She begins moaning and I swear that I could get her off again in no time, but I don’t want to make us late. I was able to pull some strings and get us seats to the sold out show that she has been drying to go to. I don’t want her to miss it.
She groans when I let go and hop down, pulling her up to a sitting position once my feet are back on the floor.
“Come on, we don’t want to be late. One night only, remember?”
“Arg! You’re evil! But the flowers you brought me are gorgeous. Just the right present to make up for it.”
“If only they were the present that I was talking about.”
She looks at me with a questioning expression. I pick up her ripped panties from the floor and place them to my nose, inhaling her smell deeply, before I bury them into the inside pocket of my suit coat.
“Too bad your panties got ripped. It’s a good thing I have another pair for you to wear.”
I take the vibrating panties out of my pants pocket and toss them to her.
“Go get dressed. I’m serious. We don’t want to be late.”
The nightclub is crowded by the time we get there and there is still a line wrapped around the corner full of people on the waitlist, hoping they will be one of the lucky ones to actually make it in.
Not Ingrid and I. I give my name to the man at the door and he doesn’t hesitate to drop the rope to let us by. Our table is front and center, nothing less for Carver Brooks; or in this case Ingrid Andrews.
“Carver, oh my God, these seats are incredible!”
Ingrid puts her hand over mine as I pull her seat out for her. She places a gentle kiss on my cheek just before she sits down.
“Thank you so much! I never expected this. I want you to know that. Arrangement or none.”
“I know. You’re welcome.”
She reaches for my hand once I’m seated and doesn’t let go until the cocktail waitress comes over to take our drink order.
“A Balvenie for me, please. She’ll have an Old Fashioned.”
“Coming right up,” the waitress says.
We thank her and she is on her way. I place my hand into my right pocket and my thumb finds the power button on the tiny remote control. Just before applying pressure to it, my eyes find Ingrid’s.
Pressing the button, I watch them go wide in surprise and a cry escapes her seductive lips. I tested it out in the car, but only once. I told her that I’d have her out of her mind with need before the show came to an end tonight.
The torture starts now.
“You’re lucky it’s so loud in here right now, sweetheart. You’ll have to be careful not to make so much noise once the show starts.”
“You’re evil,” she jokes with me.
“This is going to be the most exciting show you’ve ever been to.”
Within minutes, our drinks are delivered and the lights go down. The director walks to the center of the stage and greets everyone, thanking us for coming out to support the show, cast, and crew.
I click the speed dial on the side and turn it down as low as it will go. As soon as the director leaves the stage, I turn the panties on. I played around with them a little when I got them, so I would be familiar with the intensity and what Ingrid will feel at each level.
Her back straightens out, but she quickly relaxes back against the chair. I time it so it's on for approx two minutes and off for two, turning it up the next level after ten minutes.
By the time intermission came and went, she was only halfway through the speed dial, and already begging for relief. During the second half of the play, I took her in the opposite direction. Staring a little more than halfway, I took her back down through the slower modes, before upping it again, going faster to slower back to fast again until she was practically in tears, begging me not to stop.
“Was the show everything you dreamed of?” I whispered in her ear.
She turns her head into my neck and groans in frustration.
“Yes and no,” she manages to get out. “Let’s get out of here.”
“I have to go to the little boys’ room first. Stay here, I’ll be right back.”
I kiss her cheek and walk to the bathroom, texting T on the way so he can pull the car around for us. On my way out, I see a man I don’t know sitting down in my seat and two other men standing next to her, keeping her from being able to get up and leave.
“Can I help you?” I say, forcefully moving one of the men out of the way.
“Carver, don’t!” Ingrid stands up next to me, but I step in front of her for her protection.
“I just came over to get a better look at your slut, here.”
“Excuse me? If you think that you’re going to talk about her like that and get away with it then you’ve got another thing coming.”
“He’s just a jealous asshole with a complex due to his small dick!” Ingrid says, trying to work her way back in front of me.
It got quiet around us as the words flew from her mouth, so everyone heard. A loud “oooh” breaks out through the crowd of onlookers.
“You’re going to regret that, you little bitch,” he spews at Ingrid. I place a hand behind me, inching her backward some more.
“You better keep a close eye on this one,” he turns to me, speaking through his teeth. “Because the things I would do to her--”
He doesn’t get a chance to finish his sentence before my fist connects with his face. He flies backward, his
