Louis Collins: A Post-American Odyssey

The afternoon dragged. They stayed in the secure suite. The door remained locked from outside. Boots passed in the corridor now and then, and each time Louis found himself listening until the sound faded. Angelique sat beside him without saying much. Gladice tried the armchair, then the sofa, then the edge of the bed, unable to stay still for long. At last she dug her thumb into the seam of one cushion and worked a loose button free. She held it up between two fingers.

“We need a game,” she said.

Angelique looked at the button. “With that?”

“That’s the idea.” Gladice smiled. “One person hides it. The others search.”

Louis looked at her. “Search where?”

“Anywhere.” Gladice grinned. “As long as it stays in your clothes.”

Louis shook his head but smiled. “You are ridiculous.”

“Say that again when your hands are in our pants.” Gladice winked at him, then looked at Angelique. “Are you in, Angel?”

Angelique looked at her for a second, then sighed. “Why not? It’s not like we have anything better to do.”

“Great.” Gladice walked toward the bathroom. “Give me a minute. No peeking. Wouldn’t want you knowing where to grope.”

The door closed. Louis looked at Angelique. She looked toward the bathroom, then back at him. “She’s insane.”

“A little,” Louis said.

“You look too pleased.”

“I’d call it intrigued.”

Her mouth moved. “Of course you would.”

The door opened. Gladice came back.

“Alright,” she said. “Find it.”

Louis looked her over. “That fast?”

“I’m efficient.” She made a face. “You’ve got one minute.”

Louis and Angelique exchanged a glance. Then they both moved. Louis went to her left side. His hand found her shoulder first, then the seam of her sleeve, then the outside of her arm. The dress was stiff under his palm. He checked the cuff, the bend of her elbow, the line under her ribs. The order came too easily. He had seen Dominion Guards do it a hundred times at checkpoints and guarded doors.

Gladice watched him, grinning.

“Very professional.”

Angelique had already taken Gladice’s other wrist. She turned the sleeve back with two fingers, checked the inside seam, then dropped to one knee and lifted the hem of the long skirt just enough to see her shoes.

Louis’s hand paused at Gladice’s waist. The button was not there. Only fabric, warmth, and the hard little jump of his own pulse when Gladice leaned half an inch toward him.

“Keep looking,” she said.

Louis crouched and lowered his hand to the fall of her skirt. Gladice watched him and did not move. He lifted the hem enough to get his hand beneath it. The dress dropped over his wrist. His hand found her thigh first, warm and smooth, then the edge of her underwear.

He checked the waistband with his fingertips, then moved lower over the front. The fabric was thin under his palm. Gladice’s breath caught above him. The button was not there. He moved across the front, feeling her cunt through the thin cloth. The fabric was dry at first. When his thumb pressed against the clit, a small wet spot gathered at the center of the fabric. Gladice’s hips shifted against his hand.

“Bad boy,” she whispered.

His face went hot. But he kept moving down between her legs, back up along the seam, and around her hip to the back of her underwear, following the edge under the curve of her ass. Still nothing. He drew his hand back a little and felt himself hard against his trousers.

Then Angelique’s hand stopped under Gladice’s arm. Louis looked up and saw Angelique slip her hand deeper into the sleeve seam. Gladice jerked hard and burst out laughing.

“Fuck—Angel, no—”

Angelique pulled the button free from under her arm and held it up.

“Got you.”

Gladice twisted away, laughing, one arm clamped tight against her side. “Alright. You win.”

Louis let the skirt fall back over her legs and stood up.

“What now?” Louis looked at the button.

“Next round!” Gladice giggled. “Your turn, Angel.”

“Fine.” Angelique rolled her eyes but could not hide her smile. She took the button and went into the bathroom.

When she came back, Gladice did not waste time. She stepped in, caught the side of Angelique’s skirt, and slid her hand underneath. Angelique’s eyes widened. Her hand caught Gladice’s shoulder, but she did not pull away.

Louis moved to her other side. His hand stopped at her waist. Angelique turned her head toward him, her lips pressed together. He hesitated for only a second. Then his hand moved up to her neckline. His fingers found the edge of the dress and slipped inside. The fabric pressed tight against the back of his hand. He felt the top edge of her bra first, then the warm skin above it.

Under the skirt, Gladice’s hand kept moving with no patience at all. Louis saw the shift of her wrist beneath the fabric. Angelique’s shoulder shook once against his arm.

“You are enjoying this too much.” Angelique’s voice trembled.

“Sorry.” Louis slipped his fingers into the cup of her bra. The space was tight. Angelique drew in a breath through her nose. He moved carefully at first, checking along the inside edge, then deeper. Her warmth filled his palm. His thumb brushed her nipple. It was hard under his touch.

“Louis.” She gasped.

Louis kept searching. His fingers moved along the lower curve of her breast, then up the side, then across the front of the cup. His cock was rock hard now. Then Angelique shifted. A pin slipped loose from her hair. The button dropped and hit the floor with a dry click.

