This chapter is set a fair bit forward in the story - around Floor 30 in my notes - so consider it a very long trailer for what will happen... eventually. Also, my first actually finished attempt at smut, so any comments on it are welcome, just... be kind please. (I am not responsible for any clawing of eyeballs my work generates though.)

Interlude - Life of the Party

If you asked Jet where his least favourite places on Earth or Aincrad were, chances are that you'd get two answers. The first, usually a joke, was a stab at his home city, followed by a second, more generic answer, that of parties. Especially parties that took place in gigantic, opulent houses… like the one he was currently attending.

Apparently a fundraiser for the HOA, at least according to Asuna, and hadn't that discussion been somewhat sour in nature, he thought. A social dunce, he may have been, but there was unsubtle, and so obvious it may as well be a tap dancing elephant. Asuna's feelings on the fundraiser had been made painfully clear, without saying so much as a word...

However, they had been invited, as ''friends of the guild'', at least according to Diavel, and so the group had made an effort in their appearances. Thanks to the resident fashionista, and a ''master tailor'' as Liz had described her, they'd all had formal wear made for them... and thanks to some clever negotiating, put them on the tab of the HOA, by reason of ''Well, if you want us to attend, we need formal wear, and it's expensive...''. Between them, it had surprised no one that group had somewhat colour coded themselves, as usual - Jet being the only exception, as purple tuxedos were hard to come by... so he'd settled for a purple tie instead.

That hadn't stopped them being stood around the mansion looking like extremely overdressed lemons however. The building itself towered over everything around it, and the younger members of the guilds appeared to have been recruited to serve drink and the closest to horderves that Aincrad had to offer. Something about it left a sour taste in Jet's mouth, and he was entirely certain it wasn't the food and drink... ''You ever feel like you really don't belong somewhere?'' he whispered to his girlfriend beside him.

She nodded in agreement, pulling at her dress awkwardly. She may have been fashion conscious, but that didn't mean that was fashionable was actually comfortable. Take her dress for example, it was something she'd designed herself, so it would fit her perfectly... yet it would've been more comfortable if she'd gone in a rubbish sack. Certainly less tight anyway... ''Just a little. It almost feels like we're part of high society...''

Jet, currently looking like an underpaid servant of the houses mentioned, rolled his eyes. ''Well, you three do. I feel like a butler... I look like one too!'' He looked towards his girlfriend, who suddenly had a devious look in her eyes, the look she usually had just before... ''Oh. Ooh... Well, she did say she'd be more comfortable out of that dress...'' he thought to himself, before Koharu gave a rather confident sounding excuse for their impending disappearance to the girls...

''We're just going to get some air. It's getting a bit stuffy in here.'' Rain smiled innocently at the pair, as she responded to them.

''Don't worry, we'll cover for you if anyone asks.''

''You're a star, Rain!'' Jet gave her a smile and a thumbs up as the pair left the main hall.

''I might go and get some fresh air myself, see if they're okay.'' Rain admitted, before Phillia started laughing under her breath at the redhead's naivety.

''Oh, you sweet summer child...'' She shook her head whilst wearing a grin that the Cheshire Cat would be proud of.

''Why am I-Diavel!'' She began to ask, before a familiar blue haired knight appeared in her periphery, changing to her polite tone of voice.

''No, you're Rain?'' Phillia asked in confusion, before a frantically mimed gesture from Rain and her thumb clued her in. ''Oh, sorry Diavel, didn't see you there.''

''It's no problem you two. I hope you're enjoying the party?'' Diavel asked cordially, a air of politeness in his voice, as the blue haired knight stood in front of them in a white tuxedo jacket, and jet black trousers. Whilst Rain wasn't as fashion conscious as Koharu, she knew that Diavel's suit was expensive. The kind of expensive that you didn't buy, but rather you invested in. A status symbol that told people ''I have money, and I want you to know.''. The kind of suit that being the leader of a major guild gave you the Col to purchase.

''Oh yeah, it's...'' Phillia felt like gritting her teeth together, but she had to be pleasant for once. She wholeheartedly understood Asuna's obvious, yet unspoken, hatred of these sorts of events. It felt like a load of self important people in a room together, attempting to measure their dicks against each other. For obvious reasons, she couldn't say that, so she settled with the next best option... ''...an experience.''

''I'm glad to hear it, but I was expecting all four of you?'' Diavel asked, somewhat confused at the couple's absence. Rain and Phillia both looked at each other, with a ''he can't be serious'' look, before Phillia spoke...

