He smiled, raising his eyebrow at her for a moment before pulling her back tight against him.
“I can see that you’re a woman that knows exactly what she wants,” he said quietly.
She nodded. “And you’re a very confident, dominant man,” she replied. “I was skeptical about staying for the whole dance, but I’m glad I did.”
He laughed. “My dear, I learned a long time ago that when you have an opportunity with a delight such as yourself, you don’t pass up the chance.”
Amused, she looked up at him and smiled. The song ended then, but quickly melded into another, and he didn’t seem to want to let her go, not that she minded of course.
“So, would it be too forward of me to ask to escort you to somewhere more appealing?” he asked.
“Oh, so am I that bad of a dancer?” she asked playfully.
He shook his head and smiled. “No, my sweet. I just can only stand to be near you for so long before I have to act upon my baser impulses. If we don’t leave the room this instant, I fear that I may succumb to a primal desire to have you here and now.”
She laughed quietly, clutching him closer to herself and feeling his hand gently squeeze her butt to accentuate the point.
“You’re a dirty old man, aren’t you,” she said, and he winked in response. Turning, he pulled her quietly from the dance floor and towards the door.
“Oh, the dirtiest, my peach,” he confirmed as she placed her arm in his. “Come, let us find a more appropriate setting for me to defile you in.”
A shiver of anticipation ran down her spine and she had the sudden feeling that what followed for her would be unforgettable.
*****
Sam
Saturday
As the dawning light broke through her window, Sam finally sat up and started to go about her morning. She’d been lying in bed for a while, enjoying the warmth of her bed and the softness of her sheets. She’d texted Dane to see if he was home, but got no answer, much to her disappointment. Without having to move much, she’d been able to look out the window and see that his vehicle wasn’t there.
It had been a little disappointing to learn that he wasn’t home, but she promised that she’d talk to him the next day at her birthday party.
She snickered. Her parents were ridiculous. She was turning 19 and they still had to throw her a party every year as if she were a kid. It wasn’t like she minded, though. She got a kick out of it.
Going through her normal morning routine, Sam couldn’t help but get a little nervous about what was going to happen that evening. She knew that if she didn’t focus on something else, the day was going to take forever, and she definitely didn’t want that.
The first thing she did was to get up and groom herself. She did her morning duties, then showered and shaved everything that needed shaving, even her crotch. She knew she was going to be alone in a closet, but she felt like she needed to be groomed and looking as gorgeous as she could. After washing her hair thoroughly, she got out and put some of Toni’s leave-in product that made her hair look so good. Brushing it through a few times, she set about cleaning the bathroom. She started with the toilet, then did the shower and bathtub, then started on the countertop. Hair bows and clips, scrunchies and bobby pins were all thrown in drawers along with the brushes and other beauty supplies scattered on the counter. The mirrors followed, then the floors, and she proceeded to continue down the hallway, mopping as she went back to her room. Once there, she started to straighten up, but took a short break for breakfast after the hallway had dried enough for her to walk on.
Once breakfast was done, she went right back to work cleaning her room, then went downstairs to clean what she could of the rest of the house. Unfortunately, she was realistically done by noon, groaning in irritation as she realized she still had lots of time to waste before the party that evening.
She took a nap, read up on her homework, had a nice long conversation with her mom and dad about school, and went and checked on her sisters when they eventually arrived home.
Apparently, they’d gone to a party the night before and looked like they needed to rest. Alex immediately climbed into bed, as did Toni, though the latter didn’t look nearly as tired as the former.
The day proved to be interminably long, and after the twins had a several-hour-long nap, they both left for work and she was left alone upstairs yet again. Still, she was excited about that evening, and though it seemed to take forever, the time to get ready for the party eventually did arrive.
Kara had texted her to meet her about ten minutes before everyone normally arrived, but after she’d gotten ready, she arrived about five minutes earlier than that. Grabbing the bag that she’d brought, she tossed her phone in it and hopped out, seeing Kara’s car parked close by. She swore quietly, seeing another vehicle had parked next to hers, and quickly texted her to see if it was okay to come in.
The door to the club opened and Kara looked out, smiling and waving as she saw her.
“It’s okay, it’s just Ed,” she said.
Sam looked at her curiously.
“The doctor, Ed Sanderson,” Kara clarified.
Smiling, Sam nodded and hopped out quickly.
“Hey,” she said happily, hugging Kara as soon as she stepped inside.
Her warmth was intoxicating, and Sam immediately wanted to hug her again as soon as they split.
“Hey there, stranger,” a familiar voice said. She looked at the source and saw Dr. Sanderson coming toward her.
“Hi, Dr. Sanderson,” she said, offering him a hug.
“Nervous?” he asked with a chuckle.
“God, yes,” she confirmed.
The three shared a brief laugh at her expense before they started to walk toward the closet where she’d hidden before.
“Oh… I parked in the front,” she said. “Do I need to…”
“I’ll handle it,” Ed said, reaching out his hand. She smiled and handed her keys over, then saw him immediately exit the building to move her vehicle.
“Don’t be nervous,” Kara said. “You’re going to be a hit.”
“I’ve got nothing to worry about, I know. It’s just… jitters, you know?”
Kara nodded, then grabbed her hand and pulled her toward the closet.
“Text me if you need anything, and don’t forget the knock system, though I guess it’s really up to you if you want to talk to anyone. I had Derrek put a lock on the inside of the door and you should be good to go. You’ll be able to hear us talking in the next room, but it will probably be a good thirty minutes before anyone participates in using this.”
“I’ll be okay. Just let me know if something happens or I need to leave or something.”
With a laugh, Kara kissed her on the cheek and waited for her to step into the small room. The stool had been replaced by a comfortable looking chair, and she eagerly stepped in and sat down. Standing in the door, Kara looked down in amusement.
“Need anything else?” she asked.
Sam shook her head, and Kara started to close the door.
“Kara,” she said, causing the gorgeous red head to look up.
“Thank you,” she said.
“You’re welcome, hun,” Kara replied, smiling genuinely and winking.
Sam watched the door close, then reached up and locked it.
Sitting back down, she sat there waiting for a minute, then realized she was being ridiculous and pulled her phone out to pass the time.
It was only a few minutes later that she heard voices in the room, and soon she could hear more arriving until they’d all apparently arrived. She checked the time and saw that it was about fifteen after the hour. Taking a deep breath, she closed her eyes and tried to calm herself down.
Unable to make out any words, she listened as different people spoke. She got a text and quickly checked it.
“Talking about you now,” Kara had sent.
She shivered nervously, wondering what the conversation was like. She wondered if anyone was actually going to want to use the closet and her skills, then began to second-guess her choices and wondered if she should just text Kara and call the whole thing off.
The murmur of conversation grew after a few minutes, and she heard the group of people going past the room she was in and down the stairs to the room with the mattresses and couches.
“First customer,” Kara sent, giving Sam a grin as she saw the incoming message.
There was a knock on the door, and she quickly slid the panel aside.
“Mystery-girl,” the voice said, unmistakably Dr. Sanderson’s.
Sam, remembering the knocking code, knocked once.
“Well, I promised I’d definitely be one to take a turn at the glory-hole, so here I am,” he said.
She smiled, moving closer, then couldn’t help but smile wider as he pushed the head of his cock through the hole.
Without hesitation, she leaned forward and took it into her mouth, her lips sliding over the crown and as far down as she could get.