High Card - Open

[TheNiteSiren]

Carrie had no idea how she had gotten herself into this mess. Oh yeah. That clown, Link McGraw, had dared to call her a windbag and said that she didn’t know how to have fun. The two of them had met the day Link was hired on to pick up the load that was overwhelming Carrie’s desk. They worked in a real estate company that specialized in commercial property. She wasn’t a social creature and usually kept to herself but her work was always top-notch. The man rubbed her the wrong way from the very beginning. His jokes were crude and it seemed to be his mission in life to make her blush.

Carrie had been raised in a very strict Catholic home where even television wasn’t allow because her parents thought it corrupted today’s youth.
When it came to sex, she was awkward and had a hard time letting go with someone. Maybe it was because she had never really felt that spark with anyone. Today had been a bad one for her. Someone had decided to sneak a frog into her chair. Only one person knew how terrified of those things she was. That was Link. When she stomped into his office demanding he get rid of the amphibian, he just flashed that bad boy smile at her. Carrie eventually got Samual, the maintenance man, to spirit Kermit off to someone far away from her. Just to get back at him, she called her cousin, L.P. Bourque, to tow Link’s car to the parking lot of that gay club that catered to those who liked shemales. That left her feeling pretty cheerful.

Not an hour later she got a buzz on her speaker phone and turned it on, thinking it was her assistant. It was Link ‘reminding’ her that she left her bra in his backseat from last night. That wouldn’t have bothered her if she didn’t have a client with her at the time. After that incident, Carrie locked her door and continued on with doing phone calls and some of the paper work for a sale she just closed. By the time she was done, her clock read 8 pm. She packed up her suitcase to get ready to leave when someone knocked on her door. A cocky voice answered that despite the fact that she was allergic to fun, he wanted to see if she wanted to join the card game. Link and several others liked to get together once a week to play cards and relax.

That was how she ended up in the middle of a bet that she had just lost. ”We draw for the high card. If you win, then you can name it and I will have to do it. If I win, you’re mine for a whole day.” Like an idiot she accepted, thinking she could beat him at his own game and just maybe get the upper hand for once. Carrie had drawn the 2 of hearts and she was totally screwed. Whatever Link had in mind would not be so simple. Something about this man always pissed her off. He always knew how to get to her. Sometimes she swore he lived just to piss her off.

 

[UnderTheTable]

Deuce

The 2 of hearts. It couldn't have been a better card for her to draw of he'd planned it. And good ol' Link certainly wouldn't do a thing like that... Would he? If only she knew that in the late night poker dens across town, he was known as Link McGraw, King of the Draw.

The look on her face was priceless. He almost felt that in itself was more than payment enough for the bet. Almost. He couldn't believe she'd agreed to the terms. But there she was, deuce of hearts in hand, and his for a whole day. And he was determined that she was going to have fun; whether she liked it or not!

She'd been a pain in his side from the moment he'd met her. It was him that was coming in to take some of the weight off her, reduce the burden, lighten the load. But had she been grateful? Had she hell. She'd acted like a spoiled child who'd just been told they had to share their toys. She'd been rude, refused to give him the keys to some of the locked filing cabinets and deliberately sabotaged some of his sales. Now a joke was a joke, Link was fine with that. But when you come between a man and his commission, you've crossed a line.

He was cool about having his car towed. He'd deserved that after the incident with the frog. And he had to admit that leaving it at 'Jockstrap Sally's' - which was the nickname he had for the shemale bar - was a nice touch.

Still, according to his calculations, she'd cost him about 600 bucks in commission this month. And that's why he'd goaded her into the card game. And like a lamb to the slaughter, she'd taken the bait.

She was his. For a full 24 hours. And he was going to make the most of it. Dragging her along to "Sally's" to retrieve his car would just be the start of it.

He drew a deep breath and stared her in the eye with his most smug and satisfied expression before casually turning over the king of clubs.

"Looks like I win," he said as he slowly wiped his mouth with his fingers, like a man who'd just enjoyed a gourmet meal.

"When does the clock start?"

