Mirrored 1 : In Spades

by K. Pinson

  I was a fairly pretty girl with porcelain skin, big blue eyes and small, but full lips. I was of average size and sporting those baby making hips that most guys seemed to be so fond of. I didn’t really care about my appearance, so I didn’t fuss with makeup or hair styling which ultimately left my skin clear and blemish free. I was finally ready by Eight P.M. so I went in search of the girls. I found them giggling and playing with Abby’s doll house. I gave her a hug and carried her to her princess bed. I tucked Abby in and read her the story of Cinderella, her favorite. She fell fast asleep by the time the clock struck midnight, in the story that is. I kissed her on the cheek and brought the blankets up around her small frame. I turned on her teddy bear night light and quietly exited her bedroom. I slid Christina a twenty to order pizza, gave her some pillows and blankets as she always spent the weekend with me to make things easier for her and locked the door behind me as I left.

  I arrived at the bar five minutes before the start of my shift. Faith greeted me with a “Hey Bitch” per usual. I didn’t expect anything less from her. Faith was everything I wasn’t. Outgoing, eccentric and confident as hell. You couldn’t help but love her. We instantly bonded. Well, as much as I would allow myself to get close to anyone at least. She was definitely in the running as playing the role as my best friend.

  Faith and I had met when I first moved to Ida a couple of years ago. She was the closest thing I had to calling someone my friend. She got me this night job at the bar and I really appreciated the extra money coming in. Faith knew nothing of my past with the exception of the embellished story I had created of my parents’ death, which was something about a horrific accident involving a train. A train wreck wasn’t such a far stretch of the imagination when it came to truth, in theory any way. I gave her a quiet “hi” back and put on my apron. I clocked in for the night and climbed behind the bar. I quickly fell into a relaxing pace of taking orders and slinging drinks. I had become great at this job and many regulars always came in on the day that I worked.

  The crowd had gotten pretty large as we were having live entertainment tonight and I could barely hear the customers over all of the noise. The drinks were flowing and people were getting louder and wilder as the night went on. I heard a deep, smooth voice announce the band as “In Spades” and take off on a full set of heavy and fast paced rock and roll. I couldn’t see the faces of the figures that were moving around in a blur on the stage, but they sounded awesome. I found myself shaking my hips in time with the music. I was really beginning to enjoy this band, mouthing the lyrics to most of their songs as they played. I almost felt like I was in my own world dancing around to their music. It was so fun and natural. The tips had been receiving tonight weren’t that bad either. In Spades had been in here the last couple of weekends, surrounded by groupies every time. I wasn’t going to complain too much because they got the bar loaded with people and my pockets were growing, which was good for Abby and I. I had waited on the Lead singer, known as Dax by his band mates a couple of times. Our interaction never got old to me. The man was gorgeous and completely unattainable. He put off this distant persona, quite striking to my own. I hadn’t been with anyone in years. It doesn’t mean I didn’t constantly think about it though. I was human, I had needs. My mind always focused on the Sex appeal that encompassed Daxton every time he strolled up to the bar and greeted me. I barely said two words to him, but knew he felt the way I was lusting after him. I anxiously waited for our two minute conversations and the cocky grin he threw my way, every time In Spades played in the bar.

  The music had ended before I knew it and someone had put money into the jukebox. The music switched over to something a little easier to dance to and I yet again, began to sway my hips to the beat. The band made their way off the stage and came over to grab beers. They were all good looking, but Daxton took the cake. His deep voice was hard to forget. He asked for vodka water. I promptly got to work making it to perfection and slid it across the bar to him. He took a black bandana from the pocket of his tight fitting jeans and wiped the sweat off of his brow. I tried not to fantasize about making him nice and sweaty again. I started to say hi to him but he cut me off with a finger in the air as if to say be right back. He quickly turned around to make his way back to his group. I sat behind the bar seething. I didn’t think I was that bad to look at. I wasn’t dressed like a tramp like the girl that was currently perched on his lap but I had a pretty nice body myself. I thought it was better to leave a little something to the imagination, but apparently bimbo thought otherwise.

