Part 55
I know what you do when you read me; I can smell your arousal from here.
She picked me up in her white Mercedes, her teeth clenched. She wasn't looking at me, she had blinders on, her focus was ahead.
She ignored me for the first five minutes of our ride, like a song with a long silent intro, she held her tongue, till she couldn't no more.
"Fuck, why do you do this to me!"
To which I replied; if it's not crazy I don't want any part in it. She obviously had to laugh, then she let out a loud screech, "you need to be medicated."
I paid her no mind and chuckled, as I placed my left hand above her knee.
I knew I would get her of her perch before we got into key Biscayne, the ride was long and traffic was heavy.
She kept bitching at me while she wrangled traffic, as I moved my had to the inside of her thigh and grabbed her hard.
She wore a floral print skirt filled with greens and reds, she remembered how beautiful women in skirts are to me.
We made it onto Le Jeune Road, just as the hideous song she was playing ended, I took control of her radio, and played something more ominous, for I had plans for her rage.
Her breathing changed, her porcelain face began to regain its regal look, as my hand still firmly holding the inside of her thigh, made her aware that someone else was in control.
To be continued...