 

[TheNiteSiren]

Carrie turned a very sickly shade of white. What the hell was he planning? That look on his face was frankly making her feel a bit anxious. “Might as well get it over with as quickly as possible to so let’s start the clock now.” The other players were gone now and the rumor mill was probably buzzing this. There were days when she wished she just stayed in bed. Her best friend, Rita Mayfield, had even suggested that the whole reason Carrie found him so irritating is because she was attracted to him.

At this point, she might have to give Rita’s theory come credence. There was no way Link was going to make this easy on her and spending the next 24 hours with him was going to be one hell of a test of her control. She kept those walls up around herself for a long time. There was no way she was going to let some office clown tear them down so easily. He wasn’t going to get to her.

“Lincoln,” She knew he hated when people called him that. “Just get this started so I can get one with my life. It a weekend so you have me until Sunday morning.” Carrie hated that she would have to allow anyone that close to her but she made the bet and she always kept her word. It was obvious though that Link would never let her forget it. Did the man have to be so damn attractive?

 

[UnderTheTable]

Link was a little startled that she'd suggested they get it over with straight away. He'd expected her to concoct some story about having to visit relatives this weekend in order to postpone, at least for a week or two. But she hadn't. He couldn't help letting a sly smirk escape as he realised it probably just hadn't occurred to her.

And besides, she called him Lincoln, knowing it annoyed him. So he wasn't about to let her off the hook. If she wanted things to get started straight away, so be it. After all, he needed his car.

He noticed that the colour had drained from her face. But there was something else. She'd lost the early defiance and confidence she'd started the card game with. In fact, if he had to guess, he'd probably say she looked a little bit...scared.

He smirked again.

He couldn't shake the feeling there was something else too. He watched her for a moment, shifting uneasily, wondering what he had in store. And then he noticed. She glanced him up and down. And though it was only fleeting, as her eyes reached his crotch, then his toned torso, up to his firm jaw, she flushed.

The blood may have drained from her face, but it was pumping right into her upper chest. He knew there was no surer sign of arousal. 'Very interesting', he thought. Was it him, just him...or was it the power thing. Did he care?

If she was in any way aroused, it should make her more compliant. He decided to test the theory.

"OK Carrie," he said firmly. "Why don't we go get my car?"

He heard her mumble something about grabbing her car keys but he cut her off.

"You won't be taking your car. You need to call yourself a cab. But don't think you're heading straight to Sally's...er... I mean 'the bar'.

"I can't turn up with you looking like that, you'll stand out like a sore thumb. You know what sort of bar it is don't you, Carrie?"

He didn't wait for an answer.

"So you're gonna have to go shopping for some different clothes. Sure, a white blouse and pencil skirt is great for the office, but it's hardly the attire befitting this city's newest shemale starlet. No, you need something much shorter and much tighter. And the make up too. You know how these 'girls' wear it....? With abandon. That's what I want. I want your face to be visible from the international space station. Is that clear? If not, think "slutty"."

Her horror was palpable. But he didn't want to give her thinking time. Otherwise, she might figure out a way of getting out of this whole thing.

"Listen, it's what now? Around 9:30? I'll meet you in the car park at the club at 10:45. Trust me you don't want to be late."

He stared at her hard. She flushed again slightly and turned away.

"You better call that taxi," he said, and walked away.

 

[TheNiteSiren]

Carrie didn’t know whether she wanted to cry or scream. That asshole! For advice on what to do, she called Rita who immediately said to meet her at some store called Truckie’s. Judging from the name there was no way she was going to find something before his deadline. It was only a block over and Rita met her there. At no point did Link ever say she couldn’t have help. Rita began handing her dresses and scurried her over to the dressing rooms. The woman looked like a kid at Christmas.

Carrie had a nice figure but had never been comfortable showing off her body. Dress after dress met with Rita’s disapproval until she came out in a glittering sequined piece of heaven cut at the top of the thigh. The neckline dipped so low that her naval showed. “Rita, I don’t know about this.” Rita just waved her off. “If you want to beat this boy at his own game, you not only have to wear this dress but own it. Don’t let him get to you.”

