1. Marcy's Playground 5 by loyalsock


    Date: 4/11/2017, Categories: First Time Author: loyalsock 

    &#034This okay?&#034 Jean-Luc asked. I nodded. We went in, and one of the doormen directed us to the restaurant. It was definitely the nicest restaurant I'd ever been in. Dinner was really nice. Turns out Jean-Luc was an advocate for the little guy, often helping k**s get medical treatments their health insurance companies didn't want to pay for. &#034You don't defend r****ts and murders?&#034 I asked jokingly. &#034Not unless they're personal friends of mine,&#034 he joked back. Of course when he started asking me questions about my life, I ended up talking about football and the books I'd been reading lately. Which made me realize I had a really boring life. But it's not exactly like I could talk about my job. We ordered dessert, and before it came, Jean-Luc looked at me. &#034I'd like to get a room here at the hotel if you'd like to come up with me. Would you like to come up with me?&#034 I blinked. Somehow I hadn't expected that. I guess I should have, but it never occurred to me. &#034No pressure,&#034 Jean-Luc said. &#034I'd like that,&#034 I said. &#034Okay,&#034 he said. &#034Wait here.&#034 He gave me a peck on the cheek and walked out. Oh God, oh God. Breathe. It's okay. This is fine. This is good. This is what you wanted. Sophisticated and adult. Our dessert came at the same time he came back. Instead of sitting across from me, he pulled his chair around so it was next to mine. He picked up the fork and fed me the cake. It was surprisingly intimate, like all of a ...
    ... sudden we were the only ones in the restaurant, and feeding me was the only thing in the world that mattered to him. When the cake was almost finished he took a little bit of icing and put it on my bottom lip. He leaned in and kissed it off. &#034Ready?&#034 he asked softly. I nodded. He got up and held my hand, and I started to follow him. &#034Wait, the check,&#034 I said. &#034Already paid for it,&#034 he said. Then we were in the elevator, and he rested his arm casually around my shoulders like we were a real couple. I alternated between very nervous and eerily calm. It was if my insides couldn't decide whether to be excited or freaked out, so they kept pushing fake moments of calm in there. The result was a little ping-pong bi-polar. Was Jean-Luc nervous too? Maybe this is just business as usual for him. &#034Come here often?&#034 I said with a teasing lilt in my voice. &#034First time,&#034 he said. The room was huge. Was this the bridal suite? I turned around in a circle looking at all the luxury. There was also a bucket of champagne on ice and a plate of strawberries on the table. &#034You want a drink?&#034 &#034Oh yeah. I'm thinking I need a few.&#034 He laughed. &#034So I don't need to get you d***k to take advantage of you?&#034 &#034No, you don't need to get me d***k; it looks like my nerves will push me to getting d***k without your help.&#034 &#034We don't have to do anything, Marcy.&#034 &#034You bought this nice, expensive room.&#034 He came over and held my ...
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