"So...can I buy you a drink?"
Eve smiled patronizingly at the hopeful question, her glittering brown eyes sweeping across the older man's face slowly. He wasn't ugly. Not handsome certainly, but not ugly, and he had money if his watch and shoes weren't borrowed. But his body left more to be desired with its soft edges, and the desperation was poorly concealed in his voice.
"I'm sorry, but I'm waiting for someone." She said sweetly in between the drops of heavy bass thundering around the place, tucking a strand of wayward hair behind her ear delicately and looking to the door. The man muttered something softly and moved away, but not before taking a long last look at her young, curved body as it struggled to stay contained within the tight red dress she wore. Eve smirked to herself and flipped her hair back, eyeballing him as he disappeared into the crowd. He may not have been very attractive, and it WAS true that she was waiting for her date, but she could never resist the urge to tease someone. Turning back to face the bar, she raised the short glass there to her red lips, allowing the last dregs of a whiskey coke to slide between them. As she set the now empty glass down, a soft, purring voice whispered into her right ear.
"Looks like you could use another drink darling." Eve turned her head; finding clear blue eyes and a pale face framed in platinum blond curls staring back at her. Thick pink lips pursed slightly before curling into a sweet smile and a small, equally pale hand set a full martini glass down before her. Eve returned the smile, turning to face the smaller woman while attempting to hide her surprise.
"Looks like you've got it covered...Alyson." The woman's smile broadened as she extended a hand. Eve took it softly, noting the smooth warmth of Alyson's hand and the perfect French tips on her nails. They stayed that way for a few moments, each taking the opportunity to openly evaluate the other. Alyson was several inches shorter than Eve, despite being a decade older, but her short stature suited her well. Her bust, small to average, appeared larger because of it, as did what was quite clearly an extraordinarily tight derriere. Impossibly long legs extended, smooth and pale, from the hem of a black skirt to beautiful strapped black heels, and a simple white blouse finished the elegant look perfectly. Eve could feel Alyson's eyes running over her, taking in the small, tight red dress; lingering on the soft golden skin of her dancer's thighs and the bulging cleavage of her large bust. Alyson's hand slipped from hers and reached up to stroke her hair, moving slowly from just behind her ear all the way down to the ends resting against the small of her back.
"I love what you've done with your hair, darling. So very...alternative." Alyson smiled more seductively as the word alternative slid out of her lips, her fingers tugging experimentally at the new thin red and blond streaks in Eve's dark brown hair. Eve returned the smile and the favor, twirling a long finger into one of the shoulder-length blond curls running alongside Alyson's cheek. Leaning in close to the older woman, Eve whispered into her ear with a heavy, sultry voice.
"I see that we're both satisfied with the view. So how about your...friend?" Alyson smiled again, clutching her drink in one hand and grabbing Eve's in the other. Eve barely managed to remember her own drink as she was steered firmly through the crowded club, finally coming to stop at a table in a dark corner of the farthest room. Sitting at the table was a very large, muscular man with darkly handsome features.
"Eve, allow me to introduce my husband, Darius." The man took Eve's offered hand and softly pressed it to his lips as he stood. Towering over her despite the ridiculous heels she wore, his mysterious black eyes stared directly into her own. Eve had to admit, if only to herself, that he was far more handsome in person than he had been in the pictures they'd shared online. He had a sort of other-side-of-ugly quality about him that gave her that all too familiar twinge in her loins. His black hair was cropped close and clean, and heavy eyebrows with a short, thick beard completed the look. The muscles of his arms and torso stood out more than clearly through the t-shirt and dress shirt he wore and she could just imagine them rippling under his gorgeous olive skin. Like his wife, he held her hand for much longer than necessary, his eyes also exploring her body without pretense.
"Such an honor to finally meet the famous Eve. You can't imagine how pleased I am, and I imagine my wife is, to see that you are even more beautiful in person." His voice was deep and melodic, with just a hint of the accent that betrayed his birth in Spain. Eve smiled warmly at him and subconsciously flipped her hair again as Alyson placed a soft hand on the small of her back.
"Only as pleased as I am to find the same of the two of you, I assure you." Alyson's hand slid lower as Eve spoke, coming to a rest at the top of her ass. Eve turned to look at her and found mischievous blue eyes looking back at her. Glancing back to Darius, who she found was watching with earnest, Eve reached up and grabbed Alyson by the chin softly. Looking hard into those blue eyes, she locked lips with the older woman, kissing lightly at first and then much harder as Alyson's hand dropped and began to squeeze. They held themselves that way, mouths working as lips and tongues pressed and danced against each other. Before long the small hand squeezing Eve's ass was joined by another which, rather than start squeezing, slipped long fingers under the hem of her dress and crept slowly upwards. Alyson broke the kiss and leaned upwards to lick Eve's earlobe as the hand continued upwards, dragging the bottom of her dress with it to expose the bottom half of her ass.
"I'm SO glad to see that you weren't lying about liking to play in public...but I wonder just how much?" She suddenly drug the dress all the way up to the small of Eve's back, exposing everything from the belly-button down. A finger slipped under the thin waistband of her black g-string and tugged lightly, threatening to truly expose her to the entire club. After a breathless moment of playful pulling and wicked smiling, Alyson released the g-string. She gave Eve's ass another rough squeeze and then a sharp, loud spank that drew nearby eyes before pulling the dress back down.
"That was...exciting, but it would be shame to be kicked out of such a nice place, especially before we have a chance to dance." Eve nodded and sipped her drink as Alyson turned her attention to Darius, planting a heavy kiss on his lips. Eve watched as her hand rubbed casually against his crotch, trying to ignore the incredible heat that was trying desperately to spread from her wetted loins to the rest of her body. She was already losing control, having been anticipating this particular meeting far more than usual, and she simply could not take her eyes off of Alyson's hand as it continued its slow and interestingly long up and down motion. Luckily for her pride in self-control, Darius quickly suggested they move to the dance floor and guided them there with a large hand on each of their backs.
The music was a clamoring mix of bass-heavy house music and hip hop. It wasn't really her type of music at all, but Eve wasn't there for that. The three of them pushed and wound their way towards the center of the packed floor, the girls earning at least a half dozen grinds and fondles each on the way. Once there they began to move freely. Eve had always been an excellent dancer, and was extremely pleased to find that both Alyson and Darius were equally skilled. Before long they were lost in the moment, grinding against each other and those around them indiscriminately. The trio of whiskey cokes Eve had drunk before Alyson's arrival had her warm and pleasantly fuzzy, and she could see that Alyson at least, if not Darius as well, was feeling similarly buzzed. They spent the next half hour or so dancing, often with her in the middle of the other two as their hands ran over her. Alyson would grind against her front, hands on her hips or clutching at her ass under her dress as Darius pressed his now obviously large bulge against her ass and his hands against her bust. Those around them, particularly the men, kept close watch as her and Alyson's lips met often, finally meeting and locking together for minutes at a time.
At some point the DJ stopped the music for some kind of announcement, and the three of them broke apart. Alyson was eying both Darius and Eve with a wild excitement, and Eve could sense the same from Darius. They had agreed on an open, no commitment initial meeting to make sure they were all who they said they were. But, the undertone both ways had been quite clear; if they were who they said they were and they all got along well enough, this night was going to end in a crowded, soaked bed. Noting both the insane depravity being imagined in her own mind and the monstrous ache developing between her legs, she smiled mischievously at Alyson and grabbed her hand, pulling her close.
