Chapter 4: Katie/Molly

It was starting to feel like I really was a wild girl named Molly the paralegal, out at a bar on New Year’s Eve, partying, drinking, dancing my ass off, and trying to get laid by the hottest guy in town.

There I was, in public no less, coming onto a gorgeous hunk of a guy who already had a very sizable hard-on just from dancing with me. God only knew what he'd do when he got me naked. I could barely wait to find out.

When he put his hands on my hips and pulled my ass back into his crotch, I nearly screamed and knocked his block off. But then, Molly kicked in and I found myself reaching back to grab his ass. I pulled him into me. I could feel his cock hard in his pants, pressing against my ass, making my juices flow.

He didn’t beat around the bush. He immediately asked me to leave with him and I almost jumped at his offer, but Molly wasn’t finished having fun. Midnight was still a few minutes away. There was more booze to drink and more dancing to do. And more flirting and fondling. I had already kissed him once and he had kissed me back. I liked the feel and taste of his lips on mine. I wanted to feel and taste other things.

The Bruno Mars song ended, and a slow number came on. I was sweating like crazy in the red sweater. When I had gotten dressed earlier in the evening, I had not anticipated dancing my ass off in a hot club. I could feel the sweat pooling between my breasts, sluicing down my spine to the top of my ass. I needed a drink and a napkin—several napkins, in fact—but Brad the banker had other ideas. Before I could walk off the dance floor, he took my hand and pulled me close.

“Uh uh, not so fast,” he said, pulling me into his arms. My hands went around his neck and he put his hands on my waist, then slid them around to the top of my ass to pull me in close to him.

“I need a drink,” I said playfully, our noses touching. His eyes were deep brown, like two dark pools. I could see myself reflected in them. “And a visit to the ladies’ room. I’m melting in this sweater.”

“That sweater will be off soon enough,” he said, putting his cheek to mine and moving us slowly around the floor. “But first, you have to slow dance with me.”

“Okay…” I sighed in his ear. There was no way I could refuse. It felt so good being in his arms. He was wearing an expensive suit and smelled heavenly. I could feel the lean muscles in his shoulders, his chest pressing to mine. And his cock, harder now, was pushing into my leg. I shifted to the side a little, so it could rub against my cunt as we moved around the floor.

“I like the way you dance,” I said, my lips at his ear. “And you smell amazing. What is that?”

“Aramis,” he said, pressing his nose to my hair. “You smell nice, too. Is that lavender?”

“It is,” I said, pulling my head back so I could look him in the eyes.

He pushed his eyebrows up. “What?”

“Are you married, Brad the banker?” I asked.

He smiled. “Would it matter?”

I tried not to look too disappointed. “I’m afraid so. I don’t do married men.”

“What kind of men do you do?” he asked, smirking.

I gave him a scolding look. “The unmarried kind.”

He shook his head. “That’s good to know. I’ve never been married.”

“Swear?”

He held up three fingers. “Scouts honor.”

I had already checked his left hand for a ring. He wore a large garnet on the finger, but no wedding band. “Okay,” I said, starting to stroke the back of his neck with my nails. “How about a fiancé?”

“Nope, never been engaged,” he said. “Never even close.”

“Not even close?” I asked, giving him a sideways smile. “How can someone who looks and smells and dances like you not have women lined up around the block to sleep with them.”

“I never said I didn’t have women lined up around the block,” he said. I couldn’t tell by his expression if he was joking or not. I was too drunk to notice the little red flag waving in my brain. “I just said I’d never been engaged.”

“Ah, so you do have women lined up around the block.”

He slid his hands down over my ass and lifted me up to my tiptoes. “Other women may be lined up around the block, but I’m here with you.”

I bit my lip and gave him a drunken, horny stare. “Is that supposed to make me feel special?”

Before he could answer, the crowd started the countdown to midnight. Brad the banker and I held hands and chanted right along with them.

“Ten… nine… eight… seven… six… five… four… three… two… one… Happy New Year!”

The crowd erupted in cheers and hollers. The bar filled with the sights and sounds of New Year’s: noisemakers, horns, streamers, balloons, and kissing. Lots and lots of kissing. I turned back to Brad and put my hands to his cheeks. “Happy New Year, Brad the banker.”

“Happy New Year, Molly the paralegal.”

I pulled his face down to mine and gave him a deep, wet, hot, sloppy kiss. I wrapped my arms around his neck and put my lips to his ear and sighed.

“Okay, whatever your name really is, let’s get the fuck out of here.”