by Krissy V
“He must be a customer or something. We see so many of them it’s hard to remember them all,” I say.
“Yeah, that can only be who he is. I’ll keep an eye out for him trying to get in. He won’t get far,” Zac says.
“Yeah, me too,” Ainsley adds. “Right, come on. We might as well get ready for opening and then let’s get some lunch somewhere.”
Even though we cleaned up last night before we left, we still need to restock the bar and get everything ready for tonight. The cocktail/shot tonight is Slippery Nipple and I can’t wait to hear all those girls asking for one.
I need to think about my party piece for tonight. Maybe I could let the lucky girl take the shot from my nipple, and if she happens to pull my nipple ring while she’s at it, I won’t complain.
When we’re all getting everything ready, it cuts the time in half, and it’s not long before we head to the café next door.
“Ah, the James family. Great to see you all. Take a seat and I’ll be over to see what you want,” Ivy says.
We don’t need menus; we’ve been here that often. She comes over and takes our order for teas and coffees and then we all order the full hearty breakfast; even Ainsley loves it.
She serves our drinks and then we chat about the Singles Week as we wait.
“So, how do you all think it’s gone this week?” I ask.
“I think it’s been great. Everyone seems to be having a great time on the dance floor anyway,” Skylar says.
“Yeah, the music has been great, Sky,” I say.
“Financially, it looks like we’ve done really well, even with giving away the free drinks,” Ainsley says. She’s always about the profit and loss. Thank God she is, because I don’t care for that kind of thing.
“We haven’t had any trouble in the bar, well except for the attempted break in,” Zac says, as Ivy puts our plates in front of us.
We’re silent when the food comes out. That is one thing us James’ are proud of - our love of food.
“So, did you pick up any chicks last night, Hunter?” Skylar asks.
“There was one girl, but it was over quick and I certainly didn’t take her home.”
“Was that the beautiful girl I saw you with late on?” Ainsley asks.
“No. That’s Scarlett. She is beautiful, isn’t she? I didn’t get her number and I wish I had. I’d love to see her again. I felt a real connection between us.”
Zac starts laughing. “The only connection you feel with chicks is your cock in their pussy. You wouldn’t know a connection if it slapped you in the face.”
“Yes, he does know what one is, Zac. Don’t you remember? What was her name? Grace, that’s it,” Ainsley says.
As soon as Ainsley says her name, I start twitching. It conjures up images I don’t want to remember. She betrayed me and so did my best friend. I haven’t spoken to either of them since. He did try to contact me, but I didn’t let him explain. What was he going to say? “Sorry, dude. My cock slipped into her pussy by accident.” Yeah, that wasn’t going to wash with me.
“Don’t talk about her. I don’t want to discuss her or my feelings for her.”
“Back off. We were just asking,” Zac says.
Breakfast is quiet after that. Ainsley puts her hand over mine and squeezes it to apologise for bringing her name up. I smile at her to say it’s okay.
Coming back into Mixology later that evening, we’re ready to open the doors and let the singletons in.
The Slippery Nipple shot seems to be a favourite of the lads; maybe they like asking the girls behind the bar for a slippery nipple. Kids, all of them.
It’s extra busy tonight. Word must have got around about what a success it’s been. I keep looking around, hoping to see Scarlett, but she’s not here.
A blonde girl comes up to the bar. She has a really low top on and I can’t help but look at her tits. They’re standing there, begging for my attention, so I do what any horny man would do. I don’t take my eyes off them.”
“How can I help you tonight? What are you drinking?” I ask her, finally dragging my eyes up to her face.
She giggles. “I want one of your famous Slippery Nipples,” she says, smiling at me.
“Really? And how do you want it?”
“I’d love to lick it off your own slippery nipple,” she replies, blushing.
My cock springs into life.
“I’d prefer to lick if off yours,” I say, staring into her beautiful eyes. “Maybe on my break?”
She smiles. “For sure, but for now, will you give me a Hunter special Slippery Nipple?”
