A Threesome at Last
Blitzø gets his wish
It was one of those days for Blitzø. Cold morning, cold office, and just an unforgiving aura to the day. Loona gave him the middle finger as he sulked in, and when he got into his office, he nearly fell back asleep on the floor.
This, of course, came to a swift end once Millie burst through the office door, followed by her husband.
"BOSS! BLITZ!!! MOXX AND I HAVE A QUESTION TO ASK YA!"
"Gimme a fuckin' minute, Mills... It's–"
"I think you're gonna wanna hear what we have to sayyy!" She interrupted with a melodic voice. Before he knew it, she'd skipped into his office in a pair of surprisingly short shorts. Moxxie was dragging behind.
"Make it snappy... I'm not in the mood."
"We... well, mostly me, but both of us, we wanna... well, uh... Wewannahaveathreesomewithyou." She had to spit those words out. Even for the audacious, never-silent Millie, the proposition of fucking your boss– the same boss who'd been asking to do so for years– was just absurd.
Blitzø, whose face had been swimming in his coffee mug for the entirety of the conversation, lit up immediately. "Wait... I can't tell if you're serious. The two of you can be a real pain in the ass to decode sometimes."
"W-we're serious, sir."
Well, if Moxxie said it, it must be serious. "AL-FUCKIN-RIGHT! Wait," Blitzø got off the desk he was standing on. "Now?"
Millie weighed her options. A day off work for sex? "Sure thing. We'll head back to the hou–"
"No, no, no, sweetie. We got TONS of space right here in the office. Fits the mood, don't ya think?"
They all agreed: They'd start in the conference room; the table provided the perfect space they needed.
"Let me change into something more... appropriate... and we can get this party started."
The largest smile either of the couple had ever seen was ear-to-ear on Blitzø's face.