Partners

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Andrea propped her feet up on the chair directly opposite hers, laughing at the sight of Chad’s three sisters enthusiastically waving their dollar bills at the male stripper prancing around with, of all things, a feather boa. “Why do I get the feeling that this is the first time he’s been paid to attend a bachelorette party?” she asked Faith. Her friend seemed to be too busy gazing at the entertainment to hear her, so Andrea gave her a shove and repeated the question.

“Who cares? He’s cute, and - hey! I’ve got a 20 with your name on it, hot stuff,” Faith bellowed, flourishing the promised bill.

The stripper promptly hurried over to conduct a lap dance, the wildly swinging ends of his boa hitting Andrea in the face and making her sneeze. Digging in her purse for her cellphone, she took a picture of Mr. Swan Lake and sent it to Chad, grinning as she typed in the message, It’s Raining Men! How’s your party?

Two minutes later her phone lit up, signaling an incoming text message. Beneath a picture of a woman dangling from a pole Chad had written, She Works Hard For The Money. Unfortunately, I wouldn’t give her a nickel. Care to rescue me?

Laughing, Andrea hit the reply button and began to type. It looks like She’s A Maniac, all right. I’ll be there in fifteen. Making her excuses to Faith and promising to visit her friend the following afternoon, she slipped out and headed to her car.

She parked behind Justin's pickup and grabbed up the cowboy hat lying in the passenger seat, tugging the brim down low over her eyes and grinning as she walked in - the place had all the ingredients for Hell on Earth for Chad. There was neon everywhere, and the decor looked like something that had escaped from the seventies. Andrea spotted Chad sitting amongst a group of SWAT officers, looking as if he’d rather be anywhere else, and eased herself onto a bar stool to wait. “Here for a job application?” the bartender asked hopefully.

“Not exactly. What’s a girl got to do to get a drink around here?” she asked to forestall his next question.

From the corner of her eye Andrea saw Chad slide onto the stool next to hers. “All she has to do is ask nicely,” Chad leered.

Andrea laughed at the lecherous expression on his face. “Maybe somewhere else… besides, if the boys come over here and realize it’s actually me you’re hitting on, it’ll ruin all the gossip they’re planning on spreading. Can I get some water?” she asked the hovering barkeep.

“We can’t have that,” Chad agreed with a wink. “I like the hat. How about I take you somewhere private and see if you can ride more than just a horse?”

Andrea promptly choked on her water. “Hey man, no harassing the ladies,” the bartender warned.

“It’s okay, she’s a cop,” her fiancé reassured him. “So how about it?”

She slid her glass of water back across the bar. “You’re horrible, lieutenant. Let’s go.” A quick glance over at the corner as she hopped down showed the SWAT boys staring incredulously, and Andrea slid her hand into Chad’s back pocket as he tucked her into his side. “Where to?”


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Chad ushered her outside, opening the car door with an intricately absurd flourish that made Andrea smile as she got in. “They’re playing that movie you wanted to see,” he began ticking the possibilities off his fingers, “We could check out the new bar that just opened a few blocks from Johnny’s…. but then there’s always nude mini golf.”

“Nude mini golf!” Andrea hooted, collapsing against the back of the seat as he got in the driver’s seat and started the engine. “Should you really be driving?” she asked, cowboy hat askew.

He leaned across the arm rest to kiss her. “I don’t see why not – I’ve only had two and a half beers,” he grinned, straightening her hat and tapping his finger on the tip of her nose.

Andrea sobered instantly at the oblique reminder and caught at his hand when he would have turned back to put the car in gear. “Let’s go home,” she suggested softly. “Take the scenic route.”

The look in her eyes made him instantly wary, but he wasn’t about to argue with her – whatever she had planned, it would be well worth the cost of cooperation. Chad pulled the car out into the street, watching from the corner of his eye as Andrea busied herself with sliding the arm rest up out of the way, sliding over to nestle against his side. He switched his hold on the steering wheel to his left hand, burying the other in Andrea’s curls. “Did you have fun tonight?” he asked, tilting his head to the side so that his cheek rested against the top of her head.

