A Night with the Undead

I remember that day like it was yesterday, though it has been exactly five years since that night in the summer of 2008. I was 25 and working at an advertising agency, making my way slowly up the corporate ladder. I enjoyed my job, had a modest but nice one-bedroom apartment in the heart of the city, and had a beautiful girlfriend that I had recently started dating.

Five years ago today I got dressed for a night of drinks and debauchery; however, I had no idea how accurate that description would turn out to be. I took the subway to 14th Street near 5th Avenue and waited outside the bar for Ami, my girlfriend. Ten minutes after arriving, I spotted her striding in my direction from across the street. Although petite, she walked with a confidence that was very attractive. Standing at only 5-1, Ami's slight frame, doll-like Asian features, and light complexion gave the false sense of fragility; nothing could be further from the truth. Ami was intelligent, had a mischievous sense of humor, and had proven to be quite adventurous in bed. She enjoyed anal sex immensely and loved bondage play; she especially loved being tied up during oral sex. We had even talked about picking up another person at a bar sometime for a threesome.

I leaned down to kiss her. Looking beautiful as always, she wore a white ruffled cocktail dress with spaghetti straps, and a thick black belt just under the bust. Stopping above the knee, Ami's dress showed off her toned legs, which were accentuated by her silver stilettos. At 5-10 with blond hair and an athletic build from my years of playing lacrosse, I sometimes wondered we looked odd to people when I stood next to my petite, Japanese girlfriend.

Born in Tokyo, Ami moved to America with her family when she was four. Although she spoke fluent Japanese due to her parents' insistence on a bilingual household, Ami was otherwise completely Americanized. I met her while attending a meeting in another office building. She was the personal assistant of one of the attendees, and I was immediately struck by her beautiful eyes and her graceful movements. As the meeting broke up, I passed her my card with a note on the back asking for her to email me. She did, and three months later, I escorted her to a seat at the bar. The place was one of the many homages to the speakeasy era now multiplying all over New York.

The room was fairly masculine in decor, with dark mahogany throughout. However, the red velvet accents and candles set on the tables added the hint of romance that allowed both sexes to be comfortable. The bartender (or mixologist) was a young guy, perhaps 30 years-old, with a trim beard and dark hair. Ami settled on a Sidecar, while I decided to have my standby - a classic Gin Martini. My cocktail was mixed perfectly, with exactly the right amount of vermouth. Ami complimented the bartender on her drink as we fell into conversation about what had been going on since we had last seen each other.

I had just finished my drink when I stood up to go to the restroom; that's when I noticed a striking woman sitting two stools down from Ami. In retrospect, I don't know how I could have missed her. She was at the bar alone, sipping a dark drink in a coupe glass. As I passed her, two things struck me - her vibrant, red hair that fell below her shoulders, matched by bright red lipstick, and her silver-gray eyes that followed me as I walked past. I didn't really notice her effect on me until I stood in front of the urinal and struggled to release my rock hard member from my pants. I splashed cold water on my face before stepping out of the men's room. To my surprise, the red-haired woman had moved down a stool and was talking with Ami.

"Jason," Ami said, "this is Claudia. This," she said, putting her arm around my waist, "is Jason."

"It's a pleasure to meet you," she said, a hint of a southern accent in her voice.

I returned the courtesy and sat down, pulling my stool a little closer to Ami so that the three of us could talk freely. Claudia said that she was originally from Louisiana but that she had been living in New York for some time. As she spoke, I couldn't help but be mesmerized by her intoxicating beauty. Her red hair, combined with her eye makeup (accentuating her silver-gray eyes) and porcelain complexion, was a striking combination. She wore a dress with a red corset top that showed off her magnificent breasts, and a black, pencil bottom that hugged her hips. I guessed her age to be around 30.

"How long have you two been together?" she asked, taking a sip of her drink.

"Three months," Ami replied, placing a hand on my thigh.

"There's nothing like those first few weeks, is there - finding out what makes each other tick; what turns each other on," she said, her eyes fixed on mine. "You'll have to excuse me; a little liquor and my mind goes where it goes. When I see something I want, I can't really help myself."

I was doubly surprised - by her initial comment and by her admission.

Claudia ordered another round for the three of us. "Tell me," she began, her gray eyes looking directly into mine, "what's your favorite part of Ami's body?"

Although shocked by the woman's directness, as I looked into the silver pools that were her eyes, I couldn't help but reply. "Her legs," I replied. "They're so toned and smooth," I said, gliding my hand along her skin.

