What No One Expected on My First Day as an Intern

The sticky heat of late September still clung to the sidewalks of Valencia when Rubén pushed open the glass door of the consulting firm in the heart of Ruzafa. Twenty-three years old, newly graduated in Economics from the University of Valencia, with brown hair cut with a razor and perpetually tousled, hazel eyes that gave away everything he was thinking, and a slim but wiry body from playing padel on Sundays. He wore a fitted white shirt tucked into gray chinos and a backpack containing the laptop he had bought that very week. It was his first day as an intern at the financial consulting firm, and his nerves had made him sweat more than usual throughout the entire morning orientation.

The office was an open, airy space: white desks, plants hanging from the ceiling, and, at the back, a window with distant views of the City of Arts and Sciences. His supervisor introduced him to the team, more than a dozen people, but two of them caught his attention immediately. Daniel, thirty-four, tall and dark-skinned, with a neatly trimmed three-day beard and defined arms beneath his rolled-up sleeves. He had the easy smile of a man who knew he was the center of any room and a sarcastic sense of humor that eased the tension in meetings. He was the senior analyst, married, though that day he wasn’t wearing his wedding ring.

The other was Vanesa, thirty, with dark-blond hair falling in waves to her shoulders, green eyes that seemed to weigh you up before she spoke, and full lips painted a nude shade. Beneath her blue blouse and pencil skirt, you could make out a curvy body that seemed to move on its own when she walked. She coordinated the projects, was single and shamelessly outgoing, and had a soft Valencian accent that made even the most serious sentence sound playful.

“Welcome, kid,” Daniel said, patting him on the shoulder. “Relax, we don’t bite around here… much. If you need anything, ask Vanesa. She’s the one really in charge.”

Vanesa laughed and winked at Rubén.

“Don’t listen to him. Daniel only knows about numbers and beer. If you want to survive here, stick close to me.”

The day passed in a whirlwind: endless meetings about financial reports, Excel tutorials slipping through his fingers, and hurried coffees from the machine in the kitchen. Rubén tried to take it all in, but by seven in the evening, with the sun already going down and tinting the buildings orange, he was exhausted. Most of the team were packing up to leave, but Daniel and Vanesa came over to his desk just as he was putting his things away.

“Hey, intern,” Daniel said with half a smile. “It’s been a long day. Want to grab a drink? There’s a bar right around the corner, on Cádiz Street. Nothing special, just to unwind.”

Vanesa planted both hands on the desk and leaned toward him, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

“Come on, Rubén, don’t be boring on your first day. We’re colleagues now, aren’t we? I promise you won’t regret it.”

Rubén hesitated for a second. He was straight, just like the two of them—or so he assumed—and the last thing he wanted was to make a weird impression on his first day. But the idea of socializing after spending the day surrounded by strangers pulled too strongly. And Daniel and Vanesa seemed genuine, without hidden agendas. Valencia was a new city for him.

“Okay, why not? Just one quick drink.”

The bar was a small place with a terrace: worn wooden tables, strings of warm lights, and indie music playing in the background. They ordered three gin and tonics and settled into a secluded corner. Conversation flowed effortlessly. Daniel told stories about impossible clients, Vanesa poked fun at the boss by imitating the way he cleared his throat, and Rubén talked about his life at university, parties at Malvarrosa Beach, and one ex or another. The alcohol loosened their tongues. The second gin and tonic arrived, and with it the laughter grew lower, more conspiratorial.

“Tell me the truth, Rubén,” Vanesa said, leaning forward so that her blouse opened just enough to reveal the lace of her bra. “Do you have a girlfriend? A handsome guy like you can’t be wandering around this city alone.”

Rubén blushed, but the gin made him honest.

“No, I ended things a few months ago. It was… complicated. What about you two?”

Daniel shrugged, and his knee brushed Rubén’s beneath the table.

“Married, but my wife travels a lot. Vanesa is a lifelong singleton. She says the guys around here are too predictable.”

Vanesa burst out laughing and laid a hand on Daniel’s forearm.

“And you’re the expert, of course. Come on, tell me something dirty. What’s your wildest fantasy? No lies—the gin makes you loosen up on your own.”

