“Don’t care. If they still let you in here, nothing I do is going to be shocking.” She ate another bite, picking up crumbs with her fingertip. “You’re just jealous.” In a short amount of time, only a few smears were left. Summer looked at the plate, then at Tony, then back at the plate. “I’m tempted to lick it.”
“I’m pretty sure you wouldn’t be the first to do that,” Tony replied, as he scraped up the last of his tiramisu with his fork. “And probably only the waitstaff would look at you funny. And me, but I figure that’s nothing out of the ordinary by now.”
“Hmmm, no. I won’t do it. Tip for you, though: the next time I’m down, send out for some of this.” Neatly she laid the fork upside down on the plate and eyed Tony. “Now what?”
Her fingernails curved into his skin, eyelids fluttering. Something pulsed under her skin, throbbing in rhythm with his thrusts and her moans. “Tony, oh, Tony!” she panted, and then it was as if a firework went off in her skull, shattering sparks throughout her body. Her arms trembled, shivers shaking her limbs. She blinked her eyes open, slowly, and then her elbows quit and she collapsed on him.
“Ooh, someone thinks he’s funny!” She pulled it over her head and wrestled the zipper up, then stalked out to stare at the rack of earrings. It took her a couple minutes to finish up and put on shoes. She turned to Victor. “Do I meet your approval?”
He looked her up and down in an almost predatory manner. “You always look beautiful Summer, but tonight, tonight you’re going to outshine all of the other ladies there dear.” Victor grabbed her a coat then threw his on and held his arm out for her. “Ready love?”
“I don’t know what I’m ready /for/, but I suppose so.” She tucked her hand over his arm and let him lead her out to the car, forbearing to ask any more questions.
“You’ll find out soon enough, Summer.” He led her to his car and opened the door for her before heading over to the driver’s side, putting his seat belt on, waiting for her to do the same and then pulling out of her driveway. It was about a 20 minute drive before they pulled up to the theatre. Victor went over to Summer’s side and opened the door for her, offering her a hand. “We’re here; I hope you don’t mind Cirque du Soleil love.”
He turned for a moment to hand the keys to the valet.
Summer pulled her hand away to cover her mouth so her squeal wouldn’t deafen anyone. “Oh, /Victor/!” Her eyes sparkled and her smile nearly split her face.
A grin broke across Victor’s face and the relief flooded his face. “I’ll take that as a ‘no you don’t mind le Cirque?”
He led her towards the entrance and flashed his tickets at the door then directed her to a booth-like section in the upper-mid balcony with a fantastic view; he had pulled some strings with the stage manager and director to get it. Victor once again showed their tickets to one of the ushers, assuring them that they were in the right place. Finally, he took her coat, “I used to work in this theater as a side gig whenever I got bored. Not for the Cirque, but for other shows and these seats are by far the best in the house.”
“You did all the things, before you met me.” Summer chuckled a little, settling down in her seat. “Usually I’m in with the common herd.”
“Ooh, someone thinks he’s funny!” She pulled it over her head and wrestled the zipper up, then stalked out to stare at the rack of earrings. It took her a couple minutes to finish up and put on shoes. She turned to Victor. “Do I meet your approval?”
He looked her up and down in an almost predatory manner. “You always look beautiful Summer, but tonight, tonight you’re going to outshine all of the other ladies there dear.” Victor grabbed her a coat then threw his on and held his arm out for her. “Ready love?”
“I don’t know what I’m ready /for/, but I suppose so.” She tucked her hand over his arm and let him lead her out to the car, forbearing to ask any more questions.
“You’ll find out soon enough, Summer.” He led her to his car and opened the door for her before heading over to the driver’s side, putting his seat belt on, waiting for her to do the same and then pulling out of her driveway. It was about a 20 minute drive before they pulled up to the theatre. Victor went over to Summer’s side and opened the door for her, offering her a hand. “We’re here; I hope you don’t mind Cirque du Soleil love.”
He turned for a moment to hand the keys to the valet.
Summer pulled her hand away to cover her mouth so her squeal wouldn’t deafen anyone. “Oh, /Victor/!” Her eyes sparkled and her smile nearly split her face.
“What is this food fight you are trying to start?” Summer picked up her knife and shook it at him. “Let me see the desserts … ” She flipped through, and her eyes lit. “Oh, they have carrot cake! I /love/ carrot cake. Please, Tony?”
Tony laughed. “Hey, go ahead. Not like we actually have somewhere to be after this.” He glanced over the dessert menu. “Besides, they have tiramisu, so I’ve got nothin’ to complain about.” It was only a few moments later that the server came back to take their dessert orders and bring a couple boxes.
She was half-tempted to hurry through the cake, but at the first bite she closed her eyes and moaned in pure bliss. “Oh my god, this is so very good.” Every single bite, she savored slowly, deliberately swiping a finger through the cream cheese frosting and smearing it on her lips before licking it off.
Tony arched one eyebrow slowly as he watched her, his attention only partially focused on his own dessert. “Is that really necessary?” he finally asked, his tone marginally accusatory. “You’re gonna get us thrown out for indecent behavior.” Whether he was referring to her treatment of her cake or something else entirely was still unclear.
“Don’t care. If they still let you in here, nothing I do is going to be shocking.” She ate another bite, picking up crumbs with her fingertip. “You’re just jealous.” In a short amount of time, only a few smears were left. Summer looked at the plate, then at Tony, then back at the plate. “I’m tempted to lick it.”
Victor waltzed back into the bathroom and scratched behind Doc’s ears before kissing Summer’s neck. “Anything I can do to help Summer?”
“Bring my dress?” She tilted her head a little bit, then pushed Victor away, smiling. “What did I say about shenanigans? We’ll never get out of here if you keep that up.”
A look of mock indignation came over Victor. “Shenanigans? What shenanigans?” He left the bathroom chuckling and returned with her dress. “I am ready love, so I won’t be the cause if we’re late dear?” he finished with a playful smirk.
“Ooh, someone thinks he’s funny!” She pulled it over her head and wrestled the zipper up, then stalked out to stare at the rack of earrings. It took her a couple minutes to finish up and put on shoes. She turned to Victor. “Do I meet your approval?”
He looked her up and down in an almost predatory manner. “You always look beautiful Summer, but tonight, tonight you’re going to outshine all of the other ladies there dear.” Victor grabbed her a coat then threw his on and held his arm out for her. “Ready love?”
“I don’t know what I’m ready /for/, but I suppose so.” She tucked her hand over his arm and let him lead her out to the car, forbearing to ask any more questions.
