Hometown Happenings: Metropolis II

The hazel-eyed blonde threw her arms up in the air as she worked her hips around in rhythm with the beat. Having a blast, she sang loudly along with the song lyrics. A pair of strong, brown hands gently took hold of those hips as their owner slid up close to the girl. Marcus kept his semi-hard member mere millimeters away from the blonde's toned ass. Leaning over, he spoke into her ear.

"You're a bad girl, Aurora Rusk. You know that, right?"

"Marcus!" Aurora shrieked excitedly after looking over her shoulder. Turning her whole body around, she gave her brother's best friend a hug.

Marcus nodded his head to the side, indicating that she should follow him off the dance floor. The blonde nodded back and followed. Marcus' earlier attempts to talk to Aurora had been stymied by a string of interruptions. First, an ex-boyfriend of his other sister, Tiara, had tried to find out how he could get her back. Never liking the guy, the conversation grew heated when Tiara's ex wouldn't take no for an answer. Fortunately, Xavier Glove and Kona Sango, two of his football teammates, had shown up, and the guy backed off. Next, the friend of a girl he'd hooked up with in the past wouldn't leave his side. There was an obvious reason he'd chosen her friend and not her, but Marcus proved too polite to rudely brush her off. Finally free, it took seemingly forever to spot Aurora dancing.

"Girl, how did you manage to sneak out? And what were you thinking?" Marcus questioned once they reached an empty table that overlooked the main dance floor. "You know that some of these guys have probably already tattled to Austin?"

"For your information, Mr. Withrow, I did not sneak out."

"Oh, really? And I suppose Orrin just handed you your coat and opened the door for you?" Marcus shot back, knowing her uptight father.

"Dad didn't have to; Mom did that," Aurora replied with a smirk.

"Wait, seriously?" Marcus asked after several long seconds. "Damn, I knew Momma Miranda was the naughtiest in the family."

"Hey! Don't get any ideas, buster," Aurora stated, punching him in the shoulder for his lewd grin.

"Whoa! Hold up, Rory. Your mom is like my second mom. I didn't mean it that way," the teenage comedian protested earnestly. "I'm just happy to see her helping you out. You deserve a little fun."

"Thanks, Marcus," Aurora replied with another hug. "My mom told me to get out, dance my ass off, and flirt with boys."

"You've knocked two of those down. Now, let's work on the flirting," Marcus scanned the growing crowd of clubgoers. "You got any special guys in mind?"

Aurora paused to mull over her response. Despite being one of Austin's best friends, she trusted Marcus completely. He'd long understood the struggles she'd endured with her overprotective father and brother. Still, a girl couldn't give away all her secrets. Aurora didn't want him feeling conflicted if she named one of his friends. And he couldn't know here most guarded crush: Sean Tarver. The guilt that she felt over liking Beyza's former boyfriend while they dated had eaten away at her. Fortunately, that left plenty of other boys from school that she found cute or hot.

"The basketball team has all the hot boys, you know," Aurora teased, knowing the reaction she would get in return.

"The basketball team?! C'mon, Rory, those fuckers are all tall and ugly," Marcus objected. "The football team is where you find this," he added, pointing down at his athletic figure.

"And deal with Austin badgering his teammates to back off?"

"Yeah, you got a point," the tight end agreed. "Fine. So which dribbler do you like?"

"Jayden's hot, but I don't know how Delilah would take it. The new guy, Tyler, is cute. It's kind of sexy how Denny calls himself The Denster." Marcus's horrified face sent Rory laughing. "I'm kidding!"

"You better be, or I'm dragging you home right this second," Marcus vowed. "So, the new guy, huh? His mom is a pretty cool teacher, so maybe he's okay."

"Or..."

"Or what?"

"Or an older guy."

"Oh, hell, no! I'm not letting one of these scumbags back from college use you as their winter break fling."

"Not even Kieran Danforth?"

