Chapter 2: Molee and Michelle meet
The elevator descended slowly. Molee stood alone with weak knees watching the numbers count down from 7. She had just been fucked like an animal by a complete stranger that she had never met or even seen. She felt as if she were floating in some hyper reality.
Her pussy was wet and hot from and less than 10 minutes had passed since a spurting cock had erupted inside her. And yet here she was, dressed like a whore with no underwear on her way to the lobby to meet Michelle69 at the hotel bar.
Her mind reeled and her stomach fluttered in fear and anticipation. This was the most insane thing she had ever done in her life. She was racked by guilt also. She had a family 400 miles east of here, and she could not believe she was here. There was another part of her though that reveled in the experience. She felt truly alive for the first time in years and years.
And with these thoughts swirling in her mind, the elevator doors dinged open. She stood transfixed looking out of the split opening of the doors. Directly in front of her was the lobby desk that was currently unmanned. She looked to the right and saw the atrium of the hotel. There were fake plants and a fountain that screamed, ‘HOTEL’ in their uniquely bland architecture. On the far side was a bar running the length of the lobby atrium and lounge style chairs decorated the open air area in a diamond shape.
She stepped out of the elevator feeling as if every eye in the place had turned toward her and a single voice erupted from everyone simultaneously in a cacophony of thought that said, ‘Slut’.
In truth no one appeared to notice her. She took a tentative step toward the bar and felt as if she were somehow leaving the safety of her elevator haven and stepping out into a jungle of unknown possibility. She forced herself to take a deep breath and began a slow walk toward the bar. She examined every face in every chair like a hunter searching for quarry.
At the far end of the bar a beautiful woman was smiling at her. Their eyes locked and Molee felt her own lips surprise her by turning up into a grin. She walked faster toward Michelle69.
Michelle69 was dressed as the young professional she no doubt was. She wore an expensive but casual skirt-blouse combination that accentuated her female curves but with taste and tact. Her blond hair was pulled back away from her face. Her cheek bones were well defined, and her skin appeared perfect with just a hint of make up. Her blue eyes sparkled with intelligence and mischief and her grin was both warm and questioning.
A cellular phone/PDA combination sat next to a leather note book in front of her along with a tall drink. ‘How is this woman alone?’ Molee wondered thinking that Michelle69 was perhaps the most beautiful woman on this planet Earth. Molee approached Michelle69 and it was as if her beauty grew with each step. When she reached the table she stopped and only stared. She did not know what to say. How does one introduce oneself to a woman who knew every deep dirty sexual desire of her soul?
“Hello Molee.” Michelle69 said still grinning.
Molee was suddenly aware of how she must look to this gorgeous woman and she blushed imagining her standing there looking like a trailer trash whore. “Hi.” She replied unable to suppress a grin.
And then both Molee and Michelle69 laughed out loud. Michelle stood and hugged Molee sisterly. Molee hugged her back grinning. The tension and uncertainty of the moment flooded out of both of them and they both sat down adjacent to each other pulling their chairs close together like two old friends reunited for the first time in years.
Michelle69 picked up her drink and drank deeply and said, “So you are ‘SweetMolee’?” indicating her screen name on the computer.
Molee nodded and said, “And I finally meet Michelle69.”
“Guilty as charged, but you can just call me Michelle from here on out I think.” Michelle said grinning again.
“And I am just Molee.” Molee replied.
A waitress approached looking concerned and ready to call security at any moment. She stopped at he table and said, “Er Michelle can I get your er ‘friend’ anything?”
Michelle looked at the young woman who looked like she might be 23 at most. Michelle instantly registered the concern on the young woman’s face. It said clearly, ‘Is this slutty hooker bothering you?’
Michelle smiled and said, “Thank you Cathy I believe that my friend could use a drink. This is Molee and she is a very good friend of mine. She will have a double shot of your best top shelf tequila and a rum and coke back.”
Cathy stood confused staring at Michelle and then said, “Of course. Right away.” And then Cathy disappeared.
Michelle was obviously amused. When Cathy was out of earshot Michelle said, “I should have told that stuck up bitch that fucking makes you thirsty and to just get the drinks without the melodrama. But sadly I am on business here and must keep some of my more blunt opinions to myself. Cathy is my personal concierge, a perk of being a double platinum member that I could do without.”
Michelle grinned as Molee blushed.
Cathy returned with the drinks a few seconds later still eyeing Molee suspiciously. Molee forced herself to smile at her and then shot back the tequila in one big shot that you might expect from a drunken sailor or a hooker. She smiled at Cathy retreated her eyes glowing with contempt.
Michelle smiled at her and said, “There you go. Get into spirit of things. Now tell me did you enjoy your little fantasy?”
Molee smiled despite herself. “Um it was pretty nice yeah.” She replied.
“Nice?” Michelle asked incredulously. “It was nice. I hope it was better than nice.” She said sounding offended.
“Well actually er it was…….” Molee stammered.
Michelle grinned. “Nice?” she asked finishing Molee’s sentence with humor.
This time Molee laughed. “Well how about fucking incredible.”
“That’s better.” Michelle said grinning. “Now tell me every detail.”
And the words started flowing out of Molee. She was stunned at how much like and unlike chat this experience was. She found she could talk to Michelle just like she did online. She used the same crude words and depth of detail, but it was so much more intense to be able to see and feel her reactions by the look on her face or the thin sheen of sweat that surfaced on her upper lip. Molee could almost feel Michelle’s excitement at her retelling of the events that would become known as the 714 event in their shared vocabulary.
