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East Coast, West Coast – Part Five

I couldn’t eat. The hall was busy and loud; music drowned out by laughter and conversations. The views out onto the beach were spectacular. And yet, I hardly noticed any of it. As soon as he’d spotted me, my father had insisted I sit next to him to eat. Mom was on the other side, then Charlie. The food looked beautiful and I knew it was expensive but my stomach was turning over and over with anxious anticipation. I ate one spoon of the starter, one forkful of the main course and by the time dessert arrived, I felt the damn plug in my ass begin to move.

Dad was talking to me, asking about work and friends and rent and goddamn money and I was answering automatically, solely focused on trying to seek out Scott. I couldn’t see him. There were only about fifty people there, plus wait staff, and for the life of me, I didn’t know where the hell he’d gone. He must have been close because the plug kept adjusting, getting faster, and slower, stopping, starting.

My phone buzzed and I glanced at it surreptitiously.

You look so frustrated, kitten.

I crossed my legs under the table.

“Who was that?” Dad asked.

“Just a – work thing,” I said vaguely.

“Aren’t you eating your dessert?”

I picked up the silver pastry fork and dug it into the ridiculously elaborate slice of cake in front of me. I couldn’t bring myself to eat it. I felt like I’d be sick.

“I have to run to the bathroom,” I said apologetically. “I’m really not hungry.”

“You okay?”

“Yeah. Fine.”

I moved quickly across the hall towards the restrooms. The buzzing in my ass intensified. I had to stop for a few seconds and one of Mom’s colleagues started making small talk. I hurriedly excused myself, trying to walk straight. I had to get the goddamn thing out. It wasn’t funny. It was pure torture.

The bathroom was empty. I went into one of the cubicles, too hell-bent on my task to shut the door. I bent over, pulling my dress up and reached carefully around to my ass. The plug had stopped vibrating but I’d had enough. It was coming out. I was so focused on trying to ease it out gently that I didn’t hear the door quietly open and close. People usually make a lot of noise when they’re going into bathrooms, slamming open doors and chatting noisily. Scott didn’t make a goddamn sound until he decided to scare the life out of me.

“Hey Ally. What do you think you’re doing?”

I straightened up fast. The door to the cubicle was wide open and I could see him watching me in one of the many mirrors. Foolishly, I tried to play it cool.

“Oh. Hey.” I leaned awkwardly against the wall. “I just had to – pee.”

“Huh.” His eyes were smiling and he reached deliberately into his pocket and pulled out the remote. The buzzing began, in short, intermittent bursts. Each time it started, I jumped. He walked towards me slowly.

“Tell me the truth, Ally.”

I blinked. I couldn’t look at him so I looked at his shirt collar instead. Tanned skin. White shirt. Fuck. I was meant to hate him.

“You were gonna take it out, weren’t you?” he breathed. “Could that little ass not take anymore?”

“I wasn’t taking it out.” My voice was quiet.

“Yes, you were.”

I swallowed hard. He looked pointedly at the door to the wheelchair-access cubicle.

“Go in there.”

“But – ”

He raised an eyebrow, silencing me. How could he be so goddamn handsome?

Now.”

I moved submissively past him and pushed open the door. It was spacious inside with a wall length mirror. My heart was thumping. I felt like I’d been sent to the headmaster’s office. I was so far out of my depth that I didn’t even know which direction to swim.

I opened my mouth and then closed it. Then I opened it again. The words rushed out.

“Scott, maybe we should do this some other time. I mean, my dad will be wondering where I’ve gone and I was meant to give a speech or something. Besides, I didn’t even finish dessert and there’re so many people here and it’s too crazy. You know it is. Let’s do this after. Please.”

He shut the door and slid the lock across.

“We had a deal, Ally.” He turned to look at me. “If you want out, then you know how to tell me.”

His hands moved behind me and gripped my ass hard, reminding me of the spankings he’d already delivered. I swallowed a whine. He pulled me closer to him, pressing on the plug as it vibrated urgently.

“It makes you wet, doesn’t it?” he said. “All of this turns you on. You fucking love it, princess.”

I stared at him. He stared back, his eyes dark and impassive. I was breathing too fast, too desperately.

“Of course, if you don’t want the plug, maybe you should let me replace it. With my cock.”

I tried to pull away.

“No. You can’t. No.”

He smiled.

“It wasn’t really a question, Ally. Now why don’t you turn around and bend your hot little self over?”

He released me and waited patiently. I didn’t move. I thought of the safe word. Surrender. It would be easy. I could stop all this crazy, kinky madness and run away. I could be free. I could go and eat my cake and laugh with my family and make a half-emotional half-hilarious speech and go home and shower and cum as many times as I fucking wanted to. Or I could let Scott fuck my ass and tell me what to do for the rest of the day.

