Signs
Chapter 12 — Cancer
“I’m sorry,” said the frazzled hostess, “but we’re just really busy right now.”
Sarah shrugged. “It’s not a problem,” she said. “I’m okay to wait.”
“We got a place at the bar if you want to take it.”
Sarah looked at the crowded restaurant. “You know,” she said with a smile, “I think that might be a good idea.”
The hostess gave Sarah a harried smile even as she crossed Sarah’s name off the waiting list and then just as quickly, she scooped up a couple of menus as she took a new set of patrons to their table.
Sarah sidled up to the bar. She took a seat at the end of the bar. “Crowded here, isn’t it,” she said to the man next to her.
“Yeah,” the man said noncommitally.
Sarah just smiled to herself as she picked up her menu. The man looked bored but what he didn’t know was that the girl sitting next to him knew exactly why the man was bored.
Sarah watched the man toy with his mug of coffee. His hand stroked the handle of the mug without ever lifting the mug to take a drink.
The man sighed. His girlfriend wanted to get married ... again. Usually, this happened whenever Jenny got together with her mother and sisters. They’d start in on her. They’d start asking her when she was going to get married and after they were done with her, they’d start ragging on him.
The man sighed again. At least he hadn’t had to be there to listen to them do it, but whenever Jenny came back from one of those visits, the result was always the same. It’d take her a few days to get over it but the man was pretty sure that Jenny didn’t really want to get married.
So the man sat in the cafe and he moaned again.
Sarah smiled to herself. She couldn’t help but wonder what the man would think if he knew about her. One thing was certain. He probably wouldn’t be bored.
She ordered a soup and a sandwich from the man behind the counter and she glanced again at the man beside her. She wondered if the man had ever heard of Alfred Le Bovier. Probably not, she thought. Alfred Le Bovier wasn’t the type of man who like having other people know what he was doing and that was probably good for Alfred and not so food for everyone else because when Sarah and her team finally caught up with the man, they found he already had a harem of fourteen girls.
Sarah smiled. ‘Had’ was the operative word. All Alfred Le Bovier had now was a nice, little cell and a neural inhibitor that kept him from taking advantage of anymore sixteen-year-old girls.
Her code name was Cancer which she supposed was appropriate. Where Alfred Le Bovier was concerned, she supposed she was like a cancer to him. She was twenty-two years old, but she looked a lot younger. She was just the type of girl that Alfred liked and with a cute, little sun dress, she was nearly irresistible to a slime bag like Alfred Le Bovier.
This was a bit of a celebration for her. She’d had that creep inside her mind and it still gave her a sort of icky feeling to know that he’d been inside there but her team members had struck at just the right time and they’d taken the creep down, so really, why shouldn’t she celebrate?
Why shouldn’t she celebrate, she thought again even as she let her legs slide open. Mmm yeah, she thought as she felt the rich gooey heat between her legs. Why not indeed?
For the briefest of moments, Sarah wondered why she was thinking these thoughts but almost immediately, she was thinking something else. She looked around her as quietly as she could. She wondered if anyone could see what she knew she was about to do.
She moaned as those fingers worked their way up under her dress and worked their way up against her pussy.
She knew she was in a crowded cafe. She knew someone might see her, but she couldn’t stop herself. She couldn’t even look around to see if anyone was watching. She just kept rubbing her hand between her legs.
What was she doing, she asked herself. She could feel the passion dying between her legs and now it was her breasts that clamored for her attention. Her nipples felt so sensitive. She squirmed in her chair. She wanted to touch herself. She wanted to touch her breasts so fucking bad.
Her hands fluttered nervously and for a moment, she thought her hands were going to go to her breasts but before they could do that, she pulled them away.
She squirmed in her seat. She wondered if people were looking at her now. She wondered if she cared.
She picked up a glass of water and she drank nearly half of it. She looked at the man sitting beside her. “Kind of hot,” she said with a little laugh.
The man just grunted.
But it wasn’t just that, Sarah knew. It was the feeling in her pussy. She was getting hot all over again. She couldn’t help squirming in her seat and Mr. Sour-Puss was beginning to notice.
Sarah moaned to herself. This certainly wasn’t like her but she just couldn’t help herself. She would have loved to have gotten up and gone off to the bathroom to get herself off but for some reason, she didn’t.
