by Alex Grayson
I do know. The thing about my friends and me is, we have unusual sexual practices, or in Abby’s case, addiction. Legit, the girl is addicted to sex. Like full-on addiction. If she doesn’t have sex at least once a day, she goes through withdrawals like a drug addict would; headaches, stomach cramps, nausea, irritability… you get the point. She and Colt have been together for close to six months now and they’ve worked out a system between them. Abby seems to have more control over her addiction, but I know she still struggles at times. Out of the four of us, Abby was the one that was affected the most by her situation. Luckily, Colt’s a stubborn sonofabitch and never gave up on proving to Abby he could handle her addiction. He’s done a world of good for her, and I’m happy for them both. Abby deserves happiness.
“And Nathan?” I take a sip of my black coffee. It burns as it hits my throat but tastes damn good. None of that sugar or creamer shit for me. I like my coffee as strong as God intended it to be.
“He’s on his way. 9B came home last night, so he’s been busy.”
The waitress comes up for our order, but we tell her we’re still waiting on someone and we’ll let her know when we’re ready. I eye her as she walks away to see if she could potentially be a player in one of my games, but decide she wouldn’t be the type. It’s not that I’m overly picky, it’s just I can usually tell if someone would be into my kind of kink. The exhibitionism kind of kink. That’s my sexual vice. I love to be watched when I fuck someone. Male or female, it doesn’t matter who watches. My preference is kind of tricky, because I not only have to find a partner willing to let someone else watch, but I also need to find a watcher as well. On the occasion I can’t find one, I usually use Nathan, Ava, or a couple other friends I have. When I use Nathan, it works out perfectly for both of us, because his thing is voyeurism.
I like the thought of someone getting off on what I’m doing with my partner. Something we’ve both agreed to and both enjoy doing together. It’s not that I need to have sex in front of someone, I can get off without a watcher, I just prefer someone else there to see it.
“How’s your mom?” Ava interrupts my thoughts, making me wish she’d never spoken.
My friends know about the shit my mom did to me, but it wasn’t until recently that I’ve told them about her cancer and my visits to her. None understand why I go see her. Hell, I don’t understand it myself, but they don’t blast me for it either.
“Weaker than last week. I wish she’d just go ahead and die and get it over with,” I mutter.
It sounds harsh, but it’s how I feel. Any loving feelings for my mom died the day my father found me and took me away.
Ava tips her head to the side, watching me curiously. “Why do you go see her if you hate her so much?”
I shrug. “Hell if I know. Only thing I can think of is I’m hoping it’ll be when I’m there. I know it’s fucked-up, but I have this need to watch the life drain from her eyes.”
I look up at Ava and see sympathy, an emotion I hate. It’s been years since I was under the morbid control of my mother. I’m over what she did, emotionally and physically, and unless you’ve walked step-by-step in my footprints and felt what I felt during those moments, then you can’t sympathize. Every life experience is different, unique, no matter how close they may be, there’s no way you can sympathize with someone if you haven’t been in the exact same position. Ava carries secrets, secrets she keeps to herself, but she doesn’t carry the same experiences as me; however, she’s my friend, and I know she means well, so I let the emotion I see in her eyes slide by.
“You think Nathan will ever grow a pair and introduce himself to 9B?” I ask, changing the subject.
We’ve dubbed the girl Nathan is obsessed with watching 9B because she lives in the apartment building across from his and that’s her apartment number.
She rolls her eyes and grabs her phone off the table, flipping it over and looking at the screen before putting it back down.
“Probably not. It’s been what? A year now? I think he’ll be content to just watch her for the rest of his life.”
I tend to agree. Nathan’s sexual vice might be watching people performing sexual acts, but it’s that particular woman he enjoys watching the most. According to Nathan, she never brings another guy home, but she’s definitely very much into sex. She just likes having it with herself, or rather her fingers or vibrators.
Speak of the devil. The door jingles and in walks the man himself. He doesn’t even look to see if we’re here before he turns and makes his way over to us.
