The bar in your hotel has an Irish theme and you comment that this is the first time that you have actually seen truly Irish women working in an Irish pub. And you are right, we are surrounded by curvaceous females with fair complexions, blond hair and blue eyes. I make a mental note of how you admire their young bodies, discreetly of course so as not to offend me, apprising the breasts of one, the behind of another, and the legs of a third, imagining which one you would like to fuck. Or perhaps you would like to do all of them?

"You have quite the libido, Nathan," I say, wanting you to know that I see what you are doing, and wondering if you will be embarrassed by 'getting caught'. You slowly turn to me and smile, not in the least big embarrassed, and so over our Irish whiskeys we tell each other secrets about ourselves, reaching a level of intimate conversation that is possible only now that we have had sex. You offer to escort me back to my hotel and so arm in arm we walk out through your lobby, ignoring the watchful look from the same woman that is still behind the front desk, and stroll down the street.

We pause at a cross walk, waiting for the signal to turn green. Across the street on one corner there is a popular jazz club that is in between sets. The bluish neon glow from the sign above the entrance to the club illuminates the scattered groups of people standing on the sidewalk in front, smoking and talking, simply enjoying themselves, the fragrance of marijuana floating in the air. On the other corner, directly across from the club, a young woman is standing alone, dressed for the evening and looking as if she is waiting for a friend. But looks can be deceiving. Glancing up I see that you have spotted her too and the look on your face tells me that she is pleasing to you.

"Would you like to take her back to the hotel with us?" I ask you matter-of-factly, then watch as your mind works through your deviously twisted thoughts. You have already fucked me tonight and since I am still new to you there is no doubt you will fuck me again once we are back in my suite. Yet quite unexpectedly here is another female that I am offering to you, one that is unknown to you. And you have never had a three-way before. Even before you have finished your thoughts I see that you have made up your mind.

"Sure, why not?" you reply, pretending to be nonchalant. I ask you to stay where you are and cross the street. As I near the girl I see that her skin is a light mocha color and that there is a barely noticeable slant to her eyes and I suspect that she might be part Asian, Black, or maybe part Island girl. It is not really the race that I care about. No, what I am thinking of is how magnificently the darker color of her skin and blackness of her hair will contrast with the fairness of mine when we are in bed with you. We look at each other and she immediately knows that it is not necessary to play the game that she usually plays, and for the second time this evening I think how nice it is that women can read each other so quickly. Motioning across the street in your direction I ask her if she would like to join us for a drink and she agrees. She tells me that her name is Dalia and that she is 19 years old. I seriously doubt either of this is true, but who am I to judge?

I take the girl by the hand as we come back across the street and introduce her to you and you are such a gentleman, giving her a slight bow and kissing the top of the hand that she offers you. You present your arms to us and so with this new girl on one side and me on the other the three of us continue our casual stroll toward my hotel. There is one man behind the desk as we enter and he and I greet each other by name. He makes eye contact only with me, ignoring you on my arm and our new friend on your other arm. On the way to the elevator we pass the entrance to the bar just off the lobby of my hotel and the girl pauses briefly, thinking that we are actually going to have a drink, then quickly recovers her composure as we wait for the elevator to arrive and I think to myself that she is not as experienced as I had thought, which will be a very good thing indeed.