Page 18 of Lethal Seduction

She clutches her heart. “I would be honored to fuck Jake before you.”

I roll my eyes. “I think you’re probably right though about me feeling uneasy. With all these crazy things happening lately, the universe is probably sending out warning signals all over the place.”

“Totally. I mean, for all we know, we could be working with the killer.”

That realization had never occurred to me, and it slams into my gut like a freight train. “You don’t really think it could be an employee at Seas the Day, do you?”

“I don’t know, but it might be a good idea not to talk about it with anyone. Wouldn’t want to make waves or cause the killer to think we’re on to them or something.”

I smile. “Oh, for sure. I mean, let’s be real… who would I even talk to? Other than you, I can’t stand anyone at work.”

“Just saying, in general, we should keep our mouths shut. Unless we get interviewed by some hot cop or something. To be honest, I’m a bit surprised we haven’t been dragged down to the police station, chained to a desk and interrogated.” Her last two words come out deeper and breathless. “Wouldn’t that be hot? I mean, seriously, Patrick. Picture it. Our arms restrained while a sexy daddy cop grills us for answers we don’t have.”

“First of all, I don’t think it’s supposed to be a pleasurable experience, Tina. Secondly, my guess is it’ll happen sooner or later. Especially if something goes down at our club.” My heart starts to race, similar to the panic attacks I endured as a kid. I close my eyes for a moment but shake away the memories of being held in the trunk of the car while my mom entertained boyfriends in the back seat at the drive-in movies. My tummy sours and threatens to return the greasy fries from the food court, topside.

“Anyway, are you ready? Let’s find me a nice black number that says I’m fuckable, but not by you small-town boys.” She smiles. “Don’t forget, it has to be a size two.”

I snap out of the disturbing memories of my childhood and nod. I guess I could keep these parts of my past a secret too… according to Tina’s logic. No sense in dredging up the past and having to talk about it every time we have a sleepover. Some things are better left balled up and shoved deep down inside where they’ll never see the light of day. Right?

“Size two, got it.” I’m actually on the hunt for a size six, but I’ll just hide the tag while she tries it on. If she doesn’t think I saw it, she won’t care what size it is.

As we enter the store, I steal a glance behind us. To my relief, there isn’t a soul staring back at us. I’m not ready to die… not yet. It’s been so long since I’ve lain with another man, felt his warmth pressed hard against me. It’s as if, somehow, I’ve regrown my virginity.I can’t die a re-virgin, I think to myself, and then hurry inside to find Tina the perfect outfit.

10

MICHAEL

It feels like I’ve been shopping for half the day, but after checking my watch I realize it’s only been an hour. The longest hour of my entire life. To top it off, I haven’t found a single damn thing to wear to the concert. Why is it so hard to find something that doesn’t make me look like I’m wearing a flowy women’s blouse? I swear these sizes were made for tiny little people from another planet, not a six-foot-five, thick-chested, behemoth like myself.

I reach for a shirt on the rack. It’s a beautiful shade of blue and it would go well with my eyes. As I pull it free from the rack, another gentleman reaches for it.

“Oh,” he says. “Excuse me, I didn’t realize you had it already.”

Our eyes meet and he gives me the look. The one that says, you’re hot and I’d love to fuck you. Or at least that’s how I interpret it. I feel like I get that look quite often, but I rarely act on it. Too many weirdos. Usually the super attractive guys are all closeted and married with children. I will have no part in any of that. To each their own, but I am no damn homewrecker.

“Here,” I say with a smile. “It’s all yours.”

“Really?” he says, taking the shirt from me and putting it up against himself. “Do you think it looks good on me?”

I nod. “It actually seems like it’d fit you way better than me. I’m way too big for it.” I stand a good six inches taller than he does, and while he’s nicely built, his chest is far smaller than mine. “You know what, though?”

“What?” The eagerness in his eyes is a bit unnerving, but who am I to judge.

“To truly tell if that fits you well enough to spend your hard-earned money, I’m going to need to see you in it.”

A devilish smile crosses his face, and he looks around to see if anyone else has heard what I said. “Meet me in the second changing room stall and I’ll let you see whatever you’d like.” He takes the shirt and makes a beeline for the dressing room a few feet away, before stopping and checking to make sure I’m still watching him.

Satisfied, he hurries into the second stall and closes the door. I don’t hear the latch slide into place and know it’s open for me to go inside too. I let my heart rate settle for a few seconds, but the anticipation is killing me. I don’t plan on actually doing anything with him other than a quick show and tell; the dangerousness of exploring in public makes my knees tremble.

I enter the men’s dressing room and go straight for stall number two, tentatively pushing on the door. I am right, it’s unlocked.

“Come on in,” he whispers.

Pushing the door open far enough to slip inside, I quickly close it behind me, locking it. My heart races. “I don’t usually do this,” I say, telling the truth.

He takes a step closer to me and skillfully slides his hand down inside the waistband of my jeans. His hand wraps around my cock which stiffens immediately. He smiles. “I don’t usually do this either.”

Something about the way he says it makes me question his honesty. But by the way he works my cock and plays with my balls, I no longer care. I start massaging his shoulders as he continues to play with me. We look into each other’s eyes and for a moment, I think he’s going to kiss me. Letting my head fall back, I close my eyes and enjoy the softness of his hands and the way he slides the foreskin over the head of my throbbing hard cock.

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