Back Room Ch. 04

He got out of the cab first and leaned over to pay the driver through the window. She leaned back, enjoying the site of his firm butt. She loved the look of his body. He wasn't perfect but it was his very imperfections that made him more approachable, more enjoyable, more human. He was drastically overpaying on the tip. She laughed silently thinking how much their show must have been worth. She shook her head and followed him out of the car.

A few of her friends were renting a house in the student quarter, a lease grandfathered from their days in college. She still hung out with them on occasion but these days the most contact she had was over the phone every couple of days or so to catch up. Of course any time she needed to vent or consolation she'd call too. They were still her best friends despite the distance estranged professions placed between them. The other dancers at her club treated her well, but the obvious insistence the bosses placed on her lesser status translated directly to the attitudes of those she worked with.

The rumbling bass of the music could be heard clearly as the approached the front door. As it got later the police would inevitably arrive to order the party finished but, unless the attitude of the neighbors had changed greatly in the past couple of months, that remained hours away. Now the lights were low, all replaced with colored bulbs or simply muted by draped fabric. There would be a keg for the general guests and a private stash of something harder for friends like her.

She turned to him as the cab sped off. He looked hesitant to go in, not a surprise since he'd already had to deal with negative group dynamics once tonight. She had known by his expression that something more than simply suggesting strippers as entertainment had upset him. At a guess they suggested her specifically, possibly impugning her virtue in the process. She wasn't positive, but he was the type of man to become hostile to those kinds of suggestions and the anger had been clearly written on his face.

She clutched his arm with both hands and practically hung her weight on him. He barely noticed so she began to direct him forward. He gained confidence as they approached the door until she could finally just hold him, comfortably possessive, by the time they knocked. The woman who answered the door stepped aside instinctively although her expression seeing him was mixed confusion and interest. He was unknown but worth investigating. She couldn't help but cling tighter to his arm as mild jealousy flowed through her. The action brought Patience's attention to bear, her face lighting up with recognition.

"I didn't think you'd make it! You always have to work or else you're off with the guy." Patience looked back up at him understanding registering without removing the interest. Another tiny flare of annoyed jealousy flashed in response to the arrogance. As if she didn't matter, as if some time he would be free of her long enough to swoop in and claim him. "I can't fault you for the distraction." Although the words were directed at her the gruff purr of her voice was entirely meant for him.

Pushing past and into the party she called over her shoulder. "I called to find out what everyone was up to. I wasn't expecting to be able to bring him but things turned out perfectly."

Patience tried to pitch her voice low enough not to be heard. "It certainly did." She heard anyway and bristled. The one among her friends she didn't quite trust had apparently decided he was worth investigating at least. She could only hope for nothing further since the two shared so many physical qualities he enjoyed. Unfortunately her 'friend' carried them slightly better than she did.

She hurried into the kitchen, discreetly tossing the tied and used condom into the trash on her way past. Depositing him by the keg to acquire them both beers, she moved into the crowd in search of her best friend. Claire was easy to spot, wearing the most flamboyant dress imaginable. The woman's philosophy was that if people were going to stare at her for her weight she might as well attract attention in any way she could. She laughed and waved. Claire returned the wave enthusiastically hurrying through the crowd to reach her. "I'm glad you could come! Sucks about the club tonight but it's business I suppose. Besides I won't complain about a chance to hang out with you for a night."

Her smile was tired but she couldn't do anything but agree. Suddenly her smile brightened and she took her best friend's hand, dragging her towards the kitchen. "On a bright note I have a surprise to show you." Claire looked confused but delighted by the upbeat attitude.

Slowly the two worked their way through the crowd and into the kitchen. She knew when her friend spotted the newcomer, 'fresh meat', but couldn't bring herself to be jealous. A spark of pain hit her heart that she could be so insensitive but she simply couldn't see Claire as a threat. The woman was the kindest, most gentle person she ever met, and knew from the occasional boyfriends that she was incredible in bed. It shamed her that some part of her still could not overcome judging her friend's appearance.

