The Penthouse

She didn't know just how she got to where she was, naked and wrapped in thousand dollar sheets. More so, she couldn't grasp why there were four hands, not two, running along her body, exploring her. None of it mattered. She moaned softly as both of her breasts were lavished in kisses from two sets of lips in two very different styles.

It started as a charity event, one she'd been begged to attend by a desperate friend that needed a date to keep up appearances; he disappeared with one of the wait staff early in the evening, leaving her on her own. This was a fundraiser for something to do with education, she was a little fuzzy on the details, but with a new dress purchased for her and her hair and make up done professionally for the evening, she wasn't going to complain. She loved feeling like someone she wasn't. She enjoyed people looking at her and wondering who she was. She had to be someone to be there, didn't she? And to look so glamorous?

A clean-shaven man with beautiful, but somehow very sad eyes, stood at the bar. She approached the bar, rather than the man, and asked for a glass of white wine.

"You shouldn't have to get that for yourself," he said, looking up from his glass of scotch. "Who escorted you here?"

"A friend. I'm sure he's rather tied up somewhere." She tried not to laugh at the probability.

"Not here for yourself then?"

She shook her head. "Not even quite certain of the cause."

He chuckled. "Neither am I and I'm in education."

They chatted for an hour before they wound up dancing together, both slightly tipsy. Fifteen minutes after that, they were in the same room as the coats, tongues exploring one another's mouths and hands roaming freely. His name was Nathan, she couldn't recall his last name, and he was...either a principal or a teacher, those details were muddy. She felt him, hard against her, and was more than eager to help him with his "problem" when his cell phone rang, calling him back into the main area of the party. He promised to find her again and they'd go upstairs.

She was alone just under a half an hour before another dark haired man approached her, seemingly out of nowhere. His hair was in neat waves, a bit too much product keeping it in place. He had a dark goatee and was wearing sunglasses despite being indoors at night. He handed her another glass of wine, a million dollar smile on his face.

"Please tell me someone didn't ditch you," he said, using an overdramatic tone. He'd obviously been drinking as well.

Playing along, she answered, "He was called away...literally. He'll be back."

"And what if I were to steal you away before he could get here?"

She giggled. "Well, I'd certainly love to see you try." Being hit on by one attractive man in an evening was one out of the ordinary event, but two? Oh yes, she was going to humor him.

"I'm staying in the penthouse here...curious?"

She sipped her wine. "Are you going to take me up there to ravish me?"

"Are you asking me to?" He looked at her over the tops of his sunglasses. "Do you know who I am?"

"Not a clue. You're lovely to look at, whoever you are."

"Really?" He could tell she was telling the truth and it was beyond refreshing that a woman wasn't throwing herself at his persona. "Come upstairs with me?" She bit her lip and he moved closer to her. "I promise you a wonderful time."

Nathan saw the exchange going on and headed toward his mystery woman. "Pretty sure the words back off are needed here," he slurred, obviously having had more to drink.