When Molee finished her story she found that she was wet not only from her activities, but actually horny again. She smiled at the thought and noticed Michelle had that same ‘God I’m horny now’ grin on her face.
“But I do have a question for you?” Molee said.
Michelle raised her eyebrows curiously.
“Well more than one question, but my first one is, ‘how in the hell did that guy see me in the dark?'” Molee asked.
Michelle grinned as if she held a secret and then reached into her purse and pulled out a pair of goggles that looked like they were mini-binoculars. “Night vision glasses.” Michelle said.
Molee’s stomach dropped. “You mean he could see EVERYTHING?” she asked incredulously. She was suddenly very self conscious. She replayed lying on the bed splayed with cum oozing from her freshly fucked pussy. She was both horrified and aroused to think that the faceless man not only could recognize her, but had seen every second of their anonymous fuck.
Michelle smiling touched her arm gently, “Relax. I assure you that your fuck buddy will never mention you to anyone.”
“But….” Molee’s voice trailed off. She didn’t know what else to say.
After a second of silence Molee said, “Who was he?”
Michelle grinned and said, “I think that it is better you never know.”
Molee considered this and intuitively knew there was wisdom in Michelle’s statement, but it unnerved her. She glanced nervously around the bar searching each man’s face in the bar for recognition. Was one of them watching her?
Michelle smiled at her. “It could be anyone. Maybe he is sitting in this bar, or maybe not. Isn’t exciting to think that every man you meet from now on a part of you will wonder, ‘Did I fuck you in a hotel room in Portland?’. I think that is a hot fantasy.”
Molee shivered thinking about that implication. It never occurred to her that this night may have consequences beyond the moment, but Michelle was right. She glanced at the attractive man sitting at the bar. She did not even have a tingle of recognition when she looked at him, but maybe he was the one. Her mind immediately conjured an image of him naked and sweaty over her, his thick cock thrusting into her as she came on him. She felt a tingle in her pussy and bit her bottom lip nervously. Jesus this was intense.
Michelle was grinning. “I will tell one thing. It was not him.” She said gesturing toward the man Molee was fantasizing about.
Molee blushed at her transparency.
Molee was reeling now with the help of the alcohol and the thought that every guy she ever would meet would become part of her fantasy world.
Michelle held her hand as an old friend might and said, “I have one more thing for you.”
Molee looked at her puzzled and said, “What?”
Michelle grinned again reaching into her purse. She withdrew an envelope exactly like the ones that had led Molee to this point and handed it to her. Molee opened it and gasped. Inside were 6 crisp $100.00 dollar bills.
“What’s this?” Molee asked confused.
“It’s the last part of your fantasy. You see the guy you fucked had a fantasy to fuck a hooker. That’s what he paid.”
Molee’s jaw dropped open. She never considered that she might be as much a fantasy to the man as he was to her. She suddenly felt very dirty. She stared at the money that seemed equally dirty to her. “Oh my God.” She said feeling those butterflies in her stomach threaten to break through her navel to the outside world. Her head spun and she felt faint.
Michelle’s smile faltered and she gripped Molee’s shoulder pushing her gently back into the chair. “Relax hun. It’s okay.” She soothed.
Molee definitely did not feel ‘OK’, but she allowed Michelle to hold her upright. Her breathing was fast and shallow and she knew she was on the verge of hyperventilating. Michelle pinched the skin behind her elbow hard. The pain was sharp and immediate, but her head quickly cleared.
“Ow.” She exclaimed.
“Sorry, but you looked a little green there.” Michelle said.
“So he thinks I am a hooker?” Molee said with both anxiety and anger in her voice.
“Who gives a flying fuck what he thinks? I mean it’s not like you are dating.” Michelle said bluntly.
But Molee did care. She didn’t know why but she did. And more than that, she was afraid that maybe she was a hooker on some level. She fucked the guy and now had money. Jesus. But she knew that money was not her motivation. Moral dilemmas made her feel guilty, and she did feel that. Jesus what was she thinking.
“Get over it. It doesn’t change who you are.” Michelle said with words that hit Molee with no less force than a slap would have.
Molee stared at Michelle ready to feel anger rise in her to the point she would punch her smug and judgmental smile off the side of her head. But when she looked into Michelle’s eyes, her anger died. She did not see smugness or superiority there. Instead she saw a friend who was not judging her, but trying to help her come to terms with a new reality.
Michelle smiled at Molee tentatively. Molee found the corners of her own mouth turning up.
Michelle spoke softly to her as if she were the only person in the universe. “You can be anyone you wish tonight. Tomorrow you can go back to being who you think you are. But tonight just let it go. Be the person you fantasize about being.”
Molee’s throat seemed to close and she could not swallow. She stared at Michelle torn between her options. Part of her wanted to run back to her room, pack, and get the hell out of there, but another part burned with desire to let go and follow Michelle to where ever she might lead.
Michelle watched her and saw the turmoil within her. She took her hand and said, “Come with me to your room now and let’s get cleaned up for a night on the town. I will tell you a story and then you can decide to stay or go.”
Molee nodded hesitantly and Michelle smiled knowingly.
