1. Friendly Competition

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There are several ways I like to reward myself after a mind-numbing work conference. The first is to leisurely jog through whatever city I'm in. The second is a glass or two of top-shelf whiskey.

Neat. And the third? To fuck the most beautiful woman in the hotel bar.

The first two rewards don't require much effort. The third can sometimes be more challenging. The environment doesn't matter.

I've picked up gorgeous women in the shittiest two-star hotel pubs, as well as in far more upscale establishments. Usually, what matters is my mood, as well as obviously the mood of the woman, and my mood can usually be described as horny. I took my run earlier, immediately after the long, boring-as-hell meeting concluded.

A long, hot shower with subpar water pressure followed. Then I suited up to sit down at the bar downstairs, nursing my glass of whiskey. This is one of the nicer bars I've encountered, all leather seating and dim, sensual lighting.

It's still early enough on a Friday night that customers are only starting to file in. I subtly scan the premises, but most women are on the arms of other guys. And tonight, after all, I'm doing something a little… different.

The thought has just crossed my mind when I see a dazzling brunette in a tight blue dress, strutting confidently towards me. My lips smirk up. It's time to turn on the charm.

When she comes closer though, I can't help but ogle more openly. This beauty is no stranger. She's my co-worker.

I had to try a little harder for our big competition. We're still on? Oh.

We're on. Felicity and I have worked together for the past eight months or so. We discovered pretty quickly that we're both a little competitive.

First we tried to see who could come close to the most sales in a quarter, then we battled to get promoted before the other person did. We competed at beer pong, pools, darts, fantasy football leagues, and everything in between. It's always been a good fun, and there has always been an undeniable undercurrent of sexual tension thrumming beneath our rivalry.

So earlier today when she whispered her idea for our newest competition, I should not have been surprised. Still, I almost spat out the water I had been drinking. I had known she was very sexually charged but didn't realize she was interested in women.

Her newest idea though, made that very clear. Tonight's competition? See who could pick up the bar's most beautiful woman first.

As Felicity orders her drink at the bar, I cast another glance around the room, hoping to get a head count. Bingo. Wearing a black pantsuit and high heels, red hair cascading over her shoulders, a woman walks in by herself.

She seems to be looking around the room too, and when our eyes meet, she smiles coyly. Let the games begin. I raise my drink to her, taking a long sip while maintaining eye contact.

Her smile widens, a single eyebrow drifting upwards. I think for a second that she's walking my way. At the last second though, she stops by the bar.

Right by Felicity. Shit. I want to butt in, but I can't help but watch their conversation blossom.

Felicity turns to the woman and says something that makes her laugh. The woman responds and gently touches Felicity's arm, a casual gesture but one that could definitely lead to something more. Even after the woman gets her drink, she and Felicity keep talking, their faces close together to hear each other over the jazz band sitting up in the corner.

I know that Felicity could win this one before I even get a chance to play. Still, just watching these gorgeous women interact is starting to make me hard. Felicity's lips linger close into the redhead's ear when they speak.

The redhead keeps seemingly looking for any excuse to brush Felicity's arm or hands. My imagination begins to run wild, picturing them in a hotel bed together, their bodies intertwined, murmuring encouragement as they pleasure each other. I shake my head and finish my drink.

If I keep going in this direction, I'll have a very visible public hard-on. No one wants to be that guy. As I'm about to get up to butt into their conversation, both women turn and look at me in unison, smiling in a way that could only be described as hungry.

My cock stirs in my pants again. I shift a little in my seat, trying to look cool and collected. I'm not sure what the topic of their conversation is, but something tells me I'm about to find out.

They walk over and sit at my table, Felicity on my left and the redhead on my right. Felicity's wicked grin widens as the redhead leans over to me. Hi.

I'm Nadia. Nadia? I'm Damien.

Were you watching me when I came in? She draped her arm casually around the back of my chair, and her fingers gently touched my upper arm. Who wasn't? I couldn't help but look at you too.

Speaking of that, Damien, Felicity says to my left. She and Nadia lock eyes, looking like cats about to pounce on their prey. We have a little proposition for you.

Less than a minute later, we're all leaving the bar together. I guess I should be upset that Felicity was the first one to engage Nadia in conversation. As they lag behind me in the hallway, they're also the first to kiss.

Maybe that means I've lost the competition. But as the three of us head up to my hotel room, I can't help but think that tonight, everyone is gonna be a winner.