Page 55 of The Tape Job
“What were you doing in the ladies’ room?” he says in my ear.
“Nothing. I thought it was the gents,” I lie.
“With Vicky? Coincidence? I think not.”
“Why did you ask then?” We’re both looking forward, talking out of the corners of our mouths. But when he shifts closer, I give in. “Okay, fine. She took my phone in there. I don’t know why, but she just grabbed it and ran.” Another lie, but he doesn’t need to know about the video.
“I don’t buy it—” Ryan halts because Vicky’s reached the microphone, and she breaks out into an infectious smile.
She stands next to Lisa, and they both beam at the room before starting their speech. They thank everyone for being here. Then she calls for me which catches me off-guard. Someone shoves me forward, and I make my way towards the front—through a cheering crowd, Vicky’s eyes not leaving mine.
I join her and Lisa on the small platform, but Vicky keeps up the show for the crowd.
“There are high expectations for this season. Now we’re blessed with the twin brother of our star forward. What have you set out to achieve this season, Liam?” she asks me, but this question is double edged.
I can play.
“I’m not here to mess around. I know this is a game, but winning is my goal,” I say. It’s aimed more towards Vicky than at the crowd, but it gets a round of applause.
After sharing a few more crowd-pleasing remarks, I step off the platform to a round of applause. And there’s a few more words from Vicky before she lets Lisa discuss the upcoming events for the season.
“You’re playing with fire, Vic,” I say to her when we’re out of earshot.
“What if I want to get burnt?” she says, her hand brushing my cheek. “Are you telling me you didn’t want those panties? And that you don’t want these?” she hitches her skirt up ever so slightly and my breath catches in my throat.
I’m hard again and my rational brain has completely disappeared because I lean in and whisper into her ear. “Give me those and you’ll get your video.”
And with a smirk, she turns and heads back towards the washroom.
Chapter 15
Vicky
Liam Preston is true to his word. I am now the proud recipient of a delicious full-length clip. He didn’t lie; he did come hard, and I’ve enjoyed it more times than I care to admit.
My original frustration of not having a new video, inclusive of a happy ending, is nothing compared to the frustration I feel now. The throbbing ache deep inside me which, I strongly suspect, can only be sated by Liam fucking me like he’s making up for lost time. I want him—no, I need him.
I had considered texting him an eggplant and water spray emoji, because he’d know what I’m really asking for, but it needs to be his idea. Ideally, he needs to be the one to initiate because he’s stubborn and won’t give in if I ask him outright.
As I ponder this, the door to the restaurant swings open and in walks Liam, polished to perfection in a charcoal grey suit with an emerald-green tie. He’s trimmed his beard againinto the style I love, and he’s swept his hair to the side like it’s been freshly cut. I bite my lip and lean forward to rock on my chair, desperate for some friction.
He’s shown to our table and gives Johnny a guy hug before sitting right next to me, his knee almost touching my own. My whole body tenses.
“What’s going on, Vic?” he asks in a casual tone.
“Nothing really, just waiting on Dad.” Obviously, I’m waiting for my dad. Why am I nervous?
Johnny stands up and excuses himself, heading to the washroom; Liam takes the opportunity to shimmy his chair in closer. He reaches his hand out and moves my hair away from my left ear and as he leans in, I can feel his breath on my cheek. I shiver.
“You look beautiful, as always,” he says. “You know, I was hoping you’d return the favour with the video.”
Oh my. The excitement of this suggestion goes straight to my pussy. My brain, now void of cognitive thought, has me responding in a way I’m not expecting. It’s as if my arousal is talking for me.
“Wouldn’t you prefer a live show?”
He clears his throat and shifts in his seat. I hear him take a breath, ready to respond; but Johnny comes back, followed by a server to take our drinks order. Liam and I stick with water, but Johnny orders a beer since there’s no morning skate.
My brother, sitting opposite me, glares as if he’s trying to figure out what we were talking about, but I ask him a question to shift his focus. “I’m going to regret asking, but how’s Kirsty?”
