What None of Them 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 consulting firm’s glass door in the heart of Ruzafa. Twenty-three years old, freshly graduated in Economics from the Universitat de València, with chestnut hair cut with a razor and always tousled, hazel eyes that betrayed every thought he had, and a lean but wiry body from playing padel every Sunday. He wore a tight white shirt tucked into gray chinos and a backpack with the laptop he had just bought that same week. It was his first day as an intern at the financial consulting firm, and nerves had made him sweat more than enough throughout the morning orientation.

The office was an open, bright space: white desks, plants hanging from the ceiling, and, in the back, a window with distant views of the City of Arts. His supervisor introduced him to the team, well over 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 marked arms beneath his rolled-up sleeves. He had the easy smile of someone 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 years old, dark-blonde hair in shoulder-length waves, green eyes that seemed to size you up before speaking, 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 projects, was single and unabashedly extroverted, and carried a soft Valencian accent that made even the most serious sentence sound playful.

—Welcome, kid —Daniel said, giving him a pat on the shoulder—. Relax, we don’t bite here… much. If you need anything, ask Vanesa, she’s the one who really runs the place.

Vanesa laughed and winked at Rubén.

—Don’t listen to him. Daniel only understands numbers and beer. If you want to survive here, stay close to me.

The day passed like a whirlwind: endless meetings about financial reports, Excel tutorials that slipped through his fingers, and hurried coffees from the kitchen machine. Rubén tried to take it all in, but by seven in the evening, with the sun already setting and coloring the buildings orange, he was exhausted. Most of the team was 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 a half smile—, it’s been a long day. Want to grab a drink? There’s a bar right nearby, on Cádiz Street. Nothing fancy, just to unwind.

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

—Come on, Rubén, don’t be boring on your first day. We’re coworkers 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 outing. But the idea of socializing after a whole day surrounded only by strangers appealed to him too much. And Daniel and Vanesa seemed like real people, no pretenses. Valencia was a new city for him.

—Okay, why not? Just one quick one.

The bar was a small place with a terrace: worn wooden tables, strands 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 mocked the boss by imitating the way he cleared his throat, and Rubén talked about his life at university, the parties in Malvarrosa, and an ex. 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 her blouse opened just enough to reveal the lace of her bra—. Do you have a girlfriend? A good-looking guy like you can’t be roaming this city alone.

Rubén blushed, but the gin made him honest.

—No, I broke up a few months ago. It was… complicated. And you two?

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

—Married, but my wife travels a lot. Vanesa is the eternal single one. She says the guys here are too predictable.

Vanesa burst out laughing and rested her hand on Daniel’s forearm.

—And you’re the expert, of course. Come on, tell me something spicy. What’s the wildest fantasy you’ve got? No lies, gin makes you spill everything.

The third gin and tonic arrived and the air took on a new tension, playful and dangerous in equal measure. Rubén, already relaxed, dared to speak.

—Well… I’ve always been straight, but once at uni a friend and I kissed over a bet. It was weird, but it didn’t disgust me. And you?

Daniel looked at Vanesa with a smile that formed slowly on his face.

—I’m a hundred percent straight, but I admit I’ve fantasized about a threesome now and then. Nothing serious, just curiosity.

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

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

The contact under the table stopped being accidental. Vanesa’s hand settled on Rubén’s knee; Daniel’s on her thigh. Neither of them moved it away. Rubén felt heat climbing through his chest, alcohol clouding his judgment and, at the same time, making desire clearer than ever.

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

***

They paid and walked the two blocks separating the bar from Vanesa’s apartment, a small, cozy penthouse: a gray sofa, dim lamps, 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 glasses. Conversation turned into bodies: touches of hands no longer needing an excuse, glances held one second too long.

—Come here —Vanesa whispered, and, passing in front of Daniel, kissed Rubén on the lips.

It was soft at first, a test. Her tongue brushed against his with the taste of gin and lemon, and Rubén responded by sliding his hand up her back, feeling the thin fabric of her blouse and the warmth of skin beneath it. Daniel watched them for a moment before leaning in to kiss Vanesa’s neck.

