Molly knew it was a coincidence that she and Rocker showed up at the same spin class. They had acted like they didn't know each other as much as they did because Rocker wasn't talking about where he worked with the ladies and a few guys who flirted with him. He rebuffed them gently, nicer than Molly thought he would be, given what little exposure to him that she had. He was good with victims, though, always was. She had seen that one more than once. So, she shouldn't have been as shocked as she was.

Still, showing up to the same spin class was one thing, but now this coffee shop that was so full that Molly had nowhere to sit was another thing. She looked to see if there was a table she could slip into and share with someone, but the only one that wasn't taken up by people and had too much stuff was Rocker's table. She didn't know what to do. She debated sitting with him and just leaving. She wanted to read over the file about the person she was meeting, since they had such a long rap sheet, but she didn't think that he was that dangerous. She needed a place to settle in and make sure that she could read without having to move around to get out of the way of people.

"Molly, you can sit," Rocker said.

Molly hadn't realized that she had gotten that close to his table. She smiled at him and smoothed down her skirt as she sat down and waited to see how much room Rocker was going to make for her. His laptop was open, and he pulled it toward him, and then picked up the rest of his stuff and laid it down on the chair that made this a three-person table. It was at least out of the main walking way, so she shouldn't have too many people bothering her.

"It's really busy in here," Molly said.

"They were closed for a week with renovations on the bathrooms and something else. So everyone was very happy to have them open again. I figure that it's going to be this way all week. I will be getting my stuff to go after this and deal with this in my car."

"What are you working on?" Molly asked. She knew that she needed to look at her file, but she was intrigued by what he was working on in public.

"Divorce stuff."

Molly jerked back at that. She had forgotten that he was married. Her father hadn't talked about Rocker's wife in years. Not since she had sent letters to Cortez that ended up with Rocker nearly getting in trouble.

"Val keeps on throwing in new stuff that makes it harder, which I can't make heads or tails of because she's the one who left me and wants the divorce. I don't have too much stuff. She wants the house, that's fine. I don't care. Sorry."

"No, it's fine. I know the legal side of things, of course, but I can say that there are a lot of people who want the divorce and more than their fair share of things because they feel like they win the divorce if they get more than what they actually need."

"Well, that's where Val fails. The house was my house before she moved in. It's a family house, and my grandparents lived in it. I love the house, but not enough to fight for it like that and make this...all of that. This is more about how she's trying to say that I'm having an affair with my job. I put it above her. She knew what the job was when I started it. We went to therapy for it once, and that's what the issue is: she's trying to suppress those files from it, where she was told that she had too many ideas about what being married is. Her therapist is the one who told her about this couple's therapist, who works with couples whose jobs get in the way. When I'm home, I'm present and I don't think about the job. I don't unload on Val, I never did. She wanted to talk about her things, and I didn't mind; it wasn't like I wanted the horrors I see every day in Val's head. The thing was that she was....sorry. I'm going to shut up."

"No, it's fine. I get it. So she's trying to use that visit to paint you as the bad guy when you guys came out of it with her shouldering more of the blame for the relationship issues when it comes to your job."

Rocker nodded.

"Sounds like she really wants to try and hit you with losing everything because she's playing the victim. Who is your lawyer?"

"The guy who handled my grandparents' estate, well, his grandsons, who are in divorce law, the firm is what the family has used for years, but now they're thinking that this might not be what I need to keep things. Val's lawyer is a beast."

"Who?"

"Sarah Gambill," Rocker said.

Molly hissed. She left her stuff the rest of the way down and fished out his phone. "We have a guy who is good at what he does, and he does owe me a favor. I could probably talk him into taking it for the billing hours that your smaller firm charges."

"Um, I'll...let me talk to who I have right now."

Molly nodded her head. She gave him a smile, let him off the hook, and started to get her files out to start to read over them while sipping her coffee.

---

Molly laughed as she saw Rocker off on the side of the room, looking like he regretted his entire date. The woman was going off about something, and Molly could tell that Rocker was overwhelmed. It looked like he was trying to figure out a way to retreat that was going to save him. She took her bag of food and headed out to put it into her car before she went back inside. She went right to his table.

"Rocker, where is your phone?" Molly asked.

