Breath on the Wind (12 page)

Chiz put his glass down on the table and opened the little red box.  It took him a moment to realize what he was looking at.  Then he grinned and almost came in his jeans.  It was a vibrator in two parts, a little silver egg and a remote control that looked exactly like a remote key fob for a car, or an automated garage door.

“Oh, doll. We’re gonna have some fun tonight.”

Elmo was still grinning, standing there like a fucking wet dream.  “I’m counting on it.”

“C’mere.”

She walked over to him as he put the box down on the table next to his glass.  He needed to get his hands on her.  He also needed to exercise some control.  Staying in the room was a good plan, but he was very excited about the vibrator and Elmo in a public place, very excited.

He slid one hand into her hair, which was hanging in waves around her shoulders, and pulled her into a deep kiss.  As he stroked her tongue with his, he skimmed his other hand over her hip to the hem of her dress, moved his palm between her thighs and slid it upwards.  He groaned into her mouth when he felt the lace edge of the stockings she was wearing. 

He continued on his journey and Elmo adjusted her stance to allow him access.  He’d been right, she was fucking naked under the dress.  Chiz groaned into the kiss again.  The horny bitch was already dripping wet with anticipation.  He slid two fingers into her naked, slick pussy as she started to move her hips against his hand.  His cock was uncomfortably solid, but he was going to grin and bear it while they played this game out.  It would be worth it.

He broke the kiss and removed his hand, chuckling at Elmo’s disappointed moan.

“Turn around.  Bend over.”

Elmo did as instructed and bent over the table.  As tempted as he was just to grip her hips and take her there and then, Chiz ran his hand up the inside of her thigh from his position behind her.  He placed his other hand between her bare shoulder blades, pushing her forward and down slightly.  She flexed against his touch, then rested her elbows on the table, presenting her backside to him.

Chiz took a moment to appreciate the view, and then pinched the hem of her dress and slowly rolled it up until he had revealed the creamy cheeks that he’d so enjoyed spanking to a rosy glow.

He put his hands on the back of her thighs, encouraging her to spread her legs more.  He couldn’t help but run his fingers over and into her pussy again, playing with her until she moaned.

He removed his fingers.  “Not so fast, doll.” 

Chiz reached over Elmo to the table and plucked the silver egg out of the box.  He pushed it into her, holding her hips steady as she moved against the invasion.  He pushed the egg as deep as he could.  Once inside her, the only sign it was there at all was the loop of silver ribbon that peeked from between her lust-swollen lips.  He gave her ass a quick slap, grinning at the pink handprint that immediately appeared, as much as Elmo’s yelp of shock, and pulled her dress back into place.  He backed up to give her the room to stand, and pocketed the remote control.

Elmo smoothed her hands over her dress, making sure it was exactly in place.  It was snug enough that he could see she was clenching her thighs together.

“You better not turn this on while I’m behind the wheel.”  Elmo’s voice was throaty.  “I do not want to have to explain to a cop just why the accident occurred.”

Chiz mock saluted.  “I’ll be good.  I promise.”

Elmo laughed.  “Yeah, right.  Let’s go.”

~o0o~

Elmo drove them to a restaurant that wasn’t so high-end that they would refuse Chiz entry for not wearing a suit, but it was classy enough that it wasn’t full of noisy parties or kids.  It looked like the staff knew her.  She spoke some quick words with the waiter, and they were shown to a table for two in a quiet corner.  The lights were dim, so much the better to hide the flush that Chiz knew damn well he was going to raise on Elmo’s cheeks.

The waiter presented them with the food and wine menus.  After asking her preference, Chiz requested a beer for himself and red wine for Elmo.  While they waited for the waiter to return with the drinks, Chiz spared his menu a quick glance, and picked some easy and obvious choices.  He had things other than food on his mind now.

The drinks were served and they were alone again.  Elmo took a sip of her wine, and put her closed menu down on the table in front of her.  As well as being a carnivore, she didn’t fuck around taking forever to decide what she wanted to eat.  That pleased Chiz immensely.

“So, Andrea, huh?”

Shock crossed Elmo’s face and her eyes narrowed, but she was interested, not angry.  “Who told you?”

“You so sure I didn’t find it out on my own?”

“Yes.  You pronounced it properly.  People who see it on paper always say it as ‘An-dree-ah’ instead of ‘An-dray-ah’.

“Ahh, you got me.  I ran into your door guy at the gym today.”

“Shane?”

“If that’s the guy who was at the club last night, yeah, him.”

“Yep, that’s Shane.  You two seemed to have a lot in common?”  There was a sting to her tone.

“Jealous, doll?  ‘Cause he’s not really my type.”

She laughed at that.  “Did he tell you anything else about me?”

“No.  Why, doll?  You got a closet full of skeletons and a back yard full of bodies?”

Elmo’s, or Andrea’s, answer was interrupted by the waiter returning to take their order.

Chiz slipped his hand unobtrusively into his pocket, pulled out the remote, and turned the vibrator on.  Elmo was trying to speak to the young man.  Chiz could see the color rising in her face, could see her fighting the urge to move in her seat.  He fiddled with the controls, and realized he could turn the intensity of the vibrations up and down.  He smiled when Elmo stammered, losing her train of thought.  The waiter gave her a slightly concerned look. Chiz turned the vibrations off when the waiter turned to him to note his choices.

