"Look at all of this," Amy said in an awed tone. The athletic blonde was walking around the room with her hands clasped tightly together at her waist, like she was afraid that she might accidentally break something just by touching it. "I can't believe we've got the whole place to ourselves."

"It does seem a touch... excessive, doesn't it, dear?" Cat agreed, then blinked. "Is that a piano?"

"Pfft, that's not even a real grand piano," Syd remarked, rolling her eyes dismissively. "It's just a baby grand." Noticing the looks the others were giving her, she asked, "Haven't you guys ever seen a hotel room with a piano before?"

"No, Syd. I've never seen a hotel room with any kind of piano before," Amy replied. "I've also never stayed in a hotel room with one fireplace, let alone two."

Sticking her head into the closest of the suite's bathrooms, Cat added over her shoulder, "Or a walk-in rain shower."

"Or a chandelier, or an attached conference room, or, you know..." Amy gestured at their luxurious surroundings. "...any of this stuff."

"I'm right there with you, hon. Staying in the presidential suite is going to be a new experience for me. When I travel for work, I'm happy enough if the Wi-Fi works, the bed is reasonably clean, and nobody is having loud sex in the room next door."

"Heh, well, tonight you're gonna have to settle for two out of three," Syd informed her with a wicked smirk. "Maybe if I call down to the lobby the concierge can get you a pair of earplugs –"

"Sydney!" Amy squeaked.

Cat shot her mortified friend a knowing look, then shook her head wryly.

"It's pretty late already," she announced. Turning to Ryan, she continued, "How about you order us some dinner, handsome, and then we'll turn in for the night?"

"Sure, I can do that," he said, setting down the double armful of luggage he was carrying. Walking over to the sleek, modern bar that divided the suite's kitchen from the living area, he reached for the phone sitting on the black marble countertop, then stopped. "Any requests, ladies? I think I saw a menu around here somewhere –"

Syd's stomach grumbled loudly.

"Just get us one of everything." she commanded imperiously. "And three of each dessert!"

***

The room service food was, as one would expect, uniformly excellent. Syd did more than her fair share of damage to the enormous spread, but nobody complained. She was the one paying, after all. Besides, there had been plenty to go around.

After everyone ate their fill, Cat had gracefully excused herself, giving Amy a last amused glance before claiming one of the bedrooms and closing the door behind her. She hadn't taken Syd up on the offer to get her a pair of earplugs, he noted.

Hopefully Cat's a heavy sleeper... Syd can be pretty loud.

At the moment, though, Syd was snuggled up against him on the fancy leather couch, resting her head in his lap with a contented expression. Amy had taken a seat opposite them and was staring into the crackling fireplace.

"Ryan, I've been thinking," she blurted out, breaking the companionable silence. "I didn't want to rush things... and I know that it's sort of... ah... how the heck am I supposed to say this?" She made a frustrated noise. "Everything sounded so clear in my head!" After a moment of hesitation, she collected herself, then continued in an uncertain voice. "I want to... make our relationship official, Ryan. Ah, that is, if the two of you are okay with it?"

He gave her a smile, then looked down at Syd. The adorable brat had rolled over and was now staring up at him, her brown eyes sparkling excitedly.

"How does my girlfriend feel about this?" he asked her.

"She feels like it's about freaking time."

"...is that a yes?"

"It's an enthusiastic yes, you big dummy. Now give Amy an answer before she melts into the sofa."

"Right." The current situation fell way outside his experience. Hoping for the best, Ryan took a deep breath, then turned his attention back to Amy, who was fidgeting nervously while she awaited his response. "Amy Reid," he began in a serious tone, "I like you a lot. I'd trust you with my life. Well, I guess I've already trusted you with my life, but I'd do it again without a second thought. I enjoy the time we spend together, and I want to get to know you better." He paused. "Amy, would you be my... uh, second girlfriend?"

Syd snorted, covering her mouth with both hands. A muffled cackle emerged from between her fingers, then another. After a few seconds, Amy joined in, and before long, both of them were laughing so hard that he could see tears forming at the corners of their eyes.

"What?" He looked from one woman to the other, confused. "...I'm missing something, aren't I?"

"Amy – hahaha, oh man, I can't believe you guys –" Syd pounded a fist on the cushion, struggling for breath as another fit of giggles seized her. "– she wasn't asking for a confession – ahaha – a confession of everlasting love – haha – she just wanted to you to fuck her brains out –"

"Syd!" Amy cut her off. "Ryan, don't listen to her. Yes, I will be your girlfriend!"

"Great! Finally." With a last snicker, Syd jumped to her feet. "Now that we've got all that out of the way..." She made a sweeping gesture, then intoned formally, "...shall we adjourn to the bedroom?"

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"So, how should we... do this?" Amy asked timidly after closing the door behind them.

"I've been thinking about that a lot, actually," Syd said as she rummaged around in the closet. "And I had a couple ideas."

"Why am I not surprised," Ryan muttered.

"Because you're familiar with my many talents," she fired back.

"Because I'm familiar with the fact that you're a little pervert," he corrected.

"Ha! Takes one to know one."

"He's not little," Amy objected, almost too quietly to be heard.

"Aww, come on, Ames, you've gotta be a little more confident. We're girlfriend and girlfriend and boyfriend now, there's no need for you to be shy. If you want to flirt with Ryan, that's fine. Just tell him."

"Tell him...?"

