He had never seen that particular dress before. When had she found time to shop in between her weekly sprees with Ed? But there she was on the dance floor, wearing a low-cut burgundy number trimmed in tiny encrusted jewels that bounced miniature lightning rods off her body as she moved under the disco ball. The back revealed more of her than it covered. It draped in a soft V so deep that her shoulder blades and the small of her back were on display. Sparkles dusted her shapely ass, as if to accentuate that distinctly alluring package. Because she'd chosen to wear her hair up, the expanse of her smooth back became even more breathtaking.
He was early for once. Never mind that tonight had been the only topic in his head all day and that he left his office an hour before he needed to in order to catch a glimpse of his vixen working her charms. He had trouble calculating how long she'd been here—the night was still very young, with people just arriving from work. Most were at the bar, ordering up some courage so they could hit the dance floor with the kind of confidence that came naturally to Nikki.
But then, not everybody looked like Nikki.
Despite this god-given gift, however, she was already halfway finished with a martini glass of something or other. He was too far away to figure out what she was drinking, but it was clearly not the mineral water with lime that she usually drank when she danced before dinner. Her animated smile and theatrical movements started to make more sense now. Nikki was a little tipsy.
She led a tall, bald, solidly built black man about her age to the dance floor. He laughed as he followed but never took his eyes off her tight, round butt, which was barely covered by the dress. She wore no stockings, which got Ed to wondering about whether she'd bothered with panties. Strappy high heels completed her outfit, adding that vampy sway to her walk that no man could resist.
The moment Nikki and the black man began to dance, the crowd cleared a radius of several feet around them. Ed was accustomed to seeing Nikki overwhelm her dance partners, leaving them blinking and aroused as she shimmied her way around them like a cat looking for a meal. Tonight, however, she seemed to have met her match. The black man didn't wilt in the slightest when Nikki shook her tits at him. Nor did he laugh nervously when her hand followed a path on her body that she wanted his to follow. He watched as if she were a harem girl who, through his own noblesse oblige, had been honored with the opportunity to perform for him that evening.
When Nikki slid her backside up and down along his thigh, he placed a strong, dignified hand on her hip and seemed to guide her movements. Another woman might have been frightened by such a display of boldness but Nikki just lingered longer in her poses, pushing and rubbing against the man as a reward for his self-assurance.
The couple returned to the lounges when the song ended. Even from across the room, Ed couldn't miss the glow of arousal that spread from her cleavage to her forehead. Her dewy skin took on a subtle rosy quality that he recognized well, and although she now curled up against the black man on the kiwi-colored suede lounge, she didn't laugh nearly as much as she normally might.
She had passed from flirtation to seduction mode.
Just as the composed black man nuzzled her neck and ran his hand along the inside of her thigh, Nikki's friend Rebecca walked over to her and whispered something in her ear. Nikki instantly found Ed in the crowd and shot him a dazzling smile, which he returned in a less dazzling fashion. Rebecca must have told her he was watching, yet she didn't get up to greet him or wave him over to join her.
Instead, she turned to her black friend and said something to suggest that they should return to the dance floor. Ed and every other dance club patron stared at the couple as they performed a fluid series of gropes that most venues would have charged admission to present. The expressions on the faces of Nikki's friends conveyed their confusion—they'd never seen Nikki take her flirting this far. She had never ignored Ed like this before.
Ed's heart raced so quickly and pounded so loudly that all his senses were compromised. He didn't trust what he saw, couldn't hear over the blaring music. No drink could relieve the dryness in his mouth. He'd always trusted Nikki, knew that her behavior was always motivated by how much she valued their relationship. But now... What was going on? Was she play-acting or did this black guy really excite her so much that she was putting Ed on hold to pursue something with him? Her focus on the man was a single-minded one. She didn't seem aware of anybody or anything else as her hands and those of her dance partner roamed her gyrating body.
Nikki's friends, now that they knew Ed was watching, shot surreptitious glances among themselves and at him. They were trying to gauge his reaction. Little did they know he was trying to do the same thing.
Nikki inserted her ass into the black man's crotch and wiggled seductively. The man ran his palms along her rib cage and onto her breasts, where he held them in his large hands just a little too long. The dance club held its collective breath until he released them.
Ed had never seen one couple determine the erotic threshold for an entire dance club, but Nikki and her black man were doing just that.
The worst of it was that Ed's swollen cock hung like concrete from his sac. The weight of it convinced him that he would be unable to move, even if his outrage compelled him to move toward Nikki and the black man. That knowledge defeated him further, and as he felt the bile churn in his gut, he stared helplessly at his fiancée, her curious friends, and her lucky dance partner.
