1. Neon Nights


    Date: 3/31/2015, Categories: Hardcore, Author: SITTING, Rating: , Source: LushStories

    hushed. “You’ll never guess who it was with.” “The old lady with the cats? Room 1341?” “No. Better. Hotter. Younger.” I shook my head. “I don’t know, Ethan. I just had the craziest fuck of my life. I can’t think.” He frowned. “Who’d you get with?” I leaned against the elevator wall as he hit the button for the ground floor. “Let’s just say you were right about James Silver.” Ethan’s jaw dropped. “You’re kidding.” “No. Why? You don’t think I’d be good enough for a guy like him?” Ethan shook his head. “No. It’s just… I was in his room. With his fiancée. Evelyn.” I felt the colour drain from my face. “You fucked her?” He nodded. “And she is one seriously dirty girl. So into anal, my God! I thought I might have finally met my match and then she started crying about how guilty she felt. All in all, it was a bit of a mess. I left as soon as I could.” *** The wedding party was in full swing by the time Ethan and I sneaked in. We wandered around, basking in the decadence and sipping at flutes of pale pink champagne. Guests were dancing and conversing, everybody in high spirits. It was a perfect wedding. James Silver looked deceptively sophisticated and charming in his suit and his new bride was a dazzling picture of perfection. They looked pure and magnificent, the kind of people who’d benefit the world if only by bringing smiles to peoples’ faces. Beneath my dress, my body still ached from Silver’s attentions and it brought a smile to my face to think that I knew what he was ...
    really like, despite his smooth acting skills. “What’s so funny?” Ethan asked, shoving a huge wedge of wedding cake into my hand. “I was just thinking,” I said. “We know those two better than anyone here. Better than they know each other.” I ate a mouthful of cake and then a larger one. It tasted heavenly. Ethan shrugged and bit into his own slice. “That’s the thing about being rich,” he said. “Everything becomes fake.” We stood in amiable silence, eating delicious cake and washing it down with $1,000-per-bottle champagne. Expensively-dressed guests milled around, occasionally stopping to exchange pleasantries. Evelyn Silver was dancing with an ancient guy and laughing like she was enjoying it. I looked around to see where James Silver was and found him behind me, talking to a monocle-wearing guest. He caught my eye, excused himself and came over. “What are you doing here?” he asked. I leaned in close. “You owe me five grand, remember?” He laughed. “I’m good for it. You’ll get it.” And then, “Do you want to dance?” I stared at him a second, thrown off guard but he grasped my hand and pulled me to the floor. His hand settled on my waist, and he moved effortlessly to the music. “You really do have two sides, don’t you?” I said. “On one hand you want to fuck your way to hell, on the other, you’re this clean-cut gentleman.” Silver looked contemplative and then he shrugged. “You’re right. Evelyn fits the second side. If I work at it, maybe we’ll last.” “Maybe she fits the first side ...
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