“That’s Lola!” Captain Tony had to practically yell to be heard over the music, and I turned my attention back to him as he set one of the margaritas on the counter. “She’s my cousin!”
Captain Tony’s cousin Lola was a tall, leggy blonde wearing a skin-tight leopard print dress and boots that came up to mid-thigh. She had herself draped nicely on Brian’s arm and I bristled at the thought of him finding someone again so soon after his treatment of Janie and Liz. I looked at our table and saw them sitting together, their heads, one blonde, one red, bent close. Janie pointed to Brian-she’d obviously seem him-and laughed. I waved to TJ-he was sitting on the other side of Janie. Henry got up and pulled Liz out on the dance floor as I watched. Doc and Gretchen were already out there.
“Lola likes the pretty boys,” Captain Tony said with a wink, putting another strawberry margarita on the bar next to the first.
“I’m sure he’ll be very photogenic.” Carrie laughed, picking up her drink and taking a sip. She winked back at Captain Tony. “I owe you one.” Captain Tony waved her comment away with a grin, turning to his next customer, but I looked at her, puzzled, as we moved back toward our table.
“What was that all about?” I asked as we threaded our way through the people. I looked for Brian and Lola at the bar, but they were gone, and a brief scan didn’t turn them up.
Carrie took the chair Henry had vacated, and I took Liz’s-they were dirty-dancing out on the floor under the old-style disco ball, the changing lights mirrored in their hungry eyes. Henry and I had passed in the hallway or smiled at each other over dinner a few times, but he hadn’t been away from Liz much since they’d first hooked up, and I considered that a good thing, for both of them.
Carrie smiled cryptically. “You’ll see.”
“Come dance with me!” Janie grabbed TJ’s hand and pulled him toward the dance floor. He shrugged helplessly at me, but I just grinned and waved him on.
“What are you up to?” I nudged her, sipping my margarita-god, it was strong! It made my eyes water.
“Me?” Carrie watched as TJ danced with her daughter. Janie was pressed closer than convention should allow, and she was whispering something in his ear. “What are you up to?”
I shrugged, flushing, wondering just what Janie was whispering to my husband. Two weeks ago, it would have made me crazy with jealousy.
Now…now it just made me crazy with lust. Watching the two of them together made my ass clench and my nipples tingle.
“Did you talk to Doc?” I asked, my gaze shifting to them out on the dance floor. They were a sweet sight, Gretchen’s head resting on Doc’s shoulder.
“I did.” Carrie nodded, taking a long, hard sip of her drink.
I hadn’t expected to bring it up. I wanted to wait for her to tell me, but I was so anxious to know. I wanted to tell TJ. And Janie. I wanted it so bad I could taste it.
“If it’s really what Janie wants…” Carrie slid a hand under the table and squeezed my thigh. “We’re all for it.”
“Really?” I gaped at her, my heart hammering in my chest. I’d hoped, of course, but hadn’t really expected them to agree.
“She’ll love it.” Carrie looked at her daughter, turned in TJ’s arms now, her bottom pressed to his crotch as she wiggled back against him. “We can’t protect her forever.”
The music suddenly stopped and the dance floor went dark. The whole bar objected in collective surprise and then the huge flat-screen TV monitors above the stage flickered on. There was no sound at first, just a picture, but I recognized both of the people on the screen-the woman was Captain Tony’s cousin Lola, sitting up on a counter with her legs spread, her dress pushed up around her hips, and the guy fucking her was unmistakably Brian.
“Ah, here’s the show…” Carrie sat back with a smile, crossing one long, tanned leg over the other. The whole bar was stopped now, transfixed, watching the scene on the screen. The sound piped in then through the overhead speakers, loud and clear.
“That’s a good boy,” Lola moaned, wrapping her thigh-high boots around Brian’s waist. His jeans were down to his ankles, his bare ass clenching as he pumped his cock deep into her.
I gaped at the screen, looking over at a grinning Carrie. What in the hell was going on?”
“Do you like Lola’s pussy?” the woman on the screen purred.
“Yeah… yeah…” Brian gasped, not slowing. “Feels good…”
The blonde reached down and lifted up the leopard-print dress pooled in her lap, revealing something that made me do a double take before she asked,
“Maybe you’ll like Lola’s cock, too?”
Lola wrapped her hand around a not-inconsiderable length of flesh rising up from between her legs-and it didn’t belong to Brian. He was still inside of her…him?… I stared in disbelief as the blonde began to pump his…her…cock, right up against Brian’s stomach.
“Holy crap!” Brian tried to move back, his face a mask of horror in his realization, but Lola had him in a vice grip, her stiletto’s digging into his ass as she pulled him in deep. “What the fuck?!”
“That’s a good boy,” Lola murmured again, her hand squeezing the length of her cock, pumping fast. “Fuck my pussy while I stroke my dick for you.” Brian groaned, not in a good way, and tried again to get away, but there was nowhere to go. Lola was a head taller than he was, and obviously a great deal stronger.
“You did this?” I leaned in to ask Carrie the question as she watched the scene, still grinning.
She didn’t answer, but her grin widened as she raised her glass and said,
“Go Lola!”
“Get off me!” Brian yelped as Lola wrestled him to the floor, the clear winner as she sank down onto his cock again, her own cock hard in her hand.
“Jesus, you freak, get the hell off me!”
Funny how Brian’s erection didn’t disappear, though, I noticed, as the whole bar howled with laughter at his protest. Lola slapped his belly with her cock as he tried to buck her off by thrusting his hips.
“Oooooo that’s good!” Lola squealed as Brian writhed and pushed at her.
“You like Lola’s pussy, don’t you?”
Brian growled his protest again. “Get the fuck off me!”
“I’m going to get off,” Lola said simply, quickly standing and planting a stiletto heel in the middle of his chest, lifting her dress high and pumping her cock fast. “All over you.”
The whole bar cheered when Lola grunted and came, a fat splotch of cum landing first in Brian’s gaping mouth, making him gag and turn his head as the next blast hit him in the cheek, the next threading across his chest and dripping onto the tip of Lola’s black boot.
“You bitch!” Brian groaned and rolled away as Lola lifted her boot from his chest. The transvestite found her panties and put them back on as Brian gagged and crawled in the opposite direction.
“I’d keep that thing in your pants from now on if I were you.” Lola smirked, grabbing her purse from the counter. “Or you might get an even bigger surprise next time.” Lola looked right at the camera, blowing a kiss, and the whole bar erupted in laughter and cheers that only grew louder when the screen went blank and Lola stepped out from Captain Tony’s back room.
“Thank you! Thank you!” The blonde fluffed her hair and preened. And I suppose we should have expected it-maybe they were, which was why Doc and Henry were right there, standing next to Lola as Brian lunged out of the back room to tackle the transvestite who had just humiliated him in front of a crowd of people.
“You aren’t welcome here!” Captain Tony called as Doc and Henry disposed of a furious Brian out on the street. The bar was still buzzing about what had happened, but the lights were back on, as was the music, the disco ball lazily turning as if nothing had happened.