Never date a coworker, that's the unwritten rule. If things go badly, it gets messy quickly. Ash knew the rule, so she didn't date coworkers. In her predominantly white firm, she was simply the young new hire, trying her best to climb up the corporate ladder. They say that climbing the corporate ladder requires your all, if that's right, Ash has been giving it her best shot.

Her boss, Michael, his eyes wander far too much for a man with a ring on his finger. His pale skin brushes against her brown too often for it to be a coincidence. She plays into it of course, fixing his tie whenever he walks past, getting up close and personal, complimenting him before meetings, their eyes having private discussions throughout the day. Everything about him calls to her, the grey specs within the sea of black hair. His clean attire, the beard hugging his jawline. His stern voice commanding with authority, the eyes that never seem to relax unless they're focused on Ash. She likes it, having him wrapped around her finger, knowing that he'd do anything for a bit more of her. But she has ten fingers and he's only being twirled around one.

When Micheal tends to business in other offices, Ash gets her attention-high from other suppliers. David and William, identical twins with polar opposite attitudes. Aged thirty five with only messy relationships in their history. It's their fault for competing over the same person, the person they've set their eyes on now is their new colleague, Ash.

He comes in with a coffee in hand for her every time they meet, David takes the sweet and gentle approach, befriending, showing off all of his redeeming qualities. From attentive listening to "accidentally" spilling water on himself so that his shirt would stick onto his body, showing off his defined abs. He takes note of Ash's responses, aware of how she bites her bottom lip when she sees something she likes. How she likes eye contact, her deep brown eyes filled with confidence. It's all he wants but he's only a fraction of what she needs.

She likes sweet boys but a balanced diet doesn't consist of just sugar. William is physically the same. Clean shaven, dark brown hair, gorgeous blue eyes that captivate everybody. The only visible difference would be the tattoo sleeve on his right arm and the glamour; his rolex always on show, silver bracelet on the other arm, a rope chain tucked under his shirt. He's made if money and likes to make a show of it. Along with his glamour comes his ego. Like a man with no losses to reflect on, he carries himself above others, walking up to Ash and claiming her from her enrolment day. Forcing others to move so that his office is neighbouring Ash. An addictive personality, once he finds something he likes, he becomes obsessed and the only way he's gotten a response from Ash is by submitting; apologising for his intense and rude initial interactions and in return, she considered the idea of a date but that was enough for his tail to wag and his smile to come out of hiding.

A little bit of workplace flirting never hurt. But what happens when all three of your attention providers get the chance to be alone with you and make their move.

The team meeting starts, Michael presenting like usual, remote in his hand as he talks through each slide. His voice is as stern as possible as his eyes glide across the room, Ash in the middle, the twins on either side. Michael finishes the presentation with "As discussed earlier this month, we'll be flying out to our new site to review their progress. That will be all. Ash please stay back for a minute so that we can discuss travel arrangements." William chuckles to himself, whispering "somebody's in trouble" loud enough for only Ash to hear but her eyes roll as the twins make their exit.

"Sir" she calls out, Michael lets out a sigh, his shoulders droop as he sits on the edge of the table. "They booked out a penthouse for us. We'll be there for a week. Four bedrooms, en suites. Open communal areas and shared kitchen. As the only girl on the team, are you okay with that?" His eyes dull as he awaits an answer. "I have no issue with that sir, I'm sure it will be a fun experience." Ash giggles, reviving Michael's calm nature as he smiles. The doors shut behind them as they walk out of the meeting room, William and David both continue to type away in their offices offering smiles as she passes. A week with the three men she's been toying with. Something is bound to go wrong but maybe everything will work out better than planned. You have to take big risks for big rewards.

