Live Music

We'd like to hear more about this band. Emily offers the name, and you finally catch the whole thing. "Including the Kitchen Sink?" Charles asks. "Yeah, they're good. Really good. Our local magazine covers them, but we're always there, too. Why are you guys so interested?" He's either playing it really cool, or he's a genuinely nice guy. Dammit.

"Our boss put us up to a scavenger hunt. There's another team looking at food and art films. We're looking for the best of the town as both a team building exercise and as a contest. The winner gets to pick dinner." Charles laughs.

"Well, I'd be remiss in not pushing my paper, but if you guys are looking more for a magazine like yours, here's a copy of Down and Around Town. It serves the same sort of audience yours does." Charles looks at Emily for a moment. "I was thinking about heading to Buddy's this evening. Maybe I could buy you a drink?" Emily smiles, and you do your best to keep the annoyance off your face.

"Wow, this will be awkward after all the help you've given us. I'm seeing someone, and I think he might be the jealous type." Charles smiles and nods deferentially to her.

"If it means anything, I would be, too," he said. Emily grins and thanks him. He shakes it off. "No worries. It was just a pleasure to meet you. I'll let you guys get to your hunt. And for dinner, I would suggest the burger joint about five minutes out of town. I don't even want to know what they do to those burgers. And I never ask. But I eat there every Friday night. Happy hunting!" He turns back to his office, and you both thank Claire. She nods at you, and Emily notices your eyes lingering on her top. She grins as you walk out and she takes the magazine and puts it gently in her purse.

"Well, we found the periodical and the band. We've got two hours to kill. Do you want to go see a movie?" she asks.

"I guess. Why a movie?" Emily smiles.

"You had no fun in college, did you?" she teases. "Movie theaters are where I would take guys who liked having their cocks in my mouth," she says, leaning in for a peck on the cheek. You give her a quizzical look. "At least I'm guessing that's how it would have worked out," she whispers, licking your earlobe. "I've never actually watched a movie with a guy in the back row of a theater."

"Any girls?" you ask in a similar whisper. Emily pulls back.

"Just Sarah," she says casually, turning around and walking. You stand a bit stunned before following her, and the theater is only a few stores down. You watch Emily's ass bounce, and feel yourself getting harder and harder. You half wish she'd take you down an alley, but she knows the town too well, and soon you find yourself at the theater. You walk in to the air conditioned lobby, and she excuses herself to the restroom. You wander around, wondering which movie you two will take in.

You've narrowed it down to two or three when Emily rejoins you. You look at her face, and she gives you a quick kiss on the cheek. "I love doing that in public," she whispers. You grin, agreeing. Without the other two coworkers, there are moments you feel as though you can steal. "Was I right? About you being jealous?"

You turn to face her and realize that something is different. Your eyes widen when you realize what it is. Emily's pert breasts are more exposed, and as her eyes follow yours, she grins. Her nipples are poiking through her top, and you can't see any indication that she is still wearing the bra she had been. She bites her lip as she sees you staring, but doesn't say anything.

"I just figured you'd like a good view," she says. She shifts on her toes, bouncing, which forces her firm breasts to wobble a bit before resettling on her chest. The move is innocuous enough, but she smiles widely as she watches your stare. You wonder if she's getting nervous, but you also wonder if she's excited. Her eyes dance around, and she circles her left arm around your right. "I love going to the movies, don't you?" she asks. You give her a curious look and she laughs.

Your eyes fall to her blouse again, and you let your gaze take in the buttons, the top two open giving you a glimpse of Emily's cleavage, and you nearly ask her to unbutton just one more button. You catch yourself, but Emily does help, lightly fingering the lapel of her shirt to flash the inetior curve of her right breast. She closes it slowly, but tightly, and her hardened nipples push once more against the white fabric of her blouse. Her eyes catch yours and she pulls back.

"Well, I can't wait to read your review of this particular experience," she says, her eyes glinting. "We need to pick a quiet theater. Don't we?"