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“Alright,” Kendall said as she retook the podium. “If nobody has any questions, I think we should bring the meeting to a close.”
Yes, please. I have TV to watch.
“Unzip ‘em if you got ‘em,” Kendall announced followed by hooting and hollering from all around.
The pets cheered harder than the owners. It was clear they were ready to finally wrap this up and be on their way. As soon as the words left her mouth, owners all over the place began reaching under the table, either unzipping pants or hiking up dresses. Pets left their seats and went under the table.
“Umm, what’s going on?” I whispered to Bastian.
“It’s what they refer to as sealing the deal. It’s how we end meetings, well for the owners who bring pets. You’re supposed to go under the table and give me head.”
I laughed, almost snorted.
“Seriously?” I said.
He nodded.
Sometimes this place felt like a group of horny kids got together and thought up the most outrageous shit people could do in any given situation. Regardless, I dropped down under the table. To my left and my right, pets were doing the deed. To one side of me a woman held her man’s cock out and licked the side of it. To the other side all I could see was a dress over a man’s shoulders as he pleased his owner.
So I joined in. I unzipped Bastian, pulled him out, and looked his cock right in the eye.
“We’re in this together,” I whispered.
Yes, I actually did whisper. The whole thing felt so silly that I had to turn it into a good time. I love to give head so the act itself didn’t bother me at all. Plus, nobody was even watching me. Each had his or her own task in front of them. So I went to work.
Yes, I swallowed when I was done. I always swallow. It’s polite.”
Chapter 8
At some point during my story, I’d begun playing with Tension’s zipper. I didn’t even remember doing it, but as I looked up at him from my zoned out storytelling state, I realized I was unzipping him and zipping him, unzipping and zipping.
“I’m sorry,” I said, pulling my hand back.
“I wasn’t complaining,” he said.
“You weren’t,” I agreed.
I set my hand back down where it had been and tapped a finger at his zipper.
“What do you think of me, hearing all this?” I asked him. “The class, the car wash, the meeting…you must think I’m nothing but a whore.”
“Not at all,” he said. “You’re a passionate lover.”
“You have no idea,” I said.
This time his hand went to my thigh, his big hand reaching around to the inside of my leg where he teased awfully close to my pussy.
I turned to him and our eyes locked. Tension really was a handsome man, a sullen and serious man, but every scar and line on his face was like a path that needed to be followed to somewhere in his past.
What did I know about him so far? He had an ex. He had no kids. He was a detective and appeared to have some sort of drinking problem. It was his idea to visit me and poke and pry into my past. Suddenly I found myself on the fence, knowing I’d seduce him for sure, but wondering if I should allow that to cross into the relationship area.
I needed to yank my heart out of this and get the upper hand again.
“Take off your pants,” I told him.
He laughed and shook his head.
“That’s not necessary,” he said.
