Jess's short, dark red hair bobbed in the mirror, framed by the steam from the shower, as Erik slid into her from behind. She gripped the sides of vanity, wincing with delight as she felt her boyfriend pushing inside her.
"So you ARE turned on by the idea?" she whispered, gasping a little as he thrusted, knocking over one of the makeup bottles that'd been occupying her before Erik had walked in, naked, hard, running his hands under her bathrobe, as she was getting ready for the evening.
"Yeah" Erik panted as he drove into his girlfriend. "A lot," he grunted, kicking the bathrobe – which had fallen to the floor – toward the shower.
Jess winced from his thrust. "Can I tell you..." she started, pausing and wincing has he trust deep "...a secret?"
Erik leaned over Jess' long, lean back, kissing her on the neck, and twining some of her hair around his hand. "What?"
"When you first suggested it, I got a little wet" she whispered, feeling the butterflies of an orgasm starting deep inside already.
"Oh yeah?" Erik replied, slowing his thrusting and pulling a lock of her hair, forcing her head back. "You did?"
Jess startled a little at the change, and felt her nipples harden even more. "God yeah", she gasped.
"You like the idea of being a fuck toy?" Erik said through teeth gritted against the thrills of arousal that were sweeping his body.
"Oh, fuck yeah," Jess panted, running a finger over her right nipple, which was as hard as she'd ever felt it, "yes, I do." She caught Erik's eye in the mirror. "Your fuck toy."
Erik, seized by an animalistic urge to – words failed him - have Jess, lunged into her. Surprised at Erik's feral reaction, she caught her breath. She looked into the steamy mirror into Erik's face, behind her. She reached back, grabbed his hand, and put his fingers on her nipple.
"My fuck toy!" Erik panted, taking Jess' hint, squeezing her nipple, hard.
"I can't wait!" Jess gasped, letting go, feeling herself sliding over the edge. "I can't fucking wait..."
The rest was lost in the swirling, steamy whirl of sensation and noise.
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Erik lay on the bed. He'd put on his suit, and had a drink from the bottle of bourbon sitting on the nightstand between the hotel room's two queen beds, and was sitting back, waiting for Jess to get her dress on.
"Sorry about the distraction" Erik quipped, a giggle in his voice, not sounding sorry at all.
"Yeah, I can tell you are" Jess said from the bathroom. She opened the door and walked into the room.
Erik did a double-take that was only a little theatrical; she was wearing a black cocktail dress that came down to just about her knee. Cut tightly, with a low neckline that flattered her trim figure and B-cup breasts, a slinky gold necklace down to just above her cleavage, the dark fabric made her copper-red hair and pale skin pop, a burst of sensual peach and sultry red in field of black intrigue. She wore red, strappy pumps - "fuck-me" shoes – that added an extra three inches to her 5'7.
Erik smiled, rolling half-over and propping his head up on his elbow. "God. That's hot."
Jess did a runway spin, puffing out the edges of the skirt, and looked at Erik. "You like?"
"Yeah", Erik replied.
"Do you think..." Jess said, sitting down on the bed and laying down, stretching out facing Erik, "...I'll find any takers?"
"The only way you won't is if every guy in the room is gay." He kissed her, stifling Jess's giggle. "God, I could fuck you again" he murmured, running a hand up the back of her thigh.
"You could, huh?" Jess answered, running a finger over Erik's chest, through his dress shirt. "You might need to save some energy".
"Oh, I'm going to save energy" Erik smiled, running his hand one last time up the back of Jess skirt, over her ass. "Definitely."
Jess smiled. "You sure you're OK with this?"
"It was my idea" Erik replied, his hand on Jess's waist. "Are YOU OK with it?"
Jess closed her eyes, felt Erik's hand – and the tinge of excitement building. "Knowing you're turned on by it? God yeah."
Erik felt a twinge of desire that made him exhale – half a chuckle, half an affirmation, all of it sounding awkwardly teenager-y to Jess, who laughed, and leaned over to kiss Erik. "I'm turned on. I could fuck you again too."
They kissed, arms wrapped around each other on the queen bed.
"But let's save some energy?" Erik whispered, breaking off the kiss.
"Absolutely" Jess answered, as a quick shudder - part anxiety, part anticipation - pulsed within her. "You ready to go?"
