not move away. “When I see the elegant curve of a neck, like this…” I reached out to brush the backs of my fingers along the fluttering vein in her neck, “…when I see the rise of goosebumps beneath my touch… when I hear a woman suck in a shuddering breath… I just find myself dropping to my knees and—”
I let my hand fall and mumbled an apology as I put on a sheepish smile. It was the woman who moved closer when I took an embarrassed-looking step back.
“Really, ma’am, I’m sorry to have bothered you,” I told her. “I’ll just go to the police station and—”
“You’re on your knees,” she whispered harshly, quickly, eyes looking up at me.
I look away as if to hide a sudden blush.
“Look, you’re obviously a lady,” I said. “I shouldn’t even be speaking to you of such nasty things. Besides, you know what happens next.”
“She twists her fingers into your hair.”
All I had to do was gaze down at her silently for the rise and fall of her chest to quicken.
“She pulls,” the woman continued, licking her deep-maroon lips. “Pulls just a little too hard.”
I glanced warily at the glass doors.
“Maybe we should stop,” I whispered as if the two of us were hiding in a closet, about to be caught. “Wasn’t that your husband I saw step inside earlier?”
“She tells you what to do with your tongue,” the woman practically hissed. “And you do it, whatever she says.”
My eyes trailed down purposefully to her ample cleavage which quivered as she shuddered. When I met her gaze again, I found her pupils wide, her teeth sunk deep into her bottom lip.
“I do,” I said, making my voice rasp as if with uncontrollable arousal. “Because I’m powerless before her.”
“Because she’s in control,” the woman said on an uneven exhale.
“Because she’s in control,” I repeated.
The woman’s lips curled into a hungry smile. “Do you have a place around here?” she asked.
“Yes.”
“Does it have a bed?”
I grinned. “Several.”
The woman didn’t even bother checking the glass doors this time as she grabbed my wrist and dragged me toward the curb.
“I would call us a car, but with my wallet being stolen and all,” I muttered along the way. “Do you have a card?”
The woman peeled open her purse with a sly grin. “Several.”
A sleek black town car pulled up to the curb only a few minutes later. I opened the back door for her and as she ducked inside, I looked over my shoulder back toward the alley. I could just make out the American, still there, still watching. I grinned in victory and wiggled my fingers in goodbye at her before getting inside the car myself.
I’d be seeing her very soon.
I was sure of that.
The door clicked shut and I turned to find the woman with her legs spread open, lace thong hanging from her extended pinkie.
“I thought we could get a head start,” she said, swirling it round and round.
I licked my lips and grinned as I crawled toward her. Hey, I deserved a little reward. Teachers work very hard, you know.
Delaney
The door of the black town car slamming shut was like the snap of a hypnotist’s fingers, breaking the trance, plunging me back into the real world with the abruptness of a bucket of ice water splashed in my face. I stumbled back, shaking my head as I steadied myself with an open palm against the brick wall of the alley, still hot from baking all day in the summer sun. Or maybe it was my skin that was hot. I pressed my shirt wider open and fanned myself.
I hated to admit that watching that had turned me on a little. The way he touched her… the way he moved away and she stepped closer… the way he whispered in her ear… Even worse, I hated to admit that it made me a little jealous. He’d used some of those moves on me. To see them used on another woman made me irrationally angry.
I stood there in the alley and waited for the car to pull back around. I expected he was telling the woman that he couldn’t hook up with her after all, that he forgot something at The White Room, that he felt suddenly ill, maybe bad clams or something. I stood there and I kept expecting the next car to be his, for him to pull up, for him to step out, for him to come back to me. I stood there