Poledancing

[intheheart]

Title: Poledancing
Co-Author: Nikki
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Kurt and Chloe catch a show of Joy's.
AU: Threesome
Notes: I can only write porn when writing with Nikki, apparently.


Today was a good day.

Joy bent forward, slid around the pole and flung her head back, sending her hair cascading down her back and her breasts bouncing. The move, always a popular one, got cheers, and she smiled, pulled herself back up, and flipped upside down. Pole work was tricky but fun, and inevitably got her some damn good tips.

Not that she needed them. She'd made rent already. Anything else was a perk.

Kurt had to wonder about the surreal turn his life had taken since he started dating Chloe Grant. Here he was, married, in a strip club... With his wife sitting in his lap. Something he belatedly realized might have not been the best idea, considering how she wiggled around in beat to the music. Grabbing onto Chloe's hips to hold her still, Kurt kept his eyes on the stage as he whispered in her ear, "You really need to stop that."

Silently, Chloe turned to wickedly smile at him, before deliberately grinding back against him.

Christ, he loved and hated her.

The song-- Let Me Be Good To You, one of Joy's favorites-- came to a close, and she curtsied, quite a feat for a naked girl in very high heels but one she'd perfected. The DJ winked at her and cued up the last song in her set, her otherfavorite, Dirty Word. It had a driving beat and an excellent subject matter, and exceptionally good music for pole tricks, which she spent most of it doing.

It was on one of those tricks, holding herself upside down using only her thighs and arching away from the pole to noisy appreciation, that she spotted her firefighter in the audience, an excited and vaguely familiar girl on his lap.

Joy grinned. Her tip round was going to be fun.

As soon as the pounding beat to Dirty Word started, Chloe gave an excited squeak. "Kurt! It's my song," she told him, already singing the words underneath her breath, as if he wasn't paying a damn bit of attention to what was going on on-stage.

That was pretty far from the truth, considering that Kurt had barely looked away from the stage once Joy's set started. (Considering how much he had made a point of not watching the girls the last time he was here, it was certainly a difference.) "I told you that you'd like her," he answered, arms wrapping around his wife's waist to pull her closer and hopefully hold her mostly still until the set was over.

Chloe snuggled back against him, seeming almost completely enthralled by Joy's performance now that her music was being played. Kurt saw her curiously look at a pole on another stage, and could almost see the thought of how they should get one flash through her eyes. "She's so pretty... Do you think she could teach me how to dance?"

Mental images of how a lesson like that would go popped into his head, and Kurt pressed his forehead against Chloe's neck with a groan. "Let's ask her after the show."

With a shimmy, a clever twist of the hips, and a swing of her hair, Joy slid into a split as the song (and her set) came to an end. Hooting followed; some of it obscene, some of it honestly appreciative, and some of it from her regulars. She favored the good ones with a beaming smile, flipped off a couple of the men making obscener suggestions, and collected her discarded clothes before proceeding offstage.

She dropped her clothes on her section of bench, touched up her makeup, slipped into a g-string and a different pair of shoes (tall blue ones that she was really very fond of), before she went out for her tip round. A good chunk of change later, she wound up in front of her firefighter.

Chloe jumped up and started clapping as soon as the song ended, a smile nearly splitting her face. "I'm so glad you entered that auction," she laughed, falling into his lap. She took a moment to make herself comfortable, throwing her legs over the arm of the chair now that she wasn't focused on the stage, and idly began tracing the FDNY symbol on his chest with her fingers.

"Am I forgiven for seeing the strippers without you, then?" Kurt asked, doing his best to ignore the mischievous look in Chloe's eyes that he knew all too well and the goosebumps that shivered across his skin.

"Definitely." Her grin widened, and Kurt immediately gave up trying to resist anything, his hands falling to rest against the swell of her hip and high on her leg. She kissed him then, and Kurt lost himself until Joy appeared.

"Why, hello there," she said, and leered at him. "I almost didn't recognize you with your shirt on."

It took him a moment to answer, considering he had to blink the fog from his brain and focus on Joy. "...Give me a few more minutes, and you can fight Chloe for it."

"No, you can just have it. I have a big enough collection at home." Chloe grinned, quickly looking down at Joy's shoes with almost a look of envy. Kurt thought he must have imagined the appraising look in her eye as she drug her gaze upward and back to Joy's face. "I love love loved your set, by the way, especially that last song."

"Why, thank you," Joy said, leering at her too. Fair was fair, and she was hot. "It's Dirty Word, by Cherry Cherry Boom Boom, who is by the way fucking awesome. So you must be Kurt's wife! He did not shut up about you. Raised all our expectations a treat, but I must say you live up to them."

Delightedly laughing, Chloe gracefully stood. "I'm glad!" Chloe exclaimed, extending a hand in greeting. For a moment, something in her eyes and smile and stance changed, and she's much less Chloe and much more Cherry. "I'm Chloe. And you must be Joy. I can honestly say the exact same thing about you."

"Really?" Joy asked, delighted herself. She favored Kurt with a beaming smile. "I didn't think I'd made that much of an impression." She took Chloe's hand-- the rules about touching customers were considerably relaxed when it came to women, and in any case Joy was touching her, not the other way around-- and shook firmly. "Although I'm Miss Kitty here. Stage names and all."

Strange, though. Something about Chloe was even more familiar than it had been a minute ago. She squinted at the other woman thoughtfully. "Have we met somewhere?"

"You wouldn't let me leave until I gave you my shirt," Kurt retorted with a blush, glancing between the two women like he wasn't sure if he had just created a monster or not. "Trust me. An impression was made."

"I thought it was funny," Chloe laughed again, tossing her hair over her shoulder as she switched to her stage persona. Grinning impishly, she shook her head. "You know me. I would have remembered you."

"Glad to hear it," Joy said on autopilot, trying to remember. Where had she seen this woman...

Then she mentally added a lot of makeup and a pair of heels and performed an extremely undignified jump-squeak-and-flail. "Oh my God! Oh my God oh my God oh my God!"

Not that either of them minded the jump-squeak-and-flail, considering Joy's lack of clothing and abundance of assets.

Looking extremely amused, Chloe let the persona fall and pressed a finger against her lips. "Not too loud. We don't want a lot of people knowing, just in case." Glancing back towards Kurt, her lips curled into a smile again. "Actually, I was going to ask if there was anywhere more private that we could talk? Just in case, you know?"

