“This is the most boring meeting you’ve sat through today,” says Wolfgang, sitting on the table. Kala glances in his direction briefly, but she is careful not to look too interested in the empty space to her left.
Rajan notices though, the corner of his mouth quirking in a knowing smile. The longer he spends around Kala and the cluster, the better he’s getting at recognizing whoever’s visiting, so Kala wouldn’t be surprised if he’s figured out Wolfgang is the one talking to her.
“Isn’t a presentation supposed to be engaging? This man is the definition of dull,” Wolfgang continues.
Kala blinks and finds herself visiting their apartment, where Wolfgang happens to be floating in the pool, sunbathing. Naked.
“Wolfgang,” she says, as stern a tone as she can manage.
“What?”
“I’m in a meeting. This is important,” she stresses, crossing her arms. “It’s four in the afternoon, I thought you and Felix had a thing.”
“Felix thinks we need to do things independently,” Wolfgang sounds almost offended. “He’s meeting that girl from the fundraiser we went to a few weeks ago.”
“Entertain yourself then.”
Kala finds herself back at the meeting a blink later, trying to catch up on the talk of performance metrics and KPIs. She’s about to ask a question to show interest when Rajan’s phone beeps. Her husband frowns at the phone, but checks it anyway, a small smile appearing on his face. He quickly schools his expression into a neutral one, but Kala knows when Wolfgang is on the other side.
“Sorry, Rashid, please continue.”
She touches Rajan’s arm and raises an eyebrow at him, but her husband shakes his head the tiniest bit, his expression seems to say ‘later’. Because Kala can’t take that kind of answer, she goes to Wolfgang. “What is going on?”
Wolfgang has moved to sit by the edge of the pool, idly toying with his phone. “What are you talking about?”
“Rajan’s distracted,” she starts.
“Can’t I talk to my boyfriend without it being a big deal?”
Kala narrows her eyes at him, but lets it go, turning her attention back to the meeting. Rashid’s explanation takes a turn for the worse when he starts explaining how implementing a new KPI focused specifically on the production of HIV inhibitors can improve revenue projections for the next quarter. Numbers blur together in her head while her eyes become heavy with sleep.
She’s considering faking an emergency to excuse herself when she feels a tingling sensation at the base of her stomach. It’s the kind of feeling she gets when someone in the cluster is buzzed and slightly horny, the kind of feeling she’s had to learn to master because most of them are in different time zones that do not mix well with a corporate job. Kala focuses on Rashid’s presentation, trying her best not to dwell on the heat building between her legs.
One glance at the clock reveals that they’ve been at this meeting for less than twenty minutes, meaning Rashid probably has another twenty minutes of material in there. This is the worst part of her new position in the company: dealing with corporate metrics and revenue projections and risk assessment and whatever forecasting Rashid is explaining at the moment.
Vijay, the clinical development director, asks Rashid if his projections are taking into consideration the lab’s new version of Ritonavir with Lopinavir and how that will affect the company’s revenue in the next quarter and it’s like someone pressed a button to activate Rashid’s enthusiasm about numbers. Kala can’t be at fault when she gets distracted and starts following the warm feeling in the bond that takes her to Sun and Kwon-ho.
The cluster has gotten particularly good at visiting and sharing since the events in Paris. Because Kala is, above all, a scientist, she got them to test their response times to try to find a way to make it more consistent and reliable. She’s not surprised to follow the bond there, but she is surprised to see them sitting on the roof of Sun’s building, drinking and watching the sunset. They both look tired and sweaty, so Kala makes an educated guess that they were sparring before they decided to take a break.
Sun is pleasantly buzzed, drunk enough to think it’s a good idea to make out in the open. Kwon-ho laughs when she puts down her bottle of soju next to the bench and sits on his lap, running her hands down his muscled chest, hunger patent in every single one of her movements. He is receptive to her advances and tilts his head back to catch her lips in a kiss. It starts innocently enough, but before long, Sun is grinding her ass down on his lap, heat pooling in her belly.
Kala clears her throat and Sun pulls away from Kwon-ho, panting, her pupils blown with desire.
“Excuse me, I’m in a meeting,” Kala says. “Would you please keep it down?”
Sun ignores Kala, going back to kissing her boyfriend, sliding her hands under his tank top to pull it over his head. Kwon-ho allows this, then goes back to kissing her. Kala’s lips tingle when he bites down on Sun’s lip.
“You’re on the roof. Isn’t that enough motivation to stop?” Kala continues.
Sun pulls away with a sigh. “Why are you here?”
Kwon-ho doesn’t seem bothered by this new development. He kisses Sun’s shoulder, then Sun’s neck, then the side of her face. He whispers in Sun’s ear, “who is it?”
“Kala.”
“Why is she here?” his teeth scrape Sun’s earlobe, sending a jolt of pleasure down both of their spines.