  I wanted to go over and claw her eyes out. Sadly, I had been waiting to talk to this man for a couple of weeks now. Sure, I had a couple of small conversations, but I wanted to actually get to know him. I never put myself out there, but I was instantly magnetized to him. He was delectable that much was obvious. But, it was more than that. I felt like he had deep, dark secrets and I desperately wanted to unravel them. Granted, every time I saw him; he had a Big-Boobed groupie planted firmly on his lap. It made me sick and I couldn’t understand why I was attracted to someone so unattached. The only reasoning I could think of was because I was unattached myself, devoid to men. I had no other choice, but to look away from the scene unfolding in front of my eyes. Busying myself by cleaning up the bar and cashing out my drawer, as most of the patrons were making their way out. It was inching up to closing time now.

  Faith came over and launched her butt up on the counter top that I was currently wiping off.

  “How about a celebratory shot, lady? On me!” She gave me a wink and slowly slid a shot of patron across the bar.

  “What’s the occasion? You know I never drink. I have the kid at home!” I gave Faith my best “I mean business” face but it never worked on her.

  Nope, not Faith. Faith exuded confidence in everything that she said or did. Faith was a beautiful brunette with Almond shaped hazel eyes, slight specs of green and gold shimmered throughout them. Faith had a daring blue streak through her bangs. The woman screamed sex on a stick and had every ounce of cocky to back it up. She was my age, but we couldn’t have been more night and day. I wouldn’t change her for anything, though. She was the only person I felt comfortable with that wasn’t a five year old little girl.

  “Come on Ava, you never just RELAX. I know you have a babysitter for the night. You’re predictable you know. You rarely change up your routine. She’s safe with Christina and you know it, just one, pretty please?” Faith held the shot of patron out and gave me her best puppy dog expression.

  Now, who could refuse that face?

  “Fine, but only one.” I stated and slammed back the shot.

  The smooth liquid burned down my throat. I instantly felt the head rush and knew I was in trouble.

  “I’ll take one of what she’s having and get the lady a second on me.” I looked up to see a tall, handsome drink of water.

  He was back and I couldn’t have been more excited. I looked over to where the other boys were sitting and couldn’t help but laugh to myself as I watched the same brunette from earlier making out with a different band member.

  “Your girl is over there playing suck face with one of your friends.” The words tumbled out of my mouth so quick I couldn’t stop them.

  Daxton didn’t even look to where I was pointing. “I don’t have a girl. Would you like to put in an application?” He ran his hand through his shaggy hair and smirked. I lost all train of coherent thoughts, my mouth suddenly going dry. He let out a deep, husky laugh. He was smooth. I had to give him that much.

  “I’m Daxton.” He exclaimed with an outstretched hand.

  I knew who he was. I had been stalking his face book page for weeks. I wasn’t a huge social networking person and only had a couple of coworkers and faith on my list. But, I just couldn’t help myself. My mind was always drifting to other topics when I was around him. I was constantly tongue in cheek, couldn’t get a grasp on my voice.

  A hard slap to my butt slapped me out of my reverie.
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br />   “You’ll have to excuse my friend Avalynn, she’s a lightweight!”

  Faith just shook her head and smiled. She always knew exactly how to talk her way into or out of any situation. I extended my hand and literally felt a shock when our fingertips connected.

  “Ouch!” l shouted. Shocked at my out loud reaction, I slammed a hand over my mouth.

  A slow, rosy blush began to color my pale skin. Daxton laughed and I had never heard a more sensual sound.

  “So, how about another shot, lightweight, you game?” He rose his eyebrows up at me in challenge. He slammed his hand on the bar. “Pour me another bartender and keep em comin.” He then placed his hands over his heart. I was instantly smitten by his charm.

