I hoped there would be other passengers. I'd just remembered my handbag was sitting back in that midnight-blue changing room.
Minutes passed. The cabbie slid a cassette into his tape deck. Guitars twanged and wailed and Robert Cray began a gravelly croon. That cheered me. I was nodding my head to 'Nothin' But A Woman' when the doors opened on either side of me. Two people entered - Sean and Joe by the smell of them. Then the front door opened and someone else got in.
What the -? Was Amy invited to the second act a well?
Damn Sean anyway. I knew guys fantasised about women together, but were we supposed to perform front of them? What if I couldn't? Imagine how rotten that would make Amy feel. For the first time that evening, anger rose. I'd get him for this. I didn't know how, but I would.
Without a word from anyone, the cab swung into motion. Sean took my hand and pressed it to the inside of his thigh. Fine, I thought, let's see if you're ready to rock and roll. For good measure, I squeezed Joe's thigh, too, and slid my hands up to cup their groins. Joe was bulging, but Sean was a rock. Sweat dampened the cloth that strained across his prick. His breath whistled when I scratched my thumbnail down the arch. A seam creaked in the breathy silence, lending new meaning to the phrase 'too cocky by half'.
Good, I thought. The bigger he is, the harder he'll fall.
Chapter Five
The Joys of Submission
My hand fumbled over a wrought-iron railing, over chilly rosettes and swirls. The design was familiar. The cabbie must have driven us home.
By this time, Joe's jacket draped my shoulders. If Sean had let him, I think he'd have carried me over the threshold, as well, but at least I wasn't in danger of shocking the neighbours. In my part of town, women rarely ventured outside in red silk corsets - with or without nipple coverage.
'Who's got a key?' I asked, my tension abating at the prospect of reentering my safe, cosy nest.
No one answered. To my amazement, the door creaked open. So much for safety.
'Well, hello,' drawled a creamy Southern voice. It belonged to the she-male from the bookshop. 'I'm glad to see you survived your ordeal. My name's Lulu, by the way, but my friends call me Lou.'
Bemused, I allowed her - him - to usher me into the hall. This adventure was getting crowded. I supposed I should be grateful the cabbie hadn't stayed.
Lulu, or Lou, pulled me into the sitting-room. I heard the crackle of a fire. A pair of hands, I don't know whose, took Joe's jacket from me.
Lulu whistled. 'You look scrumptious, darlin'. What I wouldn't give for a pair of tits like that - as long as I could take 'em off at the end of the day.'
I laughed at the image this inspired. A hand slapped my painted buttock hard enough to sting. 'Ow.' I rubbed the sore spot. The hand slapped me again. This time I identified Sean's callused palm.
Take it like a man,’ he ordered.
I simpered as well as one could behind a blindfold. 'Why don't you show me how a man takes it?'
Amy giggled at that, a hint of insubordination I filed away for further reference.
Sean was not amused. 'I see you want to do this the hard way.'
'The harder the better, big boy.'
He snorted as though he doubted my capacity to take what he could dish out. The air between us thickened. I was breathing harder and I could hear everyone else breathing harder, too. The challenge I offered turned everyone on. How long would Sean take to master me?
Forever, I swore, but even then I knew he wouldn't. He was too good a mind-fucker to fail. The crazy thing was, I was looking forward to breaking. To pit my will against his, no holds barred, and to know that in the end I'd give him what we both wanted, made my hot little snatch quiver like a rabbit.
'Hook her up,' he said.
Two pairs of hands grabbed me under the arms. Neither was Sean's, and neither gripped me with authority, so I twisted until I broke free. If Sean wanted to 'hook me up', he'd have to do it himself.
The third time I escaped Sean grabbed me around the waist and wrestled me to the carpet. Then I really let loose, growling and kicking like a madwoman. The oil-filled anal plug flexed and sloshed inside me as we rolled, goading me to twist even more. I knew how strong he was, and how quick. I could do what I wanted without much chance of hurting him. It felt good to act out my aggressions, especially when I hooked one foot behind his ankle and tripped him. Once I had him down, I ground my sex over his groin so fast I stunned him. He actually pushed his cock at me, until he noticed he wasn't in charge any more. Then he flipped me off and trapped my wrists in the small of my back - with one hand. He lifted me, still squirming, off my feet. When I tried to knee his balls, he yanked my arms back hard.
I must have winced because Joe begged him not to hurt me.