Roxy didn't know what had happened inside the house, but it wasn't long before the two men walked out toward the car, Jon leaning heavily against Richie.

She had climbed into the back and was surprised when he opened the other door and pushed Jon in beside her. He walked around to the driver's door and climbed in. Roxy glanced into the rear-view mirror and caught Richie's eyes. He nodded imperceptibly and slow blinked then started the car, pulling out of the driveway.

Roxy unbuckled her seatbelt and slid across the seat beside Jon and reached for his hand. He broke from his brooding out of the window and looked down at their joined hands.

"You gonna break my fingers, little girl?" he asked, "I wouldn't blame you. I've been a complete asshole to you both today. I'm sorry. Honestly, I'm sorry."

"Shh," she hushed him with a finger over his mouth, " You've shown us nothing but kindness until today. You must be worried about your kids, right?! That worry would be killing you right now. I get that. Sadie will come around too."

She extricated her fingers from his and kissed the palm of his hand and placed it inside her shirt, over her breast. "If you want it, it's yours to take."

Roxy could see the indecision in the singer's eyes so she gave him an encouraging smile and leaned forward to stroke his face, bringing him closer. Her tongue darted out to wet her lips before capturing his bottom lip between hers. His hand squeezed her breast as the kiss deepened. She moaned softly when his thumb brushed over her nipple.

"That's it, baby," Richie murmured from behind the wheel. He could have been talking to either of them, as his eyes flitted between the rearview mirror and the road ahead.

Roxy nibbled daintily on Jon's mouth, moving over his stubbled jaw and down the column of his neck. She knew she had Jon in the palm of her hand when he whimpered and dropped his head back as she breathed hotly in his ear, tracing the delicate shell with her tongue.

Roxy pulled back for a moment and released the knotted shirt of Richie's she'd pulled on hastily, exposing both breasts to Jon and any passing traffic that may have been using the back roads between David's place and wherever Richie was taking them. Shifting, she straddled Jon's lap and worked his t-shirt off, tossing it to the side as his hands ran up over her thighs and slipped under her flip skirt.

Richie reached through from the front seat and lifted Roxy's skirt for a glimpse of her ass, groaning when he caught a flash of little white sheer panties that were already darkening with moisture as Jon's fingers had moved inside them.

He pushed slightly on the accelerator; he wanted to get them all home but without drawing attention to his own little porno happening in the back seat of his car. Tinted windows worked perfectly unless he got pulled over for speeding.

"Jonny," he said, "shift a little this way, babe. Let me see."

"Okay, Mook," Jon said and unbuckled his seat belt, positioning himself and Roxy easily for Richie's viewing pleasure. He pushed Roxy's skirt up and tucked it up into the waistband at the front and back. He sat up slightly and attacked Roxy's neck with his lips, teeth, and tongue as he scooped the panties between her ass cheeks, digging his fingers into the smooth exposed flesh.

"Your place or mine, Jonny?"

"Whichever is closer," Jon growled as Roxy worked his zipper down, freeing his thick cock to the air-conditioning and taking him in her mouth.

Richie's mouth watered as the smell of sex filled his car. He did his best to drive in a controlled manner and still caress her ass, giving the cheeks a good spanking now and again as she was going down on Jon.

Just as he turned a corner the carphone started ringing through the speakers. There was only a handful of people that knew this number and one of them was in the back seat. He flicked Jon a quick look in the mirror and got a thumbs up that he'd try to be quiet before Richie hit the answer button.

"Hello?" he answered gruffly.

"Hello, to you too, gorgeous," Heather cooed over the line.

"Hey, darlin'," Richie answered, "How's my girl?"

"Missing my man. You boys staying out of trouble?"

"You doubt us?" Richie said and rolled his eyes.

"Just them. I know you're behaving for me."

Jon groaned as Roxy took him deep in her throat and Richie pulled a face. He smacked Jon's leg in retaliation

"What was that?" Heather asked.

"Er...that was Jon," Richie scrabbled for an answer, "He's not feeling himself. I had a bad day after running into Dot. Too many drinks and pizza always gives him heartburn. Anyway, sweetheart, what have you been doing today? Finished filming for the day?"

"Yeah...director was dick today. Couldn't wait to get home and hear your voice, baby."

Jon wrapped his hand through Roxy's hair and pulls viciously. The surprise and force of it made Roxy gasp and gag on Jon's cock. She couldn't help but cough loudly. "Fuck," he groaned.

Richie coughed, hoping to cover up the noise from the backseat. "I'll be home soon. I'm just taking Jon home first."

"Was that a female cough, Richard? What's going on?!" Heather demanded.

"It's Jon," Richie hedged, "He's being a whiny little bitch."

"Oy!" Jon yelled from the back, making Roxy giggle before taking him back into her warm mouth. "Mmm..."

"I swear to god, Richard!"

"Okay...okay, babe," Richie said quickly, "He's got a date in the back seat. I didn't want to say coz I know how you are about the cars." He had to hold his own groan in, as he caught a glimpse of Roxy's plump lips split by the damp white of her panties.

