Page 112 of The Import Slot
I wipe my mouth and give her pussy a dab before picking up the plug and wrapping it in the square. Jen takes it off me, cramming it into her purse.
“I need to freshen up,” she says.
“After you,” I say, freeing the door.
Of course, Vicky is coming around the corner as we exit. Jen’s face flushes, and Vicky gives me a look of pure evil.
“What the hell are you two doing?”
“I needed help with something. The zip on my dress.” Jen says. “I just need to visit the ladies’,” she points at the washroom door and slips inside.
“I’ll be a few minutes myself,” I say to Vicky.
“Oh no, you don’t,” she warns.
“Do you want me to piss myself in front of the entire guest list?” I threaten.
Vicky lets out a huff and disappears back into the main room.
I head into the washroom and give my face and hands a quick wash before heading back into the hall, spotting Jen at her seat. Vicky is eyeing my table and scowls at me when she sees me sit back down.
“Sorry about that, ladies. I had to take a call,” I lie, but everyone seems fine about it. “Shall I get us some more drinks?” I give the server another wave.
“Do you mind if we get a selfie?”
A few women from the other tables have come over and are hovering behind my chair. It’s the last thing I want to be honest, but my parents brought me up to be polite, so I give them a nod and push back my chair.
We take a few snaps, and they head back to their tables just as the main course arrives. Some salmon dish with a couple of pieces of asparagus and potato gratin. It’s good, but it’s not what I want right now. I fix my eyes on Jen, who’s on her phone, scrolling, and then she leans over and says something to one woman on her table, flashing her screen before they giggle.
“Ryan, tell us about the real Johnathan Koenig,” one lady at the table asks.
“There’s not much to tell, really.”
“Didn’t you two grow up together?”
“Yeah, we did. He’s always been captain material,” I say.
“We were so excited when we first signed him. I really hope that Johnny stays for the duration of his career,” someone else says. Wow, they love Johnny here; I’m proud of his achievements.
He never stood out as a leader back in Abby, really, but I know that’s not what they want to hear. He upped his game, though, because he was only here two seasons when he got the ‘C’; I can see his jersey getting retired here.
“I thought him coming here was strange at first,” I tell them. “When he told me he was coming to Europe, I was thinking somewhere like Germany or Finland or whatever.”
“Yeah, and now we’re glad to have you too.” Rochelle reaches out and rests her hand on my arm, but I tug it away.
“You’re a flirt,” I say. “I bet Matt loves that.”
“Oh, we’re not together anymore. Hey, isn’t that Michael, who your girlfriend is flirting with right now?”
I don’t need to look over to know that there’s nothing to see.
Rochelle’s hand is reaching toward my arm again, and to my horror, she takes a photo on her phone before slipping her handset back into her bag.
“What the hell are you doing?” I ask.
“Nothing,” she says, raising her brows.
I’m about to flash at her, but the servers nudge through the gaps between us to clear the empty plates, making room for the dessert dishes that follow shortly after.
