Runner's Prize
Copyright© 2026 by INtrinSicliValud
Chapter 15
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 15 - Young and driven to succeed, Tigh Raines has everything. A barren upscale apartment. His father, the company head, providing far too much advice. And a laser-like focus on the future, one that has no place for the rain-soaked beauty on an isolated park bench. She’s sobbing; he stops. Heat ensues.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Mult Consensual Romantic
Not all the college guys had departed “Platinum Dreams.”
While climbing a red-carpeted staircase, I gazed at Daniella’s toned back and perfect rear, flicking from side to side with every strutting step, but noted a pair of buff young men tumbling past us, laughing and joking. At the top of the steps, a short, narrow hallway stretched towards a large, closed door. A sign beside it proclaimed “Security.” On the walls, sconces holding faux candles provided faint lighting. More for safety than anything else, they barely lit the carpet.
Four doors lined one side. The first of them was open and the native-American dancer appeared, wearing only a grin and stilettos. Dark braids clipped in a messy bun, she sported reddened cheeks, and her sleek physique shimmered with sweat. In a shaky hand, she clenched a roll of cash. Slender fingers of the other swept along her glossy chin and lower lip.
“Fuck, Dani. I think I’m shitfaced. That kid drank a lotta gin,” she said with a smile. After easing a loose pearlescent strand into her lips, she giggled. “But damn, do I ever love those young bucks.”
“Ass, Trudy?” Daniella asked, her brows furrowed.
“Yeah, of course. Jesus, talk about a monster cock. Not gonna be able to sit for a while.” She held up the bills and winked at me. “Paid well, though. Oh, uh, Sky—” At Daniella’s curt hand wave, the woman’s lips sealed. “Um, number four’s, uh, all set for you. Have fun.”
After a quick grin, she pranced past us. More of her quiet giggles trailed as she descended the stairs.
“Ass?” I asked as we moved towards the door bearing a large number four.
“Husband has rules. She follows them most of the time.” After shrugging, Daniella chuckled while hugging me tighter. “I never liked rules. Not Arturo’s, that’s for sure. But yours, mi amor ... Hmm, you gonna give me some to follow, Tigh?”
When I only gulped, she chewed her lower lip and halted us. As a glossy fingernail slipped to the choker, she cleared her throat. Though shadowed, those beautiful eyes flashed in the dim lighting.
“Corazón, I wore this ... for you. I mean, I didn’t know you’d show up. But it’s to remind me ... God, it sounds so strange. I know I’ve said it before, but—”
“Mine?” I whispered, my fingers finding hers and pressing the soft velvet.
“Si, mi amor. Mmm, you make me feel ... Completa. Complete.”
“Gonna dance for me, sexy lady?”
“Oh, si, corazón, I must do that for you. And”—her eyes flicked to the closed door—”I hope ... Dios mío, I hope you ... Well, you’ll see.”
After slipping from my grasp, she pushed on the door. It was thick with soundproof padding. From the deeper darkness beyond, sultry jazz beats flooded the corridor. As soon as I’d followed her inside, I chuckled. She hadn’t been kidding. Like in my apartment, only a single chair adorned the center of the space. The faint scent of disinfectant lingered, plus a hint of ... perfume.
At movement, I tensed, and she stopped closing the door to clasp my arm. When a shapely silhouette solidified in the murk, air hissed from me. Across a naked woman’s shoulders, honey-gold hair shimmered. With a quiet gulp and head tilting, I turned to Daniella.
“Mi amor, wait! Por favor.” Her fingers tightened on my sleeve. “Es Skyler. You remember her, si? We’re amigitas. Good friends. She, um—”
“It’s okay, Dani,” the statuesque blonde murmured before heading for the still open doorway. “Thanks, but, uh, pretty clear he’s your white knight.”
When my hand moved, tugging the door free of Daniella, and thumping it closed, both women froze. For a moment, we all stood in the darkness until Daniella reached for a switch and raised the lights a little.
“Alright, what’s going on?” I said, flicking my gaze from one to the other.