I smile and ring the bell. Everyone stops talking and looks towards the bar. They know something is going to happen.
I lean forward and ask, “What’s your name?”
“Sophie.”
I jump up on the bar. “Sophie here just asked for a Hunter special Slippery Nipple. What do you think? Should I give her one?”
Everyone starts shouting, “Yeah,” or “Go for it.”
First, I take off my t-shirt, which has all the girls whistling and shouting. Then I take the Slippery Nipple that Keaton hands me and lay down on the bar. Sophie walks closer to the bar and looks at me hesitantly. I’m very muscular; my time in the gym certainly helps with this shot, that’s for sure.
“Sophie, I’m going to pour some of this shot in between my pecs and you’re going to lick it up. Then I’ll pour some more over my nipple. You can lick, suck, bite… whatever you want. Just make sure you get it all up… wherever it goes.”
She smiles and leans over my chest. I think she’s standing on a stool or something so she can reach. Her hands are placed on my chest and she waits for me to pour the drink.
It’s freezing when I pour it and it makes my nipples stand to attention immediately.
“Oh my God. Quick, get your hot mouth down there and lick it up,” I say, shivering.
She leans in and licks slowly.
“Faster,” I shout. It’s going to go everywhere otherwise.
She begins to suck it up and then she licks it clean. I hear her groan from the alcohol.
“You ready for the next bit?” I ask.
She nods her head.
“Put your mouth near my nipple and get ready to catch every drop.”
I start pouring it and she starts licking, sucking, and eventually moves her mouth under the small stream of the shot.
My cock is hardening with every lick she makes. I can’t help myself. It prods her stomach as she leans over me. She moans and rubs herself over me.
“When’s your break, Hunter?” she whispers.
“As soon as you finish licking my nipple!”
She licks as quick as she can, and when she’s finished, everyone around the bar cheers. I stand up and jump down on her side of the bar, take her hand, and pull her to the door leading to the office.
“Keaton, I’m out for a while. See you in a bit.”
“Sure thing, bro!” he says as he tries to serve all the punters looking for Slippery Nipples.
When we get into the office, I slam the door shut and slam her up against it. “Fuck. You sure know how to lick your way around my body.” I can’t remember her name, and to be honest, I don’t care. I’m not in this for everlasting love or whatever soppy women call it.
“It was so good.” She bites her bottom lip and looks into my eyes. That’s me gone. I lean forward and take her bottom lip between my teeth and then I kiss her. She’s not a great kisser, to be honest, but when she pushes her tongue into my mouth, I don’t care.
“God, I want you to lick my cock the way you licked my nipples then I want to take your nipples into my mouth and bite them,” I say, grinding my cock against her.
“Do it!” she says as she starts to slide down the door until she is eye level with my cock. She unzips my jeans, takes my cock in her hand, and it pops out and puts her sweet lips all over it. I moan when she takes me fully in her mouth; I can feel the back of her throat. I start to thrust and she star
ts to gag. God, I love that sound.
She is now fucking my cock with her mouth and I love every second of it. I close my eyes and imagine it’s Scarlett instead of this girl. The vision of her blonde hair and her blue eyes looking up at me with my cock in her mouth almost sends me over the top.
I take my cock out of her mouth, lift her up, and carry her over to my desk. She squeals, but I don’t want her to talk. I want to keep the vision of Scarlett in my mind. I lay her down and pull her knickers down, and after grabbing a condom, I ram myself in to the hilt. There is no stopping me. I’m fucking her hard. But in my mind and my body, I’m not fucking her, I’m fucking Scarlett, and she’s driving me mad with desire.
What the fuck is going on with me? Why am I thinking about a girl I haven’t even kissed yet? I can have any girl I want; why do I want her more than the others?
“Come on, Hunter. Fuck me hard. Give me everything you’ve got,” the girl beneath me says. She takes the top of her dress down and bunches up her tits so her nipples are taunting me.
