Chapter 71: Chapter 71

- Do you swear you're going to spend the whole night with that sulky face, Logan?

With a snarl, Logan just crossed his arms even more tightly and glared at his sister-in-law, even though he knew Megan wasn't to blame for the whole situation. Well, technically she had. If it weren't for that damn idea she'd had to throw a halloween party inside the agency, maybe he could have been at home, enjoying some alone time with his wife... Or, at the very least, at his parents' house, with her and the kids, having a family game night.

But instead, on Megan's brilliant suggestion, which all the other employees seemed to think was genius, he was now sulking, leaning against a wall, all alone in the middle of a darkened room, with flashing lights, loud music and dozens of dancing and alcoholic happy people. The initial plan was that he and Missy could be there together, taking advantage of that Friday night to spend some time together, while the kids spent a fun weekend with their grandparents...

But then Megan and Devon had literally appeared out of nowhere at their house that late afternoon, claiming that they needed Logan's help getting some stereo equipment in for the party, while Missy was packing the kids' backpacks for the party. Weekend. And, even against his will, Logan had ended up agreeing to accompany his brother and sister-in-law to the agency, while Missy took the children to Daniel and Gwyneth, before meeting them at the party.

The problem was that, apparently, his children had insisted that Missy stay with them for a while at her grandparents' house and now his wife was running late. Very late. Later than he was being able to bear, having to endure that party alone... And wearing that ridiculous Batman costume that Megan had forced him to wear over his clothes, apparently so he wouldn't "disappear" in the middle of it. your carefully planned costume party. Obviously, he'd refused to wear the whole thing, sticking with just the mask, cape, and a T-shirt two sizes too small with the hero symbol that was so tight it felt like a second skin.

- Oh, come on, Logan... - Megan laughed, bouncing away in her vampire costume, towards Devon, who seemed to be some kind of hunter - I'm sure my sister will be here soon... - something about his sister-in-law's smirk before she disappeared into the crowd left him wondering if she wasn't hiding something.

Finally, with a roll of his eyes before glancing at his wristwatch, Logan realized that Missy was already a full hour late. Damn, she'd never done that before. And neither do the children. Of course, Jonathan, Tristan, and especially fussy little Gwyneth, were unapologetically mommy's little babies, in their prime at 4 and 1 respectively. However, they were usually also obedient children, despite everything. And there were few things that got them more excited than sleeping over at their grandparents' house. So why was Missy taking so long? Had something happened to the children or one of their parents? Or had something happened to her on the way to the agency? Why hadn't she sent a message yet? Or had she called?

God, he had to go to her, right now.

It was with deep irritation, and a furious snarl, that he felt feminine arms gently wrap around his torso, while naughty little hands began indecent caresses across his abdomen. He was ready to explode and demand that woman take his hands off, when a voice he would recognize anywhere purred, causing him to freeze.

- Hello, big bat... – Missy ran her nails through the glued fabric of her shirt – We'll meet again.

With a silent sigh of relief, Logan turned, ready to ask if the kids were okay and what had happened to delay her so long… When the words suddenly caught in her throat.

Standing before him, Missy wore a long-sleeved bodysuit made of what looked like black latex, so tight he could clearly see every curve she usually liked to keep hidden, especially around other people. Her cleavage opened obscenely, leaving part of her soft breasts completely visible, before ending up halfway down her zipper, which still ran in a silver line down to near her crotch. Her fleshy hips and legs were also perfectly shaped, with knee-high boots reaching to her knees. All this added to the leather mask that covered her well-lined eyes, the blood red lipstick and a small tiara also black with furry little kitten ears that only compounded the Catwoman costume even more.

She was the perfect picture of a wet dream. A walking fetish.

Is the only one The only thing he could think of to do was pull the cape he was wearing down the front of his pants, hiding the withering erection that now threatened to rip a hole in his pants.

"You... You..." he stammered, his throat suddenly dry making his voice sound raspy. "Didn't you tell me you were going to dress up as She-ra?"

- I was going to... - Missy laughed, slyly, and something inside his mind found his behavior strange - But then Megan told me that she had found the perfect costume for you and I decided to change... - she hugged him, snuggling up seductively against his chest, making her breasts even juicier when pressed against him – Do you like it? she asked hopefully.

- Fuck… – he snarled, struggling to control the impulse to lay her down on the floor and fuck her right there – We're leaving! Now! – He demanded, wrapping his arms around her waist even more tightly and using her as a shield to hide her erection, as he walked as fast as he could to the door of the room they were in.