  I poured all three of us patron shots and grabbed some lime and salt from the cabinet. I was going to prove to this arrogant asshole just how enticing I could be. I lifted myself up onto the bar, trying hard to focus on the task at hand and not fall face first at his feet. I poured some salt on my wrist, clutching the lime in between my fingers. I tipped the shot back, feeling the warm liquid rush down my throat. I sucked the lime, tossing the remains at him and licked the salt off my wrist in the most seductive manner I could manage. I climbed back down and looked over at him with my eyebrow up in challenge to mimic his move from earlier. It didn’t even phase him. Daxton winked at me and the liquor almost came rushing back up. I was going to have to watch this one, he screamed danger. He raised his shot glass to me in salute and slammed it back. A small droplet dribbled down his chin and I wanted to reach up with my tongue and lick it off. I’d have to stand on a stool to get to him though. Daxton was tall, I’d say about six’ two. He rivaled my five’ four stature.

  He was lean, but had extremely muscular arms and shoulders. I just knew there was a 6 pack underneath those clothes. Daxton wore a tight fitting grey V-neck and low rise jeans. Black converse completed the look and boy was he delicious. Daxton had dark eyes that almost looked black and messy thick bed hair colored a dark mocha shade. Bright, vibrant tattoos peeked out on his chest and upper arms, but I couldn’t quite get a grasp on what any of them were, I’d have to further investigate at a later point. We couldn’t have been more different as far as appearance went. I was the light and he was the shadow. My personality couldn’t be more different than my looks, though. I was not naïve to the workings of the world. I was not light.

  I would be embarrassed to say half of what I was thinking of doing to that body out loud. As much as I hated to admit it, I knew where I wanted to end up by the end of this night and that was in this beautiful stranger’s bed. I wasn’t normally so daring, but I needed to live a little bit. I knew Abby was safe with Christina and that was my main concern. It had been far too long for me and my body was completely betraying my mind.

  The music was pumping loudly in the bar and a few of the other bartenders and waitresses made their way out to the dance floor. Faith grabbed my hand and leads me to the middle. I threw my arms in the air and shook my head around. I threw all caution to the wind and just let myself feel the moment. Faith and I giggled and danced like we were the sexiest beings alive. I could only imagine what a drunken mess I looked, but I didn’t care.

  I was happy and carefree and very rarely got a glimpse of these feelings. I felt strong hands grab my hips and pull me back into a rock hard chest. I knew who it was and didn’t even need to turn around and check. Nobody else in this bar would dance with me like this. Most of the men in here were regulars. Their wives would kick their asses if they did anything like this. Daxton and I danced in time to the music. I couldn’t resist bending over and grinding my butt into his now hard on. He lifted my hands above my head and turned me around to face him. God, he was a sight for sore eyes. I threw my arms around his neck and shimmied in his arms. His eyes burned a hole into mine and I was falling fast. He ran his hands all over my body. He was breathing deeply and repeatedly licking his lips like he was going to devour me at any moment. The music melted away and all I could hear was my heart beating up into my throat. It had been so long since I felt wanted by a man and I was addicted. The chemistry between us was liable to make a girl internally combust, so I had to excuse myself. I released his shoulder, which was currently being held hostage by my tight grip and fanned myself with my other hand. I turned around and headed back towards the bar. The music ended at the same moment that I walked away.

  I expected Daxton to follow me, but instead he remained on the dance floor, letting any two bit within his grasp grind all over him. I was incredibly put out, but decided to ignore it. Every time I did happen to glance over, his brown eyes always instantly met mine. He looked conflicted, ready to bolt. But, he didn’t. Instead he threw me his megawatt smile and a wink and gripped the skinny, large breasted ginger around the waist, allowing her long red nails to trail down his chest. He ground his pelvis into hers and they may as well have had sex in the middle of the dance floor. I knew I had no rights to him, but I felt a strong sense of ownership. I was completely pissed off at this point. I had been somewhat of a lush and decided that alcohol only brought out my mean side when too much was consumed.

  One shot faded into the next and by the end of the night, I was completely sloshed. I was currently in no condition to drive or even really think for that matter. I said my goodbyes to Faith and my other coworkers and walked outside to call a cab. Just as I was pulling my cell phone out of my pocket I heard loud footsteps fall in behind me. I slowly turned around, digging in my purse for my mace ready to spray some creep and run. I finally found it and placed my finger on the trigger, ready to go. Before I could react, Daxton’s deep voice sounded and shook me of my thoughts. It was him who walked up behind me.

