• Themes: Playful BDSM / Bondage, banter, Threesomes, experimentation, soft to rough

• Roles: While this is definitely meant to be an F/MM storyline, I am happy writing either side of the narrative. So, if you are a lady excited by the thought of turning two men into proper team players, I'll happily entertain that!

• Style: limited 3rd person, multi-paragraph messages, visual references preferred (for characters, outfits, locations)

"Those two? Sorry babe, you got no chance there...

... none of the two would ever date you." Tess spoke with such nonchalance that Jianna almost choked on her almond shake. Her shocked expression made her colleague backtrack with a nervous chuckle.
"God, that came out so wrong! It's not your fault. Like, you are gorgeous. Beautiful. Sexy. You are just their type, actually. But it won't happen, not in a million years."
Jianna hated conversations like these. Tess clearly enjoyed being in charge of the talk, and enjoyed drip-feeding information rather than putting it all on the table. Unfortuantely for her, Jianna was by no means a patient woman, and the glare she gave her friend eventually made Tess continue without the otherwise obligatory "Aaaand why won't it happen?"

"Look at them, Ji-Ji. They always come here together, but they are never working the same machines. Or the same routines! The blonde one has leg day today, big ol' beardo's working his abs. Two days ago, beardo was doing legs. He used an entirely separate set of exercises."
Tess nodded, seemingly satisfied with her observation - as if it explained anything. Jianna's eyes were on the two men, too distracted with other thoughts to question her friend. With a sigh, Tess continued.

"Sam told me they broke two rowing machines last year when they were trying to outdo each other. So Sam was all like 'You two either get your shit together or look for another gym'. Apparently, their solution was to just work out way different from each other. Super competitive folks."
That made sense to Jianna. Even now, despite working on different machines, the two men were constantly glaring at each other. The intensity... spoke to her - but it was hard to ignore just how ridiculous it was... and how it didn't explain her colleague's devastating assessment of her chances with either one of them.
"So I can't ask out one of them because they have different workout routines? The fuck, Tess."

"Well, I wasn't done yet, was I? Let me finish, girl. So - they are like super competitive with each other, right? Chelsea told me that, sometime last month, just before you got hired, they got into a huge fight over some girl they were both really into. She switched gyms because she was heartbroken. Wanted one of them, but I don't remember which. I think it was ol' goldilocks. Or was it Viking? Eh - Gist is, they have a deal not to go out with girls they are both into. So you are entirely out of bounds because they were clearly checking you out!"

Once more, Jianna almost choked on her drink. Her eyes were still locked on the two studs sweating at the other end of the luxury gym she just started working at. Over the course of the last two weeks, she had been imagining so many things with these two men, changing her mind about which one she wanted to date every other hour. "They were?"

"Are you kidding? Girl, they both asked me for your name as soon as Sam hired you. Asked whether you're single too. Thor was the first, actually, but they like totally flipped on it once Jesus asked as well."
"I am not even sure which one is which at this point, Tess."
"Does it really matter? They probably talked at home, figured out they would both want to fuck you silly with their seven-inch-behemoths - not a joke, by the way, Chelsea told me that Derek told her that he saw them in the shower and they are packing SCHMEAT - and chose their stupid-ass pact over love'n'stuff."

Seconds after her coworker stopped talking, Jianna could remember no more than six words of what she had just heard. Selective deafness was a blessing when talking to someone like Tess - who became increasingly worried when she saw a devious smile that told her none of what she wanted to get across had been received at all.

"They live together?"

"Yeah, I saw that in their client files. Sam gave me the password* so I could learn the **names of our regulars a bit faster. They are flatmates. Pretty affluent area, actually, some high-rise with top-notch security... Jianna, they are messed up. Give it up. As much as I'd want to see you with either one of them, they are too fucked in the head for that."

Jianna's eyes didn't budge from the duo. Her smile only grew wider, much to the horror of Tess. Her thoughts were written all over her face - but she spelled them out as well. The last nail in the coffin that was to bury Tess's worry-free week hammered in with one swing.

"I can fix them."

Getting the address had been just as easy as Tess had accidentally promised her. Jianna's boss had been really excited that his newest employee was so eager to get to know her customers that he had printed out the files of fifty customers... which unfortunately did not include either of her handsome targets. Still, she learned the names within a shift, and the second batch her boss gave her was a success. Google Maps told her everything else she needed to know: The two indeed lived in a luxury complex in Manhattan, in one of the penthouses to be precise.

