Say Please

Drunk Dazed

I hadn't realized sleep had fell over me until I woke up to Chan slipping out of the bed. He had put only his briefs back on, and I couldn't help but gawk at his beautiful body once more. The muscles on his back I'd never really noticed before. They were more pronounced than anything else I'd seen on him. The muscles flexed as he stretched his arms upward.

"What time is it?" I squeaked.

"Eight," he grinned. "We took a little cat nap after our... adventure." He turned and sauntered back toward me. Butterflies swarmed in my stomach as I beheld him once again.

I stretched my arms above my head and curled my toes. The wonderful soreness between my thighs made my body heat up once again. I don't know if I'd ever get enough of this man. His palms steadied him on the mattress as he bent down and kissed me softly.

"I'm a little sore," I said through a muffled giggle.

"Just a little?" He questioned, eyebrow raised. "I didn't do my job right then." He leaned toward my ear and added, "I don't want you to be able to walk on your own."

"Do we really need to go to this party?" I pouted.

"Yes," he grinned, "we do. For work, yes. Also, I want to see you in the dress you chose."

I sighed, but forced myself to get out of bed. I took a quick shower, washing off the excitement from earlier. An hour later, I donned loose curls and a dark smokey eye. I pulled the black, strapless dress Bri had chosen up. She was right—it was perfect if I wanted someone's eyes on me. The slit ran up my left thigh, stopping right above my hip bone. Any further, and surely half my ass would fall out. Surprisingly, the strapless dress actually made my breasts look great without a bra.

I twirled in front of the mirror, inspecting every angle. A faint panty line created a whale tail even over the fabric. Fuck it, I thought. I would have to go without. I pulled the thong down and stepped out of it. I left my room after fixing my strappy black heels and waited for Chan by the windows.

"You look..." I turned from the view to see him, mouth agape, as he took in my outfit for the night. "... phenomenal." I could say the same of him. He wore a black, long-sleeve, button down shirt French tucked into tapered black dress pants that hugged his thighs in all the right ways. Black Chelsea boots finished the dark outfit. His hair was swept to the side—neater than his usual look. I looked closely at his face since I thought I must be seeing things.

"Yes," he grinned. "It's just a little bit of eye makeup to make my eyes a little wider, really no big deal." A whole ass man proudly in makeup wasn't a big deal?

"For one, you look amazing." I made sure he watched as I eyed him up and down. "Second, a gorgeous man breaking gender norms? I love to see it."

"I'm just trying to look extra dark and mysterious for you under the club lighting," he winked.

"If you're trying to impress me, don't worry, I think we're past that." I strode toward him and gave him a light kiss on his cheek. "Ready?"

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As we entered into the chic nightclub the convention had rented out for us, we were met with dancing hues of greens and purples and blues. A medley of early 2000s throwback songs blared through the speakers. I led Chan and I toward the bar (first things first after all), and ordered us two lemon drop shots.

"Shots? Really?" He smirked, clearly excited by my choice.

"It's club night, remember?" I winked in response and tossed my head back, taking the tart liquid with me. Chan did the same, a sour look crossing his face briefly.