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Vi still hasn’t made good on his promise to eat Caitlyn out. It doesn’t take a scientist to figure that out from his sensual display of devouring a cupcake to know that’s what he meant—and the sole fact that he outright said he was going to do it.
Of all nights, Mother decided it was going to be one of the rare ones where she takes a quick shower and then it’s off to bed she goes. The woman would normally take a good forty five minutes soaking in the bath, but noooo, that night, it’s just a post work shower. Vi didn’t even try to sneak off late at night to Caitlyn’s room to fuck her one more time.
Part of Caitlyn thinks of the dirty thought that crept into her mind—what if Mother knows on some level? Panic rises inside Caitlyn and it settles for a while. She frantically looks for any hickey Vi could have left on her, she checked her face to see if it looked like it was just properly fucked out. She can’t even check up on Vi who’s in their room.
There’s no way Mother could have possibly known anyway, right? If this was a true cliché age gap affair, it would have to be weeks of clandestine hookups, weeks of renting seedy motel rooms and leaving no traces behind. But it hasn’t been weeks, it’s been a day. One day. Because they’ve only fucked once. Because Vi hasn’t eaten her out yet. But maybe once it all it takes?
Caitlyn runs to her bathroom to wash her face, ridding herself of a potential paranoia-induced headache. Mother couldn’t have known. Caitlyn is a terrible liar, but years of being the so-called “rebellious Kiramman girl” has taught her to be properly sneaky. Years of sneaking girls into her room—a habit she started while she was just in middle school—and it only took Mother till the end of high school to find out. And it’s not like she actually found out, it’s because Caitlyn straight up told her.
Truth be told, it’s not like Caitlyn hasn’t been wrapped up in an affair. At her grown age of twenty four, she’s had her fair share. Sometimes she’s the one cheating on a girlfriend, other times, she’s the one getting cheated on. It’s true that she has been the homeworker before, but rarely is she the homewrecker of her own mother’s home—er, relationship. For Caitlyn, though, in order for this ordeal with Vi to classify as an affair, it would have to be more frequent and more common than one day.
Lack of pussy really has Caitlyn in a crisis.
It’s the next day and Caitlyn managed to not kill herself from panic and paranoia.
She also apparently hasn’t killed herself from extreme horniness because she’s still thinking about Vi. It really is a bitch to be an overthinker, because she didn’t even get to jack off last night—too worried about the prospect of her mother being aware of her little tryst with her partner.
But life goes on.
Her mother may be oblivious, but everyone else around her is not. Apparently, she has an obvious post-sex glow that really has to be some sort of phenomenon. She personally doesn’t get it, nor does she see it, but it’s apparently so present on her face. Naturally, Mel is the first to ask her at work.
“Did you have sex?”
Even when she wants to be a productive member of society, her little escapades don’t… escape her.
“Yes,” Caitlyn says, deadpanned. She may have this afterglow but it doesn’t mean she’s not cranky over Vi not eating her out.
Really, she shouldn’t be acting petulant over this. Especially given the fact that she doesn’t want to act like a child about her non relationship with a butch nearly two decades older than her.
“Did it help you over your dilemma with your mother’s boyfriend?”
Caitlyn blinks. “What do you call getting over a dilemma by getting under him?”
Mel stares at her—just looks at her. “You slept with him?” She asks way too loud.
“Be quiet!” Caitlyn puts a hand over Mel’s mouth to shush her. “And yes I did. Well, ‘slept with’ is not the term I would use, it’s rather incorrect—he fingered me and that was it, he want back into his and Mother’s room.”
“Now, you be quiet.” Mel giggles. “Talking about getting fingered at work, you are so crass, Kiramman.”
Caitlyn rolls her eyes. “Like you and Jayce don’t go at it in the copy room.”
Mel laughs again, “that’s different! We’re in love. And it has wonderful lighting in there.”
The ‘in love’ bit shouldn’t have caught Caitlyn’s attention, but it did. That’s the difference between Mel & Jayce and her & Vi. It’s not like she’s in love with Vi, it takes a lot for a lass like Caitlyn Kiramman to really fall in love with anyone.
