Now be a good girl and make me a fresh cup, yeah?"She didn't reply to that, and I knew she was already hard at it. I had hand-picked her from among th... bureau staff because she was one of the few who had finally survived the ordeal, a real good shot, and very keen on voicing her personal opinions, which could be easily discerned from the fact that I could see her through the glass pane, pouring actual dirt from a pot plant into the coffee machine.I returned my focus to the briefing report. That which had previously beenconsidered an exit only, was now yearning to be an entrance. I wantedhis finger in me, I realized. I wanted it badly. I could feel myselfpuckering and flexing my hole, back there, down there. Images ofpenetration began filling my head. His finger, or fingers, were thefirst few pictures I drew in my imagination.Then, to my utter shock and total surprise, I started conjuring updifferent ideas. Different ways of being penetrated, of becoming anentrance.I saw his. Since Saturday, he’d wondered if she would actually go through with attending the party but his question had been answered when he’d talked to Karen on Tuesday and she was practically bubbling over with excitement about tonight. But, if he guessed right, and he was sure he did, Rainey would hate being here as much as she’d hated going to the club. Did she see the same vacuous nature in the surroundings that he did? The blatant seductiveness that seemed to drip from every low-cut dress he saw,. .. just pretended nothing and kept harder around my boyfriend. At the same time I felt a growing excitement of the whole situation . Do not remember how long we stood there , but suddenly I felt the dress was slowly lifted up , and a hot slipped in between my legs . I froze . The person behind me had apparently (unlike my boyfriend) noticed that there was no panties trap under the light summer dress fabric. I did not dare to turn around. At Somehow he had managed to open the fly in the crush.