Crazy Seduction(erotica)

They walked down the short hall into the open concept kitchen/dining room/living room and a woman was standing up from the couch to meet him. She was just a little taller than Stanley and pleasantly plump and curvy. She had expressive eyes and a naturally smiling mouth with full lips. Black kinky hair fell in waves to her mid pack. A crimson V-neck blouse was currently struggling to keep her generous upper assets covered while her round bottom was squeezed into very tight stretchy pants. Stanley shook her hand when Sandy introduced them. Dayshia’s dark skin almost made Sandy’s paleness glow by comparison.

“This is the chivalrous young man?” Dayshia asked with a smile and Sandy nodded as she put the flowers into a vase.

“You two work together?” Stanley asked, placing the wine with the other bottles on the granite countertop and they nodded.

“Yes, tonight everyone but you will be from the hospital. We’re a tightly knit bunch.” Dayshia said with a grin.

The doorbell rang once more and Sandy rushed off to answer it.

“So, what do you do?” Dayshia asked.

“I’m the CIO of VRL, an investment house in Manhattan,” he said.

The woman’s eyes quickly scanned up and down his body. “CIO. Of an investment house in Manhattan?” The doubt was evident in her tone. He grinned and nodded.

“I know! It seems crazy to me as well but that’s what I’m doing,” he said with a small smile.

“So… you’re good at your job?” she asked with raised eyebrows.

“They think so,” he responded. She nodded, impressed and he once more thanked Marisa for breaking him free of his inability to speak with pretty women.

“Who’s good at his job? Me!” boomed from a tall, slim man with a trimmed beard standing in the doorway. Stanley and Dayshia looked at him.

“Don’t mind Roger. He has an overinflated sense of self-worth,” Dayshia leaned over to say to Stanley.

“Hey! That almost hurts my feelings! Stop speaking of inflated thing you naughty, wicked woman!” Roger said bouncing his eyebrows at Dayshia. He moved forward and shook Stanley’s hand.

“Roger Jensen. Intern at large.”

“Stanley Garin, CIO at VRL.”

“Fuck me! You’re a CIO? That’s a computer thing, right? Can you fix cell phones because mine stopped working this morning?” The man fished his phone out and handed it to him.

Stanley was impressed with the energy this guy had. It was almost contagious. He glanced down at the phone in his hand and noticed it was slowly making its way through the interface. He frowned.

“Roger! Stop being a cheap bastard and take it to a repair shop like I told you to!” said a tall woman with her long ebony hair pulled back in a ponytail as she exited the hallway with Sandy following.

Stanley looked up and smiled at the latest arrivals and Sandy moved to make the introductions.

“Patricia, this is Stanley. Stanley, Patricia.”

“Please call me Tish. Everyone does. I like it more than Patricia,” the tall woman said with a smile as she shook his hand. Aside from being at least 5″ taller than him the lovely woman was slim and long limbed. She turned back to Sandy when her eyes caught the labels of the wine Stanley brought. She looked at Sandy.

“Did they give you a raise or something? Buying the good stuff now?” Tish asked.

“A present from Stanley,” Sandy grinned.

Tish’s eyebrows rose. “Old money?”

Stanley didn’t understand and looked back at her in confusion.

“Wealthy family? Or did you sell your Internet start-up?” Tish asked.

“Oh! No, neither of those. I just have a good paying job and this is the first party I’ve ever been invited to,” he replied.

The bell rang one more time and Sandy headed off. Stanley looked back to the phone and after a few seconds handed it back to Roger. “Uninstall that app, restart the phone and it’ll be fixed.”

The tall man looked at him then the phone. “But I just got this app this… morning.”Nôvel/Dr(a)ma.Org - Content owner.

“It’s got a broken resource stack implementation. It gobbles up all the memory and processor time available,” Stanley explained as Roger looked at him in surprise. The man removed the app and restarted his phone. Stanley realized they were all watching in anticipation to see if it worked. He knew it would but the others doubted.

“HEY! It’s working!” Roger shouted happily as the interface flashed back to life and loaded smoothly.

“Huh! I guess you do know a little something about computers,” Dayshia grinned.

“It’s just a bad app on a cell phone,” Stanley said self-deprecatingly.

“Yeah, but you only had it for a few seconds!” Roger gushed happily.

