Page 67 of Lady Sings the Blues

Same, I tell her, “Come on, baby girl. Gotta finish this.”

The rumble gets closer. Not big on going to jail, but no way I’m pullin’ out if we don’t finish before the car catches us. Still I shift down, pounding as hard as I can physically pound. I feel it, the moment she tenses, her walls undulate, then clamps those tight pussy muscles around my throbbing cock. And that’s all she wrote. I lose it, spilling into her as she continues the vice grip, milking every drop from me. Fuck, I can’t hardly move, but that car is close. We don’t even have time for a proper comedown before I pull out with a hiss from Elise at our quick separation.

And I don’t even have a napkin or anything to wipe myself down with, tucking back inside my jeans and zip, then help her stand. We hardly have her thong back in place, her hands smoothing down her skirt when the car passes us.

Couldn’t have been any closer. She laughs. I laugh, falling into each other.

“You want to go back, clean up?”

“No,” she answers, surprising the hell out of me. “The squish as I walk feels sexy. I like knowing you’re inside me.”

Wow.

“Woman, you can’t say shit like that to me or we will never make it into the club today.”

She only shrugs. “I love you.”

“Never gets old hearin’ that.”

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Several of the waitresses and a few of the dancers fawn all over me. I push them away tellin’ them what seems like for the hundredth time, “Not me you have to impress. I’m a man who likes tits, I’m already impressed. Bosslady,” I point to Elise, who seems a little startled by this new nickname, although there’s amusement and excitement dancing in those eyes. “She’s the manager. She the one you need to impress.”

You can see it, each one of those women thought coming on to me was a way to further their careers. Guess I can’t blame them, for a long time—too long a time—I was single and up for being impressed. Kind of bitin’ me in the ass, though, as I keep tryin’ to let it be known, understood, that I’m totally, completely, officially off titty radar. Unless we’re talkin’ Elise.

“Can I get you anything?” Heidi, a pretty, little blonde waitresses, one of them failing to clue in and continuing to lay it on pretty thick with me, finally turns her attention to the manager.

“Yeah,” Elise answers, sharply. “Can I get you to keep your hands off and quit eye-fucking my man as he’s already explained he’s taken, and I control your employment?” Don’t see that very often. I know she trusts me, so this show of possession is for the women here. She’s setting up dominance. MC must be rubbing off on her. And I gotta say, this jealous bit is as sexy as fuck.

“I wasn’t…” Heidi fumbles.

Elise stands from the table. She folds her arms across her tits, and cocks her head, pinnin’ Heidi with a hard, take no bullshit, stare. “Save it. I hear you’re good, those double Ds and tight ass will get you good tips and bring back regulars who’ll want in your section, hoping to get in your pants. But try that shit again, youwillfind yourself sans job, got me?”

“Yes Ms.—”

“Manning,” Elise says.

Right at the same time I shoot out, “Hollister.”

“Manning,” she says again. Now looking at me. “We aren’t married yet. My license still says Manning.”

“Your license still says Illinois,” I correct her. “Why have ‘em gettin’ use to Manning when in a couple weeks they’ll be changin’ it over to Hollister, anyway?” I wink.

“Couple weeks?” she yells. “Did you hit your head? I figure at least a year.”

“A year? Oh no, no, no. Already wasted five of ‘em.”

“So then what’s another year?”

“Time we’ll never get back. Bet Hadley wishes she had another year. Sure as shit know Duke wishes he had ‘em.”

“That’s unbelievably sweet, Beau.”

“I’m a sweet guy.”

“You’re an arrogant guy, yet your point has merit. I said yes, which means I’m sure about you. About us. So really, what the hell would we be waiting for?”

“You tell me, darlin’.”

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