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At least, now, the angle is in my favor. The bar comes to my mid-stomach. Which means no one can see my slacks struggling to contain the situation.
I stop fighting my attraction.
I let go.
Yes, I want her. I don't have to deny that.
I just have to refrain from acting on it.
The acceptance eases the tension in my shoulders. Which makes it easier to do this right.
As her friend and wingman.
The bartender gets closer this time. She straddles Daphne's thighs as she rolls Daphne's shorts low enough to reveal her belly button.
She places the glass in her belly button.
Daphne looks to me as if to saythis is more fun than you expected, huh?
I think. I'm not exactly at peak observational skill at this point. There's not enough blood in my brain.
"Men usually like to watch this." She picks up a bottle and pours liquid into the shot glass. "And I like the angle too. A little ménage à trois without all the complications."
"We would never want complications," Daphne says. There's something off about her voice. Nerves. Or flirting. I can't tell anymore.
"Or maybe you two are into that kinda thing." The bartender winks.
Daphne tries to shrug, but from her position, she can't quite do it. So she just laughs. "Whenever you're ready, baby." She shifts into her role. Still nervous but excited.
That must be what she's like when she fucks.
Eager to learn, grow, explore.
People are who they are. In the bedroom too. It's not always one-to-one. Sometimes, the shy girl isn't shy when she takes off her clothes. Sometimes, the shy girl is an attention-seeking freak.
But there's always a relationship between those things.
The shy girl who fears attention everywhere or the shy girl who finally gives into her desire for eyeballs on her skin.
And Daphne, with all that enthusiasm in her eyes—
She's the same here. I can tell.
I let the thought dissolve as the bartender slides off Daphne's legs.
She motionsall you. "Hands behind you."
I'm not used to taking orders. Not in this context anyway. Still, I place my hands behind my back.
"Now, all mouth. But since your lady says you're generous, you're probably used to that." The bartender winks.
Fun.
That's all this is.
For a quick moment, I take in the sight of Daphne's long body stretched over the surface. The messy hair, the bare shoulders, the long line of her stomach, the undone button of her shorts, and those legs—
