6. Day Three
CHAPTER 6
Day Three
ON SHIP
KATIE
All through dinner, I have been on edge.
When Barrett called me a starfish, I was beyond embarrassed.
I know I wasn’t always the most passionate with him, but he could never find my clit. The man would half ass some foreplay, then jam his prick into the hole and pump a dozen times before collapsing in orgasm.
It’s not like I wanted to be a starfish, but there’s not much opportunity to switch things up with things even in three minutes.
The look on Dominic’s face, though. He was curious. I thought he was connecting the dots. For some reason, I didn’t want him to think of me that way. To think I can’t please him.
I had to remind myself that I don’t want to please him. This is all a charade. Even when he stuck up for me, I think it was only because it was Barrett. Would he have done the same thing if he wasn’t pretending to be my boyfriend?
Then we sat down and he admitted he thought the starfish comment meant I was into anal.
I have to admit, hearing it come from Dominic’s mouth didn’t turn me off the way it would when Barrett would beg for it. I never let him do it, but mostly because he already wasn’t pleasing me. Why make it even worse?
Yet, when Dominic brought it up, my body tingled. Something about the idea feels taboo and excites me in a way it never has before. Maybe it’s the pure sex appeal that pours off of him is like an aphrodisiac.
Needless to say, dinner was rough. He kept touching me. In between courses, he would reach for my hand, holding it until they brought the next plate of food. While we ate, he did the whole manspreading thing, making sure his leg was pressed against mine.
It was like a huge game of foreplay.
Whereas Barrett could barely get me wet shoving his fingers inside me, Dominic has me soaked from barely touching me.
So as we leave the dining room, I stop him outside the door.
“Can we use this group chat thing to message other rooms?” I asked him.
He nods. “Yeah. Why?”
“No reason. I want to ask Nessa something. I need to use the restroom.”
He gives me an odd look but holds out my phone to me. I give him a small smile.
“Thanks.”
Once inside the bathroom, I quickly find my sister on the app, typing out a text.
Mayday. Bathroom outside the restaurant. Now.
Within a second, my phone dings.
On my way.
It only takes her a minute to pop her head in.
“What happened? Grant told me what Barrett said. I convinced a server to drop some pumpkin soup in his lap. Don’t worry, it was cold.”
I force a smile. “Who cares about Barrett? My panties are fucking soaked. I need to take them off. Please tell me you brought your purse.”
She pulls her purse from her shoulder, eyes wide. “What do you need? Wet wipe? How are you so wet anyway? Wait, did you let him finger blast you at dinner? That would be so fucking hot.”
I snap my fingers. “Focus, woman. He’s been touching me on the arm and with his leg all throughout dinner. Every little caress was like a direct button to my pussy. I have to go sit through a comedy show with him and I can almost smell myself. Please take my underwear. I beg of you.”
I start pulling them off.
“Hell no. That’s gross. Just go stick them in his pocket. Trust me, he will get the hint.”
“Hint?” I hiss. “What hint? You forget he’s not my actual boyfriend. I cannot have sex with him. It’s in the fucking rules.”
She snorts. “His rules or yours? Trust me, that man wants to devour you. I say you go out there and slip those panties in his pocket. He will want to drag you back to the room immediately, but a little delayed gratification can make everything so much sweeter. Instead, tell him if he’s good throughout the show, you’ll reward him. Trust me, he will be panting after you.”
“You are so twisted. I only asked you in here to take my underwear for me and tell me to keep my kitty cat under control.”
She’s about to respond when a toilet flushes. My face turns bright red.
Out steps an older woman. She has to be in her seventies. I am mortified.
Nessa is barely holding her laughter as the woman washes her hands. We stand in silence.
Then she turns, wiping her hands on a paper towel.
“If you want my opinion, I say stuff the panties in his pocket and when he drags you back to the room, you mount his face like the queen you are. Make him worship you. He’s not worth it otherwise.”
Then she winks, leaving us standing in the restroom.
Nessa bursts out laughing as I cover my face.
“Jesus fucking Christ, Nessa. Get it together.”
She does, just barely. “What are you going to do?”
I bite my lip. “I’ll do it. Do you have spray or something? I’m telling you, he’s going to be able to smell me.”
She opens her purse, digging around. It takes her a second, but she finds it.
“Here”—she holds out the spray—“it smells like coconuts. He’ll think you have sunscreen on or something.”
Holding out my dress, I give myself three full sprays. I cringe, knowing my gynecologist would be pissed at me, but a girl has to do what she has to do.
Handing the spray back, I look in the mirror, fixing my hair. My panties are now crumpled in my hand. I’m breathing hard and my cheeks are flushed.