''Oh, they're about. They've gone to have a private discussion about Rwanda.'' She answered, earning a rather confused look from Diavel for it, and an equally blank one from Rain.

''I.. see?'' He didn't. ''Well, tell them I enquired about them, if you would be so kind Phillia.'' She nodded, as he walked away still very confused. Phillia rolled her eyes, before muttering something about not being a secretary. Rain just looked blankly at her, before asking the obvious question...

''Rwanda? Why did that pop into your mind?''

''Blame Strea for that. She was the one who told me that ''discussing Rwanda'' is a code for ''they've gone to have sex''.'' Phillia shrugged, as if she weren't embarrassed having just said that out loud. Rain felt her face light up... almost as if her blush had caught fire. ''Uhh, Rain?''

''Yes?'' She tried her best to smile sweetly, but it came across almost broken in nature. The twitching eye didn't help on that look either.

''You're picturing them doing that now, aren't you?'' Phillia grinned slightly, knowing that was exactly what Rain was doing.

''No.'' She lied as she started to walk off, deciding she needed that fresh air now, before sprinting away at full pelt. Yes, she still had a slight thing for Jet, and Koharu was undoubtedly beautiful, but that didn't mean she wanted to picture them like that! She groaned, as she tried desperately to suppress that image...

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A few minutes had passed, and the couple had found a room, a reasonable distance from the main hall. It was probably a master bedroom of some kind, and as such, was considerably more ornate than any of the inn rooms they stayed in so far. Not that they'd be staying here for too long... any longer than about ten minutes, and people would start to get suspicious. That, and leaving Phillia to explain their absence already filled him with a sense of dread...

A sense of dread that soon evaporated as Koharu stepped into the room. He found himself mesmerised by the sway of her hips in that dress, his eyes following each movement without fail. ''Ahh, Jethro, could you help me be off with this dress?'' She spoke seductively, putting on her best impression of a upper class femme fatale, whilst the look she gave was one that had only one interpretation - ''come hither''. A small part of Jet cringed at the use of Phillia's nickname for him, especially whilst the couple were roleplaying as lady of the house and her butler making love, but that part was soon suppressed and thrown deep into the pits of his mind...

''Of course, mi'lady.'' Koharu turned away, her back facing Jet. Without hesitation, he began to undo the fasteners on her dress, each one coming undone increasingly faster as he got the hang of the task in hand. To Koharu though, each one came undone with a gentle touch that she could only describe as rehearsed. Her dress fell away from her, and revealed her lingerie clad body to her boyfriend/butler, and to him, it truly was a sight to behold.

A pair of emerald green lace panties and a similarly lacy bra covering her chest, alongside a black garter belt around her waist, holding a pair of sheer stockings, which covered her legs up to her shapely thighs... All of this made Jet feel considerably more hot and bothered, even more so than he had before.

Whilst he couldn't see from his position behind her, and he was already too busy admiring her backside in the lingerie, the look on her face made clear just how much she was enjoying this so far. Whether it was the fact she enjoyed showing herself off, albeit in private, the roleplaying as mistress and valet, or the fact she had basically rendered her boyfriend - a man with an answer for everything - speechless and awestruck, she couldn't say. She was certain it was all three of them, and probably a few other things too, the most obvious being the sense of control she felt she had over him, as she adjusted, and lowered her panties slightly. Not enough to reveal anything that couldn't already be seen, but the teasing alone was clearly driving him crazy as she felt his breath on her neck.

''Continue.'' She spoke huskily, her accent not being quite as good as she believed it to be... though that didn't matter, as her butler obliged almost before she'd finished the single word command. He demonstrated the same finesse with the fasteners on her bra as he had her dress, and before too long, she felt the pressure of the strap disappear, and his hands on her shoulders, as he removed the straps from there too, her bra falling to her floor, exposing her breasts to the air around them.

She felt herself fighting a grin, and trying to stay in character as she felt a hand wander downwards and cupped her bosom, beginning to play with her nipple, as he placed kisses on her neck and cheeks from behind. As she fought back gasps and giggles at the barrage of pleasure, she felt a hand playing with her ass, squeezing it and gently slapping it, and she was spurred into action. She ran her hand down the front of her panties, and started toying with herself, the sensations building as she did so, and her moans becoming increasingly loud, and more frequent. An idea popped into her head as she felt her inhibitions vanish for the moment, and she whispered to her lover, ''Spank me properly.''