  “You scared me asshole!” I still gripped my mace, debating on how badly it would really hurt him. A small part of me wanted to teach him a lesson for leading me on.

  “Put the mace down. You know you don’t want to hurt this pretty face.” He looked at me with puppy dog eyes. He had me there. A part of me did want to punch him, but a stronger part would kiss it all better. This was just too much work in my drunken state. I ignored his comment and pulled my cell phone back out. His deep voice sounded and again shook me from my thoughts. He was really good about doing that.

  “I already called them. Can we share?” he questioned me.

  As much as I wanted to, I couldn’t stay mad at him. He was too damn cute. I nodded and sat on the curb to wait. Ignoring any hint of conversation he tried to spark up.

  The cab pulled up in no time and I slid into the backseat. His hand now making permanent residence on my lower back. I didn’t try and correct him, but instead welcomed the warmth. I wanted to be wanted by him. I craved his touch. Daxton slid in next to me, gave the cabby his address and laid a firm hold on my upper thigh. I remained quiet even though my mind was running rampant, questioning why he would give them his address first. I was distracted, though. By the small, direct circles Daxton was making on my thigh with his thumb. Heat instantly pooled between my legs and I was happy that he wasn’t working with exposed skin as I’m sure I would have come in my panties. I reached up and grabbed his face, smashing his lips to mine in probably the most un-sexy, sloppy, drunk kiss that one could give. Daxton laughed his full, husky laugh that I had begun to fall in love. However, this time, I wasn’t so enthralled by it.

  I instantly felt rejected and pulled back. I made it a point to stare out of the window with minimal eye contact for the rest of the trip. I dozed in and out of a day dream state. His hand had never left my thigh. The cab pulled up outside of a beautiful two story brick home.

  “Your stop sir, that’ll be $22.50.” I turned to face the window in the opposite direction of his home and gave a small indirect wave.

  “Aren’t you coming in?” Daxton asked.

  I couldn’t resist looking up into his soulful dark eyes. I was so taken aback that a man so beautiful was inviting me, a plain Jane, into his home. The alcohol was still taking its course through
me veins and my heart was definitely rioting on my brain, which was currently screaming “No, Go home! You don’t do this.”

  “Uhmm…yeah, I’d love to.” I stated and climbed out of the cab.

  My thoughts were going crazy at this time; my heart had definitely overshadowed my head.

  ”You win this battle heart.” I mumbled to myself.

  “What’d you say babe?” Daxton grabbed my hand and looked over at me.

  “Oh nothing. You have a beautiful home.” I didn’t even recognize the sexy growl that was coming from my petite mouth.

  Daxton lead me up to the front door with his arm lightly thrown around my shoulder.

  “I’m glad you’re here Gorgeous.” Daxton grabbed his keys from his pocket and opened the door. Wow, his house was immaculate.

  “You want a drink?” He asked, as he began roaming around the house flipping the lights on as he went.

  “Sure, whatever you have.” Daxton rummaged through his refrigerator, eventually settling on Merlot, pulled out two wine glasses and poured us each a hearty glass.

  I sipped it, tasting the bitter sweet, but refreshing liquid as it soothed my throat. “mmmm.” Had passed my lips before I realized I had moaned out loud.

  I glanced up at Daxton, feeling the heat creep up my cheeks. I was shocked to see the immense look of hunger, which was very evident in his now glazed over eyes.

  Daxton furiously stalked towards me, retrieving the wine glass from my hands and setting it down on the table with a loud bang. I could feel the spark instantaneously, the delicious tingle sensation, yet again overwhelming my senses. My current drunken stupor had me more brazen than ever before and I wanted nothing more than to be writhing beneath this beautiful man. I threw my arms around Daxton's neck and pressed my lips to against his with force. We toppled over onto the floor and our garments went flying. We were a giant tangle of clothes and limbs, struggling to be as close to each other as possible. I sure hoped I would remember this in the morning. He pushed me down and centered his self above me. Pinning my arms up above my head and looking down into my eyes. I felt his cock throbbing at my aching, wet center.