SoloPlay (8 page)

What did she have to lose? A paycheck? Her dignity? This was the perfect chance to try it on with a man again. If he wanted her to work for DoublePlay bad enough to beg for her help, then he would have a vested interest in her pleasure. She could practice telling him how to please her, and she wouldn’t have to worry about how he felt about it or whether the information would come back to haunt her. His interest was professional, not personal. After they both got what they wanted, they’d go their separate ways and she’d know how to tell a man what she needed in bed. Everyone would win.

Alisa returned to her desk, typed in her address and hit send before she could change her mind. A few minutes later Beth dropped into her swivel chair and triumphantly tossed a book onto the desk.

“You found it. Nice work,” Alisa said.

“Nice work, yourself. Did you drag that massively hot guy into the stacks and jump on him or what?”

“Of course not.” Alisa blushed. “I’m going to make him buy me dinner first.”

Beth whooped and then clapped a hand over her mouth. “Seriously?” she whispered. “Tonight?”

Alisa nodded. “I’ll give you all the details tomorrow morning.”

“You better.” Beth grinned, then turned back to her screen.

After work and a long, hot shower, the moment of truth arrived. She pulled BodyVibe out of her underwear drawer. Just the sight of it made her pussy twitch. Could she actually put it on? Hand over the remote? Sit in a restaurant and do things that should get her arrested? With a man who was all but a stranger to her? A familiar heat began to build in the pit of her belly.

Oh, yes.

Definitely.

Chapter Eight

Mark looked at Alisa sitting primly across the table in her classy black dress. Underneath the smooth fabric, he knew she was wearing BodyVibe because she had given him the remote when he picked her up, along with a small smile that all but dared him to use it. He hadn’t felt this nervous on a date since prom night when he had employed every bit of the manual dexterity he possessed to avoid sticking that stupid pin with the pearl on it into his finger, or worse, his date’s smooth, freckled shoulder. The BodyVibe remote in his pocket felt like a loaded gun.

Just once, he promised himself. Just BodyVibe. And only to see if it could be cross-promoted in the new line. He had spent the afternoon trying to convince himself he was doing this for his company. The success of DoublePlay depended on Sologirl. His employees and his customers depended on him. He was being selfless, a martyr, even.

Yeah, right. More like his cock was depending on him.

He’d been hard from the minute he’d seen her nameplate on the Formica desk in the library, hard the whole time they had been speaking, hard while he downloaded the directions for the BodyVibe remote and refreshed his memory. He was hard now, because her upswept, blond hair, barely there lipstick and modest dress made her look hotter than any fuck-me lingerie he’d ever seen on any woman. Sologirl totally tripped his switch and he wanted her.

Her
help
, he corrected himself.

He needed her help with the DoublePlay line, and maybe after a few BodyVibe-assisted orgasms, she’d be so hooked on the concept that she would be willing to continue testing products with another partner. He could just barely rationalize doing this with her tonight because they had BodyVibe and a table length between them. However, he had two dozen prototypes for the DoublePlay line, and none of the rest of them operated by remote control. Nope, they were all very hands-on, one hundred percent up close and personal, and he couldn’t test the rest of the line with her without jeopardizing his company and risking the wrath of his lawyers.

She had to find another partner. That was all there was to it. The thought made his stomach clench, so he took a sip of wine and focused on her. “You look beautiful tonight.” He admired the lush curve of her breasts under the high neckline of her dress. Her nipples were visible through the fabric, even through the electrodes he knew she was wearing.

She smiled but said nothing.

“Do you like the wine?” he asked. “They keep a case of this Chardonnay in their wine cellar for me. It’s my favorite.” God, he hated small talk. This was why he didn’t date. Mark kept drinking.

Alisa wasn’t sure whether to roll her eyes or be impressed. The guy was such a player that he kept a case of wine on ice at the most popular restaurant in Norton? Puh-lease. She thought about excusing herself to go to the bathroom and then calling a taxi, but she knew it was just nerves. And arousal. The BodyVibe stimulators were tucked firmly into place and she’d given him the remote in the car.

