Drinks, it is

Rosie was practically beaming when she stepped out of the conference room. She totally nailed her presentation. Flying high on adrenaline, she grabs your arm and pulls you into the break room.

"Thank you so much!" she says as she gives you a big hug and kisses you on the cheek. "I couldn't have done it without you."

"No, this was all you. You've worked hard, and you deserve the credit," you tell her, letting yourself enjoy the feel of her breasts rubbing against you through her clothes before she releases the hug. "So, are we still on for drinks?"

"You betcha!" she responds enthusiastically.

"Great! I'll see you there."

Several hours later, you arrive at the bar and order a drink. Sipping idly, you keep your eye on the door. After a few minutes, you spot Rosie walking in followed closely by a taller woman in a green mini dress with wavy red hair that flows down her back. Rosie appears to have ditched her ice queen outfit in favor of a black and white striped loose-fitting shirt, a red knee-length skirt, and a black beret with a crocheted red rose. You wave to them, waiting for Rosie to spot you. After a few attempts to get her attention, she finally sees you and makes her way though the crowd.

"Hey, Dave, this is Ivy. Ivy, this is Dave."

Ivy reaches out her hand in a ladylike fashion, palm down and fingers curled.

"It's nice to meet you, Ivy," you greet her while gently taking her hand.

"A pleasure. Rosie has told me so much about you," she replies. That line always makes you nervous, but you couldn't imagine any sort of dirt Rosie could possibly have on you that she would be sharing.

Now that introductions have been made, the bartender asks the girls what they would like to drink.

"I'll have a vodka and ginger ale, please," Rosie says to the bartender.

"I'll have what he's having," says Ivy, pointing at you without even looking at your glass.

Drinks in hand, the three of you slide into a booth off to the side and out of the way of the main crowd. You settle in on one side while Rosie and Ivy sit across from you. Raising your class, you propose a toast.

"To Rosie and all her hard work that paid off today. Cheers."

"Cheers," the girls echo as you all clink your glasses together and take a drink. The sensation of the liquor traveling down your throat leaves you feeling warm inside.

Setting down your glass and looking across the table, you take in the sight of the two women more fully. Rosie's sapphire blue eyes are cheerful and inviting, and her dimpled smile reflects the cheerful friendliness of her eyes. Her ivory colored skin is without blemish, giving the appearance of purity and innocence. Her hair, now free from the braid, drifts down her shoulders like freshly fallen snow. Ivy's emerald green eyes, on the other hand, hold you captive while she sizes you up. Her lips, parted ever so slightly, contain and elusive and enigmatic smile. Her butterscotch skin is liberally dusted with freckles like specks of paint flicked from an artist's brush. Her scarlet hair, though well kept, flows freely with an untamed and untamable quality. Unlike Rosie, nothing about this woman looks innocent.

The three of you make idle conversation and a few more toasts. Everyone is glad Rosie is done obsessing over her presentation, and you and Ivy both agree that she needs to loosen up. Ivy talks about her now ex-boyfriend. Apparently, he was afraid people would call him a fag if they found out he was dating a trans woman. You all agree that she's better off without him. You mention Suzy and her business trip, but you don't stay on that subject for too long. After a couple more drinks, Rosie excuses herself to go to the restroom, leaving you alone with Ivy.

"I wish she would drop the whole innocent act and just say it," Ivy says once Rosie is out of earshot.

"Say what?" you ask, genuinely puzzled.

"She wants your cock," Ivy states matter-of-factly. "From what I've seen so far, I can see why," she adds. That enigmatic smile comes back to her lips.

You swallow reflexively. From what you've been told about Ivy, you were expecting her to be blunt, but you weren't expecting her to be quite so direct about this. The mysterious smile grows and her emerald eyes flash with a hint of satisfaction in seeing you caught off guard. She leans forward conspiratorially and beckons you to do the same. The spicy cinnamon scent of her perfume wafts enticingly. Faces inches apart, she speaks barely above a whisper.

"I'm going to let you in on a little secret. We have a system for whenever we're at a place like this with an attractive man like you. She excuses herself while I let you know what she really wants."

She leans in even closer, your mind beginning to race as she whispers into your ear. "You know that blue mini vibe? I've been hearing her call your name every night this week when she gets off with it."

She leans back a little, making eye contact with you again. Her mask of confidence seems to falter for a moment as she looks down to the side and gently bites her lower lip. You're still trying to process what she just said, but her eyes tell you there's something else on her mind.

"I have to admit, the selfish side of me didn't want to tell you that. It really hurt when that asshole dumped me today, especially for the reasons he did. It's hard enough to find a decent guy who's worth taking to bed. I know it sounds awful, but a part of me doesn't want Rosie to have that right now."

Reaching for her glass, she takes a healthy drink and sets it back down with a firmness of someone coming to a decision. Taking a moment to breathe, she looks back up at you with those captivating eyes as she speaks again.

"I would love to take you myself if you're willing, but I also want my best friend to be happy. You could easily have either one of us tonight. The decision is up to you now."