A Muse's Inspiration (closed for Poprockz)

[Lucian_Devine]

Blake of course saw Euterpe glance down to where he'd placed her hand, and he naturally wondered if she'd allow it, even before he saw the smirk come to that beautiful face of hers. He couldn't stop the full-bellied laugh that her joke pulled from him, but he was able to keep himself standing upright as they walked, rather than doubling over with laughter.

"A smart wager to be sure..." Blake started, bowing his head, lifting his free right hand, and tipping his imaginary hat to her in the process. "...but I'm sure you know that the preferred style of sword changes with time and location, and thus won't look down on me for embracing the sword of my time.

A bit of a flush came to Blake's face when he heard the words unparalleled skills come out of Euterpe's mouth, but he couldn't resist the chuckle all the same. "From satisfactory to unparalleled after just one day and one time you say? If I keep up this exponential rate of improvement, I'll be a sex god in no time!" As he finished talking, he gave her hip the gentlest of bumps with his own before continuing to walk in a straight line with her towards the restaurant.

 

[Poprockz]

Ah, she had said that, hadn’t she? The truth was that she had said such a thing in order to deprive him of the ego boost she assumed he would get upon telling him that it had been very pleasurable for her. At that point, she had only known him briefly and was still wary of him. At this point she was less so. It had only been a few days, but she felt she had more of a grasp of who he was, and he didn’t seem to be the sort who would flaunt his prowess in an obnoxious way.

The woman cleared her throat and tried to put on a bit of an aloof air, even as her cheeks went slightly pink. “Perhaps I wasn’t as… generous with my praise as I could have been that first time. Anyway,” she quickly changed the subject, “will you be indulging in spirits tonight, or will you be sober?”

 

[Lucian_Devine]

The sound of Euterpe clearing her throat drew Blake's gaze. He schooled that gaze of course, but it was impossible for him to not admit to himself that she looked just the slightest bit prettier with the slight flush of pink on her cheeks. It reminded him of the previous night and how all of that had sparked off to begin with. The two situations were naturally very different, but there was just something about seeing the beautiful and normally confident muse on the back foot that made her almost irresistible to him. He didn't even truly know what it was about it that caused that reaction in him, because he wasn't normally like that, and in fact had never been like that with, or even around, any of the numerous other women from his past. Though she wasn't like any other woman from his past. So that much at least did make sense.

Despite the inner turmoil though, Blake's response came quickly. "Yes, I think I will be. I trust that the three of you, as well as hopefully my own resolve, will be enough to make sure I don't relapse...too hard. This is a celebration of sorts after all, and what would a celebration be without some alcohol shared between friends?"

 

[Poprockz]

“That sounds reasonable,” she nodded, checking her purse to make sure she hadn’t forgotten her wallet. “If for some reason you get too intoxicated, I promise to get you home in one piece.”

It was obvious from her tone that she was being playful, though she did intend to make good on that promise. The last thing she wanted was to have him end up in an unsafe situation, or even a situation that would leave him kicking himself later. His well-being was of the utmost importance and shame was one of those things that could block one’s creativity sometimes.

Being that the night had a chilly breeze about it, she opted to go inside despite the fact that the bandmates weren’t there yet. The host would escort them to their table when the time came, after all.

Speaking of, the host greeted them politely before leading them to one of the booths in the back that had more privacy than the others. The restaurant itself was obviously high-caliber and expensive, the interior being modern with tones of white, grey, and light lavender. Over their table was a crystal chandelier and on the table itself there was a wood bowl that had dividers in it. The dividers made eight sections, each with little spoons in them for a different type of salt.

 

[Lucian_Devine]

"It's good to know that I'm in safe hands." Blake said, bowing his head slightly in appreciation as the pair approached the restaurant. He did of course know that Euterpe was being playful, but if he had to have somebody watching over him, he could certainly do worse than a literal goddess, that was for sure. He had no intention of taking her off for granted, but he appreciated it all the same.

As Blake escorted Euterpe up to the door, somebody, likely a host, opened the door for them. Blake nodded his thanks to the man, while verbally thanking him as the pair of them entered through the wide door side-by side. Blake remained silent as Euterpe talked to the host at the podium, being as the reservation was in her name. When the man turned to lead them to their table, he finally forced himself to let go of her hand, but only so that he could step back and lift his hand in the direction the host was walked. "Lady's first." He said simply, giving her a small but playful smile.

