The second girl was a Goth. That was apparent by her black clothes, black hair, black lipstick, and anything else that could be black; her greeting when they approached fit the appearance and personality as well.
"Sup?" she asked him with a nod of her head.
The roles were now reversed, and it was Michael's turn to become wide-eyed for a moment. Melanie fell into quick conversation with the two girls, and Michael felt a bit like a third wheel. The Anime girl eyed him and seemed to make a judgment of her own. He felt uncomfortable and soon he felt forgotten.
Melanie eventually remembered him when the Goth girl punched her on the shoulder and nodded at Michael.
"Dude, who's your friend?" she asked.
Melanie turned and remembered herself. She smiled widely.
"Oh, this is my personal Angel," she said.
Michael furrowed his brow and looked at her as if to ask "Really?"
"Oh, unclench," Melanie said. She then took the time to offer his name to her friends.
"Cool name," the Goth said. Michael had to laugh, and then feeling a bit mischievous himself, he rearranged the wine glasses and punched Melanie on the shoulder.
"Ow, you big jerk. What'd you do that for?"
Michael chuckled. He hadn't punched Melanie hard, and knew she was teasing him. He then nodded to the women.
"Who are your friends?" he asked.
"Oh, that’s right. This is Amber and Dagger," she said.
No clarification was needed. Michael knew which one needed to be called Dagger. He nodded his head and greeted the women warmly.
Amber shook her head, "Seriously, Melanie, how do you remember to get out of bed in the morning?"
"I get hungry," Melanie replied without a pause. "Oh, there's Derek. Come on, girl. You need to apologize to him."
Without another word, Melanie grabbed Dagger and led her across the room, leaving Michael alone with Amber. Michael watched his lover drag Dagger along much as she had dragged him. Once again, he chuckled.
When he turned his gaze back to Amber, she was eyeing him hungrily. She had a drink of her own and took a sip as she continued to scrutinize him; she spent a little too much time looking at his groin.
"How long have you known Melanie?" she asked.
Michael replied that he had only just met her; Amber seemed to think about that comment and eyed him again, continuing to judge him as she did.
"You're cute," she said.
"Well, I am an Angel," he stated.
It was a stock reply of his, and one he had used on numerous occasions with women. It always seemed to have the same effect; this time its effect was exaggerated.
"Really!" she exclaimed. "Are Angels any good in bed?" she asked with a wink.
Michael laughed, "I wouldn't know, I've never slept with one."
"Hmm, well, if you play your cards right, maybe you can get a report from Melanie."
"Oh?"
"Yeah, and I wish you luck. That girl needs to get some."
"Does she?" he asked curiously.
"Yep, she's been dry for over a year, but you're cute. You may get somewhere."
Michael smirked suddenly and had to bite his lip. He turned away for a second and brought one of the wine glasses to his lips as he stifled a reply.
"Shut up!" Amber exclaimed slowly in disbelief.
Michael turned back, and Amber was staring at him with her mouth open and a posture that made it obvious she was incredulous.
"You got Melanie into bed?" she asked loud enough to turn a few heads. "How the hell did you do that?"
Michael didn't know what to say. He didn't like to talk about his sex life with anyone, and here was a stranger that was quickly delving into the topic. Not to mention she was the friend of his lover; true she was a friend that seemed to want to pimp out Melanie, but even that appeared to be thoughtfully motivated—if hoping your friend gets laid can be considered thoughtful.
Amber didn't relent and wanted to know all the details. Michael deferred and informed her that he wouldn't divulge the information. Amber then closed her eyes to slits and appeared angry. Michael could tell that she wasn't, but she tried to play the role. When Melanie returned a moment later, Amber changed tactics.
"How did this guy get you into bed?" she asked Melanie.
"He was cute and bought me dinner," Melanie replied without thinking.
"You got laid?" Dagger asked and appeared to be as dumbfounded as Amber had been just a moment before.
"Yep," Melanie said as she approached Michael and reached for her wine glass. Michael handed it back to her, and then it was his turn to be dumbfounded as the three women began to talk as if he weren't in their midst.
"Was it good?"
"How many orgasms did you have?"
Melanie took the time to laugh and provide some answers to her friends' questions. When she saw the slight discomfort of Michael, she took pity on him, and not for the first time in their relationship.
"Well, he did his job very well," she answered, and patted Michael on the chest.
"Very well?" he asked her. He looked down at her, and she just smiled back up to him. "As I recall I was busy looking at art and you begged me to come to bed. You may want to tell your friends about that particular detail. I felt like I was being used."
Melanie didn't allow Michael to play the pitiful card. "You weren't being used, you were being interviewed," she said.
"Did he pass?" Amber asked.
"The interview isn't over," Melanie said, and sipped her wine.
Michael rolled his eyes and let the women continue their conversation. It was a strange situation for him, and when Melanie pulled his shirt to reveal his muscle tone, the other two women not only commented, they had to feel it.
"Ooh nice," Amber stated as she ran her fingernails over Michael's abs, "I've never touched an angel before."
Michael rolled his eyes, and when he was at his most uncomfortable Melanie gave him an escape.