“Something wrong,” Sour-Puss asked.
“Yeah, there’s something wrong. I think I could fuck you a whole hell of a lot better than that stupid girlfriend of yours.”
The silence hung between them as both man and woman realized what it was Sarah had just said but then the man turned back towards his food. “Yeah right,” he said. “Nice try.”
But for Sarah, it wasn’t a nice try. It was very, very real. Her body seemed to tingle with anticipation. She knew what she needed. She needed to fuck.
Sarah turned in her seat and she opened her legs. One hand pulled up her skirt even as the other one fingered the notch between her legs. “Come on,” she purred. “You can’t tell me you don’t want to fuck this.”
The man just stared. “Knock if off,” he said finally. “Someone will see you.”
“I want someone to see me. I want you to see me.”
“Someone else will see you.”
Sarah seemed to think that over. “Maybe you need a little bit more encouraging then.”
“Like what?”
“Like this.” Sarah let her hand drop into the man’s lap.
“Shit.”
“I think someone likes it,” Sarah said teasingly.
“What the hell are you doing. Someone’s going to see you.”
For a moment, Sarah seemed to lose her focus. “Someone’s going to see me,” she said uncertainly and then almost as quickly, assuredness replaced doubt. “You mean like this,” she said as she pulled her blouse open. “You mean someone’s going to see me showing you my tits?”
The man could do little more than gape at the girl sitting beside him.
“What about it,” Sarah taunted him. “What about it? Are these as good as your girlfriend’s? Oh wait. That’s right. You haven’t even seen your girlfriend’s tits, have you? How ‘bout I clue you in to what you’ve been missing. Come on. Go ahead. You can touch them.”
“W-w-what?”
“You heard me. Go ahead. Touch my tits.”
The man gingerly extended his hand and his fingers brushed up against Sarah’s tits.
“Oh-h-h-h-h,” the girl moaned. “Oh, you got to do that again.”
Neither the man nor the woman saw the two men laughing in the crowded restaurant. Neither man said anything to the other but it was almost as if the two of them were sharing some kind of private joke.
“I like that,” Sarah purred, “but I have something I know you’d like even more.”
For just a moment, it looked as if the man were going to say one thing but then he said something else. “Show me,” he said.
The thought never even crossed Sarah’s mind that there might be something wrong with what she was doing. She just turned toward the man and she pulled up her skirt and spread her legs. “There you go,” she said. “There are my panties.”
The man stared. “That’s it,” he said finally. “That’s it. I thought you were going to show me your pussy.”
She knew she’d been about to say no, but suddenly, she couldn’t remember why. Show him her pussy? Sure, why not. After all, the way he was being treated by his girlfriend, it could practically be called a public service to let him see her pussy.
Her fingers pulled her panties to one side. “There you go, Mister,” she told the man. “Now you got to see my pussy.”
“Come on. You can do better than that.”
What?! What kind of girl did he think she was? She’d just let him get a look at her pussy. Shouldn’t that be good enough for him?
But what if it wasn’t. After all, his girlfriend was totally holding out on him. The guy was probably like totally sex-starved. He probably had to go home and jack himself off every day. She needed to do more.
She got up off the bar stool and in no time at all, she’d pushed her panties down and she put them on top of the bar and then she was back again on the bar stool. Once again, she was spreading her legs and then she fingering her pussy as she looked back at the man. “How about this,” she asked him. “Is this what you wanted to see?”
The man didn’t say anything. He just stared between her legs and then he finally nodded.
“You know, it’s not really fair.”
“Fair?”
Sarah nodded. “You got to see my pussy but I don’t get to see your cock. That’s not fair.”
Wait a minute, she thought. Wait. That wasn’t right, but ... but she did want to see his cock.
“You want to see my cock?”
Sarah nodded even as her fingers continued to play with her cunt.
For a moment, the man seemed to consider what the girl had just said. For a moment, it seemed as if he was going to turn her down, but that was only for a moment because in the next moment, the man was getting up off of his bar stool and he was unzipping his pants. He unbuckled his belt and then he pushed his jeans down past his hips. “Is this what you wanted to see?”
