“Delectable,” murmured Yvette.
Daniel followed her line of sight to its target and sat back, crossing his legs. “I agree.”
For several minutes they sat in silence, sipped their drinks and watched the lithe, pretty redhead press the flesh and mingle her way through the diplomatic gathering.
Yvette canted her head towards Daniel and whispered. “Look at that. What a little coquette!”
His slow smile settled. “Catch the way she blew off the Dutch Consul’s wife?”
“Mm-m. I did. She’s in way, way over her head. See her shoes?”
“Your theory on the semiotics of women’s footwear has always escaped me.”
Yvette chuckled. “Platforms at a consular dinner?” She pursed her lips and tisked softly. “It’s just so deliciously wrong.”
They relapsed into silence, observing. Then Daniel gave a soft hiss. “Ooh, bad girl.”
“That was Javier’s iPhone, wasn’t it?”
Daniel gave a weary sigh. “Indeed it was. And it just disappeared into her purse.”
“What’s a Spanish Trade Representative without his phone?”
Her husband nodded. “With the pictures of all his kids on it. He’s going to be very upset to find out he’s lost it.”
“I think we’ve found our sport for the evening.” He chuckled. “So, we’re agreed?”
“Definitely.”
Standing up, Daniel buttoned his suit jacket and offered Yvette his hand. “Let’s do it, then.”
Under the intercontinental lighting of the foyer bar, the girl was pornstar perfection. Over-breasted, glossy-lipped. Daniel flanked her on her left and Yvette slid beside her on the right. She caught the scent of the girl’s perfume. Thick with patchouli.
“I’ll have another one of these things.” The girl giggled and tipped her empty cocktail glass at the bartender.
The bartender froze for a moment, clearly not certain what had been in the glass.
Yvette peered over the lip of the glass in mock interest. “I think it was a Red Headed Slut,” she said to the bartender.
The girl turned to Yvette, blinked once, then laughed. “Oh, it so wasn’t! It was a strawberry margarita. No salt.”
“A strawberry margarita,” repeated Daniel, in a manner that made the drink sound like a sex act.
The giggling girl swiveled her head and fixed her slightly intoxicated gaze on Daniel. “That’s right. That’s exactly what it was.”
He gave her a blindingly white smile. “We prefer cherries.” His eyes flickered from the girl to Yvette. “Don’t we darling?”
Yvette pressed in a little closer. “Mmm. We do.” Then she fixed the girl with her eyes and slid an arm around her waist. “We want yours.”
For a moment, the girl look confused. Then she burst into another bubbly laugh. “How do you know I still have one?”
Daniel took her jaw gently in his hand and turned her to face him. “Well, there are cherries, and then there are cherries, pretty girl.”
She blushed at Daniel’s compliment, and his steady attention. She opened her mouth, but nothing came out.
Pressing her lips close to the girl’s ear, Yvette whispered, “And you’ve got…”
“…the one we want,” finished Daniel.
Ooooh so not fair to tease and leave it there!!
Well, what do you think will happen to her?
Keep the surprise element going for “Cherry” and make her experience how strange it can be to enter a sexual situation where the other members already know eachother.
Imagine if they all slipped into the bathroom instead of the normative hotel room…
RG, your teasing is delicious, I doubt than your imagination needs any help.;)Warm hugs, paul.
That was delicious. And I feel teased and cheated too; but then my #Pin submission did that too, so maybe coming over here is my just desserts. Still… yum. Cherries…
There’s a juicy cherry 🙂
Delightful
*fans my face* I have to go read the other 7 parts now 😉 Like RIGHT NOW! I’ll comment on each…
Definitely a tease to leave a cliff hanger like that 😛
I’m taking notes as to how to pick~up pretty redhead with my man!!! 😉
Delectable. You described it perfectly with a simple word as you began this story. A story which leaves me with a thirst for more; a desire to know what happens next.
i also will be heading over to read the other parts.
Thanks for such a delicious story!
RG, every time I drop by and spot a new installment by you, I wonder if I should just devour the whole series right then and there, or enjoy it one morsel at a time. The first reading is always the most intoxicating. Choices, choices…
Oh my I do fear for the welfare of the wayward Red head…
This feels a bit like haiku story telling. I’m interested as much in the process as the story. Did it come to you like this or have distilled it to its essence?