate recipient, have been deemed worthy enough by the esteemed Brittney Wong to be invited to her Fourteenth Birthday Party this coming Sunday. On top of that, you have also been chosen as a VIP. What this entails will be revealed to you once you've reached the attached address. Just know that Miss Wong has great plans for you and you should feel proud knowing you'll tread where all have dreamed of and few have ever reached. Carry this pride as well as this envelope and letter with you when you arrive.
"We shall see you soon." Marco read the last line, then shrugged.
"Y'know. Now that you bring her up." Janna stabbed a piece of her waffles. Lifting her fork, she waved it in the air as she spoke. "These past few weeks I've been seein' Chantal wanderin' around town handing out invites."
"Uh-huh?" Marco listened as he munched on his own breakfast.
"Same." Jackie added. "And a few of them had the same kinda seal like the one on yours."
"Doesn't every invitation have one?"
Jackie shook her head. "Nah. The ones that Brittney handed out herself to other students at school didn't have that fancy seal on it. But Chantal, from what we saw, is the only one handing out those 'VIP' invites."
"And y'know what?" Janna gulped some bacon before continuing. "Every person that got em were just like you."
Marco's brows converged in confusion. "Just like me?"
"Y'know. Older, attractive, sometimes buff dudes."
"Man, I've even seen that chick give those special invites to a few teachers, too." Said Jackie with a judgemental tinge to her tone.
"So what could it all mean?" Marco asked before sipping his coffee.
Janna and Jackie exchanged uncertain looks before turning to Marco.
"Well," Janna began. "for the past few years, I've heard some… dirty things about Brit's parties."
"Oh." Marco's eyes widened slightly. He felt like further explanation wasn't needed after hearing that.
"Me n' Janna aren't the only ones at school with a 'Night Hustle' if y'know what I mean." Explained Jackie. "It's kind of an open secret that Brit pimps out her cheerleaders."
Janna nodded in confirmation. "Yup. I've even seen a few of 'em at the Lucky Wing."
"Shit, don't tell me…" Marco whispered gravely, his head hung over his plate.
"Somethin' eatin' ya, Big Guy?" Asked Jackie as she put a hand on his shoulder.
"Um." There was a reluctant edge to his voice.
"Chantal told me that...she hoped that I've been…'having a blast at the Lucky Wing and Honeypot'."
Marco raised his head to meet a pair of wide eyes that stuck to him for a bit before facing each other.
"She knows." Said Janna to Jackie.
"Mmhmm." Jackie answered with a mouth full of hash browns.
"Welp. Guess it was bound to happen at some point." Janna shrugged nonchalantly.
"You guys aren't worried?" Marco said, surprised by the somewhat lukewarm reception. "What if she uses that against me somehow to force me to come to her party?"
"Relax, nothing's gonna happen to you." Jackie said with her usually calm demeanor. "If Brit wants something or someone, she's not gonna do anything to ruin her own chances in getting it."
Janna nodded. "She's a two faced bitch, but she's also smart. She's not gonna screw her hustle and turn away potential customers. Threatening clients into buying and using her 'services' isn't good for business, especially considering the uh… underground nature of it."
"So… I don't have to worry about blackmail?"
"Nope. But it means that Brittney has her eyes on you and she'll do everything in the book to get ya."
"But what I still don't get is, why me?"
"Well, your recent 'acquired taste' for one." Janna smiled slyly at Marco, who leered at her heatedly in return.
"Let's go back to what Chantal said about you seein' me and Janna." Jackie brought the convo back on track. "Remind me how often you visit us at work every week.
Marco thought for a moment. "Basically like, every other weekday and every day on weekends."
Jackie pointed her fork towards Marco. "Exactly. Even my regulars only come to see me like a handful of times every couple-a weeks."
"Same." Added Janna. "And even if they wanted to see me more often, their wallets couldn't handle it."
"Okay, so they know I see you two a lot. And?"