The third gin and tonic arrived, and the air filled with a new tension, equal parts playful and dangerous. Already relaxed, Rubén dared to speak.

“Let’s see… I’ve always been straight, but once at university, a friend and I kissed because of a bet. It was weird, but it didn’t disgust me. What about you?”

Daniel looked at Vanesa with a smile that slowly spread across his face.

“I’m one hundred percent straight, but I admit I’ve fantasized about a threesome once or twice. Nothing serious, just curiosity.”

Vanesa bit her lip, letting her gaze move from one man to the other.

“Same here. Straight, but… what if we tried something different? Just for fun, no pressure. We’re among friends.”

The contact beneath the table stopped being accidental. Vanesa’s hand settled on Rubén’s knee; Daniel’s landed on her thigh. Neither of them moved away. Rubén felt heat rising through his chest, the alcohol clouding his judgment while, at the same time, making his desire clearer than ever. Vanesa’s hand moved up a couple of inches and brushed the already-hard bulge inside his chinos, and he let out a sharp breath.

“Okay… but only if all three of us want it,” he said. “Nothing forced.”

***

They paid and walked the two streets separating the bar from Vanesa’s apartment, a small, cozy penthouse: a gray sofa, lamps casting a dim light, and a bottle of red wine waiting on the kitchen counter. The three of them sat down, Daniel in the middle, and Vanesa poured the wine. The conversation became physical: touches that no longer needed an excuse, looks held a second too long.

“Come here,” Vanesa whispered, and, moving in front of Daniel, kissed Rubén on the lips.

It was gentle at first, a tentative exploration. Her tongue brushed his, tasting of gin and lemon, and Rubén answered by running his hand up her back, feeling the thin fabric of her blouse and the heat of the skin beneath it. Soon the kiss turned filthy, their tongues tangling as she bit his lower lip before sucking it into her mouth. Daniel watched them for a moment before leaning in to kiss Vanesa’s neck, his hand moving down to squeeze one of her breasts through her blouse.

“This is crazy… but I’m enjoying it,” he murmured. “Are you okay, Rubén?”

“Yeah… keep going,” he replied, his voice hoarse and his cock already straining against his jeans.

Vanesa turned and kissed Daniel, deeply and without hurry, while her hand dropped to Rubén’s lap and stroked his bulge through the fabric. She squeezed and released him, gauging his length with her fingers, smiling against Daniel’s mouth as she felt him throbbing.

“Fuck, you’re already so hard,” she whispered to Rubén, turning her face toward him. “I want to see the two of you together.”

And she guided Daniel’s hand toward the young man. Daniel hesitated. But between the alcohol and curiosity, impulse won out. He squeezed Rubén’s cock through the fabric, feeling its shape, then kissed Rubén cautiously: firm lips, his beard scraping, their tongues tangling awkwardly at first and becoming more intense by the second. Rubén felt an unfamiliar bolt of pleasure, buried his fingers in Daniel’s hair, and stopped thinking.

“Fuck… I didn’t think this would turn me on so much,” Daniel admitted, pulling back to unbutton Rubén’s shirt one button at a time and bare his chest. He ran his tongue along his neck, bit his shoulder, and didn’t stop until Rubén was moaning against him.

Vanesa took off her blouse, left in a black lace bra that barely contained her. She unfastened it herself and let it fall to the floor. Two round, pale breasts, their nipples already stiff and pointing. She knelt in front of them on the rug and unfastened both men’s pants, first their belts, then their flies, pulling the fabric down with both hands until their cocks sprang free. They were right in front of her face, one on either side, two hard shafts pointing toward the ceiling. She slowly licked her lips.

“You’re both gorgeous. May I?”

They nodded at the same time. She spat on the tip of Rubén’s cock and wrapped her hand around it, moving slowly up and down, her wrist twisted. Then she lowered her head and took half of it into her mouth, sucking it with tight lips and her tongue dancing over the head. Rubén moaned, bracing his hands against the sofa. Vanesa alternated between them: her hot mouth on Rubén, sucking slowly, her tongue tracing circles around the glans and moving down to his balls, sucking them one by one, while her other hand kept jerking Daniel off. Then she switched: she swallowed Daniel’s cock whole in one go, gagging, and covered his shaft in saliva before sucking him eagerly, looking up at him with shining eyes. Still unable to believe what he was seeing, Rubén touched himself while watching the scene, his pulse racing.

