Dark Temptations (Pt. 3)

When Trista left, Damien looked over to where the owner and “Saphyre,” had sat, and no longer saw them. He quirked an eyebrow and then heard some music playing, he looked up at the stage and was completely flabbergasted, because there, in one skimpy outfit, looking like she was completely at home, was Jessie. And oh boy did she look hot. He watched her body move to the music, his hard on still there. He wished he could have both girls at this point. They were just so unbelievably hot. “Excuse me,” he said to John. John nodded but never moved his eyes off of Jessie.

Damien knew that there was no way of getting rid of this hard on around all those girls. And he’d rather not masturbate in public. So he made his way into the bathroom, went into a stall and leaned against the door. He breathed in, and out, very, very slowly. But the thought of the girls would not leave his mind. This was the first time he’d ever wanted two girls at the same time. And the things he would do to the two of them. He grunted with frustration, and tried to move his mind elsewhere. Finally after a few moments his heart stopped pounding so fast, and his hard on went away.

He hoped more then anything that Trista would take him up on his offer. Damien wouldn’t want to take it too far with her. But, if push came to shove, then he wouldn’t resist it. He walked out of his stall and back towards his table. Jessie was no longer on stage, however, the owner was walking towards him. “Saphyre will be right out, wasn’t she lovely?” Damien nodded and then walked towards John.

“As soon as Jessie gets back we shall be leaving, and I will take the two of you home, I will be waiting in the car,” he left John there with his mouth gaped, but he paid no mind. He continued on to the car. He got into the drivers side and sighed and rubbed his temples. A few moments later John and Jessie came out of the club talking as loud as possible. Damien must have not paid much attention to them throughout the night, but they looked like they had both been drinking a lot.

“Heyy sexxiii maann!” Jessie exclaimed as she got into the passengers side of the car. “You’re lookin mighty good Mr. Mareno, hehehe,” she bit her bottom lip and looked up at him with her baby blue eyes. Damien laughed and shook his head. “Please don’t make me go home!!” She exclaimed. “I wanna go home with you!” she slung her arms around Damien’s shoulders as he pulled out of the parking lot.

“I have pla…” He started to say, but then Jessie started to cry. Damien couldn’t stand tears. He didn’t know why, but it pulled on the strings in his heart. “Okay honey, sshhh. It’ll be ok. You can come with me,” he tried to be as soothing as possible, but he could hear the slight irritation in his own voice he hoped Jessie didn’t hear it; he really didn’t want her to be upset.

“Have fun bro,” John whispered into Damien’s ear and pat him on the back rather roughly. Damien grunted as a reply and went to the turn off to drop off John. “Thanks, talk to you later, don’t stay up too late,” he winked and went into his house.

He heard his phone bleep, he took it out of his pocket and saw that he had a text from a number not in his contacts, he read it and smiled from ear to ear. “Yes!” he said rather loudly, making Jessie jump.

“What?” She asked. Damien shook his head and drove back towards the coffee house. “Ooo!! Coffee!! Yay!” Damien chuckled and went to her side of the car and opened her door. She giggled. “Hee hee, you’re such a gentleman!” she exclaimed.

Damien let her hang on to him as they walked into Java Lava. He helped her into a seat, and went to order them some drinks. He came back and handed her a large coffee to help sober her up some. “There ya go love,” Jessie giggled some and took a sip. Damien watched the door patiently; he was very excited, and couldn’t help but be a little jittery. And he hadn’t even taken a sip from his coffee yet.

He saw her, just as he was about to give up. And she was just as gorgeous with clothes on, then she was with clothes off, then again, she was showing off a lot of skin. But that was ok. He stood up and walked over to her. “Hello dear,” Damien smiled and took her hand into his, and kissed it oh so gently. He could see a blush creep onto her cheeks, just as they had earlier. And just as before, he wanted to stroke those pretty little cheeks and kiss her lips.

It may have just been his rampaging hormones, but he was incredibly turned on by her. He watched as she looked over his shoulder and looked disgruntled, he turned around and remembered Jessie was with him. He looked back at his date. “Sorry, she refused to leave my side, so she tagged along, no worries though, she is just my parents co worker,” this seemed to add a little reassurance to her, because she became a lot less stiff. “I don’t think I caught your name darling,” he said leading her to the table.

“Trista,” was all she said, following Damien. He frowned at her; he wondered what her problem was. Was she still intimidated by Jessie? There really was no reason to be. If he had to choose between the two, he would choose Trista without a second guess. But then again, he’d rather not have to choose; he’d love to have the both of them.

Damien pulled out a chair for her, “Would you like anything?” he asked running a hand through his brown hair. And watched as Trista thought for a second. He liked to watch her think she nibbled on her bottom lip, and looked up in such a wonderful way. Damien’s heart started to pound faster; he took a deep breath and hoped she would end his agony soon.

“Just an iced mocha,” she replied, even outside of the club her voice was seductive as ever. Damien nodded and walked back to the cash register taking out his wallet, he ordered and paid. As he waited for it to be made, he looked over at the girls. Jessie seemed to be petting Trista’s head, and Trista didn’t even mind.. Was that a giggle on Trista’s part? And he thought she had a problem with her. Jessie kissed Trista’s neck, and Trista didn’t even flinch. She must be use to drunks hitting on her. But then again Trista seemed to be really enjoying it.

Damien’s name was called. He shook his head and grabbed Trista’s drink. He cleared his throat and the girls jumped. He chuckled. “You girls seemed to be hitting it off great,” Jessie giggled and blushed; however Trista just took her drink from him, didn’t blush, nothing. She actually seemed very casual and like she was caught doing nothing wrong. Which made Damien even more attracted to her. Damien loved a woman who was in control of her surroundings and never embarrassed, then again. A blush on a woman was breath taking. Especially on Miss Trista.

Jessie placed her hand on Damien’s leg as he sat and started to rub up and down. “I wish you’d take me home with you..