“You look beautiful. Now go get him, tiger.”
She smacks my ass as I walk by, following me out.
Dominic is standing where I left him. He smiles at Nessa as she heads back into the restaurant. When I reach his side, I hand him my phone. He slides it into his left pocket, the opposite side I’m on.
Then I take a deep breath, pushing my hand right into his pocket. He raises a brow at me, but I don’t say anything to him. I open my hand, letting my panties fall into his pocket.
When I take mine out, he reaches in to see what I did, but when he pulls them out a bit to look, his eyes widen before shoving them back in.
“Katie, am I currently holding your panties?” His voice is husky.
“Mhmm,” I murmur.
“Fuck,” he curses under his breath. “They are wet. Is that water or…”
As he trails off, I give him what I hope is a coy smile. “Nope. Um, dinner was a little intense. You can hold those for me, right? It was uncomfortable to have them rubbing against me, all wet and stuff.”
He swallows hard. “Did you text Nessa to bring you another pair?” His eyes take in my body.
I shake my head.
“Fuck. Let’s go back to the room. Now.” His voice is barking now as he pulls me toward the elevator.
I dig my feet in, stopping him.
“I really want to go to the show. Can we go?”
He looks like he wants to deny me, but taking a deep breath, he closes his eyes and responds with, “Sure.”
The walk to the comedy club is torturous. If I thought Dominic couldn’t keep his hands off me before, then he has pretty much become part of me now. I’m pulled so close to him, he might as well carry me. Let’s not mention the fact that his hand keeps trailing down to my ass, rubbing over it to confirm that I am indeed not wearing anything under my sundress.
When we finally get to the comedy lounge, he picks a seat in the very back corner, away from prying eyes.
When the server comes right over, he orders himself a scotch and me a margarita without even asking what I want.
“You seem a little worked up,” I whisper, my hand on his leg.
“Well, I am currently holding your wet panties in my pocket, knowing that if I trail my hand up between your pretty little legs, I will find you soaking, begging for my cock. So yeah, I’m a little worked up.”
I giggle. “Who said it had anything to do with you?”
He pulls me closer, making me gasp as his hand trails up underneath the edge of my dress. “Are you telling me someone else turned you on to the point that you had to take your panties off? If so, please tell me what it was so I can learn.”
It’s me that swallows hard this time. This plan is going to backfire.
Before I can respond, the server comes back, dropping off our drinks.
Dominic reluctantly pulls back, keeping his hand on my knee as he accepts his drink, leaving the server to hand me mine.
I squeeze my legs together, not sure how I’m going to make it through this show with his hands on me.
“Behave,” he hisses at me.
I give him a coy look before focusing on the front of the room.
Only a few moments pass before the lights start to lower. They announce the comedian before he rushes on stage.
I’m paying attention to the show, but Dominic isn’t. Instead, his hand is drawing patterns on my knee.
I want to smack him at the same time that I want to jump him.
I’m about to tell him to sneak out the back when the door opens and a feminine giggle can be heard.
“Oh look. Some latecomers. Why don’t you come on in and join us?” the comedian says from the stage.
I cringe in secondhand embarrassment for the couple. It’s dark so I can’t see them, but everyone knows you do not want to be noticed by a comedian. It’s why I was glad Dominic chose to sit in the back.
“Here, we have an open table right up front.”
As the couple moves into the light, I snort.
“Dom, it’s Barrett and his hooker,” I whisper toward him.
His hand halts on my leg, turning to glance at the couple. He shakes his head.
“The kid has no brains in him. This guy is going to rip him apart.”
We watch as Barrett and his girl sit at the table.
“Great. Can I continue then?”
Barrett, being the douche he is, swipes his arm out as if to say “proceed.”
“Great. What’s your name, darling?” the comedian asks the blonde.
“Candice.”
“Well, Candice, how long have you and your beau been together?”
She glances at Barrett with a small smile. “It’s recent.”
Barrett snorts. “We met at the beginning of this trip. We aren’t really together.”
Candice gasps, frowning at him.
“Uh oh. Trouble in paradise. Well, what would you say is your favorite thing about Candice?” the comedian asks Barrett.
“Have you seen her tits? They are phenomenal. My ex didn’t have anywhere near this much.”
My heart pinches at his comment. I’m obviously the ex.
Dominic leans down to whisper in my ear, “Ignore him. He’s a douche.”
“Yeah, she has quite a rack on her. Tell me, darling. What would you say is his best quality?”
Candice is pissed now. She is leaning away from Barrett. “Well, it isn’t his small dick. Honestly, I’m not sure he has a good quality about him at this moment.”
