Page 111 of The Import Slot
I may be good at pretending to listen, but my eyes are on Jen. She’s laughing at something Bettsy says, and it makes me slightly pissed off that she’s not here sitting next to me.
“Is that your girlfriend?” Rochelle asks as she follows my eyes.
“Yeah, it is.”
“Shame. I’m sure she’d be delighted to know how much flirting you did the other night. Practically begging me to take you home.” Rochelle bats her eyelashes at me.
“Excuse me?” I pretend to look around, checking that she’s talking to me.
She rattles something else off, and I decide to cut it there. I lean into her.
“Please don’t embarrass yourself, Rachel.”
“It’s Rochelle,” she says.
“Yeah.”
I focus on the starter that’s now in front of me and I turn away from Rochelle as my phone vibrates in my pocket. I pluck it out and spot Jen standing from her chair.
Jen:Meet me at the bar. Now.
I excuse myself after waving to a server who is hovering near the bar and asking him to get the table a round of drinks before heading over to where Jen stands.
“This needs to come out,” she says weakly.
“You ok, babe? Is it hurting?” I ask, but she bursts out laughing.
“Not hurting. Just uncomfortable, and I feel like Bettsy knows!”
Fuck. I bet Bettsy would come in his pants if he knew Jen was wearing a plug.
“Come with me,” I say, pulling her hand, glancing over my shoulder first to check Vicky hasn’t spotted me.
I know there’s no time to go back upstairs to the hotel room, so I try the door of the first room we come to. It’s labelled ‘Storage’, which, thank the stars, is open and full of chairs.
I close the door behind us and prop a chair against the door to stop it from being opened on the other side.
“I’ll just go to the bathroom and sort it,” she says.
“And deny me the pleasure?” I grab a chair, get her to support herself on its back, and bend her over slightly.
I’m already incredibly turned on, taking a deep breath as I hike her dress up.
What a fucking sight. I’m grateful she’s not wearing underwear because I’d rip them off.
“Just relax,” I say, stroking her ass gently.
I give the plug a gentle tug, and she clenches before taking a deep breath.
I give it another pull, and it pops out. It’s only small, so it doesn’t take a lot. I toss it and do what I’ve been dying to do for a while; I stick my face between her ass cheeks, flicking my tongue over her asshole. She squeals in shock and wobbles, but I grab her hips and steady her.
“Fuck!” she pants.
I part her, and my tongue dips into her pussy before I replace it with my finger, moving my tongue to flick her clit. I suck down on it and feel her squeeze my finger as she comes.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” I say, and I can’t help myself. I give her ass another lick before releasing her.
I look around for something to use to clean up, my pocket square making the cut. I have no choice but to sacrifice it.