The day arrives. A seven hour flight in business class. Seven hours of pure comfort and peace. Only to return to the fast paced world afterwards. Her heels clatter, her slim figure covered by a white blouse, a few buttons undone, her beautiful brown skin glowing in the sun. The tapered trousers giving her the authentic model look as she gets off of the plane. The chauffeur waiting at arrivals for her, he takes her suitcase, pulling it along as they reach the car. A black rolls royce, blacked out windows and beige leather interior, inside she meets Michael, William and David, they've been waiting for her. Michael takes a seat at the front with the driver, they discuss meaningful nothingness, passing conversation on everything and nothing at the same time. Meanwhile the back saw the two brothers tease at each other. William calling David a softie, David calling William immature. Both turning to Ash to decide on who's right. "It doesn't matter what you think, Ash would rather this work trip be just the two of us." William claims, instigating a fight. David responds with confidence "we're actually quite close, I'm sure she'll be with me whilst you go out and get wasted. " Ash interjects to break the tension "Both of you relax, you can both have time with me. Just behave." Their burrowed eyebrows soften and their soft eyes lower in defeat. Neither can go against Ash. After all, she's all they want.

With the first day spent on travelling, the first night is spent with eyes wide open. Michael suggested eating at a restaurant, team bonding as the excuse but in reality, he just wanted to see Ash dressed up. Her short black dress, the low cut showing off her cleavage, her stilettos clacking against the floor. She's the first to leave her room. She scrolls on her phone aimlessly as she waits on the couch. Soon after comes Michael, his eyes wide, teeth on show as he smiles wide. "You look gorgeous. How about we just ditch the others and go off together" he jokingly suggests. "We should, they've taken too long as it is" she replies. "I got this" he pulls out some wine from the kitchen, "maybe we should just start without them." He pops it open, pouring two glasses, handing one to Ash. "You know Ash, I'm not a heavy drinker, so make sure to look after me" he laughs, she nods along before taking a sip. How light of a drinker could he be.

The glass reaches the table for the second time. His hands reach for the bottle but miss. His cheeks are stained pink and his eyes continue to wander along Ash. "Ash, if it wasn't for those boys, I'd have you right here, right now" he chuckles, finally reaching the bottle and pouring another glass for himself, "ain't this wine nice, it's so smooth." He continues. "Why does it matter whether they're here or not, sir." She interjects. His body freezes in place. His eyes locked onto hers. "Say that again" his voice no longer comforting but stern. "Why does it matter whether they're here or not, sir." She repeats louder. "It doesn't." His glass reaches the table for the final time. His hands pull her chair closer. His hand brushing against her cheek. Lifting up her chin before planting a kiss upon her lips. Like an addiction, he returns for more. Getting more desperate with each time. His tongue chasing hers as her arms make their way over his shoulders. He stands up, his giant body making her look even smaller than she is. Lifting her up from her seat and onto the table so that they're at eye level. Her hand moves towards the back of his head. Nails scratching softly as their saliva mixes. "Sir" escapes from her mouth. His head pulls back, his eyes looking at her lips. "I need more than just kisses." He leans in once more. Kissing her once more, pulling on her bottom lip before kissing on her neck. Leaving hickeys as he trails down towards her collarbone. Her soft moans only making him more desperate. His hands begin to wander, holding her sides and pulling her closer to the edge of the table. Moving down her body. His right hand pulling her thighs apart as he looks at her for confirmation. "There's nothing underneath this" she whispers into his ear. His fingers rubbing on her clit. She begins to unbutton his shirt. Her acrylic nails trailing his chest as she feels bis rhythm. Her moans begin to escape once more, louder, loud enough to hear from the rooms. His lips press against hers suppressing her moans temporarily as they continue. His thumb continues to work her clit, his ring ringer sliding against her pussy. Teasing before entry. "More" she whimpers, her words are law. His finger slides in, her heat begging for more. Soaking as he gives her more.

