“We should go inside,” I say, picking up my mat because I feel like a fish out of water.
“Actually,” Mangelli says, throwing an arm out to stop me. “What if we went to your place again? I think Bennett wants to… talk. In private.”
Uh oh. I glance at the new satyr again, and he offers me a tentative smile. With his glasses and shorter stature, he’s not intimidating, but the last time Mangelli came over to have a conversation? We all know how that ended.
With one last glance at the studio, I sigh and nod. “All right, fine. See you there.”
My nerves are a tangled mess the whole drive back to my apartment, imagining what Bennett might want to “talk” to me about. Is he going to ream me for ruining his marriage? And where is Mangelli’s other husband?
I have tons of questions and no answers as we pull up into my parking lot. Bennett and Mangelli wait patiently as I open the door to my apartment and let them inside. My blood is roaring in my ears at the confrontation that might be coming.
Inside, though, Mangelli grabs me in his arms and hauls me toward him. I squeak in surprise, and he chuckles as he squeezes me tight.
“Sorry,” he says, leaning down to nose my hair while he embraces me. “I just wanted to hug you. And get a good whiff of you.”
What is with them and smelling me?
I hear Bennett clear his throat, and Mangelli releases me. I can’t believe he just did that in front of his husband. Maybe this isn’t going to be what I expect.
I scurry into the kitchen, gesturing for them to both sit down. Again I ask for drink orders, and again, everyone wants water. My hands are shaking as I serve a few mismatched glasses full of water, then finally take a seat at the table with Mangelli and Bennett sitting on either side of me.
Bennett pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose, and his eyes with the square pupils focus on me.
“Do you know anything about our situation?” he asks. “Me, Arthur, and Jack?”
Guiltily, I have to say, “No.”
“Satyrs are open about sex and relationships. We’re polyamorous and often form large herds.” But then he lets out a deep sigh. “But you should understand something. Our husband, Jack, is the buck of the herd. We don’t want to get him involved in this.”
“You want to go behind his back?” I ask, frowning.
Bennett shakes his head. “What I want, hopefully, if you’re agreeable, is that we all get what we need.”
That’s when I notice him adjusting himself, and he’s got a surprisingly large hard-on underneath his jeans. I raise my eyes to his, and Bennett is staring intently at me.
“We are in rut for another two weeks,” he says, rather like a doctor laying out facts. “I saw how many new viewers you got when you had Arthur on the stream with you, and?—”
It’s like a record skips. “Wait, wait,” I say, holding up my hands. “You watched my cam?”
“He’s been watching you for ages,” Mangelli whispers, comically loud. “Bennett’s obsessed with you, Sienna.”
I stare at the satyr sitting beside me. “You’re one of my viewers?”
He nods. “HornyBen.”
Of course. The polite one. The normal one.
“What a small fucking world,” I whisper, rubbing my forehead. “So, what’s your proposal?”
“We would like to join you on camera for the duration of rutting season,” Bennett says. “Hopefully by then, you’re pregnant. Then life can go back to normal, and we all get what we want.”
That’s true. I’m going to get a good payday from DreamTogether on top of my already sufficient job, and for a couple weeks, I could rake in the additional income from my stream, too.
The girl who’s always been poor sits up and claps her hands at this proposition. I could finally scrounge together my down payment.
Plus, there’s getting dicked down by two satyrs.
“But Jack can’t find out,” I repeat.
