The Club

The club they were in was crowded, hot and dark. The music was loud and thumping. Conversation was basically impossible and after a few quickly consumed drinks, James worked up the courage to ask Ryan to dance. Marissa watched as Ryan tried to process the invitation … obviously in shock. She could see that he initially thought that he was joking but then realised that James was deadly serious and she thought that it was probably the first serious gay proposition that Ryan had ever received. She was about to intervene before Ryan shot James down in flames, when Ryan stopped her. Marissa was scared. She knew that for all his bravado, James was very sensitive and she didn't want Ryan to hurt him. But Ryan smiled at her and then turned to James and thanked him for the invitation but declined gracefully and so James, never to be denied, pulled Emma out on to the dance floor.

Marissa realised that James obviously hadn't expected Ryan to accept but had decided not to die wondering. She smiled across at Ryan, mouthing a thank you too him for his consideration in dealing with her friend and then took Ryan's hand and quickly followed James and Emma on to the dance floor. Ryan didn't object to dancing with Marissa. Much as he still wasn't that keen on dancing, he knew that it was so crowded, that they would be doing no more than holding each other and moving in time with the music. And if it meant that he would be able to hold Marissa tightly to him, then he wasn't about to resist.

Marissa had had just enough to drink to lower her inhibitions and she began to bump and grind against Ryan putting on quite a display. The feeling of wearing no underwear was strangely liberating and she turned her back to him and moved in so that there was nothing between them and began to move against him again. Ryan held her to him; his hands moving lower on her hips to hold her firmly against his growing erection. Knowing that she had nothing on underneath was sending him crazy. She moved her body over his in a display of almost wanton sexuality.

Karl and Sasha stood watching the display. "I may have underestimated her." Sasha commented. "Maybe she is up for our game. Who would have guessed that little Miss Perfect could get down and dirty? She's looks like she's about to do him on the dance floor. I guess that it just took the right guy to come along and bring out this side in her." She said thinking that she had obviously been totally right about Ryan's prowess. If he could get Marissa to behave like that, then he obviously had awakened a side of Marissa that they had never seen before. She could feel the jealousy instantly course through her veins.

Earlier that day she had seen a photo of Ryan in the morning's newspaper that had been snapped by the paparazzi outside Marissa's apartment and she now knew just who he was. Besides being gorgeous, he was also a successful architect and a multi-millionaire. She'd decided after reading the article that she would have to change her mind about him. She didn't want him just for a fuck anymore. She wanted him …. To keep. She'd never thought that she would say that about any guy. But then she'd never met a guy like Ryan before. He was an exception to the rule. No one else seemed any the wiser about just who Ryan was and she'd decided not to share the information. Better to limit her competition. And looking at Marissa and the spell that she was weaving on Ryan … Sasha realised that she did have serious competition. She was glad that she had Karl on her side to help.

Sasha's words only made Karl even angrier than he already was. Watching the woman that he'd decided to settle down with as she basically offered herself to another guy on the dance floor, was only making him even more upset. He no longer wanted a bit of Ryan. He was sure that the sex would be good … probably great … if they could get them all together and there was no doubt that he'd still like to see him naked but for some reason Ryan now freaked him out and intimidated him. He wasn't sure if it was because he had been able to bring out this wanton side of Marissa when Karl obviously had never been able to or what? Maybe it was because he was just too good looking or the casual air of confidence that he had, or the sexual vibe that seemed to emanate from him just under the surface. He didn't know. Karl had decided it was all too much for him. All he knew for sure was that he wanted this new Marissa even more than he did the old one. And Ryan was putting her further and further out of his reach and making it even more difficult for him.

Sasha pulled him out on to the dance floor. "Let's dance and maybe we can swap partners after a while?" she suggested.

Karl nodded and moved behind her as they moved to join the others.

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Marissa and Ryan were all over one another and Sasha and Karl watched waiting to decide just when and how to move in.

Marissa was getting hot and sweaty and she noticed that the few drinks that she had consumed had gone straight to her head. She smiled at Ryan "I'm feeling a little under the weather. I'm just going to go to the bathroom and splash some cold water on my face." She explained screaming over the loud music hoping to make her self heard.

"Okay I'll go and get us a couple of waters." Ryan replied indicating the crowded bar with a nod of his head.

Marissa nodded that she'd understood and then left in search of the bathroom.

Sasha watched the exchange and then lent in to Karl. "Go now. You'll never get a better opportunity. Just do what ever you have to do to keep her with you." She said pushing him off in Marissa's direction.

Karl quickly followed Marissa. He knew that this might be his only chance to get her alone. She and Ryan had seemed to be joined at the hip all night. He just knew that he would have to get through to her somehow.

Sasha watched Karl's receding figure and then studied Ryan as he stood as the crowded bar. She was almost salivating he looked so delicious and she knew that it would be quite some time before he got served and also if Karl did his job then it would be quite some time before Marissa returned … if in fact she returned at all. She knew that if Karl was successful with his mission, then he would be escorting Marissa home as soon as possible. After a few minutes had passed she decided that she couldn't wait any longer. She wanted to get her hands on Ryan and so she made her way over to stand behind him at the crowded bar and then decided to make her move. She slipped a hand inside the back of his pants just as she'd watched Marissa do on a couple of occasions already tonight and was surprised but delighted to feel the naked cheek. It was soft and smooth, no fuzz. Just as she liked it. She couldn't wait to run her lips and tongue over it. Knowing that he was going commando made her even more bold as she moved to stand behind him, cuddling up to him and wrapping her hands around his waist so she could slip one hand down the front of his pants to reach for his crown jewels. They were all she'd dreamed about for the last few nights and she could feel the heat and wetness build between her own legs as her hand zeroed in on its target.

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Ryan felt the hand creep down inside his jeans to cup his bare cheek and couldn't help but smile. She moved closer behind him to wrap her hands around him and then he noticed the hand slipping inside the front of his pants reaching for his equipment. He could feel his manhood spring to life at the touch. He pressed his hand against hers, holding it in place to stop it advancing any further and tried to look ahead hoping that no one else would notice just what was going on if he didn't react. He couldn't help but think that maybe going Commando should be mandatory in dark nightclubs with his wife and asked "I know that you wanted to be able to grope me …. But don't you think we should wait until we get home before you do that. We are in a public place?" He said and continued trying to catch the bartender's eye as he enjoyed her touch.

"I don't mind doing it anywhere." She purred softly into his ear.

Ryan was startled as he turned to face the voice. It was not the one he expected. "What?" As he turned, the hand inside his pants grabbed for his growing hard on.

"Want a fuck?" Sasha asked clearly and plainly.

"No." Ryan said removing her hand from inside his pants immediately.

"I think this proves otherwise." she said as she grabbed for his hardness again. It was all she'd hoped it would be and she was feeling weak in the knees just thinking about what she could do with it. Now that she'd been up close and personal with it she wanted him even more … if that was even possible.

Ryan quickly grabbed her by the wrists and held her hands away from him. "When I do, it'll be with Marissa." He stated clearly.

"Marissa's not here right now." Sasha commented reaching for him again.

"No. I said I'm not interested. She'll be back soon." Ryan assured her looking towards the doorway that led to the bathrooms.

"Not as soon as you think." Sasha replied cryptically.

Ryan looked back at her puzzled and wondered what she meant.

"Don't worry. Karl's looking after her." She explained.

Ryan tried to move passed her and towards the doorway that led to the bathrooms but Sasha grabbed for his crotch yet again. "If you really want her, then I guess that we can make it a foursome but they have got a head start on us. He could already be inside her by now."