stiletto heels that were almost too high to walk on.
“Would you boys mind if we joined you?” one of them said.
Holden knew he had to pretend to be having a good time, more for Jimmy’s sake than his own, and he smiled at them. The girls sat right next to them, almost on their laps they were so close. Jimmy looked at Holden. Holden nodded back at him, trying to reassure him that he was having a good time.
A waitress, dressed in what was basically just a thong and bra, came over with an ice bucket. In the bucket was a bottle of Cristal champagne. The club was probably charging a thousand dollars a bottle, but it wasn’t really the champagne they were paying for, it was the company.
The waitress came to Holden and leaned over him, dangling her almost bare breasts just inches from his face. Holden smiled. It was hard not to enjoy certain things about places like this. He looked over at Jimmy who was already making out with the girl who’d sat next to him. Holden smiled. He might as well get his money’s worth. He slipped a credit card into the waitress’s bra, between her two breasts, and she leaned even closer and licked his mouth with her tongue.
He looked over at Jimmy again. Jimmy was looking right at him, grinning.
“You cheering up yet, brother?” Jimmy shouted from across the table. Jimmy’s girl looked at Holden and spread open her legs. He could see that she wasn’t wearing panties or anything else beneath her skirt. He had a clear view right to her bare, young, perfectly delicious looking vagina.
Holden looked at the girl next to him. She was trying to look cool, not smiling, just staring back at him like she knew everything that was going to happen that night. Holden reached forward and took the champagne from the bucket. He popped the cork and poured four glasses. Then he caught the waitress’s eye and ordered another bottle.
“So,” he said to the girl who was sitting right next to him. “What’s your name, sweetheart.”
“Natalia,” the girl said. She spoke with a strong Russian accent.
“Natalia,” Holden repeated. He took her face in his hand. Two years had passed since he’d made out with another woman. Two long years since his beloved wife had fallen from the rooftop of the Plaza Hotel. Two years since the ambulances and police cars had closed off the corner of Fifth Avenue and Fifty-Eighth Street and tried to rescue her.
He leaned forward and his lips met Natalia’s. His tongue slipped effortlessly into her mouth and licked hers. She moaned as he kissed her. He reached out with his hand and felt between her thighs, under the short skirt of her dress, to the place where he knew her bare, moist, soft pussy was waiting for his hand. This was to be his first time with a woman since Meg’s tragic death. It was sordid and seedy and horrible, but so was life sometimes.
Natalia leaned back on the couch. Holden caught Jimmy’s eye. Jimmy nodded. Holden put his hand up to Natalia’s perfect vagina and let the tip of his finger slide into the lips of her pussy. She was already wet. She was looking at him. He looked back at Jimmy. Jimmy seemed to be paying more attention to Holden than he was to his own girl. Holden raised his eyebrows, questioningly.
“Holden,” Jimmy said. He was shouting over the noise of the music.
Holden took his finger out of Natalia’s wet clit. He had everything a man needed to have a great night, sexy girls, champagne, music.
“What?” he said.
“Are you having fun?”
“Yeah.”
Jimmy didn’t look like he believed him. He stood up. “Come on,” he said. “Let’s go?”
“What? Why? This is great.”
“No it’s not. I can tell. You’re just going through the motions. You don’t want to be here.”
Holden looked at Natalia. She was a bombshell. He knew he should have been dying to sleep with her. His dick should have been rock hard. But it wasn’t.
“I’m sorry, sweetheart,” he said to her. He took out his wallet and left three
“Would you boys mind if we joined you?” one of them said.
Holden knew he had to pretend to be having a good time, more for Jimmy’s sake than his own, and he smiled at them. The girls sat right next to them, almost on their laps they were so close. Jimmy looked at Holden. Holden nodded back at him, trying to reassure him that he was having a good time.
A waitress, dressed in what was basically just a thong and bra, came over with an ice bucket. In the bucket was a bottle of Cristal champagne. The club was probably charging a thousand dollars a bottle, but it wasn’t really the champagne they were paying for, it was the company.
The waitress came to Holden and leaned over him, dangling her almost bare breasts just inches from his face. Holden smiled. It was hard not to enjoy certain things about places like this. He looked over at Jimmy who was already making out with the girl who’d sat next to him. Holden smiled. He might as well get his money’s worth. He slipped a credit card into the waitress’s bra, between her two breasts, and she leaned even closer and licked his mouth with her tongue.
He looked over at Jimmy again. Jimmy was looking right at him, grinning.
“You cheering up yet, brother?” Jimmy shouted from across the table. Jimmy’s girl looked at Holden and spread open her legs. He could see that she wasn’t wearing panties or anything else beneath her skirt. He had a clear view right to her bare, young, perfectly delicious looking vagina.
Holden looked at the girl next to him. She was trying to look cool, not smiling, just staring back at him like she knew everything that was going to happen that night. Holden reached forward and took the champagne from the bucket. He popped the cork and poured four glasses. Then he caught the waitress’s eye and ordered another bottle.
“So,” he said to the girl who was sitting right next to him. “What’s your name, sweetheart.”
“Natalia,” the girl said. She spoke with a strong Russian accent.
“Natalia,” Holden repeated. He took her face in his hand. Two years had passed since he’d made out with another woman. Two long years since his beloved wife had fallen from the rooftop of the Plaza Hotel. Two years since the ambulances and police cars had closed off the corner of Fifth Avenue and Fifty-Eighth Street and tried to rescue her.
He leaned forward and his lips met Natalia’s. His tongue slipped effortlessly into her mouth and licked hers. She moaned as he kissed her. He reached out with his hand and felt between her thighs, under the short skirt of her dress, to the place where he knew her bare, moist, soft pussy was waiting for his hand. This was to be his first time with a woman since Meg’s tragic death. It was sordid and seedy and horrible, but so was life sometimes.
Natalia leaned back on the couch. Holden caught Jimmy’s eye. Jimmy nodded. Holden put his hand up to Natalia’s perfect vagina and let the tip of his finger slide into the lips of her pussy. She was already wet. She was looking at him. He looked back at Jimmy. Jimmy seemed to be paying more attention to Holden than he was to his own girl. Holden raised his eyebrows, questioningly.
“Holden,” Jimmy said. He was shouting over the noise of the music.
Holden took his finger out of Natalia’s wet clit. He had everything a man needed to have a great night, sexy girls, champagne, music.
“What?” he said.
“Are you having fun?”
“Yeah.”
Jimmy didn’t look like he believed him. He stood up. “Come on,” he said. “Let’s go?”
“What? Why? This is great.”
“No it’s not. I can tell. You’re just going through the motions. You don’t want to be here.”
Holden looked at Natalia. She was a bombshell. He knew he should have been dying to sleep with her. His dick should have been rock hard. But it wasn’t.
“I’m sorry, sweetheart,” he said to her. He took out his wallet and left three
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