The Stagers (2 page)

“This is your new apprentice?”

“Something like that.”

“What’s her story?”

“Recently divorced, looking to make a new start away from New Jersey. Didn’t want to keep running into her ex and his new wife, her stepsister.” Lyle gave him a shoulder shrug. “It takes all kinds.”

“She didn’t like sharing her husband?”

“No. I think it had something to do with the baby they had together that was the final straw.”

“Ouch,” Van whispered, not wanting her to hear as she approached.

“Yeah, it was a good time for her to make a new start. She had good references, and she has a symmetry about her designs that’s different from our approach.”

“You like her?”

“Yeah, I do. She’s smart and funny, not into socializing yet, but she’s good at what she does. She can imagine the bigger picture without much input.”

“How did she do on the condo in Fort Lauderdale?”

“Great. She went minimalist there. The place sold in a week and in this economy. She’s good at what she does.”

“And did she do you, too?”

“No. She still seems leery of commitment with people in general. As her new boss, I’m not pushing. I suppose if I were in her situation, I’d want some time alone, too. But I have high hopes I’ll lay her one day.”

“You have hopes of laying anyone you see, every day.” Van laughed at his own joke, knowing it was reasonably accurate. He accepted Lyle’s frown but didn’t comment further. “From this distance, she doesn’t look too bad.” Van craned his neck to the left to get a better view of the woman walking toward them, reinforcing it was the woman from the deli. “Ya know,” he added, shifting his weight on his heels as he studied her, “full, firm rack and toned legs from what I can see. Maybe a hot pussy and full tits will bring me out of this winter doldrums”

“It couldn’t hurt.” Lyle gave Van a quick glance up and down. “I’m willing to help any way I can, you know that.”

“Yeah, I know.”

“But you’re bored, right?”

“More like antsy.” The fingers on his left hand rose and shifted the collar on his shirt.

“Maybe we could show her a different side to sex.” Lyle hesitated, seeming to mull over his own words. “Just as sex, without the attachments and all the emotional bullshit.”

“I thought you’d never ask,” Van answered a bit too quickly.

“You’ve already got this planned out in your mind, don’t you? You’re a handful, Van, in more ways than one.” He scanned the warehouse for other people watching and didn’t see any.

“What were you picturing, a tag team?”

“Don’t be absurd, Van. I was thinking horny, hot, and tawdry. Let’s just show the lady a good time and let it develop naturally. Why not let her set the dynamics? After all, she is supposed to be a home stager. Let’s see if her talents flow over into other departments.”

“Other departments? I’ll give you this. If she’s interested, I am, too. You gonna be pissed if she turns out to be a one-man woman and it isn’t you?” Van questioned.

“I’m there already. I figure you could get her relaxed, and we’ll see if she’s interested in adding me in.” He gave Van a wink. “It’s probably the best shot I’ll get with her. Being the boss and all, it will be much more natural for me to join you two than to hit directly on her.”

“All right, maybe with a hint of suggestion.” Lyle smiled brightly.

“Ahh, here she is now.” Lyle walked to meet her and help maneuver the dolly to the center where they stood.

“I asked the crew to oil these wheels a week ago, Lyle. It seems I don’t have much pull around here. Would you ask them to do it before I take this damn thing and put it up one of their…” She hesitated, acknowledging Van’s presence with a slight nod of her head.

“I didn’t realize you had a client with you,” she said to Lyle. Van watched a red blush creep across her cheeks, and he knew she remembered him. “Hello, I’m Farrin.” She wiped her right hand on the thigh of her jeans and extended it forward.

“Farrin, my dear, this is Van. Van Hildrith.”

“Hi. I’ve heard a lot about you from Lyle.” She hesitated and added, “I think we’ve met in passing.”

“I’ve heard a little about you, and yes, we passed at the deli a while back.” Van walked the few steps to shake her hand. Up close, he could see the small laugh lines around her eyes. She was pretty, not beautiful, but she had his hormones shook up, his cock throbbing a tangible reminder of his interest.

“What do you think of the arrangement?”

“I just got here. I’m not sure the sofas won’t be too big in the space.” He continued to study her, forcing himself to look back at the display.

“It shouldn’t be a problem. The light color will minimize them in the room, and the crazy fabric on the chairs will draw the eye.”

