CHAPTER 5
Isaac
What have I gotten myself into?
Part of me can’t believe how Julia is talking to me, and the other part of me is so turned on I want to take her right here and now. Just grab her hand and pull her into the bathroom and do all kinds of things to her that I’ve never dreamed of before.
I imagine the stall door slamming open and us ducking inside, but not shutting it behind us. I lift up her dress just as quickly as I pull my pants down to my mid-thigh. I’m so turned on I don’t even have the time to get them all the way down. I’m just overcome with the need to fuck her so bad that I just bury my cock in her dripping wet pussy right there in the bathroom.
It would never work though. I wouldn’t put her, or us, out there like that. I wouldn’t want people talking about her after something like that. It would make me so mad to hear anyone say anything bad about her that I wouldn’t be able to hold back my fists.
My mind shifts to the alley. Are there cameras around this part of town? Surely some of the businesses have them.
Her face is still inches from the side of mine. I adjust my feet so there’s more space between my legs, trying to conceal my erection. It’s not working.
“If you get out of control again,” I begin, “I’m going to have to spank you.”
“You’ll have to will you?”
“You’ll leave me no other choice. That’s what bad girls get. Spanked.”
“I didn’t know I was being a bad girl?”
“A very, very bad girl is exactly what you are being.”
“I am?” Abby Lawson says.
I turn my head slightly and my eyes even more. I can see she’s standing right behind us. She snuck up on us like the predator that she is, hungry for the kill in the form of some juicy gossip.
“Julia, right? I don’t think we’ve met.”
Julia introduces herself and at the same moment the city mayor approaches from the front. I’m stuck. He hasn’t backed either of the candidates yet, and I need his support. If he backs one of us before the election it’s likely all over for the other guy. The mayor is admired in this town, and nothing would mean more than a simple statement in the paper from him.
“Congratulations on your engagement,” he begins.
“Thank you, mayor,” I say keeping my eyes focused on him and my ears focused on Abby and Julia.
I’m in a pickle here and there’s no way out.
“That was pretty fast, wasn’t it?”
“Well, you know when you find the one you know. Just like you and the Mrs.”
“You do know we’re getting a divorce?”
“Oh. My apologies. I didn’t hear.”
“It was on the front page this morning. How didn’t you hear? Don’t you follow the news?”
“Today has been hectic. I put all my energy into preparing for tonight’s ball. Plus I’m newly engaged,” I say, motioning down towards the ring on Julia’s finger.
“The fire chief has to be in the loop, Isaac. It’s 24/7 365. There are no off days. You know that.”
“Yes, mayor.”
I’m getting chided by the mayor while Julia is talking a mile a minute to Abby…in Russian, or is it Ukrainian? Abby speaks that language? What the heck? I’ve got to stop this fast.
“But I will say if you’ve got to pick a wife, you certainly picked a good one.”
“Thank you, sir,” I say, getting distracted from Julia and Abby and feeling like socking the mayor. Why is everyone checking out my fiancée? And after they check her out they all want to come to me and make some sort of attaboy type comment? Why don’t they just leave us be?
Then again I guess there really is no us in the first place.
“Mayor,” someone calls from off in the distance.
“Have to be going,” the mayor says. “Enjoy your evening.”
“Thank you, mayor. You too.”
I immediately turn and see that Julia is gone! I scan the room and don’t see any sign of her or Abby.
“Excuse me,” I say, waiving my hand to get the attention of the caterer who is serving drinks in our area.
“Another round, sir?”
“No. I was hoping you saw where the lady in the red dress went.”
“Who didn’t?”
“What do you mean?”
“The lady she was standing with jiggled a set of keys and then they walked right across the dance floor. Every single drunk guy stopped what he was doing and stared…sober ones too.”
“Did they use the elevator for the low floors or the high ones?”
“Elevator?”
“Yeah, you said the lady jiggled a set of keys.”
“Not room keys. Car keys. And the keychain had a Ferrari symbol.”