Le Français Pt. 06 - Sex Stories

Le Français Pt. 06

... dinner with the man. She'd blown him off. Now she kept thinking of when she'd blown him, kneeling naked in his living room.

Sinead had acted like a cunt, and now she was being treated like one.

"Sinead," Marc said, snapping her out of her thoughts. "Tonight is about having fun. You look like you've sucked on a lemon."

"Maybe that's what it's like, getting dragged places without being told where we're going," Sinead retorted, letting her frustration bubble over. She knew it was a mask, one of her defensive mechanisms, but she did it anyway. "Did you consider that maybe I wouldn't want to come to something like this?"

"No," Marc said flatly. "And don't be absurd,ma petite rebelle. You look astounding, half of the men around us are stealing glances at you, and we are about to have a lovely time drinking exquisite drinks and eating unnecessarily complicated hors d'oeuvres as we make small talk and, most importantly, take in some of the exhibits. Now stop being childish, your pouting is unattractive."

Sinead flushed again and found herself standing a little straighter, feeling like she'd just been dressed down by one of her teachers back in the Academy. The last time someone had talked to her like that had been her ex-husband, and she'd never let him get away with it. She wanted to blow up at Marc and tell him where he could stuff his attitudeand his buttplug, storm away and take an Uber back to get her car. She had what she needed from him. This could all ...

... stop.

But... shehad been pouting. And shewas being childish.

Fuck you, she thought at Marc. But when he glanced at her again she smiled apologetically, and she wasn't entirely sure if she was faking it or not.

The real problem was that this was exactly the kind of event she would have died to be attending if she'd been the cop on the corner directing traffic, working some Paid Duty overtime and imagining herself all dressed up. She was living out the reality of her own desires, and she was ruining the experience by being... not spiteful, but something.

Her smile stayed in place as Marc presented his invitation to the man at the podium, and they were gestured onto the red carpet. There were a few photographers present, snapping shots for the organisation running the fundraiser, but Sinead doubted anyone would care about her or Marc when local politicians or a few Toronto-born entertainment stars might be in attendance.

Inside, the ROM was brightly lit and decorated to match the high-class event. Marc said hello to some folks, leading her deeper into the building, and soon she felt herself falling back into that persona she'd affected while they were undercover with Victor Berisha at the bar. She laughed and made jokes. She spoke with women of all ages, all dressed to the nines and completely comfortable with the setting, and that madeher feel comfortable. Marc introduced her as his companion and guest for the evening, and no one blinked an eye, and everyone seemed ...