Cherry Cherry Boom Boom. Holy fucking shit Cherry Cherry Boom Boom was sitting in her bar watching her strip and complementing her on her boobs. Holy shit!

But she had a point. Joy managed to sit on her inner fangirl long enough to say, "Oh, yeah, sure. Buy a couchdance from me and you get a private room." She reviewed this, realized how mercenary it sounded, and added, apologetically, "No offense meant, but I am working."

"No, it's fine, I get it," Chloe answered with the wave of a hand. "Besides, that means I get a lap dance. And I can make Kurt take off his shirt once we get in there, so everybody wins."

"I've created a monster," Kurt muttered to himself as he stood, standing behind Chloe and wrapping his arms around her waist. "You two are going to going to bring about the end of the world, and it'll all be my fault."

"Yeah... But you'll have first row seats, and a really great view."

"Oh, you absolutely get a lap dance," Joy said, and gave Chloe her best sexy smile. Because the chance to give one of her musical idols and personal fantasies a lap dance? Yeah, not going to pass that one up. She turned then and gave Kurt the same sexy smile. "She's right, you know. And hey, if you ask really nice I might give you a lapdance too, and then who knows what might ensue?"

And didn't that give him some exciting mental images? He pulled Chloe closer, close to gaping when he didn't hear her make some comment that clearly set some kind of boundaries.

Instead, Chloe's grin only widened. "Let's go find out. Where are the rooms?"

Joy gave them both her sexy smile again, and sat firmly on her inner fangirl when she began to flail again. "Go talk to the bartender," she said, nodding at the slim girl serving drinks with flair and speed. "She'll get you set up and show you where you need to go. In the meantime, I--" she slid sideways and neatly avoided a hand grabbing for her rump, "--need to finish my tip round. For my sins."

"Oh! I'm sorry, I meant to give you a tip when you came by." Turning around, Chloe reached into Kurt's back pocket, and laughed when he jumped. "Calm down, husband. I'm just getting your wallet," she purred, grabbing it and turning back around to hand Joy a one hundred dollar bill. "It really was a great show. Do you think you could teach me some of those moves sometimes?"

Goddamn, musically talented, super nice, and she tipped well. Joy was fair on her way to being in love. "Absolutely," she replied. "Seriously, we can swap numbers and set up a time for some lessons if you want. Poledancing's a great workout."

She slid back into Miss Kitty then, her stance softening into a consciously sexier pose, her voice dropping into a lower register. "And I'll look forward to seeing you in the couch room." She cupped her breasts in both hands and leaned forward to take the bill from Chloe with them. "We'll have a great time."

Jesus Christ, he was dreaming. He was dreaming, he was going to wake up soon, and that was really going to suck. Stuck between watching Joy's trick, and watching Chloe watch Joy's trick, Kurt was almost positive that this was not happening. He was not this lucky.

Chloe answered with a slow, sensual smile. "I'm sure we will," she responded with a wink, before grabbing Kurt's hand and dragging him towards the bar.

"So, uh. What - What are we doing?" He finally managed to stammer, once he remembered he could talk.

"Having fun," Chloe simply answered, grinning. "Hopefully lots of fun."

The bartender, in between serving two mixed drinks and a lot of beer, took their money, passed back a ticket, recited the rules (she can touch you, you cannot touch her, you touch her and you will be ejected, listen to the nice stripper and everything will go well) and pointed them to a room in the back, all with quite commendable briskness. The room she pointed them to was clean, but bare; there was a couch, a wooden chair, and not much else.

Luckily, there didn't need to be much else. Pushing Kurt to sit on the couch, Chloe climbed into his lap and kissed him until he didn't complain when she managed to pull his shirt over his head.

"Honestly, why do you even buy me clothes?" Kurt asked, once she pulled back and gave him a chance to breathe.

"Because I usually don't like sharing you with people," Chloe giggled.

"...What do you mean, usually?"

Chloe's answering smile was nearly enough to drain the blood from his brain completely. "...Well, then."

Joy came in around then, dressed again in something diaphanous and pink and easily removed, and grinned at them. "Hey, now, no sex in here," she said. "You don't know where that couch has been, but I can promise you it's nowhere pretty." She paused, considered the situation, then added, "Although I must say the shirtlessness is a treat."

Kurt, who still looked like his brain might be breaking, didn't do anything much other than glance back and forth between the two women, his gaze lingering on Joy.

"He's pretty, isn't he?" Chloe asked, grinning as she tossed Joy the discarded shirt. "Did you get a chance to feel his abs? They're amazing."

"I did not feel his abs, no," Joy said, and caught the shirt handily. "I try not to molest people unless actively invited. Can I keep this one too? I'm starting a collection."

"Sure! I never complain when he's shirtless. Oh, and go ahead and feel free, if you want. Neither of us mind," she said, grinning. "Trust me."

Kurt tried to speak, but little more than a croak emerged.

Joy grinned herself, then walked to the CD player sitting in the corner and considered her collection. Disney would kill the mood, she was pretty sure, and much as she would like to do one of Cherry's songs, she wasn't sure how well that would go over considering that Cherry was in the room at that precise moment. Lady Gaga maybe; she had a fun routine to Fashion that she hadn't done in a while. "Anything in particular you'd like to hear?"

As tempted as Chloe was to request another one of her songs, like Animal or Give 'Em What They Want, another song had popped into her head as soon as the question was asked. Squirming in excitement as she thought about it, Chloe grinned wider. "Do you have old school Gaga? Like... Judas?"

"Oh, honey," Joy said, "I have all the Gaga. Don't know if I have it all with me, of course, but..." She flipped through her CDs, and held up the correct one with a triumphant smirk. "I do! Judas it is."

She bent over to put the CD in, being careful to emphasize her ass as she did, and straightened up, flipping her hair over one shoulder with a toss of her head. "Sit down," she said. "Make yourselves comfortable. And," she added, leering at Kurt, "maybe you'll get felt up. If you're very, very good."

Giving a little squeal of excitement, Chloe clapped her hands before settling down, following Joy's every movement with her eyes. "Oh, he's very good," she answered, dragging her gaze up Joy's body with a grin. "But what about me?"

Joy smirked at her, drawing a hand down her side to emphasize her curves. Not that they needed emphasis. "You don't have to be good," she answered. "You just have to ask nice."

