as a hot Police woman complete with hat and baton leads a beautiful red head dressed in prisoner get up onto the stage by the hand cuffs.
“Oh Fuck,” Bridget whispers as she squeezes my hand. She is lead out and sat in a chair at the end of the runway. The Policewoman walks around her a few times, sizing her up. She bends down and grabs her by the hair pulling her head back, she bends and gives her a slow passionate tongue kiss and the crowd goes wild. Bridget hits me on the leg and when I glance at her she nods to Abbie. I look over and Abbie is so into it her mouth is open. Bridget and I get the giggles.
“Wow,” I mouth to Bridget, she nods. The police woman stands and walks around her again in a slow torture kind of build-up, the crowd goes silent again. She very slowly starts to undress the prisoner, my heart is in my throat. After what seems like an eternity she slowly slides her G String down her legs as she sucks her breasts, this shit is hot. My god, I’m getting turned on, what the hell? She slowly starts to finger fuck the prisoner while she lies back into the chair. The audience are collectively holding their breath and we are sitting forward in our seats. The brunette drops to her knees and the crowd goes crazy, oh no don’t tell me. Oh my god . She starts to go down on the prisoner, the audience falls silent again, listening for the sound effects. I am interrupted from my lesbian fantasy as Bridget taps my leg again. I look to her and she nods towards the door and pulls up her drink menu. I grab mine quickly and peer out to see him, but to my horror the face I’m looking at isn’t Jeremy’s. My stomach drops as I watch Joshua Stanton, my Joshua Stanton walk in with a group of men. They are laughing with the girls on the door and I sit still, too stunned to react. He puts his arm around one of the girls and whispers something into her ear, she giggles and slaps him. What in the hell did he say? This night just went from hero to zero in a millisecond. Abbie has just noticed what we are looking at.
“Oh fuck.” She whispers the shock on her face evident she pulls up her drink menu. This is something I don’t want to see, the room is suddenly suffocating and I need to get out of here, like now. I watch as they enter and walk over to the stairs with the red rope. They have been here before, they know the drill. He is with six other men, all in suites. I don’t know any of them but one looks like his body guard, actually yes it is, its Ben. A bleach blond walks over and talks to them, I watch in slow motion as Joshua gets out his wallet and hands over his credit card. Oh dear god, no. They are going upstairs to the VIP room. I feel sick. I want to run over and stop him. To beg him to come home with me because I know if he goes up there I can never touch him again, it will have gone too far to go back. Silently in my head I start to pray, don’t do it baby. Please don’t do it. I start wringing my hands together under the table and I have broken out into a cold sweat. The group of men all bundle up the stairs as soon as she unhooks the rope. Just as Joshua is about to take the stairs he stops as he notices something and looks towards the stage, my eyes flick to the stage to see what he is looking at. The Policewoman is now on her knees fucking the prisoner with the baton. My eyes go back to him. No. I watch in horror as he clenches his jaw and cracks his neck, he’s aroused. The pain of watching the man I love become aroused by another woman, or two in this case is crippling and I put my head down onto the table unable to speak. Bridget rubs the back of my head, unsure of what to say. No I need to see this, I look back up as he calls the blonde back over and lights a cigarette. Huh, he smokes now? I watch as he says something and gestures to the stage, she nods and smiles. Just when I thought this nightmare could not get any worse, I watch as he runs the backs of his fingers from her throat down
“Oh Fuck,” Bridget whispers as she squeezes my hand. She is lead out and sat in a chair at the end of the runway. The Policewoman walks around her a few times, sizing her up. She bends down and grabs her by the hair pulling her head back, she bends and gives her a slow passionate tongue kiss and the crowd goes wild. Bridget hits me on the leg and when I glance at her she nods to Abbie. I look over and Abbie is so into it her mouth is open. Bridget and I get the giggles.
“Wow,” I mouth to Bridget, she nods. The police woman stands and walks around her again in a slow torture kind of build-up, the crowd goes silent again. She very slowly starts to undress the prisoner, my heart is in my throat. After what seems like an eternity she slowly slides her G String down her legs as she sucks her breasts, this shit is hot. My god, I’m getting turned on, what the hell? She slowly starts to finger fuck the prisoner while she lies back into the chair. The audience are collectively holding their breath and we are sitting forward in our seats. The brunette drops to her knees and the crowd goes crazy, oh no don’t tell me. Oh my god . She starts to go down on the prisoner, the audience falls silent again, listening for the sound effects. I am interrupted from my lesbian fantasy as Bridget taps my leg again. I look to her and she nods towards the door and pulls up her drink menu. I grab mine quickly and peer out to see him, but to my horror the face I’m looking at isn’t Jeremy’s. My stomach drops as I watch Joshua Stanton, my Joshua Stanton walk in with a group of men. They are laughing with the girls on the door and I sit still, too stunned to react. He puts his arm around one of the girls and whispers something into her ear, she giggles and slaps him. What in the hell did he say? This night just went from hero to zero in a millisecond. Abbie has just noticed what we are looking at.
“Oh fuck.” She whispers the shock on her face evident she pulls up her drink menu. This is something I don’t want to see, the room is suddenly suffocating and I need to get out of here, like now. I watch as they enter and walk over to the stairs with the red rope. They have been here before, they know the drill. He is with six other men, all in suites. I don’t know any of them but one looks like his body guard, actually yes it is, its Ben. A bleach blond walks over and talks to them, I watch in slow motion as Joshua gets out his wallet and hands over his credit card. Oh dear god, no. They are going upstairs to the VIP room. I feel sick. I want to run over and stop him. To beg him to come home with me because I know if he goes up there I can never touch him again, it will have gone too far to go back. Silently in my head I start to pray, don’t do it baby. Please don’t do it. I start wringing my hands together under the table and I have broken out into a cold sweat. The group of men all bundle up the stairs as soon as she unhooks the rope. Just as Joshua is about to take the stairs he stops as he notices something and looks towards the stage, my eyes flick to the stage to see what he is looking at. The Policewoman is now on her knees fucking the prisoner with the baton. My eyes go back to him. No. I watch in horror as he clenches his jaw and cracks his neck, he’s aroused. The pain of watching the man I love become aroused by another woman, or two in this case is crippling and I put my head down onto the table unable to speak. Bridget rubs the back of my head, unsure of what to say. No I need to see this, I look back up as he calls the blonde back over and lights a cigarette. Huh, he smokes now? I watch as he says something and gestures to the stage, she nods and smiles. Just when I thought this nightmare could not get any worse, I watch as he runs the backs of his fingers from her throat down
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