Chapter 19:I want you in me right now.

Why it was called Sweetwater, Michael had never discovered. There were no streams nearby, no lakes, and no rivers. While there was a large atrium at the centre of the structure, there was no water in it, never mind sweet water. Unless they had cemented over a lake to build the place, the name was highly inappropriate. However, it was the only decent mall in the town, and it was here that people from small kids to shopping adults would go to hang out or buy.

Michael had agreed to meet Lucy in Blossom’s Coffee Shop at eleven o’clock. He was early, so he bought himself an Americano and found a quiet booth to sit in. Watching the world go by seemed like a relaxing thing to do for twenty minutes.

“Hello.” He looked up to see a woman that Michael remembered well, but had never discovered her name. “It’s Cherry,” she said, “from the coffee shop?”

“Yes,” Michael said, “I remember.” Cherry was wearing a thin, cotton top, completely filled by her large breasts, and her nipples dimpled the cloth. Below that was a pair of hot-pants that hugged her body like they were in love with it. “Should you be visiting the opposition like this?” Michael asked.

“Pardon? Oh, the coffee shop? I own both of them.” She grinned at the mild look of shock on Michael’s face. “My father started the business here when the mall opened. I inherited it a couple of years ago and expanded into a couple of other places. I was only at the other shop because my regular girl was off sick.”

“Lucky for me,” Michael said, smiling. He frowned then and asked, “So, it’s Cherry Blossom?”

Cherry looked mortified. “Yeah, my father thought it was a great joke. I thought about getting it changed, but then the guys at school kept making jokes about how I wanted to lose my cherry…”

“I can see where it might be a problem. Would you like to sit down?”

She looked at the seat opposite. “I figured you were waiting for someone.”

Michael smiled. “My girlfriend, but she won’t mind you talking to me. Just so long as we’re not fucking when she arrives.”

Cherry slipped into the seat opposite him with a grin. “Well, I don’t do it in public, so she should be okay.”

They chatted about nothing meaningful for fifteen minutes as Michael watched the public walk past the shop. Cherry was about twenty-five. She had had a little trouble getting going in business when she had taken over from her father. People looked at her buxom, petite blonde image and thought they could roll right over her. She had had to fight hard to keep the mall shop going, but once she had established herself she been able to open three smaller shops catering for office workers in tower blocks.

Suddenly Cherry said, “Wow! Look at that chick!” Michael turned his head and found himself looking at Lucy. “Now that,” Cherry went on, “is one juicy piece of ass. Whoever gets her is one lucky bastard.”

Michael smiled. His face was turned away from Cherry so she could not see the grin. Lucy had done as he had asked, it appeared, and had gone a little further. Around her neck he could see a thin, leather dog’s collar with a little identity disk hanging from it over the hollow of her throat. Her hair was piled into a severe bun on the back of her hair, fixed with a silver pin. It left her neck fully exposed to make the collar more obvious. She was wearing a leather mini-dress; strapless, with a teardrop hole between her breasts that opened almost to her navel. The fringed hem covered her legs to mid-thigh, but the fringe was a good six inches long, exposing almost all her long legs as she walked. Knee-length boots with four-inch heels completely the ensemble.

She walked past the window and smiled at them. Michael thought she added a little extra swing to her hips as she walked on.

“She looked happy to see us looking at her,” Cherry commented.

“Well, she would,” Michael replied. “Morning, Lucy,” he added.

Cherry turned to see the leather-clad blonde standing beside them and her eyes almost popped out of her skull. “Um, hi,” she said, her cheeks colouring. “I’m Cherry, a, err, friend of Michael’s.” Cherry seemed to be having trouble keeping her eyes away from the gap between Lucy’s breasts. “Can I get you a coffee?” She noticed Michael reaching for some money. “It’s okay, it’s on the house.” She quickly climbed out of the booth and scurried off toward the back of the shop.

“Where did you meet her?” Lucy asked, sliding into the seat beside him.

“At one of her other shops, she actually owns this one. It was just after I found out I could… you know… affect people. We fucked in the back of her the coffee shop. You don’t mind, do you?”

Lucy grinned. “I’m outraged! With tits that size and an ass like that, I would have liked to join in. I must get some pants like those.”

Michael reached out and took a hold of her dog tag so that he could look more closely. He examined both sides and nodded in satisfaction. “Well, since you’ve been a good girl, and since Cherry was making rather appreciative noises over your physique as well, maybe we’ll arrange it so you can have a turn at her.” Lucy’s eyes widened and Michael could see a slight flush starting across her upper chest. “Are you wearing anything under that dress?” he asked. Lucy shook her head and Michael smiled warmly at her. “Is your pussy wet from all the looks people have given you while you walked here?” Lucy swallowed and nodded. “I can see your nipples appreciate the leather against them. Just think of all those men staring at your swollen nipples. I bet that made you want to cum all the way here.” Lucy nodded again. Her breathing was becoming harsher. “I bet you’d like me to take you right now, on this table, in front of all these people.”

“Oh, god, yes,” Lucy hissed. “I want you in me right now.”

“I think that the waiting will be good for you,” Michael told her, sitting back in the bench-seat just as Cherry returned with three coffees on a tray. She slipped into the seat across from them and grinned.