"I thought, uh," Kurt finally spoke, voice hoarse, shifting in his seat, "that we couldn't touch you?"

She sauntered over to Kurt then, hips swaying. "You can't touch me," she said, "that's true. But I..." She leaned over, put a fingertip at the hollow of his throat, and dragged it slowly downwards. "...can touch you all I want."

"Oh, holy shit," he lowly murmured, voice choked. Eyes dilated, he shifted in his seat, almost a thrust of the hips.

Chloe laughed, snuggling closer to Kurt and placing a hand high on his thigh. Nuzzling her lips against his neck, she smiled, sultry, looking at Joy out the corner of her eye. "Is there a problem, baby?"

This time, Joy's smile had more than a touch of smugness about it. But all things considered, she thought she deserved to be smug right now. "I hope not," she said, innocently, and leaned over a little farther, putting her cleavage right at Kurt's eye level. She laid her hand on his forehead, solicitously. "You know, he feels a little feverish."

Kurt's next sound was less of a word and more of a clump of syllables. There was a clench in his jaw, a flash of lust in his eyes, and his hands fisted on the edge of his seat. After a moment, he managed to tear his eyes away from the view to glance over at Chloe, who had started to run her hand up and down his thigh. "If you don't stop that, I will fuck you through the couch, rules be damned," he said, voice rough and low.

Chloe's breath caught in her throat, a smile crawling over her lips. "I might hold you to that this. But I really want to watch Joy first."

"You will not fuck her through this couch," Joy said in her best dominatrix voice, straightening up and folding her arms beneath her breasts. If this pushed them up and put them on better display, well... bonus. "You will probably get arrested if you do. However, you can absolutely take her home afterwards. In fact..." she turned her gaze on Chloe, "I would recommend it."

She should really start dancing now. If she didn't they were only going to get one song. Still, she made no move to back away from the couch.

Chloe spoke before Kurt could answer, looking up at Joy. "Do you want to fuck me too?"

Joy choked on thin air.

The resulting spate of coughing gave her a chance to think over her answer, at least. The party line-- Honey, I'm a stripper. It's my job to make you think I want to fuck you, but it doesn't mean I actually do-- would not work here; it was true, but also irrelevant. The truth-- absolutely. Now?-- might not be very well received, since for all she knew Chloe was just flirting, and it would get her fired if the management ever found out about it.

Besides, something in Chloe's tone told Joy that she wasn't just flirting. And if she was serious... a thrill ran up Joy's spine. If she was serious...

Joy settled, finally, on a cautious middle road. "Why do you ask?" she asked, tone and attitude quite serious.

"Because," Chloe answered, walking her fingers up Kurt's leg and hip to trace nonsense designs over his stomach. He let out a heavy breath that was close to being a moan, his eyes falling shut. The muscles in his chest and stomach twitched with her movements, and Chloe giggled before she continued, "we'd both fuck you. And I think that you want to fuck us, too. If it's a mutual thing, I don't see any reason for it to not happen, do you?"

She was serious. Christ on a cracker, she was serious. Just the thought made Joy wet.

She let a slow, sexy smile spread across her face, this time directing its full force at Chloe. Poor Kurt had probably had about all he could take of the sexy. "I won't sleep with one half of a married couple," she replied, and prowled forward, unhooking the clasp at the front of the light, transparent robe she wore over her lingerie. "Both halves, now, that's a different story."

Kurt's eyes snapped open at that, dark with lust and bewildered at the same time. Both his and Chloe's gaze followed Joy's every move, even as Chloe grinned.

"But we can't touch you," she purred, teasing. "Not here, at least."

Stupid reality. Joy sobered abruptly. "Yes," she said. "And please understand that nobody, and I mean nobody, here can know about this. I'd get fired." And worse, she'd never be able to get a proper job again-- not stripping, anyway. Which was kind of hilarious, given the general opinion of stripping...

She shook her head sharply, and brought herself on track. "So the answer to your question is abso-fuckin'-lutely yes, but we'll have to be at least a little bit subtle."

"I'm not about to spread any of our personal lives around," Chloe answered with a quirk of the lips. "I've got enough tabloid trouble as it is. They don't need any more fuel."

"What time do you get off work?" Kurt asked, glancing over at Chloe. "I don't exactly mind waiting. Unless you wanted to wait until a later date."

Goddamn it, why didn't she get off for another hour? "I've rented until midnight," she said, almost apologetically, and then began to smile. "On the other hand, I've already made rent. Fuck the rest. You guys wanna blow this joint?"

"Like you wouldn't believe," Kurt muttered, standing to retrieve his shirt from where it lay on the floor, and pull it over his head. He shot Chloe a grin when she made a disappointed sound. "Considering the fact that I've been hard since you walked in the fucking room and stole my shirt again."

Chloe giggled. "You can still walk," she pointed out, stretching her arms over her head as she stood. "It can't be that bad."

"It's close enough."

Chloe grinned, giving Joy a flirty wink. "I guess we'll just have to try harder from now on."

"Oh, yes," Joy said, and then had a thought. An evil thought. "In fact," she said, slinking in Kurt's direction, "I think we all need to try very hard. Especially you and me, Kurt. I don't think your wife is nearly flustered enough."

"And what do you propose we do to fix that?" Kurt asked, managing to sound only mildly interested. "Though I have to warn you that she gives just as good as she gets."

"Something you would have eventually found out anyway," Chloe retorted, looking Joy up and down one more time. "...Do you think you could keep the shoes on?"

"I could be persuaded," Joy said, just as the bouncer poked his head in and waved at her.

"Time's up," she said. "Hope you enjoyed it! Give me your number and we'll talk about those dance lessons, all right, Chloe? Thanks, Bob, I'm okay."

The bouncer nodded and withdrew. Joy turned to Chloe and Kurt and held out a hand, expectantly. "Number," she said. "And wherever you want to go. Because I am so fucking into this I can't even tell you."

Chloe pulled a marker out of Kurt's pocket, laughing slightly when it made him twitch. Gently grabbing Joy's wrist and stroked her thumb over pulse point as she jotted a number down. "Our place, we were thinking. Cameras don't show up at the apartment anymore unless I'm already in the papers for something, and it's been quiet lately. And going into a hotel or anything would be too risky, obviously. Even if cameras somehow didn't follow us, people would talk."

