Midnight Heat

Guilty Lunch and Wet

Maya’s POV

The video of Chloe tied up kept playing in my mind all morning. I could not eat breakfast. I could not think clearly. When Chloe called me for lunch I wanted to say no but I knew I had to act normal. I met her at our usual restaurant. She sat at a corner table wearing a bright yellow dress. She smiled when she saw me but her eyes looked tired.

“Maya you came,” she said and hugged me tight. “I ordered your favorite pasta already.”

We sat down. The smell of food made my stomach turn. Chloe started talking about normal things. Clothes. Movies. Her classes. I tried to smile and nod but my mind kept going back to the video. Her father holding a knife. Her scared face. Inside I felt heavy guilt. How can I sit here and eat with her when I know what her dad does to me every day?

“You are quiet today,” Chloe said. She looked at me carefully. “Is everything okay at work? My dad has been acting strange lately.”

I took a bite of pasta but it tasted like nothing. “Work is fine. Just busy.”

Under the table my thighs pressed together. I remembered what Mr Havisham did to me yesterday in his office. His hard c**k pushing deep. His c*m running down my leg. The memory made heat rush between my legs. I became wet again. Very wet. My face grew hot. I shifted in my seat but the feeling only got stronger.

Chloe kept talking. “I found more weird messages on his phone. About girls and money. Maya are you sure nothing bad is happening?”

I nodded fast. “Nothing bad. Really.”

But my panties felt soaked now. The wetness started to spread. Every small movement made me feel it more. I pressed my legs tight but it did not help. The guilt and the memory mixed together and made me even wetter. I needed to clean up before it showed on my clothes.

“I need to go to the bathroom,” I said quickly. My voice sounded strange.

Chloe looked confused but nodded. “Okay. I will wait here.”

I walked to the bathroom fast. My legs felt shaky. When I locked the door I lifted my skirt. My panties were completely wet. A dark spot showed on the fabric. I pulled them down and used tissue to clean between my thighs. The wetness kept coming. I remembered Mr Havisham’s thrusts. His voice calling me good girl. My fingers touched myself for one second. A small moan escaped.

No. Stop it Maya. This is wrong. Chloe is right outside.

I cleaned as much as I could and put my panties back on. They still felt damp. When I returned to the table Chloe stared at me.

“You were gone a long time. Your face is red. What is going on?”

I sat down carefully. The wetness was still there. Every shift in my seat made me feel it. “I am fine. Just a little warm.”

Chloe did not believe me. She leaned closer. “I know you better than anyone. You are hiding something big. Is it about my dad? Did he touch you? Did he force you to do things?”

My heart stopped for a second. I wanted to tell her everything. But the blackmailers would hurt her. They would send the videos. I shook my head. “No. He is just strict. That is all.”

She looked sad. “I love you Maya. If my dad is hurting you I need to know. I saw him looking at you like you belong to him. It scares me.”

The guilt felt heavier than ever. Under the table my wetness grew again. I crossed my legs tight. The pressure made pleasure spark between my legs. I bit my lip hard. How can I be turned on right now while talking about her father?

We finished lunch quietly. Chloe kept watching me. When we stood up to leave she hugged me again. “Please be careful. I am worried about you.”

I walked home alone. My panties were soaked again. The walk made it worse. Every step rubbed me. By the time I reached my building I felt desperate. Liam waited near the entrance. He saw my face and knew something was wrong.

“What happened?” he asked.

I pulled him inside my apartment fast. As soon as the door closed I kissed him hard. My hands moved to his pants. I needed to feel something good. Something real. He understood. He lifted me onto the table and pulled my wet panties down.

“You are dripping,” he whispered.

He pushed inside me in one smooth move. I moaned loud. He f****d me right there on the table. Deep and fast. I came quickly shaking in his arms. He followed soon after filling me with his warmth.

We held each other after. But my phone buzzed on the floor. I picked it up with fear.

New message. A picture of me and Liam having s*x just now. The text said:

“Nice show. Tomorrow night at the warehouse. Bring everything. Mr Havisham and Julian will be waiting. One mistake and Chloe dies first.”