Blake followed Euterpe and the host as they led the way down the aisle that led the way between the tables on either side of them, leading the way towards the back of the restaurant. He kept up, despite letting his gaze cast back and forth, admiring the utter beauty of the place. He'd been to his fair share of restaurants, given his father's ego, but this was certainly one of the finest places he'd been to, partly because of the color scheme. Something about white being the base color really added that extra element of fancy to everything. The subtle greys and hints of lavender helped add a splash of color and keep everything from being bland and boring-looking, as did the gorgeous crystal chandeliers over every table.

The host stopped in front of a large half-circle booth that surrounded a similarly-sized round table. Just as he'd let her follow the host first, Blake let Euterpe enter the booth first, picking which side she wanted and how deep in she wanted to sit. He was a little surprised that she slid all the way into the booth, knowing that she would undoubtedly be the center of attention, and thus have a bandmate on either side of her there. She'd of course have been safer sitting at the edge of the booth, having an easy and accessible escape route.

Blake slid in on the other side of the booth, but slid all the way in until he was beside Euterpe. "I always did like these large booths..." He started, keeping his gaze forward, even as his left hand found it's way to her bare right knee. "...though it does mean that only two of us get to rub shoulders with you." He continued as he continued to keep a look out as his hand started to creep both upwards and under her dress. "You see, the guys can get a bit...handsy..." He let his middle finger drag up the center of her panty-covered slit. "...especially when they've been drinking..." He finally turned his his dark brown gaze towards her, propping an elbow on the table and his cheek on it as though they were making casual conversation. "Would you like me to sit here to help...protect one side..." He let his finger glide down her slit once more before dragging it's way up once more. "...or shall I leave you to the proverbial wolves so that you three can get more acquainted?"

 

[Poprockz]

Her eyes shifted so she could look at him side-ways and a little knowing smirk came to her face. Of course she could feel those teasing fingers flitting lightly over the black lace of her thong, though she gave no indication that she noticed. Rather than be offended, she quite liked how bold yet still subtle this under-the-table flirt was.

"They're handsy, you say? You wouldn't know anything about that, would you?" She murmured low enough that even if the waiter was nearby, they wouldn't be able to make it out. "I think I will take you up on that offer. After all, I think I need someone to protect my virginal chastity or I might be corrupted by these sex-crazed miscreants you call bandmates."

There was a low little chuckle before she took a drink of her water.

 

[Lucian_Devine]

It took some effort for Blake to keep a straight face when Euterpe gave him him the side-eye, especially with the little smirk that he could see kissing the corner of her mouth. When she asked her question though, he couldn't help but join in the fun. "Who me? Perish the though!" Blake said in a high-pitched voice filled with feigned offense. "How DARE you mistake me for anything but the pure..." His middle finger slowly dragged it's way up her slit once more. "...and noble..." It then slowly glided it's way back down, letting his nail drag against the fabric and the intimate flesh beneath it. "...knight in shining armor I am! I will prove it to you by pro..."

As Blake was talking, he was interrupted by the approach of the waitress, who he'd of course been keeping a look out for out of the corner of his own eye, even as he'd been focusing most of his attention on Euterpe. "Good evening. Can I get the two of you something to drink while you wait for your two companions?" He turned his attention to the waitress, making to slowly pull his hand from between Euterpe's thighs at the same time, only to have and feel those thighs swiftly close around his hand like a vice.

"I...um..." Blake started, stammering for a second before he figured out what to do. "Ladies first..." He said softly, squaring his left shoulder a bit more to mask what he as doing as both he and the waitress, a short and pretty raven-haired woman with green eyes, turned their gazes towards Euterpe. "I guess chivalry isn't dead yet after all." The woman said as she did so.

 

[Poprockz]

"I guess not," Euterpe let out an easy laugh, as though his fingers weren't pulling her panties to the side. She had relished the sound of his voice faltering for a moment, likely having been taken by surprise by the trap that had been set for him. Though he was very quick to bounce back, she noticed. That was fun enough, she supposed, so she released him from the plush embrace of her soft thighs.

"If you could bring me... hm... a bottle of your best red wine and-oh!" Euterpe tried to mask the soft exclamation by pretending that something else had just occurred to her. Though what had truly happened was that a rather daring finger had pressed against where he knew her clit was and was now very slowly rubbing in a circular motion. "A bottle of your best white wine too. I think that would suffice for me. How about you, Blake?"

She turned her head to him and raised her eyebrow, wondering what he was craving at the moment besides the feeling of her moistening pussy against his fingers.

