Chapter 1: Introduction
They were at the bar. Sasha was bored and spitting random words out. “I love the words ‘fuck me now’” she told Gabby. “I suppose I like them each my themselves, but I like them together, in that order the best….because you know, I like being fucked-
“I know…I know…” Gabby answered back blankly, begrudgingly sipping her amaretto sour.
“You didn’t let me finish. Where did I leave off…oh yeah. So I like getting fucked, but mainly I like getting fucked now. Because now means i won’t have to wait for it,” she sang in a mocking tone.
“Oh really? That’s what what means?” Gabby replied sarcastically, as she wearily rubbed her eyes with her fingers.
“And I love the word freedom too. Because it means I can do anything I want,” she explained, half sarcastic / half serious.
Gabby, her best friend since forever, rolled her eyes and looked right at Sasha. “Shut up…just shut up, you are going to give me a migraine, she said, but she couldn’t help but laugh. Sasha loved absurdity. As kids she loved Monty Python’s Flying Circus - show that Gabby COULD NOT understand. But she understood Sasha….obnoxious humor was her game. Gabby laughed more and more, and Sasha laughed too. She had a loud, infectious sound that got the attention of a few nearby patrons.
They were at The Velvet Lounge, a trendy bar downtown where the city’s young and restless came to let loose. The air was thick with the scent of expensive perfume and the smoke from a thousand cigarettes. The music pulsated through the dimly lit room, casting a sultry glow on the writhing bodies on the dance floor.
Sasha, with her wild curls and rebellious streak, was in her element.
She was wearing a dress that was more of an afterthought than an outfit, a thin strap of fabric that barely covered her breasts and ended mid-thigh. Gabby, on the other hand, was tucked away in a corner, her knees pressed together, her hands fidgeting with the hem of her conservative black dress.
“Relax, Gabby,” Sasha purred, leaning in to whisper in her friend’s ear. “We’re here to have fun, remember?” She glanced at the two men sitting at the bar, their eyes roaming over Sasha’s body like it was a buffet.
“Those guys have been checking us out,” Sasha whispered, her voice laced with mischief.
Gabby blushed, her eyes darting towards the men before quickly looking away. “Sasha, please,” she hissed, her voice barely audible over the thumping music. “You know I’m not into that kind of thing.”
Sasha chuckled, her hand sliding up Gabby’s thigh under the table. “Not into what, Gabbs? Having fun? Exploring?” Her fingers inched higher, brushing against the hem of Gabby’s dress.
Gabby shifted in her seat, her breath hitching.
"Sasha, stop it," she whispered, her cheeks flushed. "I'm not you. I can't just... I can't just do that."
Sasha leaned back, her eyes gleaming with a mix of amusement and challenge. "And why not, Gabbs? Why can't you just do it?"
Gabby fidgeted, her fingers twisting the straw in her drink. "Because... because it's not me. I'm not like you, Sasha. I can't just... show off."
Sasha raised an eyebrow. "Show off? Is that what you think this is?
A performance? It's not about showing off, Gabby. It's about feeling. Feeling alive, feeling free, feeling... desired." Sasha's eyes flicked to the two men at the bar, one of them now looking right at her, a smirk playing on his lips.
"Desired?" Gabby echoed, her voice barely a whisper.
Sasha nodded, her eyes never leaving the man's gaze. "Yes, desired. Wanted. Lusted after. It's a powerful feeling, Gabbs. And you deserve to feel it too."
Gabby looked at her, a mix of shock and intrigue in her eyes.
Sasha could see the question dancing on her lips, the hesitation in her body language. She was on the edge of something, and Sasha was eager to push her over.
"What if I don't want to feel that way?" Gabby asked, her voice barely audible over the thumping music.
Sasha turned to her, her eyes softening. "That's the thing about desire, Gabbs. It's not something you can control. It's a wild beast, and sometimes, it just takes over."
She saw the man at the bar stand up, his eyes locked on hers. He started walking towards them, his steps slow and deliberate.
“Oh fucking yeah. Gabe!” Yelled Sasha, as she banged on the table with an open palm, while keeping her eyes on the target before her.
Extremely embarrassed, Gabby looked around to see if anyone was staring at them, then she turned to Sasha with a glare. “What the fuck do you need my attention so badly for that you had to slap the fucking table???” She hissed, her voice clearly angry but below the volume of a whisper.
“Shut the fuck up, it was for dramatic effect and you ruined it, you dick,” Sasha abruptly whispered back quickly. “Now I have to make up for the lost 5 seconds, thanks to you. Okay Gabby - now THAT is an example of a “fuck me now” guy. “He thinks it and so do I.”
Gabby laughed and shook her head.
“Sasha, you’re insane. You’re going to get us kicked out of here.”
Sasha just grinned, her eyes locked on the approaching man. He was tall, with broad shoulders and a smirk that matched hers. He looked like trouble, and Sasha loved trouble.
As he reached their table, Sasha didn’t even bother to look at Gabby. She simply stood up, turned around, and bent over slightly, giving the man a clear view of her ass. She winked at him over her shoulder, her voice low and sultry. “Like what you see?”
