"It seems a little weird to me," he said, throwing his right arm behind the passenger seat and turning his head as he backed the car into the garage, "paying a dollar to dance with the bride or groom, it just seems like another ploy to get more out of your guests. We came to your wedding, we bought you a gift, now in order to get some attention from you, we have to spend
more
money?"
"Meh," I replied as I undid my seat belt and gathered my black wrap and handbag, "It's only a dollar. And they're newlyweds. They just spent however many thousands of dollars on the biggest party of their lives. If they make an extra twenty bucks off some guests who want to dance with them, who cares?"
He stopped the car, put it in park and turned the key to cut the engine, pressing the black remote resting in the cup holder on the console to shut the garage door.
"You're right, it just seems odd," he said, opening his door. I opened my door as well, and we each got out.
"I've been to a lot of weddings," I said as I smoothed my dress down, "Each one is different somehow. Aren't you going to put the top up?"
"Nah, it's fine. Or maybe I'm just jealous that you danced with other people," he said with his eyebrows slightly raised as he shut the driver's side door.
"Oh
dahling
," I shut my door. "You know I only have eyes for you." I batted my eyelashes at him as I walked around the front of the car.
He bounced his keys in his palm and narrowed his eyes as I stopped in front of him.
"If only your eyes were all I had to worry about."
The garage door shut with a slight gravelly crunch and I lightly smacked his leg with my handbag.
"Oh please," I started toward the door leading into the house. "Honestly, I wish I could remember what Emily and I talked about, I just thought it was fun to have her all to myself for a part of a song—you coming?"
I looked back at him. He was leaning against the car, hands in his suit pockets, staring at me.
"Are you okay?"
"Yeah I'm fine," he answered as he straightened up, "I just decided I want you to pull up your dress and put your hands right here," he gestured to the top of the driver's side door.
My breath caught in my throat and the overhead light went out.
"Here? Now?" I asked, suddenly aware of the musty aromas of oil and wood.
He tilted his head. "You know, it's funny, because I'm not sure how anything I just said was unclear."
"Okay," I whispered, balling my wrap and my handbag together and placing them on a nearby shelf with some cardboard boxes.
He stepped toward the back of the car, making room for me. I had begun to tremble, but focused on the way the glow of the outside security lights streamed through the garage door windows, shifting in the metal and paint of the car as I moved toward it. I saw myself, a distorted figure growing bigger with each clack of my heel on the concrete floor.
I gathered the bottom half of my dress and pulled it up, pinning it between my right hand and the top of the car door. I let my left had rest by the side mirror and leaned forward. I felt goosebumps raise on my butt cheeks and the tops of my thighs where my garter belt and thong left skin exposed. I stared at the gleam of the black leather interior.
"Like this?" I asked.
"Honestly," he sighed as he stepped behind me. "You'd think you'd never done this before. Take your panties off, lift your dress up, and bend over with your hands on the car."
I straightened up, allowing my dress to fall, reaching underneath it to get my thong off.
"I followed instructions," I muttered, "You weren't
that
specific."
I worked my thong down over my stockings and heels, glancing at him. He had taken off his jacket and was rolling up his sleeves, shaking his head.