"I think we're making him uneasy. Look, he's blushing," Melanie said as she smiled up at Michael.
Michael could only mockingly glare down at her, but she kept up her tease as she spoke.
"I guess I will let you escape this torture by taking me to the dance floor. Come on," she said as she took the wine glasses, handed them to her friends, and pulled him away.
Michael shook his head as he chuckled. "Oh very subtle," he said. "Tease me and treat me like meat just so I'll take you to the dance floor."
Melanie turned into him as they walked into the dancing area.
"You are meat," she whispered up to him and she grabbed his hands and wrapped them around her.
Michael gave her a quick glare of defiance and grabbed her ass hard pulling her up and into him.
"Ah!" Melanie said as her legs separated and she slid along his hipbone and down to his thigh.
"Well, someone's learning fast," she said.
She stayed on his thigh and upper knee while they moved. Her feet reached the floor just fine, and she allowed Michael the luxury of leading her. Of course, there wasn't much to lead, they mostly moved in slow rhythmic motions.
"You're friends are certainly interesting," he stated loud enough to be heard over the music.
"Oh, they're all right—certainly not mainstream."
"I won't argue that," Michael replied.
Melanie punched him in the shoulder playfully.
"Be nice," she said.
"For you, Melanie, I will certainly be nice."
This seemed to appease the woman, and they continued to dance for the next song as well. When it was finished, she led him off the floor and found her friends once again; she then took a moment to converse with them privately and in hushed tones; it had a very high school prom feel to it; Michael just shook his head.
Nearby was a wire stand with the evening's itinerary, and he took the time to grab a brochure and peruse it. Mini museum tours were being offered every fifteen minutes, and interactive artwork was avai
lable for the adventurous. Various performers were also listed, along with the locations that they could be seen, and the night would then conclude with a grand performance in the lower hall.
Michael looked at his phone to see the time and tried to gauge the next tour. He didn't get very far before Melanie was in his face.
"Here, you take Amber for a dance," she said as she took his hand and put it into the Anime girl's. "I need to do something with Dagger for a minute."
Without waiting for a reply, Melanie and Dagger headed off into the museum. He tried to watch them, but Amber pulled him along; Michael was too stunned to do anything but follow.
"Melanie says I can't allow you to be French. Whatever the hell that means," Amber said when they reached the dance floor.
"I think she means I have to speak English," Michael replied warily.
"Uh huh," Amber said not believing him, "Melanie, said you were hilarious. Now, grab my ass and see if you can give me an orgasm before your girlfriend gets back."
Michael's eyes widened. "I don't think Melanie would appreciate that."
"If she didn't, she wouldn't have suggested it. Besides, she knows I'll leave you alone. I'm no real threat," Amber said as she help Michael take hold of her. Michael figured what the hell, and repeated his moves from earlier. Amber's eyes lit up and she winked at him.
"That's nice," she said. "I can see why Melanie likes you."
"Are you sure she likes me?" he asked.
"She slept with you. That says a lot."
They moved in unison with Amber enjoying the dancing much more than Michael. He was caught between a rock and a hard place; and soon it would be a rock and a hard-on. Amber didn't mind if he were to become erect and appeared to be playing for that result; but Michael wasn't certain this was exactly Melanie approved. He decided to keep things somewhat platonic. Besides, this was Melanie's friend, and he believed he could use her to his own ends.
"Doesn't Melanie date a lot?" he asked.
Amber shrugged, "Not really."
"Why not?"
"You've seen her. She's too flaky for most guys. Of course that doesn't mean they don't want to nail her. But she wants something more than that."
"Ah, it's nice to know she wants a serious relationship," Michael said.
"Whoa, there cowboy, I never said that. God knows she could use a serious relationship, but she certainly prefers to keep men at a distance," Amber stated plainly.
"Why?"
"Who knows?" Amber replied. "But I think you have a shot. You seem nice anyway, and she likes you. Are you rich?"
Michael's head spun with the non-sequitur. When he fully realized the question, he just shook his head.
"Nope," he said. "I do all right, but I'm just plain old middle-class."
"Hmm, too bad," Amber said. "Still, you can treat her to a nice meal from time to time. She always seems to be cashless, but she keeps her life simple and manages to get by."
"She told me that she's a paralegal. Doesn't she make decent money?"
"Are we talking about the same Melanie? She's a paralegal all right, but just barely. I'm sure she's at the bottom of the pay scale."
"Well, I did hear that her father got her the job, and that he pays part of her rent. At least she has someone to care for her," Michael said.
"That asshole can sit and spin," Amber said with disgust.
Michael was shocked by the vehement reply. This time he understood the reference, if not the anger. Something was not right with Melanie and her father, and he took the opportunity to ask about it.
"Not for me to say, and I don't know all of it anyway," Amber said with a shrug.
Michael thought this was strange; Amber had no problem talking about Melanie's sex life, but refrained from talking about her family life. Either Amber was just as weird as Melanie was—a distinct possibility—or something much more serious was going on. Michael was unable to determine which because Amber changed the subject.
"I think you would make a good boyfriend for Melanie," she said. "She needs to settle down a bit and have a long term relationship."