"It's not enough. I need your tongue. I need all of you." She moans out. Her hands reach for the bottom of the dress, lifting it up for him. He begins to move down. But not fast enough. Her hands grab hold of his hair. Pushing him lower and pulling him in. His mouth sucking on her clit, his tingue flicking as his fingers slide into her. Saliva dripping, her moans erupting. Her legs pressing against his head as she nears climax. "More" she screams. "More" she repeats. His fingers moving faster. His tongue circling her clit. Her body jolts. Freezing momentarily before releasing his hair. "You're better than I expected sir."

Clap clap clap "Wow Ash, I definitely thought I was your top choice." William calls as he walks down the stairs. He picks up Michael's drink, finishing it in one go. "That's some good wine Micheal, which tastes better, the wine or Ash?" He chuckles. Michael looks at Ash in confusion, concerned with what's going on. "What's wrong William, Michael made me orgasm. I don't think you ever could." She remarks. "Is that a challenge?" A smirk growing on his face. "Why not make it a game. Whoever cums first loses." She smiles back. The three look at each other briefly. William throws off his jacket, his defined body a sight to see. Ash bites her bottom lip as she takes off her dress completely. Her tits shaking with each movement. William's eyes moving with them. He's first to touch. Pulling her off the table. Her legs wrap around his waist. Her boobs pressed against his body. His head tilted up as she looks down and kisses him. Her hands glide along his back, feeling every muscle, her mind racing with thoughts of whats to come. "I can feel it" she giggles. His boner pressing against her from within his trousers. "You going to take it all?" He asks. She nods with too much confidence for what awaits her.

William lays her down on the couch, her head resting on the arm rest. He pulls down his trousers. Revealing more than she'd ever seen before. He walks towards her legs but she stops him. "Whoever cums first. That means you'll be in my mouth. Michael got me wet, he can fuck me. " Michael, desperate for more, paces towards Ash, undressing, revealing his manhood but compared to William, it was no shock. He slides it against her pussy, teasing before entry. Her legs against his shoulders as he begins to fuck her. Her moans filling the room, only to be silenced by the tip of William. Her boobs shake with each thrust, her hands held together by Michael as William slowly takes her throat. "Fuck" he grunts. Her tongue licking along as he reaches deeper.

His hands take hold of her tits, pinching her nipples between his fingers. Squeezing as he gently thrusts into her mouth. "Ash" he grunts under his breath. His body nearing completion before he pulls out. "It won't fit in your mouth. Michael, swap." He demands. Michael looks at Ash, "Michael, come here" she calls. Her wish is his command and he follows. William makes his way, squeezing his way in, filling her to the brim. Her voice screams as she takes it. "Slower" she stares daggers at him before taking Michael. Her saliva builds up in her throat as she continues to get throat fucked. William slowly begins to move. His body towering over hers as he takes a nipple into his mouth, his fingers teasing the other. His tongue circles the nipples, flicking it before his teeth gently clasp it. He begins sucking as he licks. His other hand squeezes as he begins to thrust into her. Her hands grip the couch. Her back arching in response to the ecstasy. More. More. More. She wants more. Her eyes close. Her body is just a toy. A toy that needs to be played with. She grabs hold of William's head. Burying it into her chest. "Fuuuck" Michael moans. Holding himself inside Ash's throat, pouring his cum into her as she takes it all.his hands wrap around her throat. "You like that. Getting fucked by two men at the same time, i never knew you were such a slut." His stern voice calls out. Their eyes meet as she retorts, "i wish it was three." With a smirk on her face.

She lets go of william, staring into his deep blue eyes. "Fuck me like it's the only chance you get. " His eyes widen as he loses control. Her voice trembles as she begs for more. "It's so good" she moans as he continues to fuck her. Her hands reach around his neck, pulling him in to kiss. Her tongue in his mouth as she moans into him. His body against hers as they fuck. His chain smacking against her. "Fuck" he shouts as he pulls out, releasing across her perfect brown body. The contrast like a piece of art. "I win" she smirks. "And my reward is you." She points at David who had been watching from the stairs.