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and stared at it. With his saliva covering her breast, it glistened
against the light.
Slader moved to Jessica’s other
breast, offering the same sensual attention it needed. He then added his teeth,
rubbing against her nipple, feeling her reaction.
Slader took his mouth from her
chest and then cupped her breasts with both hands. That’s when Jessica looked
down at Slader.
He was beautiful. Perfect and
innocent. She moved her hands from the top of the couch to Slader’s shoulders,
holding him.
“You taste amazing,” Slader said.
“I want more.”
“Have more,” Jessica said.
“Please...”
Slader looked down, admiring
Jessica’s tight body. He wanted to tear everything off her. Everything. He
wanted her naked. His wanted his tongue everywhere on her body.
“We can’t here,” Slader said. “When
I start this, Jessica, I won’t stop. Nothing will ever stop me.”
“Please,” Jessica begged.
Slader’s hands massaged Jessica’s
chest. She rubbed against him, hard but slow. Each time she moved, Slader felt
his body wanting to come. He resisted the urge to do so though, wanting to save
everything for Jessica.
“We’re going to go someplace
special,” Slader said. “Somewhere I’ve never shared before.”
“Yes,” Jessica said.
“You have your story, don’t you?”
Jessica nodded.
“Your story about the show. The
band. The meaning and purpose. How it feels to be there... to hear the show,
Jessica.”
“I have it all,” Jessica said.
Slader took his hands from
Jessica’s chest.
Her breasts were full and in need
of more attention. Everything about Jessica needed attention.
“The rest of this night,” Slader
said, “is for you...”
Waste… away… away… the waste…
away… waste… away…
.12.
Carrie eyed Thomas and his eyes. He
had kind eyes actually. The kind of eyes that told her his life had gotten a
little out of control. Too many wants, ignoring his needs, biting off more than
he could chew at every turn. He enjoyed power. He enjoyed his success. But he
feared losing money and respect. It was everything Carrie could pick up on
while talking to him for close to an hour.
She let Thomas drink and talk.
He spoke of the land that John
wanted to buy. He wouldn’t give it up out of pure spite. He thought he could be
the one to develop the land. To create condos and make a fortune at it. To show
up everyone who had ever doubted him before.
“I don’t doubt you,” Carrie said.
She kept her smile because she knew
the night was close to being over.
She had a couple more tricks up her
sleeve and then it would be done.
“You don’t know much about me,”
Thomas said.
“That’s because sitting at a table
isn’t intimate enough. Is it?”
Thomas looked around. “I guess
not.”
“Then come with me.”
Carrie stood up. She kept the power
by making the first moves. That was the easiest way to do it. If Thomas didn’t
care to follow, it didn’t matter. He’d stare at her. He’d watch her start to
walk away and know he couldn’t do it. He couldn’t give up the opportunity.
After spilling his guts for so long, he wanted comfort.
Carrie put her hand out and Thomas
took it.
He struggled to stand thanks to all
his drinks. The scotch had begun to rock his world but Carrie knew that Thomas
had no idea what rock his
world meant. Just wait until the morning.
Carrie tried to turn but Thomas
stopped her.
“This is... quiet, right?” he
asked.
Carrie touched Thomas’s face. “Of
course it is. I want to make you happy, Thomas. Everything you’ve said tells me
something is missing. Let me fill you... or you fill me...”
Thomas smiled and nodded.
“Thank you,” Thomas said. “I need
tonight. Just one night.”
“Sometimes that’s all it takes to
change our lives, isn’t it?”
Carrie felt sexy and poetic.
She led the way with Thomas,
holding his hand. She led him to the elevator and they rode it up to the tenth
floor. The floor where John always kept
against the light.
Slader moved to Jessica’s other
breast, offering the same sensual attention it needed. He then added his teeth,
rubbing against her nipple, feeling her reaction.
Slader took his mouth from her
chest and then cupped her breasts with both hands. That’s when Jessica looked
down at Slader.
He was beautiful. Perfect and
innocent. She moved her hands from the top of the couch to Slader’s shoulders,
holding him.
“You taste amazing,” Slader said.
“I want more.”
“Have more,” Jessica said.
“Please...”
Slader looked down, admiring
Jessica’s tight body. He wanted to tear everything off her. Everything. He
wanted her naked. His wanted his tongue everywhere on her body.
“We can’t here,” Slader said. “When
I start this, Jessica, I won’t stop. Nothing will ever stop me.”
“Please,” Jessica begged.
Slader’s hands massaged Jessica’s
chest. She rubbed against him, hard but slow. Each time she moved, Slader felt
his body wanting to come. He resisted the urge to do so though, wanting to save
everything for Jessica.
“We’re going to go someplace
special,” Slader said. “Somewhere I’ve never shared before.”
“Yes,” Jessica said.
“You have your story, don’t you?”
Jessica nodded.
“Your story about the show. The
band. The meaning and purpose. How it feels to be there... to hear the show,
Jessica.”
“I have it all,” Jessica said.
Slader took his hands from
Jessica’s chest.
Her breasts were full and in need
of more attention. Everything about Jessica needed attention.
“The rest of this night,” Slader
said, “is for you...”
Waste… away… away… the waste…
away… waste… away…
.12.
Carrie eyed Thomas and his eyes. He
had kind eyes actually. The kind of eyes that told her his life had gotten a
little out of control. Too many wants, ignoring his needs, biting off more than
he could chew at every turn. He enjoyed power. He enjoyed his success. But he
feared losing money and respect. It was everything Carrie could pick up on
while talking to him for close to an hour.
She let Thomas drink and talk.
He spoke of the land that John
wanted to buy. He wouldn’t give it up out of pure spite. He thought he could be
the one to develop the land. To create condos and make a fortune at it. To show
up everyone who had ever doubted him before.
“I don’t doubt you,” Carrie said.
She kept her smile because she knew
the night was close to being over.
She had a couple more tricks up her
sleeve and then it would be done.
“You don’t know much about me,”
Thomas said.
“That’s because sitting at a table
isn’t intimate enough. Is it?”
Thomas looked around. “I guess
not.”
“Then come with me.”
Carrie stood up. She kept the power
by making the first moves. That was the easiest way to do it. If Thomas didn’t
care to follow, it didn’t matter. He’d stare at her. He’d watch her start to
walk away and know he couldn’t do it. He couldn’t give up the opportunity.
After spilling his guts for so long, he wanted comfort.
Carrie put her hand out and Thomas
took it.
He struggled to stand thanks to all
his drinks. The scotch had begun to rock his world but Carrie knew that Thomas
had no idea what rock his
world meant. Just wait until the morning.
Carrie tried to turn but Thomas
stopped her.
“This is... quiet, right?” he
asked.
Carrie touched Thomas’s face. “Of
course it is. I want to make you happy, Thomas. Everything you’ve said tells me
something is missing. Let me fill you... or you fill me...”
Thomas smiled and nodded.
“Thank you,” Thomas said. “I need
tonight. Just one night.”
“Sometimes that’s all it takes to
change our lives, isn’t it?”
Carrie felt sexy and poetic.
She led the way with Thomas,
holding his hand. She led him to the elevator and they rode it up to the tenth
floor. The floor where John always kept
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