Eight

I knocked on Deon's door and waited. I wore an overcoat jacket, pair of jeans, and knee-length booths; a face mask adorned my face, completing my attire.

The door opened and Deon looked startled when he realized it was me standing at his door. Deon was shirtless, except for his sweatpants, and apparently, I had caught him while eating cereal; it was an hour past noon. I lowered my mask so I could talk better.

"Hi. There's something I'd like to talk to you about, Deon. Concerning what we owe you."

"Sure, come on in." He ushered me into his apartment and then shut the door and followed me into his living room. "Henry called me in the morning, said he'd be coming over. He sent you?"

"Yes, he sent me," I opened my overcoat to reveal my tank-top that I was wearing. "He was supposed to give you some money today."

"That he was supposed to do," he dropped his cereal bowl on the table where he had his expensive gaming console and monitor screen set up. "Don't tell me something else came up."

I nodded. "Something else did come up. It's something Henry and I spent time talking about. We want to make you another type of offer."

"What kind?"

"Did Henry ever tell you what we wanted the camcorder and lightning stuff for?"

"He didn't, but he didn't have to for me to figure it out. But look, that's your private business. Ain't nothing to do with me."

"That's why I'm here. We want to make it your business."

"How you figure?"

"We want to do a threesome, and Henry and I figure if there's gonna be a third, that it ought to be you."

He gave me a surprised look, then broke into a laugh. "This your way of weaseling out of paying me? Look, I already got me a girlfriend, alright. I don't need the extra trouble."

"This isn't going to be any trouble," I said, as I then took off my jacket and dropped it on his sofa. "And no, we aren't weaseling out of giving you your money. This is just something we want to do to grow our platform."

"You want to turn internet slut?"

"If that's what they're calling it, yeah. Beats waking up and not having anything doing, not wanting to go outside. It's good money, and it's busy work. Also, you can chip in on ideas to help us grow. Henry mentioned that you're good at doing that."

"I'm a gamer, it's what I do. I still don't know how you'd want for this threesome thing to go."

"Well, Henry didn't like the idea at first, but I managed to convince that we should first start by getting ourselves better acquainted with each other. Where's your bedroom?"

Deon pointed a finger toward a corridor beyond the living room.

"Are you alone?"

"If I hadn't been, I doubt I'd have invited you in. Why do you ask?"

"If we're not going to be interrupted," I then proceeded to remove my tank top, exposing my breasts to him, "I'd like if you won't mind leading me into your bedroom so you can then fuck the shit out of me. Unless you still want to finish your meal, and then I can return later."

He laughed. "I was about done before you knocked."