No Deal-A threesome teenage erotica series

The Deal

Thankfully, it seems Zane and his jerk friends are no more interested in their academics today than they have all year. No show for science, and I didn't even see them at lunch. I'm sitting in the library, reading a romance novel, when I feel it. I'm being watched. It doesn't feel like my Shadow, but at this point, I can't tell. I've been so hyper-alert all day that I can't tell anymore.

A booming crash sounds from behind the shelves I'm sitting against, making three books fall into my lap and hit my head. "Ouch!" I shout, rubbing my head.

A spew of deep voices speak at the same time. "Dude!", "SHH!", "Sorry!"

Oh no, I know those voices. Footsteps quickly rushed over to my side of the bookcase. Revealing the last people on earth I wanted to see today. “s**t sorry Angel Face, that was my bad”. Darl offers me his hand to help me up. I hesitantly take it, getting to my feet.

“So much for the king of stealth lard ass,” Issac sneers. He smacks Darl upside the head, making him scowl and rub the no-doubt throbbing headache he now has. These guys don't hit softly. I can't imagine having friends that beat me as these guys do to each other.

“Sorry for the scare there, little Mouse. We were trying to stay quiet until a good opportunity came for us to come to talk to you. You seemed pretty interested in this book.” Zane picks up the book I was reading, and I could seriously die of embarrassment right now… he reads the page I was just reading. Zanes' perfectly arched eyebrows rise high as his curiosity and interest are instantly peeked from reading how Alice and Mark are currently getting hot and heavy in a wooded area, just about to kiss…that was what I was reading right before they dropped books on my head.

“So, my little Mouse likes to read porn, huh? You know I could help you live out some of your fantasies,” he winks at me, making something in my stomach flutter.

“They aren't my fantasies, they are the authors, and it isn't porn, it's romance. Not that you know anything about that.” Darl and Issac make an “OHHH!” sound together.

“Really? So you don't automatically imagine yourself as the main character while reading these?” Zane squints his eyes at me with a playful smirk. Damn, he's got me there… so I say nothing. Giving him his answer anyway. “Exactly” satisfied with himself.

“Is there a reason you three are bothering me? Again! I've spoken to you guys more in the past two days than I have anyone in the past... lifetime,” I regrettably admit to both them and myself.

“We wanted to hang out with our new bestie” Zane slings his arm around my shoulders. He is close enough for me to smell his cologne. Wow! It is nice.

"Bestie? We’ve gone to the same schools together since elementary and have never spoken to each other before now. So why do you all suddenly find me interesting enough to strike up a conversation?” The awkward glances they give each other remind me exactly what they want. “Ohhh…right, I almost forgot, you need me now. It's not that you want to be friends with me. Or are attracted to me regardless of your smooth-talking words," I remove his arm from around my personal space so I can regulate my breathing. "But because I'm the only one who would ever have a chance of helping you boost your grades enough to graduate.”

“How do you know we trust fund babies can't just pay our way to good grades?” Issac is still sore about my jab yesterday.

“If it was another class, I would say that's a high possibility. But you and I both know that Mr. Marks can’t be bought. Which is why you're all here. You want something from me. The question is, what do I get out of it?” Folding my arms across my chest, I try to seem more confident than I am.

“Damn, maybe you're not as nice and innocent as we thought…” Darl looks me up and down. Not in a s****l way, but in an I see you, kind of way.

“I'm plenty nice. What I am not is a doormat. You can't just walk all over me like you do the other girls around here. I'm smart enough to know when people aren't who they say they are. Or when they want something from me. So…how do we help each other?”

“Alright, fair enough, Mousey. But I have to warn you that what I want and what I need from you are two very different things.” he winks at me again. I wish it didn't send butterflies loose in my stomach, but it does.

“Gag!” Issac makes a fake puking sound.

“We all need your help, you know this. I can't be coming back to this s**t hole just for summer school. What do we have to do to get good grades for the rest of the year?” Zane gets his business attitude on.

