Chapter 2: Building Tension
"Alex, oh my god there you are!" Ryan exclaimed. Handing his girlfriend a drink, he gestured toward Alex, "Rachel, this is my best friend Alex--we used to work together way back in the day!"
"Ryan!" Alex nervously retorted, "How are you? It's been so long, I'm so glad you could come!"
Alex reached out to give Ryan a hug, and while Ryan couldn't see, she smacked his girlfriend's ass hard enough to elicit a squeak from Rachel.
"I didn't realize you were dating such a hot piece of ass, Ryan, good for you," Alex confidently exclaimed.
"As a matter of fact, Rachel and I were just talking about heading back to my apartment for a drink; would you like to join us?"
Rachel looked at Ryan, waiting for him to object, but it was evident he hadn't seen his best friend rubbing her giant futa bulge against his girlfriend's pelvis just seconds before he arrived to the conversation. With a shrug, Ryan replied, "Sure, I'd love to. I can only take so much small talk with these marketing execs."
As they walked to Alex's place, she became increasingly flirtatious with Rachel.
"Rachel, you're so fucking fine, why are you even with a guy like Ryan?" Alex prodded, catching Ryan off guard. Without hesitation, Alex chimed in, "Haha of course I'm kidding, Ryan, but mmmm your girlfriend looks good."
"Shut up, Alex, you know I'm all she needs," Ryan playfully retorted.
Alex stopped to locate her keys as they were approaching her apartment building and replied, "Uh huh, sure. But are you all she wants?" She said, winking at Rachel.
Ryan began to feel like Alex's ribbing wasn't so playful after all, but they were already at her apartment, so they may as well come in for a drink.
After Alex opened the door to the main entrance, Ryan and Rachel stayed two steps back and Ryan asked, "You good? You look like you've had a bit too much to drink already, we could just--"
"Nope, I'm perfectly fine, let's go!" Rachel interrupted, walking briskly toward Alex to catch up.
"Ryan, you slowpoke, hurry up!" Alex yelled as she approached the elevator.
Alex pressed the P button on the elevator and it began to ascend.
"Why are we going to P for Parking Garage? Couldn't afford the apartment, so you're renting a parking spot and sleeping in your car, huh?" Ryan ribbed, unsuccessfully.
Alex didn't respond, waiting for the elevator doors to open and answer Ryan's rhetorical question.
"P stands for Penthouse, loser," Alex responded, noticing that both her friend's mouth and his girlfriend's were agape. "You better close your mouths, I'm starting to get ideas," she continued.
"This apartment was a bit of a splurge, but when you're in possession of a futa cock as impressive as mine, you start to attract some pretty high-profile, wealthy clientele."
Alex walked out of the elevator into the penthouse in a dramatic flourish. She gestured for her guests to walk in ahead of her, and they were awestruck by the grandeur.
The floor-to-ceiling windows not only provided a panoramic view of the city, but they also made the penthouse appear as though it was floating in mid-air.
The lavish furniture was sleek and modern, with just a few tasteful ornaments adorning the shelves, tables and walls.
Alex had always been an enigma, going from the house deal queen at the car dealership she and Ryan worked at to... well, Ryan wasn't quite sure. She'd been fairly aloof since she left that job. She had a penchant for fashion, and her style was bold and eclectic – a perfect reflection of her own personality.
Rachel, on the other hand, was more reserved and conservative. She had always been attracted to the sophisticated and well-off crowd, which is why she was so excited that her just moderately-successful boyfriend had brought her to such a soiree. Already attracted to Alex and her unrealistically large bulge at the party, seeing Alex's multi-million dollar penthouse suite set her libido over the edge.