3. Meiko

Ican't say it hasn't been awful since finding out Duncan was cheating on me because, quite frankly, it has been. I mean, this was meant to be my honeymoon, after all.

But, for now, I will keep those feelings to myself. Instead, I look in the floor-length mirror of my hotel room and force a smile. Right now my priority is to think about myself, not Duncan. I'm not about to let this honeymoon go to waste, even if my marriage has. Instead, I will enjoy myself and the company of my girls, who have gathered around me because they are awesome.

"Hey, girl! I am so proud of you," my friend Sandra says as she grabs me and wraps her arms around me. It feels good. She's great and is always there for me.

"I would have preferred not to have to do it," I tell her.

"Hey, I hear ya, but better to find out now than five years down the line, "cause baby, it would have eventually come out. Their dirty little secrets always do," Sandra says.

"You know what, you're right, you're always right."

"Baby, don't I know it. Reason why I'm still single." Sandra breaks into one of her infectious belly laughs.

"There's no man alive that doesn't deserve a woman like you," I tell her.

"And you, baby. Now show me what you are wearing."

"This," I tell her, motioning to my outfit consisting of a pair of navy suit pants and my favorite blouse.

"No, baby, no," Sandra says, shaking her head. "You're going clubbing, not to a board meeting."

"But it's comfortable," I reply.

"So is my bed, but you won't find me wearing that on a night out," Sandra says as she takes my hand and leads me to one of the other bedrooms the girls are using as a dressing room.

"Macia, where are your options at?" Sandra asks Macia, who always has to bring at least five outfit options with her in case she changes her mind at the last minute.

"Over there," Macia replies, pointing to one of the glass and silver wardrobes that line the interior edge of the floor.

Sandra pulls me over and starts to look through the outfits.

"Nope, nope, hell no, yes!" Sandra declares as she takes one of the outfits from the wardrobe, a silk, cream-colored dress, and holds it up in front of me. "And there we have it."

"It's too much," I protest.

"Try it on," Sandra insists.

"Really?" I reply.

"Yes," Sandra says, pushing me toward the bathroom, shoving me in, and closing the door.

I look at the dress in my hands, and it is very pretty. Heck, why not? Here goes.

I undress and slip on the dress. God, it's very revealing, but the fabric feels lovely against my skin. I look in the mirror, do a little twirl, and am pleased with what I see.

Okay, deep breath. I open the door to the bathroom to find all the girls standing there, who let out a collective cheer, claps, and hoots. I blush, then giggle.

"Would you look at that? It's Cinderella all dressed up for the ball," Sandra shouts.

"Thank you, ladies," I tell them and do a little bow. "Now, I need a drink."

"Get that girl a drink," Sandra shouts out, and before I know it, I have a cool glass of champagne in my hand.

"Speech! Speech!" the girls call out.

I take a large mouthful of my champagne and feel its effects immediately. And boy, does it feel good.

"Listen, I wanna thank you all for being here for me. It means a lot. And before I forget, I'd like to raise a toast to Duncan."

A few of the ladies hiss.

"Because he is paying for it all, so ladies, spend, spend, spend!" Which is greeted by the most fearsome collective of approval that I have ever experienced.

"That's the spirit, baby," Sandra says. "Now sit over here so we can have a good chat."

We walk out onto the balcony, and the warm, salty breeze of a hot night washes over us as we sit down. The stars are bright, and the sound of waves crashing can be heard in the distance.

"So tell me, now that you're a free woman again, you're gonna get yourself out there and sample some of the goods on offer, right?" Sandra says, poking me.

"I'm okay with just me for a while," I reply.

"Nothing wrong with that, but come on, look at you. You're young and pretty, and you've got a great job. You need to spice up that bucket list of yours," Sandra tells me.

"My bucket list is perfectly fine the way it is," I reply.

"Visiting the Federal Bank of Switzerland is hardly going to blow your socks off, baby," Sandra says.

"I know, I know, I need to be more daring, but it's just not me. Sticking it to Duncan the way I did took all the nerve I think I have for a lifetime," I tell her.

"How do you know until you try?" Sandra says.