*SMACK* Without hesitation, a hand made a forceful impact with her pert ass, and she gasped at the tingling sensation she now felt on her backside. With a sense of lust in her voice, she commanded, ''Again!'' as she presented her backside with a slight wiggle.

*SMACK* ''Again!'' She moaned, as his hand made contact again, and she felt herself getting wetter.

*SMACK* ''Ah-ah! Don't stop!'' The combined sensations began to well up, and she felt as if she needed an immediate release… ''Puh-please…'' she gasped, trying to reach over to kiss her boyfriend, but getting his ear rather than his lips. She whispered into her lover's ear ''Muh-my pussy, huh, needs attending to…'' She spoke not even bothering with the impression, and attempting to sound seductive, but she merely sounded exhausted instead.

''I am at your beck and call, mi'lady.'' Jet spoke, affecting the most ridiculous posh accent he could, a fact that went unnoticed as the pair changed positions, Koharu now leaning against the wall of the bedroom, whilst Jet knelt down in front of her. She felt his hands on her thighs, as he parted her legs, and began to pull down her now soaked panties.

She felt a shudder run through her core as his tongue slipped in through her slit, and the shuddering grew more and more intense as he continued his oral assault on her, before she could take it no more, and her moans became far more primal, and with no care of any possibility of anyone hearing them. ''Fu-fu-Fuck! Fu-fuck me, pleassee…'' She gave up all pretense of being in control of anything, and let her urges take control instead.

She watched as Jet stood up, and almost without hesitation, dropped his trousers and boxers, leaving himself naked below the waist. She gave him a teasing smirk, before he inserted himself, and leant into her, kissing her passionately, both moaning into each other with pleasure.

For the next half an hour, and between each thrust, kiss and moan, the rest of the world had seemingly ceased to exist to the couple, it was just them taking each other in with no care for anything else, until she was snapped out of her reverie by Jet grunting and moaning, as he spoke with some urgency, ''Koharu, I'm gonna-'' She didn't respond, pulling him back into their make out session, as she felt a warm sensation inside of her. Despite having just came, he continued to thrust into her, until she felt her fingers and toes curl and she cried out in pleasure, her voice no longer muffled by his mouth wrapped around her lips.

Both now thoroughly exhausted by the session of love making, they collapsed onto the king size bed, and laughed slightly. Koharu was the first to voice what they were both thinking, in between her fits of giggling… ''Did we really just sneak off from a party to have sex in someone else's bedroom?''

''We did…'' Jet laughed.

''Do you reckon the others know?''

''We've been gone for… oops, about half an hour.'' Jet rubbed his forehead, to wipe away the sweat that had built up. ''Yeah, they know.''

''How do you reckon they'll react?'' Koharu had her own thoughts, but she wanted to hear someone else say them.

''Phillia'll laugh, and tease us slightly. Rain won't be able to look us in the eyes for a week. We should probably get back to them, shouldn't we?'' Jet said, a slightly guilty tone in his voice.

''Yeah… or we could do that again, in like, five minutes?'' Koharu teased, as trying to reach up to Jet's neck to kiss him, as he re-equipped his tuxedo.

''Maybe wait till we get home, and we don't have to be quiet then…''

''That was half the fun though…'' Koharu whined, in a different way than earlier, as she redressed herself.

''I'm dating a nymphomaniac, aren't I?'' Jet asked, as Koharu grinned behind him. It wasn't as if he'd have it any other way, though. For better or worse, Koharu was the woman he'd fell in love with, even if she had a sex drive that would make rabbits wince…

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Now fully dressed, the couple opened the door, to head back to the party, and lo and behold…Rain and Phillia, both stood there, a shade of red that was redder than Rain's hair, and looking as guilty as puppies that had torn up their owners slippers. Phillia was the first to break the awkward silence… ''Heh heh, uhh, hi… you uhh, may want to be a little quieter next time?''

Both Jet and Koharu went the same shade of red, having been told that, whilst Jet put his head into his hands and groaned about letting the universe take him out of his misery…

{Author's Comments}

I hope you've enjoyed this brief look into the... I have no idea on what you'd actually call it, of my writing process. If I've got an idea that I don't plan to put into An Englishman itself, or I actually get any of my older work up to an acceptable standard to post, it'll be in here.

This probably won't be updated with any real schedule, just when I think I've got something for it.

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Signing off, Midland 2541.