Lifting Joy's hand to her lips, Chloe brushed a kiss over her knuckles before she smiled. "We'll go get a cab and wait for you outside. Is that all right with you?"

Goddamn it, they were on camera. Nobody would know what they'd said in here, but if Joy did what she wanted to it would be pretty obvious. Goddamn it.

But then, there was something she could do.

"That sounds great," she said, folding her hand around the number written on it and pressing it against her breasts. Then she glanced around, leaned in close, and breathed so only Kurt and Chloe could hear her, "I am going to lick your pussy until you scream."

In an instant, Chloe's flirtatious expression disappeared and she stared at Joy with wide blue eyes that were filled with pure want. A whimper fell from her lips, and again when Kurt grabbed her hips tight, rocking against her to rub his cock against her ass.

It was a moment before either of them could speak, and Kurt was the first to answer. "We'll be waiting outside," he managed to tell her, reluctantly stepping towards the door and pulling Chloe with him. "Don't be too long."

Joy had about half a second to feel smug that she'd managed to change the game so completely before that look on Chloe's face hit her right in the solar plexus. Her mouth went dry, regions farther south went wet, and a slow, heated pulse began between her legs.

Oh. Oh, this was going to be amazing.

She swallowed, worked up a little moisture in her mouth, and whispered, "Five minutes. Count on it."

"Make it three," Chloe told her before they left, that look still in her eyes.

It didn't take them long to find a cab, and even less time for Kurt to kiss her. She wrapped her legs around his waist as he pressed her against the back door of the car, and he thrust against her just once. Chloe let out a small, trembling cry before he pulled away and set her down, helping her into the cab.

"This is happening, then? Really happening?" Kurt asked, still sounded dazed, like he was still expecting to wake up.

Chloe's reply was breathless. "It fucking better."

Inside, Joy strolled back to Shawna the bartender, split her profits, had a laughing chat, and resented every damn minute of it. Have to make this look normal. Have to. She didn't dare get caught, but every fiber of her wanted to be the hell out of this damned club and in that cab right now, with Chloe and Kurt, kissing and being kissed and touching and being touched and...

"You okay?" Shawna asked, sounding concerned. Joy realized that her mouth was open and she'd been panting. "You look kind of flushed."

Oh, God bless Shawna. "I do feel kind of sick, now that you mention it," she lied.

"Take off early," Shawna said. "The assholes--" Shawna invariably referred to the customers as 'assholes'-- "are getting drunk, so I doubt you'll make enough to make sticking around worth it."

Joy pretended to consider it, then sighed, and said, "Okay, I guess you're right. See you on Thursday." She blew Shawna a kiss and meandered off to the dressing room, not nearly as quickly as she would have liked.

"Don't you dare come in if you're still feeling sick!" Shawna called after her. "I don't need your germs!"

"Whatever!" Joy called back, then ducked into the dressing room, which was thankfully empty. She broke speed records getting dressed and out the door.

The cab was waiting, thank God not in eyesight of the door; she got in, threw her things to the floor, and said, breathlessly, "Let's fucking do this."

Completely beaming at Joy, Chloe quickly gave their address to the cab driver and promised a healthy tip if he got them there in under ten minutes. Slithering over Kurt, who muttered a low curse, Chloe quickly leaned in and nipped at Joy's ear. "If I had come as Cherry, we'd be in a private car and I'd have you on your knees and keeping your promise right fucking now," she murmured, trailing a hand up Joy's thigh.

Joy didn't bother to answer that. Instead, she launched herself at Chloe and kissed her hard, open-mouthed, hot and fierce.

It was everything she'd imagined and more.

Chloe fell back against Kurt's chest, a surprised noise quickly turning into a moan. Her fingers tangled in Joy's hair as she kissed back hard, lips and tongue and teeth. Chloe slid a hand down Joy's back, roughly grabbing her ass and pulling her closer. She moaned again when Kurt started to kiss and bite up and down her neck, squirming in between them with desire.

Yes, Joy thought, and "Yes," she moaned, and snaked a hand between her and Chloe, down the other woman's dress. Her hand slid on smooth skin and over the sudden rise of a breast, over the bumpy silky ridges of lace until she found Chloe's nipple, hard beneath the fabric. "Yes," she said again, into Chloe's mouth.

But there was a third partner in this, and she couldn't leave him out. Her other hand found its way behind Chloe and down her body (pinching her ass on the way-- Joy was only human), and worked Kurt's shirt out of his pants. She never had gotten a chance to get a proper feel of his abs.

Kurt inhaled sharply, and his stomach jerked at Joy's touch. His muscles twitched and shivered, and his answering moan was rough. He grabbed her hand and slid a calloused hand up her arm, down her curves, caressed down her thigh and up her ass to meet Chloe's hand.

Chloe whimpered, almost a choked cry, arching her back into Joy's touch. She writhed underneath her, and pressed a knee between Joy's legs, grinding up against her pussy. "Fuck yes, baby," she moaned against Joy's lips.

Joy cried out sharply at the pressure against her aching pussy and ground down against Chloe's leg. The only thing better would be hands, or mouths.

Mouths. She shuddered, and pushed down harder, then shifted one hand to cup Chloe's breast and dragged the other downwards, over Kurt's jumping muscles, down and into his pants and... oh.

She broke the kiss just long enough to leer up at him. "Very nice."

Kurt let out a hiss of pleasure, pushing his hips up against Joy's hand, and Chloe giggled, trailing kisses down Joy's jaw.

"Wait until he actually gets a chance to use it," she breathed, sucking hard on a point below Joy's ear before she continued downward. "He's amazing."

Kurt trailed his hands up Joy's curves, cupping and massaging her breasts as he took his turn to kiss her. He kissed her slower and deeper than Chloe, but just as hard, and he thrust into her hand again with a moan.

Joy, caught between Chloe's mouth wet on her neck and Kurt's hands hard-then-soft on her breasts, could only moan and arch towards them both. She pulled away from Kurt's mouth, panting, tightened the hand around him and circled the fingers of her other hand round Chloe's nipple, in steady, slow, teasing circles. "I'll believe that when I feel it," she said, and wished they would fucking get where they were going already. Her clothes seemed suddenly too tight and too hot.

