by Amanda Ray
Scarlett rolls her eyes, "Not even close cowboy." She gives me a smirk and I cock my eyebrow, "I'll be working." She shrugs and starts walking off toward the library. Working huh? At Wade's? The bar. The bar that's off campus where my friends and I intend to party hard? A sly grin forms on my lips as I watch Letty's plump bottom swing in front of me. "Have fun at work tomorrow!" I yell to her back then turn the opposite way to head for my truck. I've got to get a costume before my next class begins and she just gave me a great idea.
Chapter 11
Letty
After the whole crazy make out session with Brooks in his car, it's like he's made a permanent spot in my head and it's ridiculously annoying! To top it off when he stopped me outside of class yesterday my whole body ached for his touch. I literally have to clench my jaw just to stop my tongue from darting out and getting my lips ready for his. I think I could be as rich as him if I got a penny for every eye roll I've performed since I've met him and now they've only increased because I keep trying to remind my body how much it's supposed to hate him! You hear that body! Stop turning to mush when Brooks is around!
It's Halloween and I'm doing what I normally do. Working. Only this time, I have butterflies in my stomach as I'm getting ready. When Brooks asked me what I was doing for tonight it kind of threw me off kilter. I wasn't expecting him to ask and then when I told him I was working he looked a little disappointed. It only lasted for a minute though because once I blinked, it was gone and his sly smirk was in place. Whatever.
But for some reason I still feel the extra push to make my work uniform work for me tonight. Normally I wouldn't care, my outfit is already revealing enough and it's not like I need more drunken idiots eye fucking me but tonight's Halloween, might as well dress it up a bit.
Savvy stands in my doorway watching as I shimmy my boobs into the red lacy push up bra, I rarely ever use. "Ooh, who you bringing the girls out for?" I look at her through my hair and chuckle. I flip my hair over, looking at the girls spilling out in the mirror and grin. "Oh, you know, it being Halloween and all I figured what better excuse to dress trashy than tonight. Right?" My shit eating grin turns into uncontrollable laughter when Savvy rolls her eyes at me. She's one to dress up when we go out but she goes out under the rule: you only expose one or two essential parts,not all of them-which my uniform clearly does. I don't even bother with a shirt on top of the sexy, lacy bra, it looks more like a bralette since the lace drapes down onto my ribs ever so slightly. I grab my black plaid, long sleeve shirt, throwing it on, I leave it open to expose my protruding bust and tie the ends up just under my bra, exposing my toned but still soft tummy. My -too tight - ripped, jean shorts are already letting the bottom half of my ass out and Savvy shakes her head as she gives me a once over. Letting out a deep sigh she shrugs up a shoulder, "Fuck it. I'll do the same for the night then, and I'll sit patiently at the bar watching you shake your ass in front of everyone, while of course, drinking my free drinks as I laugh at all the guys drooling." Savvy smirks at me before walking to her room and getting ready.
I can't help but laugh because her description of what she said was going to happen earlier was so incredibly accurate. When she left my room earlier to get ready I decided to let my natural waves tumble down my back and I threw on some black eyeliner and mascara while lining my lips in red. The little pops of color seem to be drawing many a drunken man to my lips and my chest. At least they're giving me great tips. As I work my butt off to make drink after drink I watch Savvy as she winks and laughs about how many lame pickup lines we've both heard tonight. She decided to dress as a sexy cat, wearing nothing but a lacy bralette, a high waisted, form fitting skirt, ankle boot heels, a choker and cat ears. All black. When we got here she told Wade I was missing something and he decided to throw a cowgirl hat on me. The eye roll I gave him almost gave me a headache but we decided to make it fun and now anytime someone says Yeehaw to me the whole staff - and Savvy- have to take a shot. So far we've all taken five....and it's not even nine o'clock yet.
The time is flying by. It's a little after ten and we're all feeling a bit tipsy from the game, the drunken noise surrounding us filled with laughter and horrible singing, when I hear an obnoxious group of girls standing in the corner swooning over someone who just walked in. I glance over to them and roll my eyes at how obvious they're making it. Come on girls, don't you know you have to make them beg for it? I continue making the Vodka Cranberry the guy dressed as Tarzan asked for when someone clears their throat. I ignore the sound, assuming it's another drunken asshole trying to get my attention and make my way over to Tarzan. "Here bud. Ten bucks." Asshole keeps his eyes glued to my tits as he hands over a fifty and tells me to keep the change. I almost laugh at his stupidity but decide it best to keep my mouth shut and take the nice tip. After all it's the least he can do since he can't meet my damn eyes.
