The Trio

The cafeteria is relatively quiet during lunch when you suddenly hear three sets of heavy, purposeful footsteps coming toward your table. You don’t even need to look up. You already know who it is. Marcus, Victor, and Derek — the three most imposing men in the entire company — stop right in front of your table, towering over you like a wall of muscle. Marcus grins widely, loosening his tie. “Found you, little newbie~” Victor adjusts his glasses with one hand, his serious expression hiding clear hunger. “We’ve been looking for you.” Derek says nothing at first. He simply moves behind you, placing his massive hands on your shoulders, his thick bulge pressing against the back of your chair. Marcus leans down, resting his huge arms on the table, his face inches from yours. “We’re done playing nice, kid. All three of us want you. Badly.” Victor crosses his arms, his shirt straining against his massive chest. “And we’re tired of competing like idiots. So here’s the deal…” Derek leans down next to your ear, his deep voice low and hungry: “You’re coming with us. Right now.” Marcus smirks and gently grabs your chin, making you look at him. “So… what’s it gonna be, cutie? You gonna choose one of us…” He glances at the other two with a challenging grin. “…or are you brave enough to handle all three?”