“Do you know what I’m wearing under this dress?” she whispered in his ear.

John went from swirling his G & T in a disinterested fashion to a swelling cock in five seconds flat.

He looked out of the corner of his eye. Sherry was standing beside him. He could smell her shampoo. Some kind of berry. Her dress was a midnight blue wrap around that hit just above her knee.

He cleared his throat. “That looks like the kind of dress a good girl would wear.”

She took a step towards the hall closet. “Come find out how good I am.”

John slipped in behind her and closed the door. He pulled her close and lifted up her skirt.

“Nothing at all?” he said. He licked the shell of her ear. “Very bad.”

Sherry kissed his chin. She unzipped his fly and took him out.

“Be quick,” she whispered. “I have to talk to Craig about…OH.”

John lifted her leg and filled her with one thrust.

“You were saying?” he breathed.

“With Craig about the software deal. I wore this dress…oh…to look businesslike.”

“And the lack of panties?” he said against her throat.

“That was for you,” she said.

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