When I turn to put the cash in the register and my tip in my pants pocket a familiar voice startles me from behind. "I'll take whatever he just got." I spin around so fast that the hat almost flies off my head. Brooks is dressed in an opened, faded jean vest that showcases his gorgeous, GQ physique. He's got a black cowboy hat, a toothpick hanging between his pearly whites and from the tiny bit that I can see over the bar, his jeans are fitted so well that you can see every muscle line from his calves all the way up to his perfectly formed v at his hips.
I blink repeatedly for a moment trying to come to terms with the fact that Brooks is in front of me. Wearing next to nothing, smiling at me like he can read my mind I feel my cheeks turn red. Holy shit he looks like a God. I clench my legs shut and shake my head to bring myself back to reality. I make the Cranberry Vodka and hand it over to Brooks with a smile, he takes a sip and I can't help but laugh at his disgusted look. "What in the actual fuck is that?" He scowls at the drink then turns to find the guy dressed as Tarzan. Narrowing his eyes he turns back to me, "Did he actually order that shit or are you just messing with me?" I laugh a full belly laugh before grabbing a lager and pushing it in front of him, "He actually ordered it. This looks like more your speed there, cowboy." The smirk he gives me makes my stomach flip and all I want to do is, reach over the bar and maul his face with my lips.
Brooks drinks his beer, eyeing me slowly as I hustle my way around the bar handing people their orders. Savvy grabs my arm as I pass her, holding up her finger to a blond guy dressed as Zoro, "Babe, he keeps eyeing you. You should hop on that!" My eyes go wide at Savvy's suggestion. She knows Brooks and I hate each other and I haven't told her about the mistake kiss or make out sessions because I really don't want any drama. I laugh at her pick, shaking my head. She smiles and then nods over to Brooks, hitching her eyebrow up in silent question. "Are you crazy!" Savvy laughs at my outburst before shrugging, "You guys might as well get out all of that pent up frustration from hating each other. Might as well be on a day where you're pretending to be someone else and pretty much drunk, right?" I look at her dumbfounded before what she says registers. Pretending to be someone else. She actually makes a valid point. I was myself all the other times when we hooked up and it pisses me off that I let myself do that, but tonight I'm already dressed like someone else, might as well act like someone else too.
Leaving Savvy with the thought of being someone else I can't help but bite my lip at the thought of actually sleeping with Brooks. It doesn't have to mean anything tonight. You can be someone else tonight. Be the cowgirl and the cowboy, not Brooks and Letty. Brooks is still sitting on the same stool eyeing me up when I decide to turn and meet his gaze. My eyes turn sultry and I know for a fact that we're eye fucking. I'm telling him everything I want to do to him. Everything I want him to do to me. I know he sees it when his tongue comes out to wet his lips and his hand goes down to his crotch to adjust. I give him a quick smirk and blow him a kiss before sauntering off to fill some more drink orders.
About an hour later, Wade lets me take a break, so I make my way out to the pool table with Savvy. She's made some guy friends, amo
ng them are Brooks and his crew. In an instant I know she did this on purpose. I glare over at her but she's too consumed with flirting with one of the guys to notice. I grab a pool stick, wrack the balls and attempt to go shoot when a solid body blocks my way. Glancing up I huff at Brooks' smirk, "Wanna get out of my way? My break is only for so long." With his grin still in place he moves to the side of me and just as my cue is about to hit the white ball Brooks' hands are on my waist. I scratch the ball, letting a growl out from under my breath I try my hardest to ignore his presence. God, why does he have to be so hot and fucking shirtless right now!
Brooks bends down, hands still on my waist like he's guiding my body to take the shot, and whispers in my ear, "I know something else that would be far more fun to do on your break than playing pool." My heart skips a beat and my stomach flips. The way his voice sounds all low and husky makes me want to throw him on the pool table and show him just how good this cowgirl can ride. Instead I hit the white ball with all my might and get three balls in-two solids and one stripped. I lean up from my stance wearing a smug grin because damn I'm good, when Brooks asks, "So what's it gonna be Scarlett? Stripes or solids?"
