Momoko gratefully took the seat that opened up in front of her, smiling at the man who offered. The swaying, clacking subway was crowded, and they'd been on it for a while. As all New York subways were wont to do from time to time, this one had stopped, for no apparent reason, during rush hour, too, making the ride from Brooklyn back into Manhattan seem interminable. At least the AC had remained on.

The boys were standing more or less in front of her, though all had shifted somewhat with all of the people getting on and off. Still, Momoko realized, they were easy to spot, not just because they were among the tallest in the car.

No, there was something about the four of them.

For one thing, they were all so damned handsome. They had to be the best looking guys in the whole subway car. They matched, somehow, they looked like they belonged together; Sully, with his eyes, Dane with his dreaminess, Tommy with his smoldering-ness, and Jude with his hair and dimple, all of them were just wow-y with handsomeness, Momoko thought to herself. She considered her thoughts and smiled at how silly they were.

Jude, who was closest, leaned in. "What are you thinking, love?"

Momoko just shook her head. "Nothing, tell you later."

"Aww, come on," he wheedled.

Momoko raised her eyebrow at him. "Okay. I was just thinking how hot you all are." Her words seemed extra loud in the silence of the subway car.

"No shit, I was thinking the same thing," said the young woman who was sitting next to her. "You talking about these four dudes right here?" She gestured in the general direction of the four guys from Peppermint Silk.

Momoko nodded, barely managing to cover a smirk as she looked up at them

See? Even though you aren't even standing next to each other, it's obvious you go together.

Sully stuck his tongue in his lower cheek and rolled his eyes in embarrassment.

"You all models or something?" the woman continued. "You're real pretty, too," she said to Momoko.

"Thanks," Momoko answered. "No, we're not models, though we are on our way back from a photoshoot. We're in a band, and we spent the day taking pictures for some publicity posters and stuff like that. It was really fun."

"A band, huh?" The woman turned to Momoko. She had a Columbia sweatshirt and pretty pink fingernails. "Anything I might have heard of?"

"Maybe. We have some stuff on Spotify and we're pretty popular on YouTube. Peppermint Silk?"

"Yeah, I know who you are!" the woman declared with a smile. 'Pillow Fight'? That's one of yours, right?"

"Yes," Momoko said delightedly. "Hey, guys, a fan!" She delved in her bag. "Just for that, you get a prize." She pulled out a couple of PS keychains, one in red and white stripes, one in pink and white. "One for you, one for a friend, how's that?"

"Oh wow, these are so cute," the woman said. "Thanks! My girlfriend won't believe I ran into you guys on the subway! Can I get a picture with you? I mean, I know I can't get all of you, but maybe just you?"

"Sure." Momoko leaned in and the girl took a selfie with her.

By the time they said good bye to the young woman, whose name was Maureen, and got home, it was full dark, and Momoko was starving and bouncing around with pent up energy.

"Let's go out!" Momoko suggested. "Grab some pizza or something on the way and go dancing or something?"

"Second," Tommy said immediately.

"Yay!" Momoko threw her arms around his neck and kissed him. "So who else is in?"

It turned out that everyone was.

"But please don't wear something that's going to have us peeling guys off you all night?" Dane asked plaintively. "Could you try to be a little, um, sedate?"

"But where's the fun in that?" Tommy asked. "When she dresses up, we get to see her in it, too, you know?"

"I have a nice body, I like to enjoy pretty clothes sometimes, where's the harm in that?" Momoko asked. "I never asked you to peel guys off me, I can peel them off myself, anyway."

"But we enjoy peeling them off you as well," Jude interjected, slipping an arm around her. "Sometimes it's fun to be the alpha male, don't you know that?"

"Tell you what, why don't you all just pee on me before we step out?" Momoko called over her shoulder as she headed for the shower. "That should take care of things, don't you think?"

And when Momoko declared herself ready to go, even Sully's eyebrows went up. "Wow, you're, uh, that dress is, uh, those shoes are, uh--"

"That dress is short," Dane finished. "It's pretty damned short, is what he's trying to say."

"But it's not, not really," Momoko contradicted. "See, look. It just looks short because because my heels are so high." She stepped out of her heels, and sure enough, the dress did appear a little less extreme when she was flat-footed on the floor.

