Page 7 of My Thursday Throwback

Zelda, stood, leaning over to flash him some cleavage as she walked unsteadily in the ridiculous high heeled shoes. Her pinky toe hurt and she really believed he was going to have to carry her across the street to their hotel room if she stayed in the shoes for even five more minutes. She slid into the booth as he ordered another round of drinks, then joined her in the dark corner. Danny sat in between them as Scott stared into her eyes. A warm hand touched her thigh.

She thought he would stop, but it slid all the way up until his fingers made contact with her, “Oooh,” she whispered.

He made smalls circles across her clit with his index finger, applying pressure. Her legs opened slightly to give him more access while he expertly moved the soft cotton to the side, slipping his fingers inside of her. The moisture on his fingertips aroused him as thick fingers entered Zelda with a thrust.

“Oh, my,” she said, clinging to his arm.

In and out his fingers worked, as Zelda ground her pelvis against his hand. His eyes never left hers as her eyelids fluttered from the sheer pleasure. His free hand grabbed hers, placing it on his lap, feeling the erection in his pants, she rubbed him, slowly. His breathing uneven as one finger shifted into two, going deeper, faster and harder probing inside of her. Zelda’s head dropped to her chest as her hand squeezed and stroked him. Scott’s eyes never left her face as he plunged his fingers in deeper, waiting for that sound which drove him insane. He added pressure from his thumb to her clit forcing a squeal from her as her legs clamped together. A gush of wetness filled his palm as he watched her face encouraging her to get him there. She didn’t disappoint him. She rubbed him faster through the fabric, squeezing massaging, allowing her finger to run across the perfect mushroom head until he twitched. Danny fell face first into the table as Scott leaned back, his mouth open, a ridiculous wet stain on his pants leg.

He grabbed her hand.

“I need round two,” he said, pulling her arm and standing up with Danny covering the wet spot in his trousers.

Zelda stood as well, but Scott stood immobile as if he had seen a ghost. She peered around him, trying to see what had stopped him mid-stride. An older woman, in her mid-sixties, dressed totally inappropriate for a lady her age smiled a knowing smile at him.

“I thought that was you, Scottie,” the woman said.

“Samantha,” he replied, almost choking on his words. “This is my fiancé, Zelda Fitzsimmons.”

She extended a hand with fingers covered with long red acrylic nails, mumbling a snide greeting to Zelda but keeping her eyes fixed on Scott. “I always wondered what you would look like all grown up,” she said, reaching out to touch him, but Zelda slapped her hands.

“Back up, old lady,” Zelda said. The look on Scott’s face said it all. This woman was a threat. “I’m not going to lie and say it was nice to meet you because it wasn’t. Scott, are we ready?”

“Yeah,” he mumbled. “Good seeing you, Samantha.”

“You too, big guy,” she said winking.

Zelda led Scott out of the bar into the Vegas night, full of car horns, flashing lights, and happy people off to drink themselves into bad decision-making. Her main thoughts were to get out the shoes, get Scott to the hotel room, and find out who the woman was. She didn’t want to ask, but his reaction said almost all she needed to know. It didn’t jibe. She was old. At least by nearly twenty-five years.

They arrived at the hotel, his luggage already in the room. He plopped down on the couch in his love-stained pants, holding Danny like a security blanket. The woman brought back a bad memory that took Zelda’s big hairy man down a rabbit hole to a dark place.

“Scott, who was she?” Zelda asked, taking Danny from his arms and placing the doll in the chair.

“Remember when I told there were three women who broke my heart, Andromeda, Demetria, and you didn’t want to know about the third one,” he said.

“You are not going to sit here and tell me that hoochified old woman was number three, Scott!” she said almost yelling.

“Well, when I was 13 she didn’t look like that. At thirteen, I found her sophisticated and charming, and she could do things I only saw in porn movies,” he said softly. “I was in lust, and she loved me.”

“You were a child!”

“A child with a man’s appetite and a man’s body parts,” he said, shaking his head. “I spent almost every day either with a raging boner or raging hormones. I was miserable, missing my family, couldn’t get a gig and did I mention horny all the damned time?”

“That was no excuse for her to violate a child’s trust,” Zelda said.

“Stop it,” he snapped. “I didn’t fuck her like a child. She treated me like a man and I treated her like a woman.”

“She’s the reason you had the breakdown...Chandler...the weird ass coffee table, all of the darkness, Scott, was because of her,” Zelda said softly.

“Zelda, don’t try and talk to me about my demons while you are still wrestling with your own. When you are ready to read those diaries and deal with your childhood like an adult, then you can try to play psychiatrist, but until you do, stay out of it,” he said, bounding to his feet. “I’m taking a shower.”

He stormed away, leaving her on the couch feeling like an idiot for not dealing with her issues and trying to tackle his. He’d been so supportive of her and she wanted, no, she needed to find a way to do the same with him. She would start by opening one of the dairies.

Her fingers shook as she bent down to open the carry-on bag she’d left on the coffee table. I don’t want to do this. I don’t want to do this. I have to do this for me and Scott.

Danny sat in the chair, staring at her. “Oh, shut up! Nobody asked you a damned thing,” she said to the doll.

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