Strictly Pleasure

Part 3

She kind of knew Jek, Heidi admitted to herself. He was kind enough to accompany her into the theater, even if he wanted the chance to get his dick wet. And on the few occasions she came with Travis, Jek seemed decent.

He refused to carry content that advertised itself as "barely legal" or school girl outfits, vocally against the idea of sexualizing younger people. All the content he carried was carefully vetted, the production companies and creators researched. She couldn't recall how she learned those things. If it was Travis breaching topics with Jek or if it was an overheard conversation.

Strictly Pleasure wasn't a high-end sex boutique, but Jek clearly knew there were problems in the sex industry - and societal ramifications - so he took pains to offer quality content.

Heidi found herself wedging her purse between herself and the arm of the chair before turning to Jek. In the light of the screen, she caught his inquisitive look. She tried to tell herself the burning blush at her cheeks would be hidden in the dark, but she knew about orc darkvision. The way the corners of his lips tilted with a faint smile and how he raised his eyebrows didn't help.

Unable to keep meeting his gaze, her eyes fell downward and a question blurted from her lips, "How gross is the floor?"

"Excuse you, I clean this floor every day." Jek puffed, words lightly miffed but still good-natured. It was a difficult tone to maintain as the promise of her words made him throb. After a quick adjustment of his feet, he noted how much the soles of his shoes stuck to the floor. Woefully, he was forced to admit, "And it is only slightly sticky."

"Ah, slightly," she parroted, tone amused. Before Heidi could decide whether to deal with the unpleasant sensation, Jek shrugged off his button-up. He leaned forward, intending to drop the fabric in front of him, but Heidi leaned forward, grabbing his arm. "It's going to get dirty,"

His gaze followed the path of her hand on his arm up to her face. The way Heidi's eyes rounded with worry and surprise, how her lower lip dipped as her teeth sunk into it. He could almost believe she genuinely cared. She was probably just worried how it would make herself look. So eager to suck a guy off that she dirtied his shirt.

Leaning his face toward Heidi, Jek let his whisper dip lower and winked. "I can spare this one. I got more in my office."

"Such a gentleman," she snorted, rolling her eyes as she imagined why he'd need more than one shirt at Strictly Pleasure. It wasn't as if he'd been shy about admitting to the things he'd gotten up to. She slipped from the loveseat quickly as he sat upright, only so she wouldn't risk Jek hearing how her heart stuttered.

Kneeling between his knees and on the shirt, Heidi stared quietly up at him. He hadn't moved much and if she didn't know better, she would have thought he was holding his breath. That thought tickled something inside her.

It was hard to forget where exactly she was, how many people were around them, but she forced herself to just focus on him. That made the situation easier, she found.

Likewise for Jek, all focus had funneled onto Heidi. He found himself mentally restraining himself, refraining from laying his hand on her head or saying something that would make her blush. If anything unexpected happened, he was willing to bet she'd run. He didn't want that. Especially not now.

By the light of the movie, Heidi undid the button and zipper of Jek's jeans, parting the material. The tensity of the jeans relaxed as his cock, still encased in the fabric of his boxers, rose into the freer space.

Heidi's wandering eye glimpsed more of Jek's tattoo, surprised to find some of the telltale red scales peeking from under the hem of his t-shirt. The revelation that the tattoo went along his torso sparked intrigue. She barely resisted the urge to tug his shirt up when he reached down into his own drawers.