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accentuated by a dusting of grey at the temples. His upper body appeared more muscular. He was dressed completely in black. The button-down shirt was exquisitely tailored, accentuating his broad shoulders and chest, and the slacks, shit; he was sex on a stick.
    "Hi, Paul,” she replied with difficulty. Her throat had gone bone dry, and her brain wouldn't stop replaying snippets of fantasy scenarios she'd created over the years. Vivian hoped the muted lighting hid the redness burning on her cheeks. Brad arrived at the table with a bottle of champagne and four glasses.
    "Now this is what I'm talking about. Come you guys, let's get this party started.” Carol and Colin slid into one side of the booth, Paul stayed where he was.
    "May I?” he asked. When it dawned on Vivian he was waiting for her to make room for him on the seat, she slid so far in the other direction that she bumped into Carol.
    "Hey, elbow room,” Carol laughed. “Scoot over. I'm pretty sure Paul doesn't have cooties.” Vivian pinched her thigh, hard, before inching in the other direction.
    "Yep, I'm completely bug-free,” he agreed, laying his arm along the top of the booth behind Vivian.
    Colin went about opening and pouring the champagne. He raised his filled glass. “Here's to embracing life to the fullest."
    "Damn straight.” Paul clinked his glass to Vivian's, never breaking eye contact as he took a sip. She fought the urge to gulp down the entire thing. Her nerves were strung tight as a bow. The subtle, spicy scent of his cologne drove her crazy, as did his nearness.
    Mercifully, the other people at the table still had the ability to converse intelligently, and very quickly, Vivian was caught up in their easy camaraderie. She learned that Paul and Colin had been friends since college. They now headed a veritable business empire of clubs and restaurants across the country. Colin eloquently described his and Carol's whirlwind courtship, punctuated with heated glances and gentle, shared caresses with his future wife. Some of her reservations regarding the relationship disappeared as she watched their interaction.
    What she found most interesting were the noticeably vague answers she received when trying to learn more about Sensations . “What? I've never been to an adult club, and so far, I've not seen anything different. I'm curious, and you all are being frustratingly short on info.” As soon as the words left her mouth, the lights went down, and hauntingly beautiful violin music began to play.
    "Watch the performance, Vivian,” Paul whispered in her ear as he wrapped his arm around her shoulder and shifted on the seat. They were now touching from hip to knee. She clutched her fingers together in her lap.
    The stage curtains opened. Three men and two women danced around each other in perfect synchronization. Their movements were elegant, understated, and highly sensual. Being so close, Vivian was mesmerized by the emotion she saw in the dancer's faces, the tenderness of their touches. Her pussy throbbed, and her breasts felt heavy, swollen.
    The music switched tempo. The women began caressing each other, revealing that their flowing dresses were actually made up of dozens of wide strips of silk. The men circled them, watching, as they gave the audience glimpses of their nakedness underneath. One of the men reached out and pulled off a piece of silk, letting it flutter to the floor. The others joined in, moving the strips across the women's nipples and between their legs before removing them ever so slowly.
    Vivian closed her eyes for a moment, imagining what the soft fabric would feel like on her heated skin. Her breathing caught when Paul started tracing lazy patterns along her shoulder and down her arm. He applied gentle pressure, and she leaned fully against his side.
    "That's it, darlin', relax and enjoy.” He brushed his lips against her temple. She rested her palm on his thigh.
    Relaxing was the farthest thing from her mind. She clenched