“Glad to see you’ve finally decided to join us,” I remark, which earns me a scowl from Nathan.
“Scoot,” he says to Ava, throwing his keys on the table then taking a seat beside her. “And you shut your fucking mouth,” he throws my way.
The balled-up napkin I finger kick at him hits his chest, but he pays it no mind.
“So, how’s 9B? Get lucky today?” I ask, just to fuck with him. Nathan’s the more serious of the four of us. It takes a lot to get him to crack a smile, and I’ve found I like to bust his balls sometimes. He makes it so damn easy.
Not surprisingly, Nathan ignores my taunt. I eye the waitress across the floor, then flick my chin up at her when she notices our other party has arrived.
I try again when she walks off with our order.
“When are you going to let me fuck her while you watch?”
I’ve seen 9B, and let’s just say, I would very much enjoy helping my friend out by letting him watch me fuck her silly. Does that sound twisted? Damn right it does, but that’s just our twisted sexual desires for you.
I’m still unsure if Nathan will allow it or not though. This girl is different. He’s fixated on her, has been for a long time now, so I don’t know how possessive he’ll be of her. I can’t imagine him letting just anyone have her, but it’s also hard to believe that he’ll attach himself to her. He’s never gone this long without making physical contact with a girl and ultimately asking her to be part of his own sexual depravities.
The look Nathan gives me at my suggestion says he’s at war with himself. He’s looking at me like he wants to rip off my dick and shove it down my throat. But he also looks intrigued. He wants to watch her with someone, but a small part of him doesn’t. I think he also wants to keep her to himself, and the only reason he hasn’t gone to her yet is because he’s never seen her with anyone. To him, she’s still just his.
“You let me know when you’re ready,” I tell his quiet form. He still hasn’t said anything, looking lost in thought at the possibility. I may bust his chops about 9B, but if he needs to keep her to himself, I’ll respect that.
He gives me a curt nod, letting me know he heard me.
The waitress comes and drops off our food. I look over at Ava and see her nose is stuck back in her phone. I reach across the table and steal it away from her.
“Hey,” she yells, reaching across and trying to grab it from my hands, which I hold away from her.
I look down at the phone and snort out a laugh.
“I see you’ve already gone through the book Abby got you for your birthday and found another one.”
“And?” she answers, glaring daggers at me.
I scroll down the page and come across an article on role playing. That’s Ava’s story. She doesn’t do vanilla sex. She likes for her and her partner to dress up and act out unconventional sex scenes. Some of them are pretty damn kinky and downright dirty. But some of the ones I’ve witnessed were hot as hell.
The bell over the door jingles, and I look up just in time to see a blonde in a blue shirt whizz by us. My eyes follow her plump ass until she turns a corner that leads to the bathrooms and disappears from view.
What can I say? I’m an ass man.
I look back down at Ava’s phone, and one particular suggestion catches my attention. It’s a girl being kidnapped by a sexy hit man, then being given an aphrodisiac, which makes her hungry with sexual need. And of course, the hitman t
akes advantage.
I turn the phone around and point to the screen. “Do that one.”
Ava snatches her phone back, baring her teeth at me, before looking down at what I pointed at.
“Done it,” she mutters, without looking up. “Multiple times.”
“How’s business coming along?” I ask Nathan. There’s no helping Ava. I get the sense she’s done just about every role play out there.
“It’s good. I need to hire a couple more guys, but other than that, things are running smoothly.”
After working years as a security guard for some of the top companies, Nathan decided to open up his own security firm. But instead of only offering security guard services, he’s branching out into personal security details. The last I heard he already landed several well-known clients.
“I know it’s still early, but any chance you’re going to branch out? Open up firms in other locations?”
“That’s the plan,” Nathan answers with a short nod.
