Kill Switch by Penelope Douglas

Oh, Jesus. She sounded almost hopeful, and my cock
swelled as I stared at her dark pink mouth, her parted lips, and
I wanted to take them in mine and taste those fucking crazy
words on her breath.
What wouldn’t I do to her…
“What will I do?” I repeated, brushing her mouth with
mine as I carried her into the stall. “I’m going to throw you
down…” I lowered us, leaning forward as she held onto me,
breathless. “And give you…” Lower, lower. “A big…” Lower.
“Fat…” Lower… “Spanking.”
And I dropped her ass on the toilet seat, the blaring,
banshee cry of the air horn ripping through the theater,
splitting my ears.
She screamed and scrambled off the toilet, grabbing onto
me and bursting into laughter.
“Oh, my GGod!” Her face shined, and she looked fucking
delighted.
I rolled my eyes, hoping no one heard that out on the
street, so they wouldn’t find out my shame.
She lowered herself to the seat again, the horn blasted its
shrill cry, and she startled, breaking out in laughter again.
I shook my head, pulling her off the seat. “You’re so gay.”
“Tame compared to what you’re used to?” she teased.
“Yes.”
GGod, if the guys found out about this… I needed to get her
home before she made me T.P. a house tonight.
Maybe someday I’d take her on a real adventure.
Working quickly, I taped up all the horns, including the
one in her boss’s office, so when the dancers, employees, and
she came in tomorrow, they had a nice little scare.
I packed up all our gear, grabbed Winter, and turned off the
lights and my flashlight on, leaving the building.