Vixie struggled to keep her mind on her work. There was plenty to do: A copper bottom pot that needed to be reforged for Jinnifer Holm, some bronze door hasps for Garrick the carpenter, and some silver objects for Magnus whose intricate requirements would have fascinated her if she had liked Magnus, or if she had some idea what the function of them was. Wands, she suspected. Magnus fancied himself a mage, and he had some talent, but he couldn’t power the shield. He had tried several times, and couldn’t get the hang of it. That wasn’t why she didn’t care much for him, really; it was the comment he had made at a tavern one night, rather loudly, about how it was a “waste” that Vixie and Laurel were into each other. As if either of them would have been interested in Magnus anyway.

Back at home, Laurel was going to give Jerry a blowjob at lunchtime.

She could picture it in her mind’s eye. It wasn’t the physical act that made her keep thinking about it. But Laurel was inexperienced, and for her it wouldn’t be just another bj, it would be a big fucking deal. She’d asked Vixie for tips and even made Vixie demonstrate on their dildo. Then Laurel practiced on the dildo and made Vixie watch and critique. Vixie knew full well Jerry would love it, and as she pointed out, the real thing was larger than the one they had, which was made of well-polished and varnished wood.

Vixie didn’t know if she was jealous, exactly, or who she was jealous of, for that matter. Maybe she just wanted to be there and turn it into a threesome, and maybe get some more of Jerry’s cock for herself. That led to another thought, about what would happen after she got home. Laurel wouldn’t drain him dry, surely. After dinner – well, all sorts of combinations were going through Vixie’s mind, and the scrollwork she was doing on Magnus’s wand felt tedious rather than fascinating by comparison. She’d rather be doing some work with Jerry’s wand.

By the time she got home, she was a mess. Her heart was beating a mile a minute, and her panties were uncomfortable. She’d gotten wet several times, and hadn’t been able to do anything about it, and right now they were a bit gross as far as she was concerned. She was sweaty, too, from heating metal. She headed straight for the shower.

It was so tempting to try to get the water to angle just right and jill off right then and there, but she didn’t. She just got clean. She put on a bra and panties, and debated showing up to dinner in her underwear. She was pretty sure Jerry wouldn’t mind. Laurel wouldn’t mind. But maybe they’d feel like they should object, for form’s sake. She compromised by pulling on some shorts, but not bothering with a top.

She wandered into the kitchen, to find Jerry already seated at the table and Laurel at the stove.

So much for getting to talk to Laurel alone. Jerry’s eyes swiveled and looked right where she expected. Well, that worked, anyway. Laurel didn’t turn from the pot she was stirring, but she asked, “Hi honey. Welcome home? How was your day at the smithy?”

“Good. Good,” Vixie said. “Good.”

That made Laurel look over her shoulder. “Vixie!”

“That’s my name,” Vixie said, noticing that Laurel was staring, too. Well, good.

“If you spill, you’ll get food on your nice bra.” Laurel turned back to her pot. “So what was good about it?”

Well, she could have been just a little scandalized.

“Nothing much,” Vixie admitted. “Just busy. Magnus has me working on what I thought were wands.” She glanced over at Jerry, and was tempted to ask him if he liked her outfit, but didn’t want to seem needy. Well, if they weren’t going to react more at her showing up to dinner in underwear, she clearly needed to up her game. “So, how was the blowjob?”

She caught Jerry just as he raised a glass of water to his lips, and made him spit.

Laurel looked over her shoulder at Vixie and said, “Good. Good.” And then paused, just as Vixie had. “Good.” Her eyes twitched with mischief. “I think it might be an acquired taste, but that just means it’s something to work on, doesn’t it? But I think you should ask Jerry.”

“Fine.” Vixie sat down across from Jerry, and leaned forward. “So, how did you enjoy having my girlfriend’s mouth around your cock today? And if you say good, good, good I will throttle you.”

Jerry nodded. “It was fantastic.”

“And he got some mana out of it!” Laurel said.

“And I got some mana out of it,” Jerry agreed.

“A lot?”

“Some. Measurable. A point or two.”

Vixie shrugged. “I don’t know about points. What are points?”

“Just the way I measure mana. It was somewhere between three and seven percent of as much mana as I make in a day.”

“Enough to make it so you can power the shield?”

“Well,” Jerry said. “We’d have to have a lot more sex to do that, I think. Not that I’m saying we have to do that. And I need to keep getting better, anyway.”

