Futon? He regarded the dog. A medium sized border collie with black spots stared back at him. His heart sped up. He‘d heard that name for a dog before. In fact, it was the same damn dog.

“I know you.” He pointed at the creature. “But the last time I saw you was with an old woman on Magazine Street in New Orleans.”

Gabriel had been working for a shady lingerie storeowner on the bad side of Magazine Street at the time. Trying to find out what Sebastian wanted with the man, he would later uncover that the demon had employed Trent, the owner, to kill virgins by bleeding them to death. Gabriel still didn‘t fully understand how it benefited Sebastian and he wasn‘t sure he ever would. On his second day, he‘d been hassled by an old woman on the street who‘d told him Sebastian was in New Jersey and that he needed to hurry up and get there.

She‘d spoken of fate and a lot of mumbo-jumbo he hadn‘t understood. It had turned out that she was right and he‘d high-tailed it off to New Jersey to help stop Sebastian‘s assault on the Outsiders. The woman had been with Futon.

The woman shook her head. “There are lots of border collies around this area. You must have seen a different one because Futon never leaves me.”

Excerpt #2 She turned on her heel, and Gabriel‘s heart sped up. He walked forward and grabbed her arm, which was tricky to do because he needed to hold up his blanket to prevent from being arrested for public indecency.

“You‘re leaving?” God, he wanted to shout, ‘don‘t leave.‘

Nodding, she gave him that forced smile again, and he wanted to wipe it off her face. “I am. I brought you to Alexa. It‘s time for me to go on my way. You‘ve told me a lot of stuff I have to digest. Good luck.” She looked at Alexa and he wished that one of his powers was mind reading because he had no clue what was going on inside of hers. “To both of you. It was nice meeting you.”

Pulling her arm free of his grip he thought for a second he felt her shake. Was she okay?

“Loraine, wait a second…”

He wouldn‘t have believed she could move that fast. One second she was there and the next she, while still walking, sprinted out of the building.

“Loraine,” he yelled but she didn‘t turn around and soon the crowd in the room blocked his view.

Why was she leaving? Like a light turning on, realization struck him. She had used the phrase your Alexa. What did she think his relationship with his oldest friend was?

‘I don’t know, just hush up and follow me.’

I do what I am told and we end up in a grassy nook which is all but cut off from the public pathways. If you look out between the branches you can just see the nearby path but the other way is a brick wall that marks the very back of the public space.

‘What are we doing here?’ I ask. Joe puts down the carrier bags containing his new shirt and tie, ‘Joe, what are you playing at?’

‘You’ll call me Sir or Master, slut, or you will be punished.’

My heart thumps. So we’re playing that game. This is somewhat new; well, very new. Those games have always happened indoors before now. Granted, he’s spanked me near the bedroom window a time or two where technically the people over the road could see us but in reality there is still very little chance of being caught.

Out here it’s public. If we’re caught we could be arrested. It is serious.

‘Bend over and put your hands against the wall,’ he says.

‘But we might get caught,’ I stammer, seriously worried about what would happen to Lucy if we did get arrested. My mum would kill me too!

‘Hush, girl. I know what I am doing. Rest your hands on the wall.’

I do as I am told, the cold, rough brick a shock to the warm skin of my palms.

He pulls my skirt up and tucks it into itself at the waist.

He leans in and whispers, ‘I can see if anyone’s coming, I promise I won’t let anything bad happen to us. Relax and enjoy. If you aren’t enjoying it, shout “Spiderman” and I will stop.’

I smile and nod, remembering the earlier conversation about his obsession with blue and red and putting them together in the most mind-blowing ways.

He straightens up, then pulls my lacy knickers down to my knees. I wore a good pair today in hopes I’d get lucky. I did not ever envision getting this lucky, though.

‘This,’ he says as he gently slaps one buttock, ‘is for ridiculing my taste in shirts and ties.’ He smacks me again a little harder, making more of a noise on impact. I gasp not just because it stings but in case the noise carries to someone’s ears beyond the bushes. I am worried but I trust Joe and the thrill of being caught; well, let’s just say it’s not exaggerated. There is a real surge of arousal when you know you’re doing something naughty that you could get in trouble for.

‘And this -’ another whack, harder this time, shakes my other arse cheek ‘ -is for bossing me around just then.

I am the boss, missy, do you understand?’ He slaps me again and I yelp my response. ‘Yes, sir!’

‘That’s what I like to hear.’ He cracks his hand over both buttocks. ‘The sound of your flesh warming up, your yelps and those words. All great sounds.’

‘I’m always glad to please you, sir.’ I grunt as his spanking continues. I glance to the left of me and bite down on my lip to prevent myself screaming out. That’s when I see him, the stranger.

He’s not that far away, just the other side of a sparse bush. He is a young guy and from the books scattered around him I guess he’s a student. He must notice that I’ve seen him because he waves his hands in front of him in some kind of surrender gesture.

‘Ow,’ I gasp, Joe spanks me again. I am reminded of where we are and what we’re doing and I wonder if I should tell Joe we’re being watched. Maybe I move my head or something but student dude lifts his narrow finger

to his plump lips and his eyes widen. He begs me to take mercy and not stop his show.

I’m pretty certain that the fact he’s hot contributes a lot to my decision to keep quiet. He’s obviously not dangerous; he’s not waving recording equipment at us or trying to call the police to arrest us. He’s just a geeky kid enjoying an eyeful of real, sexual activity. I can’t deny him this little pleasure and, truthfully, I don’t want to. I am enjoying performing for him.

‘Enough punishment for now.’ He purrs. ‘I think you’ve had enough. You’re going to be a good girl now, aren’t you?’

‘Yes, sir,’ I reply, never once taking my eye off my student observer. His hand fumbles around his fly as he keeps his gaze trained on me and, more specifically, my red, punished bottom.

‘OK, good girl, I’m going to give you a treat now. Damn, I really need to give you this treat.’

He pulls down on my buttocks, making me sink to my knees. I now know what kind of treat I am going to get and I lick my lips in anticipation. He stands to the side of me and pulls, none too gently, on my hair to turn me towards him.

‘Show me how much you want your treat.’ He commands. He unzips his fly in front of me. I take my cue from him, and pull my T-shirt over my head. All the time I am very aware that student dude will be getting a good eyeful of my round, red bottom and my less than perfect back. I do not have time to worry about that because as soon as my top is off, Joe’s cock is in my mouth.

He tastes wonderful. Masculine, meaty and with a hint of sweetness that makes me bob my head back and forward eagerly to take more of him into my mouth. He stretches my lips quite obscenely and I wish that my observer could see just how beautiful I look with my mouth around my lover’s dick.

I wonder whether Joe has noticed the student yet and what he’ll do when he does see him. I hope he doesn’t scare him off. I am enjoying being watched whilst I do what good girls do – please their master.

Joe yanks his cock from my mouth and kneels down. He presses his lips against mine in a hard kiss, then trails across to my ear.

‘Hey, don’t freak out,’ he whispers, ‘but there is a guy watching us.’

‘I know,’ I reply in low tone while nuzzling his neck, ‘I noticed him when you spanked me.’

‘So you don’t mind him watching?’ ‘No, do you?’

‘Not at all, I find it quite thrilling to show you off to another man.’

He kisses my neck and squeezes my breast causing me to shiver. Then his lips trail up to my ear again.

‘OK, so we’re going to give this guy a show. You know the safeword if you want to use it.’

‘Yes, sir,’ I say in a clear voice loud enough for the student to hear.

‘Good girl. Now stand up.’