"Give it time," Kurt answered, voice rough, before he kissed Joy again. He groaned against her lips, hips moving and cock twitching under her hand.

Chloe whimpered, tightening her grip on Joy's hips and trying to somehow pull her even closer. Before she could do anything else, the cab started to slow, and Chloe reluctantly pulled away from her to scramble through her purse and throw a few bills at the flustered looking cab driver. "Keep the change," she breathlessly murmured, reaching past Joy to open the door. She smiled. "Let's go."

Joy honestly did not remember getting out of the cab. Nor did she remember the trip up to the apartment, or anything about the apartment itself beyond a quick impression of a general prettiness of decor and much more space than her crappy fifth-floor walkup. The second the door closed, she yanked her t-shirt off and threw it somewhere, neither knowing nor caring where it landed, then went for the clasp of her pants. "Naked," she said, body burning. "All of us. Now."

Chloe gave a surprised squeak, before laughing and reaching for the zipper on her dress and wriggling out of it, leaving her in heels and black lace. "You're eager," she noted with a grin. "I like that." Quickly, her underwear was gone, left in a pile with her dress. Her shoes stayed on. For a moment, Chloe almost looked shy, a pretty blush spreading across her face.

"A little late to be getting shy," Kurt murmured, teasing, his shirt and shoes already off, pants unbuttoned. His eyes roam hungrily over the both of them, before he finally took off his last piece of clothing. He walked behind Chloe, wrapping his arms around her waists and caressing her breasts, causing her to shiver. "Besides..." he continued, kissing Chloe's shoulder and staring at Joy. "Joy promised you something."

Joy smiled, and kicked off her pants. Good thing she'd worn wide-legged ones today, because she still had those blue heels on, just like Chloe had asked. Blue heels, and a blue lace bra and thong that she shimmied out of as fast as she could, and not a damn thing else and quite frankly she liked it that way.

"Yes, I did," she said to Chloe. "You're going to want to sit down, darling. When I keep that sort of promise I keep it hard." She wrapped her lips around the a and purred the r, then licked her lips.

This was going to be fun.

Chloe's blush deepened, even as heat scraped up her spine. She quickly made her way to the couch, her hand tangled with Kurt's to drag him behind her. She made him sit first and carefully settled in his lap; he was hard against her ass, and she rolled her hips back against him.

He moaned, breath almost ragged, and grabbed her waist to keep her from doing anything else. "Ladies' first," he told her, moving a hand to her breast to pinch and roll one of her nipples between his fingers. "Worry about me later."

Chloe whimpered, her back arching, and she spread her legs when he dragged his free hand up her thigh. She was obviously soaking wet, the inside of her thighs already slick.

"Oh, we will worry," Joy told Kurt, sauntering over to the couch with her best hip-swaying, ass-wiggling walk. "You'll get your turn." She smiled, licked her lips again, and knelt.

Where to start? Slow would be best, she thought. Yes. Slow torture. Drag this out as long as possible and make Chloe scream. Joy got just a little bit wetter at the thought, and bent her head to press a kiss to the inside of Chloe's knee. "Comfortable, darling?" she purred, and kissed the other knee.

Chloe sharply inhaled, and hooked a knee over Joy's shoulder, pulling her closer. "Not quite. Something's missing..." she answered, looking at Joy from under her lashes.

Joy tsked, and kissed Chloe's thighs an inch or so up from her knees. "So impatient," she said. "Don't you know that good things come--" she laid light emphasis on the word-- "to those who wait?"

"I've been imagining you doing this since you started dancing," Chloe admitted. "I think I've reached my patience limit."

"It doesn't take much for her to reach that limit," Kurt murmured with a chuckle, trailing kisses up and down Chloe's neck.

"I can imagine," Joy murmured. "Let's see if I can stretch that a bit." She kissed her way up Chloe's thighs, alternating legs as she went, until she reached the top, smiled up at the pair of them... and skipped up to the arch of her pelvis and hipbones, kissing down.

Chloe whined, lifting her hips in an attempt to get what she wanted. "Please," she whispered, threading her hands through Joy's hair.

Kurt kept his eyes on Joy, his cock twitching against Chloe's back. He traced designs over her ribs, brushing teasing touches against her breasts.

Chloe gave a soft cry, writhing. "Oh, please."

Joy considered, then decided that torture was all very well and good, but plans were made for changing. "Oh, all right," she said, and without further warning, leaned down and planted an open-mouth kiss between Chloe's legs.

She'd had the foresight to grab hold of Chloe's hips, first.

Chloe cried out, her hands tightening in Joy's hair. She squirmed, trying to push her hips up, desperate for more, but Joy's hands on her hips and Kurt's arm around her waist frustratingly stopped her. Words fell from her lips like a mantra. "Please please please, fuck," she murmured.

Joy pulled back just a little, stroking her fingers through Chloe's labia. "Easy, darling," she said, laughter breaking through her voice. "You'll get there. Trust me." She leaned in and kissed her again, gently this time.

Chloe shuddered, accepted her fate, and softly collapsed back against Kurt. He held her closer, and she whimpered, eyes half closed and locked on Joy.

"Enjoying this?" Joy asked Kurt, keeping up that slow, stroking motion. "I am."

She didn't bother waiting for an answer, because Chloe tasted like sugar and wine and long half-drunk evenings in summer, having sex under the moon. Everything she'd dreamed of and more. And she'd been waiting so, so long for this. Even back when it was just useless daydreams, she'd been waiting for this.

Pleasure shot through her like electricity. Chloe moaned, and it nearly sounded like a sob of relief, hands tangled deep in Joy's hair as she arched and writhed and wanted. She twisted in Kurt's grasp, begging Joy not to stop before she pulled him to her for a kiss.

He made a noise that was close to a growl, one of his hands moving to tangle with Joy's fingers on one of Chloe's hips to both hold her close and try and hold her still. Small, pleasured noises fell from Chloe's lips and she reached behind her to wrap a hand around his cock. She could only stroke him a little bit, but it was plenty. Kurt moaned, rough, and thrust into her touch.

God, the sounds they were making. Joy squirmed, wanting desperately to be touched even as she was touching, and eventually freed a hand and reached down, between her thighs. She'd get her turn in a bit, but for now-- she moaned into Chloe's skin when she reached her goal.

