Dick weaved through the gym, spotting Paige almost instantly. She was on the leg press, her blonde ponytail swaying with each rep, her face flushed with exertion—and frustration. She saw him out of the corner of her eye, and her lips twisted into a scowl. With a loud thud, she slammed the weights down and stalked toward him.
"You've got some nerve," she hissed, standing inches from him. Her icy blue eyes glinted with anger.
Dick smirked. "Miss me?"
Her nostrils flared, and for a second, he thought she might actually swing at him. But instead, she just crossed her arms, the muscles in her shoulders flexing beneath her tight workout top. "You leave me hanging for days, and that's all you've got? You're a real piece of work, Graves."
He shrugged, unbothered by her temper. Paige was used to getting what she wanted, when she wanted it. But she learned Dick was different. "Busy schedule," he replied lazily, his eyes drifting over her form. "You know how it is."
She narrowed her eyes, but the anger was fading, replaced by that familiar hunger. Dick was good at what he was doing, and she need it, now! "You're lucky you're good at what you do," she muttered, before turning on her heel and heading back toward the free weights. "Get your ass over here. You owe me many sessions."
Dick followed, amused at how easily Paige shifted from fury to need. Paige was volatile, a bundle of vanity and pride wrapped up in an athletic package. She craved attention, but despite her bratty demeanor, she was surprisingly loyal. Over time, their dynamic had evolved into a sort of easy friendship. He had put up with her tantrums, her sharp tongue, and in return, Paige had slowly begun to see him as more than just a personal trainer she could push around.
As they moved through the gym, Paige glanced back at him, her scowl replaced with a more familiar smirk. "You better be ready," she teased. "I'm not going easy on you today."
Dick chuckled. "Wouldn't expect anything less."
Paige wasn't all vanity and attitude. She had layers—complicated, messy layers. She wasn't just another spoiled girl. He'd seen the cracks, the moments when her tough exterior slipped. Like the time they had talked about Sarah, her best friend. Paige had confided how much she hated what Clara had done to Sarah's family. It wasn't just gossip for Paige—it was personal. Clara had seduced Sarah's father, David Trent, and it had destroyed Sarah's home. Paige had seen firsthand how devastating Clara could be, and it fueled her resentment.
That conversation had been a turning point. For the first time, Dick saw Paige as more than just another conquest. She wasn't like the others. She had depth, and that made her more valuable than just another target for his dominance. He had moved her from the "to-fuck-to-dominate" list to the "good friend" category.
They reached the squat rack, and Paige set up her weights. "Spot me pretty please," she said with quiet confidence she always had when she was in her element.
Dick stood behind her as she positioned herself under the bar. As she lowered into the squat, he watched her form, admiring the precision of her movements. Paige worked hard—harder than most—and it showed.
When she finished her set, she stood up, breathing heavily, but grinning. "Not bad, right?"
Dick nodded. "Not bad at all."
Rest of the training followed the same rhythm. Paige threw herself into the workout, pushing her limits with each set while Dick spotted her or squeezed in his own exercises when she took a breather. Their banter was light but filled with the ease that comes from knowing someone's quirks, strengths, and weaknesses.
After an hour of grueling cardio, they were drenched in sweat but satisfied. Paige stretched her arms above her head, her tight workout top clinging to her toned body. "Feel like I'm gonna die," she joked, running a hand through her damp ponytail.
Dick smirked. "That's the point."
Both headed to the showers—separately, of course. When they emerged, freshly cleaned and a little more human, Paige was still buzzing with energy, eyes gleaming with mischief. "Wanna grab a drink?" she asked casually, though the glint in her eye suggested she already knew the answer.
Dick checked the time and shrugged. "Sure."
Paige grinned and tossed her gym bag into the back seat of his car. "Sarah's meeting us there. You cool with that?"
"More the merrier," Dick replied easily.
They drove in comfortable silence for a bit. Paige flicked through his playlist, settling on something upbeat as she absentmindedly drummed her fingers on the dashboard. Her mood was light and playful. By the time they arrived at the bar Sarah was already waiting, leaning casually against her car.