"I thought you said she doesn't want a long term relationship."
"Oh, Melanie doesn't know what she wants. Besides, I said serious, not long term. You can have a long term relationship without it being serious."
Michael saw the logic of the argument, and when he thought about it, he believed that particular philosophy would sit well with the three ladies he was witnessing tonight—long term, but not serious. Although, he frowned at the idea; he was quickly becoming attached to Melanie, and part of him hoped for a serious relationship.
Amber nodded her head in a direction of the museum exhibits, and Michael followed her signal. Melanie stood by the stairs and motioned for them to join her. Amber pulled away from Michael, took his hand, and then led him to her friend.
"Come on, Loverboy, it's time to get your game on," she said.
As they got close to Melanie, Amber spoke up.
"Are we good?" Amber asked
"We're good," was the reply.
Melanie took Michael by the hand and led him down the stairs, across the lower lobby and around to the back stairs. These stairs were just as wide as the previous and displayed large stone statues on pedestals; Melanie led him to the top and continued her advance to wherever she was going
Michael was unsure what was up, but the fact that these women were in cahoots gave him grave doubts. He allowed Melanie to lead him but just barely, and when they eventually made it to a section that was not part of the Rave, he became even more worried.
The museum quieted rapidly. Noise from the event could still be heard—it was a loud party—but as they wound their way through the building, the sound dampened. Shortly, Michael could see Dagger standing by a smaller set of stairs. When she saw the trio approach, she nodded her head and motioned them on quickly.
Melanie led Michael past her friend and up the steps. He turned quickly to Dagger and noticed that not only did she stay in position, but Amber stopped next to her and remained with her Goth friend.
The stairs were not long, and at the top landing, Melanie turned to Michael. She had a smile on her face as if she had just won the lottery.
"I have a particular fantasy that you are about to help fulfill," she said as she grinned.
"Really?" Michael responded with a smile of his own.
"Uh, huh," she said as she nodded her head slowly. "You are going to service me right her on this top step."
"Looks painful," Michael responded.
"Nope I have it all planned out," she replied.
"We could get caught and kicked out," Michael replied.
"Well then you better hurry," she said.
Michael eyed Melanie carefully. When she had mentioned a fantasy, he knew she was serious, but he was unsure just how serious. Now, he realized just how crazy this little spitfire was. When he hesitated, she just shot her eyebrows up and down, took a quick look down the stairs, and then lowered herself to her knees.
She unbuckled his belt with ease and began to drop his trousers just enough to gain access. She needed him hard, and his nerves were not providing that for her. Michael thought about stopping her, but as he looked down at Melanie, he had to believe this was the most beautiful scene in the museum.
He breathed hard as she tickled him with her tongue. She was skilled, he had learned that on their first date, and she kept him teased but not fulfilled. As he hardened she move to his testicles, and Michael felt more relaxed.
"Remove your gloves," he said in between breaths and with her mouth to his groin he could feel her smile at his request. She paused long enough to remove the gloves, and he continued to stiffen. Thankfully, the lack of direct stimulation to his cock, allowed him some semblance of control before she continued to entice him again.
Melanie appeared pleased after a moment and removed her mouth and tongue. Michael had been breathing steadily with his eyes closed, and when he looked down, he saw tha
t Melanie was using her cheek and temple to slide along his shaft. She had her eyes closed and appeared to be enjoying the feel of him on her face. Suddenly her eyes widened and she smiled up to him.
"Sit on the landing," she said to him.
Michael was confused for a moment, but she took his hand and pulled him downwards. He complied and lowered himself.
"Sit on the landing with your feet on the steps," she said.
Michael immediately visualized the position and complied. He pulled his trousers up just enough to allow him some semblance or respectability if they were caught, and then swung himself into place. Other than his cock rising from him, he appeared fully clothed.
Melanie wasted no time and straddled her lover. On her way down, she reached for him, found him, and guided herself lower. As she started penetration, she moved her legs around his back.
"Lean back," she said with her eyes closed as she lowered herself.
Michael complied.
"Farther," she said.
Michal complied again.
Melanie's' legs finished wrapping around him and she opened her eyes long enough to spread her skirt around them. Michael smiled at the image. If anyone did intrude suddenly, the lovers could claim innocence, as long as they were not required to stand.
Melanie bit her lip and moved slowly. Michael stared at her and refrained from moving himself; he couldn't move much anyway due to his position. As she continued to slide up and down on him, she became more excited and eventually stopped at his base, pulling his head close to her as she did. Michael took the opportunity to free her left breast and bite her nipple.
"Softly," she whispered, but she did not stop him.
Michael bit her tenderly and Melanie gasped, pushing his mouth harder onto her with a hand to the back of his head.
"Can you cum with me?" she asked in a whisper.
Michael pulled his mouth away and looked at his lover. Her eyes were closed, and she was breathing heavily but steadily while she moved.
He leaned into her.
"Yes," he whispered back.
Melanie didn't open her eyes, but a pleasant smile graced her lips. They continued to move in rhythm and she gave Michael his cues. When she needed him to arch, he arched, and when she began to climax she kept him informed with gentle whispers.
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