Sullivan
“Are you okay over there?” I ask Shelby as we head south on the interstate. She hasn’t said much since we left.
“I am.” She turns to me, and although I can’t see her eyes behind the cloth covering them, I can tell she’s sort of irritated I’m keeping her in the dark. “Slightly bored,” she huffs. “Thinking about doing something to entertain myself.”
“Oh yeah?” I shift gears, getting up to speed to go with the flow of traffic. “What are you planning on doing?”
“I guess I could show you.”
The glow from the street lights allow me to see as Shelby sneaks her hand up in between her thighs.
“Oh, Counselor,” I groan, putting the car on cruise control. “You horny?”
“For you? Always, but I would love to point out that you were up on that stage lookin’ all hot.”
“You should’ve seen yourself, and fun fact, I have a fantasy about you wearing a skirt and letting me fuck you.”
She breathes heavily through her nose. “A fantasy?”