Chapter 3: Menage a Trois

Thursday was rainy and overcast. She was too sore and tired to put the hard top on her buggy so she called an Uber for her and Lizzy. Because they didn’t have to park in the back forty, he dropped them both off right next to the Admissions and Registrar building. With over half the student body done with their Finals — the Commons was unusually quiet. There was still a line waiting for the Coffee Bar to open but otherwise, there were far fewer people around. Once she had her coffee and three muffins, she bid her roomy goodbye and headed for the shop. There were ten or so MIG and TIG students hoping to test out today and the remaining fab students only had to finish priming and painting their rails before they could be signed off on their projects.

The shop was empty when she arrived. She found Brian sitting in the office typing on the computer. She placed a black Americano on the desk beside him and sat in her usual seat in the corner. He finished what he was working on and turned to smile at her. “Thanks,” he said pleasantly. “Good morning.”

She saluted him with her cup and grimaced as she took a sip.

“You, okay?” he asked.

“Just a bit stiff and sore,” she replied. “I’ll be good once I start moving.”

“Brenda left me.”

She nodded. “Good. Now we can get serious about getting you a woman worthy of your character.”

“We?”

“Sure. I’m gonna hook you up with someone who will rock your world. She is self-sufficient, driven, gorgeous, and a total nymphomaniac,” she assured him. “And I know she is currently single and seeking.”

“Sounds too good to be true,” he mused.

“How do you feel about Asians?”

“I think they can be exotic, timid, beautiful,” he replied. “Are you being serious? Cause I’m not sure I’m...”

“You, sir — need a haircut!” she interrupted as she set her coffee on the bench and slipped off her shoes. “Do you know where the Pelican Salon is over on Tremont?”

He frowned, “Rainbow awning? Next to that Cuban restaurant?”

She nodded, slipping on her boots. “You should go there after class today ... say about 3:45. Tell Stacy that you have an appointment with Summer.” She stood up and pulled her leather welding jacket slowly over her shoulders.

“Wait? You’re serious?” he asked uncertainly.

“For sure, eh,” she smiled at him. “Her real name is Soo Yun, which means Summer, I guess. She is exotic and beautiful but you can forget about timid. She may be shy at first but when you see her in riding leathers with her legs wrapped around her Kawasaki Vulcan S 900...” her voice trailed off as she got a dreamy look in her eyes. “God, she’s hot! And hopelessly straight,” she sighed.

That got his attention. Most days — when the weather was agreeable — he rode to work on his Indian Dark Horse.

All of the certifications were completed just after noon. The Fab students had arranged all of the handrails on pallets on the loading ramp apron where they would be sheltered from weather — and coated each with gray metallic primer. They wouldn’t require shop access to finish the painting portion so she locked everything up and went to hang with her roomy until she was done for the day.

“Do you know Summer over at the Pelican?” she asked as she sat at a nearby table while Lizzy finished up her last couple of orders.

“Oh my God! Do I...?” the barista replied dreamily, “She is the most beautiful woman to ever grace the planet!”

“I’m hooking her up with Brian Applegate,” Trinity sighed sadly.

“Whoa,” Lizzy came around to join her at the table, sipping her water bottle. “I can see them working out,” she added after a moment. “Wow! He’s not gonna know what hit him after a year with that twat waffle, Brenda.”

When Trinity remained silent, she looked up and noticed the taller girl focused on the center of the Quad where the circle monument sat. She followed her gaze and gasped when she saw the three familiar trench coats standing near it, looking about the inner campus and muttering to each other.

“Oh great,” she muttered under her breath. “Carson and his two homies.”

Trinity stood and faced them calmly, watching them intently from 50 yards away. When Ricardo noticed her, he bumped the other two and pointed in her direction. The three of them glared at her hatefully and then simultaneously flipped her off before turning and walking towards the yellow brick road.

“Yeah, I’m just feeling the love from here,” Lizzy said nervously.

“I don’t want you coming here tomorrow,” Trinity replied darkly.

Lizzy scoffed. “You really think those three are brazen enough to try something stupid?”