Chloe tensed and shivered ay Joy's moan, heat scraping low in her stomach, and murmured her name. Her eyes closed, she didn't notice Joy pleasuring herself until Kurt did. He made a choked noise, twitching in her hand, and her eyes fluttered open.

Chloe looked down at Joy, and her eyes widened. "Oh...!," she had a chance to murmur before an orgasm rushed over her out of nowhere. She collapsed back against Kurt, and her moans built and turned into a low scream as blinding pleasure rushed over her in wave after wave.

Joy reached out blindly, caught at someone's hand, and stayed right where she was, riding out Chloe's orgasm with her. It felt amazing and tasted better, and this was only the beginning...

She waited until Chloe subsided, limp and panting, into Kurt's arms before she sat back and smiled smugly up at them. "I win."

Chloe trembled and barely managed to look down at Joy with almost focused eyes, though her answer came out as little more than a garbled whimper. Somehow she squirmed out of Kurt's lap to land on the floor and nearly tackled Joy. She kissed her hard, biting on her bottom lip, and Chloe moved a hand in between Joy's thighs to rub her clit, motions frenzied. "I'm going to finger fuck you," Chloe gasped between kisses, "and then Kurt is going to fuck you, and I'm going to watch."

Joy wanted to say "Thank God," or "You're so fucking hot when you come" or "Jesus, do you have any fucking idea how long I've been dreaming about this?" or anything, really, anything at all, but the only sound that came out of her mouth was a ragged whimper.

She kissed Chloe back, sloppy and desperate, and thrust her hips forward, begging wordlessly for more contact, more strength, more more more.

Chloe moaned into the kiss and pressed two fingers into Joy, and then another. She pumped slowly at first, circling her clit with her thumb, before she curled her fingers against Joy's g-spot. Chloe panted for breath as she broke away and bit Joy's ear. "So wet and hot," she whispered, shivering. "I bet you taste fucking amazing."

"You'll have to find out later," Kurt told her, moving off the couch to kneel behind Joy, reaching around to roughly massage her breasts. He was hard, rock hard, against her back when he leaned in close, kissing her neck. "I want you next," he murmured, almost a low growl.

Joy let out a high, whimpering moan and pressed down against Chloe's hand, reveling in the sheer pleasure washing over her. Chloe seemed to know all the magic spots, all the places that made her whimper and scream, and Kurt's hands on her breasts were perfect, not too gentle, not too rough, his penis hard against her back and Chloe's mouth wet on her skin and it was all she could do to keep from coming right then and there.

"So good," she babbled, "so good so good oh Christ right there right there right there! God!"

Chloe thrust her fingers even harder, teeth scraping along the shell of Joy's ear. She caught Kurt's eye and grinned at him before she kissed Joy again. Kurt scrambled for his pile of clothes, digging a condom out of his wallet and quickly rolling it on. Chloe curled her fingers again as he moved back behind Joy, hands sliding down her stomach to grab her hips. Then Chloe's fingers were gone and he was pushing into her with hard, short thrusts.

"Oh fuck Jesus... Christ God yes!"

Joy caught her breath every time Kurt thrust, the only interruption in the flow of words. She couldn't stop talking, couldn't stop feeling, couldn't stop seeing little dots dancing around Chloe's face like fairies.

She should probably breathe more, she realized, and about then stopped thinking entirely.

"Please please please don't... don't stop don't..."

Kurt shuddered, moaning with every instroke, and moved faster, harder. "You feel so good," he breathed into her ear, voice ragged.

Chloe whimpered, sucking her fingers clean as she watched. She moved forward and ducked her head to trace her tongue over Joy's breasts before sucking a nipple into her mouth. She caressed and fondled Joy's other breast, a hand slipping down to rub her clit in time with Kurt's movements.

It took approximately two seconds of Chloe's fingers on Joy's clit before she shattered, voice soaring and back arching as the orgasm shook her. She came back to herself who knew how much later, panting, gasping for air, blinking furiously.

"Fuck," she said. "If that's what I get for being smug I should be smug more often."

Kurt hissed in pleasure, biting at Joy's shoulder as she came. His thrusts slowed and stopped, and he simply felt her come, moans ripping from his throat. He held her close and tight when she started to come down, and pulled out of her, still hard.

Chloe giggled, sucking her fingers clean again. "I like you smug," she answered, "but I think I like you moaning and screaming like that more." She leaned forward to deeply kiss Joy, before kissing Kurt as well and pressing her body completely against Joy's in the process.

"Mm," Joy said, and leaned back against Kurt. She felt like all her bones had turned to water. "I gotta say, me too."

She gave her bones a few more moments to reconstitute themselves while she planned her next move, then she leaned forward and said, "Chloe, do you mind if I suck Kurt's dick? It looks tasty. And I don't think he's nearly as incoherent as he should be."

"Oh, Jesus fucking Christ," Kurt groaned into Joy's neck. "Baby, please say yes."

Chloe smiled, running a hand through Kurt's hair. With a glance at joy, her smile turned into a wicked grin. "Can I help?"

"Christ, yes," Joy said, and kissed Chloe, hot and wet. When she broke it off, she was panting again. "Please do."

Chloe licked her lips and smiled again, grabbing their hands to pull them to their feet and after her. "Come on. Bedroom."

Kurt didn't give Joy much of a chance to examine the decor once they reached their destination, picking her up and kissing her hard and deep before he pulled her onto bed with him. Chloe climbed up after them, interrupting them to kiss Kurt first, and then Joy.

Joy wiggled happily, winding one hand in Kurt's hair and the other in Chloe's, trading kisses between them and generally quite pleased with life.

But there was work to be done.

"All right, mister," she said. "On your back, if you please." To encourage him, she turned to Chloe and gave her a long kiss.

Chloe moaned, lightly scratching her nails down Kurt's chest before pushing him back against the pillows. She laughed a little bit when she pulled away from Joy before kissing her again, soft.

Kurt settled against the headboard, pulled off the condom from before, tied it off, and tossed it into a trashcan by the bed. Chloe leaned over to kiss him, before kissing his chest and trailing down. His eyes closed for a moment, one hair tangling in Chloe's hair while the other traced over Joy's curves.

Joy purred and arched into his touch like a cat, then sank down to the bottom of the bed and kissed his ankles. "Settle in, darling," she said, and shared an evil smile with Chloe. "It's your turn."