Michelle turned and beckoned Cathy to her. Cathy came and seemed to have lost her contempt and resigned herself to her role of service. “Cathy, please take a bottle of wine to my friends room and have my overnight bag brought up as well.”
Cathy nodded subserviently and disappeared quickly. Michelle took Molee’s hand and led her toward the elevators. Molee went willingly with her new friend.
* * * * * * *
Once back inside her room, Molee felt both better and worse. The sense of hyper-reality had left her as the door closed safely behind her. The sense of guilt over the reality of what she had done, however, hit her like a hammer blow to the chest. Somewhere between the lobby and this room Michelle had become a ‘real’ person and not just fantasy fodder from the internet.
The reality that a real flesh and blood person knew all of the guilty pleasures of her sexually adventurous mind, made her head swim. It was like two worlds colliding, and she wondered if this is what it must be like for a split personality to be forced to face each other and acknowledge the existence of the other.
Michelle continued to smile at her and squeeze her hand reassuringly. She may not know exactly what Molee was going through, but she was empathetic enough to see conflict.
The wine arrived along with Michelle’s overnight bag. Molee wondered what was going to happen next. When Cathy left with a generous tip from Michelle, Molee sat on the edge of the bed and said to her, “So what story are you going to tell me.”
Michelle grinned and said, “The best kind. A true one.”
Molee cocked her head not understanding and then Michelle began, “About a month ago, I had an epiphany. You see I had a friend come to me and tell me about a sexual fantasy that her boyfriend had asked her to fulfill, and I helped her fulfill it.”
Molee’s confusion persisted and she said, “So what did you do?”
Michelle continued grinning clearly enjoying the retelling of this story. “Well it’s not so much as what I did as what my friend did. You see she and her boyfriend cooked up this ‘game’ where each month they must fulfill a secret desire of the other. Each month she alternates getting and giving sexual gratification. The only rule between them is complete honesty, and you must meet the 30 day deadline. My friend needed a little help with her first one, and I was lucky enough to participate. I won’t tell you what it was, because that is her secret to share or not, but since then, I have decided to play my own version of this game.”
Molee stared at her. “So every month you get a fantasy fulfilled.”
Michelle nodded and then shook her head. “Well not exactly. In my version of the game, I decided that it would not be as much fun for me to fulfill my own fantasies, but instead fulfill those of people I know.”
Molee nodded slowly understanding. Michelle spoke again more casually and lightly then before, “Make no mistake I still get fucked when I want, but its such a rush to help someone fulfill the darkest sexual desires.”
Molee then asked, “So tonight was a game and I was a pawn?”
Michelle frowned looking somewhat hurt and said, “Not exactly. I was not playing a game with your head. I am not trying to manipulate or use you, and remember part of the game is honesty. I just like helping people find pleasure. “The Game” is just what my friend calls it. It’s just a way to explore pleasure. I think you enjoyed tonight, but are feeling guilty about it now. That’s what is so great about ‘the game’. It allows you to explore your sexuality without the hang-ups. Are you going to tell me you didn’t like it?” she asked.
Molee considered her. She felt somehow used, but she also knew that her guilt was reaching out looking for someone to blame other than herself. That was not fair, but it was what it was.
Finally she sighed and said, “No I admit I loved every second of it. I did God help me, but I feel so……. dirty I guess.”
Michelle smiled and said, “Dirty is such a turn on.”
Molee grinned at this and said, “Yeah it is.”
Michelle poured a glass of wine for both of them from the bottle and handed the glass to Molee. She took a sip and said, “So are we going out for some more fun or would you rather stay here? In or out?”
Molee considered for a minute and then took a sip of wine. She finally was able to let go and her heart spoke before her mind could intercede. “I think I would prefer in and out.”
Michelle giggled with glee and said, “Really?”
Molee grinned with genuine pleasure, the pressure already leaving her now that the decision was made, “What the fuck? I mean I already fucked a guy for money. Guess we should spend some of it. Besides if I’m gonna feel guilty I might as well make it worth it.” Molee was suddenly felt like a child sneaking cigarettes from her parents pack. The nervous thrill and anticipation of doing something forbidden excited her like nothing else ever had.
Michelle grinned wildly at this new Molee. “Oh we are going to have so much fun.” She predicted.
“I need a shower and a change of clothes first”, Molee said.
“Me too. You go shower first and I will pick out the outfits.” Michelle said already bounding for the door.
Molee stripped and got into the shower thinking, ‘I wonder if whoever taught her this game realizes what they have released upon the earth.’ The tingles of anticipation started and the butterflies were back as she felt the hot spray of water wash over her.
She resisted the temptation to masturbate in the shower, and she wondered how in the hell she could be this horny within an hour of being so thoroughly fucked. But she was, and the night was young.
She was drying herself in front of the mirror when Michelle bounded back into the room with a roller board suitcase. Michelle stripped without humility and joined her in the bathroom. Her blond hair was now free and flowed behind her. Her breasts were perfect C-cups topped with bright pink nipples. She was smiling and seemed to radiate sexuality. As she stepped out of her underwear, Molee noticed her completely shaven pussy and trim waist.
“My God you’re sexy.” Molee said with an open mouth barely realizing she had vocalized her thoughts.
Michelle giggled and said, “Pick your tongue up off the floor or I’ll make you put it to good use.” She flashed her legs apart quickly still giggling giving Molee an unobstructed view of her labia and clitoral hood. Molee was immediately reminded of a fast frame video of a flower blossoming and shook the image from her mind.
