“Cami strikes again,” Nat giggled, and I couldn’t help but join in. Stacy walked over to us, raising her eyebrows at our behavior. She looked amazing as well in a white bra and panty set, making her look innocent despite the barely-there material. Her short hair looked sleek and stylish, a look I’d never be able to pull off, and she made it look flawless.
Looking down at my own red set of lingerie with the garter belt and thigh highs, I now realized why they’d been so insistent I go all out. “Well, at least you girls made me look hot.”
Chuckling, we started to head toward the door when Cami had finally disengaged from her kiss. She looped her arm through mine and pulled me with her. She sighed a moment later, resting her head on my shoulder as we walked.
“She’s just so fucking perfect.”
“Lark seems pretty great. I have to admit, watching you two together definitely turned me on.”
My face heated, but I wasn’t embarrassed, really. Cami smiled up at me, a twinkle in her eye. “Girl, I’m gonna get you to kiss me someday, and then you won’t know what hit you!”
Nat groaned in front of us, tossing over her shoulder, “Not again, Cams. You’re not the Godfather of kisses.”
We all laughed as we finally walked through the doors, and immediately I could tell the difference from Illusion.
“Whoa.”
The place was dark, little lights twinkled throughout in various places, and a different feeling of seduction could be felt in the area. There were soft couches in quiet corners as men and women sipped cocktails, lounging in barely-there clothing, and well for some, it wasn’t there at all.
Leaning closer to Nat, I whispered, “Um, I think I can see that man’s penis!”
Nat giggled, shaking her head as she pulled me over. Her eyes were fixed on a beautiful man working the bar area. When he saw her approaching, he smiled wide, and I noticed how his eyes zeroed in on her. He was tall, like very, very tall, and his dark skin shimmered under the soft lights. His head was shaved, his eyes dark but open and friendly. He had a gorgeous smile that seemed to make Nat go weak at the knees as she leaned into me.
“Isn’t he gorgeous?”
“He’s very attractive. I take it, you know him?”
“Mmm hmm. That’s Byron, my fuck buddy.”
“Girl, now who’s lying to themselves? You’re both looking at each other like you hung the moon. There’s more than fucking there.”
Her face shut down a little, and I regretted calling her out, but she shook her head, her smile returning. “Nah, it’s just lust. He’s the perfect type of guy to have for the physical stuff. He’s hot, his dick is huge, and he knows how to work it. What more could I need?”
“I don’t know, comfort? Companionship? Intimacy?”
“Ew, gross. No, I’m telling you, dick a la carte is the way to go.”
The therapist part of me could hear the lie and wanted to explore it, help her see what she was fearful of, but the friend part of me knew it wasn’t my place to dig through her subconscious. Especially when we were out on a girl’s night in our bras and panties. Nah, that was a conversation that required more clothing and preferably some type of pastry. Hard things always sounded better with baked goods!
Dropping it, I let her keep her delusion, knowing she’d been hurt by Mason the creep and didn’t seem ready to peel that bandage off yet. Squeezing her arm, I kept it light and fun, knowing that was what she needed right then. “Well, introduce me to your favorite snack.”
Nat looked at me, a laugh escaping her. “That’s pretty good, Lor. We’ll have you speaking the lingo in no time.”
She pulled me the rest of the way, and the gorgeous man leaned down, drinking her in. He glanced at me, holding out his hand. “Ah, you must be Loren?”
“Oh wow, that’s some voice you have there!” I fanned myself before remembering his hand and quickly placed mine in his. He chuckled, and it was almost just as sexy as his voice. Byron squeezed my hand softly and winked when he let go. Shit, he had one of those deep, velvety smooth voices that rolled through you like butter. I couldn’t even stop the full body shudder that rolled through me. It was demanded, and well, he deserved the accolades.
“Byron’s a voice actor and does this in-between gigs.”
“Whoa, that’s cool, and I can totally see why. I’d buy anything you sold.”
He winked before returning to his role for the evening. “What can I get you ladies started with?”
Nat leaned against the bar, her cleavage even more pronounced with the move and licked her lips suggestively. “She’ll have the special, and I’ll have you.”
Damn, Nat was bold. I kind of envied her ability to just lay it out there like that. Byron flicked his gaze to me first and then back to Nat. “One special coming up.” He walked off, and that was when I could see what he wore, or barely wore as it was. He had a little bow tie around his thick neck, shirtless, and a tiny g-string banana hammock. Or maybe his anaconda was so massive it made it look tiny. His ass cheeks flexed as he moved, and when he turned back around, I wondered how in the Hell Nat could walk after riding that beast.
“You weren’t lying. I think that’s the biggest dick I’ve ever seen. I’m impressed, girl, like whoa,” I whispered to Nat.