“She won’t say,” Sun tilts her head to give him better access to her throat, closing her eyes when he sucks a mark on the base of her throat.
“I told you, I’m in a meeting. I can’t do this now.”
“Then don’t watch,” she says out loud, then grinds her hips down on Kwon-ho’s.
“It’s about decency,” Kala insists.
Kwon-ho’s hands find the band in Sun’s sport bra, running his fingers under it until Sun catches on and lifts her arms to allow him to take it off. “Maybe she should watch,” he suggests.
With a huff, Kala focuses back on her meeting. It’s difficult to focus when she can feel Kwon-ho’s kisses on her skin, but she manages for a bit. She looks over at Rajan who has a curious look in his eyes, but he returns his attention to the presentation.
Suddenly, a door closes in a backstage dressing room in a small venue in Chicago and she’s pulled in Riley and Will’s direction. Riley’s pushing Will against the door, fumbling with his belt and his zipper, kissing him passionately. They laugh when Riley fails to undo his pants without looking, both of them full of joy and love. Then Riley goes to her knees, pulling down Will’s pants and freeing his erection. She grabs Will in her hand, stroking him to fullness and Kala looks away.
“Does this have to be now? Why does this have to happen when I have to get to work, or worse, when I’m in the middle of an important meeting!”
Instead of replying, Riley takes Will into her mouth, swallowing him as far as she can until she gags. Will’s head hits the door behind him and he moans loud enough that Kala is sure someone is hearing everything they’re doing.
“Why do I bother?” Kala says, frustrated. She turns around intending to go back to the meeting, but she sees Wolfgang standing there, in all his naked glory.
“Are you joining in?” he asks, walking casually towards Will and Riley, a bright smile on his face.
“I am not!”
Wolfgang kisses Will then, the kind of kiss she’s seen them share in many an orgy, hot and filthy. Kala has to make a conscious effort to go back to the meeting, where it looks like Rashid might be nearing the end of his presentation. It’s a good thing that no one is going to ask her questions, because she doesn’t think she would be able to answer anything in the state she’s currently in.
Kala fans herself, a movement that catches Rajan’s attention. He tilts his head in question, but doesn’t comment on it. Then his phone beeps with a message. Rajan checks it and immediately blushes, putting the phone face down on the table. She’s about to ask Wolfgang what he’s doing when Rajan puts a hand on Kala’s leg, soft and warm on her bare skin. She’s wearing a dress that rides up slightly when she sits down, not enough to be inappropriate, but just enough that Rajan can draw patterns on the exposed skin.
Amanita’s laugh echoes somewhere in the back of her head and Kala knows, without a shred of doubt, that Nomi has joined the party.
Rajan’s phone beeps again and two other people turn to look at him. Her husband checks his messages and swallows, clearing his throat. “Excuse me, but I have an urgent family matter to attend to. We will continue tomorrow. Kala, will you come with me please?”
Kala frowns, worried that something bad has happened to her family. “Of course.”
As soon as they’re out of the meeting room, Kala starts to relax. She doesn’t have to hold herself tightly when she doesn’t have to prove that she deserves a seat at the table.
“What happened?” Kala asks.
“Not here,” Rajan answers, taking her hand and walking at a hurried pace down the hall and to the left until they’re in his office.
Rajan closes the door behind him, taking the time to lock it. Then he turns around to look at her expectantly.
“Rajan, what’s going on?”
She hears Wolfgang’s voice behind her, “surprise!”
He’s standing in the middle of the office, still naked, dripping water on the carpet. Rajan’s phone beeps again and Kala notices that Wolfgang is holding his own, a grin on his face that spells trouble.
“I guess Wolfgang has been messaging you,” she says, turning to Rajan.
Rajan doesn’t even have the decency to look ashamed about it. “That meeting was dull and you know it. I’m going to have serious words with the department heads about wasting my time in long meetings that could have been half as long.”
“Could it?”
“I can read the reports myself,” Rajan says, taking Kala’s hand. “I’m hoping I can distract you as well?”
Rajan kisses her hand, then looks into her eyes. She feels Wolfgang’s hand at her lower back, just as Capheus appears in the room, a feverish look on his face.
“Guys, we’re filming tonight, you can’t be serious,” says Lito.
“This is unfair, Zakia is working,” he complains.
“So am I,” Kala insists.
Rajan’s phone rings then. Kala knows it’s Wolfgang, but she’s still taken aback when Rajan puts the phone on speaker and leaves it on his desk. Wolfgang’s voice comes out slightly distorted on the phone, but Kala can hear it clear as day in her head.
“Kala, don’t you want to be naughty for once?”
“Wolfgang!” she reprimands.
“Rajan, why don’t you help Kala?” Wolfgang suggests.
“My love…” starts Rajan, hesitantly.
