Thread: The Point of No Return (The_PG&Malicious Lullaby)

The look on her face was that ever so daunting realization of Oh. It embarrassed her and it wasnt even because of his accent but she truly did lose sight of what he had been trying to say. Simply call George and let him know as opposed to calling for his help. Although it made her feel better knowing Mr. Pratt was going to call him, although she imagined how the call would go. Something along the lines of Mr. Pratts accent being thicker than possible because of his drinking and his driver wondering what the hell he was trying to convey. The thought made her smile, needing to stifle a little giggle so she didnt erupt into them in front of him. That would be something now, wouldnt it? She wondered again just how many calls George would get from his boss either drunk or sober telling him he neednt worry about him that night, someone else would be taking good care of him. That small peck seemed to just be a little teaser of what could happen. The very thought made her take hearty sips of her beer that she absolutely relished. While he went to his call, she turned to face the bar and met the nosy gazes of Scott and Bridget who were drying some high ball glasses. She put her beer down after downing the rest of it and looked at them. What? Her cheeks were so read, the flush creeping well into her chest and cleavage, it was a dead giveaway. Scott glanced to his wife and he grinned. Bridget smiled at her, a playful glint in her eyes. So this is what its like when Esther Martin flirts, hmm? That made her turn even redder, like a juicy, ripe, red tomato. What are you talking about? She picked up her beer to take a needing sip before realizing it was empty. Youre totally flirting with him. I am not! You totally are. Scott chimed in and Esther sent him a glare that was hardly menacing. We were just talking. Hes been really nice to me today considering some things. When they asked, Esther felt she couldnt hide it from them so she told them about Abby. Their faces dropped and Bridget looked devastated. And we told you that were pregnant. Guys, stop, honestly. Coming to the bar and hearing your news, definitely put a brightness to my night that I needed. Id take that than condolences about Abby. I swear, Im fine. Even better, to be honest. Yeah, Im sure if youre taking that home with you. Scott chuckled. Which by the way you two seemed to be talking, were thinking thats a definite yes. Bridget grinned. Stop that. Esther hissed, waving her hand at them. She looked back to see Mr. Pratt coming back and she turned to look at Scott and Bridget. Shush, hes coming back. Turning their attentions back to cleaning, they kept an eavesdropping ear on the two of them. Scott even seemed to notice that sly action of Mr. Pratts hand slipping behind Esther in a discreet way. He could only imagine, as he often gave Bridget that slip, normally to her rear and down into her panties. Depending on how lucky he could be without getting a swat from his wife. Esther seemed to blush madly, feeling his hand resting on her bum, giving it even a pinch which made her sit up, an obvious indicator as to where exactly his hand was. She bit down on her lower lip and looked to him, listening as he seemed to smooze his way towards Scott and Bridget before stealing her away. She glanced back to them and Bridget made a motion, using her hand, to display a blowjob and Scott rolled his eyes. Dont forget protection otherwise well have double births He said in a sing-song tone that thankfully fell on deaf ears to Mr. Pratt. It served to only make Esthers eyes widen as she turned away with Mr. Pratt, walking out of the bar with him. The night air was nice, not too cold and not too hot. Summer was definitely gone away and Autumn had already come way. The green leaves had turned amber and close to brown, close to falling as well, the streets becoming littered with them in the passing days. The heat was gone, leaving a more comfortable temperature of either 60 or 70 degree weather. It wouldnt drop down to the 30 or 40 degree weather until around November and December. It also just gave her body the kind of cooling down she needed, making her realize just how hot it was in the bar. It wasnt the bar in reality, it was just Esther and the teasing she was getting not only from Mr. Prattalthough a different kind of teasing, the kind that made her even more erotically chargedbut also from Scott and Bridget as they had never witnessed her picking up a man. Normally, they or Abby were the ones setting her on dates. She had never picked up one on her own, especially in their presence. She seemed to do well. Looking to him, she laughed lightly, a bit of embarrassment coursing through. Not that she was ever embarrassed about her car but it was one of those cars you didnt forget. Something distinct about a car named Hiccup. Its the red one, here. She laughed a little nervously. Oh, she could almost taste the wine as it would give her the liquid courage shed need to enjoy a night with one of the citys most eligible bachelors. Come on Mr. Drunky, lets get you in my car and then well get you all properly sorted in the safe and private confines of my apartment. Safe and private, yes, although not so very comfortable. It was a hole in the wall room with only one bedroom, one bathroom and a small space that connected the kitchen and meager living room together, with no barrier between. She didnt even have room for a laundry room, no that was what the Laundromat was for. Getting to her car, she fished her keys out of her purse and unlocked the doors for them both before getting in. Her car didnt have air for two years now, something she didnt feel the need to fix because it was nothing compared to if her actual transmission or engine blew. No, she was saving the necessary bucks for if and when that happened. She hoping not for another year or two, although that seemed likely. Starting the engine, she pulled off the curb and drove the small distance it took to get to her apartment. Parking in her designated parking spot, she got out and quickly led him inside. She lived on the second floor, the first door to the left that came into view when one got off the stairs. Walking inside, she let him through before shutting the door and locking it. From there, Esther tossed her keys and purse onto the little table by the door and slid her shoes right off, leaving them off to the side near the table. Make yourself at home. She motioned to the small loveseat, the only piece of furniture she had in the living room as she walked over into her kitchen and pulled out the bottle of red and a glass. Can I interest you in some wine? Feel free to say no? Its five dollar red, cheap, cheap, cheap. But it does the trick. Which was inherently true. It was clear that Esther was in need of some liquid courage with how quickly she drove, ushered him in and the first thing she went for was wine.