Miles convinces Janice

He is already turning away when she grabs his arm.

He turns back.

Janice is looking at him with bright eyes and two drinks worth of loosened composure and something behind her expression that has made a decision.

Janice: fine.

Miles: fine what.

Janice: I'll do it.

Miles: He keeps his expression neutral. you sure about that.

Janice looks across the room at the guy. She takes her time looking, her eyes moving over him slowly and deliberately. Then she looks back at Miles.

Janice: I'm going to find somewhere private. Pull him in and lock the door. Get down on my knees, look up at him, and wrap my lips around his cock nice and slow. Take him all the way to the back of my throat until his knees are shaking and his hand is in my hair and he has absolutely no idea what hit him.

Miles says nothing.

Janice: I'm going to suck his cock like I have nowhere else to be. Work him up so slow and so deep that his only problem in the world is trying not to blow his load down my throat before I'm done with him. Because I need that cock hard. I need to feel every single inch of it pushing inside my wet pussy as I sink down onto him. Slow at first. Taking my time. Feeling every bit of him stretching me open until I'm full.

She takes a slow sip of her drink without breaking eye .

Janice: then I'm going to start riding him. Slow circles at first. Then faster. Harder. Until the headboard is hitting the wall and I genuinely cannot think about anything except how good his cock feels inside me. I'm going to ride him until my thighs are burning and I'm soaking wet and he's gripping my hips so hard he leaves marks.

Miles: Janice—

Janice: then I want him to bend me over. She does not stop. grab two fistfuls of my hair and pull my head back hard. I want to feel every single thrust from behind, deep and rough, his hips slapping against my ass with every stroke. I want him to reach forward and grab my tits while he's fucking me. I want my ass so red from his hand that I can still feel it tomorrow.

She sets her drink down on the nearest surface.

Janice: yeah. Nice girl Janice. Likes her hair yanked and her ass spanked until it stings. Likes being bent over and fucked hard from behind until she can't see straight. Sit with that image for a second.

Miles: I'm sitting with it.

Janice: and when he's completely wrecked and dripping and thinks the night is over. She tilts her head slightly. I'm going to push him back on the bed, take his cock in both hands, and put my mouth back on him. Slowly. Deliberately. Working every last drop out of him with my tongue until he is absolutely dry. Every. Single. Drop.

She steps in close, close enough that her lips are at his ear, her voice dropping to barely above a whisper.

Janice: and then I am going to swallow every last bit of it. Not one drop wasted. Not one drop spilled. All of it. Straight down. And he won't know until I pull back, look him dead in the eyes, open my mouth to show him it's completely empty, and smile.

She pulls back slowly.

Her eyes drop.

They travel downward with unhurried deliberate intention and stay there for a long moment. Then they come back up to his face. A slow wide smile spreads across hers.

Janice: oh my.

Miles: don't say it.

Janice: She looks down again with open satisfaction then back up. prude Janice. She shakes her head slowly. got Miles harder than she's ever seen him. She raises her eyebrows. without even touching him. Just her filthy little mouth and her words.

She smooths her dress with both hands. Picks up her drink. Straightens up with the composed unbothered expression of someone who has just won something decisively.

She looks across the room one last time at the guy, her eyes moving over him with a new and entirely different kind of interest.

Then she looks back at Miles one final time.

Janice: time to go be a very bad girl.

She walks away without looking back, her hips moving with a particular confidence that was not there before.

Miles stands completely still for a moment.

He watches her go.

He needs considerably more than a minute.