What she and Vi have is a potential fling, and the word ‘potential’ is key, because it’s not an ongoing thing yet. Caitlyn stops herself before going down this hole again.
“Don’t think I won’t threaten HR, Medarda.” Caitlyn jokes. “Miss Amelia Medarda is sleeping with her subordinate!” She fake shouts in a whisper, and Mel is the one to cover her mouth this time.
“You’re lucky I love you, Cait. You’re abusing your friend privileges with me.”
“I love you too.” Caitlyn smiles. “How does Jayce get over you being his superior thing, or does it not bother him as much? Is he into it?”
She didn’t mean to sound so eager about it, but anything to get her mind off of Vi would be splendid, really.
Caitlyn is soon to regret asking any questions, though.
“Oh, we’re not into that femdom shit, we compensate by me calling him ‘Sir’ in bed.”
Regret sinks in. “Oh gods.”
Mel shrugs, a smug expression on that pretty face. “You asked.”
“And I regret doing so,” she ducks her head in her desk. She did not need to know Jayce partakes in that sort of thing, quite frankly, she should shut her mouth in matters of Mel and Jayce in bed. Her closest friends sleeping together is enough misery fuel already, on top of one of them being her brother.
Not to mention, Mel doesn’t know about the whole calling Vi ‘Daddy’ of it all, either. Which is sort of her fault for springing the stepfather thing in the first place.
Mel continues to ask more details about Vi, and she hasn’t let it slip once—not even out of shame, but because it’s seriously nobody’s business what she likes to call her partners in bed. Caitlyn does end up relaying just how good of a fuck Vi is.
“I mean, I can’t really blame you. Close proximities and that disgustingly high libido of yours is a dangerous combination.”
“I’m not a horndog!” Caitlyn says, quick to shut her mouth in case any of their coworkers hear. “I am not some kind of.. sex-obsessed freak. You should’ve seen him, Mel. Right before we fucked, I caught him taping. He’s so hot it kills me!”
“I was only joking,” Mel giggles again. “You’re right, he’s hunky, but again, who can blame you? Have you told Cassandra? Or are you at least planning to?”
The dreaded question. The curse of Mel being both an enabler and a voice of reason.
Caitlyn runs her palms through her hair. “I honestly don’t know. She barely knows about my crush in the first place, what of me sleeping with him?”
Mel massages her back to relax her.
“I’m not one to condone cheating,” Caitlyn’s breath hitches at these words—Mel can continue to soothe her by running a relaxing palm on her back, but it won’t drive her out of the tense feeling she got from hearing the word. “But, if this is really something you want to get into, you might want to run it by your mother first.”
Caitlyn knows that she’s right.
It would do her and her mother good if she told her how she felt, maybe she could lie and tell her that seeing her mother date someone she doesn’t usually date makes her uncomfortable, but that would only open doors to a nasty argument about “who the heart wants.”
She could also just be straight with her and tell her that she had an innocent crush on her boyfriend and still not disclose the not-so-innocent tryst they got themselves into.
But the same dirty part of Caitlyn’s brain crawls up in her system, thinking about how thrilling it is to have this secret rendezvous with this hot older butch who you call Daddy. Given that she’s had sex with Vi a total of one time, it’s not enough to make Caitlyn feel totally guilty—it’s not an established thing, it’s not an affair in the making.
“Tell you what, why don’t we go for drinks after work, you, me and a bunch of gals.”
Here’s Mel being an enabler again. “Please, I’d love that. And don’t say ‘gals’ again.”
Mel gives her a playful eye roll and nods. “I’ll just ask Elora to find me a good bar, and maybe fetch us some tea.”
And Caitlyn lights up.
“I know where we could go.”
Coming in to The Last Drop was an experience of its own. It’s already packed with people of nearly all ages, and for an establishment that’s supposedly older than Caitlyn—much like most things are these days—it’s actually quite modern.
