Part Three

Malik leaned against the brick wall outside the Tower Hill tube station, his eyes scanning the crowd for any sign of Lauren. Checking his watch for the third time in five minutes as he waited impatiently until finally he spotted her, dressed in a knee-length dress that took his breath away.

Exchanging pleasantries, Malik offered Lauren his hand and was somewhat glad she agreed to take it as he led towards La Dolce Vita, a quaint Italian restaurant nestled between a pub and a book store.

Opening the door for Lauren, Malik watched as she stepped in and followed in after her where they were led to a table for two in a corner, tucked away from the bustle of the main room. Taking their seats with Malik helping Lauren with hers, the couple sat down and glanced at the menu until the waiter arrived with Malik ordering a bottle of wine for the table and spaghetti carbonara for himself and Lauren ordered a margherita pizza.

"So tell me more about yourself," Malik asked. "I feel like all I know is what you do for a living."

"Well, what do you want to know?" Lauren replied with a smirk, sipping her wine. "I'm an open book, or so they say."

Malik chuckled before asking. "You got family?"

"Yeah," she said, her expression softening. "Two older siblings back in Blackpool. My parents are still together, thankfully. They're both doctors. What about you?"

"Two sisters, Kat, my younger one she moved in with me and my housemates recently," Malik said. "I have an older sister who lives out in Dubai. We don’t talk often. My Mom left when I was young, my Dad re-married, not long after. Kat, my sister is the only one I'm really close to. After my Mom left, my Dad and I just clashed all the time. Mostly about my step-mother."

"I'm sorry to hear that. It can't have been easy." Lauren said as her smile faded a little.

"It's just life, I guess. How about you and your folks?" Malik said, curiously.

"They're the classic 'you can do anything you set your mind to' kind of parents," Lauren said, rolling her eyes playfully. "They've always supported me, even when I switched from medicine to journalism."

"Really? They wanted you to do medicine? What was their reaction like when they found out you wanted to be a reporter?" Malik asked intrigued.

"Shock, mostly," Lauren admitted. "But they've come around. They just want me to be happy."

"Some parents are great like that," Malik said, recalling meeting some of his friends' parents.

As their conversation continued, Malik was surprised by how easily the conversation flowed as they shared stories of their friends and childhoods. Malik found himself drawn to Lauren's sharp wit and feisty spirit and she seemed equally engaged by his tales of growing up in a chaotic household with a love for books and the dream of becoming a writer.

"I know this is only our first date, but I feel like I've known you forever," Malik murmured as they finished their meal and the waiter cleared their plates.

"Yeah, me too," Lauren admitted. "It's been... amazing."

"Can I walk you home?" Malik asked as he reached across the table, his hand hovering over hers.

"Yes, I'd like that." Lauren nodded in agreement.

Paying the bill and leaving the restaurant together, Malik held her hand as he escorted Lauren to the tube, the pair making conversation as they made their way to the station and waited for the tube to arrive and then got on and continued their journey towards Lauren’s Apartment. Finally arriving at his date’s apartment twenty minutes later, Malik paused at the door to the building.

"This is it," Lauren said. "It's nothing fancy, but it's home."

"I'm sure it's perfect." Malik smiled.

"I had a good time tonight." Lauren admitted.

"Me too," Malik grinned and without another word, they leaned in, and their lips met in a kiss that was tentative at first, but grew deeper and deeper. Breathless, they broke apart, staring into each other's eyes for a moment before Lauren reached up and kissed him again, her hand sliding into his. "Come up,"

As soon as the door of the room closed behind them, Malik and Lauren pounced at each other, kissing hungrily as if their lives depended on it. Malik lowered his hands to Lauren's ass and she leaped into his strong arms, wrapping her legs around his waist as the dress rode up her thighs. Malik then pressed her back against the wall beside the door and their lips reconnected, a moan escaping her lips as she felt his pulsing erection pressing against her burning center.