Trinity picked up her coffee turned stepped toward the Administration building.

“Where are you going?”

“To talk to campus security.”

Lizzy blew out her breath with exasperation. “Yeah, because they love you even more than those three goons,” she replied. “Honey, you do remember making them look like fools when you beat the hell out of your ex ... don’t you?”

She wasn’t wrong and Trinity was simmering with anger twelve minutes later when she stepped out of the security office and returned to the coffee bar where Lizzy was closing up. ‘Fuck this!’ she thought to herself. ‘Where was Gil when she needed him?’

The answer to that was somewhere in South America, helping a distant friend in the middle of the Amazon. She considered asking Carter for help but his distaste for guns when this was clearly looking like a gunfight, made him more of a vulnerability than an asset. ‘Allison?’ She quickly discarded that idea as well. The former Sergeant of the State Patrol was now working for the State Bureau of Investigations and had moved to the Capitol.

“Come on baby,” Lizzy said sensing her friend’s inner turmoil. “Let’s go home. I’ll make you a nice carb-loaded dinner and give you a massage,” she took the taller girl’s hand and led her to the main entrance as she pulled up her Uber app.

As soon as they got home Trinity opened the Velcro pocket on the back of her sling bag and removed her Glock. She sat at the table with her cleaning kit and field-stripped it, wiping and oiling each piece before she reassembled it and meticulously reloaded all five of her magazines. Lizzy went to her room and ordered pizza, adding a special request from the restaurant before hanging up and removing her clothes.

Despite her small stature, the platinum-blonde girl had the body of a porn star. Her ‘D’ sized breasts were firm and full with small pale areolas and firm nipples. Her hips and ass were tight and perfect and she had long ago had all of her pubic hair removed by laser. She hummed softly to herself as she quickly showered and dried herself off. She applied her favorite lotion to her skin, with extra attention to her pubis and breasts.

When she returned to the kitchen, she found her roommate honing and oiling her frighteningly beautiful knife (though ‘short sword’ seemed more appropriate when describing ‘Musashi’). She was wholly absorbed in her task when Lizzy padded up behind her and placed her soft delicate hands on her hard shoulders. She bent down and pressed her lips to the woman’s neck, kissing her and running her tongue across her skin just beneath her ear.

Trinity gasped, closing her eyes and straightening in her seat. She shuddered at the touch and the subtle cloying scent of Lizzie’s lotion had a profound effect on her psyche. She was instantly turned on and felt her nipples tingle as they tightened with arousal. She opened her eyes as the tiny girl eased her nude body around to straddle her hips and sit on her lap facing her. When she looked into the girl’s clear blue eyes, she saw her own hunger and lust reflected.

Lizzy shifted her hips erotically and pulled Trinity’s face into her breasts where she began hungrily licking and sucking on them. She felt calloused hands grip her sides and slide up her bare back possessively. Sensations like pure electricity ran through her body as she clung to the blue-haired girl, arching her back as she drew in a ragged breath. “Oh my God!” she whispered harshly as a sharp pain erupted from her nipple where Trinity bit her lightly.

She gripped her blue locks with both hands and pulled her face away firmly so that she could bend lower and kiss her with lips that were starving to taste her mouth. “Mmm,” was all she could mumble as Trinity returned the kiss with equal desire. Their faces pressed together hard as they explored each other’s mouths.

The doorbell was like a freight train locking its brakes at full speed. With a resigned sigh Lizzy pulled away and glanced coquettishly at her lover. “Dinner’s here,” she said as she delicately climbed off her.

“Fuck dinner!” Trinity growled in frustration as the tiny girl padded confidently to the front door wearing nothing but a smile.

“I thought you might say that,” she giggled.

‘Oh, this is gonna be something,’ Trinity thought as she watched her grab the door knob. ‘This pizza guy is gonna lose his shit in a second.’

It turned out to be a pizza ‘girl’ and when the door opened to reveal her, Trinity’s eyes widened.