Leaning down, I take one of them in my mouth while I squeeze the other one and then I bite down. I ram into her so hard she nearly falls off the other side of the desk. I need this release. I need her. No. I don’t. I need Scarlett. I can just picture her beneath me, with those puppy dog eyes and that smile on her face. It’s enough to send me flying over the edge and I come with a roar.
“Fuck, Hunter. I thought you were going to push me off the desk you were thrusting so hard,” the girl says. What was her name again? I can’t remember. I’ve forgotten her already as I stand there zipping myself up and making sure I’m ready to face the world again.
“Come on. I have to go back to work,” I say to her as she tries to kiss me again. “Maybe later. Let’s see how busy I am.” I drag her out of the room while she’s still pulling her top back up.
I slam the door behind me and someone calls my name. “Hunter?”
Shit. I know whose voice that is. Fuck.
SCARLETT
I promised myself I wouldn’t chase Hunter. He’s a player. I know he’s a player, but, oh my God, he is swoonworthy. After chatting to him last night, I fancied him even more, but I know he’s not the right guy for me. I want him though, even if it’s just for one night. I think he liked me. He gave me the signs that he did.
Erin didn’t want to come with me tonight. She said I’m wasting my time. She told me Hunter goes for the slutty girls and he treats them like slags. She told me I’m too good for him, but what if I don’t want to be good anymore? What if I want to be bad for him?
She eventually succumbed and came with me. Well, I offered to pay for her drinks all night and she isn’t one to turn down free drink.
When we walk into Mixology, the place is buzzing, as it was last night. They really have a goldmine here.
“What do you want to drink?” Erin asks.
“I think I’m going to try one of those Slippery Nipples. What do you think?”
“Yeah, sure. They’re free too. You go find somewhere to sit and I’ll get us a couple of drinks.”
Erin turns to go to the bar as I look around the place, trying to see if I can find any free tables. There’s one in the corner so I walk over, and just as I’m about to sit down, a guy sits in one of the chairs.
“Oy, I’m sitting there,” I say.
“Doesn’t have your name on it,” he says, not moving.
I sit down in the chair beside him and don’t say anything.
“So, I guess we’re sharing then, are we?” he asks.
“Yep, looks like it.” I smile; he’s quite good looking, but nothing like Hunter. “It’s busy, so why not share?”
When Erin comes over, she smiles when she sees the guy we’re sitting with. “Wow, you are a fast mover, Scarlett.”
“Scarlett. That’s a beautiful name, and please tell me, what is yours?” the guy asks, taking Erin’s hand and kissing it.
“I’m Erin, and who the hell are you?”
He chuckles. “I’m Keaton. I’m a barman here and I’m on my break.”
“So, you didn’t really need to sit down then?” I ask.
“No. I just wanted to meet you. Hunter, was talking about you today and when you walked over to me I thought all my dreams had come true.”
“He… he was talking about me?” I blush.
“Oh, yeah! I guess you made quite the impression on him the other night. He’s just on his break. He’ll be back in a little while. I’ll tell him where you are and he can come over and say hi himself.”
Keaton stands up. “Ladies, it was a pleasure.” And then he walks back to the bar.
“Oh my God, he is gorgeous,” Erin says, almost drooling.
“He sure is, but you’re safe. I still fancy Hunter more.”
We laugh and down our shots. Luckily, Erin has brought two for each of us.
After downing the two shots one after the other, I really need to pee.
“I’m going to the bathroom and I’ll get some more drinks on my way back over. See you in a bit,” I say as I stand up to walk across the room.
As I pass the bar, Keaton smiles at me, but when he sees me moving towards the bathrooms, he tries to intercept me. “Why don’t you stay here and wait for Hunter? He’ll be out in a minute.”
“I will, but I need to go to the bathroom first. Those two shots have gone straight through me.” I smile.
He takes my arm. My eyes shoot up to his and he drops his arm. “Sorry,” he says and walks away.
Strange.
I open the door to walk down the corridor to the bathroom, and just as I open the bathroom door, I hear another door open and a girl giggling. Really?
