Mercy gets a lot of attention

At the end of their reserved time, Mercy was feeling quite good about herself. Knowing Eric had begun paying her some attention, she was pushing herself on the wall in an attempt to impress him. Her hands, arms, and shoulders were getting quite a workout, and her brand new makeup style was drawing a lot of attention. From everyone. Including Eric, which excited her most of all.

Adrienne didn't mention the app again, and began trading exclusively with Mercy, so the two were never alone together on the ground.

It meant she and Adrienne monopolized Eric, and since Sam seemed to only have eyes for Tori, Emily was left feeling like a sixth wheel.

When the session ended, Eric was still belaying for Mercy, who was more than halfway up the wall.

"We're all going!" Tori called up to her.

Mercy turned to look down at the floor. The others had already removed and returned their harnesses, and Sam had his arm around Tori's waist as she called up to Mercy.

"Oh! Wait for me!"

"Nope! We're out! Have fu-unnn!" She said the last word playfully, like she knew a secret, already walking away and waving backwards. By the time Mercy reached the floor, they were gone.

She was alone with Eric, and he was approaching.

Mercy took a deep breath, suddenly nervous. What was going on, anyway? They always left together.

"You were on fire today," Eric said, reaching to help Mercy out of her harness. That was technically not allowed, but most of the girls who frequented this particular gym really tried to stop any of the guys from such playful flirting.

Mercy froze, sucking in breath as his hands cupped her ass. He was reaching around her waist, basically hugging her to him, and making no attempt to disguise his touch as professional.

Mercy's love life had been a bit... non-existent lately, so she couldn't help but let out a soft sound of desire as he grabbed her. Then he removed his hands, actually working the clasps of her harness to let it fall to the floor with a grin. "Hm. I thought so."

He slipped one arm around Mercy's bare waist, pressing his hand to the small of her back to pin her gently against his body. She could feel his large manhood through his shorts. "I want to take you back to my place and ruin your makeup," he said simply, not a hint of joke in his tone.

Mercy's heart raced with excitement. How was she supposed to respond to that? She'd spent more than one night touching herself to the thoughts of Eric's hands. His muscled body pressed to hers...

"Oh. Okay." She didn't really understand but wasn't going to risk blowing it by asking questions. Some kind of makeup fetish? Ruined makeup fetish? Mercy searched her brain. Was that a thing? Sure why not? If it meant going home with Eric, she was on board.