Killer Threesome


 
 CJ Blake
 Killer Threesome
 
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 Killer Threesome
 
 
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 Killer Threesome
 
 
 I was sitting on a bench outside the carwash, waiting on my car to come through the tunnel. I was at the old-fashioned carwash where you actually got out of the car and an employee vacuumed it and cleaned the glass and dried it off.
 I’d normally never run my old sedan through such an expensive wash, but my great-aunt gave me a gift card for my eighteenth birthday so I figured I’d use it.
 An older man in his fifties came up and sat beside me on the uncomfortable bench.
 “Nice day,” he said.
 “It is,” I said.
 He was right, it was late Spring, not too hot yet, and the sun was on its way down. Even though it was in my eyes right now it was kinda pretty. I could appreciate it.
 “Got a big date tonight?”
 I had never seen this guy in my life and I kinda thought that question was a bit too personal, but I answered it anyway. “Yeah, I do.”
 “I remember those days,” he said. “I always got my car cleaned up before I took my girlfriend out. She’s my wife now,” he said with a sigh.
 “Yeah,” I said. “Gotta stay neat and clean.”
 He nodded his head, then his phone chimed. He pulled it out, started swiping and tapping.
 My car finally came out of the tunnel and a rubber strip on the back of the bumper was hanging off. Great.
 An employee bent it back as best he could then he gave me a thumbs up and a smile. I gave him one right back. He wiped off the glass, sprayed some air freshener inside, then finally walked up to me. “All done,” he said, standing right in front of me, almost in my personal space.
 I started to get up and we were standing like six inches apart. What was this guy’s deal? I thought for a second he had a problem with me, then I realized he was expecting a tip. That was it.
 I reached into my wallet, grabbed the few ones I carried, mainly for vending machines, and handed them to him. He smiled, handed me my keys, stepped out of my way, and motioned toward my car.
 “Have a nice day,” He said, and walked off to the next car.
 “And have a nice date,” the older man said from the bench. “Someone should get laid around here.”
 I shook my head and sat down in my car. The “new car scent” air freshener was pretty nice. The whole thing was so clean. I’d have to thank Great Aunt Martha for that gift card at the next family function.
 I started home and my phone rang. I answered it and put it on speaker, I saw that it was Chloe, my girlfriend.
 “Hello?” I said.
 “Heyyyyyy,” Chloe said. “Excited for our date?”
 “We’re just grabbing something to eat,” I said. “Not really a date.”
 “Yeah, but I’m going to make it so fun.”
 I rolled my eyes. Chloe’s idea of fun was to get frisky at the table. Which was great, really great, the first few times, but now it was kind of something I dreaded. Chloe didn’t seem to realize that since we were both eighteen now, people wouldn’t just give us a slap on the wrist. We were both attending college in the Fall (different colleges) and I didn’t want to fuck up my future by getting arrested with my girlfriend in public. But no matter what I told her she just wanted to up the danger. Believe me, I’m not complaining about having a hot and horny girlfriend, but Chloe was wild.
 “Guess what I’m not wearing for our date?” Chloe said.
 She did this every time because she knew I didn’t like saying the word “panties” out loud.
 “Uh, a bra?” I guessed.
 Chloe cackled on the other end. I could see her frizzy blonde curls shaking as she laughed. “No, silly. I never wear one of those, you know that, you’re always looking at my girls as they roam free. Now tell me, what do you think your queen is not going to be wearing tonight?”
 I rolled my eyes again. Chloe was always telling me that she was my queen or a queen or just the queen. I was not a fan.
 “Come on, guess?” Chloe whined.
 “Panties,” I mumbled toward my phone.
 Chloe cackled again. “That’s right, babe. No panties, you know what means, right?”
 “I sure do,” I said.
 It meant we’d be fooling around at the restaurant.
 “Don’t be late,” Chloe said. “I’ll be ready fifteen minutes after you get to my house.”
 “Right,” I said.
 “Say bye to your queen.”
 “Bye, Chloe.”
 She cackled like a mad woman, “You’ll