Sadie and David stumbled through the suite, passionately curled around each other. Their tongues and lips in a fierce battle for dominance, sneaking out and leaving the rest of their entourage to their own devices back at the official afterparty.

David's jacket and shoes were kicked into the corner while Sadie's numb fingers worked to unbuckle his belt. She gasped as he backed her into the Steinway piano, his growing erection grinding into her stomach.

"Mmm down, boy," she giggled and squeezed him through his slacks. His pupils dilated from the night's combination of cocaine and LSD her lover had scored earlier.

He'd dished it out to the guys at the party then he and Sadie helped themselves to the stash. In a dark corner of the party, David had set up a few lines of coke and the ladies did theirs first. Halfway through the party, he and Sadie left when the sexual tension hit its peak.

"No chance, baby," he breathed and fisted her hair, nuzzling his nose into Sadie's neck. He unzipped her dress in the back, sliding the straps off her shoulders and unwrapped her like a present.

He moaned and closed his mouth over a taut nipple, Sadie's head rolling back and stepped out of her dress. "Can I have another yummy pill?" She asked with a girlish giggle.

"Of course, babydoll." He dug out the small Ziploc bag and extracted a single pink pill, placing it on her outstretched tongue. "You feeling good, baby?"

She nodded and David's eyes roamed over her body hungrily, from her white stilettos to the white lace thong.

His mouth fell open when he saw the garter tattoo around her thigh, tracing the intricate design with his fingers.

"What do you think?" Sadie asked, pirouetting to give him a better look.

"You're so fucking sexy, babydoll. I love it." David hooked his fingers in the waistband of her thong and slid it down her legs, gazing up from his kneeling position. "I want you to keep the shoes and pearls on. Nothing turns me on more than a classy lady." He placed a teasing kiss at the apex of her thighs, the very top point of her slit and Sadie shivered.

His hands caressed her waist and he lifted her onto the piano, her hands combing through his curls. He laid kisses of fire and ice down the centre between her breasts to her stomach, worshipping every exposed inch.

"Wait..." Sadie interrupted his ravishing and smiled. "One more thing...hand me my bag?"

David bit his bottom lip and handed over her bag. From it, she withdrew a pair of black-framed glasses and perched them just so on the bridge of her nose. Then she handed one of Jon's cameras to him with an impish smile. She could hear David's cock protesting against his zipper.

David's eyes shone brightly as he positioned her in various poses on the piano, zeroing in on the henna tattoo and pearls and snapping photo after photo. She extended one leg along the piano top and arched her back. David peered over the camera.

"Fuck you drive me insane, woman," he growled, ripping his shirt off and wrapped his arms under her thighs. He pulled her towards him and onto her back, burying his nose and mouth into her pussy.

Sadie half moaned and half giggled euphorically, resting her upper thighs on her lover's shoulders. "Mmm fill my little pussy, Sir..."

David glanced up at her with his nose glistening. "Say it again, woman..."

Their eyes met and she moaned in a throaty voice, "Take your pants off and fill my little pussy... Sir..." She saw his eyes roll back at the words and dived back in ravenously, hearing his zipper and fabric being hastily discarded.

He suckled each silken fold between his lips, hands trailing to her lower back as he kissed his way up to her stomach and finally to her neck. He raised her to eye level and drove his cock deep into her waiting pussy, causing her to cry out into the night.

*~*Roxy*~*

"Here you go, beautiful."

Jon returned to Roxy's side with a fresh drink. He nipped at her exposed shoulder sending a thrill chasing down her spine.

"I have something for you from King," he said before pulling Roxy in for a deep, toe-curling kiss that drew a few sly smiles and comments from those surrounding them. Jon had cupped the back of her head to hold her in place and brushed his tongue across hers as he transferred a small dissolvable tablet onto hers.

Slowly parting, Roxy threw him a questioning look as she sipped from her glass to wash it down discreetly.

Jon nuzzled at her neck and jaw then whispered in her ear, "Play nice with Heather and we might all get what we want tonight, baby."

It wasn't long before Roxy started to feel the effects of the drug. As the colours of the room and the guests' clothing brightened and swirled before her eyes, Roxy wound herself around Jon closer, rubbing herself against him. She moved to her own music as Jon's hand roamed down her back and over her ass.

"I can't feel any panties tonight, baby," Jon whispered as Tico and Eva smiled knowingly, enjoying their own indulgences.

"That's because I'm not wearing any," Roxy replied and watched Jon's eyes darken with lust.

