Still leaned in towards Paige, Lena watched Martin until he finally took a step in their direction. Perceptive as she was, Lena recognized the manufactured caution in his step. The fact that he wanted to join was obvious; she could see the masked desire in his eyes. Still, a certain restraint was necessary, in his position. They all knew this decision was bigger for him than indulging in a simple night of fun. It was the thin line between operating within the constraints of his job, and defying them completely.<br/><br/>He was playing his part well. Now, it was her job to reveal the real Martin. The man that frequented this nightclub, and probably several others with similar reputations. The man who clearly knew his way to the private, upstairs rooms well.<br/><br/>Her head swung back around to Paige when Martin took his seat, just in time to catch that mischievous look on her face as she tugged at the straps of her dress and released both of her naked breasts to the room. Normally, it would have been more than enough to flush the slim brunette, but Lena’s lust has long gotten the better of her. She bit down on her lower lip, barely managing to suppress a little whimper when her friend’s thumbs circled her nipples.<br/><br/>“...fuck, Paige..” she breathed quietly, before leaning in for another torrid kiss. Their legs pressed closer together; they were practically in each other's laps now. Still mid-kiss, Lena let her own hands wander to the silver straps of her friend's dress. “You have to play fair!” she growled as she tugged one down her shoulder, then the other. She pulled back for a moment, watching as Paige's gorgeous breasts spilled from the dress to press up against her own, hard nipples rolling against one another. Another soft little moan rumbled in her throat.<br/><br/>"Martin, could you be of assistance?" she asked breathlessly, a hand sliding up Paige's inner thigh until she felt she soft fabric of Paige's panties. She brushed her fingers gently over it, looking straight into Paige's eyes when the wetness registered against her fingertips.<br/><br/>"I think Paige would be much more comfortable if you helped lower her zipper...."