Without further conversation, Michelle gracefully stepped into the shower and steam began to fill the room.
Molee knew tonight was a night she would never forget. And it was just beginning.
* * * * * *
At about 11 pm, Michelle and Molee left the room at the hotel. Molee was dressed more provocatively than she normally dressed, but compared to her ‘hooker’ get up, she was positively conservative. She donned a red mini-skirt and a white blouse and bra. She had on thong panties that made her feel sexy, and comfortable sandals. She felt sexy and excited.
Michelle had also changed. Her hair was blond and flowing over a tanned face. Her high cheek bones touched with make up to give her a sexy out on the town look. She wore a black skirt that was short but still in the realm of tasteful. She wore a white tank top with a light green blouse. Molee considered her outfit equal to hers on the “slut scale”. They didn’t look like hookers, but it was clear from their dress that they were out for fun.
Molee’s full figure body filled out both her skirt and blouse nicely and contrasted starkly with Michelle’s tight and trim body. Molee’s dark hair and Michelle’s blond also made them quite a pair. Whatever happened tonight somebody was in for the ride of their lives. Molee smiled at the thought.
They descended the elevator together and stepped out into the lobby. Michelle said, “Wait here.” And then disappeared around the corner.
She returned a few moments later and said, “Okay let’s go.”
Molee followed her outside and a long black stretch limo stood waiting for them.
“Shit are you rich or what?” Molee asked.
Michelle giggled. “Some say so, but what the hell it’s just money so I say spend it.” Then she jumped into the limo.
Their driver was a light skinned black man who was skinny and looked like a marathon runner. He smiled at his two charges and said, “Where to ladies?”
Molee looked to Michelle who said, “What’s your name?”
“Maurice ma’am”, the driver replied.
“Well Maurice how about you cut the Ma’am shit and call me Michelle. This is my friend Molee, and we actually we have no idea where to go. We are looking for a party. Got any suggestions?”
Maurice grinned at them lecherously through the partition and said, “Well I guess that depends on the party you are looking for. I don’t usually make party recommendations, but in your case I think I might be able to help.”
Michelle giggled and Molee’s mouth went dry. Michelle continued, “Well Maurice where should horny girls go to fix their horniness?”
Maurice laughed and said, “How about my place.”
Molee laughed and said, “Maybe later Maurice, but we want a wild party first. Any ideas?”
Maurice seemed to consider them for a moment and said, “I know just the place, sit back and have a drink and decide what kind of wild you are looking for. I’ll have you at the party of your lives in less than ½ an hour.”
Michelle giggled with glee and said, “God Maurice you know I love surprises.”
Maurice put the limo in gear and turned out into traffic. Michelle reached for the mini-bar and poured two shots of tequila and handed one to Molee.
“To new friends and great fucks.” Michelle said, and tossed the tequila back.
After a moment of hesitation Molee did the same. Michelle was grinning and leaned forward and said to Maurice, “Give us a minute Maurice. Girl talk.”
A second later the dividing window went up separating us from Maurice with a dark pane of glass.
Michelle turned to Molee grinning with sparkles in her eyes, “So I guess we should decide what we are looking for tonight.” She said watching Molee with interest.
“Er, well I’m not sure I guess we just play it by ear.” Molee replied shifting uncomfortably in her seat.
Michelle giggled. “Well that’s one way to go, but you rarely get exactly what you want if you don’t look for it.”
“What do you mean?” Molee asked looking very uncertain.
“What I mean is that tonight is yours. Decide what you want and let’s go find it. So what do you want?” Michelle said bluntly.
Molee blushed and said, “I’m not sure what you mean.”
Michelle grinned again and said, “Oh come on! You know exactly what I mean. Just tell me what you want. You never had a problem with that online. So what are you up for tonight? You want to fuck a guy in the back of this limo? You want to fuck TWO guys in the limo? Lick a girl till she cums on your face? Piss on each other while midgets butt fuck each other in mayonnaise? What?”
Molee’s blush turned to a crimson fire on her cheeks. In her entire life no one had so bluntly asked her what she wanted sexually. Well other than Michelle69 when she was online. She didn’t know what to say now so she sat silently staring at her feet as her face burned.
Michelle took her hand and squeezed it encouraging Molee to meet her eyes. Michelle was still smiling warmly. “It’s okay Molee. It’s just sex. Relax. Have some fun with it. We can do anything together. All you have to do is ask.”
Molee took a deep breath and sighed. “I know but this is not the internet, you know?” she said.
“I know.” Michelle said. “This is so much more intense. I have been horny for a week thinking about this night. I want to live out some of the things we talked about and I want you to live out some of the things you talked about. But first I want you to tell me what you really want for tonight. Just let go and tell me.”
Michelle’s hand crept slowly up Molee’s forearm stroking her. And then she gently touched her cheek, still smiling, feeling the heat of her blush under her hand.
Molee’s mouth went dry at Michelle’s touch and her nipples tingled. Maybe it was the madness of the night, the tequila, or just the situation, but she was suddenly deeply aroused. Her pussy was hot and wet and she had a strong desire to lean into Michelle and kiss her sexy lips. Her mind flashed and she imagined taking Michelle in her arms, stripping her, covering her body with kisses.
