| | It had been six weeks since his trip to hell, and Will had discovered he had quite a fetish for watching people have sex in public. A flash of skin here, a wanton moan there, and that frenzied sigh when release has finally been achieved. He had scouted out every club and lounge in the area with loose rules and discreet areas, perfect for a little exhibitionism. He would not let the journalist in him analyze this new fetish - if it was just pent up testosterone, or if he was actually hoping to catch her again.
Tonight he was at Purgatorio, a darkly lit martini lounge with rows of rich velvet semi-private booths and curtained nooks lit by halcyon neon lighting, giving that celluloid movie theater feel. It was a classy place, frequented by yuppies, with soulful instrumental music filling the air. He had come here with some of his new coworkers from the travel magazine. What a relief to find a new group that went out for at least one weekly drink night. Francie was continuing her warden impersonation, and Sydney just wasn't in town that often.
They hadn't spoken about that night. It wasn't Will and Sydney who bumped into each other at the Inferno - just two strangers, but the extremely sated smile she wore was branded on his mind. Ever since Paris, he had known there was a hidden wild side to Sydney somewhere beneath her conservative business suits and almost virginal long brown hair. That he had seen it in action by chance had been ample fuel for his imagination. Of course he knew that her heart was taken, but what harm could there be in a few fantasies?
Most of the group had already called it a night, but he and Cindy were still racking up the drinks. It had become a habit that they would be the last ones to leave. She was a sassy redhead, and there was definitely a connection between them; but even though Will was desperate to get laid, he wasn't ready to deal with all the strings attached to a new relationship. He was still trying to sort out who he had become in the last six months. That and he had already been burned once before by dating a coworker.
The waitress returned with their latest round of drinks. Cindy giggled and whispered mischievously, "Do you think she's a prostitute?" She motioned to a tall leggy blond in the curtained nook across from their booth.
Will looked up at the stunning woman. His eyes were drawn to her in a way that was hard to look away. She wore black strappy stilettos and a knee-length black halter dress that was cut almost down to the navel in front, and had a side slit showing a tempting expanse of well-toned thigh. Attitude surrounded her like a cloak. She wore an overall bored expression on her face but gave a genuine smile to the waitress who had returned with her latest drink.
"I don't know, what makes you say that?" He asks leaning to whisper into her ear, feeling a bit mischievous at their proximity.
"Well, she looks very sophisticated, but that could be a cover. And she's shot down the last three guys who approached her. She's either waiting for the right amount or the right guy. Oh, here comes her next victim."
Will turned his head and saw none other than Michael Vaughn, still in his work suit, but the tie missing and collar open in an attempt to distance himself from the office. Suddenly the girl in the fuck me heels clicked into place, and Will grinned as a thrill traveled down his spine.
Vaughn approached the blonde and asked her a question. She smiled demurely and slightly nodded her head giving him permission to sit down. Both feigned ignorance of their familiarity as the waitress came and took their order and brought them a round of martinis.
Cindy placed a hand on Will's knee and leaned in so that she was almost in his lap. "No, she's probably not a call girl, but I do think she is looking for a very casual encounter."
"And you think that guy will do it for her?"
"He's different from the others - he's got a certain sincere charm and respectful restraint. The parade of other guys just immediately asked how much she was or put their money on the table." Her thumb is casually tracing circles on the inside of his knee.
When they looked back at the other couple, the curtain had been drawn, preventing too many outside eyes from prying in on their moment. But the curtain had not been closed all the way, and from the angle Will was sitting, he could still see everything. He felt himself harden in anticipation. Cindy, however, was not privileged to the view, and was very curious to know more.
"Will, tell me what they're doing," she whispers conspiratorially.
He almost choked on the sip of martini he just took. He looked at curtain, and then back at Cindy, and saw a very naughty look in her eyes, that he swore had not been there a few minutes ago. She started to slide her hand up his inner thigh and nodded in encouragement.
"They're kissing, passionately, and she is climbing onto his lap. They're not wasting any time."
"Tell me more."
"He's sliding his hands over her breasts, slipping under the halter, teasing her nipples."
"And how does she react?"
"It's hard to tell, but it looks like she has her hand in his lap, stroking him."
Cindy's hand finally reaches Will's hard on and his voice jumps an octave. His eyes slip shut for a minute with the intensity of the contact, momentarily forgetting the sideshow in which his friend is unknowingly starring.
"Will?" She prods encouraging him to continue his commentary.