Breaking their kiss, Lauren got down on her feet and grinned at Malik as her hands reached for the straps of her dress and teasingly lowered it down her shoulders, slowly exposing her medium-sized breasts to his appreciative gaze. Malik then moved closer and leaned down and began kissing his date's tits before taking the left one into his mouth and gently sucking on it before switching over to her other nipple and lavishing the same attention on it.

Malik then pulled away and hastily pulled his shirt over his head and then kneeled down before Lauren, grinning wolfishly at her as his hands slipped underneath her dress and found the waistband of her panties before dragged the lacy garment down her smooth legs and removing her heels on the way as well.

Malik then leaned in and Lauren bit her lip, watching as Malik’s hands slid around to her buttocks as his fingers pushed her dress up, allowing the dress to roll right up until it bunched up around her waist completely.

Lauren shuddered and sighed when Malik’s lips made contact with her soft pussy and his mouth moved up, focusing on her clit first of all, his tongue alternating between flicking at her hard, sensitive nub and licking in circles around it.

Malik then moved down, pressing his tongue against her sodden, leaking hole and lapped upwards pulling all of her sweet juices onto his tongue. Malik meanwhile upped the ante, wrapping his arm around her leg, resting her elevated thigh upon his shoulder as he reached around and placed his hand upon her mound, just above her pussy lips.

With his thumb, he pressed against her clit, rolling it around on her fingertip. Lauren gasped at the added contact, her body jerking forward at the sudden additional contact. The combination of his fingers on her clit and his tongue in her pussy felt exquisite, the pleasure building and building until her body couldn’t contain it anymore.

“Ah, Malik, fuck, yes, fuck, you’re gonna, ah, gonna make me cum, yes, make me cum, ah, make me cum on your tongue,” Lauren sang as her orgasm washed over her.

Malik then stood up and lowered his trousers and boxers at the same time, freeing his steel-hard cock to the air as Lauren quickly got rid of the dress. Malik then brought her over to bed, the pair falling on it as they kissed while at the same time, he sank his cock into her wet pussy.

"Oh yes!" Lauren moaned as she bucked against him as her hand cupped his cheek. "Now please, take me!" Malik groaned before pulling back before briskly thrusting into her once, drawing a brief, loud squeal from his brunette date. "Oh, yes!" Lauren moaned. "Just like that, Mal, keep going, please!"

Smirking, Malik fully leaned over her body and began thrusting, her legs on either side of his body and their eyes inches apart. The lovers smiled at one another as Malik thrust into her, his cock sawing in and out of her welcoming pussy. Her breasts flattened against his chest when he leaned down and kissed her fiercely, the kiss deepening almost immediately, their tongues clashing together in a slow, sensual dance as Malik's heart thundered in his chest as his hips bucked against hers, thrusting himself into her.

Malik grunted, swallowing Lauren's moan in a kiss as the duo felt their climaxes approaching at almost the same time and he began thrusting harder into her, causing the green-eyed brunette to break off the kiss and moan loudly.

"Yes, Malik!" Lauren screamed. "I'm gonna cum!"

Spurred on by her moans, Malik redoubled his efforts, the sound of his skin slapping against hers echoing loudly in the bedroom as Lauren screamed in pleasure, the added stimulation bringing her even closer to the edge as she wrapped her fit legs around his waist.

"Oh, my God, yes! Keep fucking me, Malik!" Lauren yelled as her orgasm washed over her. "Oh, my God!"

"Shit, I'm cumming too!" Malik warned as he felt himself getting closer to the edge and it was just as she recovered from the high of her orgasm, Malik erupted inside of her.

Leaving 7 Victoria Street that evening, Ashlyn along with Freya and Kat made their way to the tube station taking the tube so they could go to some of the clubs in Central London. Spending most of the evening going from one club to another, it was as the clock inched towards midnight the trio found themselves at Club Ruby to get a few drinks in before having to walk home.

"How have we ended up here?" Freya commented as she rolled her eyes and glanced at her empty glass. "I work here."

"So do I, don't forget," Ashlyn smiled. "I thought it would be fun besides we don't always get to enjoy it from the other side."

“Well, I need another drink.” Freya said as she got up from her seat to walk over to the bar.

