I was scared, if I’m honest. Not in the usual way, but in that fluttering, excited, can-hardly-sit-still way. A new proposal had landed in front of me, one I wasn’t sure I was ready for. A client of Nikki’s — a regular — wanted to book three of us together. The thought alone felt daring, almost too much. I had enjoyed love triangles before, but this? It felt like stepping into something closer to theatre, a scene with no script.
Nikki wouldn’t let up. She insisted I join, teasing me with the promise of fun and that glimmer in her eyes I could never refuse. All we needed was one more girl, and I knew instantly who I wanted to call. Grace. We’d worked together before and shared a quiet bond. As soon as I mentioned it, Nikki grinned. She didn’t need convincing. Grace said yes, too, her voice steady with the kind of excitement I was trying to hide.
Neither of them wanted to plan anything in detail, which left me uneasy. I liked knowing where things were going. They preferred spontaneity. “It’ll be more natural that way,” Nikki had said, brushing me off with a laugh.
The closer the time came, the more nervous I grew. At one point I nearly called to cancel. Not because I didn’t want to go, but because I didn’t want to be the one who ruined it if I froze. As an escort in Earls Court, my work had always been about easing others into comfort. Tonight, it felt like I was the one who needed reassurance.
Still, I went. And that turned out to be the best choice I’d made in a long while.
We arrived a little early. Nikki pushed the hotel door open first, Grace right behind her, catching my wrist as if to remind me I wasn’t alone. Inside, Nikki’s client greeted her warmly — arms around her waist, a kiss that lingered too long for me to ignore. I caught myself frowning, then quickly smoothed it away. This wasn’t about me.
Grace nudged me forward, her confidence disarming. Before I could process it, clothes began to fall away, laughter spilling in the air, the three of us circling him like dancers with no set choreography. I hesitated, unsure where to step in, until Nikki’s eyes found mine.
“Care to join us?” she asked, her smile wicked but reassuring all the same.
That was the invitation I needed. I stepped closer, nerves fizzing into something far more intoxicating. The air between us thickened with intimacy and unspoken promises. There was no rush, only the slow rhythm of anticipation, the sensation of stepping into a moment you can never really prepare for.
It was then I realised what Nikki had been pushing me towards all along. Not just an encounter, but an experiment in trust. In letting go. In finding out what happens when three women and one man decide to enjoy a threesome without needing to control every beat of it.
And she was right. It was better unplanned.
“Not yet,” Nikki whispered later, her hand firm on my back as if she alone held the tempo. “We’re not finished.”
The look in her eyes promised the night in Earls Court was only just beginning.
Get ready for Part Two, where desires deepen and the game of three entwines even further.