Rita waved someone over. “Carrie, this is my friend Emerald Eyes.” The 6 foot 3 drag queen was a beautiful example of what could be done with makeup and a little time. “She’s a make-up artist for that show that’s in town. I think she can fix you up without getting you too slutty. Link can kiss my ass but my girl is gonna look like the diva I know she is on the inside.” At that moment Carrie realized how much Rita’s friendship really meant to her. She smiled a real smile for one. “Need to do that more, honey.” Emerald said. “She has dimples. Such a cutie.”

They guided her to a room in the back where Emerald added in glitter and vibrant colors to her face. Her dark brown hair was poofed and sprayed, jewelry slipped onto her fingers. “Voila! Behold my masterpiece. I think I shall call it ‘Ruby Seduction.’” Rita looked at her like she was a whole other person. “Babygirl, you look you belong on a stage.” Emerald swiveled her to the mirror and Carrie could just gape at herself. Never in her life had she worn makeup this way. A little boost of confidence made her feel ready to face Lincoln.

Emerald also fitted her with some shoes. Thank god she loved high heels or she wouldn’t make it in these things. Carrie took a cab to the bar. The driver waved her cab fee, stuttering a bit when she smiled at him. “What the hell?” She pecked the old man on the cheek which made him turn beet red. She just chuckled. That sweet old man liked to talk about his grandkids. She had never known what a happy family was like. Her parents had divorced when she was 3. The rest of her life was all about court fights and step-family.

Carrie could see the back of the car that Lincoln was waiting for her in. Might as well get it over with. She walked with confidence to the vehicle, knocking on the window for him to unlock the door. Once he did she sat down in the passenger seat. Whatever reaction she was going to get, she knew it was gonna be interesting. Lincoln was not what she would call predictable.

 

[UnderTheTable]

Link watched through his rear-view mirror as the vision in sequins gave the old taxi driver a kiss on the cheek. He noticed that no money changed hands. "Dirty old perv," he mumbled to himself. "Probably waived the fare for a quick blowjob. But, with the girls who frequent this place, who was blowing who?" He laughed to himself at the thought.

He watched her walking on those legs that didn't stop, until she moved out of his field of vision. He could hear her monster heels clacking on the ground with each butt-shaking sway of her hips. Soon, she'd pass in front of his car and he'd be able to check out the ass he could only imagine had been poured into the glimmering silver number.

He waited as the footsteps grew louder, but they stopped, and no-one passed by the car.

He looked around and was startled to see someone at the passenger side window. He was about to hit her with one of his famous 'Link-lines' - when he realised it was Carrie.

His mouth went dry as he fumbled to unlock the door.

His heart was racing and for a moment, he felt like a teenager again, all hormones and confusion.

Carrie slid into the car trying to be demure, but in that outfit she didn't have a chance. Link could do nothing but stare. Her face, her hair, her clothes. She was like something straight out of a wet dream.

In the time they'd worked together, he had never really noticed how attractive she was, yet now it screamed at him.

He couldn't believe the transformation. She'd followed his instructions to the letter. The clothes revealed more of her than even he'd expected and her make-up was anything but subtle. Not only a symphony of colour but glitter as well.

This would be great if she was someone he'd picked up. If they were on an actual 'date'. The problem was he wanted to humiliate her but there was no chance of that. He knew without setting foot in the place that she'd be the best looking girl in there.

He was annoyed. But as he took in the full extent of her outfit, with it's low cut front and high cut leg, his cock got hard in his pants.

He shifted in the car seat so she'd have no way of knowing.

He struggled to gather his thoughts. His head was swimming with the possibilities. When he'd made the bet just a few small hours ago, he was expecting a weekend of pranks and humiliation. The vision he'd originally had was one of her sobbing in frustrated tears while learning a lesson of humility. Now, the vision was of her in his bed, and on the dining room table, in front of the fire, writhing and sweating...but still learning a lesson.

He snapped himself out of his daydream. He could tell she'd grown into her new look and grown in confidence. He couldn't believe she'd managed such a turnaround within the time he'd given her. He needed to reassert control.

"Not bad," he said, managing to sound almost bored. "You look like you belong on stage!"