Gladice burst out laughing. “Really?”

Louis drew his hand out. Angelique pulled her dress straight with one hand. Her face was still flushed.

“I’m not as perverted as you two.”

“Speaking of the pervert.” Gladice looked at Louis mischievously. “Your turn.”

“I’m the pervert now?” Louis picked up the button and shook his head as he walked toward the bathroom. “Says the woman who invented the game.”

He closed the door. He looked once in the mirror and saw how red his face was. He looked away and stopped pretending to think. He unfastened his trousers and slid the button inside his underwear. It settled against his hard cock and wedged into the crease at the base. He adjusted himself once, making sure the button would stay there. Then he buttoned his trousers again and opened the door.

Both women were looking at him with hungry eyes. Gladice moved first. She reached straight for the front of his trousers and slid her hand inside his underwear. Her fingers found the button at once. She closed her hand around it and him together. She did not take it out.

“Predictable,” she murmured. “I knew—”

Louis kissed her before she could finish. Gladice made a rough sound into his mouth and tightened her hand. The button slipped down his trouser leg and dropped at their feet. She opened his trousers the rest of the way. Angelique came to his other side and pulled his trousers down. Their hands wrapped around his cock and began to stroke. Louis caught them both and pulled them in until there was no space left between the three of them.

Gladice tasted sharp and warm, her tongue pushing hard into his mouth. He sucked at her tongue and licked her lips, then broke away to kiss Angelique. She opened for him at once, and he tasted coffee on her tongue. Their breasts pressed into his chest. He dropped his hands and grabbed both their asses, pulling them harder against him.

His mouth moved between them while their hands worked him faster. His hands left their asses and slipped under both dresses. He hooked his fingers into the front of Angelique’s underwear and dragged it down. His other hand did the same to Gladice. He pushed each aside with his thumbs and found their clits both, Angelique stiffening against his right hand, Gladice grinding into his left. Louis rubbed them in small hard circles.

Angelique came first with a suppressed moan. Gladice pushed harder. Her hips worked against his fingers while he kissed Angelique. Then her hips caught and came back rougher. Her thigh tightened against his wrist. A tremor hit his palm, and wetness slicked his fingers. She ground down hard on him once more, then grabbed his shoulder and pressed her mouth against his neck.

“Louis—fuck, Louis—”

Gladice’s hips jerked again, breath hot and broken at his throat.

“Louis—I love you—”

He heard the words and came. His hips jerked forward. The first spurt hit low between them and splashed across the front of Gladice’s dress. Some of it caught Angelique’s. Another came, then another, streaking over the fabric and falling to the floor. Angelique’s hand tightened around him. Gladice’s mouth stayed against his neck. Louis made a sound into her hair, and their hands kept moving until he had nothing left.

“I love you too,” he said, his mouth near Gladice’s hair. His arm tightened around Angelique. “Both of you.”

Angelique nodded. She leaned her face on his shoulder, her fingers brushing his hair. Gladice stayed quiet. Louis felt the heat of her face against his neck before she pulled back enough to look at him.

“Fuck,” she muttered. “That was corny.”

Louis laughed. Gladice hid her face against his neck. Angelique shook once against his shoulder. Then Gladice laughed too, and Angelique followed.

“You ruined our dresses.” Angelique looked down at the stains, then at his softening cock.

“Can you blame me?” Louis shook his head, still smiling. “It’s not every day two hot girlfriends get their hands on me.”

“Since when did we become your girlfriends?” Gladice went to the nightstand, grabbed a handful of tissues, and came back.

“No idea.” Louis took a tissue from her and wiped at the stain on the floor. “But I’m glad we are.”

“Too bad we’re in Alabama.” Angelique wiped her dress. “They’re not very fond of polyamorous arrangements.”

“I suppose not.” Louis tossed the crumpled tissue toward the trash can in the corner and lay back on the bed. “I hate Alabama.”

“I like shooting Alabamians though.” Gladice took off her dress and stepped out of it. “I’m taking a shower. You’re welcome to join me.”

“Next time, Gladie.” Louis closed his eyes. “I’ve already put my knee through enough today.”

“Whatever you say.” Gladice tossed her bra and underwear onto the bed and went into the bathroom. “Pervert.”

“Do you think she’ll keep calling me that, Angi?” Louis looked over as Angelique took off her dress and slipped under the sheets.

“I thought you liked it.” She smiled at him. “And she’s not wrong.”

Louis reached over and dug his fingers into Angelique’s armpit.

She jerked hard. “Louis!”

He did it again. Angelique twisted away, laughing into his shoulder as she grabbed for his wrist. Louis caught her closer instead, and she kicked once under the sheets before hiding her face against him.

“Fuck—my knee!”

Angelique stopped at once. Louis’s laugh cut off. He rolled onto his back and grabbed his knee.

“Idiot,” Angelique said.

He made a face. She pulled the pillow back under his leg. He lay back. Angelique kept one hand on his thigh above the brace. The sound of the water from the bathroom continued. He was asleep before it stopped.

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