he opened his eyes and, in a panic, searched the dance floor.
Finally, he found Jeremy and Vicky in a corner. Jeremy had her pressed against the wall. I knew they were doing more than dancing.
“What? No, Caitlyn!” Tad sat up straight and pushed me away. “That was sick and wrong. What the fuck is your husband doing with my wife? Did you know this was happening?”
“That was a little too fast for me, Tad. I thought you were going to make me
feel good. You haven’t even finished touching me.” I frowned and tried to lure
him back. “Forget about them. Why don’t we slip away somewhere private? Let
them have a little fun while I blow your mind.”
“No, this is wrong.” He removed his hand from between my thighs and
zipped up his pants.
Shoving past me, Tad left the booth. He stormed onto the dance floor and yanked Jeremy off Vicky. “What are you doing?”
Jeremy grinned, not even hiding his erection. “‘Sexy Saturday’, man. I saw
you had a taste of my Caitlyn. Isn’t she sweet?”
Tad punched Jeremy in the face. “I don’t know what deviant games you play, but Vicky and I don’t swing that way.” Grabbing his wife roughly, he shouted,
“Come on, Vic. We’re leaving now.”
Jeremy seized Tad by the arm and spun him around. “What the fuck is your
deal? It was a fair exchange.”
“You’re sick, Whittaker.” Tad jerked his wife and placed both hands on her
shoulders. “What have you done, Vicky?”
“Tad, it was nothing. We were just dancing. I would never…” Vicky clung to
her husband and tears glistened in her eyes
“His cock is still out, Vic.”
Her eyes shifted downwards, and she feigned mock surprise.
Convincing. Vicky should have pursued an acting career, I smugly thought.
Watching the interaction from the table, I wasn’t sure if I was pleased with
the result or if it had backfired. Disgusted with what I did, I wiped the evidence from my hand on a cocktail napkin and went to Jeremy’s side.
“I’m sorry. I know you wouldn’t, darling. We just made bad choices in friends.” Tad hugged Vicky, kissed her hand, and then started leading her off the dance floor. Turning towards us, he growled, “Make arrangements to get
yourselves back to L.A. and when you’re there, stay away from us.”
Jeremy and I stared in shock as he stomped off, shoving dancers out of his
way.
“What the hell just happened?” Jeremy yelled at me. “You said he wanted this…that it was a game. What did you say to him?”
“Nothing, I said we should find a quiet place to be alone. She said that was
what he liked,” I lied. “I’ll talk to Vicky. This must be a big mistake. I really don’t know what happened.”
“You ruined my weekend with…” Jeremy stopped himself. “Caitlyn, this is a
mess. Carlson is a big deal in L.A. He’ll ruin me.”
“I’ll fix it, Jeremy. Trust me,” I promised. “Maybe Tad was upset because of
how quick he came? He didn’t complain when my hand was down his pants. It
wasn’t until he got off that he panicked. He went crazy. It was kind of embarrassing how fast it happened.
Jeremy sighed. “That makes sense. He always seemed like he couldn’t hold
his load.” Jeremy led me off the dance floor and paid the check. “What a prick. I bet you didn’t even get off. Fat, greedy bastard. No wonder Vicky couldn’t wait