She slipped her hand inside the open neck of his shirt, through the crisp hair on his chest and scratched a polished nail over the already tight nub. Jon groaned huskily and rewarded her with a devilish smirk.

"Did you give Roxy my offering, babe?" Richie came up behind Jon, resting his arm across Jon's shoulder as his eyes raked over Roxy's face and body.

"Oh yeah," he replied, "and I was just about to reap the rewards, you bastard."

"Where's Heather, Rich?" Tico asked, "Tommy steal her back again?"

"Not unless he followed her into the ladies room," Richie said archly.

A thought occurred to Roxy at that moment so she excused herself from the small group, "I think I might go powder my nose, handsome. I'll be right back," she kissed Jon and reached up a little to kiss Richie's cheek before making her way to the ladies room.

Roxy just saw Heather duck into a stall, so Roxy took the one beside her, emptying her bladder quickly and emerging at the same time as Heather. Roxy looked around briefly as she washed her hands and noted that they were the only ones in the bathroom; Heather watched her warily as she fixed her make up.

"Are you having a nice time," Roxy asked as she dried her hands carefully with a paper towel. The sensation of the soft, cool water over her hands, followed by the rougher texture of the paper towel was stirring and heating her blood. She blotted the damp towel across the back of her neck trying to cool down before disposing of it.

"It's the same old crowd," Heather shrugged. Roxy noted that Heather's slightly unfocused eyes shone brightly.

Roxy moved in behind the small blonde as she caught her gaze in the mirror, holding it as she smiled softly. "I think we got off on the wrong foot, don't you? I know I'd like to get to know you better," Roxy said softly, barely audible. Roxy took a step closer, right up behind her, "You're stunning. I can see why Richie's so in love with you."

Heather looked up sharply, suspicious of the compliment, "Umm...thanks." She paused slightly before continuing, "Who are you...to Jon, I mean."

Roxy placed a finger on the delicate, exposed shoulder and made a little moue with her lips as she trailed her fingers down Heather's arm. "I'm whatever he wants me to be," she replied, her breath ghosting through her hair as she fiddled with the little spaghetti strap, pushing it over Heather's shoulder.

"I can be whatever you want me to be too...if you'd like." Roxy dragged her fingernail down the side of Heather's breast, her nipple pebbling beneath the black satin. "I can be your worst nightmare, friend, confidante...lover." Roxy breathed the last word over Heather's skin before laying a soft kiss on her shoulders, holding her gaze in the mirror.

Satisfied she wasn't going to get smacked in the face, Roxy cupped the other woman's breast in her hand, teasing the nipple with her thumb. Roxy continued to kiss the warm skin of Heather's shoulder; small, barely-there kisses as she worked up to her neck, sliding her other arm around her waist and feeling her relax into the embrace as Heather angled her head to give Roxy greater access to her neck.

Roxy grinned to herself as Heather shuddered and sighed in her arms when she nibbled over a spot just below her ear. Roxy watched Heather's blue eyes slide closed and drew her bottom lip between her teeth. As Roxy gently squeezed and teased Heather's breast, her other hand wandered slowly over her belly, mapping her hip bones and followed the dip lower. She could feel the heat coming from Heather's pussy through her dress.

"So hot...," Roxy murmured, "I bet your pussy is as pretty as you are, baby." Roxy cupped her hand over Heather's mound and was rewarded with a moan falling from her dark pink lips. "I'm sure it tastes just as sweet too."

The thrall was broken when a group of women pushed through the bathroom door, chattering and laughing, their eyes briefly flicking over the two women. Heather stiffened in Roxy's arms and gathered her purse, pushing Roxy out of the way as she rushed out the door. Roxy rushed after her, catching Heather just outside the door.

She gripped her hand and drew Heather into a shadowy puddle, pushing the blonde up against the wall before she kissed her deeply, one hand on her ass and one on her breast until Heather's hand gripped the back of Roxy's neck.

As Roxy continued to kiss Heather, she bunched up the back of Heather's skirt until her hand felt the firm flesh of her ass cheek. She trailed her fingers along the crease at the top of her thigh and dipped inside the junction between her legs.

Heather mewled and shifted her stance a little wider as Roxy moved her leg between the blonde's, gently pressing up into her mound. Roxy felt her own juices flowing, slicking her inner thighs.

"I see I'm not the only one without panties tonight," Roxy whispered, "Makes us ready for anything, huh? Tell me...did you and Richie fuck on the way to the suite tonight? Is your pussy full of his cream, baby? I'd love to taste you...with or without the cream," Through the smokey darkness, Roxy could see Heather's eyes widened in surprise, heat flaming wildly in them.

