A stretch limo pulled up in front of us and a driver opened the door. I slid in and Winslow slid in next to me, to my surprise. I had expected that the limo had been called to just take me home, but apparently I was wrong. I hadn’t expected Winslow to accompany me.

“I trust you had a good time?” He said looking down at me. I nodded, feeling suddenly shy. I noticed the stubble on his chin and how it made him look roguish in a sexy way. His eyes studied mine and then he not so subtly appraised me. Allowing his gaze to settle on the exposed skin of my legs. The dress had a split on one side and apparently Winslow was enjoying the view from where he sat.

“So where are you from, Ivy?”

“Texas.”

“Really? That’s charming. Are you from a big city like Dallas or Houston?”

I shook my head, “A really small town. Honestly there’s like one stoplight and almost everyone’s related.” I realized the last part of that statement made my town sound like a breeding ground for incest or something and I quickly backtracked, “I mean, it’s just really small so everyone feels like family.”

He smiled and said, “I understand. My grandfather was from a town like that back in Latvia. He talks about it fondly.”

It was then that I noticed how his thigh was pressing against my own and I moved slightly away.

“I’m sorry. Am I making you uncomfortable?”

“What? No... I just...”

“What?” He said looking into my eyes again in an almost unnerving way.

“Nothing.” I said softly and he slowly brought his hand up to stroke the side of my face, allowing his hand to cup my cheek.

“I wanted to touch you since the first moment I laid eyes on you. I wanted to touch you...everywhere.”

I didn’t know what to say, how to react. I just sat there speechless, feeling myself grow wet at the most innocent of touches.

“Like your lips for example, they’re so full, so kissable. It would be a sin not to kiss you.”

And with that he lowered his lips to mine and I groaned a little as his mouth explored my own. And then without warning his hand slid under the skirt of my dress and pushed the fabric to the side, exposing both my legs and he didn’t stop there. He slid his hand between my legs and parted my thighs, cupping the warmth there.

I gasped and went to close my legs, but he stopped me saying against my mouth, “Aren’t you even a little curious?”

“Curious?”

“About what I would feel like inside you?” And as he said that he took my hand and pressed it against his crotch. He was hard and I admit, I was curious. Very much so.

He surprised me then as he pulled me into his lap and easily pushed down the front of my dress revealing my breasts. I wasn’t chesty so I hadn’t worn a bra. My nipples were already hard and he didn’t waste any time exploring the feel of them with his mouth. Taking in one and then the other.

I moaned and buried my hands in his hair. I couldn’t help myself. I hadn’t had a one-night stand since college and it had been awhile since I had sex, but my body didn’t care. It had responded greedily to Hollis’ touch as well, but Winslow was present and ready so I pushed thoughts of Hollis out of my head as Winslow continued to suck on my nipples while putting a hand between my legs to push my panties to the side.

He stroked the folds of my sex, found my clit and began to trace circles around it and I moaned and began to shove my sex back and forth across his hand as his mouth continued to delightfully torture my breasts.

I heard him unzip his pants and then felt him lift me up and then he was inside of me and I was moaning as he buried his face between my breasts. I threw my head back and tried to spread my legs even more, wanting him to go deeper. He controlled our lovemaking by lifting me up by my hips and burying himself even deeper into me. He screwed me slowly as if he had all the time in the world.

I couldn’t even think as Winslow started placing kisses up and down my neck. I threw my head back and screamed and moaned his name repeatedly.

And then he reached up and squeezed my nipples and I came. Hard. “Winslow!” I screamed hoarsely as my sex squeezed his own, drawing a groan from him until he too went over the edge. And he came then, gripping me hard around the waist, breathing heavily into the hollow of my neck.

When my breathing finally slowed down, I found myself at a loss for words and deeply embarrassed. I was speechless, unsure what the protocol was for post sex with a man who was virtually a stranger. To me, the limo smelled like sex and I felt wet and sticky from not only sweat, but the remnants of his desire.

“Are you sorry about what just happened?” Winslow asked me. And I was taken aback by his question. It seemed more sensitive and caring than I had expected.

He pushed my hair back away from my face and waited for an answer. I opened my mouth and then closed it unable to respond and then I felt the car pulling over and I awkwardly climbed off his lap.

I quickly pulled my dress back up to cover my breasts and straightened the fabric over my legs just as the driver opened the door. I refused to look at him as he helped me out of the car. And then I felt Winslow’s eyes on me as he called out, “Thank you for tonight, Ivy.”

His eyes were almost a dark grey now and I figured my eyes were playing tricks on me. I gave him a partial smile and then quickly headed into my building, climbing up the stairs exhausted, my sex already missing the feel of him.

“Oh gosh, what have I done?” I said to myself as I walked through my apartment door.

“Well, well, well, look who’s finally here,” Ella said. “Don’t you look rumpled yet satiated? What were you out doing?” she asked in a mocking voice, although her tone and look clearly showed she knew what I had been up to. I caught sight of myself in the mirror and groaned.