His prediction this afternoon had been correct. Her pussy was already sweating, swelling, anticipating. Before he even began. It added to her excitement that he was looking at her as if he could read her X-rated thoughts. His ice-blue eyes made her feel deliciously exposed, and his lethal combination of square jaw, hard body and cool expression did things to her body. Her nipples were already hard and her mouth was dry. No man had ever made her feel this way.

He set his menu on the table. “Having second thoughts?”

Alisa shook her head slowly.

“Good.”

The waiter arrived. She had no idea what she ordered.

Mark pulled the remote out of the breast pocket of his jacket and set it on the table in front of him. It looked remarkably like a cell phone, perfectly appropriate on the elegant table.

Alisa’s heart began to pound. She wanted to snatch the remote off the table and use it to quell the ache between her thighs. Instead, she shifted on the banquette, recrossed her legs, wiggled a bit to rub the clit-cup against her mound. The right side of his mouth lifted briefly in a knowing half smile.

“Oh no you don’t, Sologirl. No cheating.”

She froze, amazed by the gush of juice in her pussy that his words caused. She wasn’t sure what turned her on more, sitting here in this quiet restaurant secretly wired for sex or the fact that he knew she wanted it. She loved to delay her pleasure, draw it out, wait until she knew that her orgasm would be spectacular. She liked to control when it happened, how hard, how much, how many. Apparently, she liked to let someone else control her pleasure too, because her body was clearly on board with this kinky scene.

Mark palmed the remote, drew it into his lap. “I’ll give it to you, don’t worry. You’ll get it. You want a little taste?”

He sent one strong vibration straight to her clit. Even though she was primed for it, she jumped. It was hard to keep from crying out. She rocked her hips, grinding into the vibration, ready for more.

His lips curved. “Should I spend the entire meal torturing you? I could start with your nipples, begin on the lowest setting, work up to the max while you enjoy your salad.”

The electrodes began to send small jolts of energy to her nipples—sharp, buzzy hits like small tongues licking one and then the other. Instead of bringing relief, it heightened her frustration.

“Of course, I could get you off immediately and then spend the rest of the meal torturing you.” Mark smiled again. “Relax, Sologirl. The food is very good here. You don’t want to miss it.”

He picked up his fork and began to eat, one-handed. She groaned. The mesclun mix was tough as grass in her mouth and the vinaigrette was sour on her tongue. Alisa tried to remember what she had ordered for her entree. There was no way she was going to be able to concentrate on cutting a steak or a veal chop.

Her nipples felt as big as ripe cherries, straining against the fabric of her dress. This
must
be the maximum setting. “You know, we plan to sell this model with adjustable nipple clips,” he said. Just the thought made her ache even more. Her nipples were throbbing now, in time with her pulse, sending lightning bolts of pleasure to her pussy. Her vulva was swollen, making everything a tighter fit, the wires rubbing tantalizingly against her labia.

She regretted not pulling an extra layer of panties over BodyVibe because she was soaking wet. Should she make a run to the bathroom to towel off? As if he read her mind, or perhaps correctly interpreted her glance around the room, Mark said, “Don’t run away now. It’s just about to get interesting.” He leaned back in his chair to allow the waiter to remove his salad plate. Her own was barely touched.

Alisa stayed in her seat. She didn’t think she would have been able to stand, anyway. She felt languid, boneless. The urgency of the moment before had been replaced with a surety of satisfaction.

She wished she could touch herself, knew her labia would feel glossy and smooth, engorged, silken. Her lips would feel like petals and she would rub them, pluck them, slide her middle finger up and down, in and out, stroke the sensitized path deep into her vagina. This is when she would slow down. Stop to smell the roses, maybe even taste them.

She smiled at the busboy as he refilled her water glass, and there was a telltale hitch in his gait when he moved on to the next table. “If you have any more smiles like that, send them my way,” Mark said.

“Finish what you’ve started, Mr. Winters, and I’ll give you whatever you want.” Her voice was rough.

“Promises, promises.”

The waiter returned with their entrees. Penne pasta, thank God. She waved away the freshly grated Parmesan cheese.