"Ladies," Jon's soft sultry voice came from over Roxy's shoulder, "Heather, Richie's been looking for you, sweetheart." His hungry eyes roamed over the two women before kissing them both on the cheek.

"Jon!" Heather gasped, looking between him and Roxy as she tried to gather herself together but Roxy was having none of it.

"Oh...," Heather breathed.

Roxy held her in place and slowly drew her fingers through the moisture she found, bringing her hand up to her face and suckling on one finger before offering Jon the other. Jon gripped Roxy's wrist and drew the digit between his lips, closing his eyes in bliss.

"I think it might be time to take this party back to the suite, don't you?" he said as he kissed Roxy's palm, then turned to Heather and kissed her, letting Heather taste herself on his lips. "She's fucking hot, right? How about we take you to Loverboy, huh?"

Jon waited until the two women had regained their composure somewhat and escorted them back to their small group. Richie looked at Heather's state of dishevelment and Roxy's sly grin before sliding his gaze to Jon. With a quick nod from Jon, Richie grinned widely and gathered Heather to him, whispering something in her ear that made her blush prettily.

"Let's get outta here," Jon said and led the way, his hand firmly on the rise of Roxy's ass and his jacket pulled firmly across his body to disguise his hard-on, as the left the afterparty.

**~~**

The group of six stumbled off the elevator, arms wrapped around their partners. Jon and Richie laughed as groans and whimpers came from their suite.

"Oh god fill me up, Sir," from Sadie met their ears when they opened the door and saw David naked, ass facing towards them, pounding his writhing lover on the grand piano.

Neither heard their friends enter, too far gone into oblivion. Sadie's legs held tight around David's waist as they came together in a rush of passion and lust.

"Looks like the full moon has risen tonight, boys," Richie chuckled and shrugged off his jacket.

David peered over his shoulder, panting and sweaty. But before he could say a word, Sadie grabbed his face and pulled him into a deep kiss. He picked her up and carried her to one of three loveseats while Tico turned on the electric fireplace.

Jon went straight to the bar and poured generous drinks for everyone as David and Sadie continued to make out heavily. Roxy found the sound system and turned on some slow, sexy blues, kicking out of her shoes.

Tico and Eva had claimed another love seat, entwining themselves deeply as Richie started spreading out the party favours that David had left on top of the piano. The men prepared their lines of coke on the coffee table or Sadie's ass, in David's case.

Heather joined David and Sadie, holding the younger woman's hair back as she snorted up the sweet powder from her lover's cock. Her hungry, longing stares at Sadie's body didn't go unnoticed.

"You can touch her," David whispered to the blonde. "Right, baby?"

Sadie winked and dragged her eyes over to Heather, crawling over David's lap and rolling her hips in beat to the music. "Of course."

Heather glanced over to Richie, who nodded his approval. "Is...is she your...um...like Roxy is to Jon?"

"She is," David replied, "...and so much more."

She nodded and teased a sweet nipple offered to her, David rolling the other in his fingers. Sadie drew Heather into a heated kiss, the blonde's dress soon pooling at her waist.

"Mmm look at you, beautiful," Sadie cooed, scooping a breast and circling the nipple with her tongue. Heather moaned and melted when David brought her lips to his, the two lovers pulling her into their world.

Meanwhile, Jon curled himself around Roxy's back as their bodies moved and swayed to the music. He whispered in Roxy's ear, "Thank you for loosening Heather up, sweet thing."

"Oh she's a hot little thing when she's not thinking about it," Roxy grinned, "Speaking of hot, though...care to unzip me, gorgeous?"

Jon growled against her ear then went in search of the zipper making Roxy giggle as his hands roamed over her.

"I would if I could find the damned zipper!"

"Shall I give you an incentive?" she asked as she slipped her hands beneath his shirt, pushing it up and over his head, letting it drop to his feet. "There's a surprise hiding under this pretty dress. If you can't find it, then I'll have to find someone else that can."

Jon finally found that elusive zipper and his eyes nearly popped from his head when he saw the delicate henna trails over Roxy's body, swirling from around her nipple, over her shoulder and down her back to the opposite hip, disappearing between her thighs.

"Holy fuck, babe!" Jon groaned, his eyes hungrily raked over her.

He gazed down at the woman at his feet. He'd had plenty in the same position over the year but none that captivated him as thoroughly as Roxy did.

