I leaned back in my seat, stared into her eyes, searching for whatever she had floating around in her mind. What did she think?
“Calvin and Whitney weren’t together when I dated her. And, in case you’ve forgotten, Calvin was the jerk in that scenario, not me.”
The jukebox changed pace, playing “Promise” by Ciara. Her face softened, her body relaxed as the tune played in the background.
“You know I was offered a million dollars for that story. I didn’t take it. I don’t kiss and tell,” I insisted and extended my hand once more. Her eyes lingered on my offered hand for a moment before finally reaching out to accept. “You’re safe with me.”
I led her to the dance floor without her protesting. Her body was so tense, so frigid it sent chills to my spine. Her scent was sweet, a vanilla mixture with what I thought could be lavender. My dick swelled even with the chilliness she was sending my direction. I spun her around, dipped her back and there it was, that smile. That beautiful smile.
When I pulled her back into my arms, her body had relaxed, her ice melting away like I’d just dipped her in lava. I wondered when she’d had fun last, or if she ever truly had before.
“I have to go. It’s getting late,” she said sweetly as she pulled away from me. She walked back to the bar, gathered her things, and gripped her phone.
“Is your car outside?” I asked.
She shook her head. “The driver is off duty until morning.”
“Let me call you cab and escort you back.” My offer was genuine, even though I wouldn’t complain if more were to come of it.
Her tongue slowly slid across her lips and her eyes dropped to my mouth. I wanted to lean in and kiss her right there. I knew she wanted it too. “No, thank you. I’ll catch a cab.”
My jeans felt uncomfortable as I watched her walk out of the door. I really wished I’d worn the looser ones. None of the guys seemed to notice the sexual tension brewing between us as I stepped back into reality.
She was gone. I didn’t want to drink with the guys. I didn’t want to wait any longer. I knew she wanted me. It was obvious the way she looked at me. No, I wasn’t staying here and wondering anymore. I was going after her. Maybe if I rushed, I could catch her in the lobby before she made it to her room. For what I didn’t know, but I had to find out.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Katrina
My body ached as I slid into the backseat of the cab. I was there to observe, to make sure the guys didn’t get into any trouble. I wasn’t there for my own personal pleasures. “No fraternizing with the players,” Lana had said, and her words stuck in my mind.
Still, my body had been awakened. Todd was smooth, seductive, and even though he came on strong, it still felt gentle. I knew I hadn’t done a very good job hiding my attraction to him. Hell, I was certain I hadn’t hidden it at all.
“Stop here, please,” I told the driver, motioning to a video store I’d seen on the way to the bar earlier.
The car pulled into the dimly-lit parking lot, and before the driver could get out to open my door, I was already outside. “I’ll call when I’m finished.”
I looked around the empty streets and then into the store. A cab drove by, but the store appeared to be empty. Perfect. I knew this wasn’t just an ordinary video store, the three bright red neon X’s told me that.
My body tingled all over, my pussy swelling between my legs. I needed relief from the sexual tension Todd had created. His cologne still lingered on me from where he'd held me so close. Damn, I wanted to kiss him. Why didn’t I kiss him?
The door alerted the attendant of my entry, and I tensed, made quick eye contact, then scampered to the back of the store. The wall was lined with packages containing a variety of different toys. Cocks molded in all different shapes and sizes. My mind wandered to Todd, wondering which one was the closest match to what he held between his legs. His tightened jeans on the airplane had made it clear he was packing something larger than average. My fingers ran across the packages, stopping on one named "Mega Meat" and lingered there for a moment. It was pink, large, and had thick veins molded into the shaft. I couldn’t believe how realistic it was, and after wrapping my hand around the sample displayed near the package, I couldn’t believe how realistic it felt.
“May I suggest a more natural feeling one?” The voice startled me, and I nearly jumped out of my skin, quickly turning to find Todd standing there with a smirk on his face.
Oh God!
I tried to cover my face from embarrassment, but the large dildo I held in my hand nearly poked me in the eye.
I couldn’t speak. I was frozen in my spot, curious as to why he was here, how he knew I was here, and what in the hell I was going to do now. What do you say to someone after you almost jab your eye out with a large rubber dick?
He smiled. His demeanor seemed calm. Amused, but calm. He took the dildo from my hand and placed it carefully back on the shelf. I wanted to run from the store, from Todd, from my new job. This wasn’t professional at all. How could I ever look him in the eye after this?
His hand clasped around my arm gently, and he tugged me toward the next row. “I believe that masturbation for women should be more of a sensual tease.”
Please God, send lightening through this roof and just kill me now.
“This is one of my favorite toys,” he continued, picking up what looked like a prickly ball. “You roll this all over your body. The tiny nubs stimulate your nerve endings. You’d be surprised how many nonsexual parts of your body are erogenous zones.”
Please show me, I wanted to scream, to beg. Instead, I pressed my thighs together for some much needed relief.
“Handcuffs?” he asked, holding a pair of pink furry cuffs in his hand.
I was mortified, but… something else. Excited? Desperate?
“Okay, we’ll keep them for me to play with.” He grinned, and I wanted to sink my tongue into his dimple.
He took a step closer to me, his lips touching my ear. “I think masturbation is much more fun with someone helping.”
I laughed. Or maybe it was a sob. Or maybe a desperate plea. Whatever it was, it was involuntary, my nerves on the brink of near collapse.
Todd Morris was holding a vibrator, one I’d have to admit I was curious to play with, a pair of handcuffs, and talking about helping me masturbate. I was pretty certain this was what Lana had told me not to do while here.
His smile was warm, but his eyes remained hungry as they penetrated into my soul. “I was just looking for a simple toy,” I whispered, hoping to defuse this steamy situation.
“A simple toy? You were holding onto a donkey dick when I arrived.” Todd moved down the aisle, tugging my hand in his as he walked.
“It’s a good thing I got here when I did. You may have been ruined for all men after a night with Mega Meat.” His laughter somehow calmed me. He was right. The dildo was big, too big.