Dick took her in as they pulled up—natural ginger, just like Paige had mentioned, her long red hair tumbling loosely around her shoulders. The freckles that dusted her cheeks and nose gave her a softness that contrasted with the intensity in her eyes. Her glasses, slightly oversized, framed her face in a way that made her seem more serious than she probably was. She wore a baggy hoodie and loose jeans that didn't do much to hide the curves. Paige had told him she found her chest too big, which strained subtly against the fabric even in baggy clothes.
Paige hopped out of the car first, her usual swagger on full display. "Took you long enough," Sarah teased, pushing off from her car and giving Paige a quick hug before her gaze shifted to Dick. She offered a small, polite smile.
"Sarah, meet Dick," Paige said, motioning toward him. "And yes, his name's really Dick. No jokes, we've heard them all."
Sarah's eyes lit up as she laughed, stepping forward with her arms outstretched. "Oh my god, I've heard so much about you! This girl won't shut up."
Paige smirked, rolling her eyes, while Sarah wrapped her arms around Dick in a casual, friendly hug. The warmth caught him off guard, but he played along, his hands briefly brushing her back before she pulled away.
"It's all lies, I swear," Dick replied, his tone teasing. Sarah's energy was infectious, different from Paige's sharper edge.
"Yeah, I'm sure," Sarah shot back, a playful glint in her eyes. "Paige never exaggerates."
They all laughed, and Paige nudged Sarah. "Okay, enough about me. Let's get some drinks."
The trio made their way into the bar. Paige ordered something strong, while Sarah opted for a cider. Dick, keeping it simple, grabbed a beer and leaned back in his chair, watching as the two girls bantered effortlessly.
"So, Paige tells me you're the best trainer she's ever had," Sarah said, taking a sip of her drink. "Is that true, or is she just gassing you up?"
Paige snorted, shooting Dick a sidelong glance. "He's good, but don't let it go to his head. Dude's already insufferable."
Dick smirked, tipping his beer in their direction. "I don't know, Paige. You're the one blowing up my phone with 'I need a session' texts. Sounds like you're hooked."
Sarah giggled, watching Paige squirm just a little under the teasing. "Okay, okay, fine. He's decent. Don't make it weird."
Paige's playful annoyance only made Sarah laugh harder, her smile widening as she leaned forward, her elbows resting on the table. "I'm serious, though. Paige never shuts up about how much you've pushed her. It's actually kinda cool. You must be doing something right."
Dick took another sip of his beer, his eyes flicking between the two. "Well, the brat needed someone who wouldn't bend to her endless yapping, and I grew up in that kind of environment, so I'm used to it."
Sarah burst into laughter, her eyes gleaming with amusement. "Oh right, your step-mother is that bitch. Almost forgot."
Dick raised an eyebrow, half-expecting Sarah's mood to shift or for her to feel a little sadder after mentioning her dad's affair, but she didn't let it faze her. She wasn't the type to let past shit weigh her down. It was a good quality, one that made her stand out in a world where so many people crumbled under pressure.
Paige rolled her eyes and nudged Sarah with her elbow. "Alright, enough about family drama. We're supposed to be drinking, not digging up skeletons."
Dick smirked, appreciating Paige's deflection. Even though they had their rough patches, moments like this reminded him why they got along so well. No bullshit. He liked that.
"Anyway," Sarah leaned in, her voice dropping just a bit, "I still can't believe you handle her. Paige is a nightmare." Her eyes flicked over to Paige with a teasing grin, and Paige threw her hands up.
"Hey, I'm not that bad," she said, leaning back in her chair. "Dick just likes playing tough. Deep down, he's soft."
Dick snorted, shaking his head. "Many women will testify against that. I am always hard."
Sarah choked on her drink, laughter bubbling up as she tried to compose herself. Paige rolled her eyes but couldn't suppress the smirk tugging at her lips. "Real classy, Dick," she muttered, wiping a bit of spilled cider off the table.
Dick leaned back in his chair, eyes glinting with amusement. "Just speaking the truth."
Sarah finally caught her breath, still grinning. "Okay, okay, you win. I'll give you that one." She shot Paige a playful look. "But seriously, you've got yourself a handful with this guy."
Paige smirked, taking another swig of her drink. "You have no idea."