“Come here,” Daniel said, gently gripping the back of his neck. “Put it next to mine.”

Rubén obeyed. He knelt beside Daniel, his cock pressed against the other man’s, and Vanesa grabbed both of them with one hand, squeezing them together and running her tongue over them at once, from base to tip. She sucked one, then the other, pressed them together, and took them both into her mouth at the same time, opening her jaw as wide as she could. Saliva ran down her chin onto her breasts.

“Fuck, Vanesa, you’re such a filthy slut,” Daniel muttered, reaching out and wrapping his hand around Rubén’s cock too, discovering its hardness with a mixture of curiosity and vertigo. He stroked him slowly, squeezing the glans with his thumb.

“This is new for me,” he said. “Do you like it?”

“Yeah… don’t stop,” Rubén gasped, and kissed him again while Vanesa attended to both of them at once, her mouth on one, her hand on the other.

They finished undressing amid laughter and short breaths. Vanesa discarded her skirt and lace panties, already soaked, and lay down on the sofa, spreading her legs with a slowness that was an invitation. Her pussy gleamed with wetness beneath the dim lamplight.

“Come on. Eat me out, both of you.”

Daniel knelt and ran his whole tongue over her pussy, from bottom to top, flattening her clitoris with the tip at the end. He repeated the motion again and again while she dug her fingers into his hair and arched her hips. He slipped two fingers inside her and curled them, sucking her clitoris at the same time, until Vanesa began moaning loudly. Beside him, Rubén caught one of her nipples between his lips and sucked it eagerly, nibbling it, while squeezing her other breast with his free hand. He tentatively slid one hand down Daniel’s back and, when he reached his ass, grabbed it. The other man moaned against Vanesa’s pussy, encouraging him without words.

“You try,” Daniel said, moving aside and giving him his place, his mouth glistening with her juices.

Rubén tasted her for the first time. The flavor surprised him: salty, dense, real. His tongue explored every fold, sucked her lips, moved up to her clitoris, and stayed there, circling rapidly, while two fingers slowly entered her and curled until they found the spot that made her arch. Vanesa held her breath and grabbed both men’s hair at once.

“Oh, fuck, yes… like that, eat my pussy, don’t stop.”

Rubén pushed his tongue deep inside her, fucking her with it, then returned to her clitoris and sucked it all over as if it were candy. While Rubén kept his mouth between her thighs, Daniel positioned himself behind him, kissed his back, bit one cheek, and moved lower. Rubén tensed when he felt Daniel’s tongue between his buttocks, but the heat of that new, wet tongue pressing against his ass completely undid him. Daniel ate him out slowly, opening him with his thumbs and circling the tip of his tongue around him.

“That… feels good,” he admitted, letting himself go, his mouth still attached to Vanesa’s pussy.

Vanesa was the first to come, her entire body shuddering, her legs closing around Rubén’s head as she screamed a very loud Valencian swear word that even she didn’t understand. Rubén’s face ended up drenched. After that, they took turns without any order or plan. Vanesa got onto all fours on the sofa and beckoned Rubén over.

“Fuck me now, I can’t take it anymore.”

Rubén positioned himself behind her, took hold of his cock, and slowly pushed it inside, sinking all the way in with the first thrust. Vanesa’s pussy squeezed him, hot and slippery, and he let out a guttural moan as he felt it swallow him whole. He started fucking her, slowly at first, pulling almost all the way out before driving back in, while Daniel, beside him, kept touching him, one firm hand on his hip setting a deeper rhythm. With his other hand, he grabbed Rubén’s balls and squeezed them just as Rubén buried his cock to the hilt.

“Keep going, give it to her, split her pussy open,” Daniel urged, his voice thick, while Vanesa moaned into the cushions.