Why couldn’t I stop him? I knew why. I wanted to please him. I wanted to do what he wanted. I knew it was just terrible but I wanted to give him that power. Why? How can I explain it? Was it because he was so goddamn attractive? Partly. But it was more than that. I kind of trusted him. And I knew that despite the potential for embarrassment, I had never felt so turned on. I wanted him like water in the desert.

“We don’t have all day, kitten.”

I turned around and began to bend over.

“In front of the mirror, please. I want you to see yourself.”

I swallowed a sarcastic response and moved the few paces across the small room. Sex in a bathroom. Jesus Christ. At least it was passably clean.

As soon as I’d bent at the waist, Scott pulled my dress up around my waist.

“Open your legs. And hold your cheeks apart for me.”

Like a good girl, I obeyed. He took a hold of the plug and tugged gently. It didn’t come out immediately.

“I think your ass likes it more than you admit,” he mused. “Maybe I should leave it in and just fuck you the regular way.”

I gasped as he pulled it almost all the way out before pushing it back in.

“This ass is so fucking tight,” he breathed. “My god.”

I didn’t speak. I didn’t look at myself in the mirror. I bit my lip and stared at the non-slip linoleum floor as he twisted the plug and eased it out. He dropped it in the sink. One of his hands moved between my legs, sliding against my wet snatch while he used the other to undo his pants.

“I love how wet you are,” he murmured. “That’s one thing you can’t hide from me.”

I felt his thick, hard cock slide against my snatch. It made me shudder. I was still gripping my ass cheeks and it was a difficult position to hold, bent over as I was. I looked up and met my own gaze in the mirror. I had to look away. I could see Scott’s face as he dragged his wet cock up to my ass. He looked so focused, so closed-off. I looked down again.

“Don’t make too much noise,” he warned, as he began to press the head of his cock against my tight knot. “You wouldn’t want anyone coming to investigate.”

I closed my eyes tight and bit hard on my lip as he spat against my asshole and pushed firmly against it.

“Let me in, kitten. You know you want it. Just let it happen.”

I was breathing hard. He pushed a little more and I felt the head of his cock ease inside.

“You have no idea how hot this looks,” Scott growled. “Especially with your hands.”

I flushed.

“You wanna see?” Scott asked. “Here. I’ll show you.”

He paused for a second and I watched him in the mirror as he reached in his pocket and took out his phone. He took a photograph and leaned forward to show it to me.

“There. You like it, princess?”

I stared. It looked unbelievably pornographic. I’d painted my nails blue that morning, made sure they looked pretty and there they were, digging into the reddened flesh of my ass, holding my cheeks apart so he could push that huge cock into me. The mere sight of it made me moan uncontrollably. My snatch dripped.

“That’s… that’s – unbelievable,” I whispered.

“You’d better believe it, kitten.”

He straightened up and resumed pushing. His hand moved between my legs, massaging my swollen clit. The more I focused on his teasing fingers, the deeper he slid into me until I felt his body against mine and I knew the deep pressure was complete. Well. Not exactly. He eased in and out a little, building up a rhythm.

“What time’s your speech?” he asked.

I stared at him in the mirror.

“What? Why?”

“’Cause we don’t want them looking for you, do we? Or does that turn you on? Imagine if they knew what I was doing.”

“Scott – ”

“That I was fucking your ass. Conrad would be livid.” He moved faster and the pain was fading, even though his fingers were barely working my clit.

“Precious little Ally’s ass.” He let out a laughing breath. “They don’t know you, do they? Nobody does. Not like I do. It’s fucking outrageous, the things I do to you. But then, you wouldn’t have it any other way, would you? If I sent you flowers, you’d think I was an old creep. But I spank your ass and you can’t get enough.”

I met his eyes in the mirror and he smiled, both hands moving to my waist and gripping it tight as he fucked me harder.

“I knew you the minute I saw you. Knew the way you looked at me, the way you moved.”

“Don’t flatter yourself,” I breathed.

His smile widened.

“Don’t get smart, kitten. Or I’ll have to do something about that mouth too.”

His cock pushed into me hard and I almost lost my balance.

“Lean your hands against the mirror,” Scott instructed, “That’s it. There.”

His grip on me tightened and he moved fast, his body smacking against mine every time he pushed deep. I could feel the wet warmth from my pussy and longed to touch it but he was going too hard and I needed both my hands to support myself.

“This – ass – is – so – perfect,” he hissed. “Just – incredible, Ally.”

I don’t know how long he fucked me. He’d slow down every so often as if to hold off his release and I’d wait, trembling, as he slowly built back up to a punishing rhythm. My snatch was obscenely wet, craving attention and every so often he’d reach down and let his fingers slap against it, lightly sometimes, and sometimes enough to make me wince.

