Menage: Seduced By Desire (Bisexual, MMF, Threesome) (3 page)

June pulled up to the ranch in a Ford Sedan feeling entirely out of place. She hadn’t really been around this sort of rural environment since she was a kid, but it was time to get the hell out of the city. So here she was. An old man who could have been her grandfather walked out of the house. “You must be June.”

“Yes, sir.” She gave him a smile.

“I’m Roger.” He eyed the car a moment, then gestured her inside, out of the blazing heat that baked her skin as soon as she stepped out of the air conditioned car.

Squinting as she stepped into the more dimly lit house, June looked around, reminded all the more of her grandparents place and summers as a kid. He led her to the kitchen. “So I understand you know how to work with horses? Got experience, you said. ”

“Yes sir. I haven’t done it in a long time, but I’m glad for the opportunity to do so again.” June brushed her hair back. “I used to spend my summers on my grandparents ranch and my dad had some horses too. Mostly for show though.”

“Just decided to get out of the city?” he asked. “Tea?”

“Yes, please. And it was time. I missed being out in the country like this. I appreciate the opportunity you’re giving me, sir.”

He poured her a glass of iced tea and looked her over. “Finish that and I’ll introduce you to my grandson. He’s the main one I have working with the horses, but I think it’ll help him to have another hand around. Besides, I want to see how you do.”

“Of course,” she said. “Thank you.” She finished it fairly quickly, aware of him watching her and wondering if that had been a test too as she handed the empty glass back and he put it in the sink.

They walked back outside and past a small garden. “If you get the job, there’s an old bunkhouse you can stay in,” he said, pointing to a ramshackle building next to the barn. She idly wondered if it even met safety codes. “No problem.”

He gave a small grunt in response and led her to the corral where a man only a couple years older than herself was walking a horse. “Harlan, this is that girl I was telling you about.”

Harlan looked up at her and June was struck by his dark hair and blue eyes. “You’re here to work the horses?” he asked, just a hint of condescension to his voice.

“Yep,” June smiled, ignoring the tone.

He clucked at the horse and brought it to a stop. “Let’s see what you can do,” he said. Harlan walked the horse over to the corral and let it loose, before going to the barn and taking out another horse. This one had a bit of a wild look in its eye, mane and coat a dark black, with a crackle of white on its nose.
Good
, thought June,
perfect way to prove I can handle a horse
.

“This one here is Lightning,” said Harlan.

“Unbroken, right? Okay.” June slipped into the corral and took the lead. Harlan stepped back, but not out. The horse looked her over and started to pull away with a decisive snort. June spoke low and didn’t let him walk away. With another soft command she got him to start walking, going slowly in a circle. He pulled away from her a few more times, but she kept him going, not letting him take control away from her.

June was happy to realize this felt like breathing. Or maybe riding a bicycle. She’d been reading up on the subject since she’d decided to find a job and it was paying off now. Suddenly the horse went at her instead of pulling. She gave it a firm command and didn’t back away, getting it back to the walking it had been doing. Out of the corner of her eye she saw the two men share a look.

“That’s enough, June,” said Roger, nodding to Harlan.

Still looking a bit unhappy about the whole situation, Harlan took the horse back from her.

“Come on, June, let’s go over the paperwork and get you settled.”

“Thank you, sir,” she said. “Nice to meet you, Harlan.”

He gave her half a nod and focused on the horse. June followed Roger back into the house. “He’ll relax,” he said. “Sometimes I think Harlan is as skittish as some of our horses. You just keep handling the horses right and he’ll come around.”

“Thank you.” She sat at the table where he gestured too and brought out some paperwork.

June read it over. Everything was like they’d agreed over the phone. The pay wasn’t great, but with somewhere to sleep it was making up for some of it. When she finished, she drove her car up to the ramshackle bunk house and stepped inside.

It wasn’t quite so awful inside, but it still needed work. At least there was a bathroom and running water. “You can eat with us in the house,” said Roger. “Just ain’t got an extra bedroom right now.”

“It’s fine,” smiled June. “Least this way I’m close to the horses.”

Roger nodded. “I’ll let you get settled. You need anything, you come on up to the house, just come in. I’ll get you a key too.”

“Okay. Thank you again.”

June watched him leave, then went to unpack her car. There wasn’t much, but she’d been determined to start over here. Smiling to herself, she grabbed her cowboy hat and put it on, checking herself out in the mirror. It was still fairly new, but it would be broken in sooner rather than later.

Humming to herself, June put her few things away and hung up a picture of her father. It was the one thing she’d done in every place she lived, city or country. Smiling, June looked around and headed back outside.

Harlan was still working the paddock. She walked over to watch, leaning on the fence. He had a sure hand, which was always important when dealing with horses. He ignored her presence, keeping his focus only on the horse. June had done her research and she knew that Harlan was one of the best in the area, which was why the other reason why he worked for his grandfather. Hopefully he didn’t feel overly threatened by her being here.

After a while, Harlan finished what he was doing, and looked at her now. She was caught by his blue eyes, seeming to peer into her. His brown hair was just a bit on the long side, hanging underneath his hat.

“Suppose I should introduce you to the rest of the herd,” he said.

