Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Pretty Lady ❯ Vol Eight, Chapter Forty-Seven: Threesome Plot ( Chapter 47 )

Threesome Plot

There are times when it is best to keep your mouth shut. Stefan should have remembered that when he came up with his latest horny scheme.

This time, he was in the mood for a threesome. Igor and Nikita stared at him like he had grown a second head out of his neck.

“Who are you going to get for this threesome?” Nikita asked. Stefan rubbed the side of his nose with a smirk.

“I have my ways,” he said. His friends didn't look so convinced. Stefan noticed the looks on their faces.

“What?” he asked. Igor and Nikita said nothing. Their friend narrowed his eyes.

“You don't think I can do it, do you?” he asked. The men didn't answer. Stefan snorted.

“I can pull it off,” he said. His friends did the smart thing and chose not to engage. The other man started to get pissed off but calmed himself down.

“Fine,” he said. “Fine.”

“Come on, man. It's nothing serious,” Nikita insisted. Stefan waved him off.

“No, no. It's fine,” he said. “It's fine.” His friend sat back with unease as Igor pretended not to see or hear a thing over his drink. Stefan forced himself to smile as he took a drink for himself. He was going to have to prove them wrong.

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The next day, Stefan made it down to the local college. He was a man on a mission. He was determined to get two girls to join him in a threesome. Stefan already knew who he wanted to add.

The man seemed to dance his way into the hall. He already knew where he was going to go. Stefan walked up to classroom B29 and poked his head inside.

“Hello?” he asked. A woman with dark red hair to her shoulders was grading papers at her desk. She didn't look up.

“What is it, Stefan?” she asked. He gave her a goofy grin.

“You have plans for tonight?” the man asked.

“Why?” she asked.

“I don't know.” He shrugged as he said that. “Just thought that you and I could have a little party at my place.” That caught her attention.

“What kind of party are we talking?” she asked. Stefan stood in the doorway with a little smirk.

“You know, the sexy kind,” he said. The man did a little spin in the door. The professor rolled her eyes. He had expected that.

“What if I invited someone else to join us tonight?” he asked. The woman narrowed her eyes.

“With whom?” she asked. Stefan smirked.

“Wouldn't you like to know?” he asked.

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A Few Minutes Later

This one was going to be a challenge. She wasn't going to say yes right off the bat. Stefan knew that was going to take a little bit of his charm and work. He walked up to Room 37 and knocked on the door.

“Enter,” a muffled voice said. Stefan opened the door and poked his head inside.

“Yo!” he said with a voice. A woman with a blonde beehive hairdo turned around from the chalkboard. She rolled her eyes.

“What do you want?” she asked. Stefan frowned. What did Shasha say about me? Still, he couldn't back down from this.

“Aw, don't be like that,” Stefan said. “I just want to invite you to a private party tonight.” The woman frowned at him.

“Why would I want to do that?” she asked. The man smirked and licked his lips.

“Oh… I might have invited someone to join us at my place tonight,” he said. The woman cocked her head to the side. Now he had her attention. This might be easier than he thought.

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Maybe not.

The woman with the dark hair walked up to Stefan's door that evening. She didn't know why she took the bait. Maybe because she had to see how this was going to play out. Who did he invite over to join them tonight? She paced around before the door opened. Her face dropped in disgust. The woman with the blonde beehive's right eye started to twitch.

“And what are you doing here, Irisa?” she asked.

“I could ask you the same question, Marina,” the redhead said through gritted teeth. The two women glared at each other. It looked like they were daring each other to fight.

“Ladies!” a voice said inside the apartment. The two professors looked up to see Stefan walking up to the front door, clapping. They both shot him cold glares. He gave them a goofy grin.

“What the fuck is this??” Irisa asked with gritted teeth. The man gave them a goofy little smile with his hands up.

“Welcome to the party,” he said. The women had disgusted looks on their faces. Stefan stopped and held out his hands. Irisa's right eye started to twitch. She fought back the urge to punch the man in the face.

“I want both of you in a threesome,” Stefan announced. The professors reeled back in disgust.

“You're joking,” Marina said. Irisa took a step back. Neither woman moved to leave, however. Stefan smiled as he kept looking, like he was waiting for one of them to make the next move. Irisa threw up her hands.

“I'm not doing this,” she said. She turned to walk off.

“Wait!” Stefan shouted. Marina snorted.

“Let her go,” she said. The man looked at her and then at the other professor, making her way down the hall. He couldn't risk losing her. He had to see this through. Stefan ran after Irisa and grabbed onto her wrist. The redhead whipped around, sneering at him.

“Let go!” she growled as she tried to pull away.

“Please!” Stefan pleaded. “Just at least stay and hear me out.”

“Why should I?” she asked. She clicked her tongue when he pouted at her like a little child.

“Please. Just stay and hear me out for ten minutes,” he pleaded. Irisa narrowed her cold eyes at him. Why did he have to do this? She rolled her eyes.

“Fine, whatever,” the professor muttered. Stefan was celebrating inside. Maybe this could work after all.

Mission: Success?