by Various
“Fine,” Alonso said, sounding defeated. “See you at four.”
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The days before my “date” with David and Brooke felt like weeks. In order to get the night off work, I did a few back-to-back shifts, which forced me to spend a lot of time avoiding Alonso and his negative attitude. Though I couldn’t say that I blamed him, considering that I couldn’t tell anyone the truth. Even if I did, would he believe me? In my own head, the whole situation still didn’t feel real. How could I expect anyone else to think that it was?
Now, as the re-opening of David and Brooke’s bar loomed just an hour or so away, it was easy to forget how long the wait felt like. I stood in front of my bathroom mirror, naked, with both hands snared in my wet and twisted hair while I went over every little detail. Like my thoughts, my eyes wandered. I scoped out the subtle curves of my body and thought about the ways that Brooke and David treated them differently. Where he was like a hungry animal, she was collected and precise. But both of them together? I didn’t really know what to expect.
The blaring of a horn outside make me nearly jump out of my skin. Amidst all of the madness, I completely forgot about my ride, Alan. He was just getting off work and agreed to give me a lift beforehand, but I was woefully unprepared.
I jumped up onto the lip of the bath tub and tipped my head so that I could see his rumbling car out on the street.
“Alan,” I screamed. “Give me a second.”
He peered out of the car and gave me a thumbs-up before he killed the engine and settled in. I jumped down and grabbed the flowing, black dress that hung from a hanger that was hooked over the top of the bathroom door and pulled it over my head. It was tight enough on top that I didn’t have to wear a bra, but the lack of panties was done purely out of convenience. I ran a brush and some mousse through my curls and wiped my face off with a small towel.
“You ready?” I asked my reflection.
In minutes, the front door slammed shut behind me and my black sandals slapped against the ground as I made a hasty line for Alan’s car. When he saw me, he gunned the engine back to life, reached over and popped the passenger side door open.
“Fancy meeting you around these parts.”
“Oh shut up,” I chuckled and hopped in beside him. “Just drive.”
“Why are you in such a hurry?”
“I’ve got places to be,” I said.
He shifted the car into drive and started down the road. Both of us were quiet for a while before Alan spoke up.
“Alonso is worried about you.”
“Why?”
“He says you’re acting weird.”
I looked over a rattling window that was half-way down and sighed as the wind flung my stubborn curls back over my shoulders, “Like how?”
“I don’t know. Don’t shoot the messenger.”
I turned to him, but he was looking at the road.
“I’m not going to shoot anyone.”
“Well that’s a relief.”
Alan rolled his shoulders back and forth a couple of times and continued, “So what are you doing?”
“Visiting some friends.”
“You’re hanging out with members of The Heat. Are you surprised that Alonso’s worried?”
I nodded in agreement and answered, “No, I guess not, but you just have to trust me. I’m not committing crimes or anything.”
“Look,” Alan said and slowed the car to make a wide turn. “I know you can handle yourself and you know you can handle yourself, but that doesn’t mean the rest of the world does.”
“I know.”
Alan paused for a few seconds before he asked, “Do you want me to go with you?”
“I’m fine,” I said plainly when, in fact, I desperately wanted to shoo him away from the subject before he ended up tagging along. “And anyway, I told him I’d come alone.”
“Him? Him, who?”
I licked my lips and stared down the road, where a flood of amber light spilled onto the street ahead of us like a roadblock. I didn’t want my coworkers to worry, but I wasn’t ready to spill my guts out to them. With the bar just a mile or so away, I didn’t have the time, either.
“Oh, just a friend.”
We rode in silence for the last minute or two before the car’s ancient brakes screeched and it rolled to a slow stop. I reached down and grabbed the handle to leave, but was stopped by Alan’s voice again.
“Be careful.”
“Don’t worry. Nothing is going to happen.” I paused and then added, “Nothing bad, anyway. Thanks for the ride.”
“Call me if you need a lift back.”