“This for the dead corner?” Van asked, as he ran his fingers along the cut crystal.

“Yes. I have a mini LCD light to set in the center. The etched pattern will wash the wall in the evening light.”

“I’m not sure about the wrought-iron tables.”

“I am. You’ve got wood floor, trim, and mantle in there. Even though the metal is heavy, the glass tops will lighten the illusion.” She hesitated. “Why not let me set it up. If you hate it, I can always switch the tables without much fuss.”

“All right, give it a try.”

“Thanks, I don’t think you’ll be disappointed.”

“As long as it sells quickly.”

“That’s our goal,” Lyle added.

“It was nice to meet you, Van. I’m sure we’ll run into each other again.” Turning to Lyle, she added, “I’ve got the master bed stuff picked out. Do you want to approve it, or should I let the guys load the truck?”

“Same as what we discussed this morning?”

“Your wish….” She left them with a smile, absorbed in whatever her computer screen held. Van noted he and Lyle watched her walk away, a slight swaying movement in her hips giving his hard-on a twinge.

“Come on, Lyle. I don’t believe you haven’t put the moves on her yet.”

“She’s still fragile,” he started and both men laughed. “All right, she shot me down before I ever got my proposition out. But I think she’s an interesting prospect. No commitments work for me.” He cleared his throat. “If you want to take a stab at her….”

“Thanks, but I’ve got enough complications in my life right now. I don’t need a woman who’s angry with life and all men around her.”

“She’s drawn to me, Van. She’s relaxed over the last weeks. But she’ll be attracted to you. You’re more her type, older and stable. Now the three of us together…”

Van let out a heartfelt laugh. “You let me know when you work that one out!”

“Come to the office with me. I have some…invoices I need your sign off on.”

“Invoices? You need a better line, Lyle.” He hesitated but walked beside his friend and business partner. When they reached the office, Lyle was careful to pull the blinds and lock the door behind them.

Chapter Three

Farrin headed to her office and dropped into her desk chair. She was embarrassed that he’d remembered her eyeing him at the store. She was annoyed that the sight of him started the same stirring in her pussy as last time. Holding back a half smile, she thought about using her new toy that night, Van’s image the catalyst to her orgasm. With an exasperated sigh, she forced herself to take several steadying breaths. “Damn, I wanted to make a better impression on Van.” She knew he was important to Lyle’s business, and in turn, her career. She hadn’t been prepared for his appearance. He was tall and slim but not skinny. While he was older, he wasn’t as old as she’d imagined from Lyle’s descriptions. She wasn’t prepared for Lyle’s business partner to be the object of her recent sexual fantasies.

She got startled when she heard voices and realized the web cameras were still turned on from her earlier conference with Lyle. They were using them more often since her office, which she surmised used to be a storage room, was at the other end of the building from Lyle’s. It had saved them both a lot of steps. Leaning forward, she was about to switch it off when she glimpsed the two men.

She made sure hers was muted and turned toward the ceiling before she settled in to listen to their conversation. Yes, she acknowledged, she was eavesdropping, but it was Lyle’s side of the computer that was still turned on. He should be more careful, she decided. And it was important to hear what Van’s first impression of her was. Shock didn’t describe her immediate reaction to what she heard and saw. Lyle locked the door behind him and turned to face Van. She glimpsed the same humor in Van’s eyes as she did when he caught her almost cursing at the unruly furniture dolly and when he acknowledged they’d met in passing.

“You’re no fun anymore.”

“What do you want, Lyle?” He didn’t manage to keep the grin from his lips.

“Trouble!” he answered, and apparently Van decided he could do with a bit of tension release. He unceremoniously opened his belt, lowered his zipper, and let his pants drop to the carpeted floor. “Yum,” Lyle added, licking his lips while he stripped down his pants.

Lowering to his knees before Van, he captured his growing cock between his lips. Van stood tall, his hands on his hips and accepted the attention Lyle lavished on his erection.

She didn’t miss Lyle tugging at his own erection in rhythm with how his mouth swallowed Van’s.