Gabby gasped, her eyes wide with shock.
“Sasha!” she hissed, her hands covering her face.
The man’s eyes darkened as he took in the sight, a slow smile spreading across his face. “Damn, girl,” he said, his voice a low growl. “You’re not shy, are you?”
Sasha turned back to face him, a wicked smile on her lips. “Shy? No. But I do like a good dare.” She leaned in closer, her voice dropping to a whisper. “What do you think, Gabbs? Should we give him a show?”
Gabby’s face was beet red, but she didn’t move her hands from her face.
Sasha could see her friend was fighting a battle between embarrassment and curiosity.
The man chuckled, his eyes flicking between Sasha and Gabby. “So, what’s the dare, then?” he asked, his voice laced with amusement and challenge.
Sasha turned to Gabby, her eyes gleaming with mischief. “Come on, Gabbs. Don’t be a prude. It’s all about the thrill, right?” She leaned in, her voice a low whisper. “Show him your ass.”
Gabby’s eyes widened, her hands dropping from her face.
“What? No! I can’t—”
Sasha cut her off, her voice laced with playful impatience. “Gabbs, come on. Live a little. It’s just skin, right? And everyone has one.”
The man leaned against the table, his eyes never leaving Gabby. “Yeah, and some are much more fascinating than others,” he drawled, his voice oozing with innuendo.
Gabby shrank back, her fingers nervously twisting the hem of her dress. “I-I can’t. I’m not like you, Sasha. I can’t just…”
Sasha sighed dramatically, rolling her eyes.
“Gabbs, this isn’t a fucking movie. It’s just you and me, and a couple of horny guys who want to see some skin. Who cares?”
The man laughed, a deep, throaty sound that sent a shiver down Sasha’s spine. She loved the way he looked at Gabby, the way his gaze lingered on her, like he was trying to memorize every tiny detail of her face.
“You’re right,” he said, his voice softening. “It’s just us. And what’s the harm in a little fun?”
Gabby looked at him, her eyes wide and uncertain.
She bit her lip, her fingers still twisted in the fabric of her dress. She was on the edge, Sasha could see it. The thrill of the moment, the danger, the desire in the man's eyes - it was all too much, and not enough at the same time.
Sasha turned to the man, her eyes sparkling with challenge. "You know what? I'll make it interesting. If she shows us her ass, I'll….”
She stopped and looked around, then turned back to the guy. She whispered in his ear, “I’ll show you my anus.”
The man's eyes widened, a slow smile spreading across his face. He looked at Gabby, then back at Sasha, his voice a low growl.
Gabby, who has heard the whole thing, had decided that it was useless to resist….as she knew what was inevitably coming.
She felt a strange mix of embarrassment and excitement, the air between them thickening with an electric charge.
Gabby looked at Sasha, her eyes wide with shock and something else - a spark of curiosity, perhaps even desire.
“You’re serious?” she whispered, her voice barely audible over the pounding music.
Sasha grinned, her eyes never leaving the man’s. “Deadly. But only if you play along.” She turned to Gabby, her voice softening. It’s just a little fun. A little thrill.
That’s all Gabby told herself it would be. Just a little taste of the freedom Sasha talked about so much. She looked at her friend, at the challenge in her eyes, and at the man who was clearly eager for the show. She took a deep breath, her heart pounding in her chest, and stood up.
Sasha’s grin widened, and she winked at Gabby, a silent encouragement. Gabby turned away from the table, her fingers trembling as she reached for the zipper of her dress.
She could feel the weight of their eyes on her, the anticipation thick in the air. She took a deep breath and pulled the zipper down, inch by inch, her heart pounding in her chest.
As she exposed more of her back, the man's breath hitched, his eyes darkening with desire. Sasha watched, her own body responding to the charged atmosphere, a slow smile spreading across her face. She knew Gabby was nervous, but she also saw the flicker of excitement in her eyes.
Gabby's dress fell to the floor, pooling at her feet. She stood there in her lacy black bra and thong, her body quivering slightly.
She could feel the cool air on her exposed skin, the weight of their stares. She took a deep breath, steeling herself for what she knew was coming next. She turned to face them, her cheeks flushed, her eyes wide and scared. But there was something else there too, something she couldn't quite put her finger on. Excitement, maybe. Or was it just anxiety?
Sasha watched her friend, a mix of pride and arousal coursing through her. She could see the struggle in Gabby's eyes, the battle between her instinct to cover up and the thrill of being exposed. She knew Gabby was terrified, but she also knew she was turned on.
Sasha could see the goosebumps rising on Gabby's skin, the way her nipples hardened against the lace of her bra. She could see the desire in the man's eyes, the way he licked his lips as he looked at Gabby.
Sasha leaned in, her voice a low whisper. "You want to know what I think, Gabbs? I think you look fucking incredible. And I think that man over there wants to see more than just your back. Don't you, sweetheart?" she said, turning to the man with a wicked grin.
The man nodded, his eyes never leaving Gabby.