Toby ran a quick finger down her folds, laughing as she shivered.
“You’re an eager little bitch, aren’t you?”
She cringed, the muffled voices seeming to grow louder around them. The danger that any of the people chatting and laughing could push through the curtain and see her was terrifying, and yet the risk was already transmuting into excitement. She’d always been a thrill seeker, and this was the biggest thrill she’d ever sought. Who needed champagne when you could get busted with your ass out in public? It helped that Toby was naked, too, at least partially.
His bare cock slid through her crack, and he tapped it against her ass, leaving wet dots on her skin. “Like that?”
Tabby nodded, cheek squeaking against the table.
“You’ll let me do anything I want to you, won’t you?”
“Ye-hessss.”
The tip pressed into her cunt, and she was so wet she all but sucked him inside her.
“Want me to fill you up? Fuck you with it?”
“Yes, Toby.”
“What’ll you do for it?”
“Anything,” she said honestly. “What do you want? What can I do for you?”
He flattened a palm to her back and pushed her until her chin was on the table. “You can shut up.”
She heard a tearing sound and realised he was opening a condom. How had she forgotten about condoms? But she already knew the answer. The ache between her legs was concerned with nothing more than being filled. Taken the way girls like her were supposed to get taken. Hard and ruthless. Used for all they were worth.
Who are you?She asked herself, but the delicious part was that it didn’t matter. Toby’s latex-covered cock was pressed to her entrance, promising real relief at last. She pushed her mouth against the table and waited for it to happen.
Toby kept her dangling for another long moment, then shoved himself roughly inside her.
“Yesssss,” she moaned, tilting her hips and wriggling back onto his shaft. “Yes.”
Another mocking laugh as Toby’s hands closed around her ass. “That’s it. Get me right where you need it.”
She obliged, pushing back on him as he began to pump.
“You better come fast,” he warned. “Or I’m gonna rip back the curtain and let the whole bar watch instead of just your cuck boyfriend.”
Tabby moaned at the thought of Conor watching her be used for money, powerless to stop it from happening. She arched against Toby as he slammed inside her, barely managing to hold back a scream. He was sobig. Had he always been this big? Or was it the fantasy that had her so tight and tender it felt like he was tearing her apart?
Toby drove himself to the hilt and then held there. “Maybe you want that. Give everyone a show? Just say the word, Tabitha. It’s your reputation.”
“No,” she breathed, struggling for stimulation. “Please?”
“We’ll see,” he said, giving her a quick thrust that made her eyes roll back.
“More, please?”
“Okay, sweetness.” He pounded into her, laughing as she writhed against him. “Smile nice and big for the camera. Let your boyfriend see how much fun you’re having.”
He wasn’t filming her, didn’t have his phone anywhere she could see it, but her traitor inner muscles clenched at the thought. Her clit was swollen, and her tits were glowing. The finish line approaching so fast it was embarrassing.
She realised she could hear other sex sounds. The rest of Prism had caught up with her and Toby, and that helped, knowing she wasn’t the only person getting screwed in this place. She looked over her shoulder and found Toby watching his dick slide into her, his blunt interest making the sensation of being fucked ten times hotter.
Then he met her gaze and smiled, cold as ice. “That’s it. It’s inside you, pushing up on all those good places. Now close your eyes and come.”
“No,” she whispered. “I shouldn’t…”