“You got it,” I answered and threw the door open. Waiting at my feet, a gravel parking lot led up to the flickering light over the door, which buzzed and hummed loudly. All around, bikes and cars were parked wherever they could fit, though motorcycles far outnumbered everything else.
Once Alan’s car rumbled away and disappeared behind a bend in the road, I closed my eyes and took a deep breath as a cool wind fluttered the hem of my dress over my thighs. I didn’t know what to expect and I had no idea what I was walking into, but I wasn’t afraid anymore.
I forced my eyes open, smoothed my dress down with both hands and started toward the front door. There, a yellow halo of cigarette smoke and light spilled out, beckoning me into the lion’s den like a moth to fire. There was no resistance left in me. The leader of The Heat had my number and I was ready to dive into the flames.
Chapter 7
I stepped through the front door of a bar that seemingly had no name. In spite of the fact that there were no signs advertising the business, it was packed. Between me and the bar at the back of the building, a sea of dark leather, dusty patches and tanned shoulders waited. Many of the faces looked fleetingly familiar, but I couldn’t pick out either of the two that I was looking for.
“Excuse me,” I mumbled and slipped between two men who were in the middle of a drunken conversation. As much as I wanted to think that I was okay, my lips felt numb while my fingers and toes tingled. My nerves were killing me and I needed a drink. Fortunately, there was a spot open at the bar that was just large enough for me to wedge my way in.
Across the bar, Brooke was bent over a sink just enough for me to see the shadow that her short dress cast over her white panties. It was pretty obvious that she liked the attention, but so would I if I looked like her. The tight number she had on was a perfect shade of red that hugged her hips in all the right ways. When she raised her arm to grab a glass from a tall stack near the sink, I noticed that the dress did wonders for her tits, too. Or maybe it was her tits that did wonders for the dress. Either way would’ve been accurate.
I anxiously tapped my fingers against the bar and scanned the room again. David was nowhere to be found, though I honestly wasn’t sure if that made the situation better or worse. I was more comfortable around him, but that was only because I was intimidated by Brooke’s presence. Even after the intimate moments that we shared, it felt like she kept me at a distance that David didn’t. The feeling was subtle, but pervasive and hard to shake. If there was one thing that I’d learned in life, it was that there was always time for a situation to go wrong.
Brooke finished mixing a row of drinks, wiped her hands off on a white towel that hung from the back of the bar, and turned around. When her eyes picked me out of the crowd, I knew instantly. The perfect line of charcoal-black eyeliner that circled her lids ticked slightly upwards as one of her brows raised and a coy smile curled her shiny lips. By then, she had me in her sights and took long, confident strides toward where I stood. In seconds, a narrow strip of bar was the only thing between us.
“What can I get you?”
At first, I wasn’t sure if I could speak without sounding like a fool. I was overwhelmed by her presence.
“Vodka,” I forced out and leaned onto the bar.
Brooke slapped a double shot glass down in front of me and jammed a new liquor pourer into a bottle of alcohol. She skillfull
y filled the glass to the rim and pushed it toward me.
“The first one’s always free,” she said.
Trying to keep my hand from shaking out of control, I picked the glass up but kept it close to the counter top and asked, “What’s it going to cost me after that?”
“That depends on how big your tab is at the end of the night,” Brooke answered and flipped her platinum strands of hair back.
The burn of the vodka as it slipped down my throat and started to warm my stomach was more than welcome. Within seconds, much of the tension that was bound up in my muscles started to melt away. No sooner than I recognized the sensation washing over my body, Brooke filled the glass again. I leaned onto the bar and asked, “What are you trying to do?”
She laughed and set the bottle down.
“Not a thing.”
“Sure,” I sad incredulously but knocked the shot back anyway.
Brooke looked over her shoulder and hollered to a caramel-skinned beauty at the other end of the bar, “Mila, I have some business to take care of.”