It feels like my whole world is spinning when I turn around and see Hunter walking away from me, dragging a girl behind him who is pulling her top back up. It’s very clear what they’ve been doing. I stand there staring at him.
“Hunter?” I say. I didn’t mean to say it. I didn’t want him to turn around. I didn’t want to make a scene. I wanted the ground to open up and swallow me.
Knowing he’s a player and seeing it are two different things. I know it, but I didn’t want to see it with my own eyes.
All of a sudden, I feel really stupid. How did I expect to catch the eye of one of the biggest players in Torquay and keep him interested in me?
He turns around and sees me. I think he actually recognised my voice when I said his name.
I don’t have any right to be pissed off with him. But I am.
“Scarlett.” He drops the other girl’s hand. She just stands there, smirking at me. “I looked for you tonight,” he says.
I look at her and then back at him. “Really? Well, you didn’t look for long, did you?”
I turn to go into the bathroom and he reaches out to grab my arm, before realising it’s a bad thing to do, considering how me met.
“Scarlett, don’t get pissed off with me. This is me. This is what I do.”
I hear the tramp say, “Come on, Hunter. She’s not worth it. I’ll show you a good time anytime.”
“Get the fuck out of here. Don’t say that about her. She is worth hundreds of you. Piss off.”
He’s sticking up for me, but I don’t want him to stick up for me to the girl he obviously just fucked.
“Don’t worry about it,” I say to her. “I’m getting out of here.” I push my way into the toilet and slam the door closed. I dive into a cubicle, and when I lock the door, I start to cry.
Have you ever fallen for someone really quickly? You meet them and you know they’re going to be important in your life. You fancy them, you know they fancy you, and you can’t wait to see them again. Well, that was how I felt about Hunter until five seconds ago. Now, I just want to forget about him and kill him at the same time.
I must have been in the toilet for a good fifteen minutes because I can hear Erin outside the door, looking for me. I wipe my eyes and leave the cubicle.
“What do you mean she’s b
een in there fifteen minutes? Have you been standing out here all that time? What the fuck did you do to her?” She’s shouting.
“I just wanted to talk to her. I wanted to tell her how I feel about her. I really like her, Erin, but I don’t know how to do the mushy stuff. It’s not me. Now she’s upset.”
“Why is she upset? What did you do?” Erin is like a Rottweiler when she gets started.
“She saw me coming out of the office with another girl.”
Erin starts laughing. “You disgust me, do you know that? If you really liked her then you would keep your dick in your pants for at least one night, or more. But Mr Player can’t do that, can you?”
“I’ve never done that. I don’t do relationships. Girls know that what they get is one night and that’s all.”
“Well, Scarlett isn’t the right girl for you then. She doesn’t do one night stands. She’s all in, and there is someone out there who is much better for her than you are. Now move out of the fucking way so I can go and check on my best friend.”
I hear a scuffle as he must be moving out of the way. The door opens and Erin walks in, but Hunter is close behind her. He locks the bathroom door after him and just stands there. The tears flow down my face again. He is so gorgeous and I still want him. It doesn’t matter for how long, I just want him.
“Erin, I’ll be fine. I want to talk to Hunter. I’ll be out in a minute.” She hugs me. “Honestly, I’ll be fine.”
Erin looks from Hunter to me and then points her finger at him. “If you make her cry again, I’ll fucking kill you myself.” She unlocks the door and walks away.
He quickly locks the door again and then slowly makes his way over to me. I step back, and in the process, he has me pinned against the wall.
“Why did it upset you seeing me come out of the office with that girl, Scarlett? Why did you cry?” He has one hand leaning against the wall to the side of my head and one thumb is caressing my cheek. “Why?”
I can’t breathe. He is too close to me. He is consuming my soul.
“I… I thought we might had have a connection last night and I wanted to pursue it. But seeing you with that girl just brought home how much of a player you really are. I don’t give myself freely like that, so you wouldn’t want to be with someone like me.”