"Tell him, 'Ryan, you may be a pervert, but your cock isn't little. In fact, it's quite large.' I won't mind, and I promise, he won't mind either. Guys love hearing stuff like that." From inside the closet, there was a muffled crash as Syd knocked something over, then a long scraping sound. "Aha, found it! I knew that there'd be one in here."

"Ryan, you have a... b-big... cock," Amy stammered.

"We'll work on that," Syd said encouragingly as she struggled past them, dragging the object she'd apparently been searching for.

"Syd," Ryan asked. "What is that?"

"What does it look like?" She leaned the wood-framed glass rectangle against the wall next to the room's massive four-poster bed. "It's a mirror."

"I can see that it's a mirror. Why are you carrying a mirror around, Syd?"

"Amy likes to watch, right?" Syd threw an arm around the taller woman's waist. "Well, I figured she might want to, you know, watch herself."

"Ah," Amy said. After transforming back, the women had dressed in a hurry, and it was obvious to him that she'd foregone a bra. The hard points of her nipples could clearly be seen, poking out through the thin t-shirt she was wearing. "I... yes, I think I might like that, if...?"

Moving over to stand on the opposite side of the pair, Ryan wrapped his own arm around Amy's toned waist, crossing Syd's. After giving her a moment to voice her displeasure or pull away, he slid his hand down to rest on her hip. She stiffened slightly at his touch, audibly sucking in a breath, then relaxed into his embrace.

Amy's chin came up, and her clear grey eyes met his. That, at least, was a signal that Ryan could understand without having to rely on Syd to interpret.

Bending down, he kissed her.

The kiss he shared with Amy was entirely different from any of the ones he'd shared with Syd. Not better, or worse, just... different. When their lips met, there wasn't a rush of sudden passion. They weren't grappling, feverish with desire. He kissed her slowly, deliberately, letting the natural rhythm of the moment grow between them.

Her tongue flicked lightly across his lips, and he opened his mouth, entangling it with his own.

Without breaking stride, he hooked his fingers under her shirt, lifting it to reveal her taut midriff. Higher. Trapped in the bunched cloth, Amy's substantial breasts were pulled upwards, then finally dropped free, exposing her lovely pink nipples. Watching her reflection in the full-length mirror, she moaned.

Taking a half-step back, she raised her arms over her head, allowing him to finish removing the shirt, then slid out of her baggy sweatpants. Ryan started to follow suit, but she stopped him with a wordless hand on his.

Dropping to her knees, her gaze still locked on the mirror behind him, Amy began undressing him. Her fingers, fumbling slightly, opened his fly, then tugged down the zipper of his pants.

"Ames, do you mind if I, um, give you a hand with that?" Syd asked.

"No," Amy husked. "Please do."

Syd, already naked, knelt down beside Amy. Working together, the pair quickly and efficiently removed his clothes, leaving him standing naked in front of the mirror.

He was already erect, the erotic display of two naked women below more than enough to make that part of him spring into readiness. Amy ran a fingertip along the underside of his shaft, tracing his length, her eyes widening as it bobbed eagerly in response to her touch.

"It really is big," she murmured.

"Just wait until it's inside of you... it feels even bigger," Syd promised.

Withdrawing her hand, Amy shuddered.

"Now what?" she asked.

Taking her gently by the shoulders, Ryan raised her back to her feet.

"Now," he said, "I'm going to give you something to see."

He guided her hands to the wall, placing one on either side of the mirror, then directed her to spread her legs and arch her back. Once he'd positioned the woman's toned body the way he wanted, he crouched down behind her.

"This position is... a little embarrassing, Ryan," she said, looking down at him from between her legs. "Are you sure...?"

"Hey, don't look at him," Syd chided her. Using a single finger, she turned Amy's head, leaving her staring into the eyes of her reflection. "You're supposed to be watching the show."

Reaching around her thighs, Ryan ran his middle finger lightly across her folds. Amy was dripping wet, her body trembling with pent-up desire.

"Ah."

She was ready, he decided. Without further delay, he pressed his mouth into the gap between her legs.

"Ahhh!"

His tongue pushed up between her lower lips, drawing a louder whine out of her, and she began to shake. If his hands weren't locked firmly on her hips, holding her up, she might have collapsed on top of him. With a grin, he accelerated his pace, stirring her insides below while his fingers rubbed above.

Amy's panting breath fogged the mirror. Below, her breasts swung in wobbling orbits as she pushed herself back against his face.

"Oh, hell yeah," Syd encouraged him. "Give it to her, Ry!" There was a camera-shutter noise. "You're really good at this."

"What the...? Syd! Are – ah! – are you – ahhh! – recording us?"

"Um, yeah, obviously. And taking pictures. Don't worry, Ames, it's going to come out great. You look so fucking hot right now."

Lending weight to her statement, the fingers of Syd's free hand were tracing slow, sensual circles around her clit, her eyelids fluttering as she continued to record.

"That's not – ahhh! – the point!"

"Oh." Syd sounded nonplussed. "Then, what, are you worried I won't send it to you? I'll text you a copy after we're done."

"Nnnooooh!" Amy's protest turned into yelps of pleasure as Ryan pushed his tongue even deeper inside her. "I'm going to... going to... I'm coming!"

"Definitely keeping a copy for myself, though," Syd muttered, ignoring her friend's increasingly-incoherent complaints. "This is prime spank bank material."