Claudia brushed my girlfriend's long, lustrous hair off her shoulder revealing her neck, a gesture that surprised both me and Ami. "Mmmm....I think my favorite part is her neck." There was a look of unbridled lust in her eyes as she spoke. "It looks so delicious I could just bite it." After a moment, she laughed to break the sexual tension hanging in the air.

Ami blushed, unsure how to respond.

"Were you meeting someone here?" I asked, not exactly sure why.

"I was hoping to...and now I have," she replied without a hint of sarcasm. "You know," she said as she finished her second drink, "as good as this place is, I know a place that has almost as good a bar that is much cheaper and a hell of a lot more comfortable."

"Where?" Ami asked, turning to face her.

"My apartment."

I looked at Ami, trying to read her. She was having fun and I could tell she was interested in where this was potentially heading. As for myself, the possibilities raced through my mind as I pictured the curvaceous beauty naked. As I said, we had recently spoken about the possibility of a threesome. This could be our chance to fulfill that fantasy.

"That sounds like an excellent idea," I said.

We finished our drinks, closed our tabs, and hailed a cab. The ride south didn't take long. We pulled up to a new-looking high rise on Essex Street. As we walked through the marble-laden lobby to the elevator, I wondered what this woman did that she could afford such a place.

"How long have you lived here?" I asked.

"Actually, I bought it when the building first opened just last year," she replied. "Before that I lived in Greenwich Village for a time but it wasn't to my taste."

As she let us into her apartment, I again wondered what she did for a living that she could afford such a beautiful place in this location. Hard wood floors covered the foyer, living room and dining room, which had wonderful views due to large windows. The apartment was sparsely furnished with colorful, mid-century modern pieces.

"Make yourselves comfortable," Claudia said as she made her way to a wet bar at the far end of the room. "What will you have?"

"If you have gin and tonic water, I'd love a Gin and Tonic," I replied.

"Done...and you, Ami?"

"Do you have any wine?

"Of course. Red or white?"

"Red, please."

Claudia brought over a bottle of Pinot Noir and poured two glasses then proceeded to make my drink.

"If you don't mind me asking, what do you do for a living?" I asked as I glanced around the apartment.

She looked around the apartment and smiled, "I...have a lot of old money that I've invested well."

We made more small talk, discovering that Claudia was from Shreveport, Louisiana, was once married, and had traveled extensively throughout both Western and Eastern Europe. As we spoke, I was again struck by the woman's sensuality, which was palpable to me, and I was quite sure, Ami. Now out of the dim light of the bar, I found myself marveling at her skin, which was literally perfect - porcelain, smooth, and without blemish. Her hourglass figure, accentuated by the dress that clung to her curves, sent my imagination into overdrive. As I looked into her silver-gray eyes, I felt a pull from deep within me that I couldn't explain. At the time, I thought it was due to a mixture of alcohol and being horny; as it would turn out, there was a little bit more to it.

Claudia sat in a leather chair opposite the sofa Ami and I were on. Crossing her legs, she said, "Ami, why don't you stand up." Ami hesitated for only a moment before standing. "Such an exquisite girl," she said. "Come closer." In my mind, I was shocked by Claudia's overt sexuality; in reality, I sat there dumbstruck.

Ami complied, and I marveled at Claudia's ability to command the room. Claudia stood and deftly turned Ami around so that they were both facing me, Claudia behind my girlfriend.

"Tell me, Jason; when you agreed to come back to my place, is this what you had in mind? Were you and Ami hoping for a threesome?"

I felt compelled to answer honestly. "Yes."

Claudia placed her hands on Ami's shoulders and I could have sworn I heard my girlfriend moan in response.

"Would you like to watch her lick my pussy?"

"Yes," I replied, still staring into her haunting eyes.

Claudia slowly pushed the straps of Ami's dress off her shoulders, allowing it to fall at her feet, leaving my girlfriend in her stilettos, black lace bra and panties. Standing there scantily clad in the middle of this stranger's apartment, Ami's face flushed red, but she remained still as if waiting for direction. Claudia stood no taller than 5-6 but she still seemed to tower over the 5-1 Ami.

"Would you like to watch me fuck her?"

"Yes," I said as I felt my cock grow inside my pants.

She leaned down to the nape of Ami's neck and took in a deep breath, taking in her scent. "I bet she tastes good, doesn't she?"

