TABOO, TOO!
Sitting in the front seat of the parked Jeep Wrangler, Jessica looked up in disbelief at the forty-foot tall sign that read 'Taboo!'. The sign, shiny black allover with thirty-foot tall lipstick-red letters across it, simply radiated,
Having naughty thoughts? We have just what you need to make any fantasy real! Any fantasy!
She closed her eyes and, then, opened them again.
Nope, still there in all its brazen glory!
She turned her face to Jack Grant; he felt like a cockroach that someone had just shined a light on in the dark of the darkest night. If he could've, he would've scurried from the light; but, just like the roach, he sat there frozen in place with his little roach-like brain whimpering,
Maybe if I don't move, it won't notice me.
"'Taboo'? Really?"
Lawyers don't miss a thing, huh? No hidden messages or agenda there, Jack Grant?
Except for the forty-foot tall sign, the actual store was nondescript. There were no windows, just a single door; and, of course, a garish forty-foot tall billboard.
"You know, I didn't really ever notice the name before," Jack confessed.
Hard thing to admit, that you go blind when you get a hard-on.
"So, what happened here between you and Nikki?" She turned on the seat to face Jack.
He told her the story, including the fact that he'd been so erect that he couldn't even get out of the Jeep; finally, he described Nikki's cure or 'help' with the problem.
She stared at him, genuinely shocked. "You had your teenage daughter blow you in a porn-store parking lot?"
"Well ... it sounds a lot worse, when you phrase it like that."
I sound like a pervert or dirty old man; it wasn't like that.
"Okay, Jack, be my guest. You phrase it in a way that sounds better!"
I'm waiting!
"It was her idea." But, even as he spoke the words, he knew he sounded like some child, sniveling to his parents or a teacher.
Well, she started it. She made me do it!
Jessica's mouth dropped open. "Are you telling me this, just so I'll give you a blow job in a very public place? If I find out you're lying to me, I'll fucking bite your dick off."
He crossed his heart.
She looked around in disbelief. There were cars everywhere. People coming and going, getting in and out of cars, going in and out of the stores.
"Jack, were you trying to get caught? Nikki clearly doesn't understand consequences, but you? You're a fucking attorney! I've no desire to end up on a sex-offender registry and neither should you, Jack Grant!"
"I tried to stop her."
"Did you cum?"
"Yes."
"In her mouth?"
"Yes."
"In this Jeep?"
"Yes."
"Like right now, this time of day with people all around?"
He nodded his head.
Jessica looked around again. "I'm not doing this, Jack. This is just plain crazy," She took his face in her hands, making him look at her. "Not sexy crazy. Just plain crazy!"
She reached down, grasping his cock. He was huge and hard as a rock.
"You're hard at the thought of getting me to blow you? Here?"
Somewhere between a whisper and whimper, Jack found his voice, "You blew me in the theater." It was meant as a sort of a plea and justification; but, it was also sheer stupidity to use it.
Oh shit, too late! God, I wish I hadn't said that.
Her eyes blazed. "It was fucking dark! And, we were in the back where no one could possibly see us. There were only four other people in the whole theatre."
I can't believe you just used that against me!
Jessica hit him in the shoulder--hit him hard.
Asshole!
"Oww! What's that for?"
That fucking hurt!
"For using the theater blow-job against me. I never should've done that with you. I just knew it; one weak moment, and look where it got me."
Jesus! Are you worth the pain, Jack Grant? Are you really worth the fucking trouble?
She appraised him, very carefully.
Handsome, angular jaw, masculine, intelligent, imaginative, well- educated, and adventurous.
You're fit, great in bed, dress well, have a nice home, and a happy--if somewhat unconventional--family. You're not full of doubts. You're a man, not a boy.
You're also really dangerous!
She never could predict what he'd do next. That made him incredibly spontaneous and attractive to her; and, it made her nipples hard whenever she was with him.
"Damn you, Jack! That hurt; you fucking hurt me. You don't play nice; you just wanna win."
You'll say anything to get what you want! Is that where Nikki gets that trait? Anything goes, to win! It's fucking genetic!
He looked down at the floor at her feet. "Are you going to put your panties back on?"
He stretched, picking them up and handed them to her. She glanced at them, and hung them over the mirror above the dash. "Gee, they're wet," she quipped, playfully. "I'll just let them dry a bit."
At the sales-counter inside Taboo, Randy Palmer glanced up at the monitor. It'd been a slow day so far, and, at the moment, he was spending his time restocking some of the shelves in back. Over the summer, he'd adopted a habit of periodically walking up to the front and checking the security camera.
Holy shit, they're back! I remember that Jeep. It's the guy and his daughter. What's his name?
He pulled a copy of the credit-card receipt from his billfold.
Jack Grant.
He looked up, just in time to see the guy's daughter punch him hard on the shoulder. He watched as she took a pair of white panties and hung them up over the rear-view mirror inside the Jeep. He smiled at the John Deere ball cap and ponytail. They were still talking, and, Randy couldn't tear his eyes away.