- Where? – Missy's speech sounded a little slurred, which again triggered an alert in the back of her mind.

- To the first hotel room we find on the road. He growled fiercely in her ear, making her giggle which turned into a moan as he pressed his massive erection against her ass well defined by her latex.

- Where do you think you're going? – Megan suddenly appeared before them again, almost as if she had sprung from the ground, with her hands on her hips and an annoyed expression – Are you really not going to spend even 1 full minute at your agency's party?

- Having created three more exclusive software for the agency, in these last 04 years, does it really make it mine? Missy teased, looking oddly airy.

- Does, when your husband officially owns the entire building except your office and your development room. You know very well that what's mine is yours, too. – Logan tightened his hips in a playful tone, before kissing her cheek and again looking up at Megan, annoyed – And as for you, Megan, frankly, it's not as if our presence would make a big difference.

- If the presence of the agency owner makes no difference? Oh, imagine... - Megan snorted, sarcastic, before rolling her eyes – Come on. I didn't find those fantasies just for you two to run off to a motel. At least try to spend at least half an hour here and appreciate my hard work. – she gestured vehemently around – Do you know how much work I had to keep only the employees on the guest list? I had to change my phone number just because of the other actors and influencers who were literally killing each other to get a ticket!

"Would I be really rude if I told your sister that I don't want to walk around with a hard-on in a room full of my employees?" he whispered almost inaudibly against Missy's ear, making her laugh.

- I hope that reaction was a yes. – Megan stuck out her tongue, full of haughtiness – And I don't want to see you two anywhere near the elevator at least until you've gone completely around the party, okay? – she warned them, in a dangerous tone – Now, if you'll excuse me, I have the fruits of a long hard work to enjoy! Satisfied, Megan looped her arm around Devon's, skipping away with her husband.

- Are we really going to obey her? – Logan muttered, even though he already knew the answer to that – What's the use of being the owner and majority partner of this agency, if my own sister-in-law commands me?

- Megan bosses everyone around. – Missy shook her head solemnly, plastering a crooked smile – Why don't we go to the bar? There's delicious juice there. I'm sure it will help you relax, big bat. - She rubbed against his arm, before starting to pull him to the drinks table in the opposite corner of the crowded room - Helped me a lot.

- Juice? - Logan questioned, suspicious, but allowed Missy to guide him there, wanting to understand where she had found juice on a table of alcoholic beverages.

- Yes, pineapple. – Missy licked her lips for a long time, looking happy just remembering – Lucy showed me when I entered the party. You know, I was a little insecure about wearing such a sexy costume in the middle of so many people, that's why it took me so long... - she admitted, with a shaky little laugh that made Logan find her behavior even more strange - But, at the same time, I I really like Catwoman and wanted to pair with you... My hottie. – she laughed even louder, running her hands suggestively over her abdomen again – I was really feeling very embarrassed when I got dressed and entered the party… But then I had a few glasses of this juice and suddenly I couldn't remember anymore because I was so insecure! – Missy celebrated – And the costume didn't look bad on me, did it? – she looked at him for a moment, before staring at him as if he were planning to eat him alive – But you are… Simply delicious.

- Believe me... Nothing can be compared to you in this fantasy. You'll be very lucky if she still exists when we're alone and I rip her out of her body. – he grunted, desirous, as soon as they stopped in front of the drinks table – So, which one is the miracle juice?

- Right here...! – Looking extremely excited, Missy pointed to a huge glass jug with a small yellow faucet at the end – It's so delicious, love! I have never tasted something so good...! – she suddenly gave him a smirk – Well, except you of course.

- Missy...! – he laughed, surprised and a little disconcerted as he looked around, surprised to see her being so daring, and in such a loud tone, in the middle of so many people… Which, like it or not, only increased his suspicions while he poured some of the gallon's contents into one of the paper cups nearby – So… Juice, isn't it? – now more suspicious than ever, Logan smelled and tasted a little of the sweetened liquid, understanding what it was about as soon as the taste hit his tongue – Oh, damn it, love… – he moaned softly – This isn't just juice.

- Of course it is. – Missy smiled, her wide innocent eyes wide – It tastes like pineapple and it's not bitter at all, like other drinks that always leave a bad taste in my mouth.

- This is called V.I.P. It's one of my sister's favorite bar specials. They let a pineapple sit for days inside a gallon of vodka, squeeze it and then... This is the result. It's literally pineapple flavored alcohol. – he saw Missy's eyes begin to widen with fear little by little… Comically little by little – Oh, love, I'm sorry. How many glasses did you drink? – they both knew that Missy got drunk extremely easily. And he could hardly imagine what would happen if she had drunk too much of something as strong as vodka.

