Page 24 of Going Deep
“Not to knock therapy, but you can always talk to us,” Lola reminded her. “We’re not neutral, but we’re pretty good with overwhelmed.”
“Weirdly, I don’t feel overwhelmed,” Ginger mused. “I probably should. I have no idea what I’m doing, half the things on that list still make no sense, and last night a guy I’ve met twice gave me an orgasm after I watched two men fuck one woman at the same time.”
“Nice,” was Lola’s opinion of that. “DP or spit roast?”
“DP. Which until last night, was firmly on my No list.”
Anna wiggled her eyebrows. “And now?”
Ginger blew out a breath. “It’s still a no, but with an asterisk.”
“Does that mean maybe?” Lola wanted to know.
“It means, it could be a maybe if it didn’t involve another person.”
“Not interested in a threesome?”
“It just seems like that would be, I don’t know, a lot to manage.”
“Yeah, but you wouldn’t be the one managing it,” Lola pointed out. “You’re the submissive, remember? You’re not in charge.”
“I keep forgetting that,” Ginger admitted.
“I kind of had a threesome with Grant and Michael,” Anna mused.
Ginger’s jaw dropped as she stared at Anna. “You what?”
“When was this?” Lola demanded, her eyes narrowed.
“When we first met, up in Michigan,” Anna said, her smile dreamy with memories. “I told you about the interrogation scene, Lo.”
“Oh, okay,” Lola said, and looked at Ginger. “Virtual threesome.”
“I’m confused. What’s a virtual threesome?”
“Grant had this interrogation scene set up—super intense—and he had Michael on a video call for it.”
“So as, what, an observer?”
Anna waggled her hand back and forth. “Kind of? It’s hard to explain without getting into the details. He was playing a role, like Grant was—and I was. It really added something, even though he wasn’t physically there.”
“Okay,” Ginger said, even though she wasn’t sure she understood. “Was it weird?”
“A little, at first. But I knew Michael, or I’d met him, anyway. And once the scene got going, I was really into the role, and so were they.” Anna shrugged. “It worked.”
“And it wasn’t weird after?” Ginger prompted. “Seeing him, I mean, knowing he’d seen you all…”
“Naked and fucked?” Anna finished, and shook her head. “No. Mostly because Michael didn’t make it weird, but also because naked and fucked is, well, kind of the default at Odyssey.”
She lifted her hands, then let them fall. “You kind of get used to it.”
“You know that’s a whackadoodle thing to say, right?”
Anna laughed. “Whackadoodle, but true.”
“So,” Lola said. “What’s the plan for tonight?”
“He didn’t tell her,” Anna put in.