June smiled. “I’d like that.”

Harlan nodded and clucked at the horse he was with, walking it towards the corral. He pointed out each horse and gave their name and a little bit about them. June listened closely, not only because it was important to know, but because he had a gravelly voice that kept her attention.

“Then there’s more in the barn,” he said, leading her that way. “You’ve got the bunkhouse, yeah?”

“Yep. So I’m close to the barn if there’s ever any need in the middle of the night.”

“Not too often, but I have to admit I’ll be glad for it. I’ve slept in the loft a time or two.” Harlan got the doors and June stepped inside, giving her eyes a chance to adjust.

“Your grandfather has a lot of horses, doesn’t he?” she asked as they moved deeper, the smell of hay and horses comforting and familiar.

“Yeah. We’ve been working this land since at least his grandfather was a boy. We’ve always been horse people. What about you? He said you’ve got experience, and I can see that you’re rusty, but you’ve got some.” Harlan was looking her over.

June ignored the slight barb. “I grew up on a place like this. Not this big, my father only had a couple horses. But he taught me most of what I know. And what I don’t know I learned on my grandparents place. It was more this side, though still not as big.”

Harlan nodded and led her down the stalls. He pointed out which horses were new and which ones were pregnant. “We’ve got a couple pretty good studs in the area, though he doesn’t always use them.”

I’ll be you have some good studs, thought June, then mentally smacked herself for the thought. They were coworkers and more than that, he was the boss’s grandson. “Does your father work here?” she asked instead.

Harlan shook his head. “My dad left when I was young. Roger is my mom’s grandfather. She lives in town, handles some of the business side of things.”

“Oh. Sorry to hear that. My dad raised my pretty much by himself.”

Harlan looked at her, maybe with a little more respect in his eyes. “You seem to have done all right for yourself.

“You too.”

Harlan cracked a slight smile at her and took her out to meet the foals.

Eventually, they ended up back at the house for supper. She was a bit surprised to realize that Roger had cooked for them, but quickly covered it up. The food was plain, but filling. He smiled at her as she ate. “I’m too old to go chasing stallions,” he said with a smile, “and I like to cook. Sometimes anyway. Keeps me busy.”

“Well, it’s a great place you’ve got here. I can see how well you take care of your stock.”

Roger scooped her another bit of potatoes. “They’re good horses and I know I can trust Harlan to take care of them for me. And that’s why I hired you. Getting to be just a little more than one person can handle.”

“I’ll do my best not to let you down, sir.”

“No, I am certain that you won’t.” Roger said, giving her a wide smile….

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Amelie tapped her red Prada pump against the Coffee Shops black tile. Her long beautiful legs were crossed and a cloth napkin laid delicately on her thick thighs. She rolled her pretty blue eyes as the clock past another minute after the time Mona said her blind date would be there. An annoyed sigh escaped her beautiful thick blood red pouting lips, and she twirled her long blonde hair as a woman came through the coffee shop door. Amelie looked out the window and decided to leave. The next person to come through the door was a shorter man with a muscular build. He had fire red curly hair and a baby face that was covered in freckles. Scars from burns also plagued his face. Amelie cringed as he sat down at her table.

“Hello, my name’s Parker Moore. You must be Amelie Rose. Mona told me all about you, but her words couldn’t do your beauty justice.” He said extending his hand, it was also burned and hard for Amelie too look at. Amelie scoffed back and denied his extended over work worn, permanently stained and callused hand. She knew he was the firefighter Mona had told her about. Some friend she was.  Mona knew that this man wasn’t the kind Amelie was interested in. He last three boyfriends owned islands and paid for them with modeling jobs.

“Ugh, yeah. I think Mona was mistaken though, I’m afraid I’m going to have to cancel the date.” Amelie said as she stood up and straightened her designer black dress.

“If this is because I was late I’m so sorry. I got called into work, it was an emergency. I got here as soon as I could. I really would like to apologize properly if you’d allow me too.” Parker stumbled on his words, extending his gnarled hand again. The fear of rejection hung in his bright emerald eyes, but he smiled. 

“I’m sorry. It’s not your timing.” Amelie said as she left the coffee house without taking another look at the unattractive man. Amelie watched through the window as Parker sat himself down at the table and held his heavy head in his arms.

Amelie continued down the street picking up her phone. As she called Mona she prepared herself to scream at her for her betrayal.

“I can’t believe you would set me on a date with that monster of a man.” Amelie said as Mona answered.

“Amelie I told you that it was a favor for Bill. He just lost his wife and needs a confidence boost.” Mona asked pleading.

“Is that what I am to you? A confidence boost?” Amelie hung up violently. Anger rose from within her. A favor to Mona’s husband? How unbelievable.

This date was supposed to get her back out into the dating world. Amelie’s last boyfriend, Nathan had left a horrible abyss within her that no amount of shopping could fill. This date was meant to be a distraction for her, not a favor to Mona’s idiot husband Bill. Amelie fumed even more thinking about Nathan and the missed opportunity of a night off. She walked the streets of New York aimlessly, stomping her pumps. The ring of Amelie’s phone almost made her jump out of her porcelain skin. She was happy for the chance to tell Mona where she could shove her blind date.  