He waves his stick at me waiting for me to give him the go ahead of what ball he plans to sink in. I roll my eyes at his use of my full name, "Solids, cowboy. You sure you wanna verse me?" Brooks looks me up and down and chuckles, "Why wouldn't I? You think you can beat me?" At this his buddies start to pay attention, catcalling and tsking me for thinking that I can beat the almighty Brooks Holland. Savvy comes to stand next to me, as if this whole scenario has become man versus woman. I laugh at the situation in front of me, "Look at you with all your competitive testosterone glory. Care to make it interesting?"
"What did you have in mind?" Brooks' grin grows wider and his friends start whispering their thoughts of what we should wager. Tonight I'm not me though, I don't plan on asking for anything related to Brooks and Letty. No. Tonight I'm a simple cowgirl and he's a simple, hot cowboy. I bite my lip, dragging my teeth over the bottom while pretending to think of something. "Hmmm, how about if I win...." I pause for dramatic effect, " you and me go somewhere private and you give me a lap dance?" Savvy looks over at me with wide eyes but the smirk on her face says she approves. I'm more focused on Brooks’ shit eating grin. I thought I would have thrown him a new one by suggesting that but he seems all too happy about my wager.
"Alright." He drags out the word, "And if I win, I want the same." I let out a tiny sigh of relief. I can give a lap dance, that's fine, but then he continues. "But you have to do it naked." His eyes are lit up with mischief and I swallow hard. Holy Shit! My heart is racing, I don't know if it's from nerves or excitement but I'd be lying if I said my panties weren't wet right now. I let out a deep breath, watching all of the wide eyes around us, I stick out my hand to shake his, "Deal."
Before I can pull my hand away, Brooks pulls me to his rock hard chest. My breath catches and I stare up into his deep ivy-green eyes. He speaks so low it's barely a whisper, but his next words are meant for only me to hear, "You're a fool to think that nothing else is going to happen besides a lap dance if we're alone." My heart plummets to the floor and I swear my mouth is opened so wide I can catch flies. Brooks simply smiles, turns away from me and lines up his stick with his first shot, "Let's see who wins, shall we, Scar-Scar?"
Chapter 12
Brooks
I thought this was going to be the easiest game of pool I've ever played but to my disbelief Letty has been kicking my ass. I thought for sure I was going to lose but I started to get smart. Every time she was about to take her shot I'd accidentally touch her leg or her stomach. I even went so far as to accidentally trip into her so my dick was pushed up against her ass. Needless to say, that did more damage to me than to her because now I'm stuck staring at the black eight ball with my hard dick pushed against the zipper of my jeans begging to get out. It doesn't help that I'm fucking shirtless so I can't even tuck my dick into my boxers to try to hide it. Shit. I guess people are just gonna have to deal with the sight of my untimely erection because little B wants to escape.
Letty clearly notices the bulge in my pants because she can't hide her eyes from staring or her teeth from taking those full lips between them. Fuck! She needs to stop doing that or I'm going to explode in my pants right now. I shoot her a quizzical look and to my deepest pleasure she blushes, shrugging up at me as if to say it is what it is. God, this girl. How can she be so infuriating and annoying yet so fucking hot that my body literally craves her. "You gonna take your shot, Cowboy or you gonna choke? Either way I think I'm getting excited to see you try to dance for me." Her comment makes me laugh so hard, I just want to take her and kiss her right here and now. How the fuck does she do this to me. Stay focused Brooks. Make her fall for you! Not the other way around! The voice in the back of my mind is yelling at me and I release a heavy sigh. Shaking my head I turn to wink at Scarlett.
