Chapter 25: Threesome
A woman with silvery hair slipped quietly into Mike’s arm. Their gazes locked, and his eyes flashed with silent appreciation.
She was a beauty no doubt. Her face was small and oval-shaped, with shimmering siren-like eyes that silently bewitched him. Her skin was pale and soft-looking, and though her expression held a sleepy kind of innocence, her smile though, was way toosuggestive, an opposite of the innocence she was portraying.
She wore a white dress that ended mid-thigh, but when Mike looked closer, he realized it was nearly transparent. He could see the curve of her breasts, large and tempting, and the soft pink tips of her hardened nipples.
She leaned in, trailing lazy circles on his chest with her fingers as if she had all the time in the world. Her lips barely moved, but her voice floated out, soft, slow and coquettish.
"Mister..."
Mike’s eyes deepened with lust. He opened his mouth to reply, but before he could get a word out, she was yanked back by the arm.
Another woman stood there, swaying – clearly drunk, but not really sloppy.
She wore a red dress, short and tight, the kind designed to be peeled off slowly. It clung to her like second skin, tracing every seductive curve. Her legs were long, pale, and perfect. Her dark hair was cut in a choppy bob that framed her sharp cheekbones, and her green eyes shimmered like wild forest light. Just beneath one of them sat a small red mole, like a drop of wine.
She grabbed Mike’s arm with both hands and clung to it, pressing her soft body against his.
Her voice was sharp and confident. "Fuck off ho. He’s mine tonight."