 

[Lucian_Devine]

Though Euterpe's thighs kept his hand trapped in place, Blake still had full motion in his fingers, and he took full advantage of that as he used two fingers to pull the tiny bit of fabric that was her panties to the side before planting one finger in place, keeping them out of the way and waiting. He of course noticed when her thighs relaxed, but still he did nothing, letting her think the fun was over. The second she started to talk though, his middle finger struck, dragging it's way between her moistening pussy lips once more. This time though, there was no hesitation to his movements, not that one anyway, because no sooner did his finger, damp with her juices, reach her clit, than he switched to rubbing very slow circles around it.

Oh yes, Blake had seen that tiny flash of pride cross Euterpe's face when his voice faltered, and his face flashed with the same bit of pride when he heard the soft exclamation that interrupted her drink order. She masked it well enough, and the waitress seemed to not have noticed, given that her attention was focused on writing down the drink order, but that didn't take away any of the enjoyment he felt in doing it.

When Euterpe finished her order and asked him his, turning the attention back to him, Blake took a moment to turn towards the waitress, even though his finger continued it's slow and sultry dance around her clit. "I'll start with a Rum and Coke..." Blake started before hesitating as an idea came to him. "...with a triple shot of rum..." He turned from the waitress to Euterpe and gave her a knowing wink. "Nah, make it a single shot. I guess I can take things..." He said, turning back towards the waitress and letting his head bob back and forth a couple of times as though he were searching for the right word. "...slow...until the guys get here..." He punctuated his first word with a firm flick of Euterpe's clit before returning to those long and slow circles, letting the side of his finger drag against each side of her clit in the process.

 

[Poprockz]

She had been a bit shocked when he asked for three shots, seeing as he had mentioned taking it somewhat easy tonight. Though that shock soon turned to realization as he "changed his mind." The muse had to bite her lip briefly to keep from letting out a noise or a heavy breath. Their earlier play had made her more sensitive, having had no release yet, and she relished the feeling of being teased. Blake's forefathers did not see fit to take the time or effort to tease her, always getting straight to the main event. They didn't understand that sometimes the lead-up was just as much fun as the act itself.

"A rum and coke and two bottles of top-shelf wine, got it. I'll be back with your drinks shortly," the waitress replied with a smile before going off to gather what was requested.

Once she was gone, Euterpe chuckled. "You're very naughty, you know that?"

 

[Lucian_Devine]

Blake's finger continued to move in it's slow and teasing circles, even as the waitress turned and walked away. He managed to keep a straight face until he heard Euterpe. Her chuckle triggered one of his own. Despite that though, he did managed to hear her words.

"True..." Blake started, leaning back against the booth, but not pausing in his teasing for even a second. "...but I like to think we all have a bit of a naughty streak in us. Take you for example..." He turned towards Euterpe after checking once more that the coast was clear, and darted in to give her the briefest of pecks on the cheek. "You clamped your thighs together like a vice when I went to pull my hand away." He gave her a knowing look for a second before relaxing more fully back against the booth and even picking up the pace of the teasing circling of his finger. "Besides, what better way to preserve virginal chastity than by giving you a taste of pleasures you're...allowed...to..."

Blake's teasing circles got faster and faster as he spoke, wanting to test Euterpe's ability to not draw attention to them while he gave her an orgasm. He punctuated his teasing and words with firm flicks of her clit on his last two words. He'd intended it to be three flicks of her clit, with one more flick coming with his final word, followed by more circles, but the sudden sight of Dean and Kyle caught his attention and made him pull his hand away from her. He went one step further and raised that hand to signal to them, guiding them towards them, even though they were with the hostess, just to try to take even more suspicion away from what they might have been seen doing, if they were seen or suspected at all.

 

[Poprockz]

He had a point- it had been a rather naughty thing to do when she trapped him with her legs. In a way she had asked for this, though she hadn't expected for him to take it so far as to try to coax an orgasm from her.

Opening her purse, she took out her lipstick and a compact mirror while he spoke to give her something to focus on. The muse reapplied her lipstick with a hand that was slightly unsteady, though she managed not to smear it on her skin. It was taking effort not to squirm or make any noises, so she had to breathe in order to control herself. The muse's breaths were deep and shaky when they came back out, and she had just closed her eyes and bit her lip before he stopped.

