I glanced at him. “You scared, McGlade?”
“I don’t get scared.”
“Really?”
“Really. Before situations get scary, I run away.”
I didn’t buy it. Not the scared part. The running part. McGlade’s fastest speed was turtle, as evidenced by the way he lingered several steps behind me.
As we were cutting through an alley someone else approached us. A woman. I looked for hidden bows and arrows, but her tight outfit didn’t give her room to conceal anything. The bodysuit was neon green, made of shiny latex. It matched her hair color, which hung down to her waist. The fact that she wasn’t filthy made her stand out. So did the fact that her body was incredible.
“Dibs,” McGlade said.
“I thought you liked natural hair color.”
“I like anything with two tits and a pulse. And even the two tits are negotiable.”
She stopped a few feet in front of us. I noticed she was Asian, that her bodysuit extended to stiletto boots, and that it was so tight you could see her nipples.
“Nice,” McGlade said out of the corner of his mouth. “And proof that God doesn’t exist.”
“How so?”
“Because if God really existed, all women would be this hot.”
He had a point.
McGlade smacked his lips. “Anime chick. And I bet she’s a BHV.”
The woman did indeed look like a Japanese cartoon character come to life. But I wasn’t sure about her being a BHV. I would bet this one had better things to do with her time.
When she spoke, her voice oozed like honey. “Would you gentlemen like to talk about the opportunities available to leave dissytown and becoming upstanding citizens?”
Son of a bitch. A bleeding heart volunteer. McGlade was right.
“I’d be happy to sit down with you and discuss it,” McGlade said. “Or lie down.”
I shook my head. “Sorry, lady. We’ve got an appointment.”
I tried to walk past, but she stepped in front of me. Then she ran her tongue across her upper lip-also painted green-and gave me a stare that would make pudding hard. “I’m Yummi. I work for Operation Second Chance. We recruit dissys and offer them housing and jobs.” She lightly chewed her lower lip, then said, “I can think of several positions you’d be perfect for.”
“And slots for me to fill?” I asked.
Yummi nodded.
“I can fill slots, too,” McGlade said.
“Aren’t you worried someone in this rough neighborhood will take advantage of a pretty lady like you?” I asked.
“The only people who take advantage are the ones I allow. The rest
…”
Yummi’s perfect leg shot out, extending to its full length at a 115-degree angle to her body, the sharp tip of her stiletto heel an inch from McGlade’s throat.
“I just ejaculated,” McGlade said.
Yummi lowered her leg, keeping her eyes on me. “So what’s your name?”
“Not interested.”
She took a quick step toward me, putting her hand directly on my crotch.
“It doesn’t feel like you’re not interested.”
“Step on me,” McGlade said. “I’ll give you five hundred duckets if you step on me.”
I sighed. Another place, another time, this would be amusing. But I had more pressing issues. “Do men ever say no to you, Yummi?”
She batted her eyelashes. “Not men or women. I have the best dissy recovery record in OSC.”
“Then I’m proud to be the first.”
I gave her a polite but firm shove out of my personal space, grabbed McGlade by the collar, and walked past.
“Are you nuts?” McGlade said. “Do you know how long it’s been since I got some strange without paying for it?”
“Never?”
“Yeah. Never. And I-Shit!”
The same moment McGlade swore, I felt myself flipping over. I landed hard on the asphalt, the breath knocked out of me, hearing the squeak of latex against my cheeks as Yummi’s thighs straddled my face and she sat on my chest, her eyes full of rage.
TWENTY-TWO
Scratch that. Her eyes weren’t filled with rage.
They were filled with lust.
“No means no,” I said when I caught my breath.
“No means try harder.”
With one hand, she ran her thumb across my lips. The other snaked behind her and managed to work itself inside my pants.
“This is so hot,” McGlade said, staring from a few inches away.
Her fingers wrapped around me, and Yummi made a sound that was somewhere between a squeal and a gasp.
“You’re so big,” she said, her voice dropping an octave.
Now, I’m all for women taking the lead sexually. And I’m open-minded enough to have married an SLP. But even though Vicki had sex with a lot of men (I didn’t want to know how many) I could honestly say I’d never been with another woman since we’d exchanged our vows. Whenever we argued about her profession, Vicki encouraged me to go out and have affairs. But I had an old-fashioned streak in me that always refused, and I limited my sexual escapades to my time with her, and my time alone in the shower.
That didn’t mean that I didn’t want to take Yummi right then and there. Or that the thing she was doing with her hand wasn’t driving me out of my mind.
She rubbed her crotch against my chin, and then her body tensed, and shuddered. I’d seen enough women coming to know Yummi just had.
“Holy shit!” McGlade said. “Women can have orgasms?”
Her hips moved faster, apparently going for seconds, and I slapped her ass and pushed her up over my head and off of me. I rolled onto all fours-or in my case, all fives-and saw Yummi had assumed a similar position. She crawled around me like a panther ready to pounce.
“Don’t make me hurt you,” I said.
“Please,” she breathed. “Hurt me.”
I tried to back up, and Yummi launched herself at me, surprisingly strong for her size. She managed to slip underneath me, her arms locking around my waist. I tipped onto my side as Yummi’s thighs wrapped around my head and she ground herself against my face. Her moan made my hair curl.
I looked around for McGlade, hoping for some help. He was standing next to an overflowing Dumpster.
“McGlade! Put your pants back on or I’ll kick your ass!”
Yummi came three or four more times, and then she worked my dick out through my fly and took me in her mouth.
Vicki was amazing at oral sex. Yummi came very close to matching her expertise. I gasped, and a little voice inside my head said this wasn’t cheating. Technically, this was rape.
As her head bobbed up and down, and she worked her tongue and throat, that little voice became a big, loud
