This woman, damn her to hell for being so illustrious with her moves, the swagger she strongly held could make an army of men whimper at her feet. It was terrible how bad he wanted to let go, to shove her right into the table and let loose. But dragging it out seemed so much…
That was it, that final rush into pure pleasure. Jimmy could hardly contain himself, their lips met with such a fury that even he couldnt contain, hands scrambled against eachother, searching, blissful in the moment they were sharing, contagious, ever so sweet with each passing second. Was time frozen? if he was watching from outside in, he could have swore this moment lasted a lifetime. God damn what a feeling.Â
Abrupt she was, and a bit coy, he felt her seperate, buzzing against his own lips. “Mmm..” was the only response that he could heave out, chest gasping as discreetly as possible for some resource of air, the quickest way to fill the gaping room in his lungs that myrtle had wistfully pulled right out, his life force sucked dry. Her words hummed through his ears, tainted red from the current situation. Mustering some form or action, he had forced his feet to pull back and allow the female to hop off and towards her way, of course not without leaving a small gift. Pressure applied to his inner thigh coarsed through his very being, sending the quickest of shivers down his spine and throughout his entire body.
He was mush, completely and truly. What witchcraft had she even done to him?. It was all new to him, but boy, he loved it.Â
Like a drug  Â
Jimmy was in some sort of haze, things were a bit foggy, but he managed. Myrtle had retired to her room, and he was left to suffer a bit, pick himself up before she’d come back. What a horrible fuckin’ tease. Damn horrible. One day, it would bite at her ass, and he’d be the one doing it. She’ll get a taste of her own medicine.Â
Key word; one day.
Clicking and turning towards myrtle, her vocals interrupted the further daze he was surely locked in. “Party…” it had all come back to him before..well, the fun happened. Like an old memory rekindled, he brimmed a bit of excitement, and attempted to wash away any nerves she played with previously. The idea of the infamous party almost took awash over almost every single thought.
Key word again; almost
He still couldnt shake the memory of moments ago, how quickly it started..then stopped. Something he craved, his innermost feelings wanting to so badly just work its way into the females room and go all night. Jimmy’s head shook away the thoughts temporarily, his fingers grasping as his own jaw to feel over the ghostly nerves that still felt myrtles lips linger in such an area.Â
“Party. I got no monkey suit, doll.” he’d express in a cool tone, making his way towards his beautiful beautiful bike.
The only thing that came close to 1st aside from myrtle, was this vehicle. But that list would never change.
“I go like this, so we can jus’ go and i’ll make the pretty talk and lookit stuff and drink..” he mimicked in a over exaggerated manner, a wine glass, pinky up and tipping back “Yes..so i can be like this right.?” he’d then let his legs jaunt out, still sticking to an exaggerated posture. “And we can walk like this to blend in an’ have an jolly good time, is that what they say..?” his foot reared over, pushing against the break to release the bike from it’s static position, balancing carefully and patting the room behind him. “Whatever you want me to do doll, i ain’t good at this stuff, i don’t wanna make you look stupid or nothin’.”
A confident smile, although feigned, would hopefully reassure myrtle that he’d hold it all together in front of this new crowd, trained monkey style and all.Â
There was those nerves again, creeping up unwanted. But his smile still stay stuck onto him, unwavered.Â
“Ready to go..?”
Myrtle watched Jimmy’s face as she came back into the kitchen, almost smug with the fact that he was still thinking about their interaction moments ago. As much as she wouldn’t admit it to him, she wanted to jump back onto that table and kiss him hard enough to make him forget his own name. But Myrtle had self control, although scarce, and she settled for a kiss on  his cheek, leaving a bit of lipstick lingering there. The time would come when they could resume their fun.
She took a step back from him, using her thumb to wipe away the makeup she had left as she looked Jimmy up and down, taking in his attire. It wasn’t God awful, and honestly there would be so many people at Gatsby’s that no one would notice if he showed up naked. Myrtle nodded her approval. “Ya’ look fine, sweetheart. Ain’t no one even gonna notice us,” she whispered to him.
