“A wager if you will,” Connor added as he fastened his own trousers with a quick wince of pain. I felt sorry for his buttocks. They were obviously still smarting.

“Betting? Look, I don’t have the money for anything like that.”

“Just listen, Caroline, then you can give us your answer.”

I nodded and folded my hands in my lap.

“Connor and I have a lot of fun messing around in places and situations where we might get caught.” Matt tucked in his shirttails in.

“But we want more,” Connor continued, “and meeting you has given us a wicked idea.”

“It was mostly my idea,” Matt butted in. “Before Connor tries to take all the credit for it.” He waved his hand in front of Connor’s face before he could protest. “We want you to join in. We want to see which of us can do the most blatantly sexual thing in public but not just that… No, the number of public sex sessions will count in the bet, too.”

I must have looked confused because Connor came closer to me. “We’d score each action and add up the figures at the end of a designated time period. So masturbation in the loos will score pretty low, maybe a two out of ten but all-out-naked sex in a corridor would be a ten.”

“Right, who decides this scale?” I asked. I was surprised that I was even contemplating joining in but I couldn’t deny how much I had enjoyed watching the lads. The idea of taking part thrilled me.

“We’d do it together. Write a list of scenarios and decide their scores.”

“And what does the winner actually win?”

“Well, money of course. We were thinking ten grand was a decent sum.”

“Ten grand? You must be joking. I don’t have that kind of money.”

“Well maybe you could pay in sexual favours instead then.”

“What?” I shook my head. “I mean, what? I thought you two were gay!”

Matt winked. “Nah, darling, we swing both ways.”

“So you’re seriously suggesting I pledge ten grand worth of sexual favours as my side of the bet?”

“Yeah, we reckon a weekend of being our sex slave would cover that.”

“Really?” I hadn’t realised I could do that one eyebrow raise thing until that moment.

The boys both nodded emphatically.

“But wait, won’t I be at a disadvantage? You’re in a couple and I’m just me. And I am sure as hell not just going to grab random men around the office to shag for the sake of a wager.”

“Oh, hell no, Caroline, we’d not inflict that on you. There is a severe lack of sexiness in this work place for you to choose from.” Connor exclaimed, leaning casually against the desk. The one he’d leaned over to be fucked.

“You’d have us to work with.” Matt sat in his swivel chair and turned it to face me.

“But that’s still not fair, you spend more time together. You’ll have more time to plot your escapades.”

“All right then… How about we factor in a score for surprise?” Matt asked.

“How do you mean?” Connor asked the question that was just on the top of my bruised lip.

“Like we give extra points for the most spontaneous fucking. So if I grab you in the lobby and press you against the window and fuck you then and there I’d get extra points for the fact you’d not been expecting it. So that way it discourages planning for all of us.”

“Oh right, I see.”

“So what do you think? Do you want to accept our wager?” Connor tried very hard to sound uninterested but his enthusiasm sparkled in his eye.

I was still struck by the image of being fucked in the foyer window and couldn’t think of an answer immediately. “Oh Connor, let the lady think it over.” Matt looked over at me and sighed dramatically. “Please excuse him, he just has no patience whatsoever. Take some time to decide. Tell you what, come and find us Monday morning and tell us your answer then, use the weekend to think it over.”

“Okay,” I replied with a nod. “Thank you, I will. I need to get my head round this. I’ve never been a betting girl and this, well, this is something pretty major.”

“It’d just be for fun,” Connor said. “The bet is just to add a little urgency to matters.”

“Did we decide on time period for our, erm, activities?”

Matt waved nonchalantly. “I don’t know. How about a work week, five days, does that seem reasonable?”

I nodded. “Yeah, I guess.”

“Okay then, we’ll see you Monday first thing then.”

“Yeah, you will.” I stood up. My knees shook but I did manage to take a step towards the door.

As I walked past Connor his hand shot out and grabbed my wrist.

“I hope you’ll say yes,” he said and pulled me into his body. “And I hope this sways your decision.”

He pressed his lips to mine violently. He never let go of my wrist during our kiss. When he released me as quickly as he’d reeled me in I gasped. I couldn’t get my head around what had just happened. He’d kissed me. My body was alive with lust. I wanted to grab him to force my kiss on him. I wanted Connor to see how good kissing me could be when I was in control and knew what was happening.

“I hope you say yes, too.” Matt smiled and offered me his hand in a gentlemanly manner. I took it and smiled. I yelped as he too tugged me tight to his hard body and forced a kiss upon me. I say forced but really I can’t say I endured it, I loved every moment of being pressed against him, my mouth surrendering to his.

When he let me go, I was fuzzy headed with lust and anticipation of what the forthcoming week could hold. “Good arguments for your case, gentleman,” I said and walked towards the door. “I’ll see you Monday.” What a day it had been. What a day indeed.