A Night out with Becks is Complicated

You weren’t entirely sure how she managed to convince you, but Becks’ smile as she held your hand and occasionally kissed you while you waited in line at the dance club was worth it. After the vigorous fucking in the conference room, which ended with you fucking her face as she pressed her bare shoulders and ass to the window overlooking the city, the only reason you hadn’t fallen asleep out of exhaustion was that you’d been standing up. That little bit of momentum managed to keep you steady, and while Becks’ had gone to clean herself up in the washroom you’d returned to the Intern conference room and slumped into your chair.

Becks had come back dressed how she’d left, her blue-and-white dress a belt hanging from her hips, her fantastic tits bare, her nipples still hard, and her well fucked pussy smiling between her slim legs.

Now that you thought of it, that was probably how she’d done all that convincing.

“It’s fun having you be mine for the night,” she chuckled, leaning against you again and kissing you. Neither of you were in ‘clubbing’ outfits, but Becks was hot enough that it didn’t really matter if she was dressed particularly slutty or not, and you had her on your arm so a dress shirt and slacks were good enough.

“This was all their plan, wasn’t it?” you smirked, holding her waist.

“How could you suspect your girlfriends of scheming like that?” Becks said with a sarcastic snort. “Yes, obviously. They didn’t want you feeling left out on a Friday night.”

“Well, I still think the ‘correct’ choice would have been going home and sleeping, but I’m very happy to get you to myself, too,” you said.

“Mmm, Daddy,” she groaned, pressing her lips to your neck as she leaned against you more.

“Becks, please,” you sighed.

“You weren’t saying that on Wednesday,” she countered, pulling back with a smirk. “Especially while you had me bent over your knee so you could spank me.”

You actually flushed a little bit at the reminder of that particular part of the fivesome with her, Sabrina, Gemma and Tasha. “Yeah, well, you deserved it then,” you said.

“Yes I did,” she grinned back.

It took another twenty minutes for the two of you to reach the front of the line and make your way in, and Becks had the good grace to offer to pay the cover fee before you insisted. Then it was more waiting to get to the front of the crowded bar and order over-priced drinks, followed by several guys trying to hit on Becks or offering to buy her drinks until you full-on grabbed her ass and pulled her into a soul-sucking kiss. That seemed to send a message through at least the nearby circling bar sharks.

Cocktails finished, you headed for the dance floor.

If Gemma was the better of two dancers out of her and Sabrina, Becks had your girlfriend beat. To be fair, this wasn’t news to you - the four of you had gone out dancing together before. But now you had all of Becks’ attention, and she revelled in all of yours.

You lost yourselves in the music and your bodies. At one point you wondered if she was trying to make a case for another round of sex later because she’d definitely gotten a rise out of you and seemed to take great pleasure in teasing your eyes, your hands and your stiffy with every move she made.

Eventually, you both needed a break. You might not have been dripping with sweat, but you had both been working your way towards it. You wanted some fresh air, and you wanted another round of drinks.

“There’s a patio up top,” Becks half-shouted in your ear over the music. You nodded in response and kissed her cheek, but she caught your lips with hers as you pulled away and you both grinned.

The climb up the stairs to the rooftop patio wasn’t long, and the rush of cool night air coming in from above was a welcome refreshment until you burst out onto the patio proper. They’d clad it in wooden panels like a deck, and the entire place was lit up with raw lightbulbs that were set to a low brightness, creating an ambience. There were two smaller bars at either end of the building and they were piping the music from downstairs through speakers that were thankfully turned down compared to the dance floor.

The real noise was coming from the crowd of people, which rivalled the number downstairs.

You had paid the cover and for the first round of drinks, so Becks insisted on paying for this one and managed to get service from the bartender in about an eighth of the time you would have needed to wait.

“Pretty privilege,” she shrugged with a grin as she handed you the Bramble. Gemma’s drink of choice had caught on with all of you.

“Well, well,” said a deep voice from behind you. “If it isn’t Miss Doesn’t Call Me Back.”

You saw the look on Becks’ face before you turned, and you could tell she was not thrilled by whoever this guy was. When you did turn, you found yourself looking up - he was big, he was black and he was bearded. The guy looked like he could have been a professional wrestler, he was so broad. And he was staring right past you at Becks.

“Travis,” Becks said. “This is my boyfriend John.”

Now he looked at you, raising an eyebrow, and then actually laughed. “Right, sure,” he said.

The guy in you, the one with the ego that had watched too many movies, wanted to puff out your chest and make some sort of ridiculous scene. Show off, make the guy look foolish and run with his tail tucked between your legs because of your scathing wit.

Reality, you were keenly aware, was different from the movies.

This guy could probably hurt you badly without even trying. And, maybe more importantly, you weren’t a fighter. You were, or planned to be, a lawyer. You were smarter than that.

You turned back to Becks. “Want to head back downstairs, darling, or head home?” you asked.

Becks smiled warmly at you, taking your hand. “Let’s finish our drinks and then head home, darling. I want that big, fat white cock in me so fucking badly.”

‘The fuck?” Travis said behind you.

“Best sex I’ve ever had, Tavis,” Becks said. “Bar none, no contest. I’m his.” Then she looked at me. “Come on, Daddy. Maybe one more dance first too.”

“Let’s boogie,” you said with a smirk.

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