The intensity of the moment made Molee dizzy with lust. ‘What is wrong with me?’ she thought shaking the image from her mind. Her desire, however, still burned hot in her and she found herself squeezing her pussy muscles involuntarily.
“I want sex.” Molee said in a truthful voice that was barely a whisper.
Michelle smiled and said, “That’s a good start.” She then leaned forward and brought her lips less than an inch away from Molee’s mouth. Molee was too stunned to move. She froze sure that Michelle was going to kiss her. She knew she would let her, and more if she wished. But Michelle moved no closer. Instead she whispered in a soft, throaty voice that was thick with lust, “And I want to watch you fuck.”
Michelle leaned slowly back away from Molee, and to Molee’s horror she realized her lips were pursed as if ready to accept Michelle’s wet mouth on her own. She shook her head as if to clear it, and Michelle giggled.
And then the car came to an abrupt halt. They had arrived. Where they were Molee had no idea. A minute later the limo door opened and the light skinned black man stood holding it open.
“I think you will find everything you are looking for here.” Maurice said smiling.
Michelle nearly bounded out of the door. Molee took a deep breath and followed her friend, wondering if this moment was really happening.
* * * * * * * *
Molee stepped out of the limo just in time to see Michelle slip Maurice a folded up bill of money. “Thanks Maurice, care to join us?” she said seductively.
Maurice grinned and said, “Got to move the car around back. I might meet you inside later.”
Michelle grinned, “Que Sera.” She said.
Molee looked around her surroundings and saw that they were in a warehouse district that had recently been converted to a variety of clubs, bars, and restaurants for the trendy. The area was clearly still in transition as there were also a lot of buildings that were still warehouses.
Molee was taken back by the contrast. Directly in front of her was a building with bay windows lit with neon lights and the establishment sign declared in white hot letters that this was “The Underground”. However directly across the street was a building that appeared to have been destroyed by fire. Window holes, long since devoid of glass, reminded her of the black eyes of something reptilian and cold. A shiver went up her spine and she suddenly felt they were being watched through those cold black eyes. It was a ridiculous thought, but fear did not often ride shotgun with rationality.
Michelle seemed oblivious and took her hand, “Come on, let’s check it out.” She said and walked boldly toward the front entrance of the club. Molee grinned at her, getting back into the mood of the moment and allowed herself to be led up to the front door.
The glass doors opened and loud club music spilled out into the night. There was a bouncer collecting cover at the door. He was big and wore an electronic headset to communicate with other employees, but he was smiling and seemingly enjoying himself. Michelle forked over 20 bucks and they were in.
To get into the club the two women worked their way down a short flight of stairs into the main room. Black lights abounded bathing everyone and everything in an impersonal fluorescent glow. As soon as they entered this room, Molee saw Michelle begin to sway with the music as if dancing. She continued toward the center of the room with purpose, but seemed to dance her way there.
Molee thought Michelle was amazing. She was such a free spirit and so beautiful. Molee suddenly felt overwhelmingly lucky to be here with her. She smiled to herself and began dancing herself. Michelle was right, she decided, I’m here so fuck it. I might as well have a good time.
Michelle spun around and faced her at the center of the room. She was grinning ear to ear and danced with a seductive undulation that seemed to work through her body, but centered on her hips. The overall effect was erotic, arousing, and amusing all together.
Molee mimicked her movement and Michelle’s grin widened and brightened. Molee smiled back at her, happy she could make Michelle happy. Michelle moved closer to Molee and the crowd closed tightly around them. The throng moved together as one entity, and Michelle and Molee were only molecules of water in the sea of people that frothed around them.
The music stopped a second later and Molee had worked up a sweat. Michelle had as well. The warmth of the night, combined with hundreds of bodies in close quarters built body heat.
A black man stood next to Michelle and while the DJ changed up the music he said to her, “Can I buy you a drink?”.
Molee looked over at the man. He was 6 feet tall and muscular as hell. She considered him and thought ‘maybe not a body builder, but someone who spent many hours at he gym’. His skin was dark black and he spoke in an English accent. The sound of his voice made Molee wet with desire. She had a thing for accents.
Michelle smiled and said, “Maybe, but I have a friend with me.” Michelle motioned to Molee who felt like the world’s biggest loser under the man’s gaze.
She shifted her weight from her left foot to right uncomfortably as the dark skinned black man’s eyes appraised her. And then he smiled at her, and Molee felt like she could melt. His eyes were dark black set in a square face, but they were not cold. Rather they twinkled with humor, desire, and warmth.
“Hello.”, he said still smiling at Michelle and held out his hand to shake hers. “I’m Stephan.”
Molee stared and realized that she had not spoken or made any acknowledgement of this sexy man, and then her trans broke and she smiled, wide. “Hi. I’m Molee.” She said enthusiastically, once again feeling like the world’s biggest dork.
Stephan smiled and said in perfect English diction, “Nice to meet you Miss Molee. I was proposing to buy your friend a drink, and I would be honored if you would join us.”
Molee only nodded trying to drink in his words in her ears. Every time the man spoke Molee seemed to become more and more aroused by him. He was sexy as hell and his accent, cut body, and perfect manners turned her on, but she knew he was here for Michelle. But she was drawn to him never the less and she hoped Michelle would not find her presence intrusive. If she did, Molee would excuse herself and find a way to entertain herself.
