Author's Note: Thanks for your patience with my account lockout! Back on track, and there is going to be some wild stuff coming up. For those of you who were hoping for some darker turns? That's very, very much in the cards over the next few chapters.
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Bianka's grand slam of a tryout had made my head spin. I wondered how much leg work Crystal had put into this. But I didn't really have time to think about it. Thursday night, Rita and I went out to dinner. We cherished our date night and stayed up too late making love, acting like teenagers whose parents were out of town. We did it in as many rooms as possible. It was a perfect night of playful, romantic, sloppy drunk sex.
Morning came too early, and I drove Rita to work before going home and getting more sleep. I was going to need it. Rita would be home by 2 p.m., and we would meet the Infinity girls at the airport to jet off to Vegas. In the interim, I had another lunch date -- this time an early one with Julie, Crystal's redheaded friend.
I sensed that Julie was more nervous about our one-on-one meeting than Bianka had been. It was clear she was following along with her friends. She gave off strong submissive vibes. So I decided to ease her into things more slowly than I had with Bianka. We met at a wine bar, and Julie impressed me with her look. She had on a bright, breezy dress that hugged her waist and plunged at her cleavage. She was petite and had freckled, porcelain skin. Her gray-green eyes twinkled more than I remembered. She had done her makeup very lightly and left some natural curls in her fiery red hair.
When I walked up to the table where Julie sat -- she had arrived ten minutes early, which I viewed as a good sign -- she gave a sweet smile and hugged me. I asked if she had ordered a drink yet, but she said she would defer to me. I also took that as a good sign. She sat silently and at me with a nervous smile. She was really cute, the picture-perfect girl-next-door.
I ordered a bottle of white wine and struck up the conversation, hoping to put Julie and her visible nerves at ease.
"How was traffic coming into town?" I asked.
"Horrible," she said. "It's always so bad."
The initial exchanges were like pulling teeth, but I was patient. The wine came, and Julie drained her first glass quickly, and I refilled it. As the wine worked its magic, the conversation came more easily. It became clear that Julie was generally a simple and quiet girl. But I sensed there was something lurking beneath the surface. As we polished off the bottle of wine, I decided to probe for it.
"So Bianka and I had lunch yesterday," I said casually.
"I know," Julie said, her eyes suddenly locking on mine.
"Oh yeah?" I said. "I guess we really didn't eat much." I smiled at her mischievously.
"She told me about it," Julie said, and she made a big show of biting her bottom lip. "All about it."
"Do you want some more wine, or would you like to head back to my place?" I asked.
"I'll do whatever you want," she said. "Do you have some, you know, stuff?"
This was too easy.
"Let's head to my place," I said. "I'll see if I have some lying around."
Julie was a little unsteady in her walk, so I told her I would drive. In the car, she nervously smoothed over her dress as she sat in the passenger seat. I put a hand on her thigh, leaned over, and kissed her. She was receptive, if a little tentative.
"I'm going to fuck you today," I said.
"I know," Julie said in a whisper. "I want it."
The drive home proved more eventful than I had anticipated. Julie was warming to me, and she felt comfortable revealing her naughty side, with my prodding of course.
"Did Bianka really tell you everything we did yesterday?" I asked.
"Yes," Julie said. Her tone was that of a supplicant.
"Did it turn you on?" I asked.
"I played with myself all afternoon," she said.
"You did?" I said, surprised. She didn't strike me as the type.
"I really did," she said. "I came too many times to count. I was so wet."
"What made you that wet?" I asked.
Julie kept biting her lower lip, sharing Kat's naughty tell, but as she did so more frequently, there was an increasing sparkle in her eyes.
"You did whatever you wanted to her," she said shyly.
"And you liked that?" I kept pushing.
"I've always fantasized about men doing whatever they want to me," she said. "I watch a lot of porn that's really, really, really rough."
Julie was more of a chameleon than I would have guessed. "But you've never let guys do that to you?" I said.
"I've only ever been with nice guys," she said. "
"I'm a nice guy," I said.
We were at a stoplight and, with a shaking hand, covered mine with hers.
"Nice guys don't fuck married women," she said.
"Bianka must have told you everything," I said.
"I told you she did," Julie said. "I want exactly what she got. I want it all. No matter what I say, do what you want. I'm not going to enjoy this if you don't just ignore what I say and do what you feel like."
When we got to the house, I toyed with Julie a little bit. I told her we might have some cocaine around and that she should check on the other side of the bar, on the lower counter. There was, of course, the usual massive tray covered in lines and a pile of powder.
"Help yourself," I said, grinning, when I saw the gawking look on her face.
Julie nearly bounced around the bar to the tray. She snorted two lines and smiled at me, the twinkle in her eyes now full-blown desire.
"That's so good," she said. "Like the best I've ever had."
I smiled at her warmly.
"I wouldn't have taken you as a coke enthusiast," I said.
"I'm shy," she said. "I like that it makes me social like Crystal and Bianka."
"So, is it something new for you?" I asked.
"Yeah," she said. "Crystal gave it to me the first time, but we've kind of formed this little group, and the three of us were getting together to do it."