The girl nodded briefly, sending a swirl of tight black curls around her head, and went right back to work. It probably shouldn’t have surprised me that anything Brook said was the law, but I was always impressed by the way that she handled people. They seemed to fall at her feet, just waiting for the next order.
When she turned her attention back to me, I was already buzzed. By the time that she broke away from her post and led me out the back door of the building, the whole world felt wobbly and unsteady. We walked slowly and without speaking along a small path that cut through a thick line of brush near the back of the property. Through a narrow strip of tall pine trees, the beds of fallen needles felt like cushions under my feet.
Once we were finally out of ear-shot of the packed bar, I teased her, “You really are trying to pull something, aren’t you?”
Brooke looked back for a second. In the small spots of moonlight that the trees above us let through, I could see the golden shimmer of her eye shadow and the juicy kiss of gloss on her lips. If I had been steadier on my feet, we might not have made it to our destination to begin with. Just watching her move was enough to make me want her all over again. I wondered, as her tight ass bounced in front of me, what her lips tasted like. Did she want me as much as I wanted her? I wasn’t sure that it was even possible.
“I promised that I’d show you our house, remember?”
“Of course I remember,” I said and stumbled over a pine cone. As much as I hoped that Brooke didn’t notice, deep down I knew that she was the type that noticed everything.
We emerged from the foliage onto a grassy lawn that was small but entirely circled a classic-looking, two-story house. Where the grass ended, more piles of pine needles were swept up into little mountains, which surrounded the property on all sides. It was so well hidden that I never even knew it existed. There was no way that it was new, either. The whole building was surrounded on both levels by patios that had no beginning or end that I saw. In the corners and up toward the sloping roof, Victorian accents graced the wooden exterior. Most of them were pretty weather-worn, but it gave the house a kind of old-world charm that I felt drawn to immediately.
“I love it.”
Brooke finally turned around to face me, but walked backwards so that we kept moving across the lawn.
“Wait until you see the bedroom.”
My heart shot into my throat, but I couldn’t break away from her powerful gaze. Though I would’ve been happy to rip all of her clothes off right there on the grass, her refusal to dance around the issue took me by surprise.
“Show me,” I replied quietly.
Brooke grabbed my hand, turned around and pulled me toward the front steps faster. By then, my feet felt like they were on air. I hardly registered the hard planks of wood under my feet, nor did I have the time to appreciate the soft carpeting that met us on the other side of the unlocked front door. Instead, my sole focus was on the way that her hot palm was mashed against mine. Her skin was soft like silk, but the strength of her grip demanded my compliance.
We stomped loudly up the steps and careened onto the upstairs landing. That’s when everything came undone. Brooke abruptly stopped walking and pulled me to her. Going with the momentum, I let my body fall against hers, pinning her against a wall just as our lips met. Like the sudden, thrilling burst of fireworks, I felt every nerve in my body light up at once. I closed my eyes and slipped my tongue past Brooke’s cherry-flavored lips.
In a move that shook me to the core, she ducked her hands behind my back and grabbed my ass, forcing me to grind against her. I moaned and raked my teeth over her bottom lip just as she jutted out her hips so that my slow rocking rubbed her in just the right spot.
“Over here,” she said breathlessly and grabbed the closest door handle. Seconds later, she spun us around and guided our frenzied lust into a master bedroom. After a few steps, I felt her hands at the bottom of my dress. From there, there was no stopping her. Brooke stripped me and threw the garment aside.
“I want to taste you again,” she said and suckled my left nipple. As we backed up and bumped into a large bed, I felt the strength in my knees start to buckle. All thoughts that I had were silenced--all reservations destroyed--when Brooke’s warm hands slipped gracefully from my hips all the way up to my neck. With her fingers softly draped around my throat, she came up and kissed me again. After only a couple of caresses of her tongue, she pulled away and ordered, “Lay down.”