Stephan turned back to Michelle, “And if two do not mind, I also am here with a bloke I know. Would you mind terribly if he joined us.”
Molee grinned in spite of herself thinking, “Awesome there are two of them. At least I won’t be a third wheel.”
Michelle grinned and said, “Of course.”
The black man waved to his left. A moment later a lighter skinned black man appeared out of the throng. He was thin, but fit and had a thin mustache that he wore below brown eyes that twinkled with mischief. He was shorter than Stephan by and inch or two, and he actually had on a button down shirt. He wore tiny round eye glasses that fit his head well and gave him the look of an intellectual.
Molee thought of him as a ‘hot college professor’ and the contrast of these two men seemed to work together.
Stephan said, “This is Robert. Robert this is Miss Molee and Michelle.”
Roberts smiled and said, “Nice to meet you.” Also in an accent, but this one was thicker than Stephan’s. Molee smiled at the new comer.
“Shall we go upstairs?” Stephan enquired.
Robert smiled broadly and Michelle shrugged her shoulders but also smiled.
The four of them left the hot dance floor in a single file line that the crowd allowed and Stephan led them to an unobtrusive door at the other end of the building that had “VIP Only” inscribed on the door in gold leaf script.
A door man opened the door for them smiling at Stephan. There was a handshake and the door man pocketed a green bill that appeared to be a 20 to Molee. ‘Fuck I got a get a better job if this dude makes 20 bucks for opening doors’ Molee thought.
Once inside, the music was still audible, but not at the throbbing level of the dance floor. They ascended a set of wide stairs that was carpeted with a red pattern in the center as a runner. At the top, they were in a bar of sorts. Dim lights over cozy tables with expensive chairs and leather padding surrounded a 20 by 30 foot room. At the far end was a bar that was book ended by a humidor. A single man of 25 or so dressed in a suit stood ready to refill drinks.
The room was only half occupied and a waitress in a tight, but tasteful cocktail uniform moved from table to table with grace. She was dressed in a white shirt that seemed to flatter her expansive chest. She had on a short skirt and black panty hoes and high heels. Molee was reminded of Las Vegas cocktail waitresses, but this was definitely a step or two above that.
A white man in his thirties and dressed in a 1000 dollar black suit greeted Stephan and the two shook hands. No bills exchanged this time, but the man led the quartet to a booth at the far side of the room that was secluded from the rest of the room. The man in the suit plucked the ‘Reserved’ card from the table as Molee slid to the middle of the booth with Michelle sliding in right beside her.
Stephan and Robert took seats on the ends. Surprisingly, Robert sat next to Michelle and Stephan next to Molee. The waitress appeared before they had a chance to even relax. Robert and Stephan both ordered a single malt scotch. Michelle favored expensive vodka, and Molee joined her.
Two minutes later, a bottle of McCallan and Grey Goose appeared in ice buckets along with a pitcher of water, a silver tray with four high ball glasses, an ice bucket, and a pitcher of orange juice.
The waitress smiled at them and then told them to turn on their table lamp should they need anything, otherwise she would leave them to their privacy. There seemed to be a stress on the word privacy, and Molee didn’t know why.
Stephan and Robert exchanged a knowing glance and looked strangely hungry for a moment. Their faces expressed one emotion: anticipation.
Michelle seemed to be relaxed and poured two screwdrivers and handed one to Molee. The two men each poured a half an inch of amber scotch into their high ball glasses. Stephan raised his glass and said, “To new friends.”
Michelle grinned and exchanged a glance with Molee. “To meeting new friends and a pleasurable evening.” She said smiling.
Molee shivered as she clinked glasses with each of her new friends. Her nipples were hard and her pussy wet. This was crazy. She wondered if Michelle was as aroused as she was. She glanced and saw that Michelle’s face was flushed. She grinned to herself and realized that they were both horny as hell. Being with these two men in their current condition was the equivalent of smoking cigarettes in a room filled with dynamite, but Molee was giddy with the excitement of it.
“So where are you two gentlemen from?” Michelle asked smiling a coy yet seductive smile from over the rim of her glass.
“I am from Australia. I own a small electronic research company in Melbourne actually.” Stephan began, “and Robert here owns a telecommunications company in South Africa. We are here for a meeting in Portland and will be leaving in the morning.”
Michelle leaned forward on her elbows and smiled. Her eyes gleamed with delight as she stared at these two men. “And what do you like to do for fun when you are in the states?”
Stephan was enjoying the banter and grinned. Molee and Robert simple watched the exchange with interest and anticipation to see where these two may go.
“Well,” Stephan began, “it’s always nice to meet beautiful women like yourself and Miss Molee.”
Stephan paused and glanced at Molee assessing her level of interest in his words; finding her grinning he continued. “And of course it’s always nice to be treated with such hospitality by American women.”
Molee did not catch the slur toward American women, however, Michelle who had traveled extensively in both Europe and Asia did. She smiled and said, “Not all American women are the whores our overseas counterparts sometimes give us credit for. It’s an unfortunate stereotype, but then I am sure you don’t fuck kangaroos that often either.”
Stephan and Robert both burst out in laughter. Molee smiled still a little confused by the banter, but catching the gist of it.
“I suppose not.” Stephan said again in the perfect diction, but he was grinning with pleasure at having found someone as blunt, yet sophisticated as Michelle to banter with.