"Kieran?" Marcus repeated, thinking over his old teammate, who graduated last spring. "Well, he's alright. I heard the long-distance thing with Jenny fell apart around Halloween."

"So he's acceptable?" Aurora asked, actually wanting his approval.

"Sure." Marcus watched as she continued to bat her eyelashes at him. "And I'll stick up for you if Austin raises a stink."

"Thanks, Marky!" Aurora hugged him again before dashing off.

"Shit, it's like I have three sisters," Marcus mumbled, but he enjoyed acting like an older brother figure for Rory. Sensing two mountains slid in behind him, he sighed, waiting for the expected drama.

"You want one of us to drive Aurora home?" Toby Lamb inquired. An offensive guard, he was one of the three offensive linemen nicknamed the Brawny Boys. Next to him, Weston Parker nodded.

"No, Rory's staying," Marcus replied, turning to face the two big guys.

"Austin won't--" Weston started to argue.

"Austin ain't here!" Marcus snapped. "Let Rory have a little fun for once."

"But, Austin always--" Toby attempted his turn at arguing.

"Football is over. It's done! You don't need to act like Austin's little army any longer," Marcus explained, sick of the Brawny Boys following his friend's orders at all times. "Hey, Kona, get these beefsteaks away from me."

"Boys, boys, boys, it's the holidays! We're supposed to be all cheery and shit," Kona Sango, the well-liked defensive tackle, told his counterparts that rivaled him in size. "Let Santa Sango find you a few ladies to stand under the mistletoe with."

"Do they have mistletoe here?" Kessler asked from behind Marcus as they watched the big men wander off.

"How long you been standing there?" Marcus questioned, guessing the answer.

"Long enough to know that you're lucky that Heath isn't here too," Kessler remarked, referring to Heath Farmer, center and most fanatical of the Brawny Boys.

"True dat," Marcus nodded. "C'mon, Kessler, let's play Santa too. It's time to find Winkie a nice girl."

---

"What do you mean no?!"

"Look, Beyza, I'm not trying to be rude--" Jayden Cooke attempted to explain to his cousin's close friend.

"No, you're acting like a dick!" Beyza screeched, causing a minor scene near the back dance floor. Running her hands down her tight, red mini-dress, she barked out, "This isn't good enough for you?"

"You're hot as fuck, okay! But, you're--Sean's my friend, and I don't mess around with my friends' girls," Jayden explained.

"I'm not his girl anymore. We broke up!"

"You're still his girl to me. I don't want to cause any problems in case you get back together."

"We're not getting back together," Beyza stated. "I did the breaking up, so I should know."

"All the more of a reason for me not to dance like that with you. It's not right," Jayden explained further, wishing his cousin would come and help out.

Unfortunately, Delilah was too busy dancing. In fact, she'd started to put on not just a show but a dance clinic. The gifted dancer went from gracefully moving her body to rapid movements before shifting back to a slow sensual show. Others around her stopped their own dancing, standing to watch the dark-skinned girl in awe. Girls grew jealous, wishing they could attract that sort of attention, while the sight caused guys to just grow.

Becoming more uncomfortable by both Beyza's insistence that he dance with her and his cousin's display, Jayden shook his head as Xavier Glove slid up against Delilah from behind. "I'm out of here."

"Where do you think you're going?" Beyza demanded.

"Upstairs."

---

"I ever tell you girls about the time I almost fell in a volcano?" Kona inquired of the five girls who sat in a semi-circle around the couch upstairs. His effort to find female companions for the Brawny Boys ended swiftly once they saw a TV behind the upstairs bar with a college football game playing.

"No!" gasped a blonde.

"Did you fall in later?" asked a redhead.

"Corey, there's lava in a volcano!" a brunette pointed out.

"So?"

"So, it's like super hot; you would get burned really bad," the brunette explained.

"No, you would die," clarified a pink-haired girl, rolling her eyes at her friend's ignorance.