He winked as he made that last remark. And the pause afterwards seemed to punctuate some kind of threat. He felt sure he'd seen a flash of fear on her eyes.

As they exited the car and began the walk toward the bar entrance, he stopped her.

"Just one thing. Carrie really isn't a name that fits your new persona."

He was pleased to see her nodding in agreement. As she was momentarily distracted, he discreetly checked the last message he'd received.

"I know," he announced. "We'll call you Ruby."

Carrie visibly stiffened at the reference, but seemingly dismissed it as coincidence.

"Let's go grab a drink," said Link, taking her arm in as gentlemanly manner as he could manage.

 

[TheNiteSiren]

Link looked a little taken aback by her appearance. Carrie wondered if it really made that much of a difference with him. Far as she knew, he had never liked her and had caused her nothing but aggravation since day 1. She never asked to be attracted to him. Things would be much easier if she could just hate the idiot and that be that. She could imagine what was going on in that head of his. They had worked together for only a brief amount of time but Carrie knew how devious Link could be when he wanted to. The veiled threat in the comment about her belonging on stage made her turn a little pale. Music had a passion of hers once but she had been forced to give it up in an effort to make a living at something more grounded.

Carrie had to hold back a chuckle when he called her Ruby. Emerald would be happy to see her creation inspired similar reactions. She decided to go against her usual behavior and took her arm. “I could use one right about now.” She murmured under her breath. Carrie was surprised when they got inside and the bartender was her best friend, Rita. The older woman smiled at the both of them as she wiped down the bar counter. “Something I can get for you folks?” Carrie had to hide the smile on her face from Link. No wonder Rita knew about Truckie’s and this bar, she owned it. She did her best to sit ladylike on the bar stool. “A bay breeze, please.”

It was a little nerve wracking to have so many people looking at her. Carrie had been a shy child and often got lost in her books. It was one of the few things that made dealing with the family drama bearable. Before she knew it, Emerald had dropped practically into her lap. “Babygirl, you picked a good night to come down here. It’s karaoke night! I am definitely going to do my version of Copa Cabana!” Someone pulled the illustrious shemale into a crowd of dancers and Carrie had to giggle, her dimples making her seem 10 years younger.

Rita placed her drink in front of her and Carrie took a sip while Rita leaned in slightly and whispered, “That one is sporting a woody that is definitely going to get him some attention. Give him hell, babygirl.” Carrie almost choked on the drink. It never occurred to her that Link might see her as anything but a colleague. It was well known in the office that he was love ‘em and leave ‘em type. That was never how she did things but she always had problems dropping her guard enough to really enjoy sex with a man.

“So, Link. What else do you have planned for me?” Carrie picked up a cherry from a small bowl, holding it between her lips a moment before eating it. The waiting was what was killing her, not to mention that she needed to get away from him before the attraction became too obvious. If Rita was wrong and that woody wasn’t from her, he would have a field day with knowing she felt something for him.

 

[UnderTheTable]

Link walked into the bar with her and tried to hide the fact he'd stopped at his 'usual' seat. He watched as Carrie exchanged a few words with 'Reet Petite' behind the bar. He almost laughed out loud thinking about how Carrie had no idea that he and Rita had known each other since the first day he'd arrived in town to take up his job at the real estate office.

He'd asked around about the best place to have a good time and someone suggested this place. Within his first week in town, he was a regular. And because he wasn't at work, trying to prove anything to his new colleagues, he relaxed a little bit. And that was just enough for the real him to be visible to those that knew what to look for.

Rita had spotted straight away that behind the arrogance and bravado was someone desperate to be liked. Being in a new town had put his guard up. But after a few nights in the bar, the act had worn off and most of the girls in the place had come to like him.

But tonight was a night for 'arrogant Link'.

He ordered a bottle of Sam Adams and watched Rita as she fetched it. He knew from their conversations that she really loved Carrie. He'd heard about the shield Carrie put up around herself as protection. She'd been let down by a lot of people, mostly family, and now she struggled to let anyone in. To be honest Link didn't much care about any of that. He had enough baggage of his own after 2 failed marriages and a childhood with an alcoholic father. But Rita was concerned about Carrie and thought that Link could help. In fact, she was much more blunt.

