Betrayed Chapter 9

There is a just and merciful God, after all!

All I had to do was smile, close my eyes, and take a great, big bite; Vienna Sausage and Vienna Boy's Choir, all in one gulp!

Yeah, right. That was when the next lucid thought hit me. I was about to maim a hero to tens of thousands of Chicagoans without a shred of hard evidence (discounting what was in my mouth) of criminal conduct. Baby, if you don't think The Media would sniff out my story then.... For all that certain anguish, I still didn't have a thing on him other than my lips and tongue.

God hates me; He really, really does.

The thoughts were coming faster now, on pace with my ministrations to his cock. Jeff hadn't given the slightest indication this was his revenge on me, or even a prelude to it. He hadn't given any indication he even knew me. Was he that good an actor? He was treating me like I was just another of his adoring bimbos. Was it just possible he didn't know who I was?

Whether he did or not, Boulder Dam opened its floodgates and dumped a raging torrent down my spillway. I hadn't even realized I had been massaging my own clitty with my other hand. I shuddered through my own release, barely holding it together as I held him between my lips. Surely goodness and mercy.... Anticipating either Rob or Angie – or both – might be in a playful mood that night, I had heeded Dianna's long-ago advice and sheathed my clitty in a latex mitten, tucked discretely back inside my calfskin thong. I could take care of that little problem later, at my leisure.

We corralled a passing waiter as we strolled arm-in-arm into the main salon. As we sipped the chilled bubbly, we were immersed in conversation.

"We really must get together again and finish what we started," Jeff intoned in my ear.

"There's more?" I inquired innocently.

"Oh, yeah, Baby," he replied, "a lot more. How about next Saturday?"

I shook my head.

"Sorry," I demurred. "I have a thing planned. I don't know how long it will last."