She ran her tongue up the line of muscle in his calf, and spun a spiral inside his knee with her tongue.

Kurt hissed, and it turned into a moan, his legs and hips jerking. Chloe traced her tongue over his hipbones, biting every once in a while to tease him, and she reached down to twirl her fingers through Joy’s hair.

Joy inched her way up his legs. He had very nice legs. Very defined muscle, she thought, tracing the crease of his knee with her finger while she kissed and nibbled her way up the opposite thigh. With her free hand she inched her way up Chloe's thigh. Different feeling, softer, smoother, but the muscle no less defined.

This was, without a doubt, the best thing to happen to her all year. All decade, maybe.

Chloe sighed in pleasure, and rested her cheek on the curve of Kurt’s hip as he groaned. She traced designs down Joy’s neck and shoulders as she got closer. Chloe was tempted to start blowing him right there, but she wanted Joy to have the first taste.

Joy traced the line between Kurt's thigh and his pelvis with her tongue, carefully, then looked up and examined him, flushed and panting on the bed. Yep. Probably about time, she decided, leaned over, and took him in her mouth.

Oh, yes. He was just as tasty as he looked.

Kurt raggedly moaned, tangling a hand in Joy’s hair and barely thrusting his hips upward. Chloe licked and sucked at the length of his cock that wasn’t in Joy’s mouth, running her hands over his thighs and then over Joy’s breasts.

"Ummm," Joy hummed, around Kurt's cock, and reached out, tracing Chloe's spine and her shoulderblades and her collarbone around to her breasts. She hadn't gotten much of a feel earlier, and now she weighed one in her hand, flicked her thumb against a nipple twice. She let Kurt's cock out of her mouth and smiled at them both. "You like that?"

“Fuck yes,” Kurt gasped, as Chloe moaned her agreement against his shaft. She licked her way up his cock and circled his head with her tongue, making him moan and beg before she took him into her mouth. She massaged Joy’s breasts, soft and then rough, slowly bobbing her head and tracing designs over Kurt’s cock with her tongue.

“Oh, fuck, baby,” he murmured, panting, threading a hand through Chloe’s hair. “Keep going slow... Give Joy a chance.”

Chloe smiled around him before pulling back and letting him go with a slight pop. She wiped her mouth before kissing Joy again.

Joy held on to Chloe for a moment, twining one hand in her hair and continuing explorations of her breasts with the other. But she couldn't get distracted by the boobies, however excellent they were; she had an equally excellent cock to suck. And it was her turn.

But first...

She slid onto her stomach between Kurt's legs, plumped up her breasts and repeated the trick she'd used at the club to take Chloe's money, using his cock as the bill. It felt really nice there, thick and hot between her breasts, and she bent her head to press a kiss to the very tip.

Kurt nearly choked, his toes curling against the blanket. He started to thrust into her touch, his eyes falling shut as his head rolled back against the headboard. Chloe moaned, watching them, and pressed gentle love bites against Joy’s neck.

"Feels good?" she asked again, breathily, and began to move up and down, sliding his cock between her breasts. She hadn't done this in a while; she couldn't, right now, remember why. "Feels good to me." She turned and managed to land a kiss on the corner of Chloe's eyebrow. Hopefully she'd take the hint and come kiss her properly.

Chloe whimpered and kissed Joy hard, sloppy and desperate. She reached down to rub and stroke the head of his cock, caressing Joy's breasts when she could.

Kurt cursed, murmuring nonsense words with every moan, and felt heat and pressure building low in his spine. "Oh fuck, stop," he hissed, tangling his hands in their hair and lightly tugging.

"I want to fuck him," Chloe murmured against Joy's lips, "and eat you out at the same time. Can I?"

A jolt of heat went straight to Joy's groin, and she let out an involuntary moan into Chloe's mouth. "God," she breathed. "Feel free. But first..."

She bent down and took Kurt in her mouth, all the way, just once. And did a few tricks on the way out.

"Okay," she said, sitting up. "I'm all yours, babe."

Violently shuddering, Kurt arched off the bed and made a sound that was close to a yell. After he collapsed back against the bed, Chloe kissed Joy one more time before crawling up his body to lie on his chest.

“I’m not promising stamina,” he panted, watching Chloe lean over him to get a condom out of one of the nightstands.

Tearing the condom wrapper open with her teeth, Chloe grinned. “Promise me hard and rough, and you won’t need it,” she told him, rolling the condom on. She turned around to kiss Joy and pushed her back against the bed, quickly trailing down her neck and shoulders. Chloe made sure to lavish Joy’s breasts with attention, using hands and lips and tongue and teeth.

Joy, ever helpful, pushed both her breasts together and held them up, almost as an offering. Chloe was nearly worshiping them, after all.

"How--" she started, cut herself off with a whimper when Chloe hit a sensitive spot, and had to catch her breath. "How do you want to do this?"

Kurt watched them, running his hands up and down Chloe’s curves as she grinned and scraped her teeth over the same spot. “Just lay back and let us take care of that,” Chloe answered, and traced her tongue down Joy’s stomach. She nuzzled at the curve of Joy’s hip, caressing her thighs, and Chloe moaned when Kurt rubbed the head of his cock against her.

"Okay," Joy said, breathlessly, and lay back, spreading her legs across the bedspread. "Ready when you are."

Chloe ducked her head to kiss Joy’s pussy, soft and then hard. She licked her, fluttering her tongue over Joy’s clit before she plunged three fingers into her, rubbing against Joy’s G-spot. Chloe tensed and moaned against Joy when Kurt began to push into her.

"Fuck!" Joy said, when Chloe licked her, and then, more breathily, "Fuck," when Chloe slid her fingers in again. She arched up, pushing her pelvis forward, reaching for more depth, more contact. "Fuck, this feels good..."

"So good," Chloe whimpered, dragging her tongue over Joy's clit as Kurt finished thrusting into her with a deep moan. She thrust her fingers into Joy, matching Kurt's pace as he began to fuck her, hard and fast. She curled her fingers against Joy's g-spot with every thrust, turning every moan and whimper into a suck, a lick, a nibble.

Joy pushed back against Chloe's hand, setting up her own rhythm in concert with theirs. Heat flashed through her nerves, coiling around her spine, peaking her nipples and tightening her muscles, winding her tight until she felt she couldn't take another touch and then winding her just a little bit more...

