The little spell of compliance and spirit of playfulness didn't hold. She was pulled out of it when her actions caught up to her, but even by most other rules of engagement she'd already started the landslide that might end up with their bodies tangled, after that brush over his member. It was as though she preferred to be this doe, about to be run over, even when she asked for it. Maybe Talia simply couldn't get off if she wasn't forced. How unfortunate for her to have that disposition - he'd been part of shaping her into that - but she should also be happy about it, since she'd found the perfect beast for herself in him.<br/><br/>Their were locked by his arms, and she was as unable to escape as always. At least she offered no protest when he tasked her with drinking up. Culler enjoyed when she did as she was told, and he was sure she was both appalled and comforted by it, herself. It would be asymmetrical not to finish whatever delicious liquid she had left, if she'd put much more offensive things in her mouth for him. Culler watched her throat pump with her last swallow and then counted the knots on her skin from his touches. Her body was learning much faster than her mind about what rewards he could offer.<br/><br/>After her usualy, visual but quiet debate, she made a descission, goaded by his voice on ehr neck, surely, and went out. He shrugged at the bartender that give him a questioning look. Culler saw James making his way back, and stood up. "Fuck, I'm kinda messe dup too." he laughed. "What did you put in our drinks?" The bartender laughed but sson went back to the customers he preferred, and their generous cleavages. Culler would be gone by the time James sat down and asked for his friends.<br/><br/>The night air was a first initial break from the temperature inside. Culler wore his jacket and was sure to embrace her from behind when he caught up, bottle in one hand still. "You lied to him in there. You feel really good, don't you?" he asked her inmately as he watched a cab almost cut the edge of the sidewalk. He kissed her jaw once before sliding past her, close, and bend the door open. It was an easy thing to pull her and then placed her on the seat.<br/><br/>He got in with a huff and pointed with his bottle hand at the driver. "Tell him you address." he said and finally leaned back, the motion exstended by his head, bottle watcched to his lips to take a deep swig of the expensive, mediocre treat. They'd be in traffic soon, and Culler seemed to like the music that played. He wrapped an arm around her, and pulled her in, pushing the lip of the bottle to hers. "Comon, let's have a good time since we're workmates now, Eh?" he suggested, and would pour anyway, giving her the choice of taking a sizable gulp or have it spill down her neck and breasts.<br/><br/>He'd be content with making out at first, groping her possesively, but eventually his hand would find its way under her skirt, to reconfirm her lack of underwear, and softly tickle the slit he'd had on their first meeting, when she'd thought she could confront him. Soon enough hd take his tonge from her mouth and lean back again, without a word grabbing the back of her head to usher it lower, planting her face against the cotch of his pants. She would likely know what he wanted.