“First, you are going to have to sign up for the online portion of the class. It's more than half the grade. If you meet me in the computer room after school, I can help you get through some assignments together. And no, that doesn't mean I'm going to let you copy all my work. Mr. Marks will know I gave you all the answers, and then my grades will be in jeopardy. As for the labs, you're going to have to come to class. I can't help you if you aren't there.”

Issac steps forward. “Let's get to the part where you tell us what you want in return.”

I stop and think it over for a few minutes, sizing up each guy in front of me. There are things I want to accomplish for myself before I graduate. College isn't likely in my future. At least not right away. I need to think about how I will present myself to an employer right after school is over. And baggy sweatpants and T-shirts don't exactly scream I'm a reliable higher. I've tried... it didn't go well. Money is a dream I've never known and let's face it…my checks are going to stop coming, eventually. I can't keep living as I have. I need money, for food, clothes, bills, etc. and these guys look like the right kind of besties to help me. Not to mention the fact that the collectors are going to get greedy. I know they want their money and $400 a month will not satisfy them for long. My... John left me this burden, so I have to be prepared for whatever is to come. “It's no secret I have no money…” I start.

Isaac interrupts me. “I f*****g knew it! Of course, you want our money. You are just like all these other gold-digging whores around here. How much do you want from us? A couple hundred? A couple of grand? Each? What?” his anger is understandable. I am sure they get hit up for money all the time.

“On the contrary, I want your help,” I answer him.

"Say what now?" Darl looks very confused.

“You want our help?” Zane clarifies.

“Yes, I'm probably not going to college, so I need to look halfway decent for employers and I want you three to help me become…presentable. I'm not oblivious to my not having the most attractive ensemble. I just don't have the funds to fix it. That's where you come in, Isaac.”

“You want me to buy you a new wardrobe? Are you serious?” he squints, not quite believing me.

“Yes, from what I can tell, you seem to have the most funds available for your personal endeavors." I have seen all of them wear named brands, but Issac is the one with the new phones, new shoes, etc. Every month without fail. He showers his conquests with jewelry and clothes all the time. They all have money, but Issac flaunts it 24/7. "I need dress clothes, casual outing clothes, accessories, hair stuff, and workout clothes. Which leads me to Darl…”

“Me?” he points to himself.

“... I want you to... teach me how to fight." Silence fills our aisle, and then all three of them laugh. Booming so hard that I'm surprised the librarian hasn't come to kick us out yet. After about five solid minutes of them laughing, they finally calm down enough to see I'm not and that I'm dead serious.

“Why the hell would you want to learn how to fight?” Zane questions me.

“I have my reasons.” A dark shadow runs a quick line across Zane's face. So fast I could have missed it if he wasn't only a foot away from me, looking into me like he saw something I didn't want him to. A type of silent understanding settles around us. “So, are you guys in?”

“Ya, I guess, at least your gold digging has a purpose, I suppose. The other girls I'm with just expect it because they are pampered bitches. At least you want it for a necessary life cause." Issac reasons.

“Ahh, I'll teach you as much as I can... but if you get hurt, it's not my fault,” Darl defends himself with his hands up.

“Understood”

“What about me, Mousy, what do you want from me?” Zane... His sly smirk tells me he is hoping for a really enormous want/need-filled. Sorry to disappoint Casanova. “Your dad owns that big business downtown, right? The one with the big glass window up top?”

If I didn't know any better, I'd say Zane was not happy about me knowing where his dad works. His squinty eyes measure me up again. “What do you know about my father's business?”

“Not much. That's why I want you to get me a job there.” Zane's angry eyebrows separate. Whatever he thought, I was going to ask. That wasn't it…

“A job..?”

“Yes, it's easier to get a job if you have already had a job. A position at a company like that, I could get a job anywhere I choose.”

“Not likely,” Issac, chuckling under his breath. Zane shoots him down with a death glare.

“Look Mousy, I don't think you are cut out for a place like that.”

“A place like what? Is there something wrong with his company?”

“The company is fine. The boss is just an asshole. You wouldn't last a day working for him.” Issac snickers under his breath something like, Not clothed anyway, and fist bumps Darl.

