"Martini, extra dry, Bombay Sapphire, dirty. Bailey, by the way."
"Tatiana. Pleasure to meet you." She held out her hand, limp and palm down. Surprised, Bailey found herself taking it and kissing the back. "Welcome to my soirée. So glad to meet a gentlewoman." Tatiana held a coy little smile as she turned to one of the cream-puffs that minced by. "Ginger dear, get this beautiful woman an extra dry Bombay Sapphire martini, dirty."
"Uh, thanks." Bailey blushed. She never blushed.
"So, Bailey, what is it you are doing here? After funding for a project? You don't look like it."
"Uh, no, I'm not." She laughed. "I just followed a few friends who didn't tell me much about this, as you can see." She gestured at her clothes.
"Oh, don't worry about it. It just makes you more," Tatiana ran her eyes up and down Bailey, "interesting."
Another of the eye-candies, with short black hair and porcelain skin, came up to Tatiana and leaned in to whisper. After a hurried conversation, Tatiana turned back to Bailey. "Please excuse me, I have something that requires my attention. I'll hunt you down a little later." Tatiana smiled and ran her hand down Bailey's cheek. Bailey blushed again as Tatiana walked away.
OK, I have a thing for older women now,
she thought to herself.
"Damn, that was pretty hot," Navi said, handing her a drink. She swallowed it in one gulp. He saw Ginger approaching and stopped to stare. His eyes didn't make it higher than chest level.
"Your drink," said Ginger, handing it to Bailey. She leaned in close enough that Bailey could kiss the blonde's tanned neck. Ginger said, in a breathy, husky voice, "Tatiana said you could have anything else you want." She left the last word hanging in the air as she gently stroked one finger along Bailey's chin. Then Ginger turned and strolled away, putting a little extra sway in her hips. Bailey stared after the woman, drinking in her curves and legs.
"That was even hotter!" Navi exclaimed. "Oh, this is so the best night of my life. Can I watch? Maybe join in? Who is Tatiana? She can join in too, if she wants." He was laughing in that
God I wish I wasn't joking around
way.
"Navi!" Bailey admonished. She was still somewhat shaken and couldn't come back with anything more.
What the hell just happened?
kept running through her head. It didn't process.
"No denial, so maybe you really won't mind me joining in this once?" Navi let the biggest smile he could make brighten his face. He fully expected the slap any moment. Bailey rarely let it go on like this.
"I, uh..." Bailey looked over at Ginger, who had met up with an Asian hottie in a short, strappy, blue one-piece. Ginger saw her looking and winked. The other woman looked up as well, and once her eyes found the woman Ginger was looking at, she smiled coyly.
Navi saw where Bailey was looking. "Go Bails, go! Don't let this opportunity get away!" She looked at him, obviously torn. He shooed her with his hands. She downed the martini and handed him the glass.
*****
The lavish back room was dim, with comfortable leather couches against the velour curtains on the walls and an open area in the middle. Whispered conversations and discreet laughter floated up to her as she followed Ginger and the Asian woman, Thi, in. Several men and women were seated with at least one of the escorts (as Bailey had come to think of them) sitting close enough their thighs rubbed. A heavy scent of sweet incense wafted from a brazier in one corner and soft music floated out from behind the curtains. Bailey sank into the middle of the last available couch, with Ginger and Thi on each side, shoulders touching and both twisting to face her.
"We're so happy to have you back here," Ginger said.
"Yeah, we usually have stuffy old guys." Thi rolled her eyes.
"Not hotties like you." Ginger leaned closer and started gently kissing Bailey's ear.
"Definitely not." Thi started on Bailey's other ear, and moved down to her neck.
This was going a little faster than Bailey wanted it to. She started to sit up, but each of her escorts put a hand on Bailey's shoulder, and in the plush couch they easily held Bailey in place. She thought about saying something, but somewhere along the way the two martinis now coursing through her made it a little easier to just go along with it. She hadn't been laid in a while, and hadn't had just sex without strings attached since, well, long before Courtney. And anyways, she didn't want to stop the little tingles shooting down her neck and fluttering in her chest.
