THREESOME WITH STRANGERS 2.
"s**t, the movers," Ella thought, "They must have come early!" Carefully, she smoothed her skirt down over herself and brushed at her bedhead hair with her hand before stomping to the door.
"God damn, they were supposed to be here in an hour... ughhhh!" Ella gripped the knob and threw open the door, but her glare melted. Three men stood in the doorway, looking down at
her.
"Are you Ella Martins?" The man in front asked.
"Yeah... That's me."
"Looks like you have some furniture to
move in," The man looked down at his clipboard, "Single-piece couch, table, some dining room chairs, queen-sized bed plus headboard, and assorted cardboard boxes - Is that right Miss Martins?"
"Umm, yes, that's right."
"Alright then," He looked back and motioned to his two par
