Page 56 of The Tape Job
“Kirsty? From human resources?” Liam asks, looking towards Johnny.
“I haven’t really seen her. It’s not a good idea to mix work with that sort of stuff. It can get messy.” Johnny gives us a look of contempt.
“What did I miss?” Liam asks as the server brings our drinks order.
“Johnny and Bettsy went speed dating,” I say.
“Yeah, so did you.” Johnny adds.
“So I heard,” Liam pauses.
“Vicky was popular,” Johnny says; but thankfully his phone vibrates, distracting him before he can say anymore.
“Dad’s running late,” he says. “He’ll be late and suggests that we order some appetisers.”
Typical Dad. Always working on his own schedule. The only time he ever worried about being late was for Johnny’s practices. I used to always ask Johnny what it was like being dad’s favourite. It’s funny, because Dad doesn’t even like hockey, but he always pretended to show an interest for some reason. It wasn’t until years later I found out it was because Dad was sleeping with one of the skate hire assistants. He’d disappear for periods of time, reappearing fifteen minutes later with a smile on his face, asking if I needed anything for school or hobbies. This is how I got my first camera. I didn’t even ask for it, but it was a gift to serve as a distraction—to keep me occupied.
“How popular were you at speed dating, Vicky?” Liam asks.
I brush it off, not feeling like I need to share that I’ve had four guys texting me, none of whom I want to see again. But Johnny can’t help giving us his opinion.
“I’m just glad you’re moving on, Vic. We just need to hook you up now, Lee.”
When the server returns, we order some appetisers and Johnny leans forward to talk to Liam about the plans for property flipping which Johnny has been roped into helping with.
I excuse myself when the conversation gets dry, making my way to the washrooms. There’s a row of doors labelled ‘Sir’ or ‘Ma’am,’ all individually equipped with atoilet, a sink fitted into a cabinet and some fancy vases full of artificial flowers.
I slip into the first washroom and pull out my phone. I’m thinking about Liam and his comment about wanting a video sending back. Looking around, I’m grateful that this is a fancy restaurant and the place is clean because I hitch my dress up and push my panties down.
I quickly snap a photo of them around my ankles and send it with the caption: ‘Want to see more?’
Liam
You’ve got my attention.
Next, I send him a photo of my dress hitched up, my upper thighs on display. Then, a photo of my very moist fingers.
I wait a few moments before the reply comes through.
Liam
Unlock the door.
Oh shit. I pull my panties off and shuffle my dress down before popping the lock. Liam pushes his way inside before he secures the door again.
He spots the lace in my hand and grabs my panties from me, shoving them in his pocket.
“Pull your dress up and lean against the wall.” He drops to a squat in front of me. I follow the command and try to steady my breathing as he looks up at me. “You’ll need to make this quick, Vic. Can you do that for me?”
I nod, my eyes fixed on his.
“Good girl,” he says, leaning in and hoisting my left leg onto his shoulder.
This is not how I pictured my evening, but I’m not complaining. I can feel my clit crying out for attention, and he knows what to do straight away, his tongue flat and eager against me. No fingers today.
I have no choice but to grip on to his head as he works, changing the angle to flick his tongue quick and firm over my clit. He’s not even attempting to tease me or edge me. He’s just going for it, and it doesn’t take long to feel my climax building.
“I’m coming!” I gasp, and he picks up the pace to see me through my orgasm.
