"What do you mean?" Torrie asked.

"I think this nigga here got the same thoughts as me but a sign on bonus for us would be nice," Darwin began.

"A sign on bonus? Guys, I can't really offer you that much money from the agency. It's more after you join up with us," Torrie interrupted.

"Nah, nah, not money, a different kind of sign on bonus," Darwin continued, a small grin forming on his lips.

"What uh... what are you suggesting?" Torrie questioned.

"I know Anquon and he is going to agree with me, but I would love to break that ass," Darwin said as he pointed at her lower body.

"What?! That's... that's ridiculous," Torrie responded, surprised.

"Think about it, your husband could walk in on us; think about the look on his face. In fact, we could tie his ass up and make him watch while we keep fucking you," Anquon added.

"You guys... you guys are being just absurd," Torrie replied.

"I ain't sure what that means but I know it ain't that. It's fuckin' genius, right nigga?" Darwin said as he tapped Anquon.

"But... that's..."

"What? Cheating? Sheeeeeeeeit, he already been cheatin' on you. We just helpin' you get even. And trust me, you definitely gonna enjoy it," Anquon said.

Torrie bit her lower lip as her eyes darted between the two big black football players. To a certain degree they were right. Her marriage was over at this point as there was no way she was going to forgive Jake. It'd also been a while since she felt a man's touch and her body was already reacting to their suggestion.

She cleared her throat to try to regain her composure. Her crotch grew warm at the thought of being embraced by two big black powerful men. A part of her even wondered what they would look like naked.

"Come on guys, let's get serious here. I'm just an old married woman, not your type," she resisted.

"Not our type? I don't know what you're talkin' about but you is definitely our type. You got that fine white ass," Darwin replied.

Her face turned red and she could feel the folds of her sex grow wet. She unconsciously licked her lips and Anquon smiled.

"You see that? She thinkin' about it. Look at them fine lips! I'd love to see them wrapped around this," he said, rubbing his upper thigh.

Torrie squinted and noticed a rather large bulge right against his right upper thigh. She wondered if she was seeing things. It could have just been the way the light hit his pants, making it seem as though there was a bulge where he was pointing.

Meg, her coworker and friend she had spoken to earlier in the morning, had always gone on and on about how black men were so much more different in bed. In fact, she always used both her hands to try to describe the size of their members. Torrie never truly believed her as she had dated a half-black, half-Chinese man and he was nothing special.

"Come on, what's the worst that could happen? We all just have a good time and you go do what you were going to do anyway. And you get even better revenge than just some shitty slap," Darwin said.

"It could put this whole negotiation at risk. It can be voided if people find out," Torrie replied.

"Oh, are there cameras in here?" Darwin asked.

"No."

"Then microphones to record our conversations?"

"No."

Torrie could tell where he was going with this.

"Then does your husband have some kind of recording device in his eyes?" Darwin questioned.

"No. Darwin, I get where you're trying to go but if he says..."

"Who the fuck cares what he says? He be the one cheating on you. If he says somethin' then there's us three and just one of him. Who you think the people will listen to?" Darwin asked.

He did have a point. Without any evidence, it would only be Jake's word against theirs. She felt her nipples grow hard and press against her blouse as her body grew more excited. Anquon and Darwin immediately took notice, staring at them as they poked through the thin fabric.

"And you guys really think you can stop him from getting out and... I don't know, running off? Or worst, getting mad and..."

"And what? Look at us. We would tear his ass up if he tried anything. And Anquon here is the fastest nigga there is on the field. If you think your husband can outrun his ass, then shit, he needs to be signed up," Darwin interrupted.

Torrie laughed at the thought of her husband outrunning a real athlete.

"Well? You give us this sign on bonus and we will sign that dotted line," Darwin said.

"Really? That's all it took?"

"Nah, you sold us, but damn, if we can add that in, then sheeeeeeeeeit, we definitely sold," Anquon replied.

"You know you want to try this. Look at them sweet nipples pokin' out," Darwin added.

Torrie's heart raced as she weighed the options. She knew for a fact that her body was ready and willing, but she still felt somewhat hesitant. Her phone buzzed and she took it out to see that Jake had texted her. He was letting her know that he was stuck in a meeting but that he would be on his way the minute it ended.

Her blood began to boil again. Even after being caught red handed, called out and ordered to come to her and talk, he was pushing it aside. All for a meeting that would've been useless in the long run.

"Fuck it," she whispered.

"What?" Darwin asked.

"I think she said she wanted us to fuck her," Anquon laughed.

"Close enough," Torrie said with a shrug.

"Yeah? We gettin' our sign on bonus?" Darwin asked as he stood up.

Anquon smiled and followed. They both made their way around Torrie's desk and stopped on either side of her. Torrie took a deep breath to try to calm herself as she heard their zippers make their way down.

Their pants slid to their ankles and they stepped out. Both were wearing boxer briefs that clung to their lower body. Torrie saw a large bulge between each man's legs. They looked inhumanly large.

"Whoa... that's not..." Torrie whispered.

"Huh? What?" Darwin asked, leaning in.

"Did you guys put socks in there?" She asked as she pointed at their crotches.

Anquon and Darwin both laughed.