Crazy Seduction(erotica)

Saturday morning, Henry sent Sandy a text and asked if she had plans for the night. She excitedly texted back that they should go out for dinner then go dancing. She said the whole gang would be available and they’d pick a fun club. He realized he had to try dancing at least once, so he agreed to the plan and received several celebratory emoticons from Sandy via text. He assumed that was a good thing.

The next problem was, looking in his closet, Henry realized he had nothing nice enough for clubbing. He remembered how Nate dressed for going out when he first met him in the drug store, and Henry had nothing like that. He wasn’t ready to attempt it with his glamor, so he headed over to Manhattan to shop for clothes. While he managed to find a few outfits in the last store he tried, he determined that shopping for clothes was one of his least favorite activities.

This made him feel a little grateful to know that one day he’d be able to integrate any outfit into his glamor. For now, though, he was a long way off from being able to do that. He still didn’t understand how his glamor worked to allow human clothes on his Satyr body, but he pushed the contrary thoughts to the back of his mind and tried to accept it. He’d just have to refrain from switching back to his true form while dressed in his new, real, clothes.

He went down to Sandy’s at 7:30 PM and Tish opened the door when he knocked. He was captivated by her as she wasn’t sporting her usual ponytail but was letting her long, ebony hair flow over her shoulders and midway down her back. She also had a modest amount of makeup on and was wearing a very flattering, and tight, dark blue dress that displayed her long, toned legs as it clung to her fit body.

“Good evening, Henry!” she said with a happy smile.

“Good evening, Tish! You look incredibly lovely!” he finished awkwardly, but her smile just widened in delight.

“Come in! We’re just waiting on Roger,” she said sweetly.

Once inside, she took his arm and walked him into the living room. His eyes widened when he saw Dayshia in a tight, glittery gold dress that displayed her ample cleavage for maximum effect. The contrast of the bright dress against her dark skin was eye-catching. From her satisfied smile, he realized that was her intent. “Wow, I’m beginning to feel underdressed. You look amazing, Dayshia!”

“Thank you, Henry. You look very handsome in your outfit,” she replied.

“Delicious!” Tish agreed with a mischievous grin. He glanced at her with a nervous smile which just fueled her enjoyment.

Just then, Sandy walked out of the bedroom door adding some dangly, glittery earrings. Her hair glowed like spun gold and flowed down over her shoulders which were visible in her off the shoulder red dress. Like the others, her dress clung to the curves of her body. Unlike the others, hers stopped just above the knees, not at mid-thigh.

“Wow!” was all Henry could manage.

“Thank you! You look great! I love the bold print of that shirt!” Sandy gushed with a happy smile.

“Now I know I’m underdressed,” Henry sighed as he took in the three gorgeous women in their party dresses.

“Nonsense! You’re dressed perfectly for going dancing!” Sandy insisted, and Dayshia nodded in agreement. Tish looked like she was undressing him with her eyes and he felt a stirring down below.

“The saleswoman said this combination was perfect for going dancing, but she said that about every outfit she brought me. After a while, it just started to sound like she wasn’t serious,” he said with a frown.

“Did a little shopping today, did you?” Dayshia asked with a smile.

“I didn’t think T-shirts would be appropriate for this evening.”

“Got that right!” Dayshia nodded.

There was a very loud knock on the door, and Henry jumped, glancing back over his shoulder.

“That’s just Roger,” Tish said rolling her eyes as she went to the door to let him in.

Henry smiled at Sandy as they waited.

“I’m here! The party can begin!” Roger loudly announced as he barged into the living room.

Henry smiled at him as the man ran his eyes up and down his new outfit.Property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

“Damn! I have that same outfit at home, and now it’s gonna look like shit on me!” Roger complained with a frown.

Henry’s face fell, but Tish came to his rescue.

“Man up, Roger!”

“Bite me, beanpole!”

“You mean damn sexy beanpole, twerp!”

“Are we going to trade insults or are we going out to dinner?” Sandy asked, staring at Roger. The man threw his hands in the air in surrender.

Sandy had called for a couple of taxis, so they all went downstairs. Roger tugged Henry to join him in the second car. The ladies pouted, and Sandy pointed to her eyes then to Roger’s to warn him to behave.

Roger gave the driver an address in Manhattan, and they were on their way. Then he turned to look at Henry.