“Let me worry about that. What is it they do there?”

“Loans,” he says carefully.

“Business or personal?” I ask him trying to figure out the type of business it is. But he is very cagy about the details.

“... all kinds of loans”

“OK, well, I'm good with numbers. I could help with certain transactions and filing. I'll scrub the toilets if I have to. Just help me get a job and I will help you pass.” I don't care what I have to do, I just need the experience. Not only are my current clothes a glaring issue, but my stepfather's reputation has also made me lose credibility.

“It isn't just my father's company, he has partners. Partners that don't like strangers."

“It's a good thing that I have you then, right? Bestie!” I say with a sly smirk.

Darl laughs “damn man, she's a firecracker”.

Zane rolls his eyes, folding his arms across his wide, fit chest, “… fine, I'll see what I can do…but for this to work, you and I aren't just going to be friends, babe.”

“What do you mean?”. I don't like the sound of this.

“I mean no honey, no money.”

“I don't think that's how that saying goes.”

“My father and his partners will not believe that I am just friends with a girl… for this to work, you and I are dating sweetness. And not just hanging out dating, but full on, sucking my face in public, f*****g, relationship.”

“NOO!”

“Then you had better find something else you need from me, dear, otherwise I can't help you and I need your help.”

“I am not sucking your face in public or sleeping with you just to prove to a bunch of uppity strangers I'm worthy of working there. Forget it!”

“Then forget the job.”

“Then forget my help.”

“GRAH WOMEN! This is why I don't date!”

“No, you don't date, because then girls would have a reason to be pissed off about the fact that you are a sleaze.”

“When you have got this much testosterone, babe, it needs an outlet. One socket isn't enough for this plug."

“Ew! Gosh, why do you have to be so crass?”

Darl, not so subtly, whispers to Isaac, “What's crass mean?” Isaac just shakes his head and takes a deep breath, looking more and more exasperated as this conversation continues.

“Alright, alright…how about this? We tell everyone we are dating, we do the couple s**t in public, but we don't f**k” He offers reluctantly.

“Sounds like a real relationship to me”, Issac jokes to Darl, who first pumps him again.

“Why would you want to have a fake relationship with me?” This all seems like way more effort than these jerks are worth.

“Trust me, I don't, but if you want a job there, then we have to make you and me seem really close. Really, really close. Otherwise, they won't trust me or my word. Therefore, they won't trust you. That could put a very dangerous haze over both of our heads. You don't want that. Trust me."

“You make it sound as though the MOBB will come down on me the second I slip up.”

“Not the Mobb sweetheart, but if you get caught doing something, you are not supposed to while you are there. Or, for any reason, you turn out to be someone other than what I say you are… you're going to wish the Mobb was your only worry.”

The seriousness of what he says shocks me. Maybe this is a bad idea… I've heard the rumors. Maybe it's not all just gossip after all. Surely I can find something else I need from him…but I can't think of anything. And I need work experience. Big flashy kind that other employers can't overlook. “What would we have to do in public?”

“We can work on us later. s****l chemistry is something we don't lack.” Zane wraps his hand around the lower part of my back, pulling me close enough to smell his cologne again. It smells so good. A tight ball of nerves shuffles into my gut, making me jumpy in an exciting way.

“Is there a reason we still have to be here for this s**t?” Isaac makes me focus back on the task at hand.

“The main thing while being there would be to keep your nose out of other people's business. Don't talk back to people. Don't speak unless spoken to. Just go do whatever job they assign and don't talk or look at anyone. Keep your head down and have a low profile. Put on a show of actually liking me while in front of my father and the other bigwigs, but other than that, it should be cake.”

“A-Alright, that seems easy enough, but what do you mean by working on u-us?” my voice wobbles.

“Explanations for another time, babe. Now, do we have a deal?”

“Fine…but no s*x… of any kind” I point a finger into his solid chest and his eyes devour me.

“We’ll see” the damn smirk again. I shake my head. This guy sure gets points for being persistent.

We shake hands, sealing my fate, whatever it may be.