Dark hears her chuckling softly before the click of the receiver kills all sound and in a panic she rushes to the bathroom. One hour later, a miracle for any woman, Dark steps into the ornate lobby. Extremely aroused, immaculate in dress and beauty, she strolls at a brisk pace across the stone floor to the restaurant, the click of her heels pounding in her ears like a death-march drum, bringing her to slaughter. She's uneasy and excited and anyone walking past her steals a glance. Stunning. At the hostess she asks directions to the bar and even from behind she recognizes her. Her short blonde hair is curled into loose waves, very Meg Ryan'ish, very coquettish. The slope of her neck is decorated with a black satin choker and Dark takes a deep breath before coming closer. Light's back is completely exposed, the spaghetti straps of her cocktail dress leading to the deepest 'U' shape she's ever actually witnessed on a dress. She aches to touch the skin but instead takes her attention away from Light to look at who she's speaking with. Her jaw drops at the sight of a palest woman she's ever seen with the darkest red hair and the most catlike green eyes. Red, which is what we'll call her, is tossing her head back and laughing, and Light is speaking with zest. Both women seem to be completely unaware, or uncaring, of the appreciative gazes in their direction. As if sensing her, Light turns around and beams delightedly at the sight of Dark.
"There you are! I was wondering if I'd have to come upstairs to kidnap you."
The chemistry was palpable between all women. An observer would not doubt that they all knew each other and had many years of friendship beneath their belt. The conversation was interesting and fun and after drinks, they all rose and glided across the lobby to the entrance. Light, appropriately in the middle, places her hands on the small of Dark's and Red's back, leading them to where the doorman hails a taxi.
"Lover Girl, West 39th Street, between 5th and 6th please." - Light instructs and she sits back, her arms around each other woman, and she quiets, letting them talk amongst themselves, letting her mind fast forward through the evening to what eventually will happen. She's been hungry for this woman for a week and with Red she will have her, undoubtedly.
Red's green eyes can't leave Dark's face. She hangs on every word and in her own mind she's amazed that Light's description of her pales in comparison to the breathtaking beauty across from her. She places her hand on Light's thigh and absently caresses it, silently communicating her delight in her mate's choice of plaything. She flirts, uninhibitedly with the Dark vision of beauty beside the woman she loves and she doesn't hesitate to drink in the flushed skin of her cleavage or the dip between her breasts. The cab ride is short, down 7th avenue and through Times Square. By the time the women arrive at the club each is in her own fantasy, revved up by mutual sexual desire.
No sooner they get there, they slip among the hoard of people and head to the dance floor. The music is loud, so loud that conversation is impossible and the bass makes their heart pound in its rhythm. All three dance together, laughing, shouting in each others ears, eyes roving to see who entices them, who can dance, who's dressed well, who's making out in the dim light of the loud club.
Dark somehow ends up between them and she's tipsy, someone's given her a drink and she's having too much fun to really care. Nine Inch Nails comes on... you let me violate you... she closes her eyes, already turned on by the euphoria of knowing she'll lie with these two gorgeous women. It's a slow, piercingly loud version and she moves her hips in time with the electronic beats... "you let me desecrate you"... looking forward to later, when she gets to taste both. Nervous, she's never been there before, thrilled, her body is tingling from head to toe with just the thought, hungry, she's been craving Light since she met her. Suddenly, Light and Red pin Dark between them and she keeps her eyes closed, she knows it's her, she smells her perfume. She's in front of her with her thigh between Dark's legs, dancing against her. From behind Dark feels Red's hand on the back of her thigh, the other moving her hair away from her neck.
"I'm gonna make you cum so much you won't be able to move for a day... you know that, don't you?" - Light practically screams against Dark's ear and Dark nods, caught blind and mute for a moment. Dark feels Red's teeth against her neck and when she gasps at the pressure of Red's sucking, Light invades her mouth forcefully, starving for a taste. Bystanders begin to watch the three women grind against each other, the middle one possessed by the dominant blonde and red head who have her pinned between them. A bolder woman, a slight, angelic looking platinum blonde with dark blue eyes, approaches the threesome and begins dancing with them... "help me, it's your sex I can smell"... Dark gets lost in the sea of bodies surrounding her and she can no longer place who is touching her. She knows it's Light who devours her kiss wantonly only because the kiss hasn't been broken. Someone's wet mouth is on her shoulder, someone else's mouth is on her neck, sucking gently. Someone has her hand in her hair, scratching her scalp as they would if she were licking them, a fistful of dark locks. Hands on her hips, her waist, fingers grazing her nipples, the underside of her breasts. Her eyes closed all the while, Light bringing her through soft, slow kisses and fiery, remanding ones. She vocalizes her pleasure when she feels someone's hand invade her panties and Light moans back into the kiss, deriving her delight from Dark's. Dark cums instantly against the probing fingers and she can't dance any longer. She is acutely aware that there is more than one hand against her soaked pussy and she's dropped her drink, is clinging to Light as she's being kissed. The taste of her own juices is added to the slight alcohol taste of Light's kisses and now she can't breathe. The orgasm just serves to build more need. She's unsure when the circle breaks up, maybe it's when the song ends, but Red and Light continue to cradle her closely, kissing her, whispering and touching. She's lead out of the club sometime later, intoxicated not by alcohol but by the high of being the center of desire in a room full of women. The high of being taken out of her comfort shell and the pleasure it gave her.
In the cab ride, much to the delight of the driver, all three women touch each other languidly, they kiss each other one by one, the red head with the blonde, the brunette with her fingers in their mouths, part of the intimacy. Dark with Red, both watching Light get more turned on by the second. Keeping their clothes on they pet each other and each one of the women knows exactly, with one fleeting touch, how wet the other is.
When they cross the lobby a second time, Light is again in the middle, holding both women close by their waists. They get second glances from the front desk and the doorman as well as the man working the elevator. Each and every one of them savor the sight and wish, for longer than proper, they were invited to that particular room... if just to watch.
