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“When you say ‘something’, I imagine you mean sexual favors?” If this is true, I might kill this boss of hers.
“He said it without saying it, but yes. I’m not an idiot, and I know what he wanted. I told him I proved myself to the company and stood up for myself, so I’m certain he’ll be off my back now.” He’ll be off her back because I might kill him.
“I’m glad you stood up for yourself, but you shouldn’t have to deal with anything like that. No one should.” I clench my jaw, and Emily notices me doing it.
She grabs onto my hand that’s sitting on the table and gives it a good squeeze. “I handled it, Lom. I’m good. There’s no need for you to be stressed out about it.”
“I’m not stressed about it,” I tell her, and Emily’s eyes sparkle with a little bit of amusement.
“It sure looks like you’re thinking about it or something,” she comments back at me, and a smile tugs at my lips.
“I might be, but it’s only because I don’t like what he was trying to do. It’s disgusting and classless,” I reply, and she nods in agreement.
One of the bartenders, or maybe she’s a waitress, brings over the food we ordered. Emily and I take our time enjoying our food, not rushing one bit. When we’re done with our food, I pay the tab we’ve already run up, plus I get us two more drinks. By this point, we’re both feeling pretty buzzed, and Emily ends upyanking me out on the dance floor with her. I know I told her dancing earlier, but I really didn’t want to dance.
I will do almost anything for her, though, so I stay on the dance floor with her for a while. She sways her hips to every beat and runs her hands along my body. Between the flashing lights, the buzz I have going, and the way she’s moving, I’m in euphoria. We stay on the dance floor until she’s tired of being out here. Once we reach the edge of the dance floor, Emily grabs ahold of my shirt and pulls me closer to her. She stands up on her tippy toes in her heels and reaches up to crush her lips against my own. She’s ferocious with how she’s kissing me, and I’m taken aback by how direct she’s being. Now, I’m not complaining one bit. This is hot as hell.
I glance around the club and notice a doorway down the hallway to the left. It’s right by the bathrooms, and with any luck, it’s a storage closet that we can open. I grab onto Emily’s hand and tug her along with me, needing her now more than ever.
Luckily enough for the both of us, the door’s unlocked, so I push it open, then the two of us walk inside. She laughs as we enter the closet, and I shut the door behind us, then lock the handle. I drop down on my knees and pull up the bottom of her dress, yanking her lace panties down and bringing my mouth to her sweet mound. It’s bare for me, and I dart my tongue between her folds, wanting to taste her now as I’ve craved to do since starting to dance.
I lap my tongue against her lips, and her essence coats my tongue. She leans back against what must be a shelf and moans as I pick up my pace. As I continue burrowing between her lips, I roll my thumb against her clit, only further egging her on. She’s primed and ready for me right now but fuck if I don’t want her to keep getting wetter for me.
I keep pleasuring her until Emily grabs me by the root of my hair and looks down at me. “Lom, I need you inside me,now!”
Her wish is my command. I rise from my knees and unzip my pants just enough for my cock to poke through. I’m as hard as a rock, ready to fuck her into the next dimension, honestly. Emily and I always have amazing sex, but fuck if this time, this kinky in-public shit isn’t turning me on even more. We usually have sex at her place or mine… but this is the next level for us.
I yank the bottom of her dress up with one of my hands and hike a leg up with the other. Within seconds I’m sliding myself inside her wet center, and fuck is it wet. I plow into her with extra force, and she moans in my ear with every movement. The way she moans my name only excites me even more, and I’m damn sure I could keep doing this for hours. Only, we don’t have hours.
We might have a few more minutes before we have to get out of this closet, but I’ll fuck her like a savage until then.
Chapter Seven
Emily
I can hardly believe the sex Lom and I had the other day. Even now, when I walk around, I canstillfeel him inside me. If that isn’t the hottest thing in the world, I don’t know what is. I just wish I wasn’t heading where I am right now. I’m currently walking into a Fulton County correctional facility where my aunt will be for the near future. I swallow hard as I walk into the fence-lined area and pull open the door to their front entrance.
The building is made up of brick, and it looks like it’s been here for many, many years. My heart pounds in my chest as I nervously head inside. I did all my research before even coming here. I found out what I could and couldn’t bring and what sort of identification I’d need to properly see my aunt. I read blog after blog, seeing how some visitors were subjected to strip searches while others were slammed against the wall and detained. I didn’t want to experience anything like the things I read about, so I made sure to do all my research before coming here today.
As I walk through the door, everything is as the blogs described it would be. A somewhat large waiting area, with metal scanners at every entrance and officers behind the bulletproof glass. There are small circular areas where the people on the other side can speak to the officers, but it’s so cold and dark in here. I step in line behind an elderly woman who turns to look at me after a couple of minutes.
“Is it your first time here, sweetheart?” Her hair is curly from what I’m sure is a perm, and she has glasses sitting on the middle of her nose. They even have those bedazzled strings that go behind her ears, so she doesn’t drop them.
“Yeah, is it that obvious?” I ask her nervously.
“A little bit. All you newcomers have a nervous look about you. I promise it isn’t as bad as those online forums say. The first time I came, I made the mistake of looking it up online. The forum I read told me people were thrown against walls when they didn’t listen to the guards or that you might have to be strip searched if you so much as brought scissors. I’ve never had anything like that happen to me, and I’ve been coming here to visit my son for the last ten years.”
I can’t begin to describe the waves of relief rushing through my body right now. I imagined the worst of things after I read those blogs. They pretty much scared me half to death. “I went online to research what to do and not do and ran into stories like that.”
“They’re riddled with them. I think sometimes the posters of those things just want to scare us.” The older woman laughs, then extends her hand. “I’m Marge, by the way. It’s very nice to meet you…” she pauses, and I take it she wants me to tell her my name.
“Emily.”
The woman smiles brighter. “It’s very nice to meet you, Emily.”
“Likewise, so does this process normally take a while, or not really?”
She shrugs her shoulders and smirks. “It usually depends on who’s working and what sort of mood they’re in. I will say it’s nothing like you’ve read online, so don’t be too nervous. Okay?”
