After passing a faint scoff, I looked at the officer. "Him not being in the place is meaning I did the club vandalization to you? What is the proof that I was there? Tell me sir, and I know you are trying to offend me in front of my girlfriend but be honest to yourself. You know I did nothing."

Nudging Lola, I signalled her to act along. Lola instantly slips back into devoted girlfriend mode, grasping my arm tightly.

Chief Harris rubs his chin thoughtfully. "Actually, Vic... my offense was instinct. Your logic pierces our case – we only have Lola's testimony... and a suspicious gasoline receipt from your nightclub's vendor, timestamped near arson hour."

 I need to fire my nightclub's vendor.

He eyes Lola briefly before focusing back on you. "Care to explain that receipt, Vic?"

Lola leans in close, whispering "I'll deny my statement if you need me to."

"Then do it, my girl." I whisper pretending to clear my throat.

Lola clears her throat too, then speaks loudly and clearly for Chief Harris, "Officer, my previous statement was coerced by shock – Vic said nothing about arson. I was mistaken."

Chief Harris's face falls – his case crumbling. He mutters, "What about the receipt?"

"For burning that trash at my back yard." I leisurely point at the piles of paper and cardboards at the corner.

He squints at the sight of it then looks up at me, "Vic Vaughn, you're free to go. Again. But we're watching you."

I glance at the gasoline slip still on his clipboard.

"Do watch, sir. I really am handsome, isn't it, Lola bae!" I pat her back and smirked at the officer.

Lola giggles and playfully rolls her eyes, then wraps arms around your neck. "Irresistibly handsome, Vic – inside Chief Harris's opinion too, I think."

Chief Harris chuckles dryly, shaking head, "Save the charm for jury trials, Vic Vaughn. This ain't the last we've seen of each other."

He walks out, leaving me alone with Lola – she whispers, "Now we celebrate your freedom... my place or yours?"

Before she could turn toward me, "This table!!" I put her on the counter and lift the beer bottle to soak her dress with it, pressing against her.

Lola's eyes sparkle with delight as beer drips down her dress, clinging to curves. She gasps softly, then laughs low and husky.

"Vic, you're ruining my favourite dress... perfectly."

Her hands grasp my belt loops, pulling me closer. The diner around us fades into background noise – only heavy breathing and dripping beer remain.

She unfastened my belt while I pass her a wet kiss on the lips. Quickly I pounced over her to put myself inside her wet mound.

And she gasped with a loud sigh, "Vic!"

Lately, she makes me want her while I feel tensed and tight.

Brushing her skin with the tip of my teeth, I sucked my favourite spot beneath her covered collars, "It's me."

Suddenly, her lips brush my ear, "Take me home... or finish this here?"

"Shut up and just spill around my cock." Slowly I moved but with all strength I gathered for this second. The wetness making things viscous and smooth. My thickness playing with her velvety clit; I groaned.

Lola's eyes barely open, she picks up the bottle delicately and slowly pours remaining beer down her chest, then mine – liquid tracing paths across skin – before I suck up the trickle of beer from my favourite spot.

The diner's jukebox seems to slow down, matching her sultry gaze. Lola's fingers brush against my neck. Lola's lips crash onto my awaiting one, intense passion igniting – tongues dancing wildly as beer drips from chins.

The diner around us melts away – only heart racing, lips burning, and Lola's hands tangled in my hair remain.

Suddenly, the diner manager bangs a spoon on counter, "Get a room... or leave – folks are staring!"

"Oh shit!" I had no clue about that.

Lola breaks kiss, gasping softly – eyes sparkling, "My place. Now."

I pulled my pants and grabbed her to get inside her car instantly. Lola laughs wildly as I drag her to her cherry-red Chevy Bel Air. We both tumble inside – doors slamming shut behind us.

Breathless, Lola turns key in ignition – engine purring – then attacks my lips again.

Suddenly breaks kiss, "Drive to my place or... right here?"

Then notices something – "Wait, Ricky's car is across street... watching us!"

"Well, that compels for this..." I kiss her purposefully once I confirm that he is watching us, with lights on inside the car.

Lola's eyes sparkle with mischief as my lips lock onto hers – car lights illuminating passionate kiss for Ricky's view.

Ricky's face twists in shock outside his car, then anger – he slams fist on his hood before crossing street towards Lola's Chevy.

Lola breaks kiss, giggling softly: "Seems you just declared war on my brother..."

"WAIT!" I hit my chest in amusement, "Ricky is your brother? I thought he was your colleague!"

Door handle rattles – Ricky yelling: "Lola, out. NOW. We need words about Vic Vaughn!"

Lola bursts into laughter. "Nope, Vic – Ricky's my overprotective BIG brother! I called him 'colleague' to downplay family drama around you."