Page 4 of Band of Brothers - MFMM Menage Romance (Sweet Treats 8)

I shudder as well.

“Eeew. Well, I’m definitely not going to be a master chef any day soon, that’s for sure. Okay, what were we talking about with this book?” I ask brightly. “What is Jay Gatsby looking for in life?”

My friends and I turn back to the assignment. Despite looking like goth girls, we’re actually very academically-oriented. In fact, Coke is currently at the top of our class, and Danger isn’t far behind. I wouldn’t be surprised if they graduate one-two as valedictorian and salutatorian. Wouldn’t that be a shock to my dad?

But right now, I just want to focus on my own grades. While I’m not a genius, I’m still smart enough to get onto Honor Roll most semesters. I like to read too, and if anything, reading has been my outlet all these years. After my mom left, I buried myself in books day and night. As a result, I’ve read The Great Gatsby many times in the past. Re-reading it as a part of our English course has been fun and easy.

“I think Jay Gatsby has fantasies that he’s going to be upper class,” says Coke slowly.

“But see, he never will be,” adds Danger. “The social set that he wants to join will never see him as anything but an imposter even with the gazillions he has. To them, he’s just a faker.”

“A faker?” I ask with a wry smile. “Even with Daisy on his arm?”

“Oh yeah, definitely,” says Danger with conviction in her voice. “He can’t fake it, no matter what he buys with his money.” she says.

I laugh.

“Do you think Daisy’s faking it? Lots of women fake it in life,” I add.

“In what way?” retorts Coke. “Do you think women fake it at work, or at school, or when they’re in bed with a man? Or when were you thinking?”

I shrug with a naughty glint in my eye.

“Let’s start with in bed.”

My two friends rub their hands with glee and lean in.

“Okay, so we’re definitely not talking Jay Gatsby anymore, right?” asks Coke with a wink. “Just to be sure.”

I nod.

“Definitely not.”

“Okay, well then when are women faking it in bed?” asks Danger sassily. “Do you think our moms fake it when they’re with our dads?”

Coke squeals and wrinkles her nose.

“Oh my god, that’s so disgusting! I can’t. I just can’t. Can we change the topic please? Ugh, gross.”

I merely giggle.

“I don’t want to talk about our parents either. But you know I watch my phone sometimes and see those free clips. I wonder if the women are faking it then.”

My two buddies lean forward again.

“What clips? What do you mean?”

I shrug, as if nonchalant, but inside, my heart is pounding.

“Well, you know the ones where the girl is being shared by a bunch of guys. I mean, she’s literally being pummeled on all sides by a group of men, and I wonder if she’s faking it. She’s smiling and moaning, but really. Is it just the money doing the talking?”

My friends sit back, their eyes round with shock.

“Oh my god, are you thinking what I think you’re thinking?” asks Coke.

“She definitely is,” muses Danger with a giggle. “Junie, you’re so bad!”

I merely shrug innocently.

“But don’t you guys ever wonder? I mean, what would it be like to be with multiple men at once? Is it traumatic? Is your body destroyed after servicing so many hungry, athletic alpha males? Or is it really as good as it looks? The women often look like they’re going to melt from ecstasy, and I don’t blame them. Some of those guys are hung and hot, and it could be a lot of fun.”

My two friends are still staring at me with wide eyes, shaking their heads slowly.

“I heard it’s good,” says Coke practically in a whisper. “But that’s just secondhand hearsay. I don’t really know.”

I nod encouragingly.

“Where did you hear it from?”

Coke swallows and her blonde braids shift a bit.

“Well, you know my sister is a stripper now, right? We lost touch with Heather years ago, and when she resurfaced, she was working at that place over on the edge of town.”

Danger and I nod with bated breath. This isn’t news, but what comes next is.

“Well,” continues Coke, “evidently some of the girls she works with are pretty wild. They’re on the market, so to say, for more than just dancing. You can buy that with them, and one of the options is a three on one.”

“Three?” I interrupt, my eyebrows knitting. “Oh my gosh!”

Coke smiles secretively.

“Yeah, I heard it’s a safety thing. They don’t sell sessions where it’s a true gang bang because they want to make sure that things don’t get out of control.”

Danger lets out a low whistle, and her eyes are round.

“Wow,” is all she can say. “Double wow.”

I nod.

“So what did your sister hear specifically?”