Free Layin' the Law by Roxy Wood Page B

fifteen minutes. Oh, and don't forget to bring
your thighs, little girl."
    With
a wink and light kiss on my cheek, he brushed past me and made for the head
table to, I assume, pay his farewell respects. His last words— little girl —made
me weak in the knees.
    It's
not that I wasn't. Little, I mean. Five one on a good day and maybe a hundred
pounds dripping wet. Even so, the words meant way more to me than a description
of my physical appearance. They traveled through my ears, along my nerve
endings, and straight to my clit faster than you could say daddy .
    I'm
not sure how long I stood there, savoring those words, before Jen got my
attention.
    "C'mon.
Boss said we could take off a couple minutes early. There's a bottle of
Southern Comfort at home with my name on it." Her keys were already in her
eager little hand.
    "You
go ahead. I'll see you later."
    She
looked at me sideways. "Girlfriend, you will tell me every detail
in the morning, hear?"
    "Count
on it," I nodded.
    With
a wave, she flounced away, carrying her strappy pumps in the crook of one
finger. Again, I admired her retreat.
    I
made a quick stop in the ladies' room to make sure everything was looking as
good as it felt. For good measure, I slipped off my panties and stuffed them in
my bag. I wouldn't be needing them for a while.
    Joey
was waiting, right where he said he'd be, looking for all the world like a man
about to indulge in some toe-curling, headboard-banging, nail-gouging,
thigh-nibbling sex. Even his slacks betrayed his plans as they pulled slightly
tighter across his crotch. I liked what I saw. Not a full blown boner. Just an
anticipatory thickening. Flattering as opposed to desperate.
    I
wondered if I'd get a chance to feel him harden in my mouth or if he'd already
be rock hard by the time I got on my knees in front of him. With this one, I
might have to wait until the second or third or even fourth round for that
particular pleasure. First time around, if a guy isn't hard before his clothes
come off, it makes me think that I really don't turn him on.
    That
wouldn't be the case tonight. Not if the preview was any indication of the main
event. I decided to shelve my "bold seductress" and let my "bad
little girl" take center stage. I had a suspicion Joey would like that.
    To
that end, I popped a piece of bright pink bubblegum in my mouth, kicked off my
shoes and slung them around my Hello Kitty purse strap, then slowly walked
toward Joey with my gaze intent on my phone. Any casual observer would've mistaken
me for a self-absorbed mocha teen princess, blowing bubbles and texting. If 
Joey was as perceptive as he seemed, my little role playing would spark a night
of fantasy fulfillment.
    "Young
lady, where on earth have you been?" Joey's voice was serious and stern.
"You were supposed to be here five minutes ago."
    My
stomach did a happy somersault, and I fought the urge to smile. "I'm
sorry, daddy." Might as well go for broke, I figured. I know my voice
quivered, although out of anticipation rather than fear. "I had to use the
bathroom."
    Joey
didn't appear to be buying her excuse. "My time's valuable, little girl.
You should keep that in mind when you're primping in front of a mirror."
    "I
said I'm sorry, daddy. I just wanted to look nice, and I really did have to
pee. Besides—"
    Joey
looked at me and sighed, playing the part of an exasperated parent
convincingly. "Besides, what? Don't even think you can lie to me
and get away with it."
    I
hesitated, then decided to push things a bit. "My panties were kinda, um, wet.
I had to take them off." If I hadn't taken them off, I thought, they
might've absorbed at least some of the moisture pooling in my slit and
threatening to trickle down the inside of my thighs.
    Joey
stopped short. I caught the wicked grin that pulled at the corner of his mouth
before he reigned it in. "I can see it's time we had a little...
talk."
    Without
another word, he marched ahead of me. I followed obediently, still popping my
gum