"Yes she does," I said, involuntarily adjusting myself.

"Don't touch yourself," she said with a diabolical smile. "I have something special planned for you."

I found her interrogation incredibly hot. She was talking about Ami as if she wasn't even in the room even though she was standing right there, half naked and swaying back and forth as if in a trance.

After chastising me, Claudia turned Ami around, and without missing a beat, pulled her in for a tender kiss that gradually became more and more passionate, Ami embracing the woman as if trying to feed a hunger that could not be satisfied. I watched in amazement as Ami and this woman we had just met made out right there in the middle of the room. Finally breaking the kiss, she took Ami by the hand and motioned for me to follow. My heart raced as I assumed we were heading to her bedroom. Watching the two gorgeous women kiss was incredibly sexy; I could hardly imagine what it would be like to have sex with the two of them at the same time.

Claudia led us down the hallway past the kitchen to a room opposite what looked to be the master bedroom. She opened the door, and I could have sworn I heard Ami gasp. Against the right side wall was a four-poster bed with a black, metal frame. Opposite the bed and secured to the wall were four, leather cuff restraints arrayed in a position to secure someone's wrists and ankles. Three of the walls were painted black, with the fourth against which was the bed, painted red. But, what really caught my attention were the implements hanging on the far wall: floggers, crops, paddles, and various restraints. This was going to be an interesting night, I thought.

Claudia came up behind Ami, planted kisses from her shoulder up her neck until she reached her ear. "Jason has too many clothes on. Strip him down to his underwear."

Claudia sat at the foot of her bed as Ami walked over to where I was standing and helped me unbutton my shirt and pull off my undershirt.

"Yummy," Claudia cooed, "I love a man with a six-pack. Keep going," she ordered.

I felt the desire in Ami's kisses as she unbuckled my belt and pushed my pants to the floor. Standing in just my boxer briefs, I was about to say something when - with a speed that took my breath away - Claudia was on me, pushing me against the wall and swiftly securing my wrists and ankles.

She chuckled, "I know what you want."

She stood so close to me, I inhaled her intoxicating scent. Looking into her eyes, I could feel myself slipping away; there was just Claudia and the throbbing of my cock.

She grazed her fingernails along my chest, scratching my skin. "I can hear your heart pounding," she said. Turning to face Ami who was standing by the foot of the bed, Claudia leaned back against me, her round ass pressing against my aching member. "I can feel the blood coursing through your veins and filling your cock." She was driving me fucking crazy, I hunger was rapidly growing to critical mass.

Claudia stepped forward and then turned to face me. "Help me out of this, sweetie." Without a word, Ami unzipped Claudia's dress and helped her remove it, revealing a red push-up bra with a plunge front and a matching red thong. I heard a noise, and it took me a moment to realize it was a groan escaping my own lips.

"Do you like?" she asked, smiling wickedly. She knelt down, and with a motion so quick and violent I barely had a chance to react, Claudia ripped my underwear from my body with an ease that was unsettling. She looked at my hard-on and said, "Yes, you do, don't you?"

"Please," I heard myself say, not sure what exactly I was asking for.

Claudia stood and got on the bed, ignoring my plea, her legs falling open.

"Take off your bra," she ordered.

Ami, who had her back to me, reached back and unclasped her bra, tossing it to the floor.

"Panties."

Ami started to push her panties down when Claudia said, "No. Turn around; bend over as you do it, nice and slow; I want to admire that ass."

My cock felt like a telephone pole as Ami turned to face me. Our eyes met briefly; I had never seen such an intense look in my life - a combination of lust and concentration. Slowly, she slipped her panties over the slight curve of her ass and down her toned legs as she bent over, putting on a show for our host.

"Good girl," Claudia said.

Claudia gave Ami a "come hither" gesture to join her on the bed. She positioned her so that Ami's head was at the foot of the bed and closest to my position. Claudia hovered over her, kissing her with such a hunger I thought I would come right then. She took each of her tits in her mouth, biting on the nipples until Ami whimpered in pain. Finally, she arrived at Ami's pussy and slowly licked and sucked her as I watched helplessly, restrained against the wall.

Soon, Ami was moaning in rhythm with Claudia's tongue, begging her to keep going. Claudia brought Ami's knees up to her chest and made her hold them there. Ami hooked them in the crook of her arms, as Claudia sucked on her clit with an increased intensity. I knew the noises coming from Ami well; she was close. Another 10 seconds and I was positive she would explode. That's when Claudia slowed down, bringing Ami to the edge but not over it. "Not yet, my pet," she said, giving Ami's pussy one final lick before getting up from the bed.

