The rest of the night went by in pretty much the same way. Dancing, drinking, talking, and having fun in general. Sadly, I didn't get to play out the mock jealousy routine. Maybe for the better. Not even I could tell how 'mock' it really would've been right now, she really did get me good with her lap pillow. This was an interesting feeling, one that I haven't felt in… at least five years. Most likely much longer.

I was sitting alone at the table we occupied a short while ago, waiting for my date to return after refreshing herself. Atmosphere in the club started to shift. I looked at the time, and it was close to four in the morning. The DJ, who long since finished his original set, now was playing relaxing tunes. Even the stroboscope slowed down. This change brought a bout of melancholy with it, for the fact that a great night was on its way to the end. I had a lot of fun tonight. A lot more than I thought was possible.

"Hey, handsome, why the long face?" I heard an unfamiliar voice. I looked up from my drink and saw the owner of said voice. She was fairly attractive, if a bit plain. Long black hair. Average height. Decent figure. Smart usage of makeup and clothes to bring maximum out of what she had. I would rate her as a seven out of ten, enough to buy her a drink and, maybe, spend the night with. Well, not tonight.

"Not interested." I said and brought my gaze back to the drink. Being hit on was a nostalgic feeling, it really dropped by a lot after I got a few facial scars.

"Why so cold? How about a dance first, and then we can get to know each other a bit closer?" I could tell that she was quite tipsy, hence the liquid courage speaking right now. She put her hand on my shoulder, and I was about to shake it off when…

"Oi. Hands off from my man, bitch." I heard my lady's voice, hurrying to save her gentlemen in a jeopardy.

"Should've guessed that all the good ones are already taken," the brunette scoffed, before taking her hand from my shoulder and leaving.

I looked at my date, she met my gaze. We both stared at each other for a moment, before I started laughing. She shrugged and took her seat next to me.

"Hmm. This fake jealousy shtick is pretty fun, in fact," she said. "Um, I didn't overstep or something, right? I mean, if you wanted a threesome…"

I interrupted her immersion-breaking words with a kiss.

"A reward kiss to a great heroine, who saved me from a witch," I said. " As for the matter of threesome. All of my attention is already booked tonight."

This time it was her turn to look into my eyes. Not sure what she was searching for, but whatever she found made her smile and nuzzle into my side. She was soft, warm and smelled so good… The feeling of her hand on my leg brought me back from my momentary lapse.

"Hey… I had enough dancing for tonight," she whispered into my ear, the tone of her voice bringing a shiver down my spine. "How about we move along with our schedule?"

To punctuate that, she lightly nibbled on my ear. I smiled at that, and put my hand on her knee, slowly moving it upward towards the hem of her dress. I felt a hot sign into my ear and felt her parting her legs a bit, so I could move my hand a bit more easily.

"Hey, stop teasing me." I heard her saying in a naughty tone, after my hand stopped just before reaching her panties. Again. Her pretty face was a sight to behold right now. Flushed cheeks. Quickened breath. She was even chewing on her lower lip to stifle a moan. Her eyes were full of heat. What a lewd face. I liked it. A lot.

I felt her squirm a bit, trying to move my hand closer to the final destination. Yeah, I guess that's a pretty clear signal that it's time for the next event of today's itinerary.

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"My place or hotel?" I whispered into her ear, still caressing her inner thigh without touching anything over the line.

"Mmm. Your place," she moaned back, still trying to make me cross that final line.

"I think you need a moment to cool down. Want me to bring our stuff here, or would you rather go with me?" I asked, taking my hand away.

"Not in the mood to stay here all alone," my date told me, with a certain amount of blame clear in her tone.

***

The trip to the lounge to take our stuff lacked any interesting events. Except the new card and a note from Bella with 'Our date' written in it. The day we first met, the anniversary of her brother's death. Well, an obvious hint for me at what the new PIN was. And a reminder to think about her when I use it. Not exactly a subtle way, but that's so Bella.

My current date and I were currently outside, waiting for a taxi to arrive. My phone was actually dead right now, I guess the yesterday-me didn't charge it for a while, and I wasn't in a state to pay attention earlier.

I was half of a mind to start making out with my companion to kill time, but was entirely unsure if I could stop myself from taking her to the alleyway in such a case. Very tempting, yes, but I could endure for a bit longer and not cut corners.