The dread was still present in the pit of her stomach but if she was right, and she always was, there would be hundreds of people there. The chances of seeing Tom or George were slim to none, so really, what did she have to worry about?
Myrtle needed only to keep her man happy.
Following him out of the house and to his bike, Myrtle watched as he effortlessly climbed onto it, looking like an extension of the machine itself. It was kind of hot, she had to admit, when he was on the back of that bike, looking comfortable in his skin. It made her almost want to rip him back into the house and say fuck the party, but alas, Myrtle smirked a little and climbed on behind him.
Wrapping her arms around his waist, she shook her head at the mention of him staying silent, knowing that no one would even want to talk to them. Little did he know, but Myrtle wasn’t all that liked around this town. Certainly, no one would be going out of their way to speak to her and her new boy toy. Not after the George incident.
“Listen, sweetheart, I promise once we get there it’s gonna be just you and me. Ain’t nobody gonna care that a gal like me is at a party like that,” she promised, resting her forehead against the back of his head.
“And I already look stupid enough, you can’t change that.” Myrtle giggled as she held onto him, still slightly nervous by the power of this motorcycle but trusting Jimmy as she clung to his jacket. The night was sure to be eventful. She knew that much at least.
Pulling up to Gatsby’s mansion was much as she had imagined as men and women spilled out of the house, milling on the lawn and the dock alike. There looked to be no room to even breathe, let alone dance or drink, but this was normal. People came to Gatsby’s because it was so crowded. It was just the place to be. Myrtle grabbed Jimmy’s hand as soon as they stopped, ready to pull him off of the bike and show him around the property but she was sure he would be shocked at the sight of the mansion alone. It was enormous, taking up at least six times the size of a normal home.
Myrtle stood back and let Jimmy take it all in as she perused the crowds for any familiar faces.
The whole ride over he could feel her form tighten against him, the usual bumps and cracks that lay spewed within the sodden concrete, age had worn the road down well, crumbles flying by at alarming speeds. But myrtle was protected, his chest pushed outwards to form a shield. Nothing could touch her, not if he could help it.
Slowly jimmy tightened his grip against the brakes of his own vehicle, the familiar humming of his engine clipping to a stop, steam bellowing throughout each orifice to show its overworked mechanics finally settling down.
There he was, standing amongst the crowd. Now jimmy hardly even attended any sort of party or gathering so for he himself to be in this situation? Was unbelievable in every way. The mere thought of anyone adorned in jewelry that was worth more than his own life combined with crystalled glass fizzing with bubbles that convinced him they could lift his form straight into the air. He could say he was there..but his body was floating along the crowd, leaving his body promptly.
A hard gulp followed, sending a vibration of hard chills and butterflies that turned into overbearing worms that slipped and slid around his inner core. The idea sank of some outcast, greased up kid that came with someone like myrtle already set in. What the fuck was he even doing here?. "Doll maybe i was a little over confident yanno.." scanning the perimeter, suits with lavish designs and dresses that glistened so damn brightly it had reflected right back into him, forcing a nonchalant wave of his hand to mask it.
The females hand curled against his, his sight slowly drawing downwards to catch the marvelous sight. Myrtle could calm him down in an instant, it was practical magic, and it was addictive. He felt his feet pry from the apparition of glue that kept his feet so stuck to the ground, and he went, taking in the sights and sounds, culture shock, the surroundings making him appear as if some bewildered child attended a theme park. Tall and small, old and new, celebrities showed up that he'd seen from the theatre after sneaking in with the boys through taught curtains not too long ago. It was wondrous.
Jimmy felt the blazen of various hues hit myrtle, people waving, comments about her, and she sauntered around laughing and making others mirror that humor she had. The eyes he made at her, makin' talk while he stood back a bit admonished at the sight.
a boisterous roar had torn through the crowds, splitting them to herd towards it like some modern day moses. People glanced upwards to attempt to see the origin of his disembodied voice, hushes throughout peppering the normal chatter. "Welcome.." he stammered on, his companion spun around in excited curiosity. "Is that.." jimmy uttered under soft breaths, trying not to make it obvious how much of a newbie he was attending these kind of lavish encounters.
