Insolent

by T. L Smith

  “Ma is meant to watch him.”

  “I know, I told her not to come today. Or the next.”

  “Thank you.”

  He looks up at me. “It’s what parents do. Even if they were shitty ones growing up. I still wanted what was best for you. That’s why I paid for that school. I’m proud of where you are now.” He walks away with Charles in his arms to go change him. He’s proud of me and not once has he asked what kind of establishment I own or how from a simple bar we have earned the type of money we do. All he knows is that it’s a bar, and it’s all he cares about. Just like Ma, he never pries.

  “Yo, yo, yo.” My door is pushed open and in walks Falcon.

  “What the fuck are you doing here?”

  “Relax, big man.” He winks as he uses Olympia’s nickname for me. “I came bearing gifts.” He hands me a coffee. I put the one in the sink I made in exchange for the better one he’s brought me.

  “Now, why are you here?”

  “Who should be my best man? That question is shit hard, don’t you think?” He sits where my father was sitting before taking a sip of his coffee. He watches and waits for my answer.

  “Decide that shit for yourself.”

  He shakes his head. “Ariel said the same thing, but I can’t. So, since you’re the boss, you decide.”

  “No.”

  “You suck! You really suck.” He taps his fingers on the table. “I mean, I could ask you. But considering how you wanted to kill my future wife, that might not be good karma, right?” I turn away to make Charles’s bottle as he says it. She was a liability at the time, and the way I handle liabilities is rid them from my presence. No one threatens my club. We have rules for a reason. Don’t expose the club, it’s elite not just because of its name. If you do, off with your fucking head.

  “I didn’t kill her, though.”

  “Semantics.” He waves at me and swivels around in his chair. “So, would you?”

  Turning back to him, he’s still turning in my chair like a fucking idiot.

  “Would I what?”

  “Be my best man?”

  “You should ask Creed.” They’re closer. Well, Creed isn’t particularly close with anyone, but he goes to Falcon the most.

  “I did, he told me no.”

  Of course, he did.

  “So what, then you come to me?”

  Falcon smiles that megawatt smile my way.

  “Why not Echo?” I say trying to deflect.

  “Well, once he heard I asked Creed, he told me not to ask him. So, you’re it.”

  “I won’t give a speech.”

  He stands and slaps my back hard. “Knew I could count on you. You should have been my first choice.”

  “Fuck off, idiot.”

  He does just that, walks to the door and goes through, then yells out, “How’s blue? She still got a job, or have you fucked and fired her?”

  “Fuck off, dickhead.”

  “I take that as a no. Otherwise that stick up your ass might be gone.”

  I flip him off as he shuts the door behind him.

  14

  Olympia

  “Blue, you appear mighty happy today. What’s the occasion? You get laid last night?”

  Darby, who’s walking in, stops and turns to face me. Falcon hasn’t even noticed he’s arrived.

  I lean in real close to Falcon and narrow my eyes at him. “Is it hard for you to turn off your manwhore-o-meter?”

  “Burn…” he yells laughing at me. “But that just answered my question. You so got laid last night.” He gets up and pumps his hand in the air before he starts to walk off. As he gets to the door, he notices Darby, stops, checks between the two of us, and I know whatever’s about to come out of his mouth shouldn’t. “Well, you didn’t get laid, because the stick is still firmly up your ass today.” Falcon walks off, shutting the door behind him, and Darby steps over my way, taking the spot Falcon just vacated.

  “You met someone last night… after I left?”

  I want to lie to him and tell him yes. So, I decide to play. “I didn’t just meet him,” I say leaning in real close. “He’s pink, a perfect size, vibrates on command and makes me come every single time, guaranteed.” I wink at him.

  “I could as well, you know, you wouldn’t need a vibrator with me.”

  “I’m ready when you are, big man,” I say, eager for what I want from him.

