--[3rd POV]--
"So you two are dating the sexy cook, right?" Tricia asked, glancing at Megan and Patty as they cleaned up the restaurant, "I don't mean to pry, but I'm really curious about how it all works between the three of you."
"Why do you wanna know? Interested in joining?" Megan asked as she stopped sweeping for a second and sent Tricia an appraising look.
"Maybe, if the sex is as good as I heard it was," Tricia replied with a smile as she glanced over at Summer, who glared back at her, "Don't bring me into this conversation, I want no part of it!"
"Now we know that's not true, Ramon told me the last time the two of you got together, you were begging for a very specific part," Megan corrected with a mischievous grin that made Summer nearly trip over her feet. "Don't feel bad about it, though; no one stands a chance against him. It's really just unfair."
"God, you're making me feel some major FOMO right now," Tricia muttered, biting her lip, "And he can handle both of you?"
Megan grinned before she glanced at Patty, "What do you think, Patty? Does Ramon handle both of us?"
Patty's cheeks flushed, "Ramon is…very proficient when it comes to those kinds of activities."
"That's her special way of saying he'll have you passing out by the time he's finished, and then taking you for another ride around the world when you wake up," Megan laughed, which only made Patty blush more, but she didn't deny it.
"Okay, now I feel like you guys are stringing me on or something," Tricia muttered with a suspicious glance.
Summer scoffed, "They don't need to string you on. You were ready to blow him on the street if he asked you to."
"What? A little exhibitionism never hurt anyone," Tricia responded with a smile. "Besides, the thrill of getting caught makes it worth the risk. You should know that better than anyone, Summer."
Summer shot Tricia a threatening glare, "Don't you dare bring that up, it wasn't fun, it was terrifying."
"Ugh, why can't you just admit that you enjoyed it!? No one here is going to judge, this is a shame-free zone," Tricia said, her voice overflowing with acceptance and positivity.
"She won't ever admit it," Megan answered on Summer's behalf, "But that's why Ramon has a soft spot for her. He's got a thing for breaking the stubborn ones."
"Really?!" Tricia exclaimed as a look of sudden concern flashed across her face, "Maybe I should be playing harder to get then?"
"Oh no, don't worry, he loves the submissive ones as well, just ask Patty," Megan reassured Tricia while embarrassing Patty at the same time.
"Meg!" Patty hissed as she turned bright red.
"I mean, everyone ends up submitting eventually after the first couple of rounds, but in the beginning, when he talks you through it, and you can feel his rough hands grab and squeeze your body like a stress toy…it just makes you want to melt into a puddle."
"He's also really good with his mouth," Patty chimed in suprising everyone with her raunchy confession.
"Noted," Tricia replied with a giddy energy, "Now what do I have to do to ensure that your man ends up in between my legs tonight?"
"With all the flirting you've done, I wouldn't be surprised if he doesn't drag you down to the kitchen floor," Summer retorted dryly.
"Who am I dragging down to the floor?"
All the girls turned to stare at Ramon as he walked up the stairs, his apron exchanged for a jacket.
"N-nothing," Summer stammered quickly, diverting her eyes even as Ramon walked up to her.
"Are you sure?" Ramon asked in a teasing voice as he stood less than an inch away from Summer, who visibly stiffened, "Yes, I'm sure now would you move back a little. You're almost standing on top of me."
"Fine, but first, I need to give you this," Ramon reached into his jacket and pulled out an envelope, which he handed to Summer. "Five thousand dollars, the amount we agreed on."
Summer blinked and, after a second, accepted the envelope, "O-oh…thanks."
"No problem," Ramon replied before promptly turning around to face Tricia, "I owe you five thousand dollars as well, don't I?"
"Well, I would like to get paid for all my hard work," Tricia replied coyly as she watched Ramon slowly walk up to her.
"See…that's just the thing," Ramon muttered as he stopped in front of Tricia, forcing her to stare up at him, "I feel like you didn't pull your weight as much as Summer did."
"W-what?" Tricia stuttered, her eyes searching Ramon's face for some sign that he was joking, but all she found was a dead serious look.
"Don't worry, I'm sure that there's something else you could do for me, to make up the difference." Ramon continued as his hand reached up and cupped the side of Tricia's face, running his thumb across her glossy, plump lips.
A look of realization flashed across Tricia's face, "If I have to, I really need the money after all."
Tricia stared Ramon directly in the eyes as she took his thumb in between her lips and sucked so hard that her cheeks hollowed
"I figured you would say yes." Ramon replied with a grin as his other hand came around to rest on Tricia's waist, where his fingers dug into her skin not hard enough to hurt but enough that Tricia could tell his possessive tendency, "Now why don't you come back to my place, and we can discuss just exactly how you'll be making things up to me."
"I don't see a problem with that," Tricia muttered after letting go of Ramon's thumb while leaning into his hand.
"Perfect," Ramon grinned at Tricia before glancing over at Summer, "You can walk home by yourself, right?"
"H-home?" Summer blinked, thrown off by the question.
"Yeah, where else would you go? You can't stay here," Ramon replied with a shrug of his shoulders even as his hand on Tricia's hip snuck around, finding its way to the curve of her shapely ass.
"I-I just thought," Summer muttered under her breath as her gaze switched between Ramon's impassive gaze and the pleasurable look on Tricia's face as Ramon openly fondled her without a care in the world.
"Oh did you want to come back to my house as well?" Ramon asked curiously.
Summer flinched as she found herself at an impossible crossroads, which was only made worse because she knew Ramon was getting off seeing her squirm.
"You see Tricia here," Ramon spoke up after Summer fell quiet for a few seconds, "She's made her needs clear as day, so I know exactly what to give her."
Ramon punctuated his sentence by suddenly leaning down and aggressively claiming Tricia's lips, taking her by surprise. But not even a second passed before Tricia's eyes drifted closed and she melted into the embrace, pressing and grinding herself against Ramon's body.
A pang of jealousy battered Summer's heart, followed by a searing heat of desire as she remembered what it had felt like when she had been the one assaulted by Ramon's skilled lips and tongue.
When the two finally broke apart, Tricia was left breathless and completely red in the face; the flush had even spread down to her prominent chest, making the massive mounds practically glow as they pressed against Ramon.
Looking back over at Summer, Ramon grinned like a wolf who had just found its next meal, "So what will it be, Summer?"
A single glance into Ramon's eyes was all it took to make Summer's entire body tremble, and after a long second, she muttered out from under her breath, "Take me with you…please."
"See, was that so hard?" Ramon grinned before letting go of Tricia with one final squeeze, "Now we can all get in the car together."
"I call shotgun!" Tricia called out, though her mischievous eyes were fixated on Ramon when she said it, clearly thinking of something in particular.
Everyone then made their way out of the restaurant and started piling into Ramon's car, with Tricia eagerly taking her spot in the front with Megan and Patty piling into the back. But when Summer moved to join them, Ramon caught her wrist and stopped her, "Where do you think you're going?"
"To sit in the back," Summer replied somewhat hesitantly.
"No, I don't think so," Ramon practically growled as he pulled her over to the driver's side and pointed down to the space between the steeringwheel in the pedals, "You're gonna fit right down in there."
Summer started to ask if Ramon was serious, but one look at his face and she had her answer. So with little other choice, Summer climbed in, squeezing herself into the crawl space and just barely had time to get adjusted before Ramon slid into his seat and unzipped his pants.