The Spare Girl [M/F/F]

Chapter 20

“Nate, there’s something I wanted to speak to you about.” He straightened up. “Privately.”

Xander looked almost embarrassed by asking Nate to talk. Nate looked just as confused as Amelia did. I knew nothing about their relationship so it was pretty expected that I knew nothing about what Xander wanted to talk about.

Nate stood from the table. He leaned down and whispered into Amelia’s ear. She rolled her eyes which Nate answered with a swift hand to her crotch. She froze as his fingers slid beneath her dress and too a place I couldn’t see. I turned my head out of respect. And also because I really didn’t want to see Amelia’s blissed out face.

I heard, “Behave,” drop from Nate, but that was it. Then, he followed Xander through the door that I believed led to the back of the stage.

Being left alone with Amelia seemed like the worst idea of the night. She didn’t look too happy to be sitting at the same table as me either, but she didn’t make the move to leave. She was perfectly fine where she was, burning her gaze into mine while I tried to make sense of the situation.

She finally broke the silence.

“I’m only going to say this once.” She crossed her arms. The deep V-neck showed off her perfect chest. I couldn’t help but feel like a small bug trapped beneath a magnifying glass as she studied me. She got this sort of rue smile on her face, but it wasn’t a true smile. It was closer to a sneer. I vaguely wondered where the other side of her went. The one that so badly wanted to slide her fingers into my cunt. “If you ever hurt him, I’ll make your life a living hell.”

I was stunned to say the least; I could almost not get the words out fast enough.

“I would never.” That was the last thing I wanted to do. Hurting anyone wasn’t my intention.

I settled back into my seat. I picked at the hem of my shirt.

“Is that why you hate me now?”

The silent question, about whether this was about me turning me down, hung in the air. I couldn’t tell if she received it.

She turned to look at the empty stage. The man lounged with the silver and golden women. They took turns kissing and groping one another. There were various couples around the room. We were the odd ones out. The only people that weren’t all over each other.

“I’ve been rejected before. That’s nothing.” Somehow I couldn’t imagine anyone turning her down. Even with her bad attitude. It was kind of sexy in a way.

She gave a sigh. “He gets attached easily. The last girl didn’t work out. It’s been close to five years since we’ve tried again.”

When she looked back at me, I saw the first—the real—Amelia staring back at me. The look in her eyes showed how much she cared about Nate and what it would mean for me to accept their offer.

I just didn’t know if this was right or if I truly wanted to be committed to what I could only describe as a job. It would be my duty to satisfy them, wouldn’t it?

That was a bad thing to think about. It made my blood boil and those hellish thoughts I’d fought to get rid of came crawling back. It shouldn’t have turned me on so much to think about them treating me like a slave or a dog. That was just sick.

Amelia c****d her head. “What were you thinking about?”

I raised both my eyebrows. “Nothing.”

My voice cracked. I coughed to cover it up.

She sent me a look that just said that she knew I was spewing bullshit.

“Come here.”

I didn’t move an inch. She stared at me and I tried to ignore it. In my head, I prayed for Nate to come back out and save me from her.

She hooked her leg around the leg of the chair. She pulled it towards her. I shifted just barely enough so that I didn’t inch closer to her.

Her eyes narrowed, but it wasn’t to send terror. It was playful.

The tip of her tongue darted out and swiped across the bottom of her lip.

“You were thinking about it, weren’t you?” She slid her leg against mine. She kicked off her heel.

I pushed her foot away as it slid up my leg and between my thighs.

“I wonder what it is that you imagined.” She bit her lip. “Perhaps you were down on your knees while you took Nate’s c**k down your throat. You’re worshipping it, tonguing the slit, and moaning as he grabs a handful of your hair and f***s his c**k so far down that it hits your tonsils.”

I gulp. Her foot presses against my crotch. She spreads her toes until one meets my c**t head on. I jerk in my seat.

She grins. “Got it.”

I try to twist away from her but I only make it worse. The tip of her toe hits dead on to my c**t, flicking upwards and down. My mouth opens as I clench my thighs. A silent moan comes out and my legs jerk as she pushes her foot harder into me. She watches me with a pleased smile. Her tongue darts out again. She focused on the movements of her foot and the look on my face. She’s watching me just as closely as she did in the parking lot. The look on her face reminds me just a bit of Melanie. They both get this look like they want nothing in the world except to put me down on my knees.

Nate had that same glimmer in his eyes when he forced his c**k down my throat.

I grabbed her by the ankle. My fingers tightened around her, but I didn’t have the strength to push her away. I bit my lip as she rubbed over my c**t, moving my p***y juices up to that the ride was smoother. I tilted my head back, chest heaving as I tried to find the nerve to make her stop. But it felt so good.