She wrapped her legs around Chloe's shoulders, loosely, rubbed a foot along Chloe's back, pressed the other against Kurt's abs, and braced herself.

Chloe wrapped her arms around Joy’s stomach, pulling her closer. Her tongue replaced her fingers, moving in and out of Joy with abandon, determined to make her scream first. Pleasure curled in her stomach, making stars dance at the edge of her vision with each thrust.

Moaning and breathless, Kurt slid a heavy hand up Joy’s calve. “Come on, baby,” he gasped, coaxing, “come for us.”

"No," she gasped, throwing her head back and gritting her teeth. "Not gonna!" She slid her hand down her stomach, tangled it in Chloe's hair and felt the strands through her fingers like silk.

“The hell you won’t,” Chloe breathlessly murmured, turning her head to sharply bite at the inside of Joy’s thigh. She sucked Joy’s clit into her mouth, fluttering her tongue and humming against the sensitive bundle of nerves.

Joy squeaked, jerked, and forced herself back down, pressing a clenched fist into her stomach.

She raised herself up, looked first Kurt and then Chloe directly in the eyes, and said, breathlessly, "Make me."

Chloe grinned, before Kurt grabbed onto her hips and pounded into her harder, and she cried out. Biting the inside of her thigh one more time, Chloe answered in Cherry’s voice. “Oh, sweetheart. That I’ll be glad to do.” Pressing Joy’s hips into the bed, she began again, licking her harder and redoubling her efforts.

The voice did it. The voice, and the smile and the words... Joy gasped and arched up. Her eyes shut, everything shuddered, and colors burst behind her eyelids. She cried out, incoherently, cried their names and God and Jesus and epithets, and random words she was fairly sure that she'd made up.

And damn if it wasn't better than the first time.

She kept Joy’s hips pressed against the bed, not stopping until her orgasm had run its course. “You definitely win,” Chloe murmured, voice ragged as Kurt hit a sensitive spot. “Fuck, baby, don’t stop,” she gasped, nearly sobbing in pleasure when Kurt hit the same spot again and again and... She came, her fingers scrambling for Joy’s hands as she muffled her scream against her thigh, bucking back against Kurt.

He was only able to thrust into her a few more times before he came as well, body tense and shaking, a low moan of a curse tearing from his lips.

Joy's bones were made of liquid again.

She let her head fall back against the bed, catching her breath, then reached out and tugged Chloe up to lie against her shoulder. "You too," she said, beckoning to Kurt. She always liked to just cuddle after sex, especially fantastic sex, and oh, these two.

Chloe nearly collapsed against Joy’s shoulder, trembling. She mumbled something incoherent as she pressed her face against Joy’s neck, snuggling against her and almost possessively rested a leg over Joy’s. Chloe tangled a hand with Kurt’s when he settled on the other side of Joy, wrapping an arm around her waist.

It was a moment before Chloe spoke, voice shaky and somewhat unfocused. “Can we keep her?” She asked, words almost slurred around the edges.

Joy did not stiffen and was quite proud of herself for managing that. Because there was that thing, the thing she hadn't let herself think about, and that was that she could become very comfortable here. Very, very comfortable. And they were married, and this was just very, very good sex, and she wasn't going to let that get in the way. Nope.

So she said, hopefully lightly, "I did follow you home, after all."

Kurt hummed an inconclusive response. “Asking me to think right now... Bad idea,” he managed, trailing light kisses up Joy’s neck. “Stay the night,” he suggested to her. “We can talk about it in the morning.”

“We can talk about how we’re keeping you.” Chloe told her, giggling before she kissed her. “I win all the decisions. And arguments and... everything else. It’s sort of a rule.”

"I see," Joy said, and yawned. Now that he'd mentioned sleeping... "So the trick is to agree with you?" She trailed a hand up the faint bumps of Chloe's spine, massaged Kurt's shoulders with the other.

“The sex is a lot better when you do,” Chloe confirmed, snuggling closer to Joy for a moment. She hesitantly moved away, grabbing both of their hands to tug them closer to the head of the bed. “You can ask Kurt.”

“She made me sleep on the couch once,” Kurt somberly, jokingly, answered as Chloe pulled the covers back. “One of the worst nights of my life.”

"Couches suck," Joy agreed. "They play hell on your back, not to mention the cold and lonely sad feeling." She made her best big eyes at Chloe, accompanied by a little pout. "You wouldn't make me sleep on the couch, would you?"

Chloe answered by leaning forward to kiss Joy, sucking her bottom lip in between her teeth and biting. “Look at me like that and I’ll probably fuck you on the couch instead.” She kissed her again, softer, a hand cradling the jack of Joy’s head. “Sleep, for now,” she murmured, with a small smile. “We’ll wake you up in a few hours. You’ll need your rest.”

“She means that.” Crawling under the covers, Kurt pulled Joy to him and kissed her, hands tracing over her curves. “I agree with her.”

Joy smiled. "I look forward to it," she said, "but I'm going to need a shower first. Unless..." her smile turned lascivious, more of a leer, "you want to join me in the shower. Is your shower big enough for three people?" She couldn't imagine that it wouldn't be, given the size of the rest of their apartment, but you never knew.

Anyway, they weren't kicking her out. It was a start.

She was so glad she didn't work again until Thursday.

Settling into bed on the other side of Joy, Chloe snuggled up behind her, arms wrapping around her waist. “Our bathtub is big enough for four people, at least,” she murmured, laying her head against Joy’s shoulder, fingers tracing designs over her stomach. “There’s enough room in the shower for us to fuck you in multiple different ways. Trust me.”

Kurt made a tired noise, pulling the covers up and both women closer. “Later,” he reminded Chloe. “You were the one that suggested sleep.”

Joy yawned again, and nodded. "Sleep is good," she said, and let her arm creep around Chloe, her hand sneak into Kurt's hair. It couldn't hurt. Not for one night.

Something occurred to her then, and she added, "Besides, there's always tomorrow. I still owe you a lapdance, Chloe."

Chloe purred, smiling slowly before she leaned over to kiss the both of them one last time. Kissing up, Joy’s jaw, she murmured against her ear as she snuggled under the covers, “Give me a lapdance when I’m Cherry?”

Joy thunked her head back against the pillow and groaned. "Foul," she said. "I'm really tired. No fair turning me on like that."

Chloe only laughed.