“Henry… may I call you Henry?” Roger started.

Henry smiled at him. “Sure. It’s my name so feel free.”

“What are your intentions towards Sandy?” the man asked bluntly.

Henry couldn’t stop the snort of amusement. Then he saw Roger was waiting for an answer.

“Oh! You’re serious?!?” Henry said in surprise, but Roger said nothing.

Henry thought about it for a moment. “I want to be friends with Sandy. I’ve mentioned that I didn’t have friends growing up, so this is truly special to me.”

“What if she wants more than friendship? What if she’s envisioning a white picket fence around a charming little bungalow in the suburbs with 2. 1 children playing in the yard?” Roger pushed.

Henry’s smiled sadly at Roger. “That sounds really nice, but I don’t believe that’s going to happen for me, children especially. I don’t believe I’ll be able to have them.”

“Don’t you think she deserves to know that?!?” Roger exclaimed testily.

Henry blinked at the man who seemed genuinely upset. “Uh, she hasn’t even asked me to be her boyfriend! Why would that have come up in conversation? If it ever does, I certainly won’t lie to her. I’d never intentionally hurt Sandy. Or Dayshia or Tish. You’re not worried about them too?”

Roger looked defensive. “Sandy’s an innocent. The others need no protection.”

Henry smiled. “And you’re her big brother?”

The man said nothing but his defensive look was still firmly in place.

“I can only give you my assurances I’ll do my absolute best not to hurt her, but they’re just words. I’ll let my actions speak for me,” Henry said with a gentle smile.

Roger took a deep breath as he held Henry’s eyes. “I’ll be watching.” Henry nodded, and Roger continued. “I’m still upset you look better in that shirt than me.”

Henry chuckled and shrugged. Roger looked away, but Henry thought he caught a little smile at the corner of the man’s mouth.

They rode on in silence and when they arrived Roger looked at him. “Pay the man.” With that, he hopped out of the cab. Henry dug his wallet out and paid the fare before joining the group on the sidewalk.

“You cheapskate!”

Henry looked at Tish in surprise as she punched Roger’s arm.

“OW!” the tall man yelped as he stepped away from the angry woman.

“What’s going on?” Henry asked.

Tish looked at him. “Your first time out with us and he made you pay for the taxi, didn’t he!”

“Uh, that’s ok,” Henry mumbled looking to Roger.

“See! He doesn’t mind! Besides, he’s loaded compared to me!” Roger asserted.

“He’s a lot of good things compared to you!” Dayshia growled as she held the intern’s eye.

“Hey, why don’t we put this aside and go inside for dinner?” Henry suggested with a hopeful smile.

Sandy looped her arm around Henry’s and lifted her nose to Roger. “Someone knows how to behave like a gentleman.” She moved forward, and Henry had no choice but to go with her. Dayshia and Tish followed, leaving Roger to catch up.

When they got inside Henry looked around with interest as the decor was very modern, yet intimate. The subdued lighting gave privacy to the numerous round booths in various sizes. The owners designed the place for groups of 4 to 6. Any larger and the tables became too large to be functional or to hear across. Plush leather bench seats ringed the tables. Decorating the restaurant and adding mood lighting were a multitude of brilliantly colored glass sculptures in interesting shapes, all lit from underneath to make them glow.

Once they settled into their booth, Henry looked to the others. “Have you eaten here before?”

They shook their heads and Tish, seated to his left, patted his hand. “I’ve read some very good reviews.”

The waiter arrived and asked for their drink orders.

“Long Island ice tea?” Tish asked looking at Henry with a wicked smile.

“No, not this time. I promised myself I would refrain from drinking,” he insisted earnestly. “When we go to the dance club I’ll order one just to calm my nerves about making a fool of myself dancing,” he explained.

“You’ll be fine!” Tish said with a happy smile.

He ordered water with lemon and the others chose their favorite mixed drinks.

Henry decided he would eat light as dancing on a nervous stomach would be difficult enough without feeling bloated too. The stir-fry bowls sounded yummy, so he ordered one when the waiter returned to collect their orders. Sandy and Tish followed in his footsteps and ordered the same.

Once they were alone, Roger immediately leapt into his latest conspiracy tale. He told them the Chinese government was holding everyone in a remote village hostage to protect the secret that they had an alien cornered on a mountaintop nearby.