Chapter 2: Building Tension
As Lori left the dance floor and Chad behind, she walked up to James and announced that she was definitely going to sleep with another man is the opportunity arose.
His eyes widened slightly, but he managed to hide any sign of shock that might have revealed his true feelings.
"You've gotta be sure, babe," he said, his voice barely wavering. "I mean, I trust you completely, but..."
"But what?" asked Lori, her tone laced with a playful edge. "Are you worried I won't come home afterward?"
James sighed, shaking his head. "No, I'm not worried about that.
" James looked down at the polished surface of the bar, lost in thought. "I just want to make sure you're comfortable with everything. If you're unsure, we can leave."
Lori caressed his cheek tenderly, meeting his gaze. "Thank you, sweetheart. But I am ready. Let's find another willing participant and enjoy ourselves tonight."
Her words hung in the air like a challenge, daring anyone nearby to step up and join them. James glanced around, scanning the sea of faces for a suitable candidate.
He noticed a man standing alone by the bar, nursing a drink. The guy had an athletic build, short cropped hair, and a confident demeanor. "Hey, you see that guy over there?" he asked Lori, pointing discreetly toward the bar. "Think he'd be interested?"
Lori followed his gaze and saw the man in question. "Yeah, he's kinda cute," she admitted, her voice softening. "But I'm looking for someone who makes me feel a deep desire?"
They exchanged smiles, both acknowledging the awkwardness of the situation.
They decided to Dance, and to share the moments and flirt with others and generally just bask in this sexually open world. They were flirting and seducing and laughing and enjoying the whole experience, when suddenly Lori looked across the room and into the eyes of a very attractive and sexy man. Her knees almost buckled, and while she didn't know it yet, she had just met Franck, and the seduction had already began.
She had the perfect gentleman for the night. His name was Franck, and he was a French man with a great accent, and even greater charm. Franck approached them with a grin and introduced himself to both her and James.
Franck was a suave man in his mid 40s, with a head full of dark hair, and a chiseled face that hinted at years of outdoor activities. Despite the dimly lit club, his green eyes sparkled with intensity and determination.