"Like what you see, Jon?" Roxy asked

"Perfection," Jon breathed.

He took in the scene before him as Roxy made quick work of his pants.

Heather and David had turned to face each other on the loveseat with Sadie was on all fours between them, her face buried in the blonde's pussy while David stroked deep inside her pussy and smoked a tightly rolled joint.

Darling Richie had grabbed the camera from the piano and started taking up-close photos of his friends. From Tico ravishing Eva doggy-style to Roxy straddling Jon and flipping her long hair wildly.-

He saved the best for last though. His beautiful wife in the throes of passion, close-ups of Sadie's tongue and David grinning like an idiot. The part of him that desired Roxy, however, needed to tread carefully. There was just something about this girl that intrigued him and soothed his soul.

He wanted to explore those markings thoroughly with his fingers as well as his mouth and tongue. When Jon had finally undressed Roxy and groaned at what had been unveiled, Richie's cock had wept at the sight when he'd looked over.

"Having fun, sweetheart," he asked his wife as he snapped off a series of photos of her rapture. He chuckled when her eyes popped open. Blue eyes, so similar to Jon's, clouded with lust and just a little shame.

"Richie!" she gasped. He wasn't sure if it was from being surprised or from Sadie's talented mouth. "Oh...I'm...oh god," Heather whimpered again, arching her back as slim fingers slid into her pussy. Stretching and curling, Sadie giggled and suckled on her clit.

"You're exquisite, baby," Sadie cooed.

"You're all exquisite," Richie murmured, enraptured by the scene before him as he stroked himself, the camera forgotten in his other hand.

"Aww shucks, handsome," David laughed and fluttered his eyelashes, thrusting his hips towards Sadie.

Richie snorted and flipped his friend off. "You're not bad, Lema. A little...hairy and husky...for my liking though."

A groan from the window drew Richie's attention and he looked over to see that Jon had pinned Roxy up against the floor-to-ceiling windows as he fucked her from behind. Snapping off a few frames, he laid the camera down finally before claiming his wife's mouth in a lingering kiss. He reached blindly for her hands and drew her away from the temptress between her thighs.

Sadie snorted derisively as Heather was extricated from her watering mouth. "So selfish, Sambora," she whimpered and sat on David's cock, his arms snaking around her waist. The two shared a hot kiss and David finally got his taste of Heather.

"C'mon, babygirl, I'll show you something real fun," Dave laughed. He grabbed his lighter, two joints and a small baggie of coke, dragging Sadie onto their private balcony overlooking the city. Turning on the hot tub jets, the two climbed in together and left the door open as an invitation for others to join if desired.

Sadie scratched his back as he showed her a small purple and gold pipe and started to prepare it. The dim purple lights of the whirlpool illuminated them under the stars and full moon. "So what you got in mind, handsome?"

" It's called freebase. You melt down the cocaine from a powder back to its liquid form. Reaches your brain quicker. Much more intense high," he replied, handing her his lit joint. The two became lost in their own world, smoking and enjoying the entertainment of Roxy's breasts against the window.

Tico and Eva soon joined them with offerings of alcohol and the four settled into a sweet haze of wandering hands and warm tongues. After a little coaxing, Sadie crawled onto David's lap and Eva straddled Tico. Both ladies moaned in delight and fell into their lovers, stretching towards each other and kissing passionately.

Inside, Jon was tapped on the shoulder as he was balls deep in Roxy's warmth. The wickedly dirty thought of someone watching from any one of the windows facing this one was fueling his desire.

When he turned, it wasn't Richie as he'd expected, but in fact, was Heather. He sent her a dirty smirk and slid his hand around her neck to draw her closer, claiming his best friend's wife as momentarily his.

When the kiss broke, Heather jutted her chin in Roxy's direction and growled to Jon, "She's mine, Jonny."

He heard rather than saw, Richie behind him as his arm snaked over his chest, gently pulling Jon away from Roxy.

Roxy turned from the window to see Richie's wife. She ran her eyes over the blonde actress and smiled, "Well, hello, beautiful. I was wondering when it was going to be my turn," she said.

Jon had got Roxy nicely warmed up before he was pulled into his best friend's arms. She cast a brief glance their way and noted that the men were deeply consumed with each other. Roxy slid her eyes back to Heather and crooked her finger at her.

"You seemed to be thoroughly occupied," Heather replied, stopping just in front of Roxy.

"Don't you mean," Roxy cupped Heather's face, taking a half-step closer, "thoroughly fucked? He's very good. Have you and he ever...fucked?!" Roxy dragged her teeth over her bottom lip as she pronounced the word slowly, drawing Heather's eyes to her mouth.

