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Itβs a text from Maude. Do you need evac?
That makes me chuckle, despite the grimness of the mess in front of me. Itβs under control, I text her back. Lucy deserves a bonus. 500 on my account.
My phone pings as the cleaner finishes. Done, but it should be that big-headed prick paying.
Iβll expense it to him, donβt worry.
Enjoy the rest of your night, reprobate.
You, too, battle-axe.
Emily and Daisy return with a red-eyed but much fresher-smelling Ms. Spaghetti. I ask the girl if she needs a ride but she shakes her head.
βI came in on the train with friends. Theyβre at the bar, I think. I kind of lost track of them.β
Bridge and tunnel. Figures. βYou sure youβre okay to get home?β
She nods tearfully, glancing at Rick, who doesnβt say a word.
βOkay, if you need anything, ask Lucy here.β
The well-trained sub bounces up beside me at the mention of her name. βAbsolutely, honey, anything you need. You want to lie down for a minute? I can show you to a room.β
With a last glance at Rick, Ms. Spaghetti nods and lets Lucy lead her away.
I put my arm around Emily and draw her in so I donβt have to yell over the music. βYou ready to call it a night?β
She nods and goes up on her toes so she can speak into my ear. βDaisy wants us to go back to Rickβs place for drinks.β
Three horny tops and my baby doll? We wouldnβt be having drinks; weβd be having Emily. Sheβs a good girl for giving me the headβs up. I might forgive her for buttoning up her shirt for that. I nuzzle her temple. βYou want to go?β
She gives me an almost imperceptible head-shake.
Right answer. I give her a squeeze and lift my head from her sweet-smelling hair.
βMannyβs waiting outside with the car,β I say to Rick and Daisy. βLetβs go.β
A muscle in Rickβs jaw jumps. βDaisy wants to see the midnight show.β
Tough. Heβs exhausted his welcome at my club, and my patience. βAnother time. I think weβve all had enough fun for one night, right?β
I direct my words more at Daisy than Rick. She takes the unsubtle hint, links elbows with Emily and sets off toward the exit. I move with them to keep my hold on Emily, leaving Rick no choice but to trail along behind us, throwing his jacket over his bare chest.
As we pass the bar, I lift a hand to Thomas to thank him for his assistance. He waves back and winks at Emily. Sheβs charmed him, too. I rub my hand up and down her back, feeling her softness through her damp shirt. Despite the mess, Iβm not sorry weβre cutting the evening short. Fucking on the dance floor seemed like a good idea at the time, but it would have been brief and probably not very satisfying for Emily. Iβm ready to find out how many orgasms I can bang out of her, and for that Iβd like privacy and a bed.
Maudeβs off the desk, possibly preparing for her session with Rachel. I give her replacement the password while he signs out my guests. As we exit to the street, Emily snuggles up to my side. βYour clubβs awesome, sir. Did I make a good impression?β
Is she still worried about this being an extended audition? I stroke her back. βYou did, baby doll. Very, very good.β
She beams up at me. βI hope youβll bring me again, sir.β
βAny time you want,β I say sincerely. Iβll bring her back in a heartbeat; much faster than Iβll be inviting Rick back.
* * *
In the car, we resume our former seating, with Daisy, Emily and me on one side and Rick on the other. The reason has changed, though: none of us want to get too close to Rick. Despite Lucyβs efforts, he still has a definite odor clinging to him.
Once we get underway, Rick shakes off his ill-humor and reverts to type. Heβs a funny bastard when he wants to be, and is in his element as he tells us a dirty story involving a French cafe, a nun and a fifteen-inch cucumber that has us all laughing.
But his mood descends again when I decline Daisyβs drinks offer.
βCβmon, man. Donβt kill the night twice.β
I shake my head firmly. Iβm not putting Emily in any position where she might be on Rick or Daisyβs menu. Rick looks like heβs going to argue, then throws up his hands and unbuckles his seat belt. I clamp my tongue between my teeth to avoid saying something Iβll regret when it comes time to send him my bill. Which may include dry cleaning, because the scent of regurgitated spaghetti lingers even after he climbs out of the car.
Daisy unstraps herself with a snap of the belt, and leans across Emily to wink at me. βDonβt get your panties in a twist, Big Daddy.β Then she kisses Emily on each cheek before she climbs out after Rick.
Emily waves after her.
βItβs βknickers in a twistβ,β I growl after her. βPushy Yank.β
Emily giggles. I tap on the glass partition and Manny pulls the car away from the curb.
I gather Emily against me, as much as our respective seatbelts will allow. βSorry about all that, baby doll.β
βItβs not a problem, sir. I was having a good time dancing.β She gives me one of her shy, sly smiles. βBut Iβm looking forward to going back to your place even more.β
βYou definitely didnβt want to stop for drinks with Rick and Daisy?β
Emilyβs smile twists ruefully. βDaisyβs nice, but she really wanted you to share me. That might have made things awkward.β
I nuzzle her temple. βVery. Have you ever been with a woman?β
βNo. I was topped by a couple of women when I was with Matthew. Guest Meanie Night, he used to call it. But no sex.β
I chuckle at the name and she grins up at me.
βDid you like being topped by women?β
Emily nods. βI expected
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