Thirds: A Leather and Lace Collection

By J.B. Rogers

Three rooms. One night. No boundaries.

A gigolo gets more than he bargained for when his hot date’s husband enters the picture.
An obscure porn actress comes out of retirement for one lucky fan... and his spellbound secretary.
A discreet desk clerk gets invited to share more than a bottle of wine after a crossdresser’s public debut.

Curl up in bed with this trio of “thirds” for some sheet-scorching action!

This mélange of ménages à trois contains three short stories of about 7500 words each. The wide variety of sexually explicit content includes cuckolding, female domination, first-time kink, genderbending, voyeurism, same-sex encounters, and a bizarre brand of sissification.

Current release: 1.01

• Language: English
• Publisher: J.B. Rogers
• Release date: Sep 5, 2016
• ISBN: 9781370461004

J.B. Rogers

My first novel is The Freshman's Curse, an erotic transgender/genderqueer romance. The omnibus (with three extra stories!) was released in June 2016. The short stories relate to the main story, but they're tangents which work on their own – so try one to get a taste!Also available is Thirds, a collection of three menage/cuckold short stories which take place in the same hotel on the same night. Chronologically, Thirds takes place early in The Freshman's Curse: Book Two, about a month before the events in "Hosed." Aside from one character who appears in both Thirds and "Hosed," the events are completely separate. If you want to read both, I recommend starting here.My Tumblr is very NSFW, and frequently contains snippets of whatever I happen to be working on. I specialize in blurring gender lines and rehabilitating tired erotic tropes by treating them more realistically and taking the situations seriously.

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Erotica by J.B. Rogers

Leather and Lace

The Freshman’s Curse Saga:

Measuring Up

Book One: Transformation

Solstice Surprise ‡

Book Two: Revelation ‡

Hosed

The Complete Novel (With Extra Parts) †‡

Thirds

The Devil Made Me Do Her!

Karma’s Bitch

† box set

‡ connects with The Chamber

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Thirds

A Leather and Lace Collection

by J.B. Rogers

Thirds

A Leather and Lace Collection

J.B. Rogers

Copyright © 2016 by J.B. Rogers

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ISBN 9781370461004

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All characters involved in sexual situations are at least eighteen years old.

Chronology

These stories take place in my Leather and Lace setting, occurring shortly after Chapter 14 of The Freshman’s Curse. Hosed, which appears in the TFC box set, is a sequel to this collection’s Strictly Business and takes place about six weeks later; Rita appears in both. Aside from some characters knowing each other, Thirds and TFC are otherwise completely separate and can be read independently.

Contents

Erotica by J.B. Rogers

Title Page

Copyright

1. Kevin in "Just Peachy"

2. Joanna in "Strictly Business"

3. Stacy in "Room Service"

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Just Peachy

A Leather and Lace Encounter

Kevin

I took a cab to the hotel. My Chevy would only attract attention there, and neither of us wanted that.

Despite meeting her through the usual right-swipe methods, PeachyQueen didn’t come off like my usual fare. She was more together than most of my partners, and for once I felt like she was the one doing me a favor by asking to meet. That was a nice change of pace, but it didn’t stop me from quoting her a price. I overcharged her; she looked like she could afford it. She agreed immediately, and when she named the hotel, I knew I could’ve doubled my rates. Live and learn.

I tipped the driver enough that he wouldn’t remember a skinflint, but not so much that I’d stand out as generous. I had the economics of anonymity down to a science; my profession demanded it. I checked my reflection in a handy window, straightened my tie, and stepped inside.

My instructions were admirably clear, simple and direct. I introduced myself to the pretty blonde desk clerk as Mr. Whitmore and asked if I had any messages. Stacy poked around for a couple of minutes and came up with an envelope. I took it with a smile I didn’t have to fake, and she dimpled nicely before getting back to… well, to whatever clerks did in between guests.

I sat in the business section of the lobby to open the envelope. Inside was a room key and a note on hotel stationery: the number 608, with Don’t knock. written underneath. I smiled, pocketed the keycard, and headed to the elevator.

The hotel wasn’t exactly crowded, but I was glad I’d dressed up for the occasion. It looked like some boring business convention was in town, and I blended right in. The key was a smart move, and nobody paid any attention when I used it to open my room and step inside.

For a heart-stopping moment, I thought the woman at the window was nude. Her short dress matched both her screen name and her skin tone, and it clung to her hourglass figure without looking tawdry. PeachyQueen’s profile picture hadn’t done her justice. She looked positively regal, and my mind went blank as she extended her hand to greet me.

You’re prompt. I like that. Her voice was smooth and rich, almost intoxicating.

I live to serve. I struggled to keep my voice level. I cleaned up okay, but she was out of my league and we both knew it.

I hope that’s not true, Mister…?

My alias was laughable in the real world. Kevin. Just call me Kevin.

Then I’m Jo. Yes, you’re here at my bidding, but if you think I want a servant, you’re wasting my time.

I was off my game, but I tried to pass it off with a shrug. Call yourself ‘Queen,’ maybe you shouldn’t be surprised if you attract a subject or two.

Jo stepped closer, resting her hand on my arm. She was close to a foot shorter than me, with dark brown eyes a man could get lost in. I wondered how many had. I didn’t take you for the submissive type. Not from what you said in that chat session.

I’m not. Far from it. But I know when I’m outclassed.

Class? Maybe on the outside, but I’m the same wicked woman you spent two hours making deliciously dirty promises to. I intend to keep you to them.

Some of what we’d said online had been pretty wild. You sure about that?

I’m not made of porcelain, Kevin. Jo’s hands went behind her back, slipping under her long black hair, and I could almost hear the zipper purr. The lady’s limber, I’ll give her that. You promised to fuck me so hard I wouldn’t walk right for a week. Her dress slipped down, baring her big, beautiful breasts. So what are you waiting for?

I took her in my arms, and her body melted against mine. I palmed her naked back with one hand and her firm, shapely ass with the other, and she wriggled insistently against my growing member. I hope you packed something less revealing, I growled.

Why’s that?

My mouth turned up in that smile I normally save for dark alleys, door-to-door salesmen, and debt collectors. Because I plan to leave bruises. You ready for that, little queen?

Jo’s eyes widened, and her voice was little more than a whisper. Promises, promises. She had half of my shirt’s buttons undone before the harsh ring of the room’s phone stopped her. You’d better be naked by the time I hang up.

I smiled and got to work. Most of the women I met this way liked to watch me strip, to savor what they’ve paid for, and Jo was no exception. Her voice was all business as she answered the phone, but her