My arms shook so hard that I had to dig my nails into the plush comforter that was neatly draped over Brooke and David’s bed like a climber hanging onto the face of a sheer cliff. With what little strength I had left in me, I dragged myself up onto the tall bed. Moments later, Brooke followed by climbing her way up and over my body. The way that she did it, with slow kisses and bites all the way up, reminded me of a hungry animal. Even her gentle groans sounded carnal.
Brooke straddled my hips, sat up and pulled her own dress off with one hand. As she did so, every bump and shift of her wet crotch ground against mine, sending shock waves of pleasure racing through my body. When she dragged the tight fabric off of her chest, both of her supple breasts spilled free. I don’t even remember moving, but both of my hands were there to greet them as they were exposed. Right away, I rocked each of my thumbs over her rock-hard points and around the glinting loops that pierced them, eliciting from her an open-mouthed moan. Brooke rocked her hips back and forth with both arms over her head, forcing our slick panties together.
“Yes,” she said with a hiss and covered my hands with hers for a moment. “Now where was I?”
Like she just remembered what she meant to do in the first place, Brooke crawled down me. When she got to my legs, she pulled off my dripping panties and deftly removed them from my ankles. With the last piece of my clothing gone, a chill tore through my quivering muscles as the coolness in the air met the moistness between my thighs.
“Relax,” Brooke whispered and spread my thighs open with both hands.
My head fell back into the gray and black comforter and I let my eyelids slip shut. Aside from the sensation of her fingers digging into my sensitive flesh, the first thing that I felt was the very edge of her blonde hair as it hung down and tickled me between my legs. As it inched ever down, so did Brooke’s hands. When both parts of her came to a stop, they rested in the neglected crevice where my pussy met the inside of my thighs. She softly dragged her acrylic nails over the sensitive patch and kissed a few inches below my navel before moving south.
When I felt Brooke spread my slit open with her thumbs, I instinctively pushed my legs open wider. Seconds later, the sensation of lips as she kissed along my folds made me cry out for her so loudly that the sound of my voice echoed off of the room’s vaulted ceiling. Undeterred, or perhaps empowered by my wails of pleasure, Brooke inched upward, circled her mouth around my clit and started to suck.
Before we got too far, David’s voice c
ut through the passion between us.
“I thought I told you not to start without me.”
I finally opened my eyes and looked up to Brooke. She was bent over my pussy and had one hand holding back her golden locks.
“I couldn’t help myself,” she said and licked her lips. When she looked up to me and our eyes met, another surge of desire for her skilled tongue made me raise my hips in her direction.
“Why not?” David asked.
“Mmmmm.” She leaned closer and licked the very tip of my swollen clit. “You know why, don’t you?”
I hoped that my cries for more were enough to tell her that she was right. Brooke knew how badly I wanted to fuck her again because she felt the same way about me. For the next few minutes, David just watched from the doorway as she slowly tongued my folds.
“I’m starting to remember,” he eventually said and appeared behind her. He reached around, roughly squeezed his wife’s massive tits and kissed the side of her neck. “How about you let me in on this?”
Brooke answered by hopping over to my right side and helping me sit up. Suddenly face-to-face with the man that started everything, I didn’t hesitate to plant my lips against his. The rough prickling of his facial hair was a stark contrast to everything that Brooke made me feel, putting my nerves back on edge yet again. David pulled me to the edge of the bed and jammed the rough bulge under the zipper of his jeans against my slit.
“What do you say?”
I flipped a few stray curls out of my face and glanced over my shoulder to Brooke. On her knees just behind me, she hand both hands curled around her breasts and the corner of her lip pinched between her teeth. When I turned back to David, he was leaning in close and every breath that he took seemed shallow.
“For you, it’s always yes.”
“Good,” he said and started to unbuckle his pants. “Now show me what you two can do with this.”
David moved me to the side and fell back onto the bed with his thick meat standing straight up in the air. To his right and left, Brooke and I locked eyes. Without saying a word, I think that both of us knew what to do. The way that she licked her lips and reached between her toned legs to fondle herself made what she wanted--what all of us wanted--known.
