What can you do?

Your jealousy flares seeing Alice's eyes on him, her attraction plain even to someone who didn't know her as well as you did. But there is another angle to the jealousy, another person your body feels hot pangs of jealousy for.

His presence is commanding, cologne musky, body firm as he dances close. You've fantasized about this many times before: being desired, taken. But it was always behind so many so many layers of denial and impossibility. It's so much more than you can handle in reality. It's all too much for your **** soaked mind to process, for lack of resolution to your internal turmoil your body acts on its own.

Alice escalates, sandwiching you between them. His hands on your hips, hers on his shoulders. Grinding turns intimate. His thigh between your legs, pressure building. Alice kisses your neck, then his, her message clear: share.

She points towards the private booths and he reacts immediately, this is not a man who second guesses himself.

The booth is tucked away, velvet curtains for semi-privacy. More drinks arrive; you're floating now. Alice pulls him in first, making out hungrily, her hand in his hair. You watch this unfold like a slide show, frozen between a dozen demands as desires. Your new sex aching at the sight.

She breaks away, turns to you. "Your turn, Penny."

He leans in, lips on yours, rougher than Alice, stubble grazing, tongue demanding. It's overwhelming: new, masculine, stirring that deep fantasy. Alice watches, smiling, her hand sliding up your thigh under the table. Your eyes close, unable to handle any more stimulation.