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up for them. Yet in her extremely short dress, she didn’t
seem to attract the attention of one single male.
    Plucking a
couple of the expensive Transformers costumes off the rack, she held them out
to the two men. “What do you think of these?”
    Zane rubbed
his chin. “I don’t think so. Too many parts.” He started rifling through the
selections and motioned to his brother. “Help me look.”
    Mandy rushed
over to the door and locked it. It was closing time anyway, and she wanted to
devote all of her attention to the hot customers already in the store. If she
got to know them better, she wouldn’t be afraid to talk to them at the grocery
store. And maybe, just maybe, one of the guys would ask her out. In my
dreams.
    A hand
clamped on her shoulder. She screamed and spun around to face two aliens. Or
Zane and Blaze dressed as extraterrestrial warriors.
    “Holy shit,
you scared me.” Her heart had never beat so fast.
    Blaze
wrapped his arm around her and drew her into his side. “Sorry, honey, but it
was pretty funny.”
    Honey? Did he actually mean her? “Found
something you like?”
    “We saw
something we liked as soon as we entered the store,” Zane said, reaching for
her hand. He placed his lips on her knuckles then flipped her hand over and
kissed her wrist all the way up to the inside of her elbow.
    Her nipples
pebbled against her dress. What the hell was going on? As much as she’d
love to know what it was like to experience either of these men dressed up as
aliens—or not dressed as aliens for that matter—even both at the same time—they
were strangers. She had to get to know a guy before jumping in the sack with
him. Though the images of writhing, naked bodies running through her mind, of
what it would be like to have a ménage, left her weak in the knees.
    She
straightened her shoulders and tucked away those thoughts. Best not to get
ahead of herself or hope for the impossible. “Mind telling me what’s going on?”
    Blaze pulled
her closer, whispering in her ear. “We want you. But first, tell us your name.”
    She froze.
She didn’t know these two aside from seeing them on the streets and in the
grocery store. What did they really want with her? Would they hurt her? Or
worse? “It’s, um…. M-Mandy, but…you’re kidding with me, right?”
    “No
kidding,” Zane said, suddenly behind her. He set his hand on her waist, and
held himself against her. “Ever been with two guys before?”
    His hard
cock pressed through both their clothing to rest in the crack of her ass. She
whimpered. Oh God, they were serious. She actually had the chance to live out
her favorite fantasy, one she recreated often by using her toys before she went
to sleep. One she never thought possible.
    She spun
away from him, her cheeks burning. “No, but I don’t think it’s a good idea.”
    “Why not?”
Zane asked, though he backed away. “Do you have a boyfriend? A husband?”
    She shook
her head. “No. It’s just….” She yearned for Zane to be behind her again, to
feel his warmth, his dick. Holy shit, I really do want this. “I’m
scared.”
    Blaze
brushed his hand along her cheek. “We won’t hurt you. We just want to bring you
pleasure. I can already smell your arousal.”
    She squeezed
her thighs together. Was it that obvious?
    He leaned in
and joined his lips to hers. With gentle prodding, he deepened the kiss. She
moaned into his mouth, desire zinging through her body.
    Zane moved
behind her again, caressing her breasts as he laid kisses along the back of her
neck. Her toes curled. Enjoying their touch was so wrong, but she couldn’t find
the words to object. All doubt flitted away as primal need took over.
    Blaze
fingered the hem of her skirt. He lifted it and ran his hands along her thighs.
So gentle. Backing away, he and Zane raised the dress up and over her head then
tossed it to the floor. They caressed her body with their large hands and warm,
moist tongues. Fuck, it’s actually happening!