ND/Enter Marty Riordan (S)
From Create Your Own Story
The touch of her hands is already turning you on. Why not have a bit of fun while you talk?
Still returning the man's gaze you reach down under the table and hold her hand. You pull down your zipper quietly and guide her hand to your pants. She recoils as she realizes what you are trying to do but you latch on to her hand and insist.
The situation is clear. If she struggles any further she'll give the game away. The only thing she can do is go along with it. She grasps your shaft gently and runs her hand up and down.
The man finally speaks. 'You've heard of me,' he says.
You nod, trying to think straight as the blonde pumps you under the table. You have heard of him. You won't find many people within fifty miles who haven't heard of Marty Riordan. Especially not if they're in your line of work.
'Good,' he says. He pauses and looks at you keenly. You stifle a moan of delight. 'I came looking for a friend,' he says.
'I'm afraid I don't know you well enough,' you reply. Is it just your imagination or is she starting to enjoy herself. The strokes grow more fervent, the grip tighter.
Riordan smiles. 'Luckily for you I like wise guys,' he says. 'It keeps me on my toes. Just don't get too wise.'
'You see this friend of mine,' he continues as you squirm. 'She's in a bit of a mess. Now I offered to help her with it, but she wouldn't have any of it. She insisted on doing something stupid.' He leans forward. 'I don't like that, Mr. Horne. I don't like it one bit.'
The tension builds up, not just between you and Riordan, but also under the desk. You feel like you're going to explode.
He stands up. 'Now I'm going to take care of this matter for her. And I would appreciate it if I was left alone to do it.'
'If I see your friend I'll be sure to let her know,' you manage. Okay, this is it. You can't hold it in any longer.