She made a noncommittal noise, her fingers walking up his thigh to slide beneath his shirt. “The real question is, did you have fun? Some of those strippers were pretty hot,” Andrea murmured.

Her nails grazed his stomach, then dipped down to the waistband of his jeans. “They were nowhere near as beautiful as you,” Chad said honestly, shifting his hips as one of her fingers slid down to the base of his rapidly forming erection. “Andy, I don’t think you should-” he broke off with a groan as she pulled her hand from his pants and resumed running her fingers over his thighs.

“Just keep your eyes on the road and don’t get us into an accident,” his fiancée lectured.

“Yes ma’am,” Chad promised, sighing as he felt her hand slide between his legs.

Applying the brake carefully as the light ahead switched to red, he swallowed a moan and tried to ignore the people in the car next to them as Andrea caressed him slowly. Her fingers traced the outline of his erection through the thick denim of his jeans, occasionally pinching lightly and filling her palm with his shaft. The light turned green as her hand moved lower to press up against his perineum, causing him to writhe helplessly and press the accelerator too hard – the car lurched forward and he swore as Andrea laughed at him. “Easy there, big fella.”

She eased down his zipper next, humming to herself as if she were doing nothing more than adjusting his clothing. “Andy,” he said warningly.

“Oh, don’t be such an old lady… what do we have here, Lieutenant Shelten?” Andrea purred as she nudged the fly of his boxers open and reached in to pull him out.

Chad ground the back of his head into the headrest. “You’re going to kill us both one day.”

She laughed and began to stroke him lightly. “Maybe so. Right now, just shut up and drive.”

“Yes ma’am.”

It was harder than he’d thought it would be to concentrate to what he was doing when Andrea was doing what she was doing, but Chad somehow managed to wrench his attention back to driving. It was impossible to ignore her altogether, especially when she began to pump him with long strokes of her wrist, sliding her thumb across the tip of his cock with each upstroke. “I’ll bet I can make you come before the next light changes,” she observed suddenly.

“I’d like to see you try,” Chad retorted. He made a silent vow to never allow her a ‘girl’s night out’ at a stripclub ever again as she promptly took up the challenge by sliding low in the seat and taking him into her mouth. “Fuck…!”

Her mouth felt hot and wet around his cock and he groaned as Andrea bobbed up and down on him, sucking hard and humming around him. Chad swallowed hard and fixed his eyes on the streetlight, not even knowing if he wanted it to change or not – he always enjoyed it whenever Andrea was inclined to give him head but although she’d often threatened him with it, she’d never sucked him off while he was driving before. Andrea drew up off him to run her tongue over the hyper-sensitive skin of his glans, then leaned back down, taking him so deep that he could feel the back of her throat.

She hummed, and he could feel the vibration of it all along his spine. When she did it again Chad wrenched the steering wheel to the left, into the entrance of an alleyway, and slammed the car into park without caring what it did to the transmission. Shoving both hands into Andrea’s hair, he held her head still as he rolled his hips upward, thrusting in and out of her mouth. Andrea braced her hands on his thighs, moaning her permission – Chad pressed down on the back of her head and came in her mouth with a strangled cry, feeling her gag and cough as she tried to swallow.

Chad immediately released her, apologizing. “Sorry; you okay?”

Andrea sat up, coughing. “Yeah, I’m good… but you lost.”

“What? No, I didn’t,” he protested, tucking himself back in his pants.

“Did too,” she laughed, wiping her mouth. “Don’t worry about it, I still love you.”

“Thanks,” he said drily.

“Any time, big guy.” Andrea cuddled back up to him as he backed the car out of the alley and onto the street once more. “So I take it you had fun?”

Chad laughed, reaching for her cowboy hat and planting it on her head. “You could say that.”

“We should do that more often,” she mused.

“Or not.”

“Or you could stop driving around in circles and take me home so I could get mine,” Andrea hinted.

“Now there’s an idea I can get behind one hundred percent.”

“I love it when we’re in complete agreement.”


tbc…
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