I don't know what led me to it. The promise of a cure for my hangover was more than enough to get me to call Callista. Before I knew it we were at some fancy clothing store, only I was the one trying on clothing. My mouth was watering from how terrible I felt. I keep fighting the urge to hurl as I continually change into clothes for her. The ones she likes she nods. The ones she doesn't she waves off with her glass-held champagne hand. I finished my glass the instant I got back here. It's the only thing keeping me from throwing up.
I looked myself up and down in the mirror. These dark jeans were nice. The underwear felt expensive against my body too. That was the first place we stopped to shop. Once bought she had me change. I'm her sex doll. I threw on a loose-fitted black deep v-neck before making my way out of the dressing room. I saw that her champagne glass was still full, the bottle in a golden bin of ice to keep it chilled.
"Like what you see?" I asked.
"Yes," she concurred while raising her glass to me.
I took it as an invitation and made my way over, "So how are new clothes going to get Ivy to fuck me?"
"You dress too fluid. You need a bit more masculinity. She wants her women feminine, not her men," she replied.
I leaned down close to her, my lips nearly pressing to hers, "How do you know that?" I taunted before taking her glass of champagne and downing its contents. I was sure to keep our eyes locked as I did so. I am a physical trainer, after all, I'm in excellent shape.
"I can tell," she's a dominant woman," she smirked, "She needs a dominant man and a submissive woman. Not someone she can walk all over."
I refilled the glass before drinking it dry once more, "Okay. You buy me a new wardrobe, what's next?"
She looked up at me and licked her lips, "We clean you up. Fix your hair. Make you more presentable."
Does she think she's being dominant? How cute, "Then what?" I enticed, kneeling to her level.
She took the bait. Her lips were on me instantly as her hips straddled my knee. I felt her hot cunt against the denim of the jeans as I leaned into the kiss. Our tongues rubbed vigorously against one another. I may as well use her to practice for Ivy. She can teach me what Ivy likes. My right arm crept up her spine purchasing the nape of her neck as the other held her waist firmly against mine. I pulled her head back, licking the center of her neck up to her chin. I stealthily shifted us back onto the sofa she had been sitting on a moment earlier.
Callista pulled away, "Then, I introduce you to my husband tomorrow once he gets back from his business trip."
Her husband? This should be interesting,
"How's he going to feel about me?"
"We'll just have to wait and see won't we?" she teased while caressing my cheek, "We'll take everything we've set aside, including what he has on."
"Yes ma'am," the store clerk replied before disappearing around the corner.
"Tomorrow we'll get you cleaned up before Dimitri gets into town. You'll meet and we'll go from there," Callista added.
"He doesn't have anything to do with me. Why do we need to meet?" I asked.
"Wouldn't you want to meet the young man fucking your wife and girlfriend?" she smirked.
I nodded in response, "Fair enough."
I stood and readjusted my shirt, and she followed suit, "I'll take you home, we're good for the day."
"Anything I should know about him?" I asked.
She looked back at me with no response.
"Dimitri," I clarified, "I do have manners. Is there anything I should be aware of or I should know?"
She looked as though she was searching for an answer, "He's a mature, proud grown man. He's worked hard for everything he has. The empire he's built. He's very dominant in his approach."
"I'll be sure to keep that in mind," I sighed. Great, a rich asshole it seems.
She looked me up and down over and over again, "Hmm on second thought, jewelry. You need gold."
"What?" I looked around dumbfounded.
"Let's get you some gold, then we'll pick up tomorrow," she stated.
The clerk came out holding two big thick bags of clothing with a smile on her face.
"Lovely," Callista replied, "In the back please."
The clerk made her way out to Callista's limousine and both of us followed suit. Jewelry huh? This should be interesting.
I sat at the bartop in her large home. It was huge, and I thought Ivy's loft was big. I looked over at Callista and she was beautiful. The deep v-neck black dress twisted beneath her cleavage with a front slit up to her mid-thigh. I glanced in my reflection at the bartop. I didn't recognize myself. My new haircut and style made me feel like a Calvin Klein Ad model. When she said cleaned up like Dimitri, I guess this is what it means.
"He should be here soon," she reassured me while placing a glass of whiskey in front of me.
"You two like to bring others into your relationship often?" I asked while taking a swig.
"Typically women," she replied, "From time to time I crave a man. I can see you're passionate and you know Ivy. It's the perfect catch."
"How so?" I asked.
"Having a young woman from time to time is fun for the both of us. Our other companions would fight and complain for our attention. This way you and Ivy also have one another if you crave attention. We don't have to worry about competition between you both."
"Aren't you lucky?" I sarcastically chuckled.
"You have no idea," she smiled.
The sound of a door clicking echoed within the large bare white walls. We both turned around to see a handsome man standing there. He unbuttoned his cufflinks as Callista made her way over to him. They greeted one another with a passionate kiss before she whispered something in his ear. He removed his suit and began to roll up the sleeves of his white button-down shirt.
"So you're a friend of Ivy's?" he cleared his throat while making his way over towards me.
He extended his hand in gratuity which I took with a firm grasp and shake of my own. His silver hair was tucked back just as mine was. If I was being honest with myself. I look like a younger version of him.
"Yes, Eric," I introduced.
"I'm Dimitri," he responded.
Callista handed her husband and drink. She slinked one arm over his shoulder while pecking him on the cheek. Their eyes met briefly before looking back at me. It was like two lions about to pounce on its prey.
"It appears my wife has taken a liking to you," Dimitri said.
I looked down at my drink before meeting his eyes, "It appears you're fucking the woman I've been waiting to bed"
He looked at his wife while taking a drink of his own.
"Ivy," I clarified before downing the rest of my whiskey.
He looked over at me and released a low chuckle, "Of course. She does taste sweet."
I winced, trying my best to hide it, but I know he saw it. I wish I had a better poker face sometimes.
"You haven't had a taste yet?" he asked.
"No," I forced out.
Callista refilled my glass and gave me a warm comforting smile.
"Well it appears my wife wants you to join in," he continued.
"Join in?" I repeated.
"In our threesome," he clarified.
I looked down at the light brown whiskey watering down in my glass, "Wouldn't that make it a foursome?"
He laughed and threw back his drink, "Here's the deal. You both accompany us to our events, galas, benefits, etc.," he started.
I watched his hand seize the crystal bottle of whiskey and fill his glass. His hand made its way over to mine, awaiting for an empty glass to appear from my full one. I looked down and then back, he wanted me to drink. If I'm going to do this, I may as well do it. I forced down the whiskey in my glass and pushed it over towards Dimitri. The burn rushed through my empty stomach heating me inside. I didn't eat because I wanted Callista at my best, Ivy too. I can tell that was a mistake. He filled my glass back up.
"You respect my Wife, myself, and Ivy," he continued, "You'll have your room apart from Ivy's," he locked onto my eyes before taking a drink from his glass, "This last part is very important. You're not my type, It'll never happen."
A laugh crept from my throat. I tapped my glass to him, "Sounds good to me."
Dimitri gave a slight nod, "I'll be getting Ivy now. Don't have too much fun while I'm gone."