The easy banter continued, the three of them falling into a rhythm. Drinks flowed, the conversation shifted between light teasing and stories of Paige's childhood antics. Sarah was quick with her wit, matching Paige's sharp tongue, but there was an underlying softness to her. It was clear she wasn't just Paige's sidekick—she had her own bite, her own energy that complemented Paige's more aggressive edge.
As the night wore on, the bar buzzed with energy. More people had poured in, filling the space with laughter and the clinking of glasses. Dick leaned back, observing the subtle shift in the dynamic between Paige and Sarah. The way Sarah brushed her hair behind her ear, how Paige leaned in closer when she spoke—small signs, but unmistakable.
"Ah, it checks out now," Dick said, his voice casual but direct. "So, how long you two have been eating each other up?"
Sarah froze mid-sip, her face flushing a deep crimson. She shot a glance at Paige, who didn't even flinch. Instead, Paige grinned, wicked and unbothered, swirling the last of her drink around her glass.
"You wanna know the juicy details?" Paige's eyes sparkled with mischief, her lips curving into a smirk.
Dick shrugged, his gaze never leaving them. "I'm a man. Every man loves lesbian action."
Paige laughed, leaning forward on the table, clearly enjoying Sarah's embarrassment. "We're not gonna give you the porno version you're picturing, Graves," she teased, tracing the rim of her glass with her finger. "But yeah, it started back in high school. We were drunk at a party, and one thing led to another."
Sarah coughed, her face still red, but she didn't deny it. "Paige is exaggerating… kinda."
"Kinda?" Paige shot back, raising an eyebrow. "You kissed me first."
Sarah bit her lip, eyes darting around the crowded bar as if hoping no one else could hear their conversation. "Yeah, okay, I did. But you didn't exactly push me away, did you?"
"Didn't see a reason to," Paige replied with a wink, her smirk widening.
Dick chuckled, watching Sarah squirm under the weight of the conversation. "So, what's the deal now?" he asked, genuinely curious. "Still just friends, or...?"
Paige leaned back, folding her arms over her chest, her expression turning more serious but still playful. "Friends. Sometimes more, depending on the night. We're not tied down or anything."
Sarah, still flushed but more relaxed now, nodded in agreement. "Yeah, we're cool with it. No drama, no expectations."
Dick raised his beer to them in a mock toast. "Sounds like you've got it all figured out."
Paige gave him a sidelong glance, her lips quirking up. "Don't get any ideas, Graves. You're not invited to that party."
He snorted, shaking his head. "Bummer. Can I at least watch?"
Paige rolled her eyes, smirking. "Pervert."
"Guilty," he shot back, taking another swig of his beer.
Paige leaned in, pressing. "And I doubt you need it. Don't tell me you've never had a threesome."
Dick paused, his grin widening. "Well... never a real threesome."
Paige laughed, sharp and mocking. "Huh. Loser."
But Dick wasn't fazed. His grin shifted into something darker. "But yesterday… and this morning… I had four girls in the same bed. Not technically a threesome, more like... something bigger."
The smirk faded from Paige's face, replaced by curiosity. "Wait, seriously?" She leaned in, her eyes narrowing in disbelief. "You're not bullshitting?"
Sarah, who had been quiet, raised an eyebrow, her lips quirking into a half-smile. "Four? At the same time?"
Paige pointed at him, eyes narrowed with suspicion. "I don't believe you!"
Dick's grin only widened, a challenge dancing in his eyes. "Wanna see proof?"
Paige leaned in, not backing down, her lips curling in disbelief. "You're bluffing."
Without a word, Dick casually pulled out his phone, unlocking it with a quick flick of his thumb. "Last chance to walk away, Paige," he teased, waving the screen in front of her.
Sarah watched the exchange with growing interest, her head tilted slightly, trying to read the situation. Paige, never one to back down, snatched the phone from his hand, her fingers scrolling swiftly as she opened the gallery.
Both girls stared at the image, wide-eyed.
There it was—Jada, Betty, Jemmy, and Hannah, all tangled up on the bed, their naked bodies glowing under the dim light, blissful smiles painted across their faces. Cum streaked across their skin, glistening like a mark of conquest, and Dick—front and center—grinning smugly at the camera. His dominance captured perfectly in that single frame.
"The fuck…" Paige muttered, her voice laced with disbelief.