After another round of drinks everyone was much more relaxed. Michelle continued to flirt seductively with both men, and Molee sat between them smoldering in the heat of her own lust.
She was surprised at her reaction. It must be the moment, the day, or the woman she was with, because Molee did not get this horny just by listening to sexy men talk. However, facts were facts, and her pussy was hot and wet. She took another pull on her screwdriver and enjoyed the warmth flowing down her throat. She leaned back and more closely to Stephan. He put his arm over her shoulder. This seemed natural and did not break the flow of the conversation. She was surprised at how good it felt to have a man that was not her husband hold her. She sighed and decided to just go with it.
Michelle noticed however and smiled at her seductively. She was surprised at how turned on Michelle’s smile alone could make her. She remembered the moment in the limo and a deep yearning to be in her arms welled up inside her.
Her lip quivered and her nipples tingled at the thought. She was rocking her hips gently trying to create some friction between her clit and her underwear. God she was horny.
“Well did I speak too soon about Americans?” Michelle said grinning and staring intently at Molee.
Molee’s cheeks flushed and she sat straight up pulling away from Stephan. Stephan and Robert both laughed easily as did Molee, but her face still burned crimson. “Sorry.” She mumbled.
“No worries my dear.” Stephan said. “I enjoy having a beautiful American woman against me.”
The implication of the addition of the word ‘American’ was subtle but inescapable. Michelle stared at Stephan and then to Robert.
She grinned and said, “I am not sure you believed me when I said we Americans are not sluts”. She was smiling coyly.
“I believe what you said is, ‘not ALL Americans are sluts'”, Stephan responded corralling Michelle with her own words.
Michelle cocked her head as if to say, ‘touché’ and then grinned again. When she spoke again, it was with humor, but also with a trace of defiance, “I suppose that is true; but the question we seem to have before us right now is ‘Is she a slut?'”. She nodded toward Molee.
Molee was dying with embarrassment inside. She squirmed again in her seat, but said nothing. Her cheeks were now scalding and her butterflies were back. What was going on here?
Robert and Stephan considered Molee both grinning. Finally Robert spoke for the first time, “I say she isn’t but could be.” His words were so close to the truth that Molee shivered involuntarily.
Michelle smiled at Robert and said, “Really you thinks so?” Robert returned her grin and said, “Well we all are only a moment away from who we want to be.”
Michelle grinned, “I like that saying. I will have to remember it.”
Molee’s heart was hammering in her chest. She was both excited and terrified. Stephan’s arm was around her shoulders and they felt wonderful and wrong at the same time. She glanced at his crotch trying to be discreet and saw the thick outline of his semi-erect cock against the fabric of his trousers. Molee bit her lip in desire.
Michelle now moved closer to Molee until they were hip to hip in the booth between these two men. She whispered to Molee but everyone sitting there could hear her, “Robert thinks you want to be a slut tonight, and I want to find out if he is right. The only question left to answer is if you want to find out if he is right. Do you?”
Molee was too stunned to speak. Stephan was grinning ear to ear and Robert seemed to concentrating intently upon Molee’s hardened nipples that pressed against the fabric of her shirt.
Michelle smiled at her and pulled her into an upright position away from Stephan. She then pushed her shoulders gently back against the booth until Molee was sitting straight up. Michelle then straddled Molee’s hips so that they were facing each other. Molee could feel the weight of Michelle’s body on her crotch and could see the twinkling desire in Michelle’s eyes.
Michelle brought her face close to Molee’s and once again Molee anticipated being kissed by her. Once again her anticipation ended with Michelle’s lips only an inch from her own. This time Michelle spoke to her in a throaty hot voice. “It’s a simple question. Yes or No will do. Now do you want to find out what you are tonight?”
Molee trembled under Michelle and finally a single syllable escaped her lips.
“Yes.” Molee said in a whisper of lust as she finally let go of everything but this moment.
Michelle smiled at her and slowly leaned away from her but did not get off of her. She turned to Robert and said, “Slide over for a moment.” She indicated the seat she had recently occupied before mounting Molee.
Robert quickly slid next to Molee so that she was sandwiched between the two men with Michelle straddling her. Michelle leaned to her right and slowly began undoing the Windsor knot in Robert’s tie.
The tie slid free with the friction of satin on cotton and the soft material slowly caressed Molee’s face as Michelle drew it free. Michelle was teasing Robert, and his eyes were hot with lust. Molee would bet his cock was hard and thick, but she could not see it past Michelle.
Michelle then took Molee’s hands in her own and pressed them together as if she were trying to get Molee to pray. Molee was confused but allowed Michelle to hold her hands together. Grinning, Michelle looped the soft tie around Molee’s wrist and her intentions became more clear. Molee did not move but her heart rate doubled.
In less than a minute, Michelle had bound Molee’s hands together in front of her. The knot was not tight, and Molee could easily get out of it if she chose to, but at this moment she did not.
Michelle then leaned into Molee’s body pushing her arms over her head. Michelle’s hands slid up Molee’s arms, over her elbows, down her forearms until she gripped her wrists. There was a one more quick push and Michelle let go. Surprisingly Molee’s arms stayed upraised and Molee looked up in confusion. Michelle had hooked the tie over a coat hook that Molee had failed to notice before.
Panic and anxiety hit Molee together, but were immediately quashed as Michelle’s finger covered her lips. “It’s alright.” Michelle spoke, and although Molee was still anxious she made no move to free herself.
