Playboy Morning Show - Episode 29

Kevin sinks into the booth beside Andrea and there she is: Arianny Celeste, all olive skin and long black hair, the same woman who used to smile from the center of the Octagon. The same woman whose body once covered the November 2010 issue of Playboy. She laughs at something Kevin says and leans in; the silk of her top slips off one bare shoulder. Andrea notices the flicker in his eyes and presses closer, her thigh sliding against his. Arianny watches the movement, smile sharpening. Her fingertips brush Kevin’s wrist, then trail slowly up his forearm as if she’s counting heartbeats. Andrea’s breath catches. She reaches under the table, finds Kevin’s other hand, guides it beneath her skirt until his fingers meet warm, bare skin. Arianny’s mouth curves. She leans across Kevin, perfume drifting between them, and kisses Andrea slow and open, tongue teasing, tasting. Kevin watches their lips part, watches Andrea’s hand slip to Arianny’s knee, watches the model’s legs ease apart. No one speaks. The bass from the club pulses through the cushions. Kevin’s fingers curl inside Andrea; she shivers against Arianny’s mouth. Arianny’s palm finds the front of his trousers, strokes once, twice, deliberate. Andrea moans quietly, bites the other woman’s lower lip, then pulls back enough to whisper something that makes Arianny laugh low in her throat. She slides off the bench, kneels between Kevin’s knees right there in the half-dark, and the silk top slips lower, baring the tops of her breasts. Her hands work his zipper open. Andrea watches, pupils wide, one hand still resting on Arianny’s hair. The first warm press of Arianny’s mouth around him makes Kevin’s head tip back. Andrea leans in, kisses the side of his neck, then reaches down to guide Arianny’s rhythm with gentle pressure, their eyes locked over the length of him. In the booth’s dim light the three of them move like they have all the time in the world and none at all.