The music was throbbing and I was becoming absorbed in it, lost even, as I held onto Emanuel. We danced close, real close. His hands pressed for too uncomfortably against my lower back. They were steadily getting lower. I'd glance from time to time back at Ally and Faith. They remained by the bar, watching, talking to each other and to others that were near them. The whole time, Ally seemed as if nothing untoward was happening between Emanuel and me.
"She's a little possessive of you." He smiled. His skin was the color of dark chocolate. His eyes were just as dark, but also soulful and exotic. When I'd first met him, he'd arrived to work with Faith in her studio. It had been six months since we did that photoshoot, and she'd yet to fully commit to us. She did however move in with us, and shared our bed. She used her apartment strictly for her project, which again was her nudes. The gallery she worked with in New York loved them, and so did the buyer. The ones she'd did of us that night and the other shoots that followed...well they stayed with her for the most part. A few went to the gallery, the ones that bore no trace of our faces. Just our bodies. As far as Emanuel...well she'd met him on a shoot in Barbados and since then he'd gotten on with a modeling agency in New York. He was currently in Charleston for a little get together that Faith was involved with, something to do with modeling agencies and whatnot. There were some big-name designers here too, here at this local nightclub that they'd rented just for the event. For me, they had all but faded from view. I was focused entirely upon him as we danced. "She loves you very much."
"I love her too." I said, reminding him that I was unavailable.
I could tell he wanted me, from the first moment we met. He'd kept eyeing me that day and not in a courteous way either. Lust had burned in his dark eyes. It still did.
"She's foolish for letting me dance with you."
"Why is that?" I breathed.
I already had butterflies in my stomach as we moved farther into the darkness of the club's dancefloor. Other dancers were making out. Some were taking it to an R rating. Others, an X. One guy had his dance partner's dress hiked up, revealing her bare ass with his hands all over it.
"I'm going to make you mine tonight."
"I'm already taken." I tell him and my head swam from the alcohol I'd consume, at Ally's prodding.
"That was what she said." He replied. His accent became deeper, and huskier as his hands gripped my ass firmly now, feeling me beneath the thin material of my one-piece, a skin-tight black dress that Ally and Faith had picked out. Also at Ally's annoying request, no panties. Since Faith had moved in with us and became our lover, she'd gotten quite adventurous of late. By that, I mean going out on the town and seducing women for one-night flings. She'd even signed us up with a dating sight for swingers. Chance, of course, got a little fun when we hooked up with bi women. Most of the time he just loved to watch and then he'd fuck us both after our one-night paramour left. She'd even talked Faith into it too, when she was back in town. I should say she began traveling more, but that was about to change because she got an advance for another book. That meant she'd been home a lot and I had no doubt that Ally had plans for her too. The wicked little vixen. "Then I fucked her." He told me with a smile as his fingers passed the hem of my dress and found naked flesh. I gasped at the intrusion, even as my heart ripped as his words hit home.
"I don't understand...?"
"I fucked her earlier today when she came by to watch the shoot."
"Faith's studio?"
He nodded as he pulled my dress up with his free hand, exposing my ass.
"Please, don't." I pleaded but it was a useless gesture on my part. I'd been ensnared. I had no desire to break from his grip and I found myself not caring if others saw my tight, white ass being pawed by his dark, black hands. My loins burned at the thought of what it looked like. I sure as hell knew what it felt like, and the bulge in his black jeans. I already had my hands on his bare chest, which was washboard flat. He'd worn his shirt open tonight, showing off his assets to those who'd pay to have him on their social media sites wearing their clothes.
"She said you'd play hard to get." His mouth was mere inches from mine. His long braids were mixing with my hair that I'd left to hang straight tonight. "You know that I'm going to fuck you too, right?"
"I can't believe she'd..."
"Surrender to me?" He mused. "Check your phone."
We paused from the slow dancing as I grabbed my phone out of my small, handbag. I glanced back at Ally. She merely looked away. With trembling hands, I found that I had a message in my inbox. I reluctantly opened it. There before my eyes were pictures, of Ally and Emanual on Faith's bed. She was straddling him, his cock and balls dark against the white sheets and the creamy white skin of my lover. His girth was stretching that beautiful pink pussy that I loved so much. Another portrayed her as she was bent over while he pounded her from behind. Another was of him and Faith. I could see her under his bulk, as he took her missionary style.
"Faith and me go way back. He said as he embraced me from behind. He was about 5'9", just an inch taller than me, but he felt larger, and more powerful. His hands caressed my legs and this time they explored the front of my dress. "After our photoshoots, she'd always love pulling down my trunks and sucking my cock. Our first time together, she'd been like putty in my hands. She gave in so easily and surrendered to my touch, to my need. We'd see each other off and on. She knew I had other girls on the hook but never complained. I like that about girls like her. She don't mind sharing."
I could smell the sweetness of his breath as his fingers found my pussy and my mound of pubic hair. I didn't care if others saw me. There were plenty of pussies visible here in this dark corner of the dancefloor, where the lights weirdly failed to shine.
"Please..."
"You're the only one left, Grace." He breathed and I exhaled as he slipped a finger inside me. "I've had your lovers. Sorry, but I don't do dudes."
"Chance..."