Her pussy was buzzing now. Not continuously, never enough to make her numb. Sometimes just long enough to take her up to the next peak, sometimes a few quick bursts in a row, almost enough to get into a rhythm, and then they’d stop. She was moving in her seat, rocking imperceptibly. Mark didn’t chastise her this time. He probably knew she had to do something to keep from screaming.

Alisa glanced over and saw a sixty-ish woman sitting on the same banquette a few tables down the row, look over curiously. Her still-blond bob was immaculate, her eyes wide in her perfectly madeup face. The woman watched them for a minute. Then her eyes returned to her silver-haired dinner partner. She cocked an eyebrow at him. He took her hand.

Across the room, a heavyset man wearing large gold rings on most of his fingers glanced over at their table. His young, brunette dining companion chatted endlessly.

They must know. How could they not know something was going on?

Alisa knew what she looked like when she was playing with herself—flushed, heavy-lidded, mouth softly open. She’d spent enough time sitting in her bedroom chair at home in front of a full-length mirror with her legs spread and her feet braced on the wall, fingers busy between her legs.

The heavyset, ringed man’s eyes glanced off Alisa, skated away, returned to his date.

“Good girl,” Mark said.

She cleared her throat, tried to breathe evenly. It would be better if she didn’t rush it. She focused on Mark.

His jaw was tight, mouth set, blue eyes blazing. He wasn’t looking at the remote in his hand. He was looking at her. Intently. As if she were the meal, not his untouched steak. As if he would like to eat her. She wanted that. She wanted him to eat her. She wanted his mouth on her pussy. She wanted him to suck her, fuck her with his tongue. The hungry, raw look on his face transfixed her.

Alisa’s imperceptible rocking motions lodged the small vibrator more deeply in her vagina. Her body arched. A small whimper escaped from her throat. She knew she was going to come any minute. Even if he stopped the vibrations, her own subtle grind would carry her over the edge.

The next blast went on forever. She fought to sit still and silent while her pussy exploded with wave after wave of pleasure. She was coming and he knew it. His desire fed her orgasm. She couldn’t look away from his eyes.

Peripherally, she saw Mark do something quick and complicated on the remote. She wasn’t coming down. She could barely keep from screaming. What was he doing? A thread of panic heightened the pleasure, took her higher. Alisa felt the murmur of electricity surround her clit, the hum of vibration building inside her body. Again.

Her nostrils flared, teeth clenched against a groan. Mark’s eyes were avid, eating up every sign of her arousal as she fought not to betray them. A quick, hard throb in her ass sent her reeling over the top again, higher, harder than before, one single gasp tearing loose from her throat, a guttural groan of swallowed exhilaration.

The waiter was approaching their table. Mark leaned forward. “If we were alone, I would bend you over this table and fuck you. Would you let me to do that?”

“Is everything all right, sir?” The waiter stopped at their table and looked worriedly at their untouched plates.

Mark smiled calmly. “Everything is perfect. Would you wrap these to go? I think we’re all done here.”

“Certainly, sir.” The waiter swept the plates off the table.

They were alone again.

He looked at her expectantly.

Alisa downed the wine in her glass. “I want…I need…excuse me.” She fled to the ladies room.

Alisa desperately hoped that the back of her dress was not stained with her own moisture. Thank God she’d worn black. It was a synthetic material, and with the way she was dripping, she was afraid she’d have cream down to her ankles before she made it to a stall.

She needed a moment to regroup, dry off and assess the damage.

Damage to what, she wasn’t sure.

Why couldn’t she answer his question? Tell him that, yes, she wanted him to bend her over, take her any way he wanted, fuck her hard, make her come, use her until she passed out. Why couldn’t she speak the words out loud? What was she afraid of? It wasn’t like he was going to say no. He’d asked the question, after all, and he wanted her help with DoublePlay.

Alisa examined herself in the mirror. Her eyes were bright, cheeks flushed, hair tangled in back from where she must have rested her head against the banquette for a moment.

Unbelievable. She was getting wetter just thinking about the way he had looked at her. His gaze had been merciless, like she was a butterfly pinned to a tray. He had looked hungry, like a starving man at a banquet. Crystal had watched her orgasm countless times, but she had never gotten the feeling that Crystal would eat her alive if given the chance or that the space between them served to protect her.