Michelle dismounted Molee and slid out of the booth and stood staring at what she had created. The two men sat close to Molee watching her. Molee’s arms were bound above her head and her large breasts pressed hard against the material of her blouse. Her nipples were outlined even in the candlelight. Stephan and Robert must have had throbbing hard-ons, but they were not visible above the skirt of the tablecloth. Molee stared at her intently not knowing what to do next.
Michelle smiled at them and said, “Well she does look like she might be interested in being a slut for tonight at least.”
Molee quivered uncomfortably. The men lecherously stared at her smiling enjoying her vulnerability and letting it feed their own lust.
Robert began to reach out toward Molee’s heaving breast when Michelle said, “Uh Uh boys. Don’t touch her yet. I think we are all too horny to be objective about Molee here. What we need is an unbiased opinion and besides I could use another drink.” And with that Michelle clicked on the table lamp to summon the waitress.
Within 15 seconds the woman in the cocktail outfit arrived. Molee stared at her from her predicament dying of embarrassment. But she could not take her eyes off of this woman. She was beautiful.
Her skin was olive colored as if she were from Mediteranian descent. She had jet black hair that hung just below her shoulders. Her teeth were white and contrasted and complimented her skin in the black lit room. She was about 5’5″ and her breasts were full and firm and her outfit seemed to caress the curves of her body perfectly. She had a thin waist and small tight hips that sat atop tight athletic legs. Molee wondered if she were an athlete.
When the woman arrived, she blinked hard when she saw Molee, but quickly regained her composure. She smiled at Michelle who was watching her intently. “What can I get for you?” she asked.
Michelle was grinning and said, “Well first what is your name?”
“Angela Ma’am.” The waitress said immediately.
“Well Angie, I am Michelle and this is my friend Molee. We were all just having a nice discussion about American women being sluts. We have come to the conclusion that only some American women are sluts. Would you agree?”
Angela smiled a little confused and said, “I suppose that is true.” And then she shrugged as if saying, ‘American women are sluts. I see it every day.’
Michelle continued and said, “Well we are trying to decide if my friend Molee is a slut or would like to be at least for tonight. Also we have decided that we are too, shall we say involved, to be objective. So I thought you might be able to help us.”
Angela grinned a little wider. Clearly she had seen a lot of strange events in this room before, and was beginning to enjoy the moment. “And how might I be of service?” Angela asked.
Michelle grinned knowing that Angela was playing along. “Well I am sure you see sluts all the time in your line of work. How would you go about identifying one?”
Angela twisted a lock of her hair glancing from Michelle to Molee and back again. “Well, there is one sure fire method.”
Molee looked nervous and was biting her bottom lip. The men seemed amused and each was rubbing a thigh lecherously as they listened to the exchange between Michelle and Angela.
Angela took a step toward Molee. She was grinning now. Then she said, “Well you see any girl can get a little horny and act like a slut, but to me a real slut knows what she is going to do before she leaves the house for the night. You see a real slut will plan to go out and get a random fuck. It almost never ‘just happens'”
She stopped and stared at Molee. Her eyes were bright and twinkled with amusement at her predicament. She seemed to be enjoying her part in Molee’s night and moved closer to her yet. Her face was inches from Molee’s as she seemed to inspect her. Molee could smell the combination of soap and perfume on this woman that combined into an erotically wonderful smell that made her see even more attractive than she was.
Molee was, for the second time in as many hours, sure that the woman would kiss her. Instead the woman spoke in a voice that was soft but yet audible to everyone watching. “You see, a true slut knows that someone will be fucking her before she ever gets dressed for the night.”
Molee felt Angela’s finger tips tracing across the bare skin on her inner thigh just above the knee. She shivered involuntarily. The fingers traced gently toward pussy pushing her skirt up as it went. Her voice continued in soft hypnotic syllables.
“You see standing naked in the shower, a true slut will take the time to be extra diligent about her pussy. She will always shave all those spots that we ladies sometimes skip when we are just going out to the grocery. But a slut knows she is going to get fucked so she takes extra time.”
Angela’s fingers grazed Molee’s panties. They were soaked and the corners of Angela’s mouth turned up in a partial smile that only Molee notices. Molee was blushing fiercely. Stephan and Robert listened intently, and watched with anticipation at Molee’s predicament. Their cocks were thick and hard, straining at the expensive material of their pants.
“So you see all we have to do is look at her pussy to know.” Angela said and then smiled coyly. Her finger slipped under the band of Molee’s panties which were exposed to the world now. She traced the wet, clean shaven outer lips of Molee’s pussy causing Molee to tremble. She withdrew her finger and pressed it to Molee’s lips making her lips glisten with her own musky wetness.
And then Angela leaned in and kissed Molee. It was soft and gentle, but also filled with passion. Their tongues intertwined hotly and rolled over and over each other in a twirling cacophony of soft pink passion. Angela’s fingers found Molee’s clit pressed hard against the tight fabric of her wet underwear and tweeked it through the material. Molee groaned in pleasure and a mini-orgasm rolled across her.
A moment later Angela stood. Molee sat, legs spread, eyes closed, breathing hard. Angela smiled and turned to Michelle. “Was that helpful ma’am?”
Michelle grinned and said, “Yes very helpful. Thank you.”
Angela nodded and stepped past Michelle and left them alone again.