The delivery girl was African American and easily the prettiest thing to ever enter her home carrying a pizza box. Lizzy stepped aside to let the girl enter and closed the door behind her. She stood about five and a half feet tall and had shoulder-length hair that was bleached out to a light blonde hue. Her shoes were practical for the season and her dark legs were uncovered from her ankles to the hem of her long winter jacket.

Lizzy smiled back at Trinity with a wink. “Trinity, I’d like you to meet Jazelle,” she said. “Jaz, this is my bestie Trin. I’m so glad you could knock off early and join us.”

“Hi,” the black girl greeted shyly as the platinum blonde relieved her of her pizza and coat. “I hope you don’t mind if I stopped at home to change out of my uniform.” When her jacket was removed Trinity lifted her eyebrows at her tight body-forming strapless tube dress. Her breasts were easily DD and stretched the confines of her top. She accepted the tender kiss from the smaller girl and moved over to the table, as the pizza was placed on the counter.

When Lizzy returned, she stepped behind her friend and placed her small hands around her, gripping her enormous breasts from either side. She kissed the girl’s dark skin just below her ear and flicked her tongue along the angle of her jaw. Trinity felt the hairs on her arms tingle as she remembered the sensation of that caress. Jazelle was no different in her shuddering response. Her face lifted as she tilted her head back and closed her eyes with a sigh. With little coaxing, the elastic top slipped down, freeing the woman’s delicious breasts. Lizzy cupped each one as she continued placing soft kisses along her shoulders and back.

“Um...” Trinity began as her roommate gazed at her with a knowing look.

“Your bed is bigger,” she said, answering her unasked question, slipping the tube dress further down the pizza girl’s body until it was bunched up on her slender hips. Then she stepped around the girl, taking her hand, and leading her toward to master suite. Trinity felt her pulse quicken as she got up to follow.

Jazelle was led to the king-sized bed and guided onto her back after she was stripped completely of her skirt and shoes. Lizzie crawled atop her and began kissing her passionately while the other girl ran her long-manicured nails up and down her small body.

“Trin, baby,” Lizzy breathed as she savored the black girl’s delicate touch, “please get naked.”

As she frantically pulled her clothes off, the platinum-blonde barista turned herself around and mounted her friend’s face, gasping with delight as her warm tongue began probing inside her. As Trinity climbed onto the bed, her roommate leaned forward and spread the long dark legs wide exposing her shaved brown vagina and wet pink slit. Trinity felt her senses reel as the subtle musky scent wafted cloyingly to her nose. She lay prone between the girl’s dark kegs and began kissing her inner thighs, reaching under them until her hands gripped her tight ass cheeks. She felt the woman shudder as she ran her tongue between her labia and tasted her for the first time. With a moan, she pressed her mouth over the smooth dark pussy and began sucking on her bulging clitoris hungrily. The supine girl began quivering and thrashing her legs uncontrollably. Within a minute she groaned urgently and came with a violent tremor of her hips and pelvis. Trinity redoubled her efforts, licking and sucking on her as she bucked beneath her. Lizzie cried out as her orgasm took her while she rode the girl’s face like a cowboy.

When they switched up Trinity found herself on her back being ministered to by both girls. She closed her eyes and moaned as her vagina was penetrated by several fingers and her clit was sucked and nibbled on. She gripped Jazelle’s bleached hair with both hands and pulled her tighter into her crotch, while Lizzie feasted on her breasts, nibbling on her nipples. When her orgasm rocked her, she screamed out passionately and convulsed beneath the two.

Several minutes later Lizzy stepped out and returned with the flat box held in one hand.

“Pizza anyone?”

The final day of class was no better as far as the weather was concerned. It was still drizzly and cool. There were even fewer students around the quad than the previous day but there were several groups of new admissions touring the campus and completing their final requirements with the Registrar or buying their books at the Commons library.

For Trinity, it was an easy day. She provided a brief tour for a group of next semester’s Fab students while she cleaned up the vast shop and put the welders away. Occasionally an isolated student would come by to check things out and she gave each a similar tour and briefly discussed what to expect when they arrived back in three weeks. Brian Applegate showed up for a few hours and then left to attend a faculty meeting.