Rubén groaned and thrust harder, gripping her hips, hearing the wet slap of flesh against flesh. Vanesa’s breasts swayed with every blow. Daniel knelt in front of her, took hold of her head, and brought his cock to her mouth. Vanesa swallowed it whole without hesitation, sucking him at the same rhythm Rubén fucked her from behind. The scene was pure pornography: she was impaled at both ends, saliva running down her chin, while Rubén and Daniel looked at each other over her body as they used her together.

“Fuck, you’re such a filthy slut like this,” Daniel gasped. “Suck it all.”

***

They changed positions again and again. Daniel laid her on her back, lifted her legs onto his shoulders, and drove his entire cock into her with one thrust, setting a hard, brutal rhythm that made her moan with every stroke, while Rubén knelt in front of her, offering her his mouth. Vanesa sucked him hungrily, her throat open, her hands gripping Rubén’s ass to keep him close. At some point Daniel leaned over Vanesa’s body without stopping fucking her and kissed Rubén over her face. Vanesa pulled the cock from her mouth and watched the kiss from just inches away, smiling.

“You two are such a turn-on, fuck. Keep going like that.”

Then Vanesa wanted Rubén lying down. She climbed on top of him, took hold of his cock, and slowly impaled herself, rolling her hips until she had taken all of him. She began riding him, her breasts swaying, her head thrown back. Daniel positioned himself behind her, and without Rubén pulling out, ran his tongue over her other hole, preparing her. Vanesa gasped and nodded.

“Yes, put it in too. I want both of you at once.”

Daniel spat on his cock, coating it thoroughly, and slowly pushed against her ass until the head slipped inside. Vanesa cried out, biting her fist, while Rubén, beneath her, could feel the other man’s cock sliding parallel to his own through the thin internal wall. They began moving in sync, one rising as the other lowered, fucking her from front and back.

“Slowly… yes, just like that,” she begged between gasps when the three of them finally found an impossible rhythm, Vanesa riding Rubén with her breasts swaying and Daniel pressed against her back, pounding her ass.

She came again, screaming, squeezing both men inside her. Daniel pulled out carefully and left her sprawled across Rubén.

And then came the moment that sealed the night. Daniel sought out Rubén, put him on all fours on the rug, and ran his tongue over his ass until he left him soaked. He inserted one finger, then another, moving them in circles and spreading him open, while Vanesa sat in front of Rubén and offered him her breasts to suck. When he had him ready, Daniel positioned himself behind him, coated his cock with saliva, and pressed the tip against Rubén’s ass. He pushed slowly, one full finger’s breadth, and waited. Then a little farther. Rubén clenched his teeth; the initial sting gave way, when Daniel entered him fully and began slowly pumping, to a wave of pleasure that left him voiceless. The other man’s cock brushed something inside him that made him see stars.

“Fuck… yes, keep going, give me more,” was all he managed to say.

Daniel gripped his hips and sped up, fucking him with longer thrusts, growling against the nape of his neck. Kneeling in front of him, Vanesa jerked Rubén off at the same pace and, every so often, took him into her mouth all the way to the base. Rubén couldn’t hold out much longer: he came in torrents into Vanesa’s mouth, thrusting backward against Daniel’s cock at the same time, moaning loudly. She swallowed as much as she could, and whatever spilled out she smeared between her breasts. Daniel pulled out, stroked himself twice over Rubén’s back, and came too, long hot ropes landing on his skin. Vanesa slipped her fingers between her legs and coated them with what remained inside her, bringing herself to a third orgasm while the other two watched.

They finished almost in a chain, one after another, the sofa a wreck of fallen cushions and broken breathing. The three of them lay there, sweaty, their skin sticky and the smell of sex filling the penthouse, quietly laughing at their own audacity.

“I don’t even know how that happened… but it was good,” Rubén said, staring at the ceiling.

Daniel and Vanesa nodded at the same time, with no need to add anything. Outside, Valencia remained mild and oblivious. Rubén thought that, of all the first days he had imagined, none had come remotely close to that one. And that, in the morning, he would have to look them in the eye at the office as if nothing had happened. The thought alone brought a smile to his face.