You keep your date with Delilah

You decide that the connection you felt to Delilah is too compelling to ignore. Whether it leads to a threesome with Erin or a one-on-one encounter, you're sure something -- something fantastic, in fact -- will come of it. You slip back into your dress and check yourself in the mirror. Instead of being sweaty and disheveled, you look fresh -- positively glowing. You don't even need to fix your hair. Leaving a note for Erin saying you're heading downstairs for a drink, you slip quietly out the door.

As you walk into the bar, an internal clock you know you didn't have before tonight tells you you've arrived exactly two hours after getting Delilah's note. Sure enough, she's sitting at the bar looking around anxiously. When she sees you, you smile and nod slightly. A look of relief on her face, she hurries over to you and gives you a hug. The contact is almost electric, and you feel her nipples stiffen and press against you through the fabric of her bra and sleeveless red mini-dress. You note the strength of her arms around you and the fantastic muscle tone of her legs -- she's built like a dancer.

"Would you like to dance?" you ask, and she smiles and nods.

"I love to dance," she says. "I don't get to very often though. My husband has two left feet." She looks annoyed with herself for bringing him up, but you chase the concern off her face with a brush of your hand across her cheek. She lets out a low moan as you place a hand on the small of her back and lead her to the dance floor. Once there, the two of you make yourselves the center of attention. Even without you, Delilah would draw notice – she’s not only beautiful, but incredibly graceful. After a couple of songs she leans into you and whispers, “This is great, but it’s not really why I asked to meet you.”

You can hardly disagree. You want her, too. The two of you head toward the elevators, and you’re just about to tell her you have a friend in your room and sound her out about the possibility of a threesome, when her self-control cracks and she starts to kiss you. Soon the two of you are making out frantically, oblivious to the world around you.

The world around you is not oblivious to you, however. Your make-out session is interrupted by a voice shouting, “So THAT’S what you’re up to!”