“Mona I don’t want to speak to you right now. I can’t believe you.” Amelie said as she went to shut the phone again. A man’s voice surprised her as it came through.

“Is this Amelie Rose, daughter of Raquel and Samuel Rose?” The man’s voice sounded apologetic.

“Yes.” Amelie said with extraordinary pride for her wealthy, successful parents. It was normal for newspapers and magazines to call asking for interviews about the corporate power couple.

“Miss Rose, I’ll need you to come down to your parent’s home at your earliest convenience. The sooner the better.” The man other end of the phone hung up.

Amelie jogged to the side of the street and hailed down a cab. She had the driver rush to her parent’s home on Park Avenue. Thoughts of what awaited her when she arrived got her excited. She hadn’t seen her parents in about two months and her twenty first birthday was just around the corner. Perhaps it was a surprise party or an elegant soiree. She thought, hoping for something dazzling. When she arrived, she wasn’t greeted by servers dressed tastefully, or acrobats on the lawn that were paid by her parents. There were no decorations or music either. Instead, she was greeted by grief and agony that struck her heart. There, the mansion that Amelie had grown up in was burnt down completely. Smoke hung in the still air above the house, and fire trucks were parked close, as police officers talked to neighbors. Nothing but ash and rubble remained of her childhood home. She ran up to the gate where police officers and firemen stood talking, frantically looking for her parents. A woman with hair pulled up into a tight bun and a blazer walked up to her.

“Miss Rose, I’m so sorry to inform you, but there were no survivors of the fire. Your parents were inside the house when it ignited.” Amelie’s knees and purse hit the hard pavement and she let out a shrill scream as her entire world crashed around her.

People walked around her as she cried and cursed god. Mona’s pearlescent Cadillac pulled into the extensive drive way and she ran to her dear distraught friend. She knelt down next to Amelie and held her in her arms. Amelie cried as Mona rubbed her back and comforted her. It slowly became night and the sky turned black, stars twinkled not seeming to care about Amelie’s crushed life. She still sat on the driveway in front what remained of her family’s mansion and rocked herself in Mona’s soft arms.

“Sweetheart, let’s get you home. Here’s your phone.” Mona finally spoke as she helped her devastated friend up. She slipped a phone that was laying in the driveway into Amelie’s handbag along with the contents that had spilt onto the driveway.

Amelie nodded as Mona helped her into her Cadillac. Bill silently drove Amelie and Mona to Amelie’s apartment across town. None of them said anything, but Amelie did what she could to not look at Mona who was flashing sympathetic big brown eyes toward her. Amelie hated feeling pitied. It made her feel vulnerable and weak. She looked out the cars tinted window and did everything she could to not break down again. Her breath was hard to catch, and she squeezed her eyes tightly. The tall white building with layered balconies appeared out the window, and Amelie took a deep breath. The same place that Amelie called home for the past three years suddenly felt unfamiliar. She wanted nothing but her parents and her childhood home. She wished to go back and accept her mother’s offer to live with them, but remembered how she insisted to be on her own. 

“Are you going to be okay tonight dear?” Mona asked, putting a delicate hand on her back. Amelie left the car as she slammed the door and went into the apartment without responding. She didn’t understand her anger toward Mona but she was glad to have somewhere to direct it. The Cadillac drove off into the night and Amelie wanted to scream at them not to leave her alone. Instead, she walked up the stoop and into the building, holding her head high. 

Her luxurious apartment had never felt so empty and baron as she unlocked and opened the door. Amelie turned on the lights and took the single photo that hung off the hallway wall. She took it into her bedroom with her, holding it tightly. She passed an art easel with the same unfinished, and untouched painting that had sat there for over a year. All the walls were white and it hadn’t really looked like anyone lived there. There were no decorations or photographs besides the one in her trembling hand. She unzipped her black dress and let it fall to the floor before kicking off her pumps and threw her handbag onto the side of her bed. All that remained on her toned, tanned body was her red and black lace lingerie that Nathan had given her before she found him cheating with the elementary school teacher. She wished the underwear hadn’t been so appealing so she could throw it away and forget about that asshole. She shook the thought of Nathan from her mind and crawled under the feather down Duvet and on top of the silk sheets, and turned on the plain tableside lamp. She held the photo up to her chest and then looked at it. The photo was taken almost ten years ago today. It beautifully portrayed her parents and she on her eleventh birthday in front of what was now their charred tomb. Amelie let the hot tears streak through her carefully done make up as she remembered her wonderful childhood. She thought of the horseback riding her mother and her loved to do together and the golf she enjoyed with her father. Her heart was overcome by the feeling of guilt as she thought about all the time that had passed since she last saw her beloved parents. She ached inside to have that time back with them, that time to love and cherish them like they deserved. Amelie knew time was the one thing that she could never get back no matter how much money she had or how hard she worked. Pain and agony flooded her body, it was followed by the sensation that it was all a dream. The day had been so bizarre it couldn’t have been real. The throbbing ache that Amelie felt was so sever, it couldn’t be real. Sleep captured her to that thought, that none of it had happened….

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