Erik took a deep breath. "Yeah!".
They got up, grabbed their key cards, and walked out the door.
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Jess and Erik held hands as they walked out of the hotel, out onto the busy city street. They walked the half-block toward a crowd milling about on the sidewalk – young women in dresses that advertised availability, young men in clothes that said "I'm looking." The club was named "Cocktail", and it was the reason they'd chosen the hotel after a giddy, drunken evening of Googling after Erik had first broached the idea that Erik and Jess had both taken to calling "The Idea."
They walked to the door.
"Can I see an ID?" the bouncer asked Jess, who smiled and happily handed the card over; she'd been legal for eight years, now, but still relished being carded.
"Need mine?" Erik asked the bouncer, who rolled his eyes in the manner of a man who was mentally strapping himself in for an evening of dealing with drunken college douchebags.
And they walked inside.
The air pulsed with dance music and whirling lights; the air smelled of cologne and overly-fruity drinks and carefully-concealed sweat and lots of post-adolescent desire.
It was exactly what they thought it'd be when they'd found it on Google.
"Oh my god" said Jess, barely over the throbbing dance beat, "remember going to places like this?"
"We met at a place like this!" Erik reminded her, putting a hand on her lower back, silencing a pang of nerves.
"Any prospects?" Jess asked, scanning the crowd.
"Over there?" Erik said, motioning toward a swarthy 20-something guy with a leather sport jacket and a goatee.
"Too much attitude" Jess demurred. Her eyes wandered to a taller, blond man, in his late twenties, standing with a small cluster of men by the bar.
"How about him?" Jess asked, pointing tactfully.
"The kinda goofy blond guy?"
"Yeah. Kinda dorky cute, but a nice body." Jess looked at Erik and smiled. "Can we take him back with us?"
Erik laughed – hard. He had a hard time stopping – which made Jess laugh, too.
Erik caught his breath. "You want?"
"I'll try."
Erik kissed his girlfriend. "Go for it."
She wrapped her arms around Erik, and they kissed a tight, passionate kiss that started casual, but swelled with the intensifying realization that "the Idea" was really about to happen.
"Go for it" Erik said. Jess kissed him one more time.
"See you soon!"
Erik walked around the bar, found a stool across the bar that faced the small group, and watched Jess sidle up to the bar, next to her target – a tallish man with short, blond hair, a ready, goofy smile, dimply cheeks, and what Erik noticed appeared to be a nice upper body. "Jess knows how to pick them," he thought.
Erik watched Jess brush the man, who turned to see what he'd felt. Jess smiled, and excused herself. They started talking. She smiled at him. He smiled back – and around the room. He got a bartender's attention and bought two drinks; Jess took hers. And Erik watched the conversation.
The tall man talked; both of them laughed several times; Erik could practically hear Jess doing her "flirty" conversation; it hadn't been that long. Her creamy white skin and mop of short red hair shone against the dark club background – or so it seemed to Erik, who watched, knowing what a catch she was. His catch.
The conversation grew animated – and then suddenly still; the man's ready smile froze, and his mouth went mildly agape as Jess talked; Erik laughed. "He can't believe his luck" he said, smiling.
The blond man nodded – very enthusiastically. Jess turned, smiled at Erik, and gave a subtle "thumbs up." The signal.
Erik responded with a thumbs up; Jess smiled.
Erik got up about the time the bartender got around to take his order. Erik walked out in a hurry.
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Erik walked briskly back to the hotel, took the elevator up to the 10th floor, and opened the room.
He quickly took off his suit coat, hung it in the closet.
He moved a chair over by the window, next to the table. He adjusted the lighting in the room; the lights by the bed were on; the lights by his chair were off, and the corner was dim. He poured himself three fingers of bourbon, topped the glass up with ginger ale, and took a deep breath.
"Here goes," he thought.
Five minutes later, he heard a key card in the door. The door opened, and Jess – the tall blond man's arm wrapped around her – walked in.
"Erik? Meet Jon." She smiled at Erik, and caught her breath in a way that Erik knew meant she was fighting arousal.
"Um...hi" Jon said. He sounded unsure of himself.
"Hey" Erik replied, waving and taking a drink.
"So," Jess started, standing between Jon and the door, "Jon was interested in coming up here and having some fun. Right, Jon?"
"Yeah" John said, turning to face her.
