Page 24 of The Unlucky Waitress

The bell rings for the end of the intermission and as if nothing happened I straighten out and watch her try to do the same. She moves her hands over her dress frantically and tries to straighten out her tousled hair.

Her face is dotted with tiny beads of sweat and her lipstick is smudged across her face.

“Red lipstick certainly does look good on you Mr Knight. It’s definitely your color,” she teases.

I swipe the back of my hand over my lips and smooth my hair.

“Oh no, Miss Hayes, I think it suits you more, just not as a face mask,” I tease back.

I lead Cassidy to a nearby window so she can see her reflection in the mirror. She shoots me an accusing look and struggles to straighten up again.

“Oh no!” she says dramatically placing a forlorn hand on her forehead. “My makeup is ruined; we can’t possibly stay. What would people say?”

I shake my head in equally dramatic disappointment, “What will they say indeed?”

Cassidy looks at me wide eyed, “Then I guess I should go home now. Oh well, so much for seeing my first play at a real theater,”

I try to hide a grin, “As a gentleman in good standing I couldn’t let you walk through the busy corridors of your apartment building looking like this. My house is closer with far fewer neighbors,” I say, still keeping up the dramatic act of piety.

Pulling my phone out of my pocket, I text the driver to pick us up in the limo.

“The driver will be here in ten minutes,” I tell her, “But for now, I just can’t let anyone else see you this way,” I laugh, pulling her back into the secluded corner. I press her back up against the wall and kiss her passionately without a care who sees us.

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Cassidy

We rush out of the theater laughing. I hold Ethan's hand tightly and dash for the car. The driver is ready and waiting with the door held open and I slide in with Ethan sliding in quickly after me. Before the driver is even in his seat Ethan presses a button on the console to seal the back seat off from the driver’s view.

I giggle at the practicality of it all. The small back cabin of the Limousine becomes our own private room, with passing streetlights in the tinted windows. A buzz takes hold of me, it has been building from the moment Ethan touched up in his box at the theater. I lost my inhibitions and moved for my pleasure. We don’t make exhibitions of ourselves, but I don’t care enough about who sees us to stop. Everything just feels too good to lose it right now.

The car starts moving through the streets, easily gliding forward thanks to the lack of any traffic, not that I can even see the road. I feel it, though.

Without another word Ethan pounces, laying me down on the seat of the car, his hands moving over my body in a fervent fury grabbing at my breasts through my dress, sliding up my legs to my naked bottom, rubbing and squeezing the nearest cheek.

“I want to see you,” he said, pushing my dress up to expose me.

“You’ll tear my dress,” I laugh, protesting.

Ethan grips the dress and tries to pull it up roughly. The price of the dress is the last thing on his mind, it’s clear.

“And I’ll buy you another one,” he growls. “Tearing this thing off you is all I could think about from the moment I saw you in it.”

I wiggle and scoot, and finally Ethan is able to raise the dress up over my hips and leave it rolled up on my chest to expose my legs, my thighs, my crotch and my belly. I breathe heavily, the image of how lewd this all is, lying on a car seat with my dress hiked up to my chest, fills me with lust. The thrill of doing something so crazy, so unlike me and loving every moment of it.

He takes full advantage of the space we have at our disposal and kneels down on the floor of the car. He kisses my belly, running his tongue over my skin slowly moving toward my center.

My body tenses as he licks his way down the crease of my thighs, his warm breath taunting me. My breath grows heavy, I spread my legs in anticipation.

Ethan runs his tongue over my waiting slit and smacks his lips, “Delicious,” he whispers.

My legs tremble and he holds them steady, “Impatient girl,” he chides smacking the side of my hips.

The sting only deepens my lust and I can feel my juices seeping onto the leather seats.

Ethan licks his way down my thighs and nips as my knees.

My eyes open only to see the blurry street lights as we drive quickly past them. I think about the driver sitting just on the other side of the screen for only a moment then I can’t think of another thought while Ethan tongue slides over the bottom of my foot. He sucks each toe into his warm wet mouth before moving up my leg again, making me wetter with each kiss, each lick and each soft bite.

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