Sandy returned with the final two guests. A petite Hispanic woman with curly hair and a slim but fit looking older man with close cropped grey hair were carrying bags from which the most mouth-watering scents were emanating.

“Stanley, this is Vanna and Gary,” Sandy said. Roger and Tish took the bags from them into the kitchen.

Hands were shaken and greetings made before Sandy looked to Stanley once more.

“It worked?” He nodded. “Now everyone is going to be calling on you for tech support,” she said with a grin.

“I only do that as a party trick,” he replied, smiling modestly.

Sandy went into the kitchen with Dayshia. They set the food out on trays and brought them out to the large coffee table in front of the couches in the living room. There were samosas, pastizzi, spring rolls, California rolls, pizza slices, mini-sliders, nacho chips and guacamole, and a few other things Stanley didn’t recognize.

The furniture was laid out in a square around the large table. With a large-screen TV on the wall the large couch faced it over the table. A loveseat sofa encroached into the space a dining room table would have been and two comfortable chairs were across the table from the loveseat with their backs to the floor to ceiling windows.

“Your home is lovely!” Stanley said to Sandy.

“Thank you! I inherited it from my grandmother when she passed on two years ago. It was a major improvement on the apartment I was renting at the time,” she replied.

“The Roach Motel had character!” Roger teased and Sandy shivered as she recalled the place.

“Stanley, you get the place of honor here in the center of the main couch tonight as you are our special guest,” Sandy said, indicating where he should sit. Dayshia took the spot on his left. Tish took the first chair to Dayshia’s left and Roger took the last chair. Gary and Vanna sat on the loveseat.

“Should I open Stanley’s wine?” Sandy asked.

“Ooo! Let me!” Tish said, leaping to her feet to rush around the table to the kitchen.

Sandy followed her and they brought generous glasses back for everyone. Once seated Sandy lifted her glass to make a toast. “To another lovely get together with my friends and our special guest Stanley without whom we would only have cheap wine to toast with!”

He watched the others as they swirled the wine in the long-stemmed glasses, sniffed the bouquet, then sipped. He mimicked their actions and raised his eyebrows as he tasted wine for the first time.

“That’s an interesting flavor!” he said as he looked at the glass.

Tish was smiling happily with her eyes closed, savoring the complex undertones. When her eyes opened she looked to Stanley. “Thank you for bringing this wine. It’s lovely!”

Roger put his empty glass down on the table and grinned at him. “That was some yummy booze!” Tish made a sound of protest as she looked at him in outrage which was only partially feigned.

“Let’s dig in!” Roger said, piling some of the pastries onto his paper plate.

Vanna was also enjoying her wine very much and Gary was swirling it about in his mouth to catch all of the flavors.

They munched away on the foods and sipped at their wine, aside from Roger who was told by Tish to switch to the cheap stuff as he had the palate of a garbage truck. The man just shrugged and poured himself a glass from Sandy’s selection.

“Whose turn was it to pick the movie?” Dayshia asked.

“Mine! Ha HA!” Roger exclaimed dramatically.

There was a collective groan from the group and Stanley looked around curiously as he took another sip of the good wine.

“Are you going to make us watch porn again?” Gary grumbled.

“I will not watch that filth again!” Vanna stated emphatically.

“It wasn’t porn! That was erotica but no this time we are going much more mainstream,” Roger claimed.

He pulled a DVD case from where he’d hid it in the chair cushion earlier for dramatic effect. “Stripteaser!”

More groans from the group.

“This is not porn?” Vanna asked Gary.

“No, it’s got some fairly big name Hollywood actors in it. Debbie Moore. Brett Reynolds,” he said with a weary tone.

“Ohhhhh, I like Brett Reynolds!” Vanna purred and the group chuckled. She grinned happily at them.

Roger put the movie in and they settled in to watch. Sandy went back for the last bottle of the wine Stanley brought and topped up the glasses for Tish, Vanna, Stanley, and herself. Dayshia and Gary passed and Roger was on his fourth glass of the cheap stuff.

As the movie went on and the pained groans made them chuckle the wine relaxed Stanley to the point where he was almost falling asleep. He was resting back against the cushions and had both Dayshia and Sandy gently leaning on him from both sides. He was all toasty in the soft cocoon.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

Everyone froze as the sound reverberated in the condo.

Then the doorbell rang.

Sandy got up and Stanley struggled to get to his feet but the room spun and he fell back against Dayshia.