"How did it happen?" the blonde inquired.

"I was fourteen and in Hawaii visiting relatives," Kona began.

"How does he do that?! It's not like he's not fat," Denny Conway complained to Louie McCall. His teammate barely heard as he stood next to his girlfriend, Heidi, but watched her cousin Hazel's ass as she walked away. They all stood near the bar, watching the games of pool and the monitors of the dancing downstairs.

"Calling people fat is exactly why you never get any action," Max Moxey called over from one of the billiards tables. Niles Milner, a fullback on the football team, fist-bumped him in agreement.

"I didn't ask for your opinion, Moxey. So fuck off!" Denny responded with a raised middle finger.

"He's right, Denny. You need to think before you speak," Jayden suggested to his basketball teammate. After fleeing upstairs, he arrived in time to replace Max's previous pool partner. They now squared off against a pair of attractive coeds.

"Sure, take their side, traitor," Denny grumbled. "Where's the team loyalty?"

"What did you-- Knock it off, Denny," Louie told his friend.

"What did I do? Whatever, I'm going downstairs."

Over by the billiards tables, Max's attention focused back on the pair of cousins that he and Jayden currently waited to start their rubber match in a best of three. He couldn't believe his luck as Elin Helsing had been one of the hottest girls two years ahead of him. A former Sugarbee, she looked even sexier now. Her visiting cousin, Malin, could pass as her sister. Both cousins fit the Swedish blonde stereotype: busty and blue-eyed. Max felt an extra stirring in his groin as Malin stroked a pool cue while applying chalk to its tip. Elin held back a grin as she dropped her phone. Knowing that Jayden watched, the manipulative blonde leaned over, pushing her ass out, and ever so slowly picked up her phone.

"We agree that if you boys win, we'll go to Grubby's with you after closing," Elin started.

"But if we win, you boys owe us fifty dollars," Malin finished.

"Fifty total?" Jayden asked for clarification.

"No, each," Elin revealed, causing Max to blanch.

"Let me confer with my partner for a sec," Jayden said, moving over to huddle with Max.

"Fifty bucks each! That's way too much. What if we lose?" Max whispered excitedly.

"You know they're trying to hustle us, right?"

"What?!"

"Didn't you notice how they let me run the table in our first game and then acted as if they got lucky in the next? They're running a con on us," Jayden explained.

"Holy shit! We're not betting now," Max forcefully whispered.

"Maxy, Maxy, Maxy, of course, we are. They don't know that we know. So we just need to out trick them."

"We do?"

"It's a deal, ladies," Jayden announced, earning back two pairs of perfect teeth.

---

Marcus surveyed the scene around him, grinning in satisfaction. Tonight is turning out to be a good night. Now, I just need to convince these friends to head off with me after closing time. The dark-haired coed backed her ass into his groin while her friend rubbed a pair of D-cups into his back. Leaning over his shoulder, the two girls locked lips. Hell fucking yeah!

Next to him, Wilbur Winkie danced with Kelly Nomura. The ex-cheerleader captain had shown **** at dancing with the clumsy kicker. Kessler's sweet talk helped, but it had been Molly McSweeney's pleading that put the decision over the top. Molly's reasoning appeared evident at this point as she practically crawled all over Kessler on the dance floor with her tongue halfway down his throat.

Not too far away, Oscar Vargas beamed at finally getting Roxanne Kink just within reach. Marcus hoped for his high-strung friend that it would end up more than thirty minutes of dancing. Beyond the potentially blossoming couple, Xavier Glove begged off dancing anymore with Delilah O'Dell. Exhausted, Glove staggered up the stairs, collapsing onto an empty chair to the chagrin of the strangers sitting in the other seats around the table. Laughing, Delilah moved over to join Beyza Baris, who finally found a friend to dance with in Kona Sango. The big man might not move as fast as most of the other guys, but his infectious fun-loving attitude calmed down Beyza. No finding a new man tonight for her, but she didn't mind. Having Rory out for a night of fun would be enough.