Everyone's waiting to see if I make the shot. Their eyes zeroed in on me as I settled into my stance. I've felt this pressure before, I feel it every time I get on the ice. It doesn't bother me anymore, it helps me focus. Helps me want to win more. Letty saunters over to me, getting down on my level. I glance up to look at her eyes. She moves in so that our lips are mere centimeters from touching, "Don't choke." Letty purposely leans over me, pushing her gorgeous plump tits in my face to grab my beer and it takes everything in me not to lean in to bite them. God, I can't wait to hear her scream when my mouth is on her tits. She smirks, taking a sip of my beer and shrugs, "Don't miss. I know how much you'd regret it." Her smile makes my dick ache even more and fuck I just want to rip her clothes off and take her right here on the table. I close my eyes briefly, taking a deep breath. I center my focus. I line up my shot, look back up at Letty who's watching me intensely and hit the white ball into the eight ball.
Gasps fill the air and I don't even have to look to know that I made it in the pocket. Letty's eyes say it all. They're wide in shock but there's something else there too. Desire. Lust. Wanting. She's excited and I know it. I stand up, turning my back to the pool table and I lean into her. My eyes scan her body slowly, from her feet to her face, taking in every single inch of her mouth watering body. "What was that that you were saying? Hmm. I think you told me not to miss, right? Looks like I didn't." My grin takes up my entire face and it only expands when Letty rolls her eyes at me. She lets out a sigh, shaking her head. "I get off at two. Your place or mine?" I laugh at her direct answer and the fact that I don't even have to fight with her about actually following through with the wager. "Well, damn. I don't even get any foreplay?"
Letty gets right up in my face, looking me directly in my eyes, "Listen, Cowboy, I don't back out of bets. That's not who I am. I lost. That's it. So, again...your place or mine?" I can't help but smile at her, leaning in so much I can feel her breath on my face, "Mine. I'll wait till you get off and drive you." I bite my lip and watch as her eyes drag down to my mouth. She's still staring at my lips when she says, "By the way, I didn't shave so sucks to be you. Your lap dance is gonna suck ass with my prickly legs." I have to physically hold on to the pool table before I fall over in laughter. This fucking girl. She smiles and shrugs as I lean down to touch her legs, "I think I'll survive." Her legs are so fucking soft I don't want to stop touching them. I have no idea if she's fucking with me or if she really thinks her legs are prickly but I don't ask.
Before I can say anything else Letty turns away from me to walk back to the bar, Savvy following her. I stand at the pool table shaking my head as I watch her ass swing back and forth. It's close to midnight and I'm dying to get this girl naked and on top of me.
Nate comes up next to me, I'm still watching Letty and he shakes his head, "Damn, B. You're fucked dude." I don't even grant him a look, my eyes still focused on Letty, "Yeah, well. It doesn't change what I have to do." Again Nate shakes his head at me, "B, man. You can say whatever the fuck you want to these assholes," he gestures around to o
ur teammates that we came with, "but you can't lie to me. I can see it in your eyes. I know you better than anyone and this girl. This girl.... damn, you're fucked!" I laugh at him because shit, I know he's right. Letty gets to me in a way no one else has.
She pisses me off. I hate her, she infuriates me and annoys me but I can't deny that there's something there. There's something about her. Ever since we kissed I can't stop thinking about her. My body aches for her and there's nothing I can do about it. I just need to stay focused. I need her to fall for me. I need to complete this dare and be done.
It's nearly one-thirty and I can't sit still. I keep watching Letty deliver drink after drink to all these fuck heads that keep hitting on her and all I want to do is march up to them and punch them in their fucking faces. Nate's been keeping me distracted, pumping me with drink after drink in an attempt to get me to relax but my eyes still drift to her. My body is aching for tonight, my dick is throbbing just waiting for her bare pussy to be up against it and my mouth is watering at the image. Fuuuuck! I thought making that bet would be so beneficial to me but it's literally made it torture to watch Letty now. I know we said it's a naked lap dance but fuck if I don't want it to be something more. That I don't want inside her. I'm excited to find out how she's going to move, how she's going to tease and strip. Is she a good dancer?
The minute that thought pops in my head I hear the whole bar start hollering. Blake Shelton's version of Footloose starts playing and I see the whole staff grab country hats and hop on the bar. Letty huffs before hopping up and my mouth hits the floor when she starts moving around on the bar. The whole staff is doing some sort of choreography and everyone in here is eating it up! They spin, kick their feet out, hop around like crazy to the beat and sway their hips so seductively I'm stunned in place gawking.