“Isn’t that so sweet?” he breathed. “That wet, nasty sound?”

His fingers found my clit and circled it for a few breath-taking seconds. Then he was fucking me again, sliding in and out of my ass mercilessly, his hair damp with sweat and his mouth hanging open in a snarl. Every so often his eyes would meet mine in the mirror and the look in them made me shudder to the brink of orgasm. He was in his goddamn element.

Eventually, his fingers dug into me painfully and he stilled, pushing his cock all the way in as it spurted inside me. I heard his lamented groan, felt the quake of his body. I was too close to my own release to watch him but he didn’t touch me. He stayed there a moment, his cock deep in my ass, his hands holding me tight and then he withdrew.

I looked over my shoulder at him, half-pleading and he smiled.

“You wanna cum? Is that what you want?” He cleaned himself off and zipped up his pants. “Maybe later, kitten.”

He went to the sink, picked up the butt plug and washed it.

“You want this back?”

I shook my head silently, my snatch throbbing with need. I should have moved faster but as it was, he moved behind me and neatly lodged the plug into my just-fucked hole. It was cold. He pulled my dress back down.

“I gotta say, Ally, you’re doing pretty well.”

I straightened up, my ass sore around the plug.

“Wow. Thank you so much.” My voice was laced with sarcasm.

He swatted my ass and I jumped.

“Watch it, kitten. Now d’you want your panties back?” He reached in his pocket and held them out. “I’ll see you back out there.”

He unlocked the door and left.

***

Apparently, nobody had noticed my lengthy absence. I skulked back into the hall, hair fixed, perfume sprayed, dress smoothed and lip gloss reapplied. The tables were being cleared efficiently and people were knocking back champagne. Some people were dancing. I tried to blend in but as the only daughter of the celebrating couple, everyone seemed to want to talk to me.

Aren’t your parents great? Isn’t your mother so beautiful? Isn’t your dad a sweetheart? How’s your brother? Didn’t they raise you so well? Aren’t you a wonderful young lady? Yes. Wonderful. I just got my goddamn ass fucked in the bathroom and every time I fake-laugh, I worry that cum might drip out of me. Bizarrely, I was grateful for the plug being there to stop it. But could it leak around it? My panties were a formality really. I stood there, thinking this, drinking champagne and smiling like everything was fine. What the hell had that man done to me?

“Hey,” I felt his voice on my ear before I heard it. I can’t explain why his mere presence made me feel a rush of warmth.

“You wanna dance?”

His hand grabbed my ass and squeezed. I pushed it away.

“What are you playing at?” I looked around anxiously, hoping no one else had seen.

Scott laughed at my unease.

“Well, nothing. I’m playing with one of my toys.”

I scoffed and turned my back on him. Of course, I’d forgotten about the goddamn plug. As I walked away, it began to buzz gleefully. The further I went, the more intense it got. I stopped. I closed my eyes and counted to ten. I walked back to him. The buzzing shut off.

“I asked if you wanted to dance,” he said mildly.

I looked up at him through my eyelashes. His hair was pushed back and it still looked damp.

“You’re not tired?” I asked.

He smirked. “Not at all. Not around you.”

He caught my hand and pulled me in front of him.

“Lead the way, princess.”

I felt his hand grab my ass again and it was all I needed to start walking fast.

“I don’t even like dancing,” I muttered reluctantly.

“Well, I wanna dance. So we’re dancing.”

His left hand landed on the small of my back, his right hand caught my left and he actually danced pretty well. It wasn’t hard to keep up.

“You’d better not grab my ass,” I said. “’Cause my dad’s watching. And he looks pretty happy.”

“He is?” Scott looked around. “Well, that sucks.”

I didn’t have to put in much effort. He held me close and I figured he kind of made me look good.

“So how many times have you been married?” I asked, as the second number began.

“Four. The latest escapee is actually here.”

My eyes widened. “She is? Where?”

“Over there,” He jerked his head towards the back of the hall. “Pink dress. Camera.”

I stared. The woman had blonde hair and when she lowered her camera, I recognised her. It was Mandy Roddick, one of my mother’s old colleagues. She was also the hired photographer for the day.

“That’s one of my mom’s friends!” I gasped, astounded.

“It is?” Scott shrugged. “Well. Makes sense. Your dad introduced us.”

I’d met Mandy a few times when I was younger and she’d always been sweet and quite motherly. I could not imagine her being married to Scott.

“How long were you together?” I asked, wide-eyed. “When did you break up?”

“Three years, married for two. The divorce went through about a year ago.” Scott’s voice was bored, mechanical. “Why’d you care anyway?”

I was still staring at Mandy. She looked in my direction and I averted my gaze hurriedly.

“She used to be an art teacher,” I said, “Worked at a school in the Bronx with my mom. Then she became a photographer.”