The sight that caused Marcus' to burst with pride came from Aurora working circles around Kieran Danforth. His former teammate looked stunned at the attention the blonde currently showered him with. I don't care what Austin says; Rory deserves a touch of romance. He knows that Kieran is a good guy too. Better him than these other vultures lurking. Already plotting ways to help out Aurora, Marcus thought he might need to chat with her mom.

"Watch it!" Kelly hissed at Winkie after he stepped on her foot for the third time.

"Sorry," he apologized, sheepishly. For the next thirty seconds, the clumsy teen watched where he moved. Eventually, his eyes found themselves drawn back to a pair of dancers. His crush Yumi Nakano danced with his teammate, Niles Milner. Feeling a sense of hopelessness, Winkie once again stepped on the coed's foot.

"Why are you watching her?" Kelly demanded to know, pointing at Yumi. "I'm the one in front of you!"

"I-I'm sorry," Wilbur stammered, backing away. Defeated as he saw Niles slide his arms around Yumi, he added, "I'll go."

"Winkie, where are you going?" Kessler questioned, prying his lips from Molly's, after noticing his friend walking across the dance.

"Palmer!" screeched a banshee, who's cry cut through the music.

Everyone stopped moving to find the banshee. Kaitlin Beal stood at the top of the stairs that led down to the main dance floor, her attention zeroed in on a pair of dancers. One was her on-again, off-again boyfriend, Palmer Milloy, and the other Hazel Tarte. With arms and legs entangled, Hazel sucked on the taken man's neck.

"Get away from my boyfriend, bitch!" the cheerleader screamed, taking off in a sprint. Down the four steps, she went, then through the crowd that parted for her, until she launched herself into the air, tackling Hazel.

Outside of the music continuing to blare, a hushed lull filled the club. People on the other sides of the room either rushed over to see what had happened or watched it on the video board. Then a lone person shouted, "Catfight!" and chaos erupted.

Now on Hazel's back, Kaitlin held on with her arms around the homewrecker's neck, nearly **** her out. When Palmer attempted to pull his girlfriend off, one of her elbows inadvertently struck the side of his head, knocking him to the floor.

"Goddamn high school kids," complained one of Marcus's partners. The other one agreed, declaring it time to leave. They ignored his pleading to wait a few minutes.

Back over at the catfight, Kessler managed to pull Kaitlin off of Hazel, but he went down when her kicking legs struck him in the balls with a wild foot. One of her friends tried to hold back Kaitlin until Yumi shoved the girl away. Immediately feeling awful, the friendly cheerleader glanced around to see if anyone saw and snuck off. Free, the furious brunette chased Hazel up the stairs. No longer willing to play the punching bag, Hazel took a swing at Kaitlin. Only instead of her punch hitting the other girl, it landed directly into Winkie's left eye while he tried to play peacemaker.

The blow staggered the teenager, who's natural clumsiness took over. Tripping over his own feet, Winkie spun around, slamming into the table, where Xavier watched the entertainment. Unfortunately for the football kicker, his hand smashed down hard on a glass, shattering it. A sharp pain caused Winkie to howl.

"Oh, fuck!" Xavier exclaimed as Winkie raised his hand. Blood started to ooze from where the shards of glass slashed his hand.

"Dammit, Kaitlin," Marcus spat, grabbing the crazed girlfriend from behind. Placing her in a bear hug, he tried to calm her down, but Hazel wanted ****. Turning himself and the cheerleader, the other girl's kick landed into his back instead. Not knowing how to calm Kaitlin down, Marcus had one thought as he watched Rory jump on Hazel. "Where the fuck is Cat?!"

---

"Oww! Watch it!" Caterina cried.

"Huh?" A head raised up from where a mouth suckled on a nipple.

"Back up a bit. Necks don't bend that way," the blonde answered.