She glances towards her companions—well, companion since it’s just Mel, because everyone else took a rain check—to see how she feels about the place. Fully knowing she only brought her here due to her own Vi-induced withdrawals. Fortunately, Mel seems to like the vibe as she takes Caitlyn’s arm and brings them straight to the bar counter.
There’s a breeze when she sits on the stool from her all-too-little skirt. Yes, she wore a skimpy shirt, a plunging blue number for a top to a family-owned bar in the hopes of getting fucked. Is she presumptuous? Perhaps. Overly optimistic? Sure. Horny? Absolutely.
“Darling, is that…” Mel points to a figure with bright reddish pink hair, broad back facing the two of them. “You brought us to his place of work?”
“You wanted a bar!”
“Makes perfect sense why you had me drive us all the way to Zaun.” Mel decks Caitlyn’s arm playfully. “Heavens, his back is delicious.”
“Down, girl.” Caitlyn jokes. “Or shall I tell Jayce?”
Mel laughs. “You should not be talking, Kiramman.”
And it dawns on her that Mel is right—about Vi being delicious and about Caitlyn being a hypocrite—but she doesn’t give quite a fuck at the moment when all she cares about is having a blast with her good friend, Mel. And maybe her finger-blasted in, oh, Caitlyn doesn’t know, the back alley of the bar.
“Excuse me,” Mel calls on Vi, the menace she is.
“Yes, doll, what would you li—” Vi turns around, probably about to flirt up a storm with the ever-alluring Mel Medarda whom he’s wholly unaware is taken—not that he’s any better, but stops as soon as he sees Caitlyn.
“Caitlyn,” his eyes widen, but not out of fear, just genuine surprise.
“Mel and I here thought we’d check The Last Drop out.” Caitlyn shoots him a daring smile, one surely not belying any nervousness.
Vi rests his elbows on the counter, his biceps bulging out of his uniform. A polo, of all things. When he’s this close, Caitlyn can see the faint wrinkles on his face. They don’t age him badly at all, if anything, it makes him so much hotter. “And what do the two of you think?”
Caitlyn and Mel exchange glances, pretending to ponder on an answer, before Mel tells him, “real snazzy, darling, but we’re thirsty.” Caitlyn doesn’t know if Mel was trying to imply something. “What would you recommend?”
Vi lights up at the question, but as he answers, Caitlyn is mesmerised just by how passionate he speaks. For goodness sake, he’s talking about cocktails, yet Caitlyn can’t get over the smile lines, his attentiveness. She is so in deep.
“Caitlyn and I would have each a glass, thanks.” Mel responds, bringing Caitlyn out of her daze. She didn’t even get to really hear what the hell he was saying, but she supposes she’s down for whatever drink he’s going to make.
And make a drink, Vi gets to. He in positively in his element like this, mixing different alcohol into his shaker, shaking upwards, downwards, sideways with his gorgeous arms flexed, putting on a performance.
She wonders if he does this with other women. This really shouldn’t be the place Caitlyn thinks of Vi with other women, not to mention, he’s dating her mum. But Caitlyn is even more unconvinced of her earlier suspicions when he’s done his little drink shaking performance without so much as breaking eye contact with her.
Smirks are exchanged with one another, even as he pours his concoction into two separate glasses.
“Here you lovely ladies go,” he hands her and Mel their drinks. “Enjoy.”
Caitlyn takes a sip and of course, it’s fantastic—anything made with those large hands is destined to be amazing. It has fruity notes, but also somehow… vanilla? The kind Caitlyn is a huge fan of, as if it was pulled out of her own unofficial flavour palette.
“Well?” Caitlyn didn’t realise Vi was looking for feedback, but Mel is to give hers.
“It’s refreshing and sweet.” Mel licks her lips. “Like if a cake was a drink.”
Caitlyn’s eyes widen. “Like a cupcake,” she finds herself saying.
Vi smirks once again. “And what do you think, miss Caitlyn?”
She takes one more sip, lips puckering around the rim of the glass, this time, she’s the one who maintains eye contact with him. “Delicious.”
Mel was surely going to kill her for leaving her over there, but Vi has reassured her that he left their second best bartender at the helm to entertain her.