Rocker looked so shocked to see her that he just handed over his phone. The woman with him looked at her with a strange look on her face, and Molly just smiled. She frowned when she got the phone, acting like she was scrolling through it.

"I just got off the phone with Dad; he's trying to call you in. There must be something wrong with your phone."

"Really?" Rocker took his phone, and he scrolled through it. Looking confused as hell, but he stood up. He slipped his phone into his pocket and then pulled out his wallet. He left money on the table. The meal looked to be mostly done. Then Rocker waved down the waiter and handed him cash as well. "Work emergency." Rocker picked up the cash on the table and then handed it to him. "That's enough for the food, and I think a dessert for her. If not, I'll come back when I can to settle it up. If there is leftover, keep it as another tip."

Molly headed for the door, and she heard Rocker giving his sorrys about being called into work. Then he followed her out the door.

"Did you just save me, or is your father really looking for me?"

"I saved you. You were looking like you were ready for a tactical retreat. Bad date?"

"She's a friend of a friend, and she liked me, and I liked her from the first time that we talked while at a party, but I didn't realize how crazy she was. I just wasn't sure what I was seeing in her based on that. Thank you. Now to get an Uber out of here so she doesn't see me waiting. Maybe I'll walk a few blocks."

"You didn't drive?"

"No, I took an Uber as I thought we were eating at a different place, and I was going to have a drink or two, and I don't like to drive when I drink more than beer. She changed the place at the last moment. I like the food here, but I eat here a lot."

"Hence the leaving like you did. I'll take you home."

"Your food."

"It's all cold. I was supposed to get it at lunch, but I got called back to court early, so I called, and they put it into the walk-in for me to get when I could. There are times that I forget to pick up things as well, and they do that with me."

"That's great. I come here a lot, too. I'm glad that I'm not alone in that."

Molly laughed because it was a good place and people going there more was something that she loved. There had been a point where they had nearly closed, but then the people rallied around them, and the business was booming, but they didn't forget the ones who had been there through it all.

---

The third time that Molly ran into Rocker, it was the last place that either of them really would want to run into each other. And they literally ran into each other. Molly had been paying attention to the thing on the end cap of the aisle and not where she was going. By the startled look on Rocker's face when he looked up, he had been doing the same, but with an item in his hand.

"Um," Rocker said, and he hid that item behind his back as he looked at her.

Molly had seen enough to know what he was going to be using that for. She grinned at him and reached out to pull the hand out to where she could see it again. It was a pretty big dildo.

"That's a good one, I have that one at home," Molly said. It was the exact model that was her favorite.

Rocker just looked at her like he had no idea what to say, which was fair given that she was his boss's daughter.

"Have you used anything back there before?" Molly asked.

Rocker nodded his head.

"Good, because that's not something you would have been your first round at something like that. It fills me up so nicely and cleans like a dream, despite the veins on it."

"You really do lie it that much?" Rocker asked.

"I do. Why?"

"I...I've been adventurous since we split, trying to embrace part of my life that I hadn't really done a lot with since Val and I had been together for so long. We weren't each other's first, but we were high school sweethearts. So, I'm trying to figure out the stuff that I would have figured out if I had been a college student without a girlfriend. Val was never that adventurous."

"And what exactly are you looking for?" Molly asked.

"I've given up on dates for a little while, at least dates that don't end in sex. The judge has already ruled that we are separated and any romantic entanglements for either party will not be considered cheating, that one of the first ones that was ruled on, since I was talking to a friend in public, had Val trying to scream that I was cheating on her."

"Rocker," Molly said. She laid her hand on his arm, and she looked him in the eyes. She was trying to get him not to be that nervous. "What are you looking for?"

"I want someone to peg me," Rocker said.

"And you are working your ass up to take a beating?"

Rocker nodded.

Molly dropped her gaze to see that he was hard in his pants. It wasn't that noticeable given how loose his pants were, but she could see it. It looked like he wasn't that small on his own. She wondered what it would be like to have him in her mouth. She had been thinking about him as more than just her father's employee for a while, since the time when she had taken him home after saving him from that date. They had talked for over an hour, with Molly eating her food cold in the car while they talked.

"I've never had someone to peg before, but I would be willing."

Rocker looked at her like she had grown another head, but he also looked like he was going to say yes to it. There was more than a few seconds between his words, and then Rocker nodded his head in agreement.