"Oh, right. Sorry," Bobby Hooper apologized, scooting back a bit. He dove back in, capturing the teen's other nipple between his lips.

Caterina hummed a song as her old crush played with her perky tits. It hadn't been hard at all to enchant the former Honey Hollow basketball star. Waiting for Bobby to head to the dance floor, Cat watched for the right moment. When his partner turned his back to him, taking a few steps forward, the graceful cheerleader slid in between the two of them. A sultry "Remember me?" had Bobby hooked. After that, he followed her every move around Metropolis.

Couldn't Bobby drive an SUV instead of a sports car? This backseat isn't made for fucking. Caterina complained internally, twisting her back and neck again. Deciding that she'd had enough of this particular position, the blonde tapped Bobby's head until he stopped mauling her breasts.

"Let's switch," she suggested, pulling her top back down over her breasts.

Bobby readily agreed. They shift spots in the cramped backseat, with Bobby sitting up against one side of the wall and Caterina kneeling on the seat next to him. Pressing her mouth up to his, the blonde's hands slide down Bobby's chest until they cupped his crotch. Working to unbuckle his pants, Cat broke off the deep kiss,

"Get ready for the best blowjob of your life," the teenage vixen purred, sending Bobby's heart racing.

Lifting up, Bobby helped push his pants and underwear down. Waiting for a hot mouth to envelop his dick, instead, he shivered from the cold air in the car.

"Fuck, it's cold!"

"No, duh," Caterina said, looking up from studying his respectable cock. "How do you think my tits felt out in the open? That's why I suggested turning the car on."

"And have people walking by check to see what we're doing? I don't think so!"

Prude! Because you're afraid of people watching us, I have to freeze my buns off. Sighing at how uptight people could be when it comes to sex, Caterina noticed her cold breath in the air.

"Screw this. It's way too cold, so let's skip the oral and jump to the main course," the blonde cheerleader declared. "Now, how should we do go about this?"

It took nearly a full minute and a dirty glare from the teenager for Bobby to snap out of this shock. He'd only expected to make out with a little groping. Learning that oral was on the table had thrilled him, but finding out that the high schooler wanted to fuck was beyond his wildest dreams. Realizing that Caterina wanted his opinion on the best position in the cramped backseat, Bobby knew of only one option.

"Turn around. I'll have to take you from behind."

"Works for me," Cat responded, loosening her miniskirt and dropping it to the floor. Bobby's eyes goggled after realizing that the teenager didn't wear panties tonight. "Hey, make it quick! I'm freezing!"

Usually, the sexually experienced teen shivered from the anticipation of a hard cock entering her. This time, she shivered from the thirty-degree weather seeping into the small sports car.

"Yesss!" Cat moaned, loving that wonderful feeling of a cock entering her pussy.

Bobby grimaced at the tight teen pussy that surrounded him. He wished that they could've found a bed to fool around on. However, he would gladly take the uncomfortable backseat of his car. Maybe next time, we can use my bed, or I can get a hotel room.

Nearly a minute into Bobby's strokes, Caterina wanted more.

"Hey, I know it's an awkward position, but can you go harder?"

"Harder? Sure," Bobby replied, driving hard into the blonde teenager.

"Oww! Not that hard!" Cat screamed after her face slammed into the side window.

"Oh, wow! Sorry, I'm so sorry!"

"Don't worry about it. Now, think of 'Goldilocks and the Three Bears,' okay?"

"Huh?"

Sighing hard, Cat explained how if one thrust proved too weak and the other too hard, then the middle would be the perfect level.

"Oh, right! I got you," Bobby chuckled.

That's somewhat better, Caterina figured. This long-anticipated moment wasn't playing out as she'd imagined it back as a sophomore. Deciding to take matters into her own hands, the athletic cheerleader started driving her pussy back, meeting Bobby's thrusts. The sudden move threw him off for only a moment.

