Photo Finish
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a fun and sizzling
Quickie by Mardi Ballou
Cassandra slitted her eyes at him and nearly growled. What did
he mean by that comment -- untouchable? Who was casting ballots for that
vote? She asked him that question in a low, slightly menacing voice,
before sampling her foie gras, which was excellent.
Alex was sucking an oyster out of its shell. Nice tongue action,
Cassandra thought, feeling a throb in the moist lips of her cunt. Untouchable
indeed. She closed her legs tighter and exhaled. How could such a stud
muffin be such a jerk?
"Oh, just some of the guys. At one of the Bar meetings. I shouldn’t
have mentioned it." He had the grace to look slightly uncomfortable.
"What did they mean by untouchable?" she snarled.
"Maybe we should let this drop, enjoy our dinner." He flashed her
an innocent look, his eyes gleaming in the candlelight.
"You’re the one who brought it up. I thought this dinner was all
about clearing the air, but it seems to be getting murkier."
He held up his hands in a placating gesture. "Uh, just that you
appear to be kind of closed off from, uh, that sort of excitement..."
"Don’t even go there," Cassandra said, not at all pleased that
he was starting to sound like her sister, using the "E" word. As if she
couldn’t have all the excitement in the world -- once she made partner
and took the rest of her life off hold. She didn’t need her sister’s meddling,
or Alex deLuca’s patronizing fumbling. And now she was going to show him
exactly what she was capable of.
He raised his eyebrows, "Once again I really didn’t intend to..."
As Cassandra slipped her right foot out of her shoe and put her plan into
action, Alex’s voice trailed off and his eyes opened wide, nearly crossing.
He almost knocked over his glass of wine. Excellent, Cassandra
thought, feeling good for the first time that night. She’d wriggled her
dress up to thigh level and danced her toes up his leg. Thank goodness
for the floor length tablecloth, which kept all under-the-table action
hidden from prying eyes.
Now she moved up to his crotch and caressed his quite hard cock
and balls with her toes and the sole of her foot. Or perhaps she’d just
missed his groin with her foot, and he carried a huge banana and some plums
in his pocket for some reason. But no, from the way he was squirming and
the beads of sweat coming out on his forehead, she’d hit pay dirt.
Hmm. From what she was feeling, it was easy to see why he was called
Alexander the Great. Really great. Much to Cassandra’s surprise, she
was quite calm and really enjoying this.
"You’re a woman of many surprises," Alex choked.
"Oh, yeah?" she asked, coolly licking her lips. "Not what the boys
at the Bar thought, eh?"
He cleared his throat. "Uh Cassandra, would you like to maybe cut
dinner short and we could go to my place? Or your place? Or any place
you want?" He ended up in a whimper.
She pouted. "You’re reneging on buying me dinner?"
He made a ‘your wish is my command’ gesture. "I’d never renege
on anything," he croaked. "We can have all the dinner you want. With
any luck, I’ll live through it."
She furrowed her brows and looked concerned. "Alex, are you feeling
ill? Your breathing has become so shallow."
He moaned.
Cassandra hadn’t had this much fun in ages. Maybe K.C. had a point
about getting some excitement in her life. Cassandra managed to behave
herself whenever the server came by, and she kept Alex off balance by
removing her foot and then replacing it at what she thought were opportune
moments. Once she even applied both feet, stopping only when he nearly
passed out. She wanted Alex deLuca awake and aware for every moment of
this night.
By the time they got through their main course and the server had
asked Alex three times if everything was all right, Alex was begging to
leave. Cassandra toyed with having a cream puff and some coffee, then decided
she’d done enough damage. Knowing she was leaving Alex with a boner that
would keep him sitting under the table while she made her getaway, she
slipped her feet into her shoes and rose. "Thank you for dinner," she said.
"But," he sputtered, "you’re not going to leave me like this."
"Exactly like that," she said, lowering her eyes in the direction
of his erection.
"Why?"
"Let’s just call it a short lesson in empathy. You now feel the
way I have all day."
"Horny as hell?"
Don’t go there, she thought. Hold on to the edge.You’ve
earned it. "Embarrassed in public," she said, her words crisp. "Don’t
do anything like that to me or any other woman again." Relishing the
last word, she swept out of the restaurant. She thought she’d proven
her point. She tried to ignore her regret at not getting up close and
personal with what had to be one dynamite hard-on. Too bad Alex deLuca
went with it.