  His mouth opens and I think, just for a second, he’s going to say yes to me. That he will give in just once to this sexual tension that’s between us. I’m not asking for more, I simply want whatever this is to go away, and I know the only way for that to happen is for his hands to be roaming my naked body.

  The lights cut out and the doors open, my shift has begun. Guaranteed, he’s been here all day while I’ve only just started. He blinks a few times then walks off without saying a word. I pick up an empty tray and start walking around the room, collecting a few glasses from some of the rooms that were used last night which are still to be cleaned. People start coming in, and everything goes into action fast. They don’t play around here with business. Everyone is always ready and waiting, it’s a reason the clients are happy.

  Turning around, I stall, I always do. The sight will never change, and I wonder if I will ever get used to it, or even who the people are. Some are from my favorite television shows while others are well-known politicians. It’s so surreal. And always makes me pause.

  As of right now, a celebrity is being tied to the bed while the woman is dressed up and does what he asks. This time, she’s dressed as a vampire, with fake teeth, blood dried on her mouth while dressed in black spandex. She crawls up his body, nipping at his naked flesh. His cock stands tall and ready for what she’s going to do. Her fake teeth go to his groin, and she bites. His eyes close and pre-cum leaks out of his cock.

  I look away, walking to the next one. She’s a nurse, he’s dressed in scrubs. He has her suspended from the bed on a contraption as he stands on the bed, gazing down at her. His fingers run along her body, up her short nurse uniform and into her pussy before he pulls them out and licks his fingers clean. I keep walking, looking away as I collect my glasses.

  When I get to the end, Darby’s standing there. It’s dark, so I would have missed him if I weren’t paying attention. This area isn’t being used tonight, but I was planning on walking through it to get to the bar on the way back. I don’t want to walk past the action again because right now I’m desperate for hands to skim my body and fingers to pulse inside my pussy.

  “Darby.”

  He reaches for me fast. the glasses in my hand drop, and I hear them shatter all over the floor and know I’m going to have to clean that mess up later. But I don’t care as his lips touch mine. His hands pull my body so close that there’s no air between us. His hands roam my body, tearing at my clothes, pulling them from me, and I gladly accept with no fear whatsoever.

  This is what I want.

  Didn’t think it would happen here, but this is what I want.

  He pushes, and my back lands on a bed. It’s clean, thank God, it hasn’t been touched since yesterday but will need a change of sheets after we’re done. Hands start roaming my breasts which are now free, and as my shirt is pushed up to my neck my skirt is pulled down to my knees. When I look up at Darby he’s still fully dressed.

  “You like watching, don’t you?” He flips me over, and in front of me is a mirror. I can see him on his hands and knees behind me. His eyes appear dark, as if he’s possessed. I push my ass back until I reach him and rub myself on him, telling him what I want without the use of words.

  “How about you watch us.” He pushes me back, and I hear the zip of his trousers come down, then the crinkling noise of a wrapper before I feel him nudging at my entrance. I watch him from the mirror, transfixed by him. No other human has looked as good in this lifetime as he does. Darby’s in a league of his own, and I’m about to let him fuck me.

  “Yes,” I say as he comes nea
r me. I’m already wet and want him to go straight in. His fingers run along my ass to my hip bone, until he reaches between my legs and touches my clit. I push back against him and watch in the mirror as he hisses at me then shakes his head. He lifts his hand, sucks his finger then puts it back between my legs, circling my clit with his finger. We both lock eyes. The corner of his mouth turns up, and we know what’s about to happen, and I can’t fucking wait.

  “Are you watching, Olympia?”

  I nod, eagerly pushing back into him, asking for it. His other hand, which isn’t touching my clit, trails up my back and grips my blue hair around his fist. He reefs it up with force, until my neck is fully extended, and I have no other option but to watch anyway.

  “Good.” He leans forward and pushes inside me, while a loud moan leaves my mouth. Ah, finally. He keeps pushing and fills me so fucking well that I have to stay still for a moment to get used to his size. He doesn’t, though, because when I open my eyes to watch him like he requested, he’s already staring at me with those intense dark eyes. He starts pumping his hips while still gripping my hair even tighter. The hand that was on my clit is now on my hip, making my rocking faster.