"Here's to your new job," Ashlyn said to Kat as she held up her glass, still half-full.

"Cheers!" Kat said, clinking her glass against hers. "You know, I've never really thanked you for letting me move in. It's been a real lifesaver."

"You're Malik's sister. You're practically family." Ashlyn told her.

"But still," Kat said, softly. "It's not easy sharing a place with a stranger."

"You're not a stranger," Ashlyn corrected her. "You're more like the little sister I never had."

"Well, in that case, let me be the perfect little sister and wingwoman and help you out. Which one of the guys catches your eyes?” Kat mischievously smiled at the blonde. “The fancy lawyer type in the corner, the playboy whose been eye-fucking you since we entered or that cute redhead on the dancefloor that's been smiling over at us. Actually that last one might be for me. She's cute."

"I'm not looking for anyone tonight." Ashlyn shook her head.

"Oh, come on," Kat teased. "You can't tell me you don't see anyone you'd like to get to know better."

"They're not really my type..." Ashlyn began, her voice trailing off.

"What is your type?" Kat curiously asked.

"Someone with a good heart, who's honest, reliable..." Ashlyn paused.

"And?" Kat said expectantly.

"Someone with a sense of humor, who doesn't take life too seriously, but is still driven. You know, someone who can make me laugh, but also understands when I need to be serious." Ashlyn admitted.

"You're talking about Malik, aren't you?" Kat said in realisation.

"What? No... I just... I mean..." Ashlyn stuttered, her cheeks flushing a deeper shade of pink as her eyes snapped up to meet hers, a mix of relief and panic. "You can't tell him. Especially if this date he has with Lauren goes well. I don't want to ruin something that might be real."

"Okay," Kat said, placing a reassuring hand on Ashlyn's arm. "Your secret's safe with me. But you need to relax. Why don't you get yourself another drink."

Ashlyn nodded gratefully as she got up and headed towards the bar, trying to put the fact that her crush’s sister knew all about her crush on him. It was just as she walked past the office, David stepped out and did a double-take upon seeing her.

"Ashlyn," David said, his voice clearly stressed. "You're not supposed to be working tonight. What… Oh, what the hell do I care now anyways. I've been fired."

"Fired? What's going on, David?" Ashlyn said in a tone that mixed surprise and shock.

"I've had enough of this place," David murmured, glancing over his shoulder. "They caught me with my hand in the till."

"What? You're joking." Ashlyn said in surprise. “You tried to steal from a…”

"Of course I did. These guys have enough money. I didn't think they'd notice but it seems my luck's run out,” David sighed. “I'm just glad they're not pressing charges and just asked for the money back."

"But what about the club?" Ashlyn wondered.

"One of the owners is flying in from the States to deal with it all. She's going to name a new manager, I suspect." David shrugged.

"What does that mean for us? Me, Malik, Freya and everyone?" Ashlyn worriedly asked..

"I don't know,” David sighed. “But it's time for me to move on. As for you, just keep your heads down and don't let the new manager catch you slacking. Knowing who's coming over and her family, she might just want to clean house.”

Leaving Kat and Ashlyn to get another drink, Freya approached the bar, placing an order with one of the bartenders whom she recognised from her job and it was as she waited for her drink that she noticed someone standing next to her from the corner of her eyes. The person in question caused the blonde to roll her eyes.

"You following me or something?" Freya said, trying to keep the annoyance out of her voice as she looked at Travis.

"Just a coincidence, Freya. Running into you earlier reminded me of how much I love this place so I thought I’d come out tonight." Travis answered with a smile.

"I saw you earlier today," Freya told him. "I don't believe in coincidences."

"Maybe the universe is trying to tell us something then." Travis said as he took a step closer, invading her personal space and Freya could feel the heat radiating from his body, and she had to admit, it was a bit comforting.

"What do you want, Travis?" Freya questioned as she took a step back, creating distance between them.

"To apologise. I want to make it right, Freya. I've changed, I swear." Travis told her.

"And what makes you think I'd want to give you another shot?" Freya said skeptically.