The action caused her to open her eyes and see the bandmates, her compact snapping shut as she put it and her lipstick back in her purse. Her pussy was soaked now, and she had been very close to a climax if he hadn't halted his efforts. In a way, their arrival had saved her a potentially embarrassing scene.

"It's good to see you two," she called to them as they approached. Kyle scooted in next to her while Dean scooted in after him. She could have imagined it, but Dean seemed to have shot Blake a surly look as though asking why he got to sit on her other side.

 

[Lucian_Devine]

Though he didn't have much time in the moment, Blake did genuinely feel bad that Euterpe had been denied her orgasm. Yes, they'd been teasing each other earlier in the day, and yes, he'd been teasing her a bit, but before he'd seen the guys, he he'd truly intended to keep going until she had an orgasm. He wanted to push her to that point, to see if she was able to keep herself mostly composed, or if he could shatter that composed exterior and leave her a hot and sweaty mess, collapsed against the booth. As it stood though, the two of them had to just sit there with a bandmate beside each of them, pretending that none of it had happened.

"Took you guys long enough..." Blake started off, casting a mock dirty look at each of his friends, happily ignoring the surly look Dean shot his way. "We've been here for HOURS, and I was running out of civilized conversation to entertain our esteemed guest. I was just about to tell her about Kyle being a one-trick pony..." He cocked his head slightly to the side before continuing. "...no pun intended of course, but seriously, he's packing a real hammer of a cock down there." He flicked his gaze towards Euterpe, knowing that both of them had been making an effort at getting in her pants, and figuring that she might enjoy some teasing at their expense. "You just better be damn sure you can work yourself up, because he's got the tongue of a fumbling virgin that wouldn't be able to find a clit if it was five feet tall and staring him right in the face."

 

[Poprockz]

Kyle snorted and crossed his arms, leaning back against the booth in a relaxed manner. "Yeah? Isn't that why they invented lube? At least I have that big-dick energy." His eyes went to dean and he grinned wolfishly, "You wouldn't know anything about that though, would you, Dean?"

Dean rolled his eyes. "Spoken like a dude who's all dick and no brains. You may not know this, but there are some of us guys who have girls come back for another bang session because they actually came the last time. I guess that goes for you too though, doesn't it Blake? When was the last time you had a second date again?" The two men looked at Blake, clearly enjoying the sharp jabs and banter.

Between them, Euterpe simply had an amused smile on her face. It was nice to know what they might be packing, seeing as it was still possible that she might sleep with them at one point or another. While some might have been deeply offended by such comments, it seemed that they all liked poking fun at one another. She was more than happy to be the spectator to their verbal dick-measuring contest.

 

[Lucian_Devine]

Blake couldn't help but chuckle as Kyle fired at Dean, who in turn fired at him. He then turned to Euterpe, who was clearly just enjoying the show, given the amused smile on her face. "Now now, in Dean's defense, he does have the oral skills of a lesbian couple, and I do mean couple, because he can be both the butch or the femme, doing it soft or rough. So at least you'd get yours, one way or the other."

"As for me..." Blake started, leaning back into the booth, and even daring to put his arm around Euterpe's shoulders as he cocked his head to one side and then the other, seemingly trying to figure out exactly what to say. "He's not wrong, and the answer is...high school, junior year, but you see, first dates are easy, especially if they approach me. They break the ice for me, which is always the hardest part. Then it's just a little schmoozing to get the date, and it's easy peasy from there...My problem is that I've got shit to do the next day, and I don't need a random girl hanging around the house. So I kick her out with enough money to get home. They don't normally want a second date after that." He chuckled at his own expense as the waitress walked up with their two bottles of wine and Blake's drink. She popped the cork on each before setting them back in the ice bucket she'd brought with each of them before turning towards Kyle and Dean. Kyle just got beer, and Dean got a Gin and Coke.

 

[Poprockz]

Her eyebrow raised at the mention of Dean's skills, her eyes flicking down and then back up in Dean's direction. A big dick was all well and good, but if she had to chose between a large penis and a skilled tongue then she would chose the oral skills every time. Fortunately Blake had both a sizable rod and a skilled tongue, so he had both of his bandmates beaten in overall appeal. She liked his attitude as well now that he didn't tremble in fear at the sight of her.

Euterpe didn't bristle at his arm, instead relaxing and leaning slightly into him in a nonchalant manner. Of course she assumed that his little speech out fucking girls and kicking them out the next day was mostly posturing. Not that she didn't believe that he did that sort of thing in the past, but he didn't seem to be the sort who was callous to the point that he didn't want to have a real romantic connection with someone. He probably did such things because he had a hard time connecting with women or didn't think he was relationship material.