Sun steps into the room then, naked as well. For a moment, Kala toys with the idea of leaving them, but to be perfectly honest, the heat pooling on her belly as Will gets closer and closer to his orgasm is enough to make her stay put. Sun tilts her head in invitation and Kala follows, visiting next to the bench where Kwon-ho lies waiting for Sun. “Don’t you wanna know what it feels like? The adrenaline of being out where someone can catch you?”
The last thing Kala wants is to become the subject of office gossip, but because Riley and Sun and Will are excited about it, Kala feels it as well.
Back at the office, decisively, Kala pulls her dress up, glancing at Rajan intently. “Well? I thought I’d get some help here.”
Rajan’s eyes look at her legs before going to his knees, gently pulling down her panties. Though Kala has been in a similar position with Rajan more than once, she still feels herself blush when he kisses her thighs. As Rajan kisses her, his beard scratching her skin pleasantly, Wolfgang comes up behind her moving her hair to the side to kiss her neck.
Kala takes a step back until her ass is leaning on Rajan’s desk, supporting her weight. Wolfgang continues to mouth at the base of her neck and she knows that if they were back at their apartment, a bruise would be forming under his lips.
Sun rides Kwon-ho, her skin bathed in the orange light of the sunset. Kala can feel his hands gripping her hips, guiding her movements. She knows she should feel weird, sharing something so intimate with someone she’s not married to nor dating, but Kwan-ho is Sun’s and as such, he’s theirs.
She comes back to Rajan’s office with a jolt when Rajan’s tongue flicks her clit. She gasps as he runs his tongue in between her folds, then flicks the tip of his tongue once again. He repeats the motion a couple of times, until Kala’s right hand finds his hair and pulls.
Rajan moans and it sends a ripple through the cluster because every time Rajan moans, Wolfgang goes crazy. This time is no exception. Kala’s pulled to their apartment by his arousal and sees him lazily stroking himself, his phone resting to the side. He’s still lounging by the side of the pool, but he has moved farther away so he can comfortably touch himself under the shadow casted by the building.
Looking at Kala, Wolfgang says, “faster, Rajan.”
Back in the office, Rajan’s hands come up to grab Kala’s thighs, separating them slightly to give him better access. Kala gasps when Rajan follows Wolfgang instruction, going only a tiny bit faster, enough to get Kala closer and closer.
In Chicago, Riley has shoved one of her hands down her pants, pushing her hips against the heel of her hand, desperately looking for friction. Will’s moan reverberates through their bond and Riley opens her eyes to look at Will as she lets her jaw hang for him to fuck her face. Kala can feel Will at the back of her throat just as she can feel Riley’s mouth on her. It’s pleasurable and disconcerting, but she can’t dwell on it because that’s the moment Wolfgang chooses to bite down her throat as his hands explore between Kala’s legs.
“Don’t stop,” instructs Wolfgang as Rajan’s tongue circles her clit just right.
Her husband continues lapping at her, his rhythm constant and familiar, while she gets closer and closer to her climax. She wants to make it last, but she doesn’t want to get caught, so she focuses on her breathing, letting the sensations felt by her entire cluster spill into her. Kala’s always been more closely attuned to Wolfgang, so it’s no surprise that she ends up visiting him, sitting on his lap and bringing him closer to the edge.
“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” he says.
Kala shuts him up with a kiss, deep and demanding. When she pulls away, Wolfgang is smiling as she thrusts inside of her. He shares with Kala, taking control of her body to grab Rajan’s hair to keep his head still. Then Wolfgang uses his new momentum to push Kala’s hips forwards, looking for more friction, if that’s possible.
“Rajan, I’m so fucking close, don’t stop,” Wolfgang says.
And because Rajan is nothing if not a gentleman, he doesn’t stop, he doesn’t even take a breather, he just eats Kala out as if there’s no tomorrow. She gets lost in the feelings her cluster is broadcasting, so much so that she cannot tell where one of them ends and where one begins.
Kala comes with a moan that sounds as loud as the temple bells in Rajan’s office. Her legs shake and threaten to give out, but Rajan is there to catch her, holding her up through the tremors.
“Are you okay, my love?” Rajan asks her.
From their apartment, Wolfgang answers, “oh, yeah, we’re more than fine.”
Kala feels herself blush when Rajan stands up and the front of his shirt is wet. He cleans his mouth with the back of his hand and kisses Kala’s cheek. “Do you wanna go home to make Wolfgang pay for his teasing?”
Still on the line, Wolfgang says, “a threesome is not the threat you think it is, Rajan.”
He shrugs, as if to say he tried. For her part, Kala pulls her dress down, smoothing the creases in it and wondering if she can get away with walking directly to Rajan’s car instead of stopping by her office to grab her things.
“Just come home,” says Wolfgang.
Kala picks up her panties from where Rajan threw them and goes to the door. “Rajan, come on. Wolfgang is waiting.”