Chloe was the hot little Asian girl who lived right across the hall from me. I met her by happenstance and as luck would have it, she and I hooked up. She was a steamy little sexpot, with a wild streak.

Our relationship was easy-going for the most part. We quickly fell into a routine of seeing each other and despite my best efforts to get Chloe to move in with me, she liked the autonomy of having her own apartment.

During the day, Chloe worked as a secretary for a property management company. Since I also worked in property management, we had a lot in common as relates to our jobs, although I was more involved in property management and her job was more clerical in nature.

I had to get out and meet clients and tenants, while Chloe remained sequestered in an office with a bunch of accounting types.

“I like my job,” Chloe would tell me, “but I don’t like the people I work with.”

Chloe told me about a guy that creeped her out at her workplace and I jokingly offered to “off him”. Chloe laughed off my comment. I was serious (not really).

Chloe told me she simply needed to get out of the office more often. I told her she should take a sick day and simply accompany me to some of my property visits.

“That would be so cool,” Chloe replied.

I told Chloe that I would be visiting some apartment complexes the next day and invited her to come along. At first, she declined, but then as we sat there, looking out at the sunset from my third-story apartment patio overlooking the apartment complex where we lived, she sat up and said, “I’m going with you.”

I told Chloe we would have to make up a story and cover for her, since I did not want my bosses finding out that she was accompanying me on a visit to the properties that I supervised. I told her that I would introduce her as a “manager-in-training."

The next morning, I called Chloe to see if she was still on board.

“Oh yeah,” she replied. As I stepped outside of my apartment door, she stepped outside of hers, since she lived right across the hall from me. I had to catch my breath. She looked stunning in her professional work attire, with stylish white pumps, a white skirt, with a small professional cut just above the knee and side slit, a white blazer and a pink button-down blouse, accented with a strand of white pearls hanging from around her neck.

“Are you wearing panties?” I asked. (You’ll have to read the other story to know why I asked her the question.)

“Of course not,” Chloe replied, slipping her hand under my arm as we headed down the stairs.

We headed off to my first appointment, which was an apartment complex. Chloe discreetly accompanied me inside, where we were met by Alyssa, the property manager. I quickly introduced Chloe and explained that she was a manager in training. Alyssa was one of the better property managers and she and I often joked around about how our property owner was a “fuddy-duddy” type that didn’t really care about his property investment. As we chatted, Chloe looked around the property management offices. We exchanged quick glances as I headed off into the property manager’s office to talk about occupancy rates, property upgrades and delinquent tenants. From the property manager’s office, I could see Chloe checking out the pool and looking around the clubhouse. She casually took up a seat at the bar in the clubhouse and began checking things on her phone.

As the property manager readied a rent roll for me, I texted Chloe and told her how sexy she looked. I watched as she got the message and then she looked around to see where I might be. I discreetly texted her to ask if she was wearing any panties (an old joke between us- you’ll have to read the other stories to understand).

She texted back, No, and then she asked by text, Where are you?

I told her I was in the property manager’s office. I watched as she discreetly placed her phone between her legs and snapped a photo, which she then texted to me.

Behave! I replied by text.

I can’t, Chloe texted back.

I smiled at her response.

“I’m sorry,” Alyssa remarked. I looked up from my cell phone.

“My printer is out of ink,” Alyssa remarked. I nodded my head, pretending to be engaged, but in reality, my mind was not focused on much more than Chloe.

“I’ll email it to you,” Alyssa said.

“Okay,” I dutifully replied.

Alyssa and I had worked together for several years. She knew my penchant and weakness for pretty women. It was one of the reasons that I had hired her.

“She’s probably got a boyfriend,” Alyssa injected after noticing my disconnect.

Embarrassed, I replied, “She is easy on the eyes.”

“Yes, she is,” Alyssa replied, adding “There is no fixing you, is there?”

“Nope,” I dutifully replied.

“Can we check out the model apartment?” I asked.

“Do you want me to go with you?” Alyssa replied.

“It's up to you,” I quickly shot back, “But I don’t see you as the threesome type.”

When Alyssa did not respond, I quickly apologized and attempted refocused on a few things.

“Email me the rent roll, send me the maintenance work-order logs, the costs analysis report, and the delinquency report,” I directed. “Give me the key to the model and I’ll make sure everything looks in order.”

I stood up and made my way out to the clubhouse section of the offices.

“Would you like to see the model apartment?” I asked Chloe.