Scott eyed me. “I know. She was my wife.”

I frowned at him. “But why’d you get divorced?”

“’Cause she hated me. Still does, actually.”

“Why?”

He exhaled. “I have a good mind to ban you from asking questions.”

I didn’t say anything. I was still struggling to process the idea of sweet, cookie-baking Mandy with crazy, kinky Scott.

“We were quite different,” he said finally. “I mean, we had similar interests but then deeper than that, we were opposites. And I know your real question is about whether I fucked her like I fuck you and the answer is no. She wasn’t into it.”

I feigned disinterest at this piece of information.

“When was the last time you talked to her?”

Scott blew out a sigh.

“I tried this morning. She just glared at me and told me I should – and this is word for word – ‘quit being a psychopathic stalker’.”

“Huh. Mature. But true.”

He frowned down at me.

“I’m sorry?”

“Well, that evening we met outside the flower shop? Don’t tell me that was a coincidence.”

His smile was fleeting.

“Well. You’re worth stalking. I couldn’t give a damn about her.”

His flippancy made me wince inside.

“Ah. How terrible.” I tried to sound breezy. “I bet one day you loved her more than life itself and now you can’t give a damn. People are so – unpredictable.”

Scott didn’t speak. When I looked up at him, he was staring at me.

“Do you want me to make today hell for you?” he asked. “’Cause you’re being very, very rude.”

“I don’t really know what more you can do,” I said, faking boredom. “You’ve put a plug in my butt, switched it on at inappropriate times, spanked me, made me crawl, fucked my ass and not let me orgasm. I don’t think I have much else to worry about.”

“You wanna bet?” Scott breathed. “Don’t test me, Ally. If you’re not fucking careful, I’ll tie you up, and go back to LA. Would you like that?”

I laughed. “That’s crazy, even for you.”

“Or if you want to cum so bad, maybe I’ll tie your legs apart and let you have it. Maybe five times. In a row.”

“Five?” I blanched.

“Minimum. And you can scream as loud as you like. I won’t stop.”

I swallowed hard. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean what I said.”

Scott raised an eyebrow. “Really?”

“No. But I shouldn’t have said it.”

He shook his head and tried not to smile.

“God, you really are something.”

***
The party wore on. I danced with everyone, made my speech, gained obligatory laughter and fought to control myself every time Scott decided to switch on the plug. I came up with a ruse; every time he turned it on, I’d dig my phone out of my purse and pretend to be talking to someone so no-one would come up to me. Of course, this didn’t work when he decided to torture me in the middle of my speech. Or when my purse mysteriously disappeared and I was left trying to hold conversations while he watched me from across the room, constantly adjusting the plug’s settings.

By the time the celebrations were over, it was dark. Everyone piled into cars and taxis. I was busy hunting under tables and chairs for my purse, getting in the way of the cleaning staff. When they’d finally satisfied me that it was nowhere to be found, I dejectedly headed outside.

Charlie was organising people into cabs, trying to minimise fares, much to the disgust of many of the drivers.

“You okay?” he asked.

“Lost my bag.”

“Oh, don’t worry,” he said quickly. “Rose found it and I gave it to Scott. He’s heading into the city so you’re sharing a cab with him and the Prestons. Over there.” He pointed out the car. “See you later, yeah?”

“Oh. Yeah.” I said, distractedly and went to get in the taxi.

Mr and Mrs Preston were old neighbours who now lived in Brooklyn. They used the drive to their place to talk at length about the careers of their many children. As soon as they’d shut the door behind them, the unease in my stomach intensified.

“Thanks for picking up my bag,” I said, my tone treading a fine line between sarcasm and genuine gratitude.

“You’re very welcome,” Scott said, shifting closer to me. “Now what do you say? Your place? Or the hotel?”

I looked out of the window at the streets rushing by. Half of me wanted the taxi to go slower. I didn’t even know why.

“You okay?” Scott asked.

I looked at him. I knew he was so different to me, so much more worldly and experienced and I wanted to be rational about what we were doing but I didn’t think I would ever get enough of him. Just looking at him made my heart beat faster. I felt nervous, insecure, foolish almost, but it didn’t matter because most of all, I felt throbbing excitement. His hand dropped to my knee and he walked his fingers up my leg, pushing the hem of my dress up.

“You scared?” he asked.

“No. Well. A little.” I shifted, still hyper-aware of the plug. “You won’t – you know – do anything to my ass again, will you?”

I was glad it was dark because I was blushing as I said it. Scott’s hand had reached the top of my leg and he curled it against my snatch, making me shudder.

“You forget, princess,” he murmured. “It’s my ass now. Besides, it’s gonna be a long night and I really don’t want to make any promises.”

To be continued

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