This one's short, but I'll have another chapter up soon. Thanks again for all of the encouragement.
Sanjay pulled up at five after nine and took a moment to appreciate the vision squinting in his headlights. Chloe's apartment was on the first floor of a motel-like complex with the doors of all the units opening up onto the parking lot. He had no problem finding her door as she was standing right in front of it, just as he had requested. Chloe was waiting under a balcony that went along the second floor units, sheltering from the rain. The headlights rendered her see-through garment considerably more transparent, and the light reflecting back off of her skin, even through the material, gave her a sort of glow. Sanjay grinned, this girl sure was compliant.
Chloe wasn't sure if the car was Sanjay's and she wasn't about to run out into the downpour to make sure. It felt like ages before he honked his horn. Chloe ran out into the heavy rain and hurried into the passenger seat. First thing tomorrow she was getting an umbrella. Sanjay kept his eyes focused on backing up as he greeted her, "What were you waiting for? Just standing there?"
Was he serious? After making her wait outside all this time, was he really asking her why she was taking so long?. Chloe figure she'd let it slide. She didn't want to start things off on the wrong foot. "Sorry, Mr. Verma."
They drove in silence for a while. "So where are we going?"
"Dancing! Where else?"
"But where?"
"That's the surprise." Sanjay was determined to look at her as little as possible on the drive, playing it cool. There was also something that was bothering him. Staring at the road helped clear the lust swamping his brain and let him think a little more clearly. He had noticed something when he had her in the headlights; she was wearing panties. He thought over this for a couple of minutes as Chloe sat nervously next to him.
Craig had been a lot more talkative than this guy and Sanjay hadn't given her much of an opening for starting a conversation. Sanjay thought of what they were getting away with at the office, and how Craig had emailed all the guys bragging about how easy he'd gotten a blowjob out of her and how she had been so eager for it she had gone out completely commando. Craig was a putz and Sanjay was damn sure he could get a lot more and he was equally certain he deserved more. He reminded himself to play cool,
"Chloe, I noticed something when I picked you up, and it kind of... upsets me."
"What is it?" Chloe was concerned. The point of these dates was to help the guys feel more confident, right? But it was tricky going. She reminded herself that she'd started down a path and had to stick to it or this job would blow up on her.
"Well I think it's pretty obvious," he turned to her with a look of anger and hurt.
Oh damn, what now? "I'm sorry, but what did I do?"
Sanjay took a hard breath. "The past two days, at work, you come in and it's pretty obvious all you're wearing is a single layer of clothes, no undergarments. You go out on a date with Craig and no undergarments. And here you are with me, and suddenly you have panties on. What the hell, Chloe? Is it because I'm Indian? I fail to understand."
Chloe was stunned. She thought the little white g-string would look cute with the strings coming up above the sides of her skirt and dropping back under between her cheeks. There was no way she was going to go out with that little plastic thing on her pussy and she couldn't exactly walk around commando with the skirt. But ok, Sanjay had a point, too, and she had definitely wounded him. Badly. She felt herself on dangerous ground. "I am so sorry, I didn't realize... here, I'll take them off, you can have them."
Chloe was in a panic and tugged the strings loose at the high cut sides, pulling the little panties down over her legs. Sanjay tried not to show how much he was enjoying the show. The angry race card trick was working pretty well. He felt kind of crumby but hey, maybe she
was
kind of racist wearing panties, just because of who he was. It was a good thing there weren't many cars out now or he would have probably hit one hard. Once again, he pulled his eyes back on the road as she tried to hand him her underwear. But he went back to ignoring her. The more he kept driving, thinking about what he was saying, the more he realized he was actually angry. Maybe at Chloe or maybe she was just the trigger; he felt what he said and felt it more as it simmered.
"Not good enough," he pulled over. "Get out of the car."
Was he going to leave her here in the rain? "I'm sorry, please!" She was on the brink of tears.
"Out."
She complied, stepping out away from the road. Thankfully they were on a stretch of road going through the woods, which meant no one was around. On the other hand, it was raining in sheets and no people meant it would be a long, difficult walk home. The sadistic part of him relished seeing the little blond squirm nervously in her slutty little getup, the water pressing her long braids against her back. He let her fidget for a while before stepping out with his umbrella and coming around to the front of the car. "Get up here and put your hands on the hood."
Chloe was drenched. She walked up on her high, clear platforms, her long braids sagging heavily against her body, pulling her head back, and leaned forward to put her hands on the low hood of the old Toyota, clutching her little panties in her left hand. Hoping to improve his mood she spread her legs shoulder width and kept her back straight. The cold Northwestern rain had plasterer her top to her nipples, showing every little contour in faithful detail. At least the plastic loop in the skirt kept it from sticking to her. Bent over, the water streaming onto her back poured around her naked midsection and concentrated in a line dropping from the little heart shaped lock on the chain around her waist. Her braids fell soggy onto the warm hood. She could feel herself start to shiver. Was it cold or fear?