I didn’t bother to answer her. I just walked right past her to my room and closed the door. I stripped out of my dress and fell into a much needed deep sleep.

And what felt like minutes later, I awoke with a start and sat straight up. My heart was beating quickly and I looked around my room for signs of Hollis or Winslow. But of course neither of them was there. It was the next morning and I had obviously slept through my alarm.

“I guess it was just a dream,” I said falling back on the pillow. I knew if I were to place my hands between my legs I would find that I was wet. The dream I had been having had been full on erotic. Hollis had been going down on me and I had been luxuriating in the feel of him when Winslow had appeared from nowhere. And had I actually asked him to join us? The details of my dreams came rushing back to me and I blushed as if they were real. What was going on with me? I had sex with a man who was virtually a stranger in the backseat of a limo and I was dreaming about having a threesome? People from my hometown would think I’d lost my mind. I took comfort in the fact that at least New York was really big so I wouldn’t have to worry about running into either one of them again.

I didn’t want to run into Hollis because I felt guilty about sleeping with Winslow. And I didn’t want to run into Winslow for obvious reasons. I took a long hot shower to clear my head and then made my way to my shift at the grocery store.

The time passed slowly and I did my job in a fog, not really thinking about what was going on around me, too preoccupied over my decisions from the other night. So when a belligerent customer became testy with me, I was completely caught off guard.

“I’m sorry sir that item isn’t eligible for return. It wasn’t bought here.” I said softly not wanting to offend him.

“What do you mean it wasn’t bought here?” he growled.

“That brand is for the store down the street. We don’t carry that product here.” I tried to explain in a friendly manner.

“Are you calling me a liar? I paid for and bought this here and I want a refund now!”

“Sir, I---”

“Shut the hell up. You don’t know what you’re talking about. Get me your manager! Now b----”

The rest of his words were cut off by my manager who appeared from nowhere it seemed. He frowned at the man and said, “Sir, what seems to be the problem?”

“Your idiot cashier can’t issue a simple return.”

“There’s no need for name calling,” Mr. Seymour said promptly which seemed to only enrage the customer more.

“Who the hell do you think you are? This is America! You can’t tell me how to talk! If I want to call her an idiot, that’s my right” Spittle flew out of his mouth as he said it and I finally noticed that his hands were shaking and his eyes were dilated to a scary point. He was obviously on drugs and irrational, which made him dangerous.

I tuned in to what Mr. Seymour was saying, “Our store doesn’t carry the brand you’re attempting to return--”

“You’re all a bunch of lying idiots. Nothing but a bunch of thieves taking advantage of the little people. I’m a law abiding citizen just trying to make a return and you accuse me of lying! Just who the hell do you people think you are? Bunch of nobodies…for all you know I could have a gun in my pocket. I bet if I had a gun you would respect me. No one respects anyone anymore unless fear makes them.”

Mr. Seymour drew in a breath and I instantly froze as the man reached into his pocket and then I saw the security guard, Mr. Lockley, approaching and he stopped right behind the man and said, “Is there a problem here, sir?”

The man withdrew his hand from his pocket, but gave us a long crazy look before saying. “No.”

“Then I suggest you leave,” the security guard said.

The man hesitated and moved his hand from his pocket. To my relief, he held nothing but a cellphone.

He looked at me as I visibly relaxed and scowled, “What? You thought I had a gun or something? Stupid cunt’s scared of her own shadow.”

I winced at his words and he laughed cruelly before Mr. Lockley clamped his hand on the man’s shoulder and steered him out.

I stood there for a moment still in shock and my boss said sympathetically, “I’m sorry about that Ivy, why don’t you take off early? Your shift’s almost over anyway. I’ll call you a cab.”

Mr. Seymour was being more than generous and I appreciated it. The grocery store was only a subway ride away from my apartment, but I was afraid that the crazy customer would be waiting for me outside. My phone rang as I went to the back to get my things. I reached for it automatically. I didn’t recognize the number and then realized it was Hollis’ voice.

“Hi, sorry I didn’t get a chance to say good-bye the other evening, but I was wondering if you wanted to get together later on this weekend?”

I was caught off guard by his question and as I went to answer, I heard screaming from behind me just as I disappeared into the boss’s office where we ladies kept our purses. Afraid the disgruntled customer had come back, I looked out the blinds that framed the window inside the little office and saw two armed men wearing masks with guns pointed at the customers and Mr. Seymour. The third masked man was chaining the front door.

“What the hell is going on in there?” asked Hollis.

“We’re being robbed. Oh God, I need to call 9--”

“What? Where are you?”

“Work.” I blurted out the address and then hung up without explanation and called 9-1-1, my hands shaking the entire time.

I then tried to push the desk up against the office door, hoping that the perpetrators hadn’t noticed me, but I realized as the door slammed open that I was way too late.