"It's Friday night, we can easily figure out something, right?"

Rocker nodded again.

"I came here to pick up more of my favorite lube, but I like to look and see what they have on offer. Sometimes they get dildos that I really love the look of. Let's go over here and figure out a harness that will work for your friend here." Molly used the hand on his arm to pull him over to where she knew the harnesses were. She looked for the attendant who helped with the leather stuff. The shop was more high-end than most of the places; it was very much for those who wanted to be discreet. Molly had started to come here once she found out about it, mostly because of her job, but also because it was the kind of place that wasn't going to be raided. They served those who had a reputation.

The leather on the wall was a lot, and Molly had no idea where to start with any of it.

"Are we looking for something for you, ma'am?" the attendant asked.

"Yes, a harness for a dildo. My friend here wants to have me peg him," Molly said. Not ashamed at all. The redness creeping in on Rocker's cheeks was cute as hell.

"This one?" the attendant asked as she touched the box that was in Rocker's hand.

"Yes, for that one."

"We have more than a few that will take attachments of various kinds with different inserts. Let me show you."

Molly let Rocker go with her, and she was going to watch. She didn't care about which one she had. The idea of fucking a man like that had never entered her mind before, but now that it was there, she couldn't think of anything else. She was already getting wet. This was kind of crazy and probably a little stupid, but she knew that ROcker wasn't going to tell anyone anything about it. Not out of shame for getting fucked in the ass, but because of who he was doing it with. There was a trust between them, as well as more than enough to make sure that neither of them talked out for a turn as well.

Once Rocker had one picked out, Molly went with the attendant to get fitted to make sure that it was going to fit her and not have an issue with hurting her or him.

---

"I'm already so wet," Molly said as she shut the bedroom door. The package with the purchase was sitting on the bed, which Rocker had set. He was turning to face her.

"Yeah?" Rocker asked. He looked her up and down, in a way that she had never noticed him looking at her before, like the idea of sex and her wasn't in his head. Which was good, as before this, he was married, and she is the daughter of his boss. Now, though, she was not just that, and he was unattached. Molly had marveled at how much he had already let go of Val. There was talk about her, but it was just when it came to the divorce.

"You wanna see?" Molly asked.

Rocker shook his head. He looked toward the bathroom. "I wanna take a shower. Get the day washed off."

"I'm good to go on that front, so I'll just get this stuff cleaned up while you shower real quick. Get the harness on, but don't put the dildo in yet. You can come out of the shower naked, and I'll be all ready for it. I'll get the condoms out as well. I'm clean on that front. I can show you the last test that I got done after I had a condom break with a guy a few months ago. I haven't had any risky contact since then."

"So you want me to go down on you?" Rocker asked. He pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it to the side, landing on the chair that Molly curled up in sometimes to read in her bedroom before heading to bed. He opened his pants as well. He had already taken off his shoes at the front door since he was in boots and didn't want to track anything around the house. Molly had her shoes on still, waiting to put them up when she got naked.

Rocker kept on going until he was naked, his hard cock on display. He looked bigger than the dildo they had bought. Molly kind of wanted him inside of her, any of her holes. Well, all of her holes, but she could easily let him adjust to fucking her after she pegged him.

"I would love for you to go down on me."

"Right now? Then I can clean up while you are recovering from the orgasm."

It was like he had shifted into the person who was more collected than he had been. She wondered if his adjustment wasn't going to take as much time as she thought.

"Nah, maybe after I fucked you. That's how you can get me off after I get you off. First though, tomorrow night, dinner?"

Rocker looked a little shocked, but he nodded. "Sounds good. I'll pick the place. Fancy or comfortable?"

"Comfortable, but no one will glance at me coming in work clothes."

"I know just the place, and it's not where we were at the time you saved me from a horrible date."

Molly stepped closer to him and pulled Rocker close. She kissed him, hoping that he got that while they were doing the sex first, this was something she wanted to see last. "You ready to get into the shower?"

"Yes, ma'am. Get all cleaned up so you can get me dirty again."

Molly shoved him toward the bathroom, his body going like she had the power to make him do anything. She thought about that and was excited to know what she could get him to do because it all sounded so damned good.

This was the start of something wonderful and kinky as fuck, and she was looking forward to it.

The End