“Well, then,” Vixie said. “After dinner, right? The three of us? Jerry’s bed? All night long?”

“I have a poker game,” Jerry said. “But I could cancel.”

“That sounds like a –”

Laurel interrupted. “Jerry, how many friends do you have in town?”

“Well,” Jerry said. “I guess it’s the two of you, Bran maybe, and my poker buddies I guess? I mean, I just got here, and I spend most of my time studying, so I’ve met a lot of people in passing, but friends? A work in progress.”

“Right. So you can’t miss poker night. It’s not healthy not to have friends. Probably it’s good to have men friends. Dinner is almost ready.”

“Still,” Jerry said. “It’s at Tholin’s, which is in town next to the smithy. It’ll take me less than ten minutes to walk there. I’ll have some time.”

“That’s settled, then,” Vixie said. “I get his dick first this time.”

Laurel picked up a knife.

Vixie watched her for a moment, but Laurel just had to cut some bread. She put slices on the plates, and then poured a thick, red, meaty sauce over them.

“What’s this dish called?” Jerry asked.

“Untidy Josephs,” Laurel said. “I don’t know why. I think Joseph was some Earth hero? From the Bible, maybe?”

“Fancy clothes, and then he spilled all over them,” Vixie said. “It’s good, though. Just messy.” She looked at her bra. “Maybe I should take the bra off.”

“Or put a shirt on,” Laurel said.

“Definitely not that,” Vixie said. “Jerry can’t keep his eyes off them this way. I’ll just be very careful and eat ladylike. What? I can do it!”

She was careful. She only spilled a little, and when she did, it landed right in her cleavage, giving them both another reason to stare.

“You have a –” Laurel started.

“Yep. Which one of you wants it?”

Laurel rolled her eyes. “See what I have to put up with, Jerry?”

“It sounds like a real hardship,” Jerry said. “Since you have to do this all the time, maybe I should take a turn.”

“At the dinner table!” Laurel exclaimed.

“I’ll stand up,” Vixie said. She walked over to Jerry’s side and leaned forward.

Jerry licked the sauce off her boobs. “Mmm. I think I like this better than on the bread. Although it’s very good bread.”

“The bread versus breasts dilemma,” Vixie said. “A classic.”

“You can have his manhood first,” Laurel said. “Seems like you need it.”

“Cock,” Vixie corrected.

Laurel’s face scrunched up.

“You didn’t have a problem with that word last night,” Vixie told her. “Or dick. But I think cock is better, for Jerry.”

“Those are not dinner table words,” Laurel said.

“Fuck, Laurel.” Vixie sat back down.

“That’s not a dinner table –”

“This is really good food,” Jerry said. “At home we call something like this Sloppy Joe’s.”

“Sounds positively indecent!” Vixie said. “How did Jo get so sloppy? Was it because a co – a penis – ejaculated deep inside her, filling her womb?” She looked at Laurel. “See, dinner table words.”

“Maybe I shall have his manhood first after all, if you aren’t going to behave,” Laurel said. “But of course it’s really up to Jerry. How long do you think you’ll have before poker, Jerry?”

“To poke her,” Vixie said before Jerry could answer.

“An hour?” Jerry shrugged. “The time isn’t exact, but we can’t get started unless at least three of us are there. I mean, you can play poker with two, but it’s not much fun.”

“Some things,” Vixie said. “Are best with three.”

“Some things are,” Jerry said. “There’s something you need to know, though. Your mother apparently has a spell on you that allows her to know if someone has had sex with you.”

“She what?” Vixie nearly yelled. “What the fuck?”

Jerry nodded. “And she decided to confront me about it in the marketplace. Loudly. A bunch of people must have heard. She thought I was stealing you away from Laurel. I set her straight.”

Vixie clenched her hands. “That fucking bitch.” She looked at Laurel, contrite. “Sorry honey.”

“It’s okay. Justified.”

“I can’t believe her!” Vixie said. “If I didn’t have some first-rate cock to fuck, and some first-rate pussy to lick, I’d –”

“Vixie,” Laurel remonstrated.

“I’d throttle her,” Vixie finished. She meant it, too, although she knew that she’d have calmed down before she got there enough to use just words. Laurel had a way of talking her down.

“We’re here for you,” Jerry said.

Jerry, too. They were both calm, and solid. They were both what Vixie needed. “Let’s forget about that,” she said. “And just –” she paused, looking at Laurel, “copulate.”