Picking up the pace, the college student's grunts filled the small interior of the sports car. Gripping the teen's slim waist, Bobby started huffing and puffing.

Wait, he better not be about to blow al--

"Oh, yeah!" screamed the basketball player performing a version of a two-minute drill on the gridiron.

"No...no...NO!" Caterina began softly, raising her voice until she screamed as Bobby pulled his deflating member out of her. Looking over her shoulder, she stared daggers at the wheezing twenty-year-old. "You're done already?!"

"What? You told me to be quick," Bobby responded nonchalantly, pulling his pants back up.

"I said to be quick in getting your pants off, not your fucking rocks!" Cat shrieked, turning around and slapping the backseat.

"Hey!"

"Jesus! If I wanted a guy to blow in less than two minutes, I could've grabbed a virgin," the furious blonde stated, angrily reaching down to grab her miniskirt. "I mean, what the fuck! I didn't even get you worked up first with a blowjob."

"What's the problem? Didn't you have fun?" Bobby questioned, never seeing the fist coming.

---

"You poor thing. Here, sit down on the couch," Eve Naylor ordered as Xavier helped Winkie into the manager's office. Wrapped around his bleeding hand, a once-white towel turned a pinkish-red in sections.

"You'll be okay, Will," Xavier reassured his teammate, patting the shoulder on his non-bleeding hand side. "They found somebody to check it."

"Is it a doctor?" Wilbur inquired, feeling overwhelmed.

"No, she's a nursing student, buddy," Kessler informed him. He moved back in the doorway, allowing Xavier to leave the small office. Replacing the teenager, a young, attractive woman replaced him.

"Are you a nurse?" the injured teen asked in astonishment.

"No, I'm only a third-year student," she revealed. Seeing the teen gulp in fear, she added, "My mom's an ER nurse. I know enough about cuts to at least give you an opinion. Is that okay with you?"

"S-Sure."

"Out of the way, kid." A man in his late thirties with slicked-back, black hair pushed his way past Kessler. Observing the nursing student slowly unwrap the towel, he shook his head in disgust. "Christ, two fights in four nights. And we were closed for two of them! The new year can't come fast enough."

"Uh, did anyone call the police, boss?" Eve asked nervously.

"I hope not! I don't need more trouble from the city council over high school drama," the co-owner/manager of Metropolis groaned. "Is the kid going to be alright?"

"All but one of these cuts look superficial. They're already clotting, but I'm not sure about this one," the college coed explained. "If it doesn't clot soon, he might need to go to the ER."

"Shit! That's all I need," the club owner spat. "Did you drive, kid?"

"I did," Kessler answered from the doorway after the nursing student walked left.

"Uh, boss, the police are out front," Chavelle said from the doorway.

"You got to be fucking shitting me! Who the hell called them?"

"No clue," the dark-skinned bartender shrugged. "It's just one squad car, so it might be for the crowd milling outside."

"Keep them outside." Chavelle nodded at her boss's order, saying she would, and left. "You," the owner pointed to Kessler. "Get your car, and pull around into the alley. I'll have your friend leave through the backdoor."

Kessler nodded and left.

"Kid, what's your name?"

"Winkie. Um, Wilbur Winkie."

"Hey, you're the football kicker!" Winkie brightened up that someone knew him. "You cost me $200 when you missed that kick against Moose Point."

"Uh, sorry."

"If you need to hit the hospital, give me a call. Here's my card." Handing it over, he turned to Eve. "Stay here with him. I need to deal with the aftermath out there."

Not waiting for an answer, the club owner left, slamming the door behind him.

"I'm really sorry for all the trouble," Winkie apologized.

"Sorry? You didn't do anything wrong. I saw you trying to break up those girls," Eve smiled warmly as she replied.

"I didn't want Kaitlin to get hurt. She's usually a nice girl--oh, I hope she's not going to get into trouble," Wilbur said, his face showing his concern.