The flash of blue that flew by us a few minutes ago comes walking out of the small hallway at a slower pace. I track her body as she nears our table. Her head is bent as she digs around in her purse, so I can only see the top of her face, but the rest of her body is very curvy. Her breasts are full and almost popping out of the cotton sleeveless top she’s wearing. The yoga pants she has on mold to her plump ass and flared hips perfectly. Her long blonde hair is loose and falling over one shoulder. She’s gorgeous and my dick takes notice. Although she doesn’t look the type to be into letting people watch her with a partner, I wonder if she can be persuaded.
As she nears our table, I decide to try my luck.
In a tone I use that always works to lure women in, I say, “Hey there, honey, what’s your name?”
She stops digging in her purse and looks at me with soft brown eyes. “Excuse me?”
“You’re name, beautiful.” I give her a smile meant for seduction.
“Why?” she asks suspiciously.
Ava snickers across the table at her reluctance and the woman shoots her a look, before looking back at me. I ignore the snicker and look.
“You’re a beautiful woman. Is it wrong for a man to want to know a beautiful woman’s name?”
“It is when there’s a motive behind wanting to know her name.”
Nathan chuckles, which earns him a kick underneath the table from me.
“Isn’t there usually a motive behind wanting to know a person’s name? You don’t go around asking for random people’s names, do you?
“What’s your motive?” she asks, tilting her head to the side and shifting on her feet.
I shrug, like it’s no big deal, and tell her honestly, “I want to fuck you.”
The woman’s eyes bug out at that, before her eyes crinkle at the corners and she starts laughing. My two bastard friends join in her mirth. I don’t laugh, but I do smile. It’s not really funny, just the simple truth, but she looks even more beautiful laughing. I may have my kinks and like to play with women, but I’m honest. They know what I want; if not from my words, my actions say it loud and clear.
Once the woman gets herself under control, she wipes tears from her eyes and meets mine again. “You don’t get laid very often do you?”
“Dude, I like this one,” Ava inputs, and I once again ignore her.
I snicker, because now it’s funny. She has no fucking clue how many women I’ve had and how many more want me. I’m not cocky, it’s the simple truth. I can’t help that women fawn over me. The fault lies with my parents, because they procreated and made me.
“On the contrary, honey, I’ve fucked many women.”
“Well, you won’t be fucking this one. I’m married.” She holds up her hand and shows off a big diamond on her ring finger that I didn’t notice before because it was stuffed in her purse.
I cringe, because now I feel like an asshole. I may not be picky, but one thing I don’t do is mess around with married women.
“Fuck,” I grumble.
Surprising me, and much to my chagrin, she reaches over and pats my cheek. “No worries. Good luck with the next one.”
I’m just about to apologize when the bell over the door jingles again. The wind has picked up outside, so the door pushes open with the force of it. A quick look out the window shows the skies have darkened even more, indicating the storm is almost here.
The woman I made a fool of myself in front of meets the newcomer, another woman, a few feet away from our table. I recognize her immediately as the woman I helped on the side of the road. Brandy was her name. She’s carrying a baby wrapped in a blanket. The implication of that has my dick shriveling up inside my body. I mauled a woman who has a baby, and from the size of the bundle of blankets, just had a baby.
Fuck my life.
That means she probably has a husband, or at the very least a boyfriend or fiancé. I think of how she threw herself at me, and it pisses me off. How dare she climb me and hump me like a horny dog when she’s already taken, and has a baby, for God’s sake.
Brandy’s talking to the blonde, so she hasn’t noticed me yet. Even through my anger, I still admire her body. She has on another tank top, this one purple, and a jean skirt that goes to midthigh, along with a pair of cowboy boots. She sure doesn’t look like she just had a baby. My dick is obviously not in tune with my head, because it springs to life in my jeans.
I want to bend her over in font of everyone here and fuck her in just her boots, wrapping her long black hair around my fist and holding her still as I do so.
Stupid fucking dick and imagination.
Her eyes leave her friend, and it’s like something pulls them my way. Her brows dip down for a fraction of a second, before her eyes narrow with recognition. I’m still turned in my seat from talking to the blonde, so I slowly adjust my dick in my jeans right in front of her, letting her know what seeing her again has done to my body.
