Serve Me

By Nicole Elliot

My new job has three owners. 
And they all want to own me.

The workplace is for working, right? 
But in the interview I notice the head bartender checking me out. 
And the owner. 
And the chef. 
There's no way they're all into me. 
NO WAY. 
But Kellan, Joshua, and Austin are all interested. They each made it more than clear. 
In the supply closet, the bathroom, the kitchen. 
It might be wrong, but I refuse to give up one of them - any of them. 
The lusty desire is mutual, and honestly.... 
I'm happy to be served. 

Serve Me is a super steamy MFMM romance. There are MF and MFMM scenes in this book. It has a HEA and NO Cliffhanger. Enjoy!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Nicole Elliot
• Release date: Jun 11, 2019
• ISBN: 9781393536291

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Serve Me

A MFMM Romance

By Nicole Elliot

Hi Kittens!

This is a short smutty story. Just a little taste of what’s to come this year yet.

Thanks for making this year my best ever!

xxx

Nicole

Chapter One: Alexa

Job sites are the middle man, and they only exist to make money.

Who actually goes on here, and gets the job that they apply for? There is no way companies really check it, because I would have had a job after four months of searching. I am sure they just have some obscure quota to fill; how many people make an account and upload their resume. I have signed up for all of them; Snag-a-Job, Indeed, Job Finder…. they are all worthless. Rent is going to be impossible to pay next month.

I had been doing odd jobs, bartending for pretentious folk at parties and galas with open bars. But the dress shirt and black slacks isn’t me. I want to work in a real bar, with some history and character. Specifically, O’Malley’s. But a bartender wanting to work there is like an editor wanting to work for Simon and Schuster, or a pre-med student wanting to go to John’s Hopkins.

The closest thing to impossible.

I put in my resume and application there a year ago. Just after I ran from…my past.

Anyway, they filled the job and that was all she wrote. So, I looked elsewhere, leaving my odd dream behind. It sounds odd, I am aware; but I just want to be a bartender. I like making drinks, talking about people’s day even if it is just to get a better tip. It probably has something to do with my childhood, but that is so far gone, it might as well have not happened.

I left my outdated laptop and moved into the living room for some trash television before I had to be at a job later. A frat party that paid upfront, threw a bunch of cash at me. I couldn’t turn it down. That would the hard part, possibly having to ID people. I never went to college, but I know how it feels to want to fit in and go with the crowd. If the cops bust us, I can just say they were wearing so much makeup and talking so much smart shit, I didn’t know they were underaged.

A frat like that probably paid them off already anyway. I lived in a college town, of sorts. If you lived there, you went to school there or worked at the university. Iowa City isn’t exactly a fly over, but it is a tight community in some ways.

At least I wouldn’t have to dress up. I lounged on the couch for a few more hours, I started getting ready around ten. Their thing started at midnight. I think it was homecoming or some shit, I wasn’t really listening after they told me two thousand dollars for the night, plus whatever bills got thrown at me. Millennials tip well.

I dressed in washed out, worn, ripped jeans, a bralette, and a loose white tank. Since my bralette was red, it looked nice, and my breasts filled it out well. My long blonde hair was unruly and unkind most days, so I just tossed it up into a bun. My makeup was dramatic and my Doc Martens were old. I put my cross-body purse on and started the walk over to their house.

It would take about fifteen minutes, and I always passed O’Malley’s on the way. There was a line out the door and I could hear the music and life in there from a block away. I crossed the street so I wouldn’t run in there and beg for a job, I wanted it that bad. The money would be good, the location is great and the business is booming. It would be good for me.

Minutes later I was at the house. Of course, it was a mansion, complete with a brick staircase walkway. It felt odd to knock. A young man opened the door; back when I was his age I would have thought he was cute. He had blonde hair and wore khakis and a polo. He smelled like a frat boy.

Well hello, party doesn’t start till later. He licked his lips in a way that made me shutter. Sure, I’m only twenty-five, probably only a few years older than him. But just then he looked like a child.

I’m the bartender. I answered, my voice short. His blue eyes widened as he nodded.

Oh, come on in. He stepped to the side and let me in. The large wood door slammed shut behind us.

The entryway was massive, with a double staircase. The far wall was adorned with plaques, I think from their frat history or something. We kept going through the living room, with black porn worthy leather couches, and reached the kitchen. It was open to a second living room, that was set up with party snacks and a beer pong table. But I knew the party would end up everywhere.

This is what we’ve got. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a set of keys. It opened the butler’s pantry.

Whoa. Their collection was worth thousands, and worthy of any bar. I wondered how they even got all of it. Jack, Patron, Skyy, so many brands and so many varieties.

Awesome. I managed.

People will probably just ask for a bunch of shots though. He shrugged and took the key off the ring, then tossed it to me. "Try and keep

Reviews for Serve Me

[Jackie Brown · Rating: 5 out of 5 stars]

Lovely fantasy short story. A girl gets it on quickly, really quickly with each of her new bosses, then it is 3 on 1. Hot.