“Sure,” she beamed back, rapidly batting her eyelashes. Alyssa approached with the key to the model apartment in hand.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to show it to you?” Alyssa pressed.

“I think I can find it,” I replied. Alyssa’s insistence was a little unnerving, but I just chalked it up to a little jealousy on her part. She knew what I was up to and could not tolerate or understand, being left out.

Chloe dutifully followed me to the model apartment, which was a well-decorated unit on the send floor overlooking the pool area. As we made out way past the sliding glass doors and on to the expansive patio overlooking the pool, I gently placed my hand on Chloe’s backside. She hand-flipped her long black hair over her shoulder and smiled.

“What a fantastic view,” she declared as we stood at the balcony railing.

I took a step back and replied, “Yeah, the view is certainly great.”

Chloe turned to face me, her bloused shirt completely unbuttoned. Holy smokes! It was if Chloe was reading my mind.

I hastily retreated backwards and into the apartment, Chloe following me. I headed for the master bedroom. I kicked off my shoes and launched myself on to the canopied bed. Chloe quickly stripped out of her business jacket and her blouse and then out of her skirt, allowing the garments to fall to the floor.

She silently jettisoned her chiffon blouse and then her white lace brassiere, and then she launched herself on to the bed beside me. I pulled her on top of myself and we began to passionately explore one another’s body.

In an instant, I was shirtless and sans pants. Chloe was singularly focused on one thing. Neither of us even heard the apartment front door open, or close. All we heard was an “Oh God” audible exclamation from the bedroom door. I looked to see Alyssa, the apartment manager, and my co-worker, standing in the doorway, her hands cupped over her mouth, frozen in place.

There was no way to hide what was going on. We had been caught. Plain and simple.

Alyssa backed out of the doorway as I bolted from the bed.

“Oh no!” I yelled out as she headed for the front door to the apartment.

“You are awful!” Alyssa exclaimed as she reached the door.

I was right behind her, dressed only in my boxer shorts. I managed to grab her by her arm as she opened the door to leave. I placed my other hand on the back of the door and pushed it shut.

“No!” Alyssa exclaimed as the door slammed shut.

As Alyssa turned to face me, I grabbed her other free hand and pinning her against the door, I pressed my body against hers and my lips to her lips. She resisted, but only for a brief second. Suddenly, she thrust her tongue into my mouth and that was all it took.

“Come and join us,” I directed.

“But I’m not bi,” Alyssa replied.

“That’s fine,” I replied, “Neither is Chloe.”

. . . or so I thought.

I led Alyssa into the bedroom by the hand and pulled her onto the bed, and Chloe attempted to pull the covers over herself.

"We’re all adults here,” I said, “so let’s put aside any preconceived feelings and simply enjoy ourselves.”

As I spoke, I reached out and began to unbutton Alyssa’s shirt. I looked over at Chloe and proffered a wink.

As Alyssa’s cleavage became more viewable, I asked Chloe what she thought about Alyssa. To my surprise, Chloe was unabashedly open.

“She’s pretty,” Chloe said, a cover pulled up and held in place to cover her own boobs. I helped Alyssa out of her shirt and then I gently removed her bra straps from her shoulders as she sat nervously on the bed, her stiletto-heeled feet pulled up under herself on the large bed.

“Take it off,” I directed. Alyssa reached behind herself and unsnapped her brassiere, gently removing it, peeling the spaghetti straps past her elbows and forearms, and allowing it to fall on to the surface of the bed where we sat. Her nipples were strong and hard, perched on top of perfectly shaped man-made globes.

“Nice,” I remarked, reaching out and gently applying some finger pressure to her left breast. “Very nice.”

Alyssa closed her eyes as I gently hand massaged her breasts. I head-motioned for Chloe to get closer to where I was stationed on the bed, gently massaging Alyssa’s breasts.

“Feel them,” I said the Chloe. “These are the best ‘man-mades’ ever.”

Chloe shifted on the bed closer to where I was seated, dropping the bed covers. I took Chloe's hand and placed it onto Alyssa’s boob, guiding the manual massage. Alyssa’s caved at that point and as she closed her eyes, she hummed her approval.

I quickly and deftly repositioned myself behind Alyssa as Chloe continued her unabated massage of Alyssa’s breasts. I pulled Alyssa backwards so that she would be supine and on her back. Chloe spread Alyssa’s legs and positioned herself between them, looking at our third partner in silence, with a mischievous look that belied any explanation. Chloe bit down on her lower lip and proffered a very pronounced wink at me. It was at this point, that I realized that something really cool was about to transpire.

