"I can't believe they're still in there," Amanda commented, sliding her finger around the rim of her glass. "I mean, how much energy can two people have?"
Stuart smiled. "I told you, baby, they're a special couple. It wouldn't surprise me if they didn't come out until everyone else was gone."
Amanda felt a sudden need wash over her body. "Stuart, do you think they'd mind if we left without saying goodbye?"
Stuart leaned over and caressed her thigh before giving her a slightly suggestive kiss. "I think they'd understand." As they were leaving, Stuart watched Eddie leave his post. He hadn't seen John and Sarah make their way to the VIP room the first time, but now he saw them rushing toward the door. He may have thought more of it if Amanda wasn't so persuasive about their leaving…for now he thought that Frank and Eva must have "finished" and that John and Sarah wanted the room for themselves.
"John, what the hell are you doing now?" Sarah asked, following him.
Sounded disgusted with her, John said, "Just make the same arrangements with Tricia as before, O.K.?"
"Fine, but I'm coming too." Sarah quickly found Tricia, then made her way to John, who was already peeking inside the room. He couldn't believe that the two people he saw in there were the same ones that were behaving as animals a few minutes earlier.
Frank and Eva were still on the floor, but they were on their sides, facing each other. Frank was running his fingers through Eva's hair. "Well," he said softly, "this evening certainly has been a memorable one, love."
Eva smiled at him, then pressed her body against his. "It was a bit, um, intense, Frankie…but, I think that there's really only one way that we can end it properly."
Frank smiled back at her. "I see. Do you mean something along the lines of…" He wrapped his arms around Eva and began to kiss her in the most sensual of ways.
"No way," Sarah whispered. "There is no possible way that they can…" But before she could finish her sentence, Frank was trailing kisses all over Eva's body.
A smile spread across Eva's face as she closed her eyes and sighed, "I love you."
As Frank continued to worship his young wife's body with his lips, he replied, "And I you, my love." He then delicately placed himself on top of Eva and began to make love to her.
The couple being watched was now behaving in stark contrast compared with their earlier "show." Gentle, graceful movements replaced Frank's previously rigorous thrusts; Eva's loud vocals and clawing had been subdued into soft-spoken words and loving caresses.
While John continued in his voyeurism, Sarah left, making her way to the ladies' room. She looked at herself in the mirror, jealousy eating at her. How could Frank behave in two such different ways with the same woman…with her sister? She knew full well that Eva thought of sex in the way she had just witnessed: romanticized, intimate…in Sarah's eyes, boring. Yet earlier, she saw her sister begging for Frank to be nothing short of brutal with her. She began to tingle as she felt her desire for Frank grow. If he could make her "sweet, innocent" sister want to behave like a slut…Oh, God…the things he could make her do.
John grew a bit tired of watching Frank and Eva being so damned "in love." He retreated to the bar and ordered yet another drink. He sat there, fantasizing about Eva. She had always preferred John to be gentle with her in bed. She claimed that it just "wasn't comfortable" when he got too forceful in his movements. Well, she certainly outgrew that phase. John imagined Eva back in his bed, begging him to hold her down, to do whatever he wanted to do to her to please his physical need. These thoughts had drowned out the vision of Frank and Eva making love and once again, he began to feel rather "constricted." He saw Sarah emerge from the bathroom and he rushed to her, grabbing her wrist. "C'mon," he said before roughly kissing her.
John took Sarah into the alley behind the club; he pushed his lips against hers as he forcefully backed her into the wall of the building. He immediately pulled up her skirt (not that there was much to pull up) and unzipped his pants. Sarah was very aware of who John was thinking of, but she didn't care. She closed her eyes and thought of Frank. John was literally slamming his hips into hers, the brick of the building scouring her skin; she bit her lip to keep herself from saying Frank's name. John reached his peak in a minimal amount of time…Sarah was hardly as satisfied as Eva was, but she knew that soon would change.