Heather huffed. "He better not stain that shit and I swear you better not fucking touch anyone! You remember last time??"

"Oh god yes," Jon moaned as Roxy bobbed her head. His toes started to curl in his shoes and his legs tensed.

"Heather, baby, if you don't wanna hear Jonny in the next few seconds, I'd hang up now," Richie said, "I'll call you later. I love you."

"What so you can go join him?!" Heather screeched.

"Goodbye, Heather," Jon called out, then, "Jesus...fuck, baby yes! He'll call you later."

"Assho--" Heather was cut off as Jon jabbed his foot on the hang-up button. He held Roxy's hair and bucked his hips upwards.

"Goddamn I'm gonna cum, baby...mmm...fucking take it all, you dirty little slut!"

"Jesus Christ," Richie groaned and pulled over into a heavily wooded area and killed the engine. He threw open his door and climbed into the back, "I'm fucked if I do and fucked if I don't...so let's get fucked together."

*~*~*

"Interesting choice," Sadie chuckled, reading over her entry ticket. They each had two small bottles of wine, popcorn and chocolate ice cream to share. "So this is a film festival matinee thing?"

David nodded and wrapped his arm around her shoulders. "They run it every so often. Certain directors or genres. Today's theme is..." he glanced down. "Erotic thrillers. Oh boy..."

"Bet you wished you'd picked bowling, huh?"

"Oh no," he smirked, "this will be perfect."

He pushed the door open into the darkened theatre. There was a smattering of patrons in couples and a few going solo. David saw that the back row was completely deserted so he guided Sadie into the row, dead in the middle. Settling down into their seats, they spent a moment to arrange their drinks and snacks close at hand.

"Still pretty empty," she whispered, popping the top from her bottle and sipping it. She did notice there was quite a bit of room between their seats and the row in front of them.

"Have you not been to one of these before?" David whispered as the opening credits for Body Heat started on the big screen. They're bathed in red as a fire lit the screen.

"Never had the time. Roxy isn't one for the movies and clients...well...you know what happens with those," she replied, focusing on the screen. "You smell really nice, by the way."

She leaned closer to David, licking at her ice cream slowly. A small 'mmm' would escape her lips now and then. She caught him watching her covertly and ran her finger through the frozen treat, holding it out for him to taste.

"Hmm my favorite," he murmured as he licked at the melting ice cream. "Creamy...just the way I like it."

Sadie didn't notice the tilt of her cone and gasped as it dripped onto her chest. She reached for a napkin but David caught her wrist and pulled it back. He shook his head and bent his head down, his tongue darting out and lapping the fallen cream.

No one looked their way. All were too engrossed in the flick.

David glanced around and ran a finger through the ice cream, pulling her shirt down to expose her breast. Just the smallest peep of a nipple. He spread the chocolate and made that little bud hard and taut. His lips closed around it and suckled gently.

"Mmm...D..." she breathed just enough for him to hear.

He stretched to her ear and whispered, "C'mon...you think people come here for the movie? Look around. That couple two rows down, she's stroking his cock and might get her pussy tongued as a reward. The girl on the left, row four...probably fingering her tiny virgin hole."

"Oh...don't stop," Sadie breathed as she squirmed a little from David's touch as much as his words.

"And you see that fat fuck down there? First row... He wants the virgin. To bury his cock in a woman and not just his hand." His hand skimmed down her short dress, finding the warmth between her thighs. "But you...you were naughty and wore panties. You know I don't like that. Take them off. Oh and don't sit on your skirt."

He took her ice cream cone, licking it and watching Sadie wiggle out of them. One of the hotter S&M scenes started and he smirked when her legs spread instinctively at his touch. He dips his fingers into the ice cream, the chocolate oozing down the side of the cone before trailing them up the inside of her thigh and smearing it over her puffy lips.

Her body shuddered at the cold sensation. "But then," he disrupts her thoughts, his lips barely hovering over her ear. "There's this pretty little thing I saw...nice ass...long dark hair...and you know what she likes?"

Sadie's breathing hitched a little and she shook her head.

"She likes getting a finger...just one," he massaged her hot entrance with his fingertip, "with the slightest pressure...right," he pressed his finger into her body and curled it towards her belly, "...there. It made her squirm because she always wants more...no matter who's watching. There's one pervert who fucking loves to watch her too."

"W-who?" she hiccuped as his fingers played her body like the greatest Steinway.

"Shhhh," he whispered, "Don't make a sound."

When she was dripping white-hot, David took the ice cream cone and spread her pussy lips. He tilted the cone and mashed it against her clit, rubbing it and smiling down at her. He had to smack his hand over her mouth to keep her from screaming at the frozen intruder, her eyes wide and rolling back into her head.

"Good girl," he said, his eyes bright from the screen which had been forgotten, "Tsk...you're melting the chocolate. I'll have to clean you up somehow...any suggestions?"

"Y-you c-could...oooh...l-lick m-m-me c-c-clean," she replied, feeling the flame of passion burning between them and bursting for freedom. "P-please?"