Sevika, was it? Caitlyn can’t remember. Quite frankly, it’s impossible to register anything that happened minutes ago when a sexy butch bar owner/bartender has his lips on your neck in, as Caitlyn predicted, an alley out back. It’s just behind the bar, it’s not sticky or wet—like what’s growing in Caitlyn’s pants—and it’s definitely not ideal. But it’s not like she was going to convince Vi to bring her to a nearby motel for a quick lay while he’s on the clock, right?
“Sorry for kissing you in the back of my bar.” He says against her neck. “I’d take you to the bathroom, but better the scent of alcohol wafting in the air outside than barf and shit, right?”
Caitlyn knows she’s down horrendous because Vi is talking about literal shit and vomit, but she melts into his touch, every pucker of his lips on her skin.
“I don’t really care, Vi.” Caitlyn pants. “Just want you on me.”
Vi chuckles and the vibrations shoot right to her cunt. “You missed me that badly, baby? What’s it been, a day?”
Caitlyn is slightly intolerant of sarcasm, when all she wants is to get fucked. “Longest day of my life—I need you.” Caitlyn pulls Vi away from her neck to kiss him on the lips.
“Couldn’t wait till I got home—” Vi gently bites Caitlyn’s upper lip as the younger swallowed his bottom lip. “Coming to my place of work, making eyes at me,” he deepens the kiss, and Caitlyn swears she hears a moan. “You’re lucky I can’t resist you.”
Caitlyn melts, wrapping her arms around Vi’s shoulders. She seems to default to this place as someone taller than Vi, but he doesn’t seem to mind, even one of his arms around Caitlyn’s back.
As Vi’s tongue slides into Caitlyn’s mouth, so does his hand into her top, groping her breast.
“Fuck, Vi..” Caitlyn huffs as her nipple hardens between two of his fingers. It took a good three minutes for her to contemplate wearing a bra tonight, even with the full intention of getting laid, but she’s happy with her decision of not wearing one—being able to appreciate and experience the deftness of Vi’s hand on her.
“Janna, you’re so sexy.” Their lips are barely on each other’s but Vi’s fingers remain fondling her tit and nipple.
“So are you,” Caitlyn smiles against his mouth. “You look quite dashing in uniform.”
Vi laughs, “this thing?” He says, tugging on the end of his shirt. “Wish I can put a show for you again, and take this off seamlessly, but I don’t feel like exerting any more public indecency.” He takes Caitlyn by surprise by grabbing her hand and laying her palm flat on his exposed abs. “This will have to do, yeah?”
And fuck, Caitlyn didn’t know why it took her so long to get a feel of his abs, but she’s not about to sulk in what could’ve been then, because she’s doing it now.
Vi is muscular, there’s no doubt about it, but getting to feel how firm and hard he was as their breaths are tickling each other and his hand wanders her chest is a new level of exhilarating.
“Vi—Daddy,” Caitlyn surprises herself with the instinctual name calling.
Luckily, Vi is not perturbed by it, implying the last time was not a one time thing.
“Yeah, baby?” He whispers. “Tell Daddy what you need.”
She loves when he’s a bit bossy like this, and it’s not even bossy, in fact, it’s quite gentle. It ends up leaving Caitlyn no choice but to give in.
“Fuck me.” Vi gives her a look, as if he’s shocked by her demand. “What? You didn’t just bring me here to make out with me, right?”
“No, I guess not.” He teases, sucking on her bottom lip. “How do you want me? My fingers, my mouth—”
“Mouth!” She cuts him off immediately. “Please.”
Vi smirks before kissing down her neck once more. His lips descend from her neck to her chest—not without kissing the other breast he didn’t give attention to. When he gets to the spot just above her navel, he leaves a soft kiss on that too as he lifted her top.
Caitlyn gives herself a mental high-five for wearing a skirt tonight instead of super short shorts like she was originally going to. Vi bunches up the material, exposing Caitlyn’s very thin panty. A g-string, more appropriately.
“You’re soaked.” He points out.