Farrin knew she should shut off the camera but sat and watched the movement on the screen before her. Lyle had an interesting way of sucking Van’s cock. He was much bolder and assured than she’d ever been while giving a man head. Her left hand reached to brush her erect nipple. It felt good, and she did it a second time. Dropping her hand, she decided she was crazy. Any of the warehouse workers could just walk in. With definite purpose, she took the few steps to her office door and locked it. Then she made sure the blinds were drawn tight
. If you’re going to eavesdrop on your boss, better no one else knows it
. Returning to her seat, she continued to watch Lyle and Van.

It had been a long time since she was interested in sex in any form. So yes, she decided, she was horny, and the scene she covertly watched was making her hot. If she couldn’t have him, at least he’d continue to fuel her fantasies. Farrin let her fingers graze along her denim-covered pussy. The first sparks of heat rushed directly to her clit. A second pass and she felt like a teenager exploring for the first time. Glancing to the door, she knew it was locked. With a shaky hand, she opened her jeans and slid her fingers over her panty-covered pussy lips. They were already thick and pulsing. With each stroke of her fingers, the material became damp, separating her lips. Farrin watched and listened to the men as she continued to rub her pussy lips.

“You’re gonna make me come, Lyle.”

“Wait, not yet.” Lyle fumbled in his pants’ pocket and pulled out a condom. He stood quickly, leaving Van’s erect cock slick with a layer of his saliva. “Come fuck me.” He tore open the package and unrolled the protection along the length of Van’s cock. Lyle toed off his shoes and tugged his pants all the way off and moved to a stack of cloths, the bolts still covered in brown paper stacked in the corner. He draped himself, belly down over the pile, the paper crinkling with his contact. Van moved behind him and used his hands to redden Lyle’s butt cheeks.

“Oh, yes, Van. I’ve been a bad boy, spank me.” He glanced over his shoulder and smiled at Van. “Just fuck me, Van. I’m horny.” He turned back and presented his buttocks for Van’s hand. After several more spanks, Van used his hands to grab Lyle by the shoulders and turn him around. Lyle automatically dropped before him and sucked his condom-covered cock a bit longer before Van pulled from his mouth. Then he pushed him to lean back against the stacks of cloth and grabbed his legs, pulling them up along his hips. He was in his anus in one wet push.

Farrin struggled in her seat to push down her jeans and undies. The leather seat was warm to her bare bottom when she sat back. Spreading her legs as wide as she could, considering her pants were around her knees, she used her middle finger to make small circles against her clit. As the men continued, she plunged it in her already wet pussy. As Van fucked Lyle’s ass, she fucked herself. It went on for longer than she imagined, and she was intrigued by Van’s staying power.

Her other hand wandered to her breast, tugging on her nipple in unison as she finger-fucked herself. Watching the men was an aphrodisiac she never thought about, but she liked it, and obviously her body liked it, too, from the overwhelming reactions she was experiencing. The shudder of a small orgasm chased through her body from nipple to pussy. As the men continued to fuck, she pushed a second finger beside the first, stretching her wide as her hand took up more speed, matching the mating she spied on.

“That’s what I wanted,” Lyle said, using his own hand to stroke his cock while Van fucked him. It didn’t take long. Lyle spurted his cum on his belly and relaxed under Van. With each push inside Lyle, the paper crinkled under their weight, surrounding them with a strange music to fuck by. “Faster, Van, please. You’ll make me hard again.”

Lyle’s hands grabbed at his own ass cheeks, holding himself open wider for Van’s fucking. “That’s it. Now I have your attention.”

“Now you’re gonna make me come,” he said, pumping harder and faster. He pulled from Lyle’s body and ripped off the condom, using his hand to pump his own cock only twice before spraying his cum on Lyle’s belly. A thin layer of sweat formed on his forehead from the exertion.

“Now I’m just a cum-coated mess,” Lyle teased, using his fingers to blend both their loads on his belly.

“This was your idea, not mine.”

Farrin pinched her nipple harder and came with a shudder that left her exhausted. She settled in the chair to catch her breath, embarrassed and elated at what she’d done. Just when she started to wonder about other cameras in her office, she heard the men talking. Listening intently, she righted her breasts back in her bra and settled them in place. She stood and dragged her panties and jeans back up her legs by route, engrossed in the men’s conversation.

“Were you picturing fucking Farrin instead of me?”