Several times she stepped out onto the quad and studied the various groups, looking for any ominous signs that the trio was skulking around or up to no good. She also texted Lizzy who kept an eye out as well. By the end of the day, there were no shenanigans and she breathed a small sigh of relief as she locked up for the final time and took her keys to the Administration building.

Carter came to town that afternoon and asked her to join him for dinner at the Imperial Grill in the Westin. She brought Lizzy as her plus one and was pleased to see Jenny and Suzy accompanying him. They asked for one of the private rooms and were quickly accommodated due to their affiliation with the co-owners of the prestigious hotel — Kevin and Rachel.

“Girl, you need a haircut,” Jenny remarked as she played with her shoulder-length faded blue locks. “Are you doing anything tomorrow, sweety?”

Trinity shrugged. “Not so far,” she replied settling into her seat next to her diminutive silver-haired roommate. “Maybe later, haven’t heard yet.”

“Heard what?” Jen pried.

Carter smirked at her as she hesitated. “Waiting to see if you get to get your ass kicked by that Puerto Rican axe murderer?”

She gritted her teeth as she grumbled under her breath. “She’s way more hype than substance.”

“Yeah, tell that to the last girl that wound up with an external fixator after the second round,” he snorted. “Maybe you should come by this weekend and have some remedial awareness training.”

She met his eyes and saw the genuine offer for what it was and nodded. It was at times like this when her life suddenly slowed down, that she realized how much she missed him. “I’m going to bring Lizzy by anyway to do some target practice.”

“What is the word on those three troublemakers at your school?” he asked.

She glanced at Lizzie and shrugged. “I dunno, I figured today would be the day for them to do something stupid, but they never showed up on campus.”

“When do classes start up again?”

The short Winter term starts January 4^th,” she replied. “Three weeks from now.”

“First day will probably be the busiest, eh?”

She nodded. “It’s always crazy with new students running everywhere, trying to get their curriculums figured out.”

“That’s when I’d do it,” he suggested.

The lighting in the makeshift arena was brighter than needed, which is to say blinding to anyone foolish enough to stare up at them. There was an entire bank of floodlights directed onto the stage where the MMA contenders awaited their turns to step forward onto the scale and pose for their fans. There was an even dozen of them lined up along the back wall which served as a green screen backdrop for advertisers to add their logos.

Trinity stood third from the left with other fighters who had yet to make weight to advance their categories. She stood stock still wearing a pair of black form-fitting shorts and a pink halter top. As an unsponsored candidate, she wore no logos or uniform. Her hair was recently trimmed by Jenny and recolored uniquely and strikingly suggesting pink and green flames across her head. Her locks were braided in tiny micro braids once again and she promised to refrain from slashing them recklessly this time. She stood on par with most of the other women on the stage. Only a few were slightly shorter and only a select few featured the sharply defined physique she bore. Her skin was lightly tanned and shown with an oily sheen that reflected off every ridge and groove of her heavily muscled frame. Her abs were the envy of everyone in attendance with her washboard 12-pack.

She wasn’t worried about her weight. She knew she was 135.5 pounds exactly. It was just a formality to record her BMI and qualify her to enter the pool for this evening’s match-ups. There was no guarantee that she would even be selected to fight. There were 18 fighters and only 9 matches scheduled for the night. A wild card was possible depending on how long each of the fights was.

She looked to her left to the tall muscular woman at the far end. Carmen ‘Crippler’ Gutierez stood casually facing the audience with an expression of supreme indifference. Her dark Latino complexion contrasted with the unfamiliar pale blonde girl to her right. Her short black hair was cropped close to her scalp and her physique was intimidating to everyone around her. Her legs alone looked like they were carved from solid mahogany. Whenever Trinity made eye contact with the seasoned warrior, she felt like she was gazing into the eyes of a serpent, void of any compassion or mercy. Doubt began to creep into the recesses of her mind and she quelled it as soon as she recognized it. It was extremely unlikely that they would match her against a ‘newbie’ on the first match-ups.