He took the cone from between her legs and took a long lazy slurp from it as he looked around at the other customers as he thought. There would be only one person that could turn enough and see everything he was about to do. The thrill of it sent electricity snapping through his veins and straight to his cock.

"Stand up and perch that pretty ass on the edge of the seat in front of me," he whispered, nonchalantly licking at the ice cream, "and if you make a noise, everyone will turn and see what a dirty little girl you are."

Sadie bit her bottom lip and struggled to her feet, propping her naked ass on the cold hard seat. She placed her feet on the armrests, spreading herself open for David and glancing around to make sure everyone else was watching the movie. She lifted her dress in the front to show herself off.

He released a slow, calming breath and reached out to drag his fingers through her creamy, chocolatey folds before bringing them to his mouth and sucking on them, catching her eyes and holding the gaze before he shifted to the edge of his seat. He pushed her legs open wider and mouthed his way up the inside of her thigh, lapping at the trail of chocolate he'd left.

He huffed out a breath and leaned back enough to release himself from his pants, pulling the tail of his shirt over his cock. He scooped his arms under her legs and back around over the top so that he could use his fingers to play with her before diving back between her legs.

His warm breath teased her flushed skin and her fingers combed through his head. He nuzzled his nose into her clit and tilted up to see her staring down at him. His lips pursed around the tiny nub, sucking and pulling, just as she would on his cock. His head bobbed subtly.

Sadie was struggling to keep silent. She could have sworn one or two people closest to them had glanced in their direction.

David lifted her slightly, his fingers flicking side to side over her clit. The man he had pinpointed earlier looked over and gave him a thumbs up. David simply flipped him the middle finger and turned back to his dessert.

He moved one hand into his lap, wrapping his fingers around himself and stroked, matching the rhythm to his tongue and lips. Sadie was giving off signs of being close to the edge. With one last hard suckle, knowing the veil between pleasure and pain would thin for her about now, he surfaced and indicated for her to turn around.

"Keep your eyes on the screen, baby," he whispered hotly and guided her back onto his dick as he held it in position. "Don't look anywhere else but the screen." He glanced disinterestedly at the screen and saw Kathleen Turner and William Hurt in the throes of their passion. Real-life was so much better than what was being played out in front of him.

Her mouth fell open and eyes watered as his cock buried itself deep inside her. She grasped at the armrests and rocked forward and back. David's strong hands kneaded her breasts and rolled her nipples. Their bodies moved as one as the actors on screen did.

"Touch yourself, my little slut. You know you want to."

Sadie nodded vigorously and sneaked her fingers around her clit, caressing and stroking in time with David's thrusts.

"Look at him," he whispered and pointed to the couple from earlier, the woman making no effort to hide her climax. "He's gonna make her squirt. Yours is better." He moved her slightly to change angle, his cock massaging the sensitive bundle of nerves.

Sadie tightened around his dick and grabbed his arms. He ripped down her dress to expose her to the pervert who was watching them rather than the movie.

"Suck your own tits, baby," David whispered, "Put on a show for him."

She scooped one breast and her tongue stretched to her nipple, sucking it back in her mouth harshly, pulling and pinching the other. "Mmm fuuuck," she moaned.

"Damn, baby! Look at him drooling over your beautiful tits." He reached up and brushed one of her hands away from her breast and scooped the delicious flesh in his hand, offering it up to her mouth as well. "Do you think he wishes he was me, right now? Feeling your hot cunt squeezing me each time I brush over your spot? Holding this magnificent breast in his palm, as he tightens his fingers to leave his mark on you?"

"Mmm yes, Sir," Sadie breathed.

His insides flipped when he heard her say that. Dear god, she was perfect. "Say it again." He flicked his fingers over her slippery little clit as he waited.

"Y-yes, Sir...mmm fuck my little hot cunt, Sir, and make me fuckin' cum, Sir..." Sadie moaned. That got the attention of two others and the wife in the rows in front of them came magnificently.

"Again."

"Yes, Sir."

"Who's dirty little wet cunt?"

"Yours, Sir."

He held her hips down hard over his cock and snarled a low, "Do it," and almost fainted as his world spun.

She mewled quietly as her body milked his, her juices washed over his heated flesh and the chair in front of her, setting off a chain reaction within his own body, coating her with his own hot cream.

One after another, his fingers smacked and rubbed her pussy. Each splash of her juices went farther over the row, sprinkling the leather seats. As David held her quaking body, they watched the pervert who'd been watching them crawl up from his seat and start up the stairs.

Row by row, he would find the empty seats that Sadie's juices had landed on. Chair by chair, he leaned over and licked up those juices.

"You know...I usually charge about $1000 for that kinda show," she whispered to the guy when he reached the seat in front of them.

He blinked at her myopically, "And it would be worth every cent. Are you staying for another movie?"

Sadie looked over her shoulder at David who smirked. "Three of them actually," he supplied. "Pay the lady if you're staying to watch. Make it good and you can sit closer for another taste."