Page 40 of Melt With You

She was done with the shave, had rinsed his legs clean with a washcloth, then patted them dry, when Van said, ‘Your turn, now.’

‘My turn for what?’

‘Lie down on the mat. I’ll take care of you.’

She gave him a look. He knew she’d had a Brazilian. He’d admired the sleekness of her wax job from their very first time together in his van. But her wax job had been several weeks before.

‘Take care of me, how?’

‘You know how, Dori.’

She continued to stare at him for a moment. Sometimes, he spoke with a type of voice that made him seem so much older than his years. The dominant streak within him always turned Dori on.

‘Take off your clothes.’

Dori was more than ready to obey. She slid off the short black skirt and black silky T-shirt she’d been wearing.

‘Bra and panties, too.’

These were both black, as well, and she took them off and tossed them into the corner.

‘Lie down on the tiles and lift your hips.’

He placed a towel beneath her, and then started to spread the shaving cream over her pussy lips. Van worked quickly, without any apparent fear. He slicked the razor over her skin, then dipped the blade in the sink filled with warm water. He moved her legs wider apart when he needed to, and used his fingers to pinch her lips, maneuvering her exactly how he wanted.

When he was finished, he brought her into the shower and had her wash away the shaving cream, and then he said, ‘Sit on the edge of the tub and spread your legs.’

Dori followed the command automatically, and Van bent on his knees in front of her, and he used his tongue to make sure he had performed the job well. She was entirely bare, completely clean. Van tricked his tongue over her, until she had to grip onto his shoulders to keep herself steady. She felt as if she were floating, lost in the pleasure.

‘You will come, won’t you?’ he asked, and she realized he was talking about two different things – come on his tongue, right now, and come to his show in several days.

‘Yes, of course,’ she said, responding to the dual query, yet still thinking at the same time how she might fix the situation for him.

Fix his truck.

Fix his luck.

‘Awesome, baby. I knew I could count on you.’

It was what Bette said the next day when she asked Dori to accompany her into the city. ‘I knew I could count on you.’

‘What do you mean?’

Bette play-punched her shoulder. ‘You know it. You’re different from the rest of the gang. Can’t you feel that?’

Was she different? Well, she’d always prided herself on being reliable. But was that what Bette meant? She didn’t think so. Dori really thought that she was so scared of spilling something, of telling the wrong bit of information, that she wound up being quiet. And people took this as a sign that she was listening to them, that she was paying attention to their needs.

What did Bette need?

Company.

Chapter Seventeen

‘See? It’s my fortieth birthday.’

Dori couldn’t hide her surprise. Bette had always seemed ageless to her. Why hadn’t she known exactly how old her boss was, or how much older Bette was than she herself? Not that she was much older now, but back in 1988 when she was eighteen, Bette had been more than twenty years her senior. That’s why she’d played the role of the Mama Bear so easily where Dori was concerned.

‘And I always do something memorable for the big day.’

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