—This is insane… but I’m liking it —he murmured—. Are you okay, Rubén?

—Yes… keep going —he answered, his voice rough and his crotch already tight against his jeans.

Vanesa turned and kissed Daniel, this time deeply, unhurried, while her hand slid down to Rubén’s lap and stroked the bulge over the fabric.

—I want to see you two —she said softly, and guided Daniel’s hand toward the boy.

Daniel hesitated. But between the alcohol and curiosity, impulse won out. He kissed Rubén cautiously: firm lips, beard scraping, tongues tangling at first awkwardly and then with growing intensity. Rubén felt a sharp, unfamiliar rush of pleasure, buried his fingers in his hair, and stopped thinking.

—Fuck… I didn’t think I’d get turned on like this —Daniel admitted, pulling away to unbutton his shirt and leave his chest bare.

Vanesa took off her blouse and was left in a black lace bra that barely contained her. She knelt in front of them and began opening both of their pants. She stroked them slowly, one hand on each, looking up at them from below with a smile.

—You’re both gorgeous. May I?

They both nodded. She alternated between them: her warm mouth on Rubén with slow sucking, her tongue tracing circles, while the other hand kept Daniel busy. Then she switched, taking Daniel in her mouth while Rubén, still in disbelief, watched the scene with his pulse racing. Daniel, carried away by the moment, reached out and took Rubén in hand, uncovering his hardness with a mix of curiosity and vertigo.

—This is new for me —he said—. Do you like it?

—Yes… don’t stop —Rubén gasped, and kissed him again while Vanesa took care of both of them at once, mouth on one, hand on the other.

They finished undressing each other amid laughter and short breaths. Vanesa shed her skirt and underwear and lay back on the sofa, opening her legs slowly, in invitation.

—Come on. Touch me.

Daniel knelt and worked her with his tongue, slowly, while she dug her fingers into his hair. Rubén, beside him, kissed her breasts, taking one nipple between his lips, and trailed a hesitant hand down Daniel’s back. The other man groaned against her, urging him on wordlessly.

—Your turn —Daniel said, pulling back and giving him the place.

Rubén tasted her for the first time. The flavor surprised him, his tongue exploring every fold, his fingers entering carefully and curving until they found the spot that made her arch. Vanesa held her breath and grabbed both of them by the hair at once.

—You’re amazing… both of you.

While Rubén kept his mouth between her legs, Daniel moved behind him, kissed his back, and went lower. Rubén tensed when he felt him, but the heat of that new tongue completely disarmed him.

—That… feels good —he admitted, letting himself go.

Vanesa was the first to come, her whole body shuddering, Rubén’s face wet against her. After that, they took turns with no order and no plan. Rubén penetrated her slowly, sinking all the way in, while Daniel, at his side, didn’t stop touching him, one firm hand on his hip setting a deeper rhythm.

—Keep going, give it to her good —Daniel urged him, his voice thick.

Rubén moaned and thrust harder, feeling both of their hands on him, lost in a sensation he couldn’t even have imagined that morning.

***

They changed positions again and again. Daniel took her from behind, setting a rough rhythm, while Rubén knelt in front of her offering her his mouth. At one point Daniel leaned over Vanesa’s body and kissed Rubén again, and neither of them pulled away.

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

And then came the moment that sealed the night. Daniel went for Rubén, prepared him carefully, and entered him for the first time, slowly, while Vanesa watched them biting her lip and caressing both of them. Rubén clenched his teeth; the initial sting gave way to a wave of pleasure that left him speechless.

—Fuck… yes, keep going —was all he managed to say.

They finished almost in a chain, one after the other, the sofa a mess of fallen cushions and broken breaths. The three of them lay there, sweaty, quietly laughing at their own audacity.

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

Daniel and Vanesa nodded at the same time, no need to add anything. Outside, Valencia remained warm and indifferent. Rubén thought that, of all the first days he had imagined, none came even close to this one. And that, in the morning, he’d have to look them both in the eye back at the office as if nothing had happened. The mere idea made him smile.