As the waiter moved away Elmo took a big sip of wine, smiling at him over the rim of her glass.  Now that they were no longer being observed, she did move in her seat a little.  He was going to make her beg tonight, and the thought made him feel giddy.

Chiz decided to distract her with conversation first, to keep her guessing about when he would turn the toy back on again.

“So, what secrets are you worried about Shane spillin’?”

He could tell that she hadn’t expected him to return to that precise point in their banter.

“He doesn’t know any secrets about me.”

“But you’re worried he’ll tell me somethin’?”

Elmo shrugged and began to toy with the stem of her wine glass.  “Not overly much.  I was wondering if he’d told you about the rest of the club.”

“The rest of it?  There’s more to it?”

Elmo was in the middle of taking a sip of wine.  She nodded as she swallowed. “Yes there is.”

“I gotta say, doll.  I’m impressed.  It’s all yours?”

“It is.”  The light in her eyes changed slightly.  “Chiz, what’re we doing here?”

“Makin’ small talk and tryin’ to get you off in public.”  Chiz flicked the vibrator on and off again suddenly.  Elmo’s eyes widened before she returned to the subject at hand.

“I wasn’t really expecting any of this getting-to-know-you shit.  I thought I was more of a… holiday romance, for you.”

Chiz hadn’t really given any specific thought to whether he wanted to know more about Elmo or whether he wanted to leave things as anonymous as they were.  He made up his mind on the spur of the moment.  “I wouldn’t put it quite like that, doll.  I want to know more about you.  Is that so bad?”

“Maybe, maybe not.  I suppose it depends on what you think about what you find out.”  She sat back in her seat.  “So, what do you want to know?”

“You from Alabama originally?”

“Yes.  But I was born and grew up in the north, near Decatur.  What about you?  You’re not from around here.”

“No.  I’m Texan born and bred, but I moved to Louisiana with my daddy before I was outta my teens.  There’s a little town called Absolution that’s my home now.”

“And is that where those Priests are?”  She asked him with a raised eyebrow.

He could hear the verbal quotation marks she’d put around the word ‘Priests.’  She’d been paying attention to his exchange with Shane.  “Yeah, they’re the club that I ride with.”

“Is that just for fun?”

“Do I look like a weekend warrior to you, doll?” 

Elmo laughed which took the edge of his irritation.  “No.  No you don’t.  I don’t know anything about that kind of thing, though.”

“That’s probably not a bad thing.”  Chiz muttered as he took a drink of his beer. He couldn’t imagine what the likes of Moira and Dolly would make of Elmo.  Having said that, if they got talking about shoes, they’d probably end up best friends.  Fuck, he didn’t know where he was going with a train of thought like that.

Rather than let his head lead him into even more dangerous territory, Chiz slowly turned the power up on the vibrator, while maintaining eye contact with Elmo.  He watched as her eyes widened slightly, saw her lips part before her tongue darted out to moisten them.  He turned it down again, giving her some moments to collect herself, before turning it up again, further this time.  He watched the flush creep up her neck before she bit her lower lip to keep from moaning aloud.  He turned the dial down again.  After allowing her several panting breaths, he turned it back up again.  Elmo clasped her hands on the table in front of her, twisting her fingers together, trying not to squirm. 

He tormented her for a few moments, then turned the toy off again.  “Anyway, you’re avoidin’ the question about what-all else you do at your club.”  Chiz was beginning to wonder about that.

Elmo took another drink. A big drink.  Chiz wondered if she wasn’t about to tell him that she ran a brothel.

“I’m a professional dominatrix.  The entire first floor of the club is dedicated to that.”

It took Chiz a moment to compute what she’d said.

“You’re a dominatrix?”  He ran back through some memories.  That illuminated some, but not others.  “I guess that’s where you got the toys and the fancy outfit from?”

“Yes.”  Elmo nodded as she took another sip of wine.

“What about that thing with the schoolgirl costume?  You weren’t very dominant that night, doll.”

“No.  I’m a professional dominatrix, I don’t live the lifestyle.”

“So, how did you end up doing what you do?”

Elmo took another quick drink and toyed with her fork a little before answering. 

“I started stripping in college.  It was better money than working most fast food joints, better hours too.  I was able to put a lot more time and effort into my studies.  Not long after I started, one of the other girls told me about the dominatrix thing, and that sounded like something that would fit me better.  It was a steep learning curve, very steep, but in the end I liked it better.  When I finished college I went into a regular job and stopped doing it, but then there was always something, a vacation a pair of shoes, that my paycheck couldn’t stretch to, so I started again for the extra cash.  Eventually it made more sense for me to give up the day job that made me miserable, and paid peanuts, and to start doing my own thing.”

Chiz had thought maybe she’d deflect the question.  He was surprised that she’d answered so fully.  “Like I said.  Impressive. So you don’t offer… other services at the club?”

Elmo actually looked offended.  “No.  That would be illegal.  In the same way that stripping isn’t, this isn’t.  We’re very careful about that.  If you’re looking for something like that, you wouldn’t find it in my club.”