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Authors: Cate Mckoy
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And then thinking better of what he said added, “The
girl is my date.”
Kyle wanted to give Sanchez a glare but he was too transfixed with the scene before him. Drew and Ashley moved together like lovers. Like lovers who had been fucking for years. He stared in horrified fascination as Drew smacked Ashley’s ass as she dirty-danced around him. When she was standing behind him they snaked in opposite directions, creating a V with their bodies. She dirty danced back in front of him and then they did a body roll together, with Drew only inches behind her. They went down pretty far before they started back up to standing position.
Drew and Ashley were exceptionally limber and fluid. Together they moved as one, in perfect synchronicity. Drew touched Ashley’s body like he did it all the time, smacking her ass, cupping her hips. For a lift he even caught her at her crotch, lifting her and throwing her over his shoulder into a spin. Kyle’s anger rose with each new touch. The only way they could move like that together is if they had been fucking…a lot!
Kyle fumed as team Ebony and Ivory finished. When had they done it? Where? He almost lost all appearance of calm when the thought: Drew popped Ashley’s cherry went through his mind. Kyle surged to his feet, blinded by anger.
“Where are you going?”
Kyle ignored his mother as he made his way to the rear towards the corridor with the dressing rooms. He was stopped by a very large man wearing a ‘Security’ t-shirt. “Sorry, man, no customers in the dressing rooms, the bathrooms are over there.” The man pointed to a different hallway to his right.
Not caring of the misuse of his authority, Kyle pulled out his ID and badge. “That was my nephew who was just on stage. I need to speak to him and his teammate.”
The man checked out his credentials, his eyebrows shooting up, “Assistant Director, huh?” He gave Kyle his ID back and stepped aside. “Your nephew and his girlfriend were on fire!”
Seething, Kyle pocketed his ID and stormed to dressing room number 8. He didn’t knock. He rushed right in, scanning the entire room in an instant. They both were in the room. Drew was hugging Ashley, thanking her.
“Hey, Uncle Kyle, what did you think?”
In barely contained fury he spoke to his nephew in a way he never did before. “Get out.”
Drew and Ashley looked at each other in confusion and then at Kyle nervously. “What’s wrong, Unc—“
Kyle took his nephew’s arm none too gently and walked him to the door, “Out now!”
“Uncle Kyle, what is it?”
Kyle slammed the door on his nephew’s crushed look. He would handle Drew later. Right now he wanted to deal with her!
****
Ashley watched Kyle close the door on Drew and then lock it. He turned to face her. His eyes were dark with anger. And it wasn’t the kind of anger when she disobeyed one of his directives. Something was pissing him off to the point Ashley felt as though she should be armed.
She wasn’t. She rarely carried her weapon when she was on vacation. Her vacation officially started yesterday when she left work. Kyle had been angry then too but even that didn’t compare to this! What was wrong?
Ashley was so intimidated by the look on Kyle’s face that when he took a step towards her she took a step back, bumping a loveseat behind her. There was no more room for her to retreat. So she tried reasoning with him. He needed to calm down long enough for her to find out what the hell happened.
“Kyle, what is it?” He kept coming until he had her by her upper arms, shaking her.
“How could you look me in the face and say you needed time to think about us when you’ve been fucking my nephew?”
“W-what?”
He shook her again, harder. “When I think about all the time I spent at your
girl is my date.”
Kyle wanted to give Sanchez a glare but he was too transfixed with the scene before him. Drew and Ashley moved together like lovers. Like lovers who had been fucking for years. He stared in horrified fascination as Drew smacked Ashley’s ass as she dirty-danced around him. When she was standing behind him they snaked in opposite directions, creating a V with their bodies. She dirty danced back in front of him and then they did a body roll together, with Drew only inches behind her. They went down pretty far before they started back up to standing position.
Drew and Ashley were exceptionally limber and fluid. Together they moved as one, in perfect synchronicity. Drew touched Ashley’s body like he did it all the time, smacking her ass, cupping her hips. For a lift he even caught her at her crotch, lifting her and throwing her over his shoulder into a spin. Kyle’s anger rose with each new touch. The only way they could move like that together is if they had been fucking…a lot!
Kyle fumed as team Ebony and Ivory finished. When had they done it? Where? He almost lost all appearance of calm when the thought: Drew popped Ashley’s cherry went through his mind. Kyle surged to his feet, blinded by anger.
“Where are you going?”
Kyle ignored his mother as he made his way to the rear towards the corridor with the dressing rooms. He was stopped by a very large man wearing a ‘Security’ t-shirt. “Sorry, man, no customers in the dressing rooms, the bathrooms are over there.” The man pointed to a different hallway to his right.
Not caring of the misuse of his authority, Kyle pulled out his ID and badge. “That was my nephew who was just on stage. I need to speak to him and his teammate.”
The man checked out his credentials, his eyebrows shooting up, “Assistant Director, huh?” He gave Kyle his ID back and stepped aside. “Your nephew and his girlfriend were on fire!”
Seething, Kyle pocketed his ID and stormed to dressing room number 8. He didn’t knock. He rushed right in, scanning the entire room in an instant. They both were in the room. Drew was hugging Ashley, thanking her.
“Hey, Uncle Kyle, what did you think?”
In barely contained fury he spoke to his nephew in a way he never did before. “Get out.”
Drew and Ashley looked at each other in confusion and then at Kyle nervously. “What’s wrong, Unc—“
Kyle took his nephew’s arm none too gently and walked him to the door, “Out now!”
“Uncle Kyle, what is it?”
Kyle slammed the door on his nephew’s crushed look. He would handle Drew later. Right now he wanted to deal with her!
****
Ashley watched Kyle close the door on Drew and then lock it. He turned to face her. His eyes were dark with anger. And it wasn’t the kind of anger when she disobeyed one of his directives. Something was pissing him off to the point Ashley felt as though she should be armed.
She wasn’t. She rarely carried her weapon when she was on vacation. Her vacation officially started yesterday when she left work. Kyle had been angry then too but even that didn’t compare to this! What was wrong?
Ashley was so intimidated by the look on Kyle’s face that when he took a step towards her she took a step back, bumping a loveseat behind her. There was no more room for her to retreat. So she tried reasoning with him. He needed to calm down long enough for her to find out what the hell happened.
“Kyle, what is it?” He kept coming until he had her by her upper arms, shaking her.
“How could you look me in the face and say you needed time to think about us when you’ve been fucking my nephew?”
“W-what?”
He shook her again, harder. “When I think about all the time I spent at your
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