"Hmm... A large tool and a master pearl-polisher. You know, if you bought a large trench coat and had Kyle on the bottom and Dean on the top, you might be unstoppable." Euterpe chuckled, pouring herself a glass of white wine before swirling it in her glass and taking a sip. "Or maybe you would be the perfect tag-team."

 

[Lucian_Devine]

Blake couldn't help but smile at the looks of jealousy that his bandmates shot his way as he put his arm around Euterpe's shoulders and she nonchalantly leaned into him. He complimented Dean immediately afterwards though, and his compliments to both of his friends were mirrored by her, making it fairly hard for them to stay too mad at him for too long.

"Oh they certainly would be..." Blake started as he followed up Euterpe pouring a glass of wine for herself by pouring one for himself and going the extra mile by pouring a glass of the red for each of his friends. "I've even talked with some of the girls they've slept with, or overheard them talking with their girlfriends, and they describe the experience as a once-in-a-lifetime thing. Some of Kyle's girls couldn't walk straight for a week, and some of Dean's girls came so hard they blacked out for a second." He took a sip of his wine before setting it down and cocking his head towards her. "Speaking of once-in-a-lifetime, Ria, imagine for a moment. Imagine Dean's master pearl-polisher warming you up while you warm Kyle up. Then imagine Kyle's hammer taking you for a ride while Dean takes a run at your ass AND you warm me up. Then..." He leaned close so that he could whisper into her ear without the other guys hearing. "If you'd be so generous, I would consider myself lucky, if you'd allow me to finish what you all started."

Once Blake was done whispering in Euterpe's ear, he leaned back against the booth and took a sip of his rum and Coke, waiting to see what she thought of his proposal, hoping that it wasn't too forward.

 

[Poprockz]

There were a few moments of silence as she swirled her wine glass, a slight smirk on her lips but an otherwise unreadable expression.

She started to stroke her finger around her wine glass, caressing it with the tip of her graceful digit. "Well... One of the things that determines whether a band is going to be successful or not is its sex appeal. And just like any other industry, good reviews on the goods themselves help spread a positive opinion among the public." The muse casually took a drink of wine and set it back down.

"if I am to consider becoming the band's manager, I think it's very important for me to get a demonstration of the band's skills on... and off the stage. I take my job very seriously, you know," Blake was shot a playful side-ways glance, and under the table he would feel a slight squeeze of her hand on his thigh.

 

[Lucian_Devine]

As Blake and Euterpe had their mostly-two person chat, Kyle and Dean were all but flabbergasted at his brazenness, particularly given her position as their new manager, and how new she was to it. While their jaws weren't quite on the floor, they were trying their best. Meanwhile, any doubts Blake had about the course he'd taken to get them here, particularly in how he'd effectively pimped out Euterpe to his bandmates and then invited himself to help himself to their sloppy seconds, were cleared up by the tight squeeze of her hand of his thigh under the table and the fact that she hadn't yet retreated from under his arm around her shoulders.

"Well come on guys! What are you waiting for? "Blake exclaimed and then asked, picking up his wine glass after Euterpe navigated the situation to perfection, first nonverbally, and then verbally. "Even if we think she's going to do this sober, we couldn't possibly right? So let's get this train..." He winked at her, just because he could, even though the term didn't quite fit, and she might not even get the reference. "...started!" He then waited, casting a glance at Euterpe, hoping she'd join in, which she thankfully did!

Once they all cheers, drank, and set their glasses though, Kyle immediately spoke up. "Hold on now! You can't leave us hanging! What did you say to her to get her to agree to that? I mean...you agreed right?" He turned towards Euterpe. An obvious look of hope on his face. "What did he say?"

Blake simply shrugged, put his wine down, took another sip of his rum and Coke, and spoke. "I'm not really sure y'know." He turned to look at Euterpe before shrugging again. "Maybe I told her I'd eat out her ass if she wanted. Maybe I told her I'd treat her like a goddess. Hell, maybe I told her she could fuck me up the ass with a twelve inch black strap-on afterwards." His gaze flicked up towards the ceiling for a second. "Pffft...Iunno. Do you remember what I told you, Ria?

 

[Poprockz]

At that point the waitress brought over a loaf of warm, toasted bread slices with a side of unsalted butter. It seemed that the salts that were on the table were there to be sprinkled on top, each salt a different and interesting flavor.

