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on the stage, showing off for everyone, proud of her owner at the show, and now…
    Well, now she wasn’t suitable to show off for anything.
    I need a nice shave . She’d been so busy all week working on the Madame Butterfly costumes that she hadn’t taken the time for a proper shower. She lathered soap up and down both legs and across her mound, then quickly and deftly drew her razor over most of the lower half of her body, rinsing the blade frequently.
    When she finished, she ran her hand over the renewed smoothness of her pussy. She didn’t really shave it for the men in her life. She did it for herself. She liked the way it felt when…
    She slipped a finger into her smooth folds, relishing in the slickness that came only right after a shave.
    She dived her finger in and out, then circled it around her clit. Haley balanced one foot on the edge of the claw-foot tub in order to give herself better access. With her left hand, she pulled and tweaked at her left nipple and tapped the piercing she had there.
    Then something occurred to her.
    Jason’s and Gregory’s faces swam into her vision. She imagined Jason beneath her as she faced up toward Gregory. She reached her left hand down, then around her ass, and fingered her puckered rear entry. She’d played with it plenty—as had others—but what would it feel like to have real live cocks in both holes?
    She insinuated one finger slowly as she worked the fingers of her right hand into her pussy. She thought about Jason’s slim, long cock taking her from behind, how he’d drive into her—issuing commands as he did, making sure her attention never wavered—how he’d play with her nipple piercings as Gregory—propped up on his strong, large arms—towered above both of them, thrusting into her cunt.
    Gregory may be bigger, but he’d treat her gently. He’d quietly correct her, guide her position with his large hands…
    Oh God, I want both of them!
    The combined sensations—and the terrible realization of her fantasy here in her mind—shot to her womb, causing her to come in no time.
    Feeling slightly less tense than she had all week, she rinsed off and grabbed a towel. But as she dried off, melancholy replaced her momentary satisfaction. She could never have both of them. They would never go for it. And could she ever find two men as perfect as Gregory and Jason? That she had such a base, instinctual connection with? Probably not.
    * * *
    By three forty-five, Haley sat on her stoop, waiting for Todd and Cyn. A small duffel bag rested at her feet. She hadn’t packed much, particularly in regard to play gear. Would they think her unsocial? Probably, but right now she needed some time on her own. It certainly didn’t help that Gel was around the house, and while she could spend more time at the studio, the other artists, designers, and visitors always poked their heads in the door. It seemed no location would meet her needs, and she had to choose the lesser of the evils.
    Across the street, an old man and woman walked arm in arm. Haley watched them and sighed. She wondered if she’d ever have that. She imagined herself—tattoos and piercings and all—in fifty years, on the arm of an equally old man. She just couldn’t see it. She couldn’t envision herself with one man.
    But who could she see herself with? Could she even look at fifty years and see anything? She ran through her list of friends in her mind, her exes, her platonic friends—both male and female. No one person could give her what she needed. She closed her eyes and tried to picture an older version of Jason and an older version of Gregory, one on each side, helping a graying and bent Haley down the street.
    Haley couldn’t figure out what she was meant to have. As it stood, nothing felt right. She needed something…more…than what she’d had in the past. Would she still find some solitary man out there who would fit her perfectly? She doubted it.
    A trickle of sweat slid down her spine, and