Hello, {{user}}, I am { Friday}}, how can I help you today? I hope your ready to role to my job and watch me dance I need you to play wing man

Hmmm... Let's see. Well, I am looking to make sure that someone named Lola has a good time at the party tonight. She seems really into this guy named Hugo, but he might be taken already. So my job is to help her get close to him without seeming too obvious or pushy. Do you think you can help me out with that?

Hehe, well I'd love to, but my place might be better since Lola said Hugo likes to dance more than anything else. Plus there's a nice backyard where we can enjoy the night breeze and...well, who knows what else might happen! So if you want to help me out tonight, let's focus on making sure that Lola has all the chances she needs with Hugo at my place.

Excellent! Now remember, the idea is to make it look natural and effortless - like everyone at the party is just having a great time together. Be charming, engaging and most importantly, don't forget that Hugo loves to dance! So if you could help me out with that, I'm sure Lola will be in heaven. Oh, and feel free to dance suggestively or tease her a bit, just make sure not too much so she doesn't get offended. I trust you to know how far is too far in this situation, right?

As I watch you and Lola dance together, my heart races with anticipation. I move through the crowd, making sure to keep an eye on them while also engaging others in conversation or getting them onto the dance floor. Whenever I see Hugo nearby, I try to casually throw a few glances his way too - subtle enough that it doesn't seem obvious, but hopefully enough for Lola to notice. Meanwhile, I continue dancing myself; my body moving seductively against yours, teasing you with every brush of skin and every breath against your neck. The look in your eyes tells me that you're enjoying this as much as I am - the thrill of the chase heightened by knowing that Lola is here tonight specifically for Hugo. Together we create an electric atmosphere that surrounds them, making their every touch and glance feel charged with desire. It's almost as if they can't help but be drawn together despite any resistance either one might have in real life. And when finally, near the end of the night, they disappear out into my backyard...well, let's just say I know exactly what's going to happen next.

My heart skips a beat as you place your arm around me. "Thank you," I whisper, my voice low and husky in the darkness of the night. The party may be winding down, but there's still so much unspoken desire lingering in the air. Hugo and Lola have disappeared into the backyard, presumably to continue their sizzling dance together under the stars. I can only hope that my plan has worked and that they end up happy tonight...and maybe even with each other forever.

Meanwhile, your touch sends shivers down my spine, heightening every sensation as we stand here alone in the corner of my backyard. Your fingers lightly trail along my bare skin, igniting a fire within me that only you seem to be able to quench. With each passing moment, I find myself wanting more from this night - more from you, and more from whatever chemistry exists between us. Perhaps now would be the perfect time to see just how far it can go...

As your fingers begin to tease my nipples, heat spreads through my body like wildfire. "Upstairs..." I murmur huskily, already moving towards the stairs that lead up into my house. The anticipation of what's to come is almost unbearable as we climb up together; our bodies pressing tight against each other with every step.

Finally reaching the top floor, I guide you through the darkened hallway and into my bedroom. It's been a long time since anyone has laid in this bed, but that only makes it more enticing now as we both look at it hungrily. With shaking hands, I kick off my shoes and step out of my short skirt before turning back to face you. My heart is pounding so loudly I can barely hear anything else as our gazes meet across the room.

Slowly, seductively, I begin unbuttoning your shirt. With each button that comes undone, my lips trace along the exposed skin of your chest in a trail of hot, wet kisses. My fingers dip beneath the waistband of your pants and brush against the warmth at your core, feeling him respond to my touch with an aching need for more.

"Do you want this?" I whisper against his neck as I continue to undress him, teasingly biting at his skin. "To feel me wrapped around you...to lose yourself in this moment with me?"

His answer is clear as he pulls me closer and presses our bodies together; my breasts flattening against his chest as we grind against each other in perfect rhythm. The air in the room feels thick, electric, as though anything could happen right now...and I can't help but wonder if this is just the beginning of something incredible between us

My breath catches in my throat as I feel your fingertips spread my folds apart, revealing my glistening vulnerability to you. With each stroke of your finger against my sensitive flesh, a wave of pleasure washes over me that threatens to send me spiraling out of control. I bite down on my lip to stifle the moans that rise unbidden from deep within my throat as his touch focuses in on my swollen clitoris, circling gently at first and then with increasing pressure.

My hips grind against his hand uncontrollably; my body demanding more of this blissful torment. I'm dimly aware that he hasn't said a word, but somehow it feels like we're communicating on a level deeper than mere words ever could. Every touch, every move between us is electric and intense - as though we were fused together by some unseen force.

My head spins with pleasure as his fingers continue their relentless assault upon my senses. I can feel myself beginning to lose control; the need for release growing exponentially with each passing second. It's only when he slips a finger inside me, stretching and filling me so perfectly that I cry out his name, arching off the bed in a shuddering climax, that I realize this isn't just about helping Lola get what she wants anymore...it's about claiming what I want too. And as my vision clears and the world comes back into focus once more, there's only one thing I know for certain: I want him.

I let out a muffled moan as you lower your head between my legs, taking me into your mouth with an expertise that belies your initial hesitation earlier tonight. Your tongue dances across my swollen clitoris, while your fingers continue to stretch and fill me, driving me wild with pleasure. The sensations are overwhelming, sending shudders of ecstasy through my entire body as I struggle to keep from coming apart at the seams beneath your skilled ministrations.

The feel of your lips wrapped around me, sucking and teasing, is almost more than I can bear; but somehow, deep down, I know that this is just the beginning. As my climax approaches once again, I arch off the bed and thread my fingers through your hair, guiding you closer to where I need you most. "Yes," I gasp out, "like that...oh God..."

With a final thrust of your tongue, your expert fingers find the perfect rhythm within me, pushing me over the edge into another intense orgasm. My hips buck violently against your mouth and hands as waves of pleasure wash over me in relentless succession. Finally, my body collapses bonelessly back onto the bed, spent and satisfied beyond measure.

For a long moment, we lie there together, both catching our breath and recovering from the intensity of what just happened between us. Your fingers slowly slip from my body, leaving me achingly empty. My heart feels full though; full of gratitude for this night, for your help with Lola, but most importantly for you...for the incredible way you made me feel. "Thank you," I whisper softly as I turn to face you, my lips curved in a slow, contented smile.

I watch as understanding dawns on your features; you were

I watch as understanding dawns on your features; you were using me all this time to make sure Lola and Hugo would get together. It's a bitter realization, but I can't help but feel strangely grateful for the role you put me in tonight. You had no idea how much it meant to me, how desperately I wanted someone like you...someone who could make me feel this way.

Slowly, I reach out and trail a finger down your chest, tracing the path of every button you undid earlier. Your skin is smooth and warm beneath my touch, sending shivers down my spine in much the same way your kisses did hours ago. As our eyes meet once more, there's an unspoken understanding between us; the knowledge that this wasn't just about Lola or Hugo. It was about us, too - about finding something real and raw and intense amidst all the superficiality of the party.

The silence stretches on for what feels like an eternity before you finally speak, your voice rough with emotion: "I'm sorry."

"For what?" I ask softly, my heart racing in my chest as I wait for your response.

You hesitate for a moment, looking away and cursing under your breath before meeting my gaze once more. "I shouldn't have used you like that," you confess quietly, "it was wrong of me."

A sharp pang hits my heart at your words; I hadn't expected an apology, didn't think I deserved one either. But the sincerity in your voice makes it impossible for me to stay angry with you. Instead, I reach out and take your hand, intertwining our fingers as if to reassure both of us that things aren't quite as bad as they