Luckily, our carriage came fast enough for me not to lose myself. I must praise the driver, the guy looked us once over in the rearview mirror, winked at me and kept his eyes straight on the road for the rest of the way.

To be frank, I wouldn't have noticed either way, cause all of my attention went to the girl of my interest, who was currently fully snuggled into my side. A short contemplation later, my right hand went back to its place under the hem of her dress, eliciting a shiver and a stifled moan out of the beauty in my arms. This time I didn't stop on the brink, though, going all the way to the moist cloth. Yeah, she was wet already. Not quite drenched, but the ride should be long enough to fix this.

My fingers started slowly tracing up and down the moist patch on her underwear, making my lady of the night subconsciously spread her legs wider. She hid her face into my neck, hot breath tickling me a bit. I felt her shivering every time my hand brushed against her clitoris through the cloth.

"I. Mmm. Hate you. Mmm. So mm-much. Right now." I heard her saying a few minutes later, when she finally understood that I had all the intention in the world to keep her firmly on the edge, without giving her rest nor giving her a release. By now, she started kissing my neck to stop herself from moaning aloud.

And that's how our taxi ride back to my place went, as I kept the same steady pace, switching between caressing her thighs when she came too close to release, or, on the contrary, focusing on her clitoris when she was about to calm herself down.

***

As soon as we entered the apartment building and found ourselves in relative seclusion, she threw herself at me, trying to suffocate me with a kiss. Just as I got into the mood, she broke away, stuck out her tongue at me and ran up the stairs while giggling mischievously. I shook my head and followed her.

But it wasn't the end of this temptress' revenge upon me. To torture my poor self even further, she lifted her dress a bit, just enough to show me the tantalizing sight of her immaculate posterior barely covered by the dark green panties. And she put enough extra sway in each of her steps to fully enthrall me. Pretty sure I would've followed her wherever she would lead me to at this moment. And all of it while keeping herself just out of my hand's reach!

The ascent to the third floor never felt so long, yet so short at the same time. At the last step, she turned around to face me, still holding her dress up and smiling radiantly. I took another step up, and she took another step back. And again. And again. She looked right into my eyes. A challenge and an invitation, what an enticing combo.

We continued our little game of cat and mouse, until she found herself against the wall, still looking straight at me. Daring me to take this last step. Inviting me to take it.

Still, we better get inside first. Before someone overly curious decided to go out and check what were all those noises just outside their doors. I fished my keys out of the pocket and gestured toward the door, and she reluctantly nodded.

I opened the door and went inside, flicking the light switch in the process and taking off my shoes. My companion followed right behind me. I helped her to take off her jacket and a pair of high-heels. That's how far my self-discipline was able to take me, before my lust overtook my sanity.

It started with a deep, hungry kiss. The one that was fully reciprocated with equal hunger. My hands went behind her back, quickly locating the zipper of her dress, liberating her form from it, leaving her in a matching pair of dark green bra and panties. It wasn't some sort of over the top lingerie, far from it. Strangely innocent yet sexy at the same time, it looked incredibly enticing on her tanned, lithe body.

We continuously kissed our way to the bedroom, stopping once in a while to catch a breath and for her to unbutton my shirt, which I threw somewhere as soon as she finished. A few quick motions later, my pair of pants followed it on the journey, leaving me in a pair of boxers. Naked appreciation of my body, clear in her eyes, gave my ego a sizable boost.

My own gaze mirrored the same emotions after she took off her front-hooked bra. Not the biggest pair I've ever seen, but they had an advantage in perkiness and shape. And they were plenty big, mind you. Around Double D, I would hazard a guess. And there was still room to grow. Her areola and nipples were a bit darker than her skin-tone. Oh, and they were already hard, indicating that I wasn't the only one excited here.

At this point, we reached the bed already. I broke the kiss, pushing my lady of the night onto the sheets, and reached my hands to pull off the last piece of clothes left on her. After it was done, I was once again dumbfounded for a brief moment at how beautiful she was. She wasn't shy at all, fully enjoying my appreciative look at her. Not that there was anything about her to feel embarrassed.

Another ego boost from pleased surprise on her face once I took my boxers off. I was long since hard as a rock, not at all surprising with a sight like that before me. I scanned her form once again, absentmindedly noting that the carpet doesn't match the drapes, as the accurately trimmed patch of her pubic hair was of reddish-brown color. She evidently noticed my gaze and spread her legs apart in a clear welcome.

And who was I to decline?