”Frankie snickered at his own joke and nudged Jacob to join in the fun, but the youngster kept his cool.“You drunk yet Frankie?” I asked with a ...lare, wanting to make sure this scrawny son of a bitch knew who was in charge, right off the bat. It’s true that Frankie and I have little respect for one another. To me he’s a good for nothing drunk and to him I’m a pesky obstacle on his way to becoming a trail boss. “Cause I can smell the booze off your wretched breath.”“Shut up,” Frankie shot. I said I'd have to be 17 at the time if you're really 21! She laughed it off and said of course I am! I asked if she wanted to get a hotel room and have some drinks and talk. She said yes as long as I got her home by 11pm. I didnt want to take her to the place I was staying for work so I found a decent place to take her and got a bottle of wine on the way. As we talked over some wine she was explaining about her job didn't pay enough and she needed to make more money, and took me up on the. As in I fantasize about him letting his friends use me because I’m his slut to do with as he pleases. Before anyone gets mad about the inherent sexism involved here, I want to make clear that this is not how I think women should be treated in real life. This is a sexual fantasy of mine, and it stays in the bedroom.Anyway, back to the story. I was walking back to campus after running some errands downtown when I got a snapchat from Alex. It was him and some guys in the background with the. I drifted off to sleep, knowing that all of my physical needs were being more than met; but still I was slightly sad that my time of controlling, and perhaps even manipulating, my two lovers for my emotional and sexual enjoyment was over…I went to sleep with the realization that I was now the puppet being manipulated; and I was no longer the puppet master pulling the strings and making my 'boy toys' dance for my own amusement.And so, it went. During the two weeks, following my first ‘ménage a.