  “Darby…” I say his name and he shakes his head. Locking eyes with me, he keeps going but lets go of my hair. He grips both of my hips with his hands, taking control, so each rock he has total command over. Each thrust he directs with authority. I don’t complain because it feels so fucking good, just like I knew it would. His hand slaps my ass when I close my eyes, and when they spring open, he’s smirking in the mirror.

  I’m on the verge of coming, so I put my hand between my legs to make it happen. It’s right there, the build-up is right there, I just need…

  He pushes my hand away and flips me over, so now I’m on my back. Darby’s mouth comes down and touches my clit, then he inserts two fingers. I scream as his tongue lashes my clit, and it isn’t long until I come completely undone.

  The minute the wave flows over me, I’m too sensitive for his mouth to keep touching. He seems to know and pulls my lazy body to him, lifting my legs over his head and inserting himself back inside me again. This time I don’t have a mirror to watch him fuck me, instead I can see him. And I can’t look away, not even when I’m about to come again. Not even when he does, because that facial expression—where it’s bliss and anguish all wrapped up in a tiny little bow—I know I’ll never forget that look. It’s beautifully tortured, just the way he is.

  The minute it’s over, something passes over his face as he stands tall. Darby glances at me once, before he zips up his trousers then stares straight ahead. He walks away, not checking back once.

  I yell out his name, making him stop with his head still forward. “You’re not going to say anything?” I ask in disbelief.

  “You’re fired.” These are the only words he says then he keeps walking.

  No fucking way.

  No fucking way.

  I find my G-string, pull my skirt up and my shirt down, and chase after him. Darby’s already in his office when I finally catch up to him. He’s sitting back in his chair at his computer as if nothing has happened.

  No fucking way.

  He glances up as I walk in, and I don’t even bother shutting the door.

  Fuck him.

  “I. Am. Not. Fired.”

  “Did you not hear me correctly? I speak very plainly and understand English perfectly.” The insolent tone in his voice has me rattled on this occasion. He always has it, though. He’s so fucking rude.

  “You. Are. Fired.”

  “Why am I fired?” He raises an eyebrow. “You have to tell me why I’m fired, or I am not leaving.”

  “I will call security.”

  “I’ll call the damn police,” I say back to him.

  He stands and maybe that comment shouldn’t have left my mouth because now he seems very fucking angry.

  “You’re threatening me?” His voice scares me. I feel as if I should back away slowly with my tail between my legs and apologize the whole way out. If I were a normal girl, I would do exactly that, but fuck him, he can’t do this to women.

  “No. But you are threatening me. So tit for tat.”

  “I’m not threatening you, Olympia. I simply fired you. There’s a difference.”

  “You’re firing me because you couldn’t keep your hands to yourself. Fuck you!”

  Falcon walks in then looks between both of us. “So, you both finally did it. Is the tension gone now?” He reaches his hand in between us, and we stare at him confused. “Nope, still there. Worse than ever! Maybe you should fuck again. Hell, take the desk.” Falcon walks out the same way he came in.

  “You’re still fired.”

  I straighten my shoulders at his words. “And as I said, I don’t care what you say.” I turn to walk away before I show him what he said affects me, because it does. He shouldn’t be talking to me that way, not after what we just did. But what more should I expect from an asshole? I can’t expect anything, and that’s the problem. We’re nothing but two people who had sex. And that’s the way I plan to look at it as I go back behind the bar, not leaving as he instructed. I won’t be pushed out. If he wants to remove me, he will have to do it himself physically. I’m not quitting, and he won’t be firing me.

  Even if he promises me that kind of sex again, I will be strong and say no.

  Even if I want it, because I sure as shit want him, and that’s not a good thing.

