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He kisses her lips. He nibbles her lower lip. She whimpers.
Her panties had dried by now, but she's sure getting them wet again. Wet eyes, wet sex.
He slowly lets go of her. His hands run down her body. He takes her right hand in his left. He leads her out of the alley. He looks down at her. She's beaming up at him. He smiles. Maybe giving her what she wants isn't so bad after all.
"Just for today," he warns.
She nods. Still beaming. She can be distraught later. Right now, she's just elated to have someone holding her hand as she walks down the street. It's her first time.
They reach a part of town where people are prowling more than walking, and signs are glowing with neon reds.
"Have you ever been to a club?" he asks her.
She shakes her head.
A group of women pass them. They're wearing nothing but sequins, yet Mary is the one who feels inappropriately dressed. She looks down at her calf-length skirt. She picks at her thigh-length cardigan.
"You look great," he says.
She smiles at him.
They keep walking. Heavy beats rumble out of the open doors they pass.
He stops at a doorway. She can't tell what makes it different from the other doorways. He lets go of her hand so he can take out his wallet and pay the bouncer. He takes her hand again and leads her inside.
They enter a world of dark bodies and thick music. She feels like she's breathing in sound.
A woman walks up to them. She asks them to follow her. They walk through clusters of people. The hand-holding is a navigational necessity now. The hostess presents them with a round booth and table. He speaks to her. She nods and goes away.
John puts his hand on Mary's lower back and leads her to sit down on the booth's bench. He slides in to her right. They have a view of most of the club.
He props his left arm on the back cushion of the bench, around Mary's shoulders. He leans close to her ear. He has to, the music is so loud.
"Now this is more like it," he says.
She turns to him. "I'm definitely not dressed right."
"Do you even own a thong?"
"You mean sandals?" she says.
He laughs. He kisses the side of her head.
A server comes back with a bottle of vodka and a shot glass. She asks if they need anything else. John shakes his head. The server leaves.
"Now, one of my favorite games is Truth or Dare," John says. "But you never choose Dare. So we're going to play a different version."
He takes the shot glass and tops it off with vodka.
"Dare or Drink."
She looks nervous. The most alcohol she's drunk is the wine at church.
"Go on, pick one," he says.
She hesitates. She looks at the shot glass. She picks it up. She sips it.
She coughs. It's so strong.
He laughs.
"That's not drinking," he says. He takes the glass out of her hands. "Like this." He puts to his lips and throws his head back. It's gone in one go.
He hands the shot glass back to her. She holds it. He takes the bottle and tops off the glass.
She looks at it. She grimaces and drinks it the way he did. It burns her throat all the way down. She coughs more.
"First time?" he grins.
She nods.
He puts his lips to her ear. "You're such a naughty girl, letting Daddy corrupt you."
His voice makes her sex tingle.
"Dare or drink," he says.
She can't do another shot right now. "Dare," she concedes.
He grins. "I dare you to take off your panties."
She gives him a pleading look. She shakes her head.
"Drink, then," he says simply.
Her throat still burns. She looks around. She doesn't see how she could take her panties off without it being obvious. It's dark, and no one is watching, but still.
"May I go to the restroom to take them off?"
He smiles and shakes his head.
It was worth a try. She shifts the back of her skirt up. It's still covering her legs in the front, but this way, she can reach under it to get to her panties. She slips them off of her hips. Down her thighs, over her knees, off of her feet. She hopes she's not going to make a wet spot on the bench.
He takes them out of her hands. He puts them straight up on the table. Her eyes get wide. He grins at her. People walk by. They don't even look at them, but for all she knows, they're judging her hard.
"Dare or drink," he says.