Inside Man (A "Teamwork" Story)

...As the woman walked away, Allie surreptitiously opened the top two buttons on her blouse and blew air down it, then left it open so her cleavage would peek out. Seemingly content, she then slowly crossed one leg over the other and leaned forward to rub her aching feet. Any man looking would get a nice shot of boobs. That ought to give Gordie the opportunity to come over and hit on her.

Sure enough, snickers and muttered comments filled that side of the room. Allie could see the elbow nudging from the corner of her eye. The men were no more discreet than chimps in a tree. She heard one of them say, “Someone should go for that.”

In record time, a volunteer stepped forward. “Man…I’ll take one for the team.”

Allie glanced up, expecting it to be Gordie. He was anything but. Six feet of brawny male with a killer smile and devilish eyes sauntered in her way. Walking sin. She forced herself to maintain eye contact and not give in to the urge to dust her gaze down the sculpted treasure of his body. Allie didn’t need to look at his crotch to know an erection bulged there. Her body already sensed it. The Agent Quinn part of her held on by a thread, while the Woman Allie part of her wanted to peel her panties off, spread her thighs, lay back, and welcome him inside her body.

Logic warned this wasn’t the type of man to take home to Mom and Dad. He was, after all, one of Sumner’s thugs. Neither the knowledge nor the air conditioning did anything to cool the extra heat now rushing over her skin from his approach. The worst place sweating on her now was her pussy as it begged for his long, thick fingers buried inside.

Low chants of “Teo, Teo, Teo,” accompanied his every step. Her heart thudded in time.

“I hate to see a lady in distress.”

His voice rolled over her, a touch all its own. Allie had to crane her neck to look up at him now. He folded his body onto the small table before her. Then, without warning, he grabbed her calf and hoisted her foot onto his lap. The heat from his erection bathed her sole.

“I’ve been told I give the best foot massages in the world.”

Allie melted into the chair and tried not to sigh as his fingers kneaded the aches away. He worked heel, arch, and ball before focusing on her toes. Each popped gently under his touch, sagging her deeper into the leather. Leaving her foot draped on his thigh, he pulled the other one up and gave it equal attention.

She loosely griped the arms of the chair, trying to not slide toward him. Her skirt had ridden up her thighs. He had a clear shot of her panties, could probably already smell her arousal. God knew, she could. Her hardened clit peaked against the silk, demanding he relieve the tension there, too.

Allie drew her bottom lip between her teeth, trying her best to maintain some measure of control, some tidbit of demeanor. But fire coiled up to her pelvis when his hand wrapped around her ankle. A quick wiggle loosened the tendons there before he wandered up. He cupped her calf muscles and rubbed downward. Thumbs circled toward her knees. Her mind went numb.

“Teo, Teo, Teo,” shocked her back to awareness. He was between her thighs, one knee pressed on the chair within kissing distance of her crotch. Sheer will kept her from locking him in place and dry humping him. She felt his hand feather upward, testing the elastic around the leg of her panties.

Allie snapped upright, trying to tug her skirt down and push him away at the same time. She was clearly outnumbered here. He could fuck her and not a soul would help her, not even Gordie. And the really pathetic part was—she’d probably let him and enjoy every second of it...