To his surprise though, Missy just threw back her head in a loud, carefree laugh.

- Oh, so I'm drunk? That explains it all! - Still laughing, she patted Logan's shoulder full of complicity - But, also, I think anyone would get drunk after 08 glasses of sweet vodka, right?

- You drank eight glasses?! Logan gasped, stunned.

- Come on, Logan! You know me. – She shrugged, good-natured – Look at what I'm wearing! I could barely look at myself in the mirror without blushing nearly to death. Only the drink would make me so calm. – she laughed again – You know, now I'm wondering how I didn't realize I was drinking alcohol! Silly Missy…' She patted her temple a little, looking very funny.

- Missy... – Logan sighed, knowing that all that vodka would take its toll the next morning, but a staggering movement behind Missy caught his attention – Lucy! – he called, indignant, when he saw the stuntwoman stumble near them, leaning on his wife's arm – Why did you let Missy drink vodka thinking it was juice?

- You did what?! Emily gasped, looking at her wife in disbelief.

- Oh, so that was vodka? – Lucy choked for a second, before laughing shrilly, being accompanied by Missy, who held out her hand so that the two could do an extremely clumsy “high five” – So I think we made quite a move, huh, Missy?

- Sorry, Logan… – Emily sighed – Lucy got a little excited at the drinks table, when I took my eyes off her.

- All right, Emily... - Logan watched Lucy and Missy try to clap their hands again, but without much success, since they didn't have balance – But, now, I think we need to take care of our wives, don't you?

- Oh, yes, that sounds good... - Lucy celebrated, hugging her wife even tighter as Emily dragged her away, towards the elevator.

- And you... - Logan hugged Missy's body a little wobbly even more firmly - You're coming with me. - he warned her, in a good-humored tone, kissing her cheek that now he could feel was flushed from the drink.

- For your car? I would love to… - Missy purred sensually, rubbing herself against him – Could I have some more juice first?

- No, no juice, love. – he denied, gently guiding her to the elevator – Believe me, you'll thank me for this tomorrow.

- Hey! What did I tell you? – Megan's voice stood out above the murmur of the crowd, as always, even before she put herself in the way between them and the exit – Really? You guys can't even wait another fifteen minutes before running away so you can act like rabbits?

- Missy drank eight glasses of V.I.P thinking it was juice, Megan. – Logan quickly interrupted her, with an unquestionable tone – I'm sorry that I put so much effort into this party, but my wife is drunk, so I need to take her home home now and take care of her.

- Home? Not! – Missy complained, her voice high and sly – You have to take me to the nearest hotel room and fuck me, remember? Is fantasy not making you hard anymore?

- My goodness... – Megan gave an incredulous laugh – You really are very drunk, aren't you, sis? – When Missy just laughed at that question, her older sister just shook her head, amused, but also a little worried – Just take care of her. And make sure tomorrow she doesn't find out that she mentioned having sex with you, out loud, in front of dozens of people, okay? – Megan asked him, stroking her sister's cheek fondly.

- But I want to get laid! Missy defended herself, her voice slurred.

- Right, little sister. – Megan laughed – Too much information. I'll call to find out how bad your hangover is tomorrow, okay? – Discreetly approaching Logan's ear, she murmured – Now take her out of here, before she decides to attack you and take your clothes right here.

Without needing any further encouragement, Logan took his wife in his arms, making Missy laugh until she choked, as he followed with his wife to the car in which she had gone to the agency, noting that, in addition to some of the children's toys that always ended up being Forgotten in the backseat, there was also a bag with what he thought were a few changes of clothes inside.

- You really came here determined to make the hotel idea happen, didn't you? - Logan laughed, as he kissed her cheek and removed the dark mask from her flushed face, as soon as he sat her on the passenger seat. It didn't take many times to glance over the extremely tight overalls before he noticed the small bulge in his pocket, revealing where the key was.

Reaching into his pocket extremely tight, Logan couldn't resist giving the warm flesh beneath the latex a squeeze before he struggled to pull the keys out, keeping his eyes riveted on her plunging cleavage as he belted it into place. of security.

- That's the look I wanted to see on your face when I decided to wear this costume. – Missy celebrated, malicious – Now, move that Batmobile to the nearest hotel! – she screamed, putting her arms up like she was on a roller coaster – I'm dying to check out what you have in your utility belt!

- I had almost forgotten how you look when you're drunk... - Logan laughed, before closing her door and going to the driver's seat - Happy and horny.