  15

  Darby

  Olympia’s body is everything. She’s all I can think about, and I don’t want to leave to pick up my son because my cock is hard as a fucking rock because she’s invading my every thought process. I want more of her. She was delectable, and she makes me want more.

  “You didn’t really fuck her downstairs, did you?” Echo shakes his head. “Scratch that, you did. I saw. I was simply hoping you would tell me it was someone else dressed as you… you know, like role-playing.” He sits in the seat opposite me. “Then you fired her?” Echo closes his eyes, taking a deep breath. “Have you lost your mind? Do you want to get sued?”

  “She wouldn’t.”

  “Oh really, you’re questioning that? Yeah, just like Cleo wouldn’t get pregnant to have your baby then damn well die.”

  I’m out of the chair before I can stop myself, and my hands are around Echo’s throat. “Don’t talk about her.”

  Echo pushes my hands away. “You didn’t even love her. Honestly, what the fuck?”

  “She’s Charles’s mother. That’s what the fuck. Respect is to be given.”

  “No. That’s where you’re wrong, it has to be earned.” Echo walks out, rubbing his throat.

  Shit.

  Fuck! He’s right, but no one should be speaking ill of Cleo. I don’t want that and have to stop it early so Charles never hears about it. Speaking of Charles, I call my father and he answers on the first ring. “He’s asleep, don’t worry,” is all he says then hangs up.

  Somehow that eases my stress levels, knowing he’s safe and content where he is right now. I’ve never had my father around much so this shit’s all new to me, and I hope it lasts. I want Charles to know his grandfather because despite it all, he’s one of the best men I’ve ever known.

  Packing up my shit, I head downstairs to leave.

  When I get to the bar, I pause. Olympia’s there. She didn’t leave like I told her to, and it makes me furious that she doesn’t fucking listen to a word I say. Walking over, Creed’s sitting there talking to her. Her eyes lift to mine and surprise flutters in them. Then disgust shows in the turn up of her lip, before she spins away and continues to clean.

  “Olympia…” She turns around, cloth in hand, her other hand going to her hip.

  “Yes, boss?”

  Creed pays us no attention and goes back to his work in front of him.

  “I fired you. Do you know what that means?”

  Olympia whirls around real fast then walks up to us. Her eyes flick to Cree
d, and once she’s satisfied he isn’t watching, she leans over. “Oh really? I thought it was part of the sex game you were playing with me? Like how you spanked my ass on that bed over there.” She points to a bed, but keeps her eyes on me the whole time.

  Creed coughs next to me, so I glance at him then back to her.

  “No, you know what I meant.”

  She throws her hands up in the air. “But this is a part of the game too, isn’t it? Don’t you want to bend me over again and tell me how naughty I am?”

  This time Creed laughs, and neither of us pay him any attention. She isn’t lying, though, I would like to do that to her, and my cock twitches at the thought. I have to remind myself I can’t do it again. I was having a bad day, and taking her made it a whole lot better. End of story. Now look at the dilemma I’m in.

  “This isn’t appropriate talk, Olympia. I’ve already fired you, so now you leave.”

  She leans her hands on the counter. “Nope. And if you want to talk about appropriate, then don’t fuck me at work.”

  I can’t help but glance at her breasts. They’re right there, after all. Then I gain my senses back. “Leave!” I grind my teeth.

  Olympia turns to Creed who’s still sitting next to us. “Is my shift finished?”

  Creed has the audacity to check his Rolex. “No. No, it isn’t. You still have thirty minutes.”

  She stands and pushes off. “If you want to wait for me outside, I need a lift home.” Then she walks away, so I turn to face Creed who’s smirking.

  “I like her.”

  “You don’t like anyone.”

  He nods his head, agreeing. “This is true.”

  I sit down next to him because I know I’ll take her home, but I try again anyway. “Fire her.”

  Creed shakes his head. “No can do. She makes more money for us than any other bartender we’ve ever had. She’s never late or sick. We need her.”

  “Find someone else.”

  “That’s a no as well.”