Her best friend looked over from him to her standing next to him and the connection dawned. Claire's eyes lit up and she enfolded the confused man in a giant hug. "It's so wonderful to meet you! You can't believe the changes you've made in our little girl here! She's so much happier, much more relaxed, and I haven't even gotten a single late night phone call in a month and a half. I can only attribute that to you taking extra care of her!"

He blushed and looked away, trying to mumble something appropriate. She smiled and had pity on him, interlacing her fingers with his. "This is Claire." His eyes lit up as he finally understood. Now he returned the hug with all his strength.

"She's told me all about you. It's wonderful to meet you too." The two were going to get along wonderfully. "I was afraid her inviting me might be uncomfortable since no one knows me." Finally Claire released him. His arm slid comfortably around the small of her back resting where it had in the cab and drawing her tight to his side. The familiar flush of excitement coursed through her at the blessed contact.

"Nonsense. Look around," she waved a hand at the crowd, "we couldn't possibly know all of these people. It's almost more of a block party than anything. That's why we never get noise complaints, everyone from houses around is here." The two couldn't help but laugh. If she wasn't entirely accurate it certainly seemed close enough given the packed rooms. "Besides, you'd have been more than welcome if it had been close friends only." From Patience that would have sounded like innuendo but Claire said it with nothing but honest truth. "But I thought he couldn't come?"

"Plans changed. It was 'guys night' but I just didn't feel comfortable around them anymore." It was all she could do to keep from jumping in surprise as his hand slid lower to first cup, then squeeze her butt. As the slight tingle faded she almost regretted initiating their torment contest. He now had a distinct advantage with hormones no longer flooding his system. Worse, her inspired actions in the cab only made her more horny while relieving all of his discomfort. She contemplated relinquishing the victory this night to drag him into one of her friends' bedrooms and insisting he follow through with his promise to pleasure her.

Claire looked at her rather than him. "Growing up a bit is he?"

She laughed. "He started that way. He's just lost patience with them." She couldn't keep her leg from twitching as his finger pressed lightly into the crease between her cheeks. The action itself was safe but it hinted at torment to come. The simple suggestion sent a pulse of desire through her body, jumpstarted early by their fun in the backseat.

Calm as can be he handed her a beer he'd placed on the table pushed against the wall. There was a twinkle in his eyes that betrayed the intent of the subtle shift of his hand. Claire sensed something occurring but could find no sign of foul play, failing to notice the slight tension in the material covering her hips and lust. Claire simply smiled a knowing smile and shook her head. "I'll let you get back to enjoying yourselves." She snickered slightly before continuing. "Find me later so we can catch up. K?"

She nodded in response. "I will." With a final smile her best friend wandered off, leaving her at his mercy. His hand squeezed once more, this time tugging at her flesh just enough that the skin pulled against puckered muscles and caused her to gasp. She smacked his chest with the back of her hand and he laughed. He knew he was going to win the night. She tried to look annoyed but devolved into a grin as she considered what he would be doing later. Her imagination proved as effective as his taunts when a shudder raced through her body. His grin widened, showing he knew his every taunt held a secondary aftereffect that she could never match against him.

She shifted, sliding her body across his slowly in order to look up into his eyes. As she pressed against him their bodies concealed her free hand. Slowly her hand descended, rubbing against the flaccid bulge she treasured. Slowly she caressed, pushing only slightly to excite, rather than overwhelm, the sensitive nerves. Her voice dropped to a growl full of promise. "Remember, you might have an easier time exciting me, but yours is harder to hide." She ended by cupping and squeezing the entire package and was rewarded by the cruel pulse of life within.

She stepped back, satisfied with his mollified look of defiance. The bulge, noticeable under any circumstances in his tight pants, had indeed grown slightly. He wasn't so large that anyone but she, who now knew his body intimately, would recognize the beginnings of his condition. It was only the faintest of starts and he would need a lot more work before he was ready for a second round but the night could prove a long one for him if she set her mind to it.