A smirk decorates Caitlyn’s face, “do you expect me to be anything else?”
Vi playfully scoffs as he slides her panty off with, obviously, zero effort.
Her pussy is immediately met with his finger, sending a vibration to Caitlyn’s entire body. At this point, it’s all very surreal to Caitlyn that she was about to get fucked in the back alley of The Last Drop.
It had also occurred to Caitlyn that she did not shave, but since Vi had fingered her without her shaving, she figured he would pay no mind to eating her out the same way.
“Daddy, please—” Caitlyn whines as Vi parts her pussy lips with his fingers. “Fuck me already.”
“Aren’t I already?” He says, cockily which makes Caitlyn roll her eyes.
“With your mouth—like I said, and like you said the other night while you were salaciously eating that cupcake.” Caitlyn really tries her best not to sound so desperate, but it’s simply not just her horniness, but also being in public engaging in physical activities with her mother’s boyfriend whom she shouldn’t even be seen with.
Even in the dimly lit street, she could spot strangers walking by—all of which are not paying attention to the lewd display.
Thank goodness.
“Hmm,” Vi hums against her wet cunt. “I’ve been dying to taste you, Cupcake.” Generally speaking, a very corny reprise, but Caitlyn is so needy that it’s the hottest thing alive.
Vi wastes no time, lathering his tongue onto her slit, causing Caitlyn to crouch down. Nearly twenty four hours without Vi’s touch and her body keeps over in recognition.
His tongue prods into her and the sounds that come out of her cunt and Vi’s mouth are immediate. To nobody’s surprise, Vi is skilled at the art of eating pussy.
“Do you like how wet I am, Daddy?” The taller one pants, pushing Vi’s head closer towards her sex and his chin is touching parts of her thigh.
He momentarily pulls away to give Caitlyn a hungry stare. “Fuck, yes, baby. Lets me know how hungry your pussy is for me.”
Vi’s voice is hot and raspy, and evidently, just as hungry for Caitlyn based solely on it cracking just slightly that a regular person wouldn’t be able to catch it.
His tongue plunges back inside her, and Caitlyn fights back a moan rising out of her throat. He moans as he devours her and his tongue is relentless—not only licking at her folds but sucking on them.
“Daddy, oh fuck, Daddy! Don’t stop, don’t fucking stop!” Caitlyn’s knee bends involuntarily, anchoring itself on Vi’s shoulder.
Upon realising the volume of her moans increase, she puts a hand over her mouth. This sight must be obscene to anyone that walks by. The owner of a beloved bar in Zaun on his knees for a blue haired—allow Caitlyn a moment of vanity—beauty who’s reduced to moans and whines. The thrill of being caught is only making Caitlyn wetter and weaker to Vi’s touch.
Vi’s tongue flits back and forth to her soaking wet folds and her clit. “Hnngh, right there, Daddy…”
A part of Caitlyn wants to know what Vi is thinking as he’s ravishing her. Was the anticipation of this very moment worth it? Is eating Caitlyn out better than fingering her? Is he getting a sense of excitement fucking her in public?
It’s not Caitlyn’s first time having sex in public like this, not by a long shot, but it didn’t stop this one from being the most memorable one of all.
“I can’t believe you’re really eating me out in the open like this.”
“Does it turn you on, baby? The fact that you could be watched getting fucked?” He murmurs against her.
“Yes,” Caitlyn sighs in admission. “I like that someone could walk by and catch me moaning like a slut. I like that they could see you on your knees as you fuck your tongue into my hole.”
“Shit—” Vi grumbles as his tongue dives back into her cunt.
He circles her clit aggressively, and Caitlyn doesn’t miss the disgustingly wet sounds emanating from his mouth.
Her leg that was resting on his shoulder, now lifted by Vi and pushed to the back, stretching out her cunt. Caitlyn couldn’t see it from this angle, but unbeknownst to her, Vi is gathering spit in his mouth, only to further surprise her by spitting in her pussy.
“Daddy, that’s—” Caitlyn jumps as soon as his saliva hit her core. She didn’t expect that. And she especially didn’t expect to like it.