"She needs to get laid," she'd told him.

That's when they came up with the card game plan. The fact that Carrie had had his car towed here had just made everything more simple. So now the fun began.

He was sure that Carrie hadn't noticed Emerald give his cock a quick squeeze before she was dragged back into limelight.

He watched Carrie toy with her Bay Breeze, whatever that was, and bite on the cherry.

"Hey!" He said seductively. "I wanted that."

She looked puzzled. "What?"

"The garnish." He tilted her face upwards gently, using one finger to raise her chin. He looked her in the eye and stared right into her soul.

"I want your cherry."

He had the sense she wanted to turn away but couldn't. Like a rabbit trapped in the headlights. After what he guessed was an agonizing pause, he turned away and drained some of his beer. He could hear her exhale.

Through the mirror behind the bar, he watched her sip frantically at her cocktail. Her face was beet red and her chest was heaving. A slow trickle of the drink spilled from her lips, dribbled down her chin and splashed down the front of her dress.

"Here, let me," he said, and grabbed a napkin from the bar. He delicately dabbed the liquid from her chin, reveling in the intimacy of the act. Then, quite deliberately, he let the napkin fall to the floor before wiping the front of her dress with his bare hands. He smoothed his way down the front, from her neck to her waist. Slowly he circled very gently around each heaving breast. Finding her nipples beneath the stiffness of sequins wasn't easy, but they were doing their best to meet him half way. With two fingers he almost imperceptibly caressed each one, before returning to his seat. His trousers had tented and no amount of shifting around was going to hide it, so he didn't even try.

"There. I think I got it." He took another deep drink from his bottle.

 

[TheNiteSiren]

Carrie felt her knees wobble at the seductive tone in his voice. ‘Just great. What is it about this guy that aggravate me to no end but can still make my panties go wet?’ It was impossible for her to look away from those eyes. She could swear he knew what that was doing to her. Her hands shook so badly that some of her drink dropped down her chin. There was well defined gulp when his hands started to wander. Carrie wasn’t used to this from him. It was getting harder and harder to hide the arousal that was driving her crazy despite her demeanor.

She leveled her eyes at him. So he was teasing her? Two could play that game. “Well at least the music is decent here.” That was an understatement. Carrie loved music with a passion and the Latin beats they were playing made her itch to dance. Her dimples gave a wink when she had a thought. “Come dance with me.” She didn’t give him much of a choice in the matter.
Carrie managed to get him to the dance floor. Having him this close was hard of her nerves but she concentrated on her goal and forgot about the shyness that crippled her. The old Spanish guitar called to her as she placed his hands on her waist. Their bodies were crushed together from the crowd of people around them. There was no denying that he was hard but she wasn’t going to make the first move on that. Carrie admitted it to herself: She wanted him. Aggravating, outrageous and immature that he was, she still wanted him.

The beat guided her hips as her hands moved up his torso, chest and along his shoulders until the lay around his neck. Link was a good 6 inches taller than her even in those heels and she had to look up to look in his eyes. Carrie took a chance and slid herself even closer to him. She had to bite her lip to keep from moaning. The man had a hard boy that she could feel past those clothes. Her hands seemed to have a mind of their own as they felt out the muscles beneath that shirt. In the background, she could see Rita with a smile on her face and giving her the thumbs up sign. Emerald was right next to her, looking like had just won first prize.

By the time the song ended, Carrie was so horny that she could just barely hide it. Long deep breaths and a long practiced form of control helped her remain composed. She beat him back to the bar and took a large swallow of her drink. Exactly why she started all this had become unclear and that tease probably knew exactly the effect he was having. She needed to get to the bathroom and maybe then she could get a little relief. Carrie could be quiet if she had too and her clit was throbbing.

 

[UnderTheTable]

He didn't have a choice about the dancing, she'd made that pretty clear. As he followed in her wake he saw other bodies bouncing off her as she forced herself to the middle of the dance floor.

