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she finds out she’s been lied to?’
    ‘Who says she’s going to find out? Look, all I’m asking is for you to play the part of my girlfriend for the night. We’ll turn up at the ball, and have a nice evening together. The next time she asks about you, I’ll tell her that unfortunately it just didn’t work out between the two of us.’
    If I thought about the plan long enough, I was certain I’d find a flaw in it, but right now, I was still too busy digesting the information that I’d be going to the Masquerade Ball as Eddie Quinn’s girlfriend.
    When he said goodnight to me, I thought, just for a second, that he might kiss me again. But he didn’t. Instead, like he did every night, he watched me walk away, till I rounded the corner of Hudson Street and we were lost to each other’s view.
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    I lay awake for a long while that night, playing back the scene between Eddie, Heather, and me in my head. Eddie could have found some way of not going to the ball – hell, he could have simply made a contribution to whatever charity the event supported, but I suspected his sister would never let him off the hook that easily. Did she want the opportunity of judging his latest girlfriend, in the same way he claimed she’d judged all the rest and found them wanting? If so, what had I let myself in for – and, more importantly, where was I going to find an outfit suitable for a masquerade ball with only two days’ notice?
    Try as I might, though, I couldn’t stop my thoughts drifting back to the moment when Eddie had planted that so unexpected kiss on my lips. I remembered the feel of his mouth, soft against my own, and the tickling of his beard against my cheeks. He only ever drank soft drinks while he was on duty behind the bar, and the kiss had carried the faint taste of cola, sweet and seductive. It might have been a performance for Heather’s benefit, but I couldn’t help thinking that he’d enjoyed kissing me more than he’d expected to; the way the pressure of his mouth had increased, and his hands had clutched at my back, pulling me on to his groin for the briefest instant, gave his enthusiasm away. If Heather hadn’t been there, watching, what might have happened?
    I pictured our clinch again. This time, we were alone in the darkened bar room, the jukebox switched off and silent, nothing to disturb our private moment. Our mouths locked together, tongues clashing as we kissed each other with a hunger that had been building since the moment I’d first walked through the door of the bar. He grabbed me by the hips, holding me tight to his crotch so I could feel the heft of his cock, straining to be free of his jeans. My passion stoked higher, I kissed him with sharp little pecks that were more like bites, sucking at the exposed, tanned skin of his neck above his T-shirt collar. He fumbled with my skirt, hitching it up almost to the tops of my thighs. With no pantyhose to impede his progress, it was easy for him to slip a finger under the lace of my panties and discover I was already wet. Too excited to hold back, he made to liberate his cock from the confines of his pants and press it to my waiting pussy.
    Bringing myself back to the moment, I threw off the bedcovers, and reached for my vibrator, buried in the drawer of my nightstand. Powerful but whisper quiet, I’d bought it with one eye on not alerting the neighbours to my night-time self-pleasuring, though Tyler’s antics with the blonde on the fire escape made me wonder how much the neighbours might actually care if they heard the buzzing of a sex toy coming through the walls.
    I flicked on the switch, pressed the domed head of the vibrator to my sticky-wet pussy, and picked up the fantasy where I’d left it. Eddie had freed his erection from his jeans. It poked toward me insistently, juice beading on its tip. He rucked up my uniform T-shirt, and pulled my breasts free of my bra. His eagerness