Diet Another Day

woman staring back. It must be the booze on a nearly starved stomach. Maybe she could hint for the officer and a gentleman to order just one more round before she left. Perhaps he might even be inclined to intoxicate her in the way only a man can do. Slipping into the red hotel robe, Jessica it left loosely tied, so some cleavage would show. All men loved large breasts.
    He was seated fireside, sipping from a fluted crystal glass. An ice bucket with a magnum of champagne chilled next to a bouquet of pink roses. Her gaze watched his eyes, hooded with seduction. She walked over to him and licked the rim of his glass. Oh my gosh. I didn't just do that.
    "This is your night, Jessica." He tilted the glass and poured it into her mouth. She swallowed the sweet bubbles. They popped as he refilled it. She felt his eyes on the creamy flesh peeking from her crimson robe.
    She seized the glass and downed it with one gulp. He took it back from her and placed it on the mantle. Removing the frosty bottle, he took her hand and walked toward the French doors.
    Opening one enough to allow her admittance to the bedroom, she abruptly stopped at the site of the king size bed. In the moonlight from the open drapery, the headboard looked to be about eight feet tall and ornately engraved. A white gossamer canopy billowed down from a cathedral ceiling. She heard Hunter close the door as her eyes adjusted to the naked man on the bed. Her breath hitched. Hunter said, "Jessica, I'd like you to meet Damien."
    "It's wonderful to meet you, Jessica." He reached for her.
    Both men waited for her response.
    "What's going on here?" she demurely asked, knowing she must be dreaming, or hallucinating from dehydration.
    Damien replied, "We're here to pleasure you, Jessica."
    "Both of you?"
    Hunter huskily replied, "Yes."
    She smiled and said, "Thank you."
    Hunter undressed and slid onto the bed next to Damien. They both looked expectantly at Jessica. Damien said, "Won't you please join us?"
    With that, the robe puddled onto the floor and she lay down on the bed nearest Damien. She shivered as he ran a finger across her cheek. The breeze from the ocean rustled the sheer curtains. Wiggling into the cool white satin sheets, Jessica closed her eyes and inhaled the moment. Fingers massaged her scalp and she sighed. Fingers brushed the bottoms of her feet and she giggled, opening her eyes and squirming away, onto the floor.
    Damien leaned down and grabbed her arm. "Are you all right?"
    "Yes. This is just so silly." Oh no. Did I insult them?
    Damien eyed Hunter.
    Jessica stood up as soon as she realized she was naked on the hotel carpet. She nearly blacked out, but her equilibrium righted itself in time.
    Hunter offered, "We're here to pleasure you. Let us know what your tiniest wish is and we'll launch you to the stars."
    Jessica was glad the clouds had so expediently moved in front of the moon and the room had darkened considerably. She hoped they couldn't see her withholding another giggle.
    She sat on the bed, and scooted in between the two men. "Guys, I'm a plain vanilla girl. As far as erotic delights, I enjoy one man, a little foreplay, missionary sex, then a great afterglow nap."
    Hunter said, "But you deserve so much more. You can have double your pleasure. He plumped her breast and gently kissed the nipple to turgidness. Damien lowered his lips on its twin. She lay back and smiled as they suckled. Maybe they were onto something. But she hardly knew Hunter, and Damien was an axe murderer for all she knew.
    Someone's hand slipped down to her curly hair as she sat up, pulling away.
    "I'm sorry, fellas, but I'm just not the ménage a trois kinda girl."
    Hunter said, "Relax, we'll show you how."
    "I hardly know you and I've never even seen him with his clothes on. How do you guys know each other? What is your last name Damien? And what do you do for a living?"
    "Damien and I were in the Air Force together. Stationed at the base of a glacier in Alaska."
    "I'm a personal trainer now." said Damien.
    I'm no fool. I know that was a Navy uniform Hunter had on. What's their game? Jessica's mind wandered to cheesecake. Real yummy cheesecake with a graham cracker crust and cherries on top. With a side of chocolate chip ice cream. "Can we order dessert?"
    Damien reached for the phone. "Sure. What would you like?"
    "Tell them to send up one of each."
    He did.
    "So what did you guys do on the glacier?" I'll play along with this delicious charade.
    She tried to listen