Kinky Boots(21)
‘What do you want, Jill Hart? You can have it, you know. You’re not Finn’s prisoner. As long as I’m inside you, you’ll never be anyone’s prisoner. If you don’t want to sleep, you don’t have to.’ She laughed softly. ‘I’m not as stupid as Finn thinks. I know exactly what your body’s capable of and what would most pleasure it, both things you would like very much to know. Isn’t that so?’
Jill nodded her response into the darkness. Then the voice felt closer still. ‘Get dressed, Jill. We’re going out.’
‘But what about Finn?’
‘Nobody knows Finn better than I do, sweetie,’ the voice came again. ‘Trust me, I know how to give him the slip. In fact I know how to give him something even better than the slip.’ She tsk-tsked. ‘Of course I’m not going to hurt him, you silly goose. I would never hurt our Finn. I’ll just give him a little something to think about. Go on now, get dressed. That’s a good girl.’
* * *
Thirty minutes later they were dancing in Juno. Jill was wearing the skirt she’d borrowed from Vivie, a black vest that showed plenty of cleavage, and the fabulous boots. Her hair was down and the make-up was minimal. Clearly not from the same school of fashion as Vivie, Eleanor had assured her that, in her case, less was more.
Jill was dancing, something she would never have been brave enough to do without Vivie there to egg her on. Vivie, Eleanor, what was the difference, she wondered. She still wasn’t brave enough to strike out on her own. ‘Neither is Vivie,’ Eleanor whispered. ‘That’s why she drags you along.’
And, in truth, this time was considerably different. Jill had danced with three different blokes since she’d arrived, and the one she was dancing with now looked like he might play rugby or something equally physical when he wasn’t shaking his very nice booty on the dance floor.
‘Mmmm,’ Eleanor purred against her ear. ‘He definitely fancies you, and I detect wood developing below deck.’
Jill wasn’t sure if the improvement in her peripheral vision came from being demon-possessed or simply from the fact that she’d never needed to sneak a peek at a man’s crotch before. But Eleanor wasn’t wrong. The guy’s fly was filling out very nicely indeed. The thought that Jill could be fucking him very shortly tightened her pussy in the tiny gusset of her thong, already damp with exciting possibilities. The knot in her stomach tightened in empathy at the thought of actually letting this bloke, this stranger, ride her. Before her encounter with Finn in Kinky Boots, she’d never even come close to picking up someone in a bar.
As the music changed to a slow beat, some song that Jill, with her total lack of interest in pop culture, didn’t recognise, the man pulled her into his arms. He wasn’t as big as Meinrad, but he was plenty big enough, and for a second she fought the urge to flee as strong arms closed around her and a hand settled low on her back just above the swell of her bottom.
‘It’s all right,’ Eleanor assured her. ‘He’s OK.’
The man, whose name she didn’t know, bent and brushed a kiss across her ear. ‘You smell so good,’ he said.
She smelled like Finn, she thought, and suddenly she felt guilty, which made her angry. She had no reason to feel guilty. She didn’t belong to Finn. She was nothing to him, other than the duty he’d been saddled with because the demon he was supposed to be controlling got out of hand. She expected some tart remark from Eleanor at that thought, but the demon said nothing.
Before she could think too much about it, the man’s mouth found hers in an awkward hunchback of a position that his added height required. The kiss was sloppy, too wet, too much tongue, too suffocating. He lacked Finn’s finesse in the lip and mouth department. The fact that she was making comparisons made her even more angry, but she was too nervous to press the issue and take back control of the kiss. Instead, she managed to level a palm against his chest to give herself a little breathing space. He mistook her effort as mutual attraction and guided her hand inside the open top buttons of his shirt to rest against a sweaty pec. ‘Come on,’ he panted, ‘let’s get out of here.’
She balked, and fought back panic. ‘I can’t leave.’ The sudden rush of nerves made her knees weak, made her feel like she might hyperventilate. ‘I’m waiting for a friend. We said we’d meet here.’
‘There you are, darling! I’ve been looking all over for you.’ Finn pushed in between her and Rugby Man, who made no effort to stop him, but gave a little shrug and offered her a look that said she was a cock-tease. Then he moved to the side of the dance space and immediately began talking to a redhead with enormous tits.