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When I took my break later, they were gone. I went to use the bathroom, wound up leaning against the stall door panting, my eyes shut against a vision of Derek and me crowding into that metal cubicle. My throat tightened and my nipples hardened at the thought. His hand tracking up my side, pushing up my shirt, his mouth hot and wet on my neck. I felt a surge of desire pool in my belly, my breath catching as I imagined Derek’s palm on my breast, his fingertips plucking at my ready nipple. My hips twisted. I slid my hand down my stomach, into my jeans. I wondered what it would feel like to have him grip me behind the knee and hike my leg up, open me wide for him, to plunge himself deep inside of me. Sweat came out on my upper lip, along my hairline as I rubbed, unable to stop myself as the arousal built.
I gave myself over to it, helpless in the grip of desire. I bit down on my lip to keep quiet, eyes shut, rubbing my fingertips insistently in the wetness between my legs, finding the knot of throbbing nerves and massaging it. As my pleasure built, I could almost feel Derek nudging between my thighs, moving inside me. As my head fell back against the stall door, my fantasy kicked up a notch as I imagined Brett behind me, cradling my back against the wall of his broad chest, his hands working my bare breasts, his tongue flicking at my ear. I pinched my nipple, needy and shaking, furiously rubbing until the pleasure burst behind my eyes, rippling down my thighs and making me jerk and grunt. I sank against the door, panting. I withdrew my fingers from my wet panties, feeling ashamed. I’d never done that before, not at work on a break, not like some promiscuous girl with uncontrollable urges.
Living with those two was bringing a side of me out that I never knew I had.
7
I was loving my internship at Envy, and I even went for drinks with the staff writers on my day off from the bar. The style department offered me some free samples of top brand cosmetics, and I scored a pair of foldable flats when a bunch of free ones were sent to the office for a review. I loved my cute turquoise flats, and I had learned to contour like a boss. I’d thought I was good with makeup, and I’d watched my fair share of YouTube tutorials, but I’d learned which Insta influencers were on the cutting edge and which techniques worked for women with my lifestyle and complexion. It was like a master class on looking my best. I hung out with the product reviewers for tips when I had any free time and learned a lot.
I’d sold my car to pay for the repairs and had managed to bank almost five hundred bucks on top of that, which gave me a safety net on my bills. The only real hazard to being at the magazine was the constant temptation to splurge on designer boots or a handbag, whatever the must-have of the week was. I kept my head down and didn’t open any credit cards. I was a responsible girl, and I wasn’t going to get my head turned by pretty things.
I spent most evenings working at the bar, my new black uplift bra doing its job under my v-neck and earning me fabulous tips. I was more efficient and comfortable with the clientele and knew most of the regulars’ orders. I looked forward to work and looked forward to going home to ‘my boys’ as I called them. Most nights they were watching ESPN in their recliners when I returned. Once when I was running late, Brett and Derek were waiting at the bus stop three blocks away, acting like they were going for a late-night jog. I liked knowing they waited up for me. Living with a couple of cops definitely made me feel safe.
Maybe that was why I wasn’t worried when I left too late to catch the bus one night. I figured I’d walk a little ways. The cool breeze made me wish I’d brought a jacket, but it was a nice night otherwise. I figured walking would warm me up. I had my phone in one pocket, my tips in the other, and my keys hooked to a belt loop. I didn’t carry a purse to the bar, so I had my hands free to text the guys, let them know I was running late. I didn’t want them having to go on a fake run to check up on me.
I didn’t see him until he had hold of my ponytail. I cried out and dropped my phone. When I reached for it as it fell, a foot came down on the small of my back, pressing me onto the empty sidewalk. I cried out because it hurt, and because I was terrified. I tried to push up with my hands, but he had me pinned.
