An Unlikely Threesome/ Friday Girl Part 1

Finally ready to hand in my final assignment for the year. My first ever fictional short story. Behind every story is an element of truth, the rest is up to your imagination.

Introducing part 1 of 2 of An Unlikey Threesome or Friday Girl whichever title you prefer. Enjoy. 

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I’m sitting on one of two brown leather chairs. His body is merely inches away from mine. He begins to disrobe revealing a perfectly sculpted physique, the product of extreme discipline and countless hours of training. His job as a television presenter placed particular emphasis on the aesthetic appeal, lucky for his career this man was basically flawless apart from a back injury he had sustained as a teenager. After all, that is why he is here at this swanky wellness clinic on the outskirts of Sydney. What about me? What is my role in this charade? The supportive girlfriend, the compassionate lover or just a curious bystander? The latter makes me smile.

I lean back into the warm embrace of the leather chair, crossing my legs confidently. It is all a lie. Bill removes his tobacco coloured chinos and I somehow manage to stifle a giggle as the outline of his sizeable bulge comes into sight. I must seem in control of the situation even though I’m not. I brush back several long strands of chestnut brown hair and glare up at him suggestively. I can tell that he is pleased with my enthusiasm and as long as he is satisfied then maybe I can stay in his life a little longer.

Suddenly, a tall, olive skinned man in a crisp white shirt enters the room and greets Bill with a warm familiarity. His gaze turns to me, we lock eyes and his narrow as he sees how uneasy I am in my surroundings. The earnest smile he has reserved for Bill is suddenly replaced with a curious grin. I am momentarily disorientated. This young man cannot be Bill’s chiropractor, can he? His black hair is dutifully tamed and his formal attire makes me feel painfully casual in my blue jeans. Although he isn’t conventionally attractive, something about his manner instantly engages me.

We exchange greetings briefly before the two men dive into something that resembles a rehearsed performance rather than a formal consultation.

“So what brings you here today, Sarah? The opportunity to see Bill in a fair bit of pain?” The chiropractor playfully questions as he stands behind Bill and assesses the contour of his spine.

Bill gives me a discrete wink, yet remains solid like a heroic renaissance sculpture with his arms crossed over his chest.

I’m not a permanent fixture in Bill’s life, unlike a childhood friend or an old flame. I’m not even the beginning of something spectacular like a new love. Bill has an ex wife and I barely have a university degree. I am unattainable to him and he is completely off bounds for me. At first this was the light in our lives, the excitement that followed me everywhere but I had noticed in recent weeks that Bill was fast reaching his plateau. I was no longer challenging him or urging him to chase me, instead I was giving in to my femininity, my desire to be loved. I knew very well that if I continued to show my vulnerability, Bill would soon stray. I had tried to break it off several times before but that just fueled his desire more. If this infatuation was to end and it would eventually end, it would be on his terms. I would be left emotional wounded and he would find someone more attractive and less of an emotional liability to accompany him to his routine appointments.

Bill is now lying face down on the drop table and the chiropractor who I notice has very muscular forearms is cupping Bill’s head with his hands. I wince as I hear Bill’s neck crack and my eyes immediately fall to the floor as if not allowing myself to see such a strong man in a moment of weakness.

“You’re not doing a very good job at distracting him from the pain” the chiropractor laughs, commanding my attention back to the table of death. I’m still not entirely convinced that this man is a certified practitioner let alone the ‘genius’ responsible for fixing Bill’s back. Although Bill lived in the Eastern Suburbs he didn’t act like it, but this guy did. The chiropractor eluded confidence and entitlement, traits that were probably responsible for getting him ahead of the game especially at such a young age.

After he finishes working on Bill’s upper body he repositions himself in front of Bills’s lower back, swiftly pulling down Bill’s briefs to expose a firm bare ass.  The chiropractor glimpses over to catch my expression yet somehow I managed to hold composure. I will not give him the satisfaction I tell myself sternly. With a lot of determination I remain tame on the surface, internally I’m losing my shit.

It then dawns on me, while I was contemplating my next move with Bill I had failed to realise that a new game had already begun. Bill lay motionless on the drop table and I decide to test the boundaries of this new game. I smile at the chiropractor, he smiles back. I feel a familiar, pleasurable tension shift down below and the warm leather begins to burn against my palms.

TBC...