"Aren't you a sweetheart? No, Rocco won't cause any problems for your friend. There wasn't much damage except for a few broken glasses. The fight three days ago was far worse. Rocco just doesn't need the police here. If they are called, then that's put in his file when it's time to renew his licenses."

"That's good. Kaitlin's boyfriend is the one to blame anyway," Winkie stated, showing his distaste for Palmer.

"Do you like this Kaitlin?" Eve inquired, sitting down on the leather couch.

"No," the teen replied, but his embarrassed face gave him away.

"Do you like one of her friends?" His face answered for him again. "Which one is it? It's okay, Will, I won't tell anyone. Not even my brother."

"Yumi."

"You have a nice taste in girls. She's a cutie. Now, what's the problem? Why aren't you two dating, or is she dating someone?"

"No, I...I, uh, I don't know."

"Ah, I see. You're worried that she'll--what's wrong?" Eve questioned, seeing a flash of pain on his face. "Here, let me take a look."

Winkie allowed the hot bartender to unwrap his hand again. Leaning over, she studied the dried blood and cuts. Telling him to hold on, she went through a door into a small bathroom. Returning with a wet washcloth, Eve proceeded to gently wipe away the dried blood. This allowed her to see that the one cut wasn't bleeding much anymore.

"It looks fairly good now. You might be able to avoid stitches." Eve looked up from Winkie's hand when he didn't answer. Nodding knowingly, she recognized the glassy-eyed look on his face as the teen stared at the deep cleavage her top presented to him. "See anything you like?"

"Wha--Oh, no! I'm sorry!"

Eve had to place her hand on his thigh to stop the embarrassed teen from jumping up. She had to shush him to stop rambling off a string of apologies.

"It's okay. I wear this top for guys to look."

"You do?"

"Sure, it's part of the job as it helps get tips. Even though some perverts get out of hand. Not that you're a pervert," the raven-haired young woman added hastily. "I know you're a good guy. Evan told me."

"Um, maybe I should check and see if Kessler is here," Winkie suggested, wanting to change the conversation.

"It's going to take your friend longer to get outside, get to his car, and then drive to the alley. What's the rush--oh!" Eve exclaimed, seeing why the teen suddenly wanted to leave. A relatively nice sized bulge showed what Winkie thought of her cleavage. Feeling a little flattered, she made a quick, impulsive decision over how to deal with his problem. "It looks like we have a problem."

"We do?!" Wilbur blurted out in a higher pitch than normal.

"Yes, we do. If you need to head to the ER, you don't want to walk in with that sticking out," Eve stated, running her hands up his thighs. "You were such a Good Samaritan earlier; it's time for me to pay it forward. That's if you don't mind my lending a hand, do you?"

Winkie could only move his head slightly as Eve began to unbuckle his pants.

---

Miranda stretched out in the armchair, yawning. Checking the clock, she saw that it was a quarter to one. While debating if she should start another episode of her show, her phone buzzed. Picking it up, the blonde mother glanced toward the back window, seeing her daughter standing outside, waving.

Opening the back door as quietly as she could, Miranda immediately saw the scratch and red splotch on Aurora's forehead.

"Rory, what happened to you?"

"Oh, that's still there?" Shrugging, Aurora replied, "I got that when I hit the ground after tackling Hazel."

"You what?!"

Mother and daughter went into the kitchen. At the table, they shared a bowl of ice cream, while Aurora provided a literal blow-by-blow account of her night. Miranda smiled at her daughter's description of Marcus' help, and she practically beamed at hearing about Kieran Danforth. Kieran's a nice catch for Rory. He's not only handsome but also a gentleman. I'll need to find some way for her to sneak out and see Kieran before he goes back to college next month.

"Wait, if you left the club so early, where have you been until now?" Miranda asked.

"Oh, Max and Jayden really wanted Grubby's. So a bunch of us went with," Rory revealed, mulling it over for a few seconds. "You know, I don't think they were all that happy that we went along."