But still, why her? The pesky question kept popping up. "Uh, not that... this... isn't great..., but, uh, why me?" Bailey asked.
Stupid, stupid, stupid just go with it they'll stop
"Because Tatiana wanted us to," Ginger breathed into her ear. "She likes you." The blond twirled a finger down Bailey's shoulder to circle her breast. "She wants you to enjoy yourself until she can see to you herself." She leaned in and kissed Bailey, with soft lips and a hard tongue. Bailey felt it light up her brain, pulling a moan out. Thi had a hand low on Bailey's thigh and gently worked it up under Bailey's shorts. She felt fingers tickle the soft, sensitive skin in the crook where her legs ended, and she shifted, whether to get away or lean in she wasn't sure. Ginger moved around her chin to her throat, and Bailey rewarded the blond with a purr. Thi managed to get one shoulder exposed, sucking hard enough to leave marks.
"Wait, wait... No, I'm, something's wrong, this doesn't happen to me," Bailey protested.
"All the more reason to enjoy it now that it is," Thi replied, then went back to her suckling. Bailey felt the electric sparks from her shoulder and down her neck start little fires through her chest, stoking the heat building further down. She let her body go limp. Her legs naturally spread a bit, her shoulders sank further into the couch and her head lolled back. She regretted downing the drinks so fast; she hadn't had much of a meal and they were really getting to her.
"Maybe we should move," Ginger said.
"Good idea," Thi said. "One of the bedrooms is open." She gestured up at something.
"But I just got comfortable," Bailey complained. The other two helped get her up. Bailey followed Thi out of the room, eyes roaming to the woman's luscious hips and waist. The dark-haired beauty pulled a key from the wall as she entered the hallway. She stopped at a door and unlocked it. As Bailey stepped inside, she was struck by the overt sexual nature of the decor. Hooks lined the ceiling, floor and walls. Several simple chairs rounded the four-poster bed and chests served for night stands. Bailey stopped, non-plussed, giving Ginger the opportunity to hug her from behind and nibble along the back of her neck.
"Come over here," Thi said as she sat on the bed. Ginger gently pushed Bailey forward, and her legs started moving again. She ended up on top of the Asian, pulling her own arms up to help Ginger get her top off, then her bra. She felt Ginger's naked breasts in her back as the blond pulled Bailey's shorts down. Somehow Bailey ended up on her back with both of the women suckling, finding each sensitive area on her body and giving it attention it longed for.
She wasn't really sure how everything went after that; it was all kisses and legs and breasts and hips and licks and lots and lots of wet, slick heat. It became one long, rolling peak after another, releasing a month of frustration, anger and pain in a cathartic three-way. It was pure lust, ending eventually in blissed out exhaustion and sleep.
*****
Bailey sat up, and regretting not having a toothbrush. Her head was fuzzy from the hangover and her mouth was dry and sticky. She looked around for her clothes but didn't see them. Smacking her lips, she stood up and looked around. It took her a second to remember where she was and how she had gotten there. She checked the chests for something to wear, but they held plenty of sex toys, whips, chains and other paraphernalia. No clothes. The only thing to wear was a red string bikini left on the bed. It was so small that her well-groomed hair would stick out of the top. She figured some of the leather straps would cover more if she tied them together. Finally, she decided to put it on and head out. It was almost worse than being naked; she was used to something with significantly more material that wouldn't fall off in the waves. Her stuff must be around somewhere. She needed her phone; she didn't have a ride and had never bothered to memorize anyone's numbers.
She stepped out into a hallway. Further down the hall were more doors. She hoped one had a bathroom. Plenty of open bedrooms lined the way,; a few doors were shut and locked. The last door finally revealed what she needed. It was huge, the size of a normal bedroom, and had a large, circular, jetted tub in the middle. She wandered across the marble floor to the commode, which was in its own private closet. There was toothpaste in the cupboard and a stack of wrapped hotel toothbrushes. The hand towels were plush, like soft robes. Her own threadbare set paled in comparison. A little fridge sat in a corner with water and other beverages, probably meant for people in the tub. The water tasted like nectar in her dehydrated state. She wandered back out to find someone who could tell her where her clothes were.