Sarah gasped and she rubbed herself even harder. Was this really what she wanted to see? Why of course it was.
“Well,” the man asked again. “Is it?”
“Yes,” the girl gushed. “Yes, I love it. It’s so big. God, I can’t believe it but I totally want to suck it.”
Wait a minute. Her suck a cock, Sarah thought. That wasn’t right, was it?
Or was it? God, just look at that cock. Who wouldn’t want to suck it?
But wait. She didn’t suck cock, did she?
And yet even as she thought that, she found herself sliding off her bar stool. She found herself dropping down between the man’s legs and then she found herself wrapping her hand around the man’s cock.
Wait a minute. What the hell was she doing?
And yet even as she thought it, she found herself sliding her mouth down around the man’s cock.
Mmm, she told herself.
Mmm, that felt good.
Mmm, she liked it a lot.
No wait. This was wrong, she told herself, and yet even as she told herself that, she kept sucking the man’s cock. She couldn’t help herself. She couldn’t stop herself. She had to suck that cock.
The man groaned and it was the first indication that Sarah had of the effect she was having on him. If she kept this up, he was going to cum. If she kept this up, he was going to cum in her mouth.
And still, she couldn’t stop herself. She had to suck his cock.
There was no doubt about it now. The man was going to cum. He was going to cum in her mouth and it was going to be so gross and still, she couldn’t stop sucking him.
The man groaned again.
Oh my God, the girl thought again. Oh my God. He’s going to cum, and yet she just couldn’t help herself. She just kept right on sucking.
The man groaned again and this time, he wasn’t just groaning. This time, he was cumming.
Oh my God. That was so gross, and yet ...
And yet, she couldn’t stop herself. She just kept sucking. It was so gross having him cum in her mouth and yet she couldn’t help herself. She kept right on sucking him. She had to make him cum. She had to make him cum in her mouth.
And then she swallowed.
Oh my God that was gross. As bad as it was to have the guy cum in her mouth, it was even worse to have to swallow it down and yet, the weird thing was she wanted to do it. It felt so good to swallow, like maybe she had to have it, like maybe she couldn’t get enough it, like she loved swallowing cum.
Sarah couldn’t believe she’d done what she’d done but at least it was over and done with now. She could tell her mouth had extracted everything it could from the man’s cock. It was embarrassing but she’d done it.
So why was she still sucking on that cock and why was that cock staying nice and long and hard.
Sarah moaned to herself. God, that cock was staying nice and long and hard for her and she needed that cock. She needed it so fucking bad.
The man pushed her off of his cock. “Tell me what you want,” he told her.
“I want to get fucked,” Sarah said and then almost immediately afterward, she wondered why she’d said that.
“You do, huh? You want to get fucked.”
“I want to get fucked.” There. She’d said it again. Why had she said it again.
The man stood and he pulled Sarah to her feet. “So you want to get fucked,” he said again.
Sarah didn’t have to say anything because before she could say anything, the man was turning her around and shoving her down across the bar and she could feel the man coming up behind her. She could feel his cock pressing up between her legs and she could feel him shoving his cock inside.
Sarah couldn’t help but groan as her pussy took that cock. She knew she was in a crowded restaurant. She knew people had to be watching her and yet, nothing else seemed to matter except that cock between her legs. She needed to get fucked. She needed it so fucking bad.
There was something else she needed, too. It wasn’t that hard to figure out. She moaned again as the man fucked her. If the man kept it up, he’d be giving her what she needed real soon.
The man groaned. “Are you ready? Are you ready for this?”
Sarah couldn’t help but moan. She was more than ready. She’d been ready for so long already.
“This is for Alfred Le Bovier,” the man growled just before his cock unleashed itself inside of Sarah’s waiting cunt.
Sarah never saw the two men leave the restaurant but she heard the yells and screams of the patrons as they finally took notice of her and of the man with his cock in her cunt. It really was as if they hadn’t seen her until just that very moment and the weird thing was as she laid there draped across the bar with the cum oozing out of her cunt, she felt powerless to move, as if she was supposed to stay where she was until everyone had had a chance to see what a good, little fuck she really was.
And what really bothered her was as she laid there across the bar, she knew they were right. She really was a good, little fuck, and she was proud of it.