"Well, then the question to be begged is, why are your heels so fucking high?" Jude asked with a grin.

"Because you guys are all so fucking tall," Momoko defended herself. "I'm not that short, but next to all of you, especially when we dance, I feel like a midget or something. I like to be able to look you in the eye and put my arms around your necks when we dance, you know?" She looked plaintively at each of them. "Besides, these heels do amazing things for my calves, don't you think?" She kicked a foot up a little behind her, flexing her leg. "Don't my legs look fucking outstanding in these?"

"Gorgeous," Tommy agreed appreciatively.

"How can you dance in those?" Dane asked, fascinated. "Doesn't it hurt?"

"I'm young, and I've been wearing heels forever, doesn't bother me," Momoko said airily. "My feet are pretty much numb, anyway. So are we going, or are you guys going to play Father Knows Best some more?"

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The club was crowded, and they immediately hit the dance floor, not even getting drinks first. Momoko loved to dance, and the boys knew it. They formed a loose circle around her, moving in time to the music, undulating in rhythm, quickly getting hot and sweaty. The guys would pair up with a random woman from time to time, making eye contact, smiling and partnering up for the duration of a dance, maybe, but when the song changed, they'd give a little wave and turn away, usually to the woman's disappointment. The only one they really got physical with was Momoko; when they danced with her, there was a lot of touching, hands on her hips, thighs, belly, arms round her neck, fronts pressing together.

After about an hour, Momoko was gleaming with perspiration, her hair a glorious mess as it came out of its messy bun and clung to her neck. "Come on, let's see if we can get a table and get something to drink," she suggested.

The guys nodded and followed her off the dance floor, grabbing drinks and standing around while they waited for a table large enough to accommodate the five of them to open up.

"Finally!" Momoko gasped as they slid into a booth. She raised her hand for another round and some water.

They were relaxing and laughing when a very nice looking guy with a nose stud approached them. "Excuse me, but are you guys Peppermint Silk?" he asked with a grin. "I saw you dancing earlier, and I thought you looked familiar."

"We are, sir, in the flesh," Sully answered, holding out a hand. "Are you a fan?"

"I'm a superfan, man," he replied, shaking Sully's hand. "Your stuff's the shit. Momoko, you have a voice like an angel, man."

"Wow, thank you," Momoko responded with a smile.

"Can I get a picture with you guys?"

"Sure." They scooted over to make room for him and took a nice picture.

"And, uh, do you do everything together, or would Momoko possibly have a dance for me?" The guy looked hopeful. "My name's Steve, by the way."

Momoko looked at the guys, then held up her drink. "Okay, Steve, come back in about ten minutes, and you'll get your dance."

"Awesome."

When Steve returned at the appointed time, Momoko obligingly scooted out of the booth and took his proffered hand and stepped out onto the dance floor with him.

"Man, I can't believe I'm actually dancing with you," Steve confessed, putting a hand on her hip. "You're absolutely beautiful, and even more so in person."

"Thanks, that's very nice of you," Momoko responded, shouting to make herself heard over the music.

They continued to dance, and Momoko was happy to find that, in addition to being very handsome, Steve was a good dancer as well. And, hand on her hip aside, he wasn't out for a quick grope.

"So, you all sewed up with one of the guys in your band?" Steve asked. "Or would you consider going out with a nobody like me, or what?"

Momoko smiled and shook her head at him as they continued to dance. "Steve, don't talk about yourself like that."

"So does that mean I can call you, then?" Steve looked hopeful.

"No, I'm sorry, I'm seeing someone," Momoko apologized.

"Figures that someone like you wouldn't be available," Steve lamented. "Man, you're just stunning, aren't you?"

On impulse, Momoko reached up and kissed Steve on the cheek. "Thanks for the dance, Steve." She turned to leave the floor.

He followed, a hand on her back, and escorted her back to the table, where the guys had all been watching them dance.

"Can I take a picture with you before I go?" Steve asked.

"Of course."

She slid her arm around his waist and snuggled into his side as he snapped off a photo of the two of them.

"I don't know which one of you is the lucky guy, but hang on to this one," Steve said. "She's a real peach."

For some reason, this made everyone laugh. "You're so right," Tommy said, slipping an arm around Momoko's shoulder and kissing her hair. "We plan to take very good care of her."