When she left, Euterpe gave Kyle a flirty smile and replied, “It’s now slipped my mind exactly what was said, but suffice it to say that I’m looking forward to getting to know you both… intimately.” She picked up a slice of bread, buttered it, and sprinkled a little bit of salt on it.

 

[Lucian_Devine]

Blake couldn't help but chuckle at Euterpe's response to his question as she continued playing along. Though he'd be lying if he said that the chuckle was just because of her. It was hard not to chuckle at the still-flabbergasted looks on his friend's faces as he followed her lead and reached for a slice of bread, picked one of the salts, and had a taste. Blake couldn't really blame his friends for their surprise though. He'd never really talked or acted like this, even before he'd met Euterpe. So for him to be doing it now, after his eighteen month dry spell and celibacy...and with who appeared to be just their new band managed of all people...their shock was quite understandable. He couldn't really place what exactly it was about Euterpe that gave him this confidence, but he did know that he liked it, especially if it made her smile and laugh.

"Well go on now..." Blake started as he reached for a spoon of a second type of salt. "You guys won't have the energy for dessert if you don't eat a full meal now, and that would be such a shame. I hear that their pies are just...divine." He took his second bite of bread as he once more glanced at Euterpe, just enjoying seeing her enjoying herself.

 

[Poprockz]

"I've heard that as well," she agreed. "And I agree about getting up your energy reserves- I don't tire easily, so I would wager that I may be able to outlast all three of you if I really set my mind to it." Her movements while buttering another piece of bread were seductive, her wrist gracefully tilting while the butterknife slide over the warm bread. This piece wasn't for herself though.

Moving over, she leaned against Kyle's shoulder and offered the piece of toast to him. It was raised so all he had to do was lean forward and take a bite. He also conveniently had the perfect angle to look down her dress, one of her hands on his thigh for good measure.

The man kept eye-contact with her and slowly took a bite, though his gaze made her wonder if it wasn't herself who he truly wanted to consume.

 

[Lucian_Devine]

"Is that so?" Asked Dean of all people, even as he watched the Ria's hand and wrist moving deftly as she buttered another piece of bread, leaned against Kyle's shoulder, and offered it to him. Kyle meanwhile, was more than happy to take advantage of the view presented to him, looking down her dress until the hand on his thigh brought his hungering gaze up to hers. He then held that eye-contact, unblinking as he leaned down, breathing in her scent as he took a bite of the buttered and salted bread she offered.

"Then you wouldn't mind if we upped the ante a little bit...?" He followed up with a rhetorical question, taking out his phone, and laying it on the table before him. "I have a friend who can hook us up with some little blue pills that are made for just these kinds of occasions..." His words sounded confident until he realized what they could mean, and his face started to turn red. "...Not that I NEED them of course...least of all with someone as beautiful as you..."

"What I believe Dean means, Ria..." Blake started as Dean started to fumble the ball, is that upping the ante is no fun at all unless there is a little...shall we say...skin in the game?" As he finished speaking, and more specifically, as the word "skin" passed his lips, he leaned on the table trying to distract the other two as he moved his own left hand to rest on her thigh once more, hoping that her own attentions towards Kyle would also help, given that he would naturally have the best chance of seeing what he was about to do.

"What say we each wager a favor?" Blake paused to let his gaze move from Ria's to that of each of the other two men, and then back to hers. His hand meanwhile, inched it's way up her thigh, just like it had when they'd been alone. "I would say, any favor within reason, but given the nature of the contest, I think any favor seems appropriate enough. Don't you agree, Ria?" As he asked the question, he felt his fingers brush against her pussy lips, still exposed, and couldn't help but let them, yes all four of them, gracefully dance up and and over their moist softness, starting with his pinky and ending with his index finger. "The favors we owe you..." He let his middle finger dip between her pussy lips once more. "...could even be transferrable if you wish..." He teasingly circled her opening. "We could do a vanilla birthday party for a child of a friend..." It glided up to flick over her clit. "We could do a bachelorette party for a group of your friends..." He started to circle her clit with his finger, wondering if she'd stop him as he leaned in to whisper, even if it was loud enough for the other two men to hear. "Anything you can THINK of." He punctuated the word "think" with a firm flick of her clit, even as his right hand had grabbed up rum and Coke, and he took a sip. When he pulled the straw from his lips, he inclined his head and extended it the slightest bit towards her, silently offering her a sip.