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“Tasha, I…”

“What is it, baby?”

“We need to dial this back a bit. I’m sorry.”

“Is it too much? I’m sorry, I didn’t?—”

“Tasha, you are good! Better than good, actually.” Megan leered at her. “I really love kissing you, and I want to do a lot more of that, but that’s as far as we can go right now.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah, I’m sorry. I’m still married to Brad and I swore a vow to be faithful. Sure, he’s a cheating shitweasel—” Tasha grinned at that “—but I am not.”

“No, you’re definitely not a cheating shitweasel.”

“Thank you, Tasha. I’m sorry if I’m disappointing you.”

“Megan, it’s okay. We both need to be comfortable. I’m gonna tell you, Brad better sign those damn papers soon or else I’m gonna rip his arms off and beat him to death with them!” Megan laughed at that. Tasha continued, “Even then, let’s promise to talk and be sure that we are comfortable. If we go beyond where either of us is comfortable, let’s promise to communicate that and be okay with it.”

“Oh, Goddess Tasha. You make consent sound so sexy!” They both laughed at that. “But yes, you are right and I promise to communicate with you.”

“Me too. Any idea where we’re going?”

“We definitely crossed a bridge.”

“Yeah, we did,” Tasha agreed with an over-the-top lasciviousness.

Megan answered in a very sultry tone, “So. Stockings?”

“Do you like them?”

“Definitely,” Megan’s voice dropped to a silky murmur. “You should wear them again some time.”

“What should I wear them with?”

“Who said that you would be wearing anything else?”

Tasha felt her spine tingle at that.

“Oh look, we’ve stopped!”

“I’m gonna get you back for that, Megan!”

“Mmm, I’m looking forward to it.”

Before Tasha could respond, the driver tapped on the divider. They quickly readjusted themselves and rolled down the divider. “We’re here,” he said. “I hope that this place works for you.”

“This Thai place? It looks perfect, thank you!”

“Parking is terrible around here. This is my card. Call me when you’re ready.”

“Thanks! Are you hungry? We can get you some take-out.”

“You ladies are really sweet. I always pack something. If you’re gonna be here for a while, I may hit a food cart for something hot.”

Tasha looked at Megan, then said, “Yes, I think that we’ll probably be here for an hour or so.”

They exchanged pleasantries as Megan and Tasha exited the car. They held hands as they walked into the restaurant, partially because they really enjoyed that and partially because they were both wearing stilettos and needed the help balancing. The driver had arranged a table for them, so they were seated immediately. The restaurant had a decent crowd, but not overwhelming. Once they ordered, they held hands across the table.