“Oh, come on, babe. You know I’m only playing. Candice here is a sweet girl. Total girlfriend material.” Barrett tries to save himself.
The comedian chuckles. “Now there’s a man with an open mind, you can feel the breeze even from up here! Regret letting him stick his dick in you yet?” he asks, looking at Candice.
Candice doesn’t confirm or deny, just shifts uncomfortably in her seat.
“We will take that as a yes. Bright side dude, Isaac Newton died a virgin. That means you have one up on one of history’s greatest scientific geniuses.”
The crowd laughs.
“You know what we’ve never heard about? An astronaut masturbating in space. Why? Because then they would be admitting to masturbating while at work. You can’t even do that at a fast food place, it’s a fireable offense. I should know. How do you think I ended up doing this?”
“Oh god.” I laugh.
“Sorry, sorry. When in doubt, go for a dick joke. It makes people laugh every time. I have a lot of growing up to do, I realized that the other day when I was rearranging my Pokémon cards.”
“Where did they find this guy?” Dominic whispers.
“No idea.”
“When I signed the contract for this gig, I decided to watch a video on how ships are made. Let me tell you, it was riveting.”
The crowd laughs while shaking their heads.
“Nah, I took this job because my girlfriend broke up with me. She didn’t like that I was pretending to be a Transformer. I kept promising her I could change, but I guess it didn’t happen.” The comedian shrugs.
DOMINIC
The comedian has kept going on his set and while Katie has laughed several times, I can’t tell you a single thing he has said.
How can I focus on him when I know Katie is sitting next to me without panties?
Not only that, but she put her wet panties in my pocket. Isn’t that a known signal that a girl wants to get fucked?
Maybe not for Katie though. She’s not the usual type I go for. If I was home, I would know for sure what this means. The girls who flock to me either want my money or my body. While I have used those avenues to satisfy an itch from time to time, it was never that often.
This isn’t like that though.
Part of me is questioning whether or not Katie is testing me. She set up her boundaries. She said no sex. Is she trying to see if I’ll break her rules?
Why would she do that though? To prove I’m a prick? Or maybe she wants me to cross those lines so she can blame me when it’s over.
It’s day three, and already I’m questioning what the fuck is going on. How did I get myself into this situation?
“You’re tense. Do you need another drink?” Her whispered words in my ear are not helping.
My dick is already painfully hard in my pants, but feeling her breath against my ear and neck makes it twitch.
She’s right. I’m tense and it’s all her fault.
If she hadn’t given me those wide eyes before, I would have dragged her ass all the way back to the room as soon as I felt those panties in my pocket. Yet, I can’t deny her anything she wants.
If only she knew how much of a goner I was for her, she could rule my world.
So many women have dreamed of being in her position yet she’s the one woman who would never want to be there.
Is this trip a turning point for us?
When I put all of this in motion, I only anticipated her tolerating me for the trip and wedding. The way she’s acting now, maybe this could be more. Maybe I can show her that we could do this for real.
Swallowing hard, I lean down into her, pressing a kiss against her cheek. “Fine. I have a lot on my mind.”
She smirks up at me before brushing her hand against the front of my pants.
“We both know all your blood is only in one head. Don’t act like you can think straight right now.”
I don’t respond, my body already reacting to her touch. She has me so worked up, I could be panting and wouldn’t even register the noise.
“So, Candice, darling. You’ve been sitting there with the frat boy for about forty minutes now. I’ve watched as he attempted to claw his way into your good graces. Want to tell us if his pawing has worked?”
I vaguely register the comedian’s words as my body finally calms down.
“He has a lot more work to do if he wants inside these panties, Rob.”
Everyone chuckles.
“Well, darling. If you’d like to see a real package, I see several men in the audience who would be more than willing to give you a shot.”
At his words, several male voices call out to her.
Barrett stands, looking like he is about to blow.
“She’s coming back to my room with me. None of you are better than me.”
When he reaches down, trying to pull Candice up with him. She pulls away from him, crossing her arms.
“Whoa. Looks like we might have made things awkward. Hope you have your own room, sweetheart,” the comedian tells Candice.
She nods, making Barrett curse.
Then he stomps off.
He’s heading right toward us, making me pull Katie closer to me. I don’t want him to see us. I know he will say something dumb.
Instead of walking right by, Katie calls out to him.
“Looks like you picked yourself a winner, Barrett. Wonder who she will end up with tonight?”
He turns, glaring over his shoulder. He doesn’t say anything though. He keeps walking.
It doesn’t take long for the comedian to finish up, but I don’t miss the way he hangs around waiting to talk to Candice.
Shaking my head, I stand.
“Ready to go, baby doll?”