Ami was beside herself with frustration. "Please! I'm so close!"

She was about to finish herself off when Claudia grabbed her arm. "Don't even think about it. You'll come when I allow it; not one second sooner." Claudia then pulled one of the drawers of her nightstand and took out a roll of red bondage tape. She then quickly restrained Ami's arms so that her hands were clasped at the small of her back. "I know you like being restrained, don't you?"

"Yes," Ami whispered.

"You come harder when there's a little bit of pain."

"Yes," she admitted, panting.

Claudia held her from behind, her right arm around Ami's waist, her left hand around her neck. "Look at how hard Jason is watching you being told what to do...Get on your knees and suck his cock."

Ami kneeled in front me, bound, and seemingly under Claudia's spell as she began licking my balls with her talented tongue. I looked on in amazement as she obeyed like a servant girl hoping to please her mistress.

Claudia retrieved something else from the nightstand, holding it like a weapon as she approached. It was a large, leather flogger.

"Suck that dick," she said as she struck my chest, hitting my sensitive nipples in the process. It stung, but that coupled with Ami's expert cock-sucking, was an unbelievable sensation.

"You like a little pain with your pleasure too, don't you?" She said as she struck my chest again.

"Harder?" she asked.

Ami and I had tied each other up a number of times, and I knew she enjoyed being spanked while having sex; but I hadn't yet broached the subject of Ami inflicting the same on me. However, I had experienced it with a past girlfriend and found it to be exhilarating, especially when used to help heighten my orgasms. My eyes were clamped shut as I nodded quickly and felt the immediate pain of the flogger striking my skin. The cacophony of sensations was unbelievable, unlike anything I had ever experienced: the whoosh of air as Claudia swung her instrument; the sound of leather striking skin, my skin; the white-hot pain; the slurping sound of my girlfriend servicing my cock; the sensation of Ami's hot mouth and wet tongue on my shaft.

"Don't you fucking come," Claudia said, flogging me with a hard, consistent rhythm. Then, as if just for fun, she began flogging Ami's butt, as Ami desperately tried to keep up the pace while taking the punishment. After what seemed an eternity, she said, "That's enough."

"Fuck!" I hissed, my frustration spilling over as Ami withdrew her mouth

Claudia laughed. "Did you think I was going to let you come so quickly?" She grabbed a pair of safety scissors from the nightstand drawer, cut Ami free of her bonds, and then got on the bed. Placing a large pillow under her lower back to lift her ass off the mattress, she said, "Make me come."

Ami barely batted an eye as she removed both Claudia's bra and panties then dove in. I was amazed and completely beside myself watching Ami make love to this stranger's pussy.

Claudia looked up and stared at me with a slight smile on her face. "Your girlfriend's very good. I don't think I'm her first....fuck...finger me...two...mmmm!" Claudia's eyes remained locked on mine as I felt like I was again becoming lost in the moment, unable to grab hold of anything except Claudia and the sounds of ecstasy come from the bed. "Faster," she urged, "harder...yes! Yes! I'm going to come all over your face!" Claudia grabbed hold of Ami's head and held her mouth tight against her clit as she rode out her orgasm, which seemed to overtake her so quickly, even she looked surprised. She growled like an animal as a second wave hit her, causing her to buck against Ami's mouth.

Claudia finally rolled off the bed and grabbed something else from her stash. When I realized what it was, my cock twitched with excitement. This was turning out to be the most unreal night of my life. Ami instinctively began rubbing her pussy in anticipation as Claudia put on a large strap-on. Then, pushing Ami onto her hands and knees, Claudia positioned herself behind her. Dripping lubricant on the large dildo, she stroked it as she again pulled me in with her gray eyes. "I'm going to fuck your girlfriend while you watch."

Not a second later, Claudia penetrated Ami in one smooth, hard thrust, causing Ami to groan loudly. Claudia pulled out until just the head was inside, then plunged all the way in. Ami fell forward, her head on the mattress as Claudia took hold of her hips and slowly but steadily fucked her. My cock was throbbing so hard as I took in the erotic site of Ami's fragile body being fucked by the raven-haired beauty, Claudia's incredible breasts bouncing with each thrust, her nipples erect with arousal.