Ascending Lauren Ch. 27 - Sex Stories

Ascending Lauren Ch. 27

... the growing darkness. The glowing lights from the Biscayne Park Observation Wheel churned not too far away. As he started the long walk back to the apartment, the poor man's mind spun like a Con Ed generator.

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Shane watched intently over the railing at the couple finishing up dinner as her date took a credit card out of his wallet. They were leaning into each other and appeared to be whispering sweet nothings, only breaking apart when the waiter returned with a pen to sign the check. Rising first, the guy extended his hand as Lauren took it, using it as leverage to shimmy out of the booth. Smiling, she smoothed out the bottom of her dress and grabbed her clutch.

Carson quickly unchained his bike.

They're on the move.

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Corey felt the phone vibrate in his pocket before he heard the ping! of an incoming text message. Pushing his way through the revolving doors into the lobby of the Arms, he stopped near a row of couches, nodding briefly to an old lady with a wiry and decidedly tight-wound terrier. Fishing it out of his pocket, he pressed the notification on the home screen.

Lauren.

Almost immediately, a photo of a marina popped up, long shadows of the setting sun playing off the main masts of the myriad of sailboats. Then another photo. And another. They were selfies, both of his wife and Alex, smiling at the camera held at arm's length. In the background were hallmarks of fine dining. Italian, no doubt.

'You'll hear from me when you hear,' ...

... she had said. Was this just proof of life then, and nothing more?

"Mr. Miller?"

A crusty voice from across the lobby shook Corey from his thoughts. Looking up, he saw the elderly concierge, Harvey, holding a plainly wrapped package in his hand.

"You have a delivery."

"Um, thanks."

It was the external SSD he had ordered for his laptop. Signing the receipt log, the preoccupied resident began to walk away.

"Damaged, sir?"

"What?" Corey asked, looking back. The old man's choice of words was ironic if not timely.

"The package, sir. Open the package to confirm no damage."

"Oh, right. I will."

With a strange look, Corey returned to the desk. "Can I ask you something?"

Did I enjoy blowing my load in your wife's mouth? Harvey joked to himself. It had been in the small room behind them where not too long ago the whore had convinced him to delete that video of her and 15b going at it. Which he had not, by the way.

"Shoot." Another chuckle.See what I did there?

"Laur..., eh, Mrs. Miller. She seems to know a lot of the residents."

The doorman could hardly keep a straight face. "You might say that. She's extremely popular."

"How popular."

Harvey squinted, his face falling flat. He sort of felt sad for this putz.

"Very."

Corey drank in the man's expression, trying to read it. It was almost as if the guy was trying to tell him something. "T-T-Thanks," the Iowan replied, walking slowly to a table near where the old woman and her dog awaited ...