Chloe helped Alyssa out of her skirt and then her panties, as I stripped out of my boxer shorts. My erection was now very evident to both Alyssa and Chloe.

Alyssa took in a deep breath and then forced out a deep exhalation.

“Relax,” I instructed, climbing back onto the bed, my erection only inches from Alyssa’s face. She turned her head to look at me, only to find my tool staring her in the face and within easy reach.

“Oh my God!” Alyssa exclaimed as she spied my manhood for the very first time, her hands covering her mouth and nose. I took her hand and placed it on the shaft of my tool.

“I think you know what’s needed,” I remarked as I wrapped Alyssa’s fingers around the girth of my eight-and-a-half-inch steel rod-like tool. Alyssa inched up on her elbows, even as Chloe was planting kisses on Alyssa’s thighs. Alyssa planted a kiss on the end of my tool, which was dripping with a large amount of precum. She used her tongue to encircle the head of my cock, before slipping it into her mouth.

Oh! My God!

Chloe had one finger deeply plunged into Alyssa’s completely shaved vagina, working it back and forth. I was seeing for the very first time, a side of Chloe I had never seen before. Chloe was not bashful in her approach to Alyssa, not in the very least, which kind of caught me by surprise.

I had always had a secret crush on Alyssa but never acted on it because she was my subordinate at work. And now, here she was, going to town on my tool and getting primed by my girlfriend. Life was very nice, at this point.

I leaned over and started massaging Alyssa’s “man-mades” as she closed her eyes. Chloe was eagerly working on Alyssa’s pussy, alternating between finger probes and oral stimulation activities. I worked my way off the bed and to the back side of Chloe, sticking a finger into her pussy. She was extremely turned on and wet as she could be. I grabbed her hips and pulled her towards the side of the bed, as she repositioned Alyssa towards her.

I jammed my cock into Chloe’s pussy from behind and she turned to look back at me. She smiled and proffered another one of her trademarked winks that told me she was perfectly fine with what was transpiring. I was about to nut when Chloe stopped me.

“Fuck her,” Chloe directed as she rolled off to the side of Alyssa. “Fuck her like you fuck me.”

I looked at Alyssa and she simply closed her eyes as she spread her legs, waiting for me to enter her. Alyssa was a little tight, even after the priming by Chloe, but she was a delight. She quickly wrapped her long slender legs around me and met every one of my thrusts with a verbal pronouncement, until she finally exploded in a gush of excitement.

“Oh yeah!” she cried out as she raked her fingernails across my shoulders, digging them in as she orgasmed, her eyes rolling into the back of her head. Chloe was simply ecstatic, cheering us on, like a cheerleader at a football game.

The three of us lay there for the longest time, staring at the ceiling, saying nothing.

Finally, after an indeterminable amount of time, I told Alyssa that I thought the model unit might need an upgrade.

“What do you suggest?” Alyssa asked, still staring at the ceiling above us.

Not missing a beat, I suggested mirrors over the bed.

“Only you,” Alyssa shot back.

“Well,” I replied, “it would be better than looking at the plaster above us.”

Alyssa chuckled.

“I can order them today,” she replied, “but I’m not sure if that’s a good message to send out to prospective residents.”

“I doubt anyone will ask,” I replied. “Just do it.”

We each took our turn taking a shower. I was first. As I stepped out of the shower, I was surprised to see Chloe and Alyssa locked in a deeply passionate and soulful kiss as they lay on the bed. I discreetly got dressed and exited the apartment, locking the door behind me.

I grabbed a Coke from the office refrigerator and took up a seat in Alyssa’s office, as the leasing agent talked to someone on the phone. I’m pretty sure she knew something was going on, but she didn’t say a word.

Alyssa and Chloe showed up about thirty minutes later. I proffered a wink at Chloe as she took up a seat in the chair across from the property manager’s desk as Alyssa stood in the doorway to her office.

“Shall we set up our next meeting?” I asked, looking at Alyssa.

Alyssa asked if Chloe would be coming along.

“I don’t know,” I replied. “We haven’t made a management decision on where it would be best to plug her in.”

“I have a leasing assistant opening,” Alyssa replied.

And that is how easy it was for Chloe to move from working in the management office to working in the field as a leasing agent.

The mirrors came in within the week, and Chloe was the first to tell me. I think I may have to drop by the apartment community and check them out.