The Midnight City Social Hour

--Mini pt2

Tommy replied, "I didn't take Daisy's virginity."

Mini asked, "Did you sleep with one of your facility manager secretaries?" Tommy only had dinner with one of them, so Mini said, "You are a lot more professional than I thought you would be. I had you pegged as a goofball."

Tommy started kissing Mini's inner thighs.

"Tommy," Mini had her hand in his hair: not resisting, but not welcoming either, "You know I can't squirt without Daisy."

"I won't stop trying," Tommy moved his tongue inside and out of her vagina. At first slow, using his lips as a suction cup around her clit. And he sucked in unison with the beats from a song that had begun to play from the record player.

"Fuck, Tommy, fuck, please let me get Daisy out for this."

But Tommy didn't wait for Daisy. The song had four succinct beats, followed by three more, with the final beat coming with a shift in the song, and for Tommy, he'd move his tongue into Mini's vagina. His tongue flailed with the Rhythm, massaging as deep as his tongue could fit; and with the eighth note, he moved back to sucking on her clit.

"Jesus fucking Christ Thomas stop it!" Daisy was crying, a little bit of screaming, with both of her hands now rubbing his hair, while her body poured fluid into his eyes and mouth. "I can't take it... I can't take it... Thomas I can't fucking take it."

The Rhythm of the song escalated. With the increase in tempo, Tommy moved between Daisy's clit and vagina every four beats.

"Fuck you!" But Daisy had her fingers locked in his hair. "FUCK YOU!" Daisy started peeing and cumming. Her legs shook even after the orgasm.

And she passed out.

*

"Daisy likes you so much." Mini woke Tommy. He'd been sleeping on the rug. She was fully clothed. "I need you to drive me to the sex shop."