The temptation to mess with the couple's relationship in a most unique way was too great for Moriarty to resist, and he immediately set to contacting Mike on his earpiece...just as he was about to put his hand in his pants. "Mike, I'd like you to just check again that everything is alright in the kitchen please" Moriarty told him, much to his chagrin.
"Aww man," Mike whispered, screwing up his face, which in turn caused Michelle to stop dancing. "Uh...yeah, okay boss!" Mike grumbled, clearly annnoyed at the bad timing.
"Sorry sexy! But I got to check the kitchen...AGAIN!" Mike explained to a disappointed Michelle, who just held the lapels of his white jacket and stuck out her bottom lip, pouting a little.
"Oh no! Well, its okay Mikey, we can continue zis later" Michelle murmured in her sexy accent, as she kissed him.
Mike could only let out a frustrated groan as Michelle rubbed his erect penis through his pants, and then he sighed. "I can't wait babe..really" he winked at her, returning her kiss. He then left the room.
Upon seeing Mike exit the back room alone, Roger realized immediately that this was his chance. He downed the shot in front of him and then straightened his bow tie...before rushing into the back, where Michelle was still in the room. "Hey babe!" Roger greeted her, using his best, suave voice.
"Oh, Roger, you startled me!" Michelle squealed, spinning around on her precariously high heels.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to" Roger apologized, already carrying his own...firm erection in his pants upon seeing the lovely Michelle. "Have I told you how beautiful you are...really?" he added.
"Why thank you Roger, but I don't think Mikey would..." she said, before Roger placed a finger on her luscious lips.
"Shh! Never mind about Mike, I can show you a much better time I promise you" he winked. Roger then closed the door and watched as Michelle sat down, obviously not ready to dance for Roger as she had done for Mike. The cocky piano player then walked over and sat beside her...staring across at the beauty's elegant, stocking-clad legs.
Michelle looked at him with her gorgeous blue eyes and smiled nervously, and then...
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