Warning: There be lemons and illicit illegal substances.


Later that evening, Eric is at a party. The room is filled with Hollywood's beautiful people. Waiters wander about with trays of champagne and hors d'oeuvres. Eric, his bowtie undone and draped around his neck, is sitting at a table speaking loudly with a group of people. His award is on the table. Everyone is laughing as he drinks straight from a bottle of champagne.

Various people come over to congratulate him. He schmoozes. He flirts. He smiles at people he dislikes and makes small talk. His manager, Pam, would be so proud of how well he's playing the game, except the drinking part. She'd probably prefer he lay off the booze.

Across the room, he sees his father, Jack, and his father's wife, Anne. His father lifts his glass in salute. Eric raises the bottle and prays that the old man won't come over to talk to him. He doesn't.

~0~

Eric lives in a glass walled home in the Hollywood Hills. From his living room, you can see the lights of LA twinkling in the haze. It's four in the morning, maybe later. There roughly a dozen people in the living room. Music is playing at a moderate volume. There are numerous of bottles of liquor of varying fullness littered around the room.

Eric is seated on the couch, next to a couple that is making out enthusiastically. He doesn't even notice. He leans over to do a few lines of cocaine off the glass-topped coffee table then takes sips of Jack Daniels straight from the bottle.

His fiancée walks over holding hands with an attractive brunette in a satin gown. She sits and giggles as he pulls her into his lap. He gives her a drunken kiss on the forehead and she kisses him on the lips. She is wiping at her nose, as is her companion.

"Ready to go upstairs baby?" Yvetta asks with a grin.

"I'm not tired," he answers, shaking his head.

Yvetta giggles. "Who said anything about sleeping?" She leans forward and runs her finger down his chest where he has unbuttoned his shirt. She looks up into his eyes. "I just thought you might want to join the party upstairs..."

She rises from his lap and moves over to where her companion is waiting. She takes the woman's hand and disappears down the hallway. Eric watches them walk away before turning back to his friends.

"If you'll excuse me gentlemen, a host must not neglect his guests," he says. Everyone laughs in response. He follows after the women.

~0~

Eric's bedroom has no curtains and is all glass. The room is lit by the lights of the city. Eric enters the room and shuts the door slowly behind him. He finds his fiancée and her companion dancing seductively and hugging each other. Each woman extends her hand to him, extending an invitation to join their play.

"Ladies," he says.

He kisses his fiancée before turning his head to kiss the other woman. Yvetta unbuttons the rest of his shirt. He pushes the straps of the other woman's dress down of her shoulders, and the garment slides down her body. She drops to her knees and begins to undo his belt while he works his shirt off.

Yvetta grabs his face and starts kissing him. He undoes the back of her dress. The other woman has opened his pants and takes him in her mouth. Eric drops his head back with a groan. His fiancée takes a moment to step out of her dress, revealing her underwear and garters. She returns to kiss him again and he presses down on her shoulders, pushing her to her knees. She changes places with the other girl, sucking his cock as she works his pants and boxers the rest of the way down.

The woman stands and Eric pushes her dress the rest of the way off, revealing that she is only wearing a lacy thong. He yanks her forward and shoves his hand down the front of her panties. She gasps as his fingers penetrate her.

Yvetta releases his erection with a wet pop and rises to her feet. She comes to stand behind the other woman, running her fingers down her shoulders and over her breasts. She makes eye contact with Eric and smiles wickedly. Eric leans over the girl's shoulder to kiss his fiancée. With a whimper, the other woman nuzzles into their liplock. Yvetta opens her mouth to her.

Eric shuffles them back towards the bed.


A/N: I apologize if the lemons are awkward. I'm not a writer of love scenes. This was also originally conceived in the format of a screenplay, and writing camera angles into prose is rather difficult business, especially for an amateur like me. I know, I kept referring to the third girl in the threesome as "the other woman" I tried not to, but I refuse to give her a name. That was on purpose. Eric and Yvetta have so little regard for her, her identity is irrelevant. (That's my great deep authorial revelation right there.)