She seemed really into the music. Really into it. To Link, it sounded like something they played in a tapas restaurant but he had to admit, it had a beat and Carrie had found the rhythm.

She snaked her hands all over his upper body. It was driving him crazy. She must have felt every line of muscle, each joint and all the flesh in between. She hooked her arms around his neck and stared up at him. Her face was a mixture of innocence and lust. And as the music continued to talk to her he watched as those two feelings combined and left nothing except an overwhelming horniness.

He figured if he ripped that dress off her and fucked her right there, she'd let him. And as much as parts of his own body were advocating that course of action, he wanted her total surrender. He could tell, as she rose with the musical climax that she was desperate for one of her own.
'Not just yet' he thought.

He'd been in this situation with other girls enough to know how to play it. He enjoyed the power it gave him. And he knew what Carrie's likely next move would be. He gently swayed her round with the music and gestured to Rita. It was nothing more than a flick of his head but she caught his meaning.

The song eventually climaxed. Thankfully, Carrie hadn't. She beat her way back to the bar leaving Link to follow behind. That ass 'had' been poured into the dress. He almost growled.

As he sat back down at the bar he heard Carrie say something about the ladies room. He didn't say anything as she stood up, looking a little unsteady and pressing her legs together.

He waited for Rita to speak, knowing she would.

"Oh, sorry sweetie," said Rita softly. "We had to close it up. A friend of Emerald's has had a little too much and has made a bit of a mess in there. It's gonna be at least 20 minutes."

Carrie looked like she might burst and Rita stifled a grin.

"Listen, Ruby..." Link said, emphasizing her alternative name. "I'll take you outside if you really need to pee. Just ask."

He reached over and gently stroked the inside of her leg. Without looking at her, but continuing to softly caress her, he reiterated.

"But you gotta ask me."

 

[TheNiteSiren]

Carrie wanted to kick someone when she saw that the bathroom was closed. Never had sexual frustration caused her this much grief before. The touch on the inside of her leg was not helping the situation. Something about all this smelled of a set up but how and who helped had helped him. The tension was getting to be too much for her and she was seriously thinking of retreating.

That cocky smile was enough to make her want to slap him. Carrie needed some air. “I am just going to step out for some air.” Before he could stop her, she walked out the door to the parking area near the back. The footsteps that followed close behind her could only be one person. Why was he doing this to her? She was so sick of the games. The cool night air felt good on her heated skin. The music pounded through the brick wall she was leaning up against. “I don’t need a babysitter. I was coming back.” He didn’t look too convinced of that which just ticked her off. “I keep my word.” Her parents were always full of empty promises. Carrie had promised herself that no matter what happened in her life that she could always say that she always kept her word.

There was a line of cabs right outside the club doors. If she wanted to leave, she could have done it easily. Carrie looked back at him and decided it was time to end the games. “Aren’t you tired of this? I know I am.” Since day one the two of them had traded barbs, pulled pranks and had a very healthy sense of competition. It was time to put down the weapons and call it a draw. It was exhausting to keep your guard up against someone all the time. Carrie studied his face for a moment and took in a sharp breath. “You knew? This whole time I was trying to get away.” He had known she was aroused by him the whole time.

This was just plain stupid. Carrie knew he had been sporting an erection at the bar. Why the hell were they both dancing around the obvious? Sex was the most logical answer to this but logic seldom came into play with the two of them. She wanted to give in but there was no way she going to make the first move. Carrie eyed that body slowly, licking those plump red lips. Oh what the hell? She may pay for it later but her curiosity and attraction to him was too much. Carrie walked up to him, her lips sliding onto his effortlessly.

The taste of him was intoxicating. Carrie pressed into his body, the throbbing between her legs a delicious torture she needed him to alleviate.

 

[UnderTheTable]

He followed her outside. When she'd started talking, there was such defiance in her eyes. He could see that her entire body ached for satisfaction. He could hear her pleading. Not in the words she used but in the tone of her voice. And yet she fought it.

For Link to make the first move would be unthinkable. He needed Carrie to surrender to him. It wasn't just Carrie, of course, he felt like this with all women.

