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Surprised to hear her name, Sally blinked owlishly at the two other women as the elevator door opened, “Um, sorry. Go where?”

“To Carnival, of course.” The three women entered the elevator together. “Gloria and I were just discussing it. Oh, that's right! It's your first year here. All the more reason why you should join in the festivities. It will definitely widen your Caribbean outlook.”

Sally sighed, “I don't know... I'm not really a 'party hard' kind of girl. It might not be my thing...”

“Well,” said Gloria, smiling widely, “it will be if you cruise with us. We'll help you unleash your wild side. Besides, you might meet a nice man for a good booty call.”

Sally smiled at the thought, and also at the realization that this was the exact same elevator she’d had sex with Desmond in. Priceless, she thought.

“You know what, I think I'll come. But I’ll need you to take care of me.” She blushed for a multitude of reasons.

The two women, Sandra and Gloria, agreed to have Sally accompany them during the Carnival march, and they began diving into girly chatter. During this chatter she heard that Mike and other co-workers planned to be at the event. Sally now knew without a doubt that she wanted to be there.

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The days passed quickly. Sally, Gloria, and Sandra had become good friends. During the week leading up to Carnival they searched for and reserved costumes, busily preparing themselves for the big event. Sally saw less and less of Desmond.

The day of the Carnival rolled around. Sally had been glued to the media to ensure she was up to date with all things Carnival. Her Facebook feed was flooded by her local co-workers and acquaintances discussing their preparations.

That afternoon Sally rendezvoused with Gloria and Sandra to collect their costumes. The place was hopping with revelers, music and excitement. Upon arriving, the three women used the change room, excited and giddy, as they dressed in their sexy butterfly costumes, each a different color. They looked stunning in their revealing outfits. All that was left was to find an unsuspecting man to trap with their deadly allure. They giggled at the thought.

Soon the festivities began with a record turnout. All Around them the sound of sweet Reggae and Calypso beats blared. Patrons paraded animatedly through the streets, dancing and singing. Sally followed Gloria and Sandra's lead and indulged a few of the energetic males in attendance. She found that the young men were more than willing to treat her waist in a liberal fashion. Their grinding sent Sally's imagination into quite a spin.

“So where's my dance?” Sally turned around upon hearing the familiar voice. She grinned, “Hi, Mike!” Finally, she got to see his beautiful body sans shirt and jacket! The two stared at each other.

“Well, if I had known you were hiding that body underneath your office clothes, I wouldn't have waited until Carnival to ask for a dance.” He watched as she giggled. “So?”

“Sure.” Sally blushed with pleasure.

With that, Mike got behind Sally and the dry humping (or wining as it was called locally) began. Sally could feel Mike's powerful hold on her waist. Even though they were dancing in a sea of people, she imagined him doing things to her with the bulge she felt poking her rear. Just when she was really getting into the groove of things, Sally heard the most unexpected voice:

“Mike, wat a gwaan, fam?” Desmond's voice stunned Sally, “Do you mind if I borrow her for a little while?”

Mike began removing himself from Sally. “She's all yours,” Mike declared as he went to dance with Gloria, leaving Sally with Desmond.

“Happy to see me?” Desmond smirked. Before he could observe her lack of reply, Desmond began guiding Sally through the crowd. She followed obediently. Desmond directed Sally to a makeshift bathroom stall. He had her remove her wings and the two entered the stall. He then took a seat and whipped out his dick. Grabbing Sally's hip, he shifted her panties to the side and glided her onto his cock. Their lovemaking session commenced. At first Desmond had to control her hips, but when Sally felt the heat, she began working her hips on her own.

Desmond cupped her breasts as she bounced. He could feel her tightening around him like never before. He watched as she surrendered to her desire; this observation boosted Desmond's drive. He could hear Sally muttering in ecstasy:

“Deeper... deeper... hold me... I want you... Mike...”

Sally’s eyes sprang open as she realized that she had uttered Mike’s name. She wondered if Desmond had noticed. She had sensed a brief pause in his re-entry, but he soon resumed poking her. Sally felt relieved. What a horrible slip! Desmond was penetrating her more and more violently now. She liked the roughness. Soon Desmond came inside her. But he didn't hold and embrace her afterward like he usually did. Instead he just pulled up his shorts and said, “See you around” before exiting. Sally crumpled to the floor. Her breath came in shallow gasps. She had never felt cheaper. How could I have been so stupid? The tears flowed.

Chapter 6

“Hi, this is Desmond. I can't make it to the phone right now, so feel free to drop me a message and I'll try to return your call.”

Sally frowned at the sound of Desmond's voicemail receiver. She had called him several times and he had not made a single attempt to call back. Still, she thought she'd call just one more time:

“Hello, Desmond. It's Sally again. What's been going on with you? You haven't returned any of my calls. Did I...” She paused and bit her lip before continuing, “did I do something wrong? Well anyway, be sure to give me call, okay?” She then hung up, stopping short of saying “I miss you.”

There wasn't a great deal more that could be done. If Desmond really was angry with her for uttering another man's name with himself still inside her, Sally was powerless to change that. All she could do was wait and see. Sally flicked off the television, treated herself to a late night shower, and went to bed, hoping to be fully refreshed by the time morning rolled around.

But sleep would not come smoothly. Strange dreams interrupted her repose. At first Sally dreamed of Mike. She dreamed that she and he found themselves in a secluded room. He held her in his arms, and after she had confessed her feelings for him, he revealed that he had felt the same way for some time. His hands cruised along her body, stroking her contours, until finally their lips met.

At that moment, the sound of a crash could be heard as Desmond broke into the room to find the two secret lovers. His eyes flashed red. Sally looked between the two men, unsure of what to do. Suddenly Desmond raised his hand and pointed in a condemning fashion. When Sally looked around, Mike has disappeared, leaving her and Desmond alone. Then Desmond left the room, locking the door behind him. Sally began to panic. She cried, not for Desmond to open the door, but for him to forgive her.

Sally awoke the next morning drowsy and confused. Because of her dream from the previous night, she realized just how much the situation with Desmond worried her. “It doesn't matter,” she muttered. “I’ve got to get to work.”

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