When the girl I’d been hooking up with invited me after hours to the ice cream parlor she owned, I had no idea what I was getting myself into.

By the time I arrived, the lights were dimmed and the chairs were lifted up onto the tables.

“Back here,” I heard Jessica call from the stock room.

I walked back to find Jessica straightening the shelves. A tub of vanilla ice cream still sat out on the counter. When I moved to put the container away, Jessica turned to me, revealing that her apron was the only thing she wore.

“I’m not done with that yet,” she said. “I thought I’d make you a little dessert.”

Jessica gripped the hem of my dress and tugged it over my head, leaving me in nothing but my black lace bra and panties. She snaked her... Read More