"Because I know deep down you miss us," Travis softly said. "And if I’m being honest, I miss us too."

"Miss what? The constant drama? The mind games?" Freya paused, recalling the way Travis made her feel. "The feeling of never being good enough?"

"No, Freya. I miss us. The way we used to laugh, the way we used to be together." Travis said as reached out, his hand hovering near her arm but she stepped aside before he could touch her.

"That was a long time ago," Freya firmly told him. "A lot has changed since then."

"I know, and I'm not asking you to forget the past," Travis told her. "But people can change. I'm not saying let's get into a relationship but can't we at least be friends?"

Freya paused as her thoughts raced back to her relationship with Travis, the heartbreak and her friends, the ones she had met after Travis had moved out and left her alone. Her friends including Malik, her current housemate and on-again, off-again lover who had seemed to turned his attention to Lauren based on his date tonight and it made the blonde wonder if a familiar friendship with Travis wasn't such a bad idea, she thought.

"Look," Freya said, softly. "I'll consider it, but only as friends. I can't go back to what we had before."

"That's all I'm asking for.” Travis nodded with a smile.

“Oh my god! So big! You make me feel so full!” Chantelle cried while drumming her heels against Dexter’s back with her legs hooked over his shoulders.

“Oh! My! God! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! I’m cumming again! I’m cumming again!” Chantelle howled as Dexter bent her over the foot of the bed, reached around to squeeze the black-haired bombshell’s medium-large breasts in his palms as he thrust into her over and over and over again.

In the end, Dexter flipped the busty beauty onto her back, brought his cock to her face and stroked his shaft at a rapid pace, ready to burst. Chantelle levered herself up on one elbow and grabbed her boyfriend’s ass to take his cock into her mouth and Dexter couldn’t hold back much longer and he let loose, erupting into her mouth.

“Ungh! Ungh!” Dexter groaned as Chantelle sucked down it all, right down to the last drop. Chantelle then dropped back down to the bed with Dexter following not long behind her.

"You know, you're getting really good at that," Chantelle said as she cuddled up to Dexter in bed as they recovered from the high of their orgasms.

"Thanks," Dexter murmured as he asked his girlfriend. "So, how was your day?"

"It was alright, I guess. Nothing too exciting. How about you? How was it teaching Audrey?" Chantelle wondered.

"Surprisingly fun, actually. She's got potential, you know?" Dexter smiled.

"Potential, huh?" Chantelle said curiously.

"Yeah, she's got a real knack for it. I think she just needs a bit more confidence, you know?" Dexter said as he reached out and traced a line down her bare arm, his fingers leaving goosebumps in their wake.

"That's great. I'm happy you're helping her." Chantelle said, pausing for a moment as she felt a brief twinge of jealousy but she quickly brushed it aside.

"But enough about me. Tell me more about this photography gig of yours with Jake. What's the deal with that?" Dexter asked.

"Well, he's a bit of a newbie but he's eager to learn. Plus, he's got an amazing eye," Chantelle said excitedly. "He could use the extra hand for the wedding which is why I agreed to help him out."

"That's great, babe," Dexter nodded. "But aren't you worried about getting too involved? I mean, you're already busy with your own photography stuff."

"It's just a favor," Chantelle said, shrugging slightly. "Plus, it's a good opportunity for me to network."

"Always helping others, aren’t you? Just don't overwork yourself." Dexter told her as he leaned in and kissed her cheek. "You know how demanding those weddings can be."

"I've got it under control," Chantelle reassured him. "Besides, it's just for a day and it's Jake’s shoot. I’m just helping. It’s not like we're going to be spending all our free time together. Just like you and Audrey aren't."

"I know, I know," Dexter softly told her. "I just want to make sure you're okay with it. You know how these shoots can get."

"I'm fine, really," Chantelle firmly told him. "And you're right, we both have to be careful about overworking ourselves. Not just me and Jake. You too. Don’t overwork yourself, helping out Audrey," Chantelle looked up at him. "But we're in this together, right?"

"Always," Dexter murmured as he pulled her closer, wrapping his arms around his girlfriend in comfort and to keep her close.