Page 380 of Dirty Discipline, Vol. 1

“Finish your damn lines.”

Her nipples were perked, scraping against the soft cotton of her clothes until they felt raw from the stimulation. Each breath she drew rasped them against fabric that suddenly felt as rough as sandpaper and, with each touch, sent a deep aching pull all the way down into her womb. She lowered her head, licked her teeth and meant not a word of it as she said, “Let’s go back to town.”

The brightness of their grey and white world dimmed and Morgan tore her dress in his haste to bare her breasts. His fingers dug into her bottom as he lifted her into the air before lowering her all the way to the ground again. Audrey had rocks digging into her shoulders and into her legs and she could have cared less, particularly not when he shoved his pants down just far enough to be out of the way, yanked her skirt up to her waist, her underwear all the way off her, and in a single hard thrust had himself imbedded deep inside her.

“Oh yes,” she breathed, lifting her hips to meet the forceful rhythm he set, weaving her fingers through his hair as the heat of his mouth suckled, nipped and teased the aching tips of her breast one after the other. “Very hard indeed.”

The soda shop was packed full of teenagers and there was a jukebox in the corner playing music old enough for her grandmother to have danced to it. Being the gentleman he was, Morgan had bought her a drink and Audrey sat across from him at a window booth, under the grey candy-striped window awning, playing footsy with him under the table.

“I guess that successfully lays to rest everything they say about men over fifty.” She walked her feet up his legs and sidled them between his knees.

“This is a PG movie,” he reminded her. “We need to keep it that way.”

“What if I don’t want to?”

“I don’t want to, either. But we’ll never get out of here if we don’t.”

Audrey slowly lost her smile. “Do you suppose we’ll see each other once we do?”

“Back home? Sure.” He didn’t look at her. “Why wouldn’t we?”

“Are we both going to come out of my DVD player and live happily ever after screwing on my living room floor?”

“You don’t have a bed?”

“Answer the question.”

“I have no idea,” Morgan told her. “The world has changed since I’ve been in here, so I suspect I’m going to have a hell of an adjustment to make when we get home. But will I be in the studio or your house, I have no idea.”

She stroked his leg under the table. “Do you even want to see me when we get back?”

“Of course, I do.”

“Why won’t you look at me when you say that?”

“Because I don’t see the point in making plans for a happy future together when we don’t even know if we’re going home or fading into nothing.”

Audrey took her feet off his legs and put them back into her shoes. She played with her drink in silence, not wanting to look at him now either. “I think it’s rather chauvinistic that you got to kill the spider, but I couldn’t.”

“It’s a man-dominate time period.”

“Hardly anybody’s been eaten.”

“That’ll change.”

She pushed her glass away. “What does that mean?”

Hands folded on the table, Morgan turned his head to look out the window. “It means we got the adult spider but the movie isn’t over yet.”

“Great.” She leaned back against the booth. “So how long before the little buggers burst forth from their giant egg sac and swarm the town?”

Morgan half smiled. “We’ve got a few hours yet. But on the bright side, this is where the movie starts to pick up.”

“Oh God,” she groaned. “Can’t I just hide in a closet until the end of the film?”

“Trust me, they look in all the closets.”

The bell above the door chimed brightly as Touch and two of his buddies strolled inside. They came up to their table and while Touch flopped onto the seat beside Audrey, nearly sitting on her before she relented and scooted closer to the window to give him room, his friends squeezed in next to Morgan. She barely had time to stuff a napkin between her cheek and his lips before her ‘boyfriend’ kissed her. Under the table, Morgan covered her foot with his own. She startled, but it took her a moment to realize that he wasn’t finally playing footsy back at her. He was warning her.

---