She put her hands on his thighs for purchase, bent forwards and found the tip of his cock with her lips. What a sight this was to see in the mirror. She couldn’t resist darting little glances over to it, enjoying the sight of herself looking whorish and sinful much more than she would ever have expected to.
Jason’s hand in her hair made her sigh, her breath wafting over his erection.
‘Suck it,’ he whispered. ‘Go on. And watch yourself while you do it.’
She watched his long, smooth length disappear inside her mouth then appear as a bulge in her cheek from time to time. She made her breasts jiggle and her nipples brush against his trousers, then pushed out her bottom extravagantly, fascinated by how outrageous she could make herself look. What a show she was putting on – for Jason and herself, but she imagined other people watching as well. What if Caro had CCTV?
The thought startled her and she stopped sucking for a moment and took a quick eye tour of the ceiling corners.
‘What’s up? Keep at it,’ chided Jason.
Reassured that there was no such hazard in the room, she went back to work. Imaginary watchers added to the thrill, but real ones . . . not so much.
She lapped and sucked at him while he began to thrust gently into the back of her throat.
‘Call this a bra?’ he muttered, his voice low and guttural. The hand that wasn’t rooted in her hair came down to pat the side of her breast before seizing and twisting a nipple. Her cry choked in the back of her throat, consumed by his thrusting thickness.
‘You wore this because you want to be treated this way, didn’t you? It’s a cocksucker’s bra, and you suck cock like a pro, babe. A pro. Oh.’
The final syllable was stretched out into a sudden urgent moan. Jenna waited for the burst of bitter liquid to hit the back of her throat. It came. She swallowed and made a deep purr of satisfaction at a job well done.
Once he was licked clean and tucked back into his trousers, she tried to smooth down her disarranged hair. This was an easy task compared with trying to calm down the riot in her naughty knickers. Not fair, they seemed to protest. Why does he get his and you don’t?
Sometimes that’s life, she said to herself. Besides, if they were to count up orgasms between them, she would be the outright winner. He always made sure she came at least twice in any single encounter, to his once. Perhaps it wasn’t so unfair.
She removed the provocative garments and dressed again in her London-on-a-hot-day silk shirt and chinos. Were there any traces on her face of what her mouth had been doing? Not after she had reapplied lipstick and dabbed at her shiny forehead with a tissue. A spritz of watermelon-scented cologne finished the cover-up job. Fresh as a daisy once more. No sign of that filthy tart who’d been down on her knees with a man’s cock in her mouth, nipples and arse on full display to whomever might fancy getting a good eyeful of them.
Which of those women was the real Jenna?
She couldn’t work it out.
‘So we’re buying the lot then?’ said Jason laconically, leaning on the door and watching her transform into Business Jenna once more.
‘I think so,’ she said. ‘Don’t you?’
‘What do you think? We should come here again. At least, it would be “again” for me.’ He smirked.
‘You’re awful,’ she said perfunctorily, turning from the mirror and heading for the door, sample underwear in hand.
‘You aren’t,’ he said, taking hold of her shoulder and stilling her for a long, tongue-heavy kiss. ‘You’re fucking awesome.’
‘I try my best.’
They paid for their purchases, Jenna doing her utmost to look Caro in the eye and give the impression of a woman who hadn’t just performed a blow job in a sex shop back room. It seemed to work. Caro remained her discreetly professional self and expressed a hope they might return as they made for the door with their boxes and bags.
‘You ever thought of opening a shop outside London?’ Jason asked Caro, turning at the door.
Jenna huffed, wanting to be out of the place now, but she waited.
‘Well, I don’t know, it’s something we might consider if the right place becomes available. Perhaps Bath or Edinburgh.’
‘Nah, they’re not the right place. Think about Bledburn.’ He tapped his nose. ‘It’s up and coming, you know.’
Jenna grabbed his wrist and manhandled him through the door.
‘You idiot,’ she said. ‘As if she’s even heard of Bledburn.’
‘If she hasn’t now, she soon will,’ he said. ‘After our show.’