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We move deeper into the suite and find ourselves at the pool table. Laura introduces us to the DJ, and we strike up a conversation with him and his girlfriend, while Laura wanders off to work the room. There are a few couples from the concert who have showed up, and the women are all naked. I did not realize it was going to be that kind of a party. I realize I’m breathing a bit too hard. I look over, and he’s looking back at me.
Okay, so I’ve never actually been to a party like this before. I try to pretend I’m experienced and all, but actually I have no idea what I’m doing. David figures that out pretty quickly. I just try and find Laura. I’m small and awkward. I don’t even know if anyone notices me. I feel a little invisible. David tells me not to worry. To have fun and he’ll watch out for me and keep me safe. He doesn’t undress at all. But I’m down to my panties before I know it.I never did like clothes.
As the night moves on, I move with it. Laura and I are flirting with two other girls and then one of them pulls me over to dance. She’s more voluptuous than I, probably of Mediterranean descent. Dark hair, black eyes, olive skin and very proportional breasts and curves. She and I spin around the stripper pole in the room with the bar. Laura keeps bringing me drinks from the bar, whenever I’m low. One girl is gazing at me in appreciation. And the one is still with me, dancing her heart out.
I don’t know how much time has passed. Maybe time doesn’t really matter. I notice the bed is free so all four of us make our way there. Out of the corner of my eye, I see David standing nearby, allowing us girls to play freely and keeping the other guys at bay. I’m a bit distracted. All we’re doing is kissing and playing with each other’s hair and massaging each other’s shoulders. Girls are so soft and pretty and sweet. I’m fully in the clouds. I feel warm, soft, and safe.
By the end of it, we’re collapsed in a heap of arms, legs, breasts, and curves. I notice David out of the corner of my eye as he’s motioning the guy standing in front of him to move into another area. Finally, I extricate myself and walk back to him. I feel as if I am glowing. I feel a hand in mine, and it’s Laura. She feels like she’s glowing too. She’s positively swooning.
* * *
This is wrong,it has to be wrong, but I suddenly have this vision of myself entertained with his body.
He takes my hand and her hand and guides us to the pool room. It is dimly lit with a mirror on the ceiling and a pool table in the middle. I hop up and spread myself for him on the pool table. Laura comes above me and takes my hands and starts massaging them. For a moment, he just looks at me and moves his hands along my legs. Slowly. Gently. Deliberately. Then he starts to undo his pants zipper— but stops.
“No. Not here. Not yet.”
Laura is looking at him with her mouth wide open. I am in the clouds, so I’m just spread out on the table and looking at myself and Laura in the mirror above.
“You have two women who want you inside them right here and now, and you’re saying no?” I hear Laura ask David.
He looks her up and down and she just blushes. “The night is young,” he says. Except it’s not. It’s almost 5 am. The DJ and his girlfriend are sleeping on the couch next to the shoeless girl. Other couples have already left. It’s just us.
“Come with us,” he asks Laura. She is torn. She wants to. But this is her party. She has to make sure everyone is out of the room by a certain time, and that shoeless girl gets home safe.
“Rain check?” she asks David.
“Rain check,” he agrees. “But first, let’s do a proper send-off!”
He walks around the pool table with me still on it and comes up to Laura. She looks so tiny in comparison to him. He picks her up by her hips and puts her on the pool table next to me. I feel my hair being grabbed and I see David’s hand in her hair as well. David maneuvers us so our lips are pressed into each other with his hands still holding our respective heads. I feel her caressing my skin and I feel my hands on her. I don’t really remember much else, as I slipped into a haze state. Nothing else matters except her lips and her hands and her skin. And his hand holding my head in place, guiding me through the haze.
* * *
I remember comingto my senses in the elevator. I’m dressed. He’s holding me. Right now, I’m feeling like I need to get to someplace I understand. The car drives us back home, with David’s hand resting on my thigh, and not moving. Like I am a piece of furniture he owns.
We walk up to our crash pad. I cannot get this stupid key to work. Finally, it turns and opens. I am famished after this night. We grab the leftovers from the fridge and heat them up. So now we’re inside, eating. Or at least I am. He hasn’t even opened his container. I don’t care. I keep eating the curry. It’s bland and also kind of cold. He’s sitting too close to me. Okay, I probably should have actually checked reviews on this place first. This green curry chicken is terrible. But something in his voice threw me off, and I just wanted to get food and back home.
I keep eating, without tasting.
Why is he sitting this close to me? And that glint in his eyes, like he knows damn well what he’s doing to me. Does he know about that night I whispered his name while I played with myself? My cheeks redden just thinking about it, and I’m sure he sees it. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Say something.
“This place is nice, isn’t it?”Okay, dumb, but that was words. Good job.
“I love the view,” he says. Was that innuendo? Is he looking at me? I can’t tell, because I’m refusing to make eye contact and staring at the curry. I take another bite and pretend it tastes good. This could be some expensive delicacy and it wouldn’t matter. I’m completely in my head.
I glance at him and he gives me a funny look.
“Come here,” he says, “But only if you want to.” Come where? I’m six inches away from him.
“Come here,” he says again, his voice softer than before. “I am here,” I respond, more irritated than I meant. “No, come here.” He pulls me over, eliminating the last inch of protection I had.
“Are you okay with this,” he says in a soft voice, but one that has the strength of steel in it. His hand brushes over my shoulder, down to my waist, clenching his fingers round.
I try to get the words out, “Yes. Yes, I am.” This time, I take his hand and try to pull him inside my room.
“I won’t come in, unless you invite me.”
“What are you, a vampire?” I retorted.
