bill.
“Tyler, I’m going to come if you don’t stop,” I moan, hiding my face in his neck. He chuckles and flicks my clit again. I bite my lip to stop the moan from escaping.
“That’s the plan, Angel, to feel you come on my fingers, right here under everyone’s noses. Then I’ll know my girl has satisfied both of her appetites while no one else is the wiser,” he murmurs, his fingers speeding up. I try to stay still, but I’m rocking into his touch, and with each flick and push and pull of his fingers, I care less about the people around us.
I ride his hand shamelessly until the orgasm bursts through me. I bite my tongue so hard to stop myself from screaming that I taste blood.
He groans into my ear, leaning against me. “Fuck, Angel, that was so hot.” He strokes me through it before pulling free and righting my underwear. He kisses my cheek as I pant and shake.
Lifting my head, I look at him, feeling satisfied and boneless, but I need to clean up. He wipes his fingers on the napkin and grabs my chin, kissing me softly in front of everyone. “That was just the starter. I’m going to eat your pussy for mains and fuck you for dessert.”
The waiter is at the table, and I know he heard him. His cheeks are flaming, but he says nothing. I can’t help but laugh at his embarrassment as I stand. “Excuse me, I’m going to the ladies’ room.”
Tyler nods and passes his card over as I walk to the bathroom. I clean up and sort my makeup and hair. My panties are still damp, but there isn’t much I can do about it, plus they will be off of me soon enough, replaced by Tyler’s mouth, and I can’t wait.
I head back, and he’s waiting for me at the table. When I get there, he takes my hand and leads me to the front door. We push through to go outside, and he kisses me again. “Wait here, I’ll get the car.” Nodding, I wrap my coat around me tighter to fight off the chill as he walks over to the valet, slipping the man some money as they talk.
There is an older couple waiting for their car as well. The woman is dressed in her finest long dress and fur coat. Her hair is in tight curls, which is dyed a horrible red colour, and her makeup is strongly applied. She drips with diamonds, showing off their wealth, but I smile at her politely as I catch her and her husband watching me. His eyes drop to my chest, and I narrow my own on him, watching his pot belly jiggle as he inhales. He has a bald spot on the top of his head and his hair is grey on the sides. His face is plump, and his body is encased in a tight suit.
“Disgusting, gold-digging whore,” I hear her whisper. Tyler is getting the car, so he doesn’t hear, but I do.
I grind my teeth as anger surges through my veins, and I look over at the snobby woman. “Sorry to disappoint, I just like big cocks and men who know how to use them.” I run my eyes across her and her husband. “Clearly something you know nothing about.”
Tyler returns then and takes my hand as I wink at the woman, ignoring his confused stare as he helps me into the car. But inside me, anger burns…and sadness. Is that what people think of me? It’s not the first time I’ve been called a whore, usually because of my profession, but I don’t want Tyler to think that of me.
Or for anyone to think badly of him either. He’s a good, honourable man. He doesn’t deserve that kind of treatment…just because of me. He’s well known in the community. I’m a white trash burlesque singer half his age. Could they ever really accept us?
Could this affect his life if he chooses me?
It shouldn’t be this hard. If you like someone, you date them. But I worry all the way home, worry that what small-minded people think will not only ruin his reputation, but his business. I’m not worth that. No one is.
When we pull up at my place, I get out before he can and head inside.
“Angel, wait!” he calls, but I can’t, I need to think.
He catches my arm and turns me, cupping my chin and tilting my head up to