CHAPTER 179: FIRST DATE (PLANS TO LIBERATE SOFIA)

Madison smirked over her glass, eyes gleaming like she already had the punchline. "So... Isabella. How many times have we had a threesome this week?"

"Eleven," I said, not even bothering to lower my voice. "Each time more adventurous than the last. Who knew AP Bio could turn into a practical lab on evolutionary mating habits?"

Madison laughed, shaking her head. "God, she’s insatiable and we love it. Last night, I thought she was going to actually break the headboard. My dad’s interior designer would’ve cried."

"Correction," I said, leaning in like I was giving a TED Talk nobody asked for. "She broke me before the headboard. That girl rides like she’s trying to cancel gravity itself."

Madison’s grin turned wicked. "And you love every second of it."

"Obviously. If Isabella had a sex porn it would have more replay value than a Taylor Swift breakup album. And the best part? She looks at me like I’m curing cancer every time I make her come."

Madison toyed with her earring, pretending to think. "She’s gotten better since I joined in, though. Admit it."

I chuckled. "Fine. You did turn her from shy honors teacher into full-blown goddess of chaos. Watching you two kiss me at once the first time? Easily top ten moments of my life. Right between ’losing my virginity’ and ’Madison Torres agreeing to date me despite her net worth being higher than NASA’s budget’."

She leaned across the table, whispering like she was sharing state secrets."Next time, I want to tie her up."

My fork froze halfway to my mouth. "Jesus Christ, Madison. What are we, the Fifty Shades youth program?"

"Please," she said, rolling her eyes. "If Christian Grey ever saw me work, he’d retire. Isabella’s sweet, but she needs someone to push her limits. And you..." she smirked, "you’re too busy narrating your own life like it’s an HBO drama."

"Hey, it is an HBO drama," I shot back. "Except instead of dragons, we have AP Bio threesomes."

Madison laughed, low and predatory. "I swear, watching her try to process the two of us coming at once is peak entertainment. Chaos wrapped in silk sheets. And messy. So messy."

"Messy is good," I said, swirling my wine like a conductor directing an orchestra of lust. "Mess means attention, investment. Every gasp, every shiver, every ’oh God’—data. Influence. Capital."

"Capital in flesh," Madison murmured, eyes glinting. "I love it. And let’s be real... you charm her, she worships your floor, then you worship me for being the chaos you can’t control."

"Exactly," I said, leaning back. "We’re a two-person board of directors running a human resources division that deals exclusively in ecstasy and obedience. We hire, we train, we promote. Bonuses are explicit, punishments unforgettable."

"Speaking of punishments," Madison said, a smirk crawling across her face. "Fail to perform? Consequences are... educational."

I chuckled darkly. "Three-way sessions aren’t just sex. They’re strategy. Loyalty testing. Isabella’s fast, but she learn faster when she sees what happens to those who disobey. Every moan a lesson, every touch a contract."

Madison raised her glass in mock salute. "To loyalty through pleasure."

"To power," I corrected, eyes gleaming. "And to making every woman in Jack Morrison’s orbit question their life choices."

The waiter appeared with dessert—some architectural confection that probably required NASA-level engineering. Madison fed me a bite, intimate in the middle of a room full of high-society types, and I tasted seventeen different flavors that somehow worked together.

’This is it,’ I thought. ’This is how life should be. Food, women, plans, and sweet, humiliating revenge—all executed with precision and style.’

Madison leaned back, a satisfied predator. "You know what I love about us?"

"My sparkling personality?"

"Nope. Your complete lack of shame." She grinned. "Any other guy would pretend he wasn’t building a harem. You... plan it like a military campaign."

"Everyone wins in my version," I said. "The women get satisfaction and liberation, I get all, resources and influence—"

"And the men who deserve it get destroyed," she finished my thought. "Beautifully twisted."

’She gets it. Gets me. That’s why she’s different from the others.’

"What about you?" I asked, serious now. "What do you get out of all this?"

Madison paused, twirling her earring. "I get to watch you become what you were meant to be. The sex liberation is phenomenal. You’re entertaining as hell. And maybe..." her eyes darkened, sharp with something deeper than hunger, "maybe I like knowing that no matter how many women you collect, you come home to me. I’m the constant."

’Fuck,’ I thought. ’When did this become real?’

"Madison—"

"Don’t," she said, holding up a hand. "No feelings talk. Just promise me one thing."

"What?"

"When you’re building your empire of sexually satisfied women... remember who was here from the beginning. I know I say this so many times but bare with me, hon. I do not want to be forgotten when you one day get tens or hundreds of women."

"You’re unforgettable," I said simply. "Trust me on that."

"So," she said, cutting into her Chilean sea bass with the precision of a surgeon, "What about the gig at my aunt’s agency?"

Two interviews, I had tomorrow, actually. The Voyeur Wellness Center at ten—high-end therapeutic massage with benefits for desperate housewives. Then the escort agency at noon—more traditional pay-for-play with Silicon Valley’s lonely elite. Different approaches to the same market.

"Ready as anyone can be for professional satisfaction provider interviews," I said. "Though nothing will compare to our study sessions."

Madison’s eyes lit up with that particular spark that meant she was remembering. "God, it is intense."

’Five days since my first threesome. Three weeks of paradise disguised as chemistry tutoring.’

It had started with genuine academic intentions. Madison needed help with advanced biology, Isabella started to tutor, and Madison suggested her house since "it’s bigger and more private." What she hadn’t mentioned was that her parents were never home and the housekeeper only came mornings.

That first session had been awkward—me trying to focus on X and Y structures while Madison kept finding excuses to touch Isabella, Isabella pretending not to notice Madison’s hand on her thigh, everyone pretending the sexual tension wasn’t thick enough to cut.

Then Madison, bold as always, had simply asked: "Are we really going to study, or can we acknowledge what we all want?"

’My first time with two women at once. Zero to sixty in the span of a heartbeat.’

"Remember that first time?" Madison asked now, reading my thoughts. "You looked like you’d won the lottery but didn’t know how to cash the ticket."

"Can you blame me? Two beautiful women stripping while discussing covalent bonds. My brain nearly short-circuited."

"You adapted quickly." Her smile was pure sin. "By the end of that night, you had us both begging."

The weeks since had been an education in more than chemistry. Madison’s mansion became our playground—ten bedrooms, six bathrooms, a home theater, an indoor pool, countless surfaces and spaces to explore.

The housekeeper left at noon, giving us the entire estate.

’The master bathroom with its rainfall shower and bench. Madison pressed against the glass while Isabella and I took turns making her scream.’

’The pool house where we discovered Isabella’s flexibility was even more impressive when combined with Madison’s creativity.’

’The home theater where we watched porn for inspiration, then immediately tried to outdo what we saw.’

’The kitchen island that would never look the same after Isabella bent Madison over it while I took Isabella from behind.’

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Sorry if there are repeated patterns, I am not feeling well today.