It was only 11:00 when Celeste strode out of the Blue Bella, glass of champagne from the bar still in hand, and crawled half drunk into her car.
“Take me home,” she told her driver, before launching into a rant about her girl friend abandoning her. An unusually handsome investment banker had taken an interest in them, and invited the two girls up to the cigar room for a smoke and more drinks. She wasn’t interested in having her throat tickled by smoke while she choked on cock, but Stella had been desperate for something more stable and thought this could be her chance.
“He’s just going to blow his load in her mouth then go home,” she bemoaned dryly. “And then she’s going end up with some old, married man’s Viagra dick in her ass.”
Her driver chuckled at her crudeness, and Celeste beamed a wicked smile as she caught his eyes in the rearview mirror. Ben and her had always been friendly. He wasn’t judgmental of her — or at least if he was, he was incredibly skilled at hiding it — and that was hard to find in a driver. On more than one occasion he’d carried her up to her condo because she could barely stand after a hard night of partying. He’d never once taken any liberties with her… Though she often wished he had.
“Ben?” she chimed sweetly as he pressed the gear stick to park in front of her building. Usually he was quick to hop out and get her door, but calling for his attention before he could would delay him a moment.
“Yes, Miss Chung?” he asked.
She waited ’til she saw his eyes in the mirror, and then gave him another half moment to recognize what he was seeing. When she saw his expression shift to something carnal she spoke again.
“Why don’t you pull the car into the garage? I think I’m going to need some help upstairs tonight.”