Shortly after Steve left, Momoko rose. "Potty break," she explained. Under the table, she squeezed Tommy's hand. "Follow me," she whispered.

So a few minutes later, Tommy, too, rose to "use the facilities," and wandered downstairs in the general direction of the bathrooms.

He was walking down a corridor with a curtain pulled down one side, when a hand suddenly shot out and yanked him through it.

"Whoa, where are we?" he asked, keeping his balance with difficulty.

"My roommate used to work here," Momoko explained. "This is storage for when they have private parties." Sure enough, they were surrounded by stacks of chairs and tables with napkin holders and containers of silverware.

Momoko jumped into his arms and kissed him, grasping his his chin with her hand, moaning and wriggling. "I'm so fucking horny, Tommy. I want to fuck, can you fuck me?"

"Here?"

"Yeah, mm hm."

"You got it, Peaches."

He slid a hand under her dress, and found to his happy surprise that she wasn't wearing any underwear, only thigh high stockings held up by a garter belt.

"Oh my god, I'm so glad I didn't know you were wearing this earlier, my head would've blown right off my body," he murmured against her mouth. "This is so, fucking, hot."

He tried to kiss the skin of her neck and collarbones, but was thwarted by the material of her dress. He made a growling sound of irritation. Momoko unlocked her legs and he lowered her to the ground as she raised her arms above her head. Tommy grasped the hem of her dress and yanked it off, tossing it onto a nearby table.

Seeing Momoko, in the faint light which shone through the ground level window of the basement, really did nearly make Tommy's head blow off. She was wearing nothing but her stockings, high heels, and bra, and was absolutely, hands down, the sexiest thing Tommy had ever seen. The garter belt framed the sooty smudge of her sex, her bra was some kind of barely there black lace thing, and the fact that she could barely be seen at all gave the whole thing an ethereal effect that gave his imagination free rein to fill in the parts he couldn't quite make out.

Momoko fumbled with the button and zip on his pants, pulling everything down in one go. She saw his erection, dark and ready for her, and jumped lightly back into his arms, her legs sliding around his hips.

He could feel her, slick and ready, on his belly and his length, and groaned. He lifted her easily and slid inside with one thrust, turning to lean her against the wall.

"Oh god!" he said into her neck. "Jesus fucking Christ. "Then he murmured some words in Spanish that Momoko didn't understand.

She put her arms around his neck and locked her legs around the small of his back.

"Fuck me," she said, her voice urgent. "Fuck me. Tommy, it feels so good, you feel so good."

He thrust into her, over and over, pressing her into the wall as she opened her mouth wide, though no sound came out. She finally rolled her hips into his groin, pressing hard, digging her nails into the flesh of his back.

"Gonna come, Tommy, now, okay?"

"Yeah, come on, Peaches," he encouraged, putting his hand between them and rubbing her clit to help her along. She gasped at the sensation, tipping over the edge at the feel of this thumb on her.

"Me too, Momoko," he gasped, his thrusts getting faster and sloppy as he pounded, his strong arms under her thighs as he held her up against the wall. "Me too, me too."

"Ah, ah, ah," Momoko called out in time with his thrusts as he came. She could feel the heat of him inside her, spreading in her belly.

Finally, he lifted his head from where he'd been resting it, from where he'd sucked on her neck and bitten her, so he could kiss her. He carefully lowered her to the floor, not releasing her until he was sure she could stand.

She smiled at him, grabbing a couple of convenient napkins to clean up a little. Tommy grinned back and did the same.

"Wow, that was totally hot," Momoko whispered, though whispering at this juncture might have been a little pointless.

"Agreed," Tommy said with a nod, leaning to kiss her adorable nose.

He helped Momoko with her dress, and then her hair.

"Shall we return?" he asked, offering her his arm.

"We shall," she agreed, taking it.

Together, they climbed the stairs to return to where the others were waiting.

"So," Dane asked after they's sat down, "you ready to dance some more, or what?"

Momoko shook her head. "I mean, you can if you want, but I'm exhausted, I'm ready to go home and go to bed."

Sully, Dane and Jude looked at her in surprise.

Momoko shrugged. "Dancing really takes it out of a girl, you know?"