I take a huge gulp of my drink. The same man who brought the stool brings a cigarette box to her! He offers it to her and she takes one. With a face as serious as murder he lights it for her and she puts it into her mouth. I stare with astonishment as she transfers the cigarette from her mouth to her vagina and starts blowing perfect smoke rings! I turn to Blake, but he is looking at me.
‘I don’t want to watch.’
‘Then don’t,’ he murmurs in my ear. I feel his hand slide up my thigh.
‘Blake,’ I protest.
‘Everything is allowed here. You didn’t really think I came to see that performance, did you?’
‘What did you come for?’ I ask breathily.
‘I came here to f**k in public.’
I draw in a mortified breath. ‘What?’
I feel his fingers moving up my thighs, parting them and entering me.
‘No,’ I say, shaking my head, but the alcohol I have consumed at dinner is singing in my blood, and the blood is pounding in my veins. A crackle of magical static is throbbing wetly between my legs.
‘Nobody can see us. And,’ he adds persuasively, ‘even if they can we will never see them again. So what do you care what they think?
The truth is I don’t. I look around me, and indeed nobody is looking at us. It even seems as if there are other couples in various stages of the act.
‘Take off your panties.’
I slip my fingers into my new stretchy white dress, hook them into my lacy bits and pull them down. Bending slightly I take them off and put them into his waiting hand. He pockets them. Turning slightly he faces me and opens my thighs.
My body is lust drenched and impatient for some hot action, but that is so direct I gasp and look around nervously. ‘I’m not sure this is such a good idea.’
He ignores my comment and, lifting me up, puts me on his lap so my body is facing him, my thighs spread, my sex touching his erection. His hands pull my dress until it is bunched around my hips.
‘Straight to the point then,’ I rasp.
He puts his middle finger into his mouth and—I close my eyes because I know what he is going to do, and I am both embarrassed and excited by it—slowly inserts that saliva lubricated finger between my legs.
He smiles arrogantly. His hair glows blue-black in the blue tinted spotlights. Tonight he oozes danger and power…and something bad. I like it.
‘You want me to do what?’
He chuckles. Even that sound seems illicit and dancing with power tonight. ‘Show me that this is a mutual appreciation society.’
I unbutton the top button of his jeans and slide the zip down, to see the tip of his erection poking out of his underwear. ‘Oh, you animal, you,’ I tease. My thighs twitch as I release his shaft. It bounces out and I stop with a gasp. My eyes run into his, shocked, questioning.
‘You’re…different,’ I say.
He laughs.
‘What have you done?’
‘An old woman came by while you were out shopping and expertly stung me with two bees.’
‘What?’
‘You heard.’
‘When you say old, how old was she?’
‘At least ninety-seven and she was only about four feet tall.’
I laugh breathlessly. ‘Did it hurt?’
‘Like two mosquito bites.’
I drop my scandalized eyes down to his exposed cock. It seems massively swollen, brutally aggressive, and…well, thrilling.
‘Do you like it?’ he purrs.
‘I don’t know, yet. I kind of liked it before too.’
His eyes glint. ‘Try it and then complain.’
Right, when in Rome… ‘That can be arranged,’ I say huskily.
Holding the swollen shaft by the base I lower myself onto it and slide down its hard length slowly, conscious of the unfamiliar feeling of being so incredibly stretched and filled. I get halfway and have to take a deep breath.
‘You are soooo much bigger and thicker,’ I whisper in his ear.
‘It’s creepy how obsessed I am with you,’ he rumbles from deep within his chest, and taking my chin in his fingers pulls my lips to his. I gasp into his mouth, and fight for his tongue, bring it into my mouth, and suck it. Every nerve in my body feels alive, with his tongue in my mouth and my sex unbearably stretched. The kiss deepens. Breathlessly, I feel my dazzled body being slowly pushed down the thick shaft. He takes his mouth away from me and says something but I don’t hear.
I am all sensation. The music, the smoky air, the sounds of other people having sex. He takes my ni**les in his fingers and tugs them, but so gently, they ache for a good sucking in his mouth. All the while he is shoving his c**k deeper and deeper into me. I moan helplessly as I squirm downwards. The breeze from an air con vent blows chilled air over our heads. Smoke curls around us like ghostly snakes or dragons. Anyone can see us and what we are up to but I don’t care.
My tiny, entirely complete world of him, me and his bee-stung c**k is rudely interrupted when I feel a hand on my shoulder. The touch is light but utterly alien and unwelcome. My hands grip Blake’s shoulders as my head swivels back with the same creeped out horror as having a spider fall on my bare skin.
A woman is standing next to me. Like most of the other local girls in that club, she has straight, long black hair and is scantily clad in a bikini bra and shiny black shorts. Under the spotlights her skin glows smooth and moon pale.
‘Can I join you?’ she asks. Her accent is Americanized.
She is touching me and asking me, but she is looking at Blake. My mind goes blank except for the weird thought that Billie would probably like her small-boned girl-body. Me? I look at the bulletproof lipstick, almond eyes, and the totally impenetrable expression and I think—poison!
The shock and embarrassment of being caught sitting on a dick wears off dead quick and my mating response takes over, and it is so instinctive, so animalistic, and so loaded with the threat of actual violence that it shocks another detached, watching part of myself. No, I f**king wouldn’t like you to join in. I actually want to hiss at her. If I had fangs I would have bared them at her.
The air crackles with my sudden animosity.
Blake’s voice cuts into my simmering rage. ‘No. You can’t,’ he tells her, his voice edged not with the fury I am experiencing, but simply with impatience at being interrupted.
She slinks away wordlessly and I watch her go, still in a jealous fury.
‘I don’t want to share you with her or anyone,’ he whispers in my ear, and I am suddenly euphoric because damn, if I didn’t loathe even more the thought that he might have wanted her to join in.