Ch 3 The Game

By Emmeline Q. Bailey

Brad didn't even look her in the eyes as he made to take her hand to lead her into the back room.

"No," Grace said as she jerked her hand away and reached it into the fish bowl to grab the remote he'd dropped in there.

She sneered at him as she whisper yelled, "Why would you think I would be OK with that?!"

"Did you even know what was about to happen?" Bradford asked.

"Let's just get a drink while we sort this all out," Brad went on, as he took the remote from Grace. He turned towards the bar and reached a hand out for Grace to grab but she didn't take his hand.

Fuming with anger as she neared the bar, she could barely look at Brad as he ordered them drinks. Did he just bring her to a swingers party? Was he about to allow someone else to touch her without asking if she was OK with it?

As he handed her a glass of cabernet, he kissed her cheek and excused himself for the restroom. She nodded and took a deep breath. She focused on her glass of wine and took a long sip.

"Is this seat taken?" a man asked.

She didn't look up as she answered, "My date is in the restroom."

"Apologies. Would you be alright with it if I just ordered a drink while he's gone?"

"It's fine," she murmured.

"Miss, are you alright?"

"I'm fine," Grace said as she looked up and gasped as she realized it was Colin. From her dreams. From her office. Colin was talking to her.

She tried to recover and said, "He's in the restroom."

Colin smiled politely and said, "If it's alright with you, I'll just be here a moment while I order a drink."

At a loss for words, she just nodded. Colin edged in closer to order a drink just as she felt a vibration. She nervously looked around and then looked back at Colin as the vibration became more intense.

Thinking people could hear the buzzing, she squeezed her legs together as she gave Colin a thin, polite smile. Grace looked around and finally saw Bradford smirking nearby. It seemed he was determined to have his fun with or without her say.

Squeezing her legs together just intensified the vibration and she fought the urge to moan.

Breathlessly, she said, "I have to get to the restroom." And she attempted to get off the barstool. She stumbled a bit and Colin caught her just as Bradford ramped up the vibrator from afar.

In the brief moment that she was in Colin's arms, she shuddered as she silently came.

"I...um...I have to..." she stuttered, unable to piece together a sentence.

"You are going to the ladies' room, I know, I'll make sure no one sits here," Colin said as he released his grip on her.

She clumsily smiled as she slunk away to the ladies' room. Bradford met her on the way and said, "how much fun was that?"

"For whom?" she hissed...and she went on, "Call your car NOW."

Brad raised his eyebrows, having never heard this tone from Grace before, but he said, "I'll call my driver now."

In the ladies' room, Grace splashed cold water on her face trying to understand what had just happened. Did she really just cum in Colin's arms? She shook her head and splashed more water on her face.

Leaving the restroom, she saw Bradford standing next to a waiting car. A limo in fact. He sheepishly took Grace's hand as he helped her in the limo.

Once they were inside and the limo began moving, Grace whipped a leg across Bradford's lap so that she was straddling him. He leaned back, unsure what she was going to do next. She grabbed his right hand and placed it right on her pussy and, with pleading eyes, asked him to take the vibrator out.

"Christ, you are so wet," he whispered as he dropped the mini bullet to the floor. Grace was quick to grab his hand to suck on his fingers as she undid his pants with her other hand, just enough to release his cock.

With his fingers still in her mouth, she hiked up the hem of her red dress then sank herself onto his hard dick in one swift movement. He moaned as she rode him and, as she came, he did too, throwing his head back.

Panting, Grace peeled herself off of Bradford and straightened her dress as the limo came to a stop at her place.

She ran her hands over her hair and didn't bother to look at Bradford as she said, "Don't bother to call me ever again" and she got out of the limo, straightening her dress.