Dressed and ready to go

Erik grimaces in frustration, collapsing on the couch, his face back in his hands.

All he can do now is wait and ruminate on his failure to take control of the situation. Should he tell Vi what happened? Or is it better to just let sleeping dogs lie?

He takes several deep breaths in, trying to calm the hammering against his ribs.

“God damn it, Ari.” He groans softly, leaning forward on his knees.

The possibility of Vi being more of a freak than he thought, a freak enough that she had insane fetishes independent of his own, was driving him mad already. He can’t help but think that Ari wasn’t completely lying, that there were small nuggets of truth in there. He couldn’t tell which were nuggets and which were lies.

The squeaking hinge of his bedroom door draws his attention up, chuckling as a high-heeled calf extends past the door; he unconsciously licks his lips as the girl he assumes to be Vi turns her foot in circles.

Vi steps out past the door, and Erik feels a fresh rush of adrenaline through his body. A figure-hugging raven-black dress clings snugly to her stacked body; he gulps, his eyes snapping between the deep V-shaped cleavage of her dress and her impossibly long legs. Her knee-high boots are the proverbial cherry on top.

But of course, his eyes settle on her breasts, her delicious cleavage, jiggling freely, held up and together by the strained efforts of just the dress, the markers of a bra nonexistent.

She looks unreal. And she looks bold. Bolder than she has ever dared to dress before.

Before he can form a coherent sentence, Ari pops out from behind Vi, a knowing, sultry smirk on her face, her eyes glittering with unabashed mischief. She reaches around Vi and slides her hands onto her girlfriend's generous bust, cupping her breasts and hoisting them up playfully, making the already sexy dress look downright scandalous.

“Got the girls out tonight, doesn't she?” Ari purrs, eyes glinting playfully, “Aren’t you just the luckiest guy in the world?” She winks at him, her eyes pointedly snapping downwards.

Erik expects Vi to swat her friend away, to chastise her; instead, she giggles, rolling her eyes playfully, before settling back down to Erik, biting down on her bottom lip, her eyes hooded with reckless abandon.

Was this?… The nugget of truth?

Ari finally lets go, stepping out past Vi properly. Her own dress much simpler than Vi’s, her strut through the room demanding its own moment of attention. Her dress was grey to Vi’s black. Shorter on the thighs and wearing an unusual pair of girl high heels, though, they’re doing their job in making her main assets pop.

She pops a hip out and twists to the side, sensing his gaze on her, subtly pushing her already large ass out just a little bit more. “Two girls on your arm, bell of the ball.” She teases, even Vi giggling at that one.

“Enough ogling,” Ari points at Erik, “let's get the fuck out of here.”