Vi licks her wet folds, and parts it with her fingers. If Caitlyn knew any better, she’d assume her wetness is dripping on the concrete. Maybe it is.
He groans every time he devours her pussy, and in turn, Caitlyn fights back any sounds. She loves hearing him make noises for her, even at the risk of someone hearing them. She’s dangerously close, and this time, she couldn’t bite back the moan as she hunches over, grabbing onto Vi’s shoulder.
“I’m—Daddy, please,” Caitlyn doesn’t even need to say it for Vi to know.
He muffles, “let go for me, baby.”
So Caitlyn does. She sprays her slick into Vi’s mouth, and ungracefully, outside of it sometimes. Long nails clutching Vi’s hair, leg muscles contracting as she erupts like a volcano all over him.
“Oh fuck, Daddy, please lick it all up, lick my pussy clean!” Caitlyn pants as she watches Vi slather his tongue onto her swollen, wet folds.
Her cunt twitches hard after coming, with Vi leaving kisses on it. He gets up with his mouth still wet with her slick. He looks absolutely obscene, but probably not as obscene as Caitlyn’s cunt right now.
Vi, like earlier at the bar, makes a show of wiping of Caitlyn’s cum off his face, still keeping eye contact with the younger woman.
Gods, he’s so sexy.
It takes everything in Caitlyn not to kiss him, but ultimately, her impulses move quicker. Whatever slick left on his lips, Caitlyn licked before swallowing his bottom lip in a kiss. In between the kiss, Caitlyn feels Vi smile, prompting her to deepen the kiss. This oddly feels intimate… quickie in the back of a bar ending with a wonderful makeout session.
“You’re a crazy one, kid.” Vi says, breaking the kiss.
Caitlyn scoffs, “do not call me that, Vi. You were just inside me.”
“Hah, I suppose I can’t argue with that.” He fixes up his uniform—fuck, it had occurred to Caitlyn once again that he ate her out in uniform, how dirty is that? “I should get back, or do you wanna go first?”
Right, of course.
“I’ll go, Mel could be looking for me. Which is what I would say if I actually meant I want see her be wooed by that coworker of yours.” She winks.
“Probably not,” He says, chuckling to himself. “I’m the resident flirt. Sevika’s pretty shit at it, just grumbles a lot. But all the ladies like that somehow, they find a charm in it.”
Caitlyn hums in agreement. Not about Sevika, Caitlyn knows nothing about her, but about Vi being the biggest flirt. Butches get away with a lot, but Caitlyn can’t help how sexy he is.
When she gets back inside, Mel is in fact still chatting it up with Sevika.
She approaches her on the seat next to her, tidying up her skirt and hair so as not to look like she just got properly fucked.
“Hey, Mel.”
She turns around, “don’t ‘hey, Mel’ me, I know you two fucked!”
Caitlyn puts a hand over Mel’s blabbermouth. “Would you be quiet?”
“Sorry, I’m a little drunk.” She slurs, eyelids visibly growing heavy.
“Alright,” Caitlyn picks her up. She can’t be that drunk, right? Evidently; Mel is having a good time being carried by Caitlyn who just happens to be taller than her. “I will be driving us home.”
They give her a receipt, and good heavens, how long was Caitlyn gone for and how is Mel’s bladder after all these drinks? She leaves cash at the countertop and leaves with Mel still on her shoulder.
As they walk out, Vi finally walks in.
They look at each other once, with Caitlyn sporting a dumb smile as if her cunt wasn’t just in his mouth.
“You better have fucked her good, Sir.” Mel says to Vi, making Caitlyn’s eyes widen. “This bitch is driving me home, and I can have her driving angry.”
Vi looks at Caitlyn, smirks, then turns back to Mel. “You won’t be having that problem.”
Oh, the smug bastard.
Caitlyn rolls her eyes as he walk past each other, sharing one last glance before finally hauling an apparently very drunk Mel to the front seat of her car.
In a way, she’s kind of glad it’s going to be a quiet ride home. Mel will be hearing a lot of this at work the next day, though.