The music continued uninterrupted for about ten minutes. Few people could summon the bravery to share the dance floor with Nikki and the black man, which meant that every provocative movement between them became the focus for nearly everyone in the club.
At the end of the dance, the man led Nikki back to the lounges—another first. Normally, it was Nikki who led her conquests around by the nose. Her body, particularly sanguine now, sank into the plush furniture as if it were her own. Meanwhile, the black man ordered a round of drinks for Nikki and her friends, who all turned to make sure that Ed understood what was happening. Ed had a reputation for never letting anyone buy rounds of drinks if he was present to do the deed himself. Allowing another man to buy a drink for his fiancée was also verboten. Yet, he did not intercede to stop it now and nobody could understand why.
And Nikki had never accepted a drink from a man since her engagement to Ed. She'd always adhered to that rule, being very conscious of the message she'd be sending an admirer if she accepted a drink from him. It had been her way of showing Ed that only he held any claim to her.
Just before the drinks arrived, Nikki slinked onto the black man's lap, which very clearly contained an erection nobody could dismiss. His chin grazed the slope of her breast while his free hand slowly worked its way between her warm thighs. The scene was now more than Ed could bear. His legs took steps that his brain hadn't commanded and at the site of his approach, Rebecca turned quickly back to Nikki to alert her.
When Nikki turned to see Ed coming toward her, the look on her face betrayed her. For a few precious seconds, the confident, brazen sex kitten vanished to make room for the guilty, errant child. The anger on Ed's face forced her to see her behavior through his eyes, and he could tell that she suddenly feared she'd pushed her flirtation too far. But just as quickly, her polished demeanor returned and she smiled brightly at her fiancé as she got to her feet. The black man said nothing but did not miss the single-minded gleam in Ed's eyes.
Ed took Nikki in his arms, kissed her passionately, and felt her body melt into his as all unblinking eyes in the place watched. She kissed him just as freely and when they broke apart, she whispered in his ear:
"If you're as horny as I am, please take me home now!"
He was. And he did.
In the cab ride home, however, as they sat with their memories and desires, neither of them spoke. Nikki didn't try to embarrass him by stroking his hard-on and Ed didn't tease Nikki about ... anything.
His silence discomfited Nikki, whose perfectly manicured fingernails tapped incessantly on the door's ashtray. Ed wanted to break the silence and ease the awkwardness, but he truly didn't know what to say. He hadn't worked out his own emotions and probably wouldn't for some time. Thanks for embarrassing me didn't seem quite right. Neither did You looked so hot when you let that guy feel you up.
He felt her looking at him but he couldn't bring himself to meet her gaze. Her restlessness filled the taxi until finally, a few doors from his penthouse, she spoke.
"Are you mad at me?"
She didn't sound contrite or upset, but he sensed she really wanted to know what he was thinking.
"No, I don't think so."
"You're not sure?"
He looked at her. "No, sweetie, I'm really not."
He paid the driver and they rode up in the elevator in more silence. In his apartment, she helped herself to a large glass of water and he sat down in his favorite chair.
"It's true that I was uncomfortable," he began.
She joined him in the living room, kicked off her heels, and sat on the sofa, with one leg curled beneath her. She took a long swig of water and waited for him to continue.
"You've never taken the flirting that far."
"I know. It was kind of a test."
"Hmmm. I'm not sure what you were testing, though."
"Neither am I," she confessed. "Were you jealous at all?"
"Yes. Yes, I think I felt some jealousy. That guy wanted you pretty badly. And seemed pretty close to having you."
"Well, that would never happen. You know that." Her big green eyes watched him without guile. He knew she was telling the truth.
"I guess I do know that. Thanks for reminding me, though." He grinned at her.
"What about your cock?"
"What about it?"
"Was it hard? Did you want to fuck me with it when you saw me?"
He wondered how to explain to her female brain the range of emotions that can accompany a hard-on. Fucking didn't always have a direct relationship to an erection, but now wasn't the time to give her a lesson in physiology.
"I don't know if I wanted to fuck anything at that moment, but I was turned on, yes."
Finally, she got the answer she was waiting for. A broad smile crossed her face.
"You're quite an actress, Nikki," he said.
"I'll do anything to turn you on. If I have to act, then I have to act."
"That was a real performance tonight. You surpassed anything I've ever seen you do before."
"I'm glad you know it was all an act."