"Aaaand. What Brit and her Bitch Battalion doesn't know is that you haven't given either of us a single cent since we started this relationship."
Marco rubbed his chin as he thought over Janna's words. Yes it was true that he's been visiting them a lot lately. His "more than a client" relationship with them had a lot to do with that, especially since it didn't cost him anything except time, gas money and the occasional food delivery.
"Oh!" Marco gasped in realization.
"She thinks I'm loaded." Marco pinched the bridge of his nose before his fingertips rubbed over his eyelids.
"In more ways than one, I might add." Janna chuckled, her comment drawing Marco's cold glare.
"Okay so, what does this hafta do with me going to the party?"
"A couple guesses." Jackie leaned forward in her seat. "Either you're gonna be the 'entertainment' for some of her friends…"
"...or be there to sample her girls for free on a special day." Janna added. "And when she thinks you're happy with their 'services' that's when she'll swoop in and boom! Her filthy mitts are all over your wallet. Like me."
"Or it could be an 'us' situation where she just wants to ride the D-iaz." Jackie smiled as she mentioned that alternative.
"Eh, that too."
"So what should I do then? Just take the invite and go there?"
Both girls shrugged.
"Ya don't have to, y'know." Janna said. "You could just tell her or Chantal you're not coming."
"And you don't hafta take our word for why she's suddenly inviting you." Spoke Jackie. "It's all just speculation based on what's been happening recently."
After looking at and reading through the invitation letter over and over, a heart attack inducing thought came over him. His jaw slightly dropped and his slightly darkened skin went pale.
"Girls… please don't tell me Mariposa got an invite, too." Marco's voice was soft and desperate, like he had just heard a loved one pass away.
Janna and Jackie's eyes flitted toward one another for a split second, leaving a very brief but noticeable silence which Janna broke almost immediately.
"Relax, Brit doesn't even like Mari, so she didn't get one. I didn't either."
Marco leaned back on his chair and let out the heaviest sigh of relief as he felt like a weight he just realized he was carrying was instantly shrugged off his shoulders.
"I got one, actually." Jackie said. "But I'm not going this year."
"This year?" Marco asked with raised brow.
"Yeah, let's not get into it, okay?" Jackie said curtly, being loud and clear on how much she wanted to change the subject.
The briefly uncharacteristic response startled Marco for a second. Jackie's usually shimmering gaze was hard as stone as it focused on her half empty plate of food. Marco wanted to say something before shutting his mouth completely and letting his curiosity go, opting to save it for a different time.
"Fine."
Breakfast continued and the three got off the subject of Brittney's party for the time being. After cleaning the table and the dishes, the girls, still topless and pantless, offered Marco to join them in the shower.
"Nah, I already showered earlier." He said as he wiped his countertop with a dish rag.
"Ya sure?" Janna leaned forward hard enough that her bare breasts wobbled, drawing Marco's eyes.
"Uhhh, yeah. Totally." Marco answered, clearly distracted and failing to convince even himself.
"Suit yourself." Jackie said, before throwing an arm over Janna's shoulder and leading her out of the kitchen.
The girls swayed their hips in that tantalizing way that always held Marco's gaze prisoner, knowing full well they were capable of doing exactly that. Then Janna slapped Jackie across her butt cheek, making her giggle and her ass jiggle.
Their little giggles which turned into boisterous laughter faded as they went deeper into the house until their voices became distant echoes that Marco could just barely hear.
Marco just kept staring at where they used to be, thinking to himself how happy he was being with those girls. He supposed this was what he was missing every weekend morning. At least one lover to cook for as well as eat, talk and laugh with at the table.
And last but not least, someone to go a few or several rounds with in the morning.
"Nothing's wrong with bein' a little extra clean." Marco tossed the dish rag over his shoulder and headed back to the bathroom, where the girls waited for him. He thanked his lucky stars he wasn't working that day.