It only occurred to me tonight, though, when I saw her get into Anderson’s fucking car, that she was old enough for things, and it was only a matter of time. I’d wanted to wait until I showed myself again. Wait until she got older, but I just needed to get her out of that prick’s car.
I didn’t know if I was ever going to take her to bed, but I definitely knew he wasn’t going to.
I finished up, making seven cans, and I took one into a stall, affixing it to the floor with the wooden stick underneath the seat, which lifted it up just a hair. I secured everything with tape and came back out, pulling her off the counter.
Lifting her up into my arms, I guided her legs around me and held her there, looking up at her.
“You been good?” I asked her.
Mischief pulled at the corners of her lips, and I stared at them, drawn in to the supple skin and how she’d tasted earlier. She tasted like watermelon. It must’ve been a lip gloss. Her cheekbones were more pronounced than two years ago, and her blue eyes more piercing with the mascara she’d started wearing.
She circled her arms around my neck, whispering, “Yeah.”
“You gonna keep being good?”
Her chest rose and fell against mine, our lips inches from each other.
But she didn’t say anything.
“Answer me.” I jostled her. “Tell me you’ll be good.”
She swallowed, but still didn’t answer. Instead, she whispered, “What will you do to me if I’m not good?”
Oh, Jesus. She sounded almost hopeful, and my cock swelled as I stared at her dark pink mouth, her parted lips, and I wanted to take them in mine and taste those fucking crazy words on her breath.
What wouldn’t I do to her…
“What will I do?” I repeated, brushing her mouth with mine as I carried her into the stall. “I’m going to throw you down…” I lowered us, leaning forward as she held onto me, breathless. “And give you…” Lower, lower. “A big…” Lower. “Fat…” Lower… “Spanking.”
And I dropped her ass on the toilet seat, the blaring, banshee cry of the air horn ripping through the theater, splitting my ears.
She screamed and scrambled off the toilet, grabbing onto me and bursting into laughter.
“Oh, my God!” Her face shined, and she looked fucking delighted.
I rolled my eyes, hoping no one heard that out on the street, so they wouldn’t find out my shame.
She lowered herself to the seat again, the horn blasted its shrill cry, and she startled, breaking out in laughter again.
I shook my head, pulling her off the seat. “You’re so gay.”
“Tame compared to what you’re used to?” she teased.
“Yes.”
God, if the guys found out about this… I needed to get her home before she made me T.P. a house tonight.
Maybe someday I’d take her on a real adventure.
Working quickly, I taped up all the horns, including the one in her boss’s office, so when the dancers, employees, and she came in tomorrow, they had a nice little scare.
I packed up all our gear, grabbed Winter, and turned off the lights and my flashlight on, leaving the building.
Once outside, I dumped everything back in the trunk, and moved to open the door.
“Wait,” Winter called out.
I looked up, seeing her head turn as if hearing something.