About Naughty: Mandatory Fun, a Torquere Menage story
by AR Moler
18 pages / 4100 words
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The head of Special Investigative Services, John Benchley, dreads the holiday season. During the autumn of the last two years, he’s lost two friends and fellow agents: one to a senseless robbery and one to the predations of a supernatural being that SIS was created to combat. The last thing he wants to do right now is participate in the mandatory Yuletide interagency bash. In particular, he’d really, really like to avoid an old hook-up, the man-eating Madison Carthage. Gabrielle Dichenz and Evan Garrett, his current lovers, promise him a reward for being a good boy and hanging in there. Sexy grown-up presents are good; love and support are better. John’s Christmas season just might take a turn for the better this year.
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Evan collected a glass of red wine for Brie and
headed back toward her. John had gone off toward another group of
people.
"Oh, thank you," she said as he handed her the glass. "Cecelia and Kyle
showed up."
"Holy…" Evan muttered as he caught as glimpse of Cecelia Thomas, who
functioned as the SIS in house doctor, on the arm of Kyle Matheson, a
stocky black homicide detective who Evan used to work with in the DCPD.
"What the hell is she doing with him?"
"I thought he was a friend of yours," said Brie.
"He is. He's a good solid cop, with the imagination of a cinder block.
Cecelia chops up vampires and zombies for a living," Evan murmured close
to Brie's ear.
"Maybe the sex is good. She's been seeing him off and on for the past
four months."
"Nobody tells me anything," Evan complained. Oh shit, he spied someone
else in the ballroom; someone he'd actually hoped wouldn't show up.
Madison Carthage was wearing a backless black gown and a pair of
four-inch high "fuck me" heels, and she seemed to be heading straight
for John. "Red alert, John needs rescuing."
"Why?"
"See the blond in the black dress, stalking toward him? Her name is
Madison and John was a notch in her bedpost a few years back. She's
still pissed that it was a one time event."
Brie's mouth quirked in a half grin. "I'm supposing you want me to run
interference?"
"John would probably love you forever if you did."
"Alas, the things I do for the men I love." Brie walked off toward John.