“It was ... Well, I’m sorry, Tigh,” Skyler replied in a shaky voice. “Dani offered—”
“Skyler thinks you’re hot, Tigh. And she’s my friend. Maybe more than an amiga.” She glanced at the chair. “We’ve shared, um, a lot.”
“And you want to share me?” I asked Daniella. “With Skyler?”
When she looked at the sleek figure and nodded, I sighed. Alright, that explained the blonde’s strange reactions earlier, plus the look she’d given me when we’d first met.
“How long have you been planning this?”
“Ah, mi corazón...” She shivered, and her stilettos dragged on the thick carpeting. “Like I said, we’re friends. Um, I’ve been telling Sky all about us.”
“All? And Sky?” As my pulse ratcheted upwards, I faced the blonde with my brows knitted. “Isn’t Skyler only your stage name?”
“No. I ... Well, I was stupid when I started.” She shrugged, then flashed a grin, both nervous and cute. “It’s my real middle name.”
“I, um, didn’t tell her everything, mi—”
Daniella yelped when my fingers shot to the soft velvet choker. As her eyes blazed in the dimness, she thrust her throat into my hand with a husky moan.
Why’d I done that? Because I was no fool. Skyler was her friend ... and gorgeous ... plus, attracted to me. Something in both expressions told me they were loyal. So, there’d be no cheating. Not ever.
Besides, alright, a final benefit. My dad would be apoplectic if what might happen became something more.
“Oh, mi amor,” my wide-eyed wrecking ball whispered. In the low light, her lips glimmered as they trembled. “Mmm, what do you want?”
“Both of you,” I replied, fingers caressing her tense neck.
“O-Okay, um, Tigh.”
After flashing her a smile, I spun and strode to the chair. Once seated, I stretched my hands along the armrests and clenched the creaking leather. While Daniella remained trembling where I’d left her, Skyler sent me a nervous grin before moving to the sound system.
With a chuckle, I read the placard affixed to the back of the door. “Do NOT touch the dancer” in bold text beside a hand with a cross over it.
“Pretty self-explanatory,” I muttered as the jazz became a sultry, more intense beat.
At Daniella’s smile and Skyler’s slow nod, my fingers tightened, crushing the plush brown leather. My pulse raced. It’s one thing to imagine, another to see a fantasy come to life. After flashing me an anxious glance, the blonde dodged in to tap her lips onto the perfect full ones belonging to my ... girlfriend.
When both moaned, my heart stammered. As they began moving to the sultry beat, I gulped. They’d done this before, worked together in the VIP rooms.
“Duh,” I mumbled, then groaned as both lithe, glossy bodies rubbed in time with the music.
Eyes sparkling and mouths parting to emit whimpers with every soft drag of each other’s stiff nipples, they became one rhythmic creature of pure lust. In slow sweeps, hands roamed toned backs and firm rears, while legs swaying, chests, then pelvises pressed ever tighter.
When their lips met once more, it wasn’t a quick kiss. Muffled, their moaning grew louder as they danced, locked in a closer embrace. Again, my throat, suddenly tight, struggled to swallow air as my trousers strained over hardening flesh. With sweat prickling on my forehead, the music muted in the roaring of my pulse, as if I’d sunk beneath the surging waves of a warm ocean.
Nope, that wasn’t the first time for them. Not even close.
Oh, and as their eyes flashed, searching each other before finding me, it became obvious they shared far more than friendship. The briefest twinge of jealousy ripped through me, but when their shiny lips parted, and both smiles broadened at me, I found myself grinning.
Yeah, as it swept from the darkness, the wrecking ball swung into view once more, racing nearer to what was left of the wall once known as lonely Tigh.
“Oh, mi amor.” Daniella bit deep into her lower lip while inspecting my crotch. “Mmm, bebé, you like my surprise?”
After a quick scan of Skyler’s sleek frame, glistening as she swayed closer to rub against my knee, I crushed the creaking leather armrest and nodded. At the soft press of a silken stocking on my other leg, I returned to those twinkling brown pools. As she turned to glide her firm rear along my thigh, that impish grin appeared.