She stood motionless, her gaze never faltering even as Jon and Richie staggered onto the sofa, waiting for Heather to make the first move. Anticipation and the pure heat and lust in Heather's eyes made Roxy's breathing become heavy as the fire burned in her veins under the other woman's scrutiny but she'd be damned if she was going to give even an inch.

In a flash Heather pounced on Roxy, mashing their mouths together in a fiery kiss as Roxy felt herself being pushed back against the window once more. She felt Heather's hands sink into her hair, grabbing painfully on the strands as she claimed Roxy's mouth.

Roxy wrapped her arms around the small woman, drawing her close and stroking her hands down her back to the curve of her ass. She smiled to herself as Heather moaned when her fingers teased the cleft with one hand, the other slid around to her pussy and copied the action over her labia. Heather was hot, fragrant and wet...so damn wet.

With a gentle shake of her head, Roxy managed to free herself from Heather's grasp to bend and take a tightly pebbled nipple into her mouth, laving it with her tongue, nipping with her teeth before soothing it again. As Roxy moved to the other breast, she maneuvered Heather around to press her against the window before kneeling in front of her.

"So beautiful," Roxy murmured as she nuzzled around Heather's hips and thighs, "Show me what you want, Queen." She vaguely heard the guys' grunts and moans from where they were entangled with each other as Heather carded her fingers through Roxy's hair absently. Roxy scooped up Heather's leg and draped it over her shoulder, exposing Heather to her completely.

"Taste me," Heather breathed and guided Roxy's head closer.

Roxy smirked up at her, grasping at Heather's breasts, kneading and thrumming the nipples before dragging her nails down the alabaster skin just heavy enough to leave red marks. Roxy kissed the inside of Heather's thighs, inhaling her scent before gently opening her lips with her thumbs.

With a pointed tongue, Roxy took her first taste of Richie's wife, teasing and tasting her outer lips, lapping at the moisture that was seeping from her pussy. Roxy moaned and delved deeper, following the delicious sweet tang.

Swirling her tongue around Heather's clit, biting and suckling on it gently, Roxy slipped two fingers up inside the wet heat of the woman's pussy, thrusting in and out slowly, searching for her elusive spongy patch of nerves.

"Oh god!" Heather gasped as her knees shook. Roxy smiled, knowing she'd found it. Her face was wet and Heather's juices were dripping down her forearm as her thumb, tongue and fingers worked in tandem to bring Heather to the edge of orgasm two, three times.

"Fuck, Jonny...so close," Roxy heard Richie groan from behind them, "I'm gonna cum, babe."

Roxy redoubled her efforts and timed it perfectly that she had Heather coming almost at the same time as Richie as Roxy's face was awash with Heather's juices, pulse after pulse over her face, dripping down her chin to her breasts and belly. Her own body was aching for release as she lapped the juice from Heather's thighs.

Something caught her attention through the window behind them. Looking more closely, Roxy could tell it was someone in the window opposite, the light coming from behind and a double glint off the lenses from a pair of binoculars. Roxy waved discreetly and spread her legs slightly, grinning when she got a thumbs up from their mystery audience.

Suddenly Roxy felt two strong hands scoop her up from behind and a pair of legs next to Heather's as Jon and Richie had come to claim their ladies.

"Did you have fun, girls?" Richie asked, "I think you gave the neighbour a show, that's for sure."

"You saw that?" Roxy asked, surprised.

" We all did!" Sadie called from outside in the hot tub. The four occupants had since finished and were cuddling and smoking David's weed, taking in the action inside the suite through the purple haze.

"Oh god...," Roxy groaned and turned to Heather, "I'm sorry, Heather...I didn't know until the end. I would never have deliberately exposed you like that if I'd know."

Heather, looking delightfully dishevelled, kissed Richie's cheek before slipping from his arms. She crawled across the couch to where Roxy was sitting on Jon's lap, slipping her hand around the back of Roxy's neck to pull her into a deep kiss.

"Oh fuck!" Jon swore from beneath the women.

"Don't apologise," Heather said to Roxy, "It wouldn't have happened if I didn't want it to. I wanted to see if you lived up to what Richie had said about you."

"What?!" she gasped, her eyes flicking between both Samboras, Richie regarding her with an amused look, eyes hooded, chewing on his bottom lip.

Roxy felt Jon chuckle beneath her. "Didn't I say that if you played nice, we'd all get what we wanted?!"