She steps up to the table, adjusting the baby in her arms to a more comfortable position.
“Tegan. What are you doing here, stud?” Brandy asks, her tone accusing. The blonde steps up beside her and starts stroking the hair on the baby’s head.
“I live here. What are you doing here?” I ask my own question. She never told me she was headed to Atlanta. Of course, I never asked her, and I was a complete stranger, so why would she tell me?
I don’t give her time to answer before I ask another question. My eyes drop down to the blanket-wrapped baby. “You have a baby?”
Both Brandy’s and the blonde’s eyes widen, before looking down at the baby. The blonde’s mouth opens, but she closes it quickly. Brandy looks back at me, a smile playing on her lips.
“And if I did?” She quirks a black brow.
“I’d say next time pick someone to grind that pussy on that doesn’t mind knowing you have a man and a baby at home waiting for you.”
Brandy glares at me, while the blonde giggles.
“This is the guy who helped you?” she asks, trying to contain her mirth.
“Yes,” Brandy says through gritted teeth.
“You really do get around, don’t you?” She directs the question at me.
I tip my lips up. “Told you.”
“Here,” Brandy turns to her friend, handing over the baby. “Hold your baby, so I can bitch slap this asshole.”
Now it’s my turn to widen my eyes in shock. Brandy sees my look and seems satisfied with my revelation. Blondie takes the baby, cuddling it to her chest and bending to kiss the top of her head.
“You know what they say when you assume…” She trails off, her eyes dancing with laughter.
Ava laughs. “I like this girl.”
I shoot her a glare. Yes, I made a total ass of myself. That’s the second time it’s happened today. Maybe I just need to go home and go to bed and forget about finding someone for tonight. But then, I think of my bed, and now that I know I got her all wrong, I want her in it with me more than ever.
“Go out w
ith me tonight?” I blurt.
Fuck, I sound like a desperate bastard hard up to get a date. But one look at Brandy’s full, tempting lips, lips I’ve tasted and want more of, her round ass my hands want to squeeze again, and long, thick hair I want traveling down my body, and the number of fucks I have to give dwindles to zero.
What surprises me is when she says, “Okay.” I figured I’d have more of a battle on my hands to get her to agree. I just hope I can get her to do other stuff as well. The thought of shoving my dick inside her while someone watches turns my dick to fucking granite, and I become uncomfortable in my jeans. I stand up, and again not caring who sees, adjust myself.
“Give me your phone.” I hold out my hand.
“Why?”
“Phone number. So you can text me the address to pick you up.”
She shakes her head. “Nah-uh. I’ll meet you there.”
“Baby, where we’re going, not anyone can just go inside. You have to know someone or be personally invited by the owner.”
“Wait, where are you taking her?” Blondie asks.
I look over at her. “What’s your name?”
“Minnie,” she supplies.
“I’m taking her to Blackie’s, Minnie,” I answer her question, and watch as her mouth forms a big O.
“I take it you know the place.” I don’t form it as a question, because it’s obvious she does by her expression.
“Yes.” She sends a quick look to Brandy, then back to me. “My husband and I have been there a few times.”
I’m still holding my hand out, waiting for Brandy to pass me her phone. I lift my brow, waiting to see if she complies. After several seconds, she digs in the back pocket of her skirt and produces the slim device. I type in my name and phone number, then send myself a quick message so I have hers as well, before handing it back to her.
“What is this Blackie’s?” Brandy asks, looking from me to Minnie, then back to me.
I tip my lips up. “A nightclub. There’s really no way to explain it until you see it.”
She turns to her friend. “Should I be worried?”
Minnie’s cheeks turn pink, and I almost laugh. Yeah, she’s had fun at Blackie’s as well. I hold my breath wondering if she’ll try to warn her friend away. If so, I’ll just have to work harder at getting her to go with me.