"She's getting up." Will is disappointed wanting there to be more to this encounter. But then his heart skips a beat as the object of his obsession kneels down in from of Vaughn. He's only dreamed of the sex kitten expression that he knows she must be wearing on her face. "Oh, yeah. She's gonna go down on him."
"That's so sexy - can you see him?"
"Yeah."
"No, I mean his cock - how big is he?"
Cindy continues to stroke Will from length to tip through his confining jeans, and he realizes that he will soon be in danger of embarrassing himself.
"Big" he manages to squeak out.
"How big?"
"I don't know, eight or nine inches? I'm not really in the habit of judging other men." It strikes him as ludicrous, but now he has the stray image Vaughn's cock in his own hands.
"Well, he's definitely got competition." She giggles and gives him a sly wink as she wets her lips.
"Oh my god, she's taking him in her mouth, all of him. He's bunching his hands in fists like he wants to hold her to him, but he's somehow restraining himself."
"This is getting good. What does his face look like?"
"Raw, primal." He is mesmerized watching his friend give head to her handler, her head bobbing up and down in his lap.
"She's withdrawing, letting the head of his cock pop out of her mouth, and it rebounds on her lips as she stares up at him. Oh, but he can't take it; he is pulling her back to him." And she's letting him he thinks, shocked that the calm and professional Vaughn could lose control and violate the gentlemanly code.
Cindy decides she needs a little attention too and spreads her legs wide under the table and takes Will's hand and places it under her short skirt. Will takes the hint, smirks back at her, and slowly, tantalizingly inches upwards.
"Is he going to come?" Her voice is a honeyed siren song forcing him back to the other couple.
"Oh, he wants to; he really wants to." His watches Michael's hips pump frantically, but is once again amazed at the agent's restraint. "Man this guy has willpower; he just stopped her."
"Obviously not paying by the hour. Maybe he wants to save something for later?" She purrs in his ear.
Will's attention is pulled back to Cindy. He kisses her and inches his hand higher and higher up her thighs. The other hand moves to cup her breast, daring to slip his thumb just inside her low-cut shirt. She whimpers in his mouth, excited that they are groping each other in public. After a moment they break the kiss to catch their breath, and Will resumes the game.
"He's pulling her up in front of him, making her stand facing away. His hands are pulling her skirt up above her waist.
"What is she wearing underneath?"
"A beaded g-string."
"And he's taking it off?"
"No," Will gulps, "He just ripped it off." He can just barely hear the spray of beads clattering on the floor. His mind captures the moment in freeze frame, storing it to replay later.
"A man who's not afraid to take what he wants; that's sexy."
Cindy is a little too smug in her comment, so Will decided to take the upper hand. He slides his fingers over her center expecting to find wet sticky panties, but is amused to discover that she isn't wearing any.
"Why Cindy, were you expecting something to happen tonight?"
"Maybe, and maybe I always go bare when I'm out in a bar. It keeps things interesting."
Will obliges her and continues his exploration of her wet lips slick with arousal.
"You have something in common with her." His fingers slide over her smoothness, and he slips two fingers inside her.
"And what is that?" She half moans.
"Blame it on Rio."
Now Cindy is laughing, and he can feel her inner muscles contract around his fingers.
"She's bare?"
"Like a little girl."
He can't believe he is saying these things, or even that he even knows this detail about these two women.
She catches his eyes, and says "I think I've been a bad girl."
"Yes, you have."
While absorbed in Cindy he misses his blonde straddle Vaughn and slowly sink onto him. When Will looks back, the agent and his angel have started that sweet rhythm, arms wrapped around each other, building towards their orgasm. The actual sex doesn't take them long; they exhibit the well-practiced moves of long-term lovers. Vaughn slides a hand between them and thumbs her into ecstasy right along with him. They stay wrapped in each other's embrace whispering into their ears unwilling to break the spell of the moment.
This part of the encounter is just too private to intrude on, so he devotes his attention to Cindy, capturing her lips in a searing kiss and puts his fingers to good use giving her the release she had been moaning for. Afterwards, he withdraws his hand from her skirt and sucks on his fingers, finally forgetting about Vaughn and his angel.
But Cindy has other ideas - she sees the temptress leave, and extracts herself from Will. She drags him by the hand, hurrying to grab the vacancy as soon as the man decides to leave.
Will has no choice but to bump into Vaughn as he exits the nook. Vaughn's sublime look quickly fades now that he has been caught. Will leans in to whisper, "Don't worry pal, I'm just hoping this spot will be as lucky for me as it was for you."
Vaughn nods in disbelief, and then turns to hastily exit the club.
TBC ??????
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