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“No, not at all,” I answered bluntly.
Neil narrowed his eyes and took a sip from his glass. Then as he kept his eyes on mine, he reached over and slid a finger between the lips of Asia’s pussy. I fought to keep my face from showing any shock, but had to grip the arms of the chair to keep myself from falling out of it.
He stroked her pussy and I couldn’t help my eyes darting over to see that she was already very wet, his finger coated in her slickness. Her eyes were closed and she was pinching both of her nipples as he flicked her clit rhythmically.
I blinked and looked back at Neil.
He smiled at me and raised an eyebrow. “You aren’t wondering at all about what’s happening to Clara right now? How well she is being fucked by someone who knows how to do it? Can you imagine—a woman’s first time being with someone who knows exactly what to do to please her? So many rarely have that opportunity. Seriously, it’s got to be an amazing feeling to have someone take their time with you, bring you to the edge over and over again and then finally let you careen over the side…right as he plunges inside you.”
I cleared my throat. Asia was moaning audibly now and I was trying not to wriggle around in my chair. I was wet and I knew the feeling had been growing from the moment I saw the girls on the stage upstairs. Now as I watched this exquisitely gorgeous man finger fuck one of the most beautiful women I’d ever laid eyes on, I could barely keep myself from reaching down and…
“Are you okay, Samara? You look a little flushed.”
He worked his fingers hard into Asia and in a moment she was writhing on his fingers, biting her knuckle to keep from screaming as she came on his hand.
“I think we’re done here,” I said, but waited for him to tell me it was okay to leave.
“You may be,” Neil said with a smile. “But I think Asia and I are just getting started.” With his free hand he grabbed a business card and held it out for me, two fingers on his other hand still buried inside Asia. “Samara, if you ever need anything, feel free to give me a call. I mean it. Anything.”
He winked and with that I got up and turned to leave, wanting to get far away from his office and from whatever was about to happen between him and the waitress. I took a small detour, careful about where I was going this time and found the nearest ladies’ room. Hurrying inside, I closed the door behind me and locked it. It was a single bathroom, probably meant only fo
r staff and I was grateful for the moment of privacy.
What had I just witnessed and why was it making me feel this way? I tried to push the feelings aside, but I was so turned on and I knew there was no way I was going to finish my shift with this ache building in me.
My nipples were hard as rocks and I gave them each a hard pinch through my blouse. It felt good, but I could only imagine what it would have felt like to have Neil or even Asia’s lips wrapped around the tightening flesh.
I hiked my skirt up and reach into my panties, finding them soaking wet and feeling for my swollen throbbing clit. Without holding back I stroked myself hard and fast and it didn’t take very long for me to feel the warmth of an orgasm begin and then crash over me with a gasp. I watched myself in the mirror and thought how lucky any of those men upstairs would be to have me, even though I knew I’d never do such a thing.
I washed my hands and put myself back together and headed back out to the bar. There I found an exasperated Celeste. But Neil hadn’t lied. She had a few bottles of vermouth in her possession and now all the guys who wanted to pretend they were James Bond were sated and happy with martinis in their hands. When Celeste caught sight of me she narrowed her eyes.
“I was with Neil—Mr. Vance.”
I didn’t realize those were the magic words, but Celeste’s face softened and she nodded, but there was still a questioning look in her eyes.
“Is everything okay?”
I gave her an affirmative nod. “Yeah, it is. Sorry about the vermouth. There was a bit of a mixup.”
Celeste brushed it off and together we finished the rest of the Saturday night shift. I had never been so happy to be done with work and heading back home to Jersey as I was that next morning with the dawn creeping in over the horizon.
Chapter 5
I stepped into the glass shower and under the hot spray, reveling in the sheets of hot water that coursed down my skin. I let the water wash over my face, pondering the thoughts of what it would be like to give up my virginity, marveling about it every other day after what I had seen at Club V in NYC. I couldn’t shake the image from my mind. Reaching out, I began to wash my hair, working the shampoo into a rich, foamy lather amidst my long locks. I closed my eyes and began to hum an old song when the noise from the shower muffled the sound of the bathroom door.
Almost, but not quite.
I kept my eyes closed as I heard the glass door swing open with the smallest click and then it closed again. Strong hangs began to caress my body, rubbing scented moisturizing body wash across the length and width of my body. Every part of me was suddenly on fire in the wake of the strong roving hands. I was instantly wet, a heat wholly unrelated to the water now flooding between my thighs.
It was him.
I had imagined his touch before.
I craved it.
I pushed my ass back slightly, and was rewarded - much to my titillating surprise - by a light stroke of his tongue against my tight bud. I shuddered with delight; he had to be kneeling behind me.
I was greedy for the feeling of his tongue working itself against my anus. I moaned with pleasure as he ran one strong hand up my thigh to rest on my vulva, his thumb firmly ensconced between my labia.
