“Why am I not surprised, Claire?”
“She’s so f’ing gorgeous, Jenna. Don’t you think so?”
“Well, yes, of course I do. Ok, go work your magic.”
Claire walked up to the beautiful blonde sitting by herself in the crowded room. The woman beat her to the greeting.
“You just walked in here with a gorgeous woman and now you’re coming over to me. What gives?”
“Um, well, that’s just it. I’m over here for her. I’m Claire.”
“I’m Samantha. Ok, now I’m more confused. You’re over here for her?"
“Jenna, yes her name is Jenna. She’s my girlfriend.”
“Yes, I could tell. What's that got to do with me?"
"Well, Samantha, if you're game, we'd like to buy you a drink, get to know you a little better, and maybe take you home with us. Jenna would definitely like to get to know you. In an intimate way."
"I see. And while we're getting to know each other intimately, where will you be?"
"Maybe in the room watching. Maybe in a different room listening. Jenna's sexual pleasure is the central goal of our relationship. That sometimes requires me to take a backseat, sexually, as it were, when we come upon a gorgeous woman like you."
"And you're comfortable with that, Claire? Watching or listening to me having sex with your girlfriend?"
"If Jenna is enjoying herself, then yes, totally."
"Well, this is a unique proposition, I must say. You're already picturing the two of us naked and going at each other, aren't you?"
"Yes. And so is Jenna. And it sounds like maybe you are, too. Would you like to meet Jenna, Samantha?"
"Hell, yes. This is turning into a very interesting evening, to say the least."