This was where the good news ended for the determined college student: There were three layers of security that would keep someone with ill intentions - or an angel like her - out of their home:

A concierge and two doormen on the first floor, checking in guests of their tenants only with a note or call.

• A card reader to unlock the elevator - and the stairs too, just in case forty flights wouldn't have been enough to deter her.

• Their five-inch thick metal front door.

None of that was particularly promising. For some time, Jianna even considered scaling the building in some way, but that plan was out the window rather quickly once she remembered that she was scared of heights. There would have been a way to get past the first two layers: But she couldn't afford 20 thousand dollars of rent, not to mention the caution she'd have to pay. No, buying herself in was no option, not with her lousy part-time salary at the gym.

Well, there was one other way...

"Are you Alice Taylor?*

Jianna was Alice Taylor... if only for a job interview - and a few meetings later, she was on the payroll of the building as one concierge's assistant. It had only cost her a few hours to forge some documents - and a date with a guy from her college's IT department. Nice man... she had a friend who was perfect for him, so she made the two of them go out instead. Now they were dating, and she had him in her pocket for the final step:
Her new job (which she didn't plan on keeping for longer than a week) could get her past the first two layers of security, but there was no shot her new boss would give her the spare keycard to her targets' apartment. If it had been a regular lock, she could have snuck away the key just long enough to make a copy, but that was not an option with a card... well, it wouldn't have been if the IT guy wasn't owing her a huge favor.

He built her a card reader she'd have to get close to the keycard - which was surprisingly easy once she realized it did not have to be the card of her new boss! The heavyset man was guarding it like a hawk, and finding a minute to read it would have been impossible. Well, not impossible, but it would have taken too long, Jianna was already missing some classes to keep up with her plan.
The alternative was to get hold of a key card one of her infatuations used. Surely, they were in their lockers while they worked out. But Jianna couldn't possibly open it without the universal key Sam kept in his desk. She needed a distraction to get him away from it - and keep him occupied for a few minutes. That was where Tess came in. She wasn't happy about it, but she owed Jianna a favor. After all, she had found Tess a wonderful, smart, dorky IT boyfriend!

Long story slightly shorter: Jianna scanned the keycard, gave it to IT boyfriend, IT boyfriend made a copy, Jianna left work early once her two pet projects arrived at the gym. She had everything prepared at her other workplace already: The perfect outfit, the perfect tools - everything lined up for her first-ever therapy session.

It had taken her no longer than three weeks to get to this point... and with a sigh, she slipped her card over the keypad and entered the domain of the two men she oh so desperately wanted to get along with each other.

How many chickens would it take to kill a lion?

Jianna did not know the answer to that, but she had plenty of time to think about it. If there was any fault in her plan, it was that she had been perhaps a bit too excited to get in position. She could have easily waited until the duo was done with their workout. But this was part of the fun, wasn't it? The anticipation? Well, she had had three weeks of that. Three weeks spent plotting and hustling to get into their apartment. Any minute now, the two men would get home. They would unlock their front door and surely hear the soft jazz echoing through the hallway.
Surely they would follow it to their living room - where they would see Jianna kneeling on the floor in gorgeous black lingerie, a proud gleam in her eyes - no smile on her face, though. That would have been difficult to accomplish with the black leather gag in her mouth. By now, a bit of drool was running down her chin, dripping to the fluffy carpet below, stopped only by her bare knees. A deep red leather collar rested tight on her throat. Her hands reached forward, each one holding up the end of a leash, both of them connected to the collar. A third pair of leather cuffs rested in front of her, but it was not meant for her own body. No, each of the two cuffs had a name stitched into it: The names of the two men whom she offered herself to.

The message was clear - if they wanted her, they'd have to be a team.

No need to jump right in, but I do appreciate good first impressions. Tell me something about your kinks and limits that goes beyond a list (though a list is appreciated) - and where you see this story going. Tell me more about the character(s) you would want to portray and which side of the coin you see yourself on. Ask me about looks I would have in mind for our characters or make some suggestions yourself. Show me an image of what you think this swanky living room might look like for extra points. If you want to provide a writing sample, perhaps detailing the first impression the men had of our heroine (unless you want to write our heroine), go for that! And if there is anything you would want to change, tell me :)