"What, like that time in Mexico when you pinched that cop's ass?" I remind her.

"Exactly like that!" Sandra says.

"You spent the night in jail," I reply.

"I got to meet some interesting people," Sandra jokes.

"How is Carlos?" I ask.

"In jail. Look, all I'm saying is spice it up, girl. Let me think," Sandra says.

"Please don't," I reply, putting my head in my hands.

"I got it!" Sandra excitedly exclaims. "Have you ever? Oh, of course, you haven't. Why am I even asking you?"

"What?" I reply

"Got yourself…" Sandra whispers. "Some orc action?"

"An orc? Are you kidding? They're huge things," I say, pushing Sandra away.

"I know." Sandra raises her eyebrows.

"I didn't mean that." I laugh, "I meant big in size."

"So did I." Sandra laughs.

"Stop it! You know what I mean, Miss Dirty Mind. I'm just a little thing. The proportions are all wrong," I tell her.

I think about it for a second, and an odd tinge of excitement washes over me as butterflies flutter in my stomach. How strange. To think that the thought of an orc could ignite such a feeling in me. Ack, it must just be the champagne.

"Another glass?" Sandra asks.

"Yes, please," I reply with a smile.

"You're thinking about it." Sandra giggles.

I blush. "Well, maybe you"re right. Maybe my bucket does need a bit of spice."

"The cars are here!" one of the girls shouts, and everyone rushes, grabbing handbags and downing the last of their drinks. Sandra and I follow them to the waiting cars that will take us down the coast to Good Times.

And in no time at all, we are stepping into the thumping music and flashing lights of the club.

"This place looks amazing!" Sandra shouts to me over the noise.

"Over here!" Macia shouts and signals to the great seats she's found us.

We all pile into the booth, and the drinks arrive promptly to everyone"s delight.

"Oh, nice view," Sandra says as she nudges me and points toward the outside bar.

"Oh, yes," Macia adds as they all turn their attention to a group of handsome-looking orcs standing there.

I study their sculpted silhouettes against the bright moonlight, and I must admit they possess the body to make any woman swoon. I sip my drink, enjoying the view, and I can't help but wonder if what Sandra said about their size was true.

There comes that funny feeling again, and I don't think I can blame champagne this time.

"You know what they say," Sandra teases. "Big hands…"

"Big cock!" Macia shouts out, and all the girls burst into laughter, myself included.

"Let's dance," Sandra shouts, and we all pile onto the dance floor.

After a few dances and a lot more drinks, my attention is once more drawn towards the orcs who are now seated in the VIP area. I can't seem to take my eyes off them, one in particular.

"They are easy on the eye, I have to admit," I lean over and say to Sandra. The alcohol seems to have me now in its dizzy grip, and I am enjoying every minute of it.

"Here, Meiko. I dare you to give one of them your panties," Macia says.

"What?" I remark, only to be greeted by shouts of agreement from the other girls.

Sandra leans over to me. "Who dares, wins," she tells me with a very large and devilish grin.

I give her a devilish grin back as the wine whispers to me to have some fun, throw caution to the wind, and give my panties to a random orc.

It makes me feel like a young sorority girl, which is a little embarrassing but also kind of thrilling and carefree. I mean, what's the worst that can happen?

As I stand up, with a slight sway, the girls all cheer.

"You know what? I am going to do it," I firmly state and receive another cheer from the girls.

"You go, girl!" Sandra says, spanking me on the ass.

"Off, off, off, off!" the girls shout in unison.

And I do. I slip my panties off and hold them above my head for the girls to see. Then, I empty a full glass of wine and set off on a journey across the dance floor.

The beat of the music stirs my soul, and the flashing lights of the dance floor transport me into another world. A world of mystery, excitement, and forbidden passion. My legs quiver with anticipation as the orcs come into view through the bright lights floating around me.

Then my eyes lock with one of the orcs in the VIP area, the one that has been in my thoughts all evening. His gaze sends shivers throughout my body, and I freeze.

I am locked in his deep brown eyes. I feel his studious gaze undressing me as he traces my figure, leaving me breathless while I approach.

I grip the panties in my hand tight. And doubt takes hold of me. Am I really going to do this?