She smiled cruelly. Did it matter if he actually finished a second time? After all the longer he stayed hard the more fun her ride, especially if he fulfilled his promise first. His jaw dropped in shock as he stared at her, almost as if he read her thoughts. Of course he probably did know what her smile implied, their senses of humor being so similar. She tried to hide her mouth behind her cup only to burst out laughing when he, for the third time that night, stuck his tongue out. Her traitor body responded to the jibe by clenching deep muscles even as she laughed.

He took his own beer and the two merged into the crowd to enjoy the party. She enjoyed watching the living currents as people flowed around each other, going for more alcohol, to the bathroom, or to dance in the unofficially designated corner. He wanted to bring her to dance but a single cocked eyebrow reminded him it was her day off. He laughed and wandered off to the corner. Over the next hour she hung out catching up with friends as he alternated dancing and returning to refresh their frequently empty drinks and press his body to hers.

Where he could he would play; a slight brush against her nipple here, a squeeze of her butt there, even the occasional caress pressing her dress between her legs. The meticulous buildup was beginning to drive her nuts. She gave as good as she got but somehow he seemed to burn off the sexual tension as he danced. It was an amazing ability of his. If she didn't manage to get him right to the very edge, or fairly close to it, his frustration would slowly fade. She'd never known a man who didn't suffer 'blue-balls' before.

On the other hand she was just about ready to drag him away. She knew the house well and could probably discover an open bedroom. Her mind set she looked to the dance corner and discovered him missing. Her smile began to fade as she realized her cup was empty. He hadn't been through to get her drink so he hadn't gone to the kitchen. It was possible he'd gone to the bathroom. She wandered towards the hall, determined to molest him the moment he left the bathroom, as fire raged deep within her core.

As she wandered past the dining room her blood froze. Every trace of alcohol and lust seemed to burn from her body as rage consumed her. There, where the couch had been moved from the main room, he sat. His hands wrapped firmly around the tight stomach of Patience. The slut's hips ground against his lust as she straddled him. With her miniskirt hiked to her waist the world could clearly see the piece of string she tried to pass as a thong as it slid between quite visible lips. Her shirt twirled above her head causing her barely covered tits to sway hypnotically inches from his nose. Was this how he'd managed to calm himself all night? She tried to look up, past the dazed smile, but she couldn't bring herself to look into his beautiful blue pools. She didn't know whether she feared to see his enjoyment or his deceit.

"Shit!" Even as she spun she heard him starting to rise, dumping the bitch from his lap. She was halfway to the door when he started calling her name, Patience calling his in turn. She stumbled in her heels, the many rounds of beer affecting her balance despite her apparent clarity. She knew he was catching up so she kicked off her shoes and rushed for the door. In moments she was free into the night air, heading down the street toward the cab stand.

His hand latched around her elbow not thirty feet from the cabs. She stumbled as he spun her to face him but he caught her surely in a vice grip on both her arms, holding her steady. His grip relaxed instantly, assured she regained her balance. "It wasn't what it looked like!"

"Sure it wasn't! That's why that," she smacked the firm bulge in his pants causing him to flinch in pain, "is so calm!" She had known he was hard the moment she saw the two. She loved his equipment, the way it felt, the way it reacted to her, and often saw him first by it. Now it had betrayed his true nature. "Maybe you should have called me earlier. I could have gotten one of the other girls to come along and made some money. That way you could have sowed your oats without trying to hide it. Hell, maybe I should go over there now!" The pain was replaced by a look of utter horror as she aimed her words as defiantly as her hand. Perhaps some part of her even meant it.

Even through his frustration he flagged one of the cars, its engine roaring to life in response. "Look I didn't do anything." Intense pain echoed in his voice. She was glad. She hadn't intended to hit hard enough to hurt him but she felt no remorse. "I was coming back from the bathroom when she found me in there. Before I knew it she'd pushed me onto the couch and climbed on top of me. I was trying to push her off when you got there." There was more than pain in his voice, there was desperation. Of course he might simply not want to lose his sure lay but she thought he was being honest. She'd been fooled before though.