Contrary to popular science, Link had not learned the behavior of his parents. His father was an abusive drunk who'd take what he wanted, when he wanted it...especially from Link's mother.

He hated those memories. He understood that what he was doing to Carrie was a kind of dominance, but he always waited. He waited for the woman to make the first move. In doing so, she would be confirming her willingness, giving permission.
If he were to make the first move, he'd be left with an uneasy feeling that could risk spoiling the whole thing.

He was contemplating all of this and just how fucked up in the head he was when it happened.

All the fight drained out of Carrie's face, she seemed to lunge for him and they were kissing.

The suddenness of it almost caught him off guard. But with a muscle memory all their own, his lips quickly responded. His hands followed suit.

Their mouths were mashing together, all thoughts of winners and losers had vanished. With his left hand he cupped the back of her head, periodically forcing her closer to him and feeling her tongue extend an inch further down his throat. With his right hand he groped at her body.

He kneaded the flesh of her buttocks and felt her moan. He squeezed the inside of her waist and finally cupped her breasts.

Carrie responded. She broke off the kiss and turned her face up to the sky, savoring the pawing she was receiving.

As she tilted her head skywards, she exposed her slender neck. Link pounced; kissing and nibbling the sensitive area below her chin.

Again, she moaned.

He kissed her again. She had truly surrendered to him. He picked her up, allowing her legs to wrap around his waist, never breaking the passionate embrace. As they continued to frantically make out, he opened his eyes, seeking somewhere to move to the next step. Out of creative ideas, he half stumbled to the hood of his car and dropped her down with more of a thunk than he'd intended.

She didn't seem to mind. As she looked at him with dreamy eyes, she seemed to understand his motives.

The sequined hemline of her dress had ridden up, exposing her panties.

She followed his eyes, smiling. In a move that almost shocked him, Carrie reached down, hooked a finger inside her underwear and exposed herself to him.

She was beautiful. The most intimate parts of her glistened in the moonlight and he was almost overcome as he thought of how far she'd come in the last few hours.

A few days ago Rita had said she needed to get laid. Link himself had thought her incapable of having fun. And here she was, wantonly exposing herself on the hood of a car in the middle of a reasonably well used car park.

Her eyes, though still dreamy, were now burning with desire. A switch had been thrown. This was Ruby, not Carrie.

At times like this, Link's own self-restraint often impressed him. For while his balls ached with the pain of a relief they craved, he left his cock alone. Instead, as she writhed in front of him, the cool air caressing her clit, he dropped to his knees.

He kissed the inside of both thighs as he advanced on his prize. Carrie mouthed an audible "oh!" as she felt his mouth upon her. And then, his tongue took over.

 

[TheNiteSiren]

Carrie finally gave in to that urge she had been fighting all night. He stiffened at first in reaction to her, then he responded to her. The taste of him was as she had hoped; sweet and seductive. Her tongue teased at his lips until she gained entry into his mouth. The need for more had her pushing against him, trying to get closer. Carrie moaned as his hands gripped her from behind. His mouth felt so good on her skin, licking and nipping in a way that made her shake. Neither one seemed concerned with being seen by any of the people at the bar. It just felt too good. She wanted to touch him anywhere and everywhere at this point. To hell with the consequences! Her long legs went around his hips as he sought a place more private. Her rear met his car’s front end with a solid thunk but it was the last thing on her mind.

Her pussy ached, driving her body insane with lust. Carrie had always wanted him but never the nerve to admit it to herself. He seemed almost frozen so she took another risk, pulling her panties aside so could see what he did to her. The clit was red and swollen, the damp evidence of her need for him shining under the full moon. It had been a very long time since she had sex and even longer since she had had good sex. This far surpassed any of the instances in the past. Her heart began thunder in her ears when he dropped to knees. Carrie could feel the light scratch of his stubble on the skin of her thighs.

