Mardi Gras

baby,” as they surrendered the shiny necklaces. Judging from how heavily laden the girls’ necks were, they’d already been very busy tonight.
Mia’s pussy swelled a little more with each step she took. Not only due to the sensual sights around her, but because beneath her sexy clothes, her lace lingerie hugged her tight, and her garters rubbed against her thighs and ass with every move.
And despite all the color and people and breasts to behold on the street, more than one set of male eyes had perused her, as well, adding to how sexy she felt.
“Want some beads, darlin’?” a man in a cowboy hat asked as she approached him on the sidewalk. He stared hungrily at her chest, but she didn’t mind—he was handsome, in his mid-thirties, and she was so on fire that the suggestion only added fuel to her flames.
“No, but thank you,” she said with a smile in her new lower, more sophisticated voice.
Every balcony along the historic street was strung with streamers or beads of purple, gold, and green, and most were filled with partiers. Every balcony she noticed, looking up, except one. The sight brought a sinful smile to her face.
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Lacey Alexander
The quiet, dark, wrought iron balcony she spied was less than a block from Jack’s place, and the apartment attached to it belonged to her Aunt Sophie. Her aunt—the sort of chic, refined woman she hoped to be by the time she reached her fifties—was a jewelry collector and the proprietor of a pricey store on St. Peter, which she made a habit of closing during the few weeks preceding Mardi Gras. It was too loud and crazy for her taste, both at work and at home, she always said, so she used the time to head to the Caribbean with her longtime lover, Morris, every year.
And she always invited Mia to use the apartment while she was gone, given its prime location on Bourbon, but since Mia’s own apartment was only a couple of blocks away on St. Phillip, she’d never taken her up on the offer—until now.
Get ready, Ty, because here I come.
Straightening her shoulders and pushing out her chest, she walked tall and proud up the street and through the archway that led to Jack’s apartment. Disguised as she was, she thought she should have been nervous, but instead, she felt more confident—
and more sexy—than ever before. It was as if the mask and the wig gave her some sort of permission to do all the things she wanted with Ty, without any worries. No worries about it changing his opinion of her. No worries of it messing up their relationship or her job. The only thing worrying her at the moment was wondering how she’d stand the wait until she could get his clothes off and have her way with him.
She’d waited until after ten to arrive, and as she’d hoped, the party appeared to be in full swing. As she climbed the outdoor stairs to Jack and Liz’s place, she found partiers—some masked, some not—who had stepped outside to smoke. Jaunty Cajun music came from inside the door that stood wide open. Leave it to the Cajuns, she thought, to make the accordion sound sexy.
She couldn’t have been more pleased to step casually through the door to find a large crowd in a low-lit room. Some people were decked out in Mardi Gras regalia of the obligatory purple, gold, and green, while others chose regular everyday clothing.
She blended in perfectly, without even trying.
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Mardi Gras
Much of the crowd stood back around the edges of the room, forming a circle around Jack and Liz, who performed a sexy version of the two-step. Mia had never seen Jack look at any woman the way he always looked at Liz—like she lit up his life.
Some of the guests moved to the music themselves, but it was clear this dance belonged to the host and hostess. Liz smiled into her husband’s eyes, and Mia could see the sparkle in her gaze, even through the red mask she wore. She wasn’t sure she’d ever seen two people more into each other.
God, I want that with Ty.
She flinched when she realized what she’d just allowed herself to think.
Because she couldn’t have that with Ty. What she could have with Ty was hot sex.
And friendship. Independent of one another. And that was all.
When the sizzling Cajun song came to an end, the crowd gave a smattering of applause, and Ty suddenly appeared, stepping up to slap Jack lightly on the back. “You almost make him look like a good dancer,” he said to Liz with a laugh.
“Whoa there, ami, I’m the one who’s been doin’ the teachin’ here.” When Ty raised his eyebrows, Liz replied, “It’s true. Jack’s been taking me out to a place on the bayou for barbeque and two-stepping every Friday night for the past couple of months.”
“Gotta get some Cajun in her soul,” Jack added with a grin.
“I’ll just take some Cajun in my arms instead,” his wife said, pulling him into a steamy embrace Mia envied.
But stop envying Liz and Jack. In fact, stop thinking. And start getting into your game.
Fortunately, watching Ty from across the room made that easy. Since spotting him, everything inside her had tightened with excitement, and with the knowledge that tonight she would finally have him. Her cunt went wet remembering what she’d come here to do.
It was high time she slake her lust with this man, once and for all.
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Lacey Alexander
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Ty checked his watch for the fifth time in the last hour. Where was Mia?
Not that it really mattered, but she’d said she’d be here, and she was usually punctual, and it worried him if she didn’t show up someplace she was supposed to.
He’d known her for so long, he just kind of liked to look out for her when he could. As a favor to Tim, and because she was a friend, he told himself. That was all.
As Liz passed