The cab pulled up and he held open the door for her. She got in but he waited outside watching her. She could pull the door closed and leave him standing there or let him ride with her. That was the decision he left open to her. She could afford the cab home but it would be much easier to split the fair. She figured she could deal with him as far as his place so she grudgingly nodded him in. The relief in his eyes as he smiled feebly and climbed in tugged at her but she resisted, remembering how well men learned to lie with their eyes.

When the driver asked for the location he looked to her and she gave his address wanting the last leg alone to gather her thoughts. As the cab barreled through the streets she pressed against her side and noticed that he sat near the other door. His body language was conflicted. His head kept trying to turn to watch her only to be recalled before he could. His legs and hips kept inching closer before he caught it and pulled back. All this she saw in the meek reflection of the window. If he was pretending he was a maestro, playing every little tick and tell of the concerned lover and none of the guilty. Of course she expected no less if he had been playing her the whole time.

As the cab pulled around the corner a block from his building her phone rang. She fumbled about her bag desperate to grab it before whoever was calling hung up. Finally she got it out flipped it open and, seeing Claire's cell number hit 'send' to accept the call. She was barely into the greetings when the car came to a stop. "Look, I'm sorry about what happened." He got out and leaned through the passenger window to pay for this leg of the trip with tip.

"It wasn't your fault. I should have known what would happen. I should have realized what he's like." He flinched but she ignored him, just as successfully as she ignored his tight ass walking away, or the defeated slump of his shoulders. Oh, he was a master all right. From the first moment in the club!

"What? He encouraged it? Did he admit that or something?"

The confused questions startled her out of her reverie of watching him slink away. "What? No, not really. But isn't it obvious? He was holding her for Christ's sake. His face was practically buried in her tits! And he was certainly hard from her grinding!"

"Where to now lady?"

"Oh love, it's not like that. Really." Claire paused, taking a deep breath before continuing. "Mary saw the whole thing. He was on his way into the kitchen when Patience cut him off, pressing against him. When he tried to back away she pushed him back onto the couch. Apparently he'd had a bit to drink and she, watching the door, was sober so it was easy. She was on top of him instantly and pulled off her shirt before he could react." The cabbie repeated his question but she simply held up a finger indicating a moment. "He pushed her off and then bolted for the door. That's all we knew until someone mentioned they saw you storming out." There was another heartfelt pause. "Baby, I knew I shouldn't have invited Patience but she's been calm recently. I'm sorry it had to happen, but even more to you. Please don't hold it against the rest of us?"

She was stunned. "Of course not." It barely came out. "Look, I think I handled it way wrong on my end. I really gotta go. I'll give you a call tomorrow?"

"Sure. I know you'll be able to fix this, whatever it is. He seems like a good guy. I'll talk to you tomorrow." She heard the click from the other end and dropped the closed phone back in her bags. Tears blurred her vision as she looked at the expectant driver. She handed him a couple of unseen bills as a tip for waiting before hurrying out of the cab and to the front door. The door remained open until eleven so she passed through without difficulty and hurried up the two flights, pausing outside his door to collect herself. She wiped away the tears, took a deep breath, pulled back her shoulders and knocked.

There was some shuffling inside but no motion towards the door. She knocked again. "One moment." She waited, leaning against the doorframe with her arms crossed as he neared the door. When he opened it he wasn't even looking, so focused was he on the phone in his other hand. "I'm so sorry! I honestly don't know what happened. It seems like one minute I was about to get a beer and the next she was practically on top of me!"

"She was on top of you." His voice stopped as hers registered. He spun to face her, the phone dropping to his side. With his eyes wide and mouth open in stunned silence she fought to keep her face calm, to keep from bursting into laughter at the cliched expression. Instead she nodded towards the phone. "You should probably hang that up if it's to my machine." Of it's own accord his thumb keyed it off.