Carrie nearly jumped when his mouth wrapped around that swollen clit. Her eyes shut and she leaned back with her fingers in his hair. The feeling was pure sin. The forceful darting tongue hit her clit mercilessly making her writhe on the hood, moaning his name. “Link.” Barely audible behind her heavy breathing, she moaned his name. Carrie could barely control her hips as they bucked under his mouth. Her skin felt so hot that she pulled the top of her dress down, exposing her breasts. Carrie was a solid C cup with rosey nipples that had gone hard. Her long fingers pinched at a nipple as she watched him eat out her cunt.

“God in heaven, that feels so good. Fuck….” Carrie trembled. “I want you.” Those three words came out with such hunger that anyone could have recognized it for what it was.

 

[UnderTheTable]

The instant his tongue made contact with Carrie, he knew he'd hit the spot. She responded instantly, bucking her hips against him, grinding her pussy into his face and moaning his name. He wondered how quickly he could make her come...if he wanted to. As he considered it, he expertly darted the tip of his tongue across Carrie's clit. She swore, as women often did in the throws of passion and gave voice to what she was already silently broadcasting. "I want you," she said.*
'Not here' he thought, before saying as much out loud. He looked up, trying to gauge her reaction but was momentarily stunned as she'd exposed her breasts to the night. Seeing her naked c-cups, perfectly formed, revved him up even further. For a second he had to force a conversation from his mind that he wasn't yet ready to have with himself. Did her really like this woman, like, really? His cock continued to ache. For the first time in his life he wondered whether he might just shoot his load there and then. The ultimate humiliation. But he got hold of his senses.*
He'd noticed that a lot of what Rita had told him about Carrie made a lot of sense. This girl had built up a full armoury of defenses around herself over many years. Tonight, she'd begun discarding them.*
Intoxicated on the drug of lust, she'd allowed herself to be vulnerable. But if this ended quickly, if he gave her the orgasm she so clearly craved, sure it would give her temporary relief, but in a very short space of time, she'd rationalize her behavior and revert to the same old Carrie. He didn't want that to happen. He wanted to help her. He wanted to change her.*
He stood up and watched her lying prostrate on the car. His face was slick with her wanton nectar and her scent filled the air. He scooped her up effortlessly. She made a feeble attempt to replace her clothes, and while for the most part her modesty would be left in tact, there could be no doubt as to what she'd been up to, should anybody's eyes enquire.*
To her surprise, Link carried her straight back into the bar. On the surface, everything seemed just as it was before they left, but Link could see a curiosity in Carrie's eyes through the embarrassment and he himself had the feeling that they'd been the main entertainment for the last 10 minutes.*
Still holding Carrie in his arms, he spoke to Rita. "We're going to need a space to...get more comfortable." He could see Carrie blush with the obviousness of his remark. But he smiled as he read her thoughts about at least going somewhere more private.*
"I got just the place," said Rita. Then she shouted. "Emerald, the place all set?". Link didn't hear Emerald's response, but it must have been positive because Rita stepped out from behind the bar so she could show them the way.
Link felt Carrie relax in his arms as they moved away from the bar. She tensed up again though once they reached the stage and he began to set her down. There were candles and cushions and ribbons and wraps. He watched her frozen in confusion and with more than a hint of fear. He bent down and kissed her fully. She responded, allowing the comfort of the kiss to wash through her. He pulled the top of her dress down and began massaging her once again exposed tits.
As he stood up, he saw Rita and Emerald move in, each taking one of Carrie's nipples into their mouth. As her eyes shot open, there was no mistaking the confusion this time. But as her eyes followed the movement of his hands she saw him expose himself. With a face full of control and confidence he saw her eyes widen as she gazed upon his fully erect 8.5 inches.
It was harder than it had ever been and was ready to set about its work. As he manoeuvred himself on top of her, he felt the room close in around him. The eyes of an audience burned into him from behind.
Holding himself up with arms locked at the elbows so as to not disturb Rita and Emerald from the expert attention they were giving to Carrie, his emotions got the better of him. Willing himself to take it slow, he failed almost immediately. Her wetness helped and he filled her to the hilt with his first thrust.*
She moaned so loudly that Link thought she was cumming already. Her eyes assured him that she wasn't. They also command him to continue.*
He withdrew from her warmth, looked at her longingly and prepared his carnal assault.