Dare To Win (Sex, Sin and Secrets Book 1)

by Williamson, R. G

  “Connor dude!”

  Ah George has arrived and we do the obligatory fist bump as he stands next to me at the bar. I signal the barman to set us up with drinks and tell him to keep them coming.

  “So George, tell me more about this club.”

  “You had second thoughts mate? Great. Well you won’t believe it even if I stood here all night telling you about it. It’s really something you need to experience for yourself.”

  I’ve actually never seen George so animated when talking about anything so I’m thinking maybe he isn’t full of shit. Although I wonder if he’s getting a bonus pay-out for bringing in new customers.

  “Well if I don’t get my dick sucked tonight, then I’m game,” I tell him. I’m definitely giving up with Miss West. I can’t see what her problem is with me. Yes I won a case that she could have, no, should have won. But surely that isn’t a reason on its own for passing up a free meal with someone like me. Women. I can never work them out. On one hand you have the girls dropping their knickers for a Bacardi and coke and then you get the others who play hard to get. I usually get them in the end though but to be honest, I can’t be arsed to pursue someone who is obviously not interested. Fuck me I’ve just worked it out. I bet she’s a fucking lesbian! That would make total sense.

  The noise level increases as a gaggle of girls come into the pub and I turn to check them out. They are full of smiles and chatter. They are all sporting miniskirts and tight sheer tops like some kind of uniform. A blonde one in the group immediately makes eye contact with me and I shoot her back a grin and a wink, which in turn sends her into a fit of giggles as her and her friends grab a table near the makeshift dance floor.

  “The view from here has just improved one hundred fold,” I say to George. Of course he has spotted them too and I can tell he’s interested.

  I call over the barman and tell him to send some drinks over to them, which he does. The girls all whoop and scream and raise their glasses at us and fall about giggling. I have a feeling they’ve already had a few drinks before they arrive judging by the amount of giggling they are doing. What is it that women find so funny that they spend half the night laughing over what seems like nothing to people outside their group?

  I’m mid conversation with George when I suddenly become aware of the blonde standing right next to me. She’s very fucking cute. Curves in all the right places. A rack that I would be happy to suffocate in.

  “Hi,” she says, grinning.

  “Hey there, I’m Connor.”

  “Hi, I’m Sami. Thanks for the drinks. Can I return the favour, what are you drinking?”

  “Wouldn’t dream of taking a drink off a lady, just tell the barman what you and your mates want and I’ll pay.” I spot George out the corner of my eye and he’s already making his way over to their table.

  “Would you like to join us? I see your friend has. Which makes me wonder are you the shy one?” she asks while trying to stifle a giggle.

  “There’s six of you and two of us, I worry you may eat me for breakfast and spit out my bones.”

  “Only if you’re lucky,” she winks.

  To be honest, that would actually seem like a damn good experience right now. I pick the tray of drinks up off the bar and follow blondie back to her table, checking out her arse as I follow.

  “Connor this is everyone, and everyone this is Connor!”

  Her introductions are scant but hey, when did I suddenly start caring about names? I look at George and I can tell he’s trying to send me some kind of voodoo telepathic signal about which girl’s knickers he plans to get into later. Despite all his talk about him not fucking in pubs anymore since he started going to this mysterious club, I know he’s never one to pass up an opportunity to shag a random, even the half good-looking ones.

  I sit down next to… shit what did she say her name was again?

  Suddenly there’s a squeal and one of the girls shout, “Let’s dance, I love this song!” She gets up and drags her friends on to the dance floor.

  I’m quite happy to sit here and watch them dance but blondie has other ideas and comes back over and grabs hold of my hand. “Dance with me Connor.”

  Well I can’t exactly refuse so I slowly get up and let myself be pulled over to where the others are in full flow throwing some shapes. I must admit that she knows how to use her body and has a great sense of rhythm. I pull her against my body and she starts grinding her arse into me. I’m moving to the beat of the music trying desperately not to get a fucking stiffy but that’s proving near on impossible, and blondie has obviously noticed and is purposely rubbing herself against me, loving the fact I’m turned on by her. I turn her round and she practically humps my leg.

  “You’re beautiful,” I whisper in her ear, “and so fucking sexy.” I kiss down her neck and I can feel her grip onto my back. She looks up at me with such a sexy look that I can’t help but lean down and take her bottom lip in my mouth. I feel the vibration of her moan as I slide my tongue into her mouth and our tongues do a dance of their own. I’m conscious of her friends all wolf-whistling and cheering as we carry on kissing. She is rubbing her hands down my back and I feel one slip into the back pocket of my jeans. Not to be outdone, I slide one of my hands down the back of her skirt, keeping the kiss going. Oh she’s wearing a thong and I’m jealous of that being inside her crack because right now, it’s where I would love to be.

  The tempo of the music changes and we break the kiss and look at each other and we both laugh.

  “Drink?” I ask and she nods and goes back to the table. Bloody hell that was some kiss. I adjust myself because my cock is dying to break free from my jeans and I’m hoping it’s not too bloody obvious that I’m sporting wood. I order some more drinks at the bar and take them over to the table, George just looks at me with a shit-eating grin.

  “Fuck the posh bird!” he shouts as he raises his glass in a toast.

  The girls all laugh and echo “Fuck the posh bird!” and raise their glasses too. They have no idea what the fuck it means and I’m just laughing my head off.

  It’s turning into quite a raucous night. Blondie seems to prefer sitting on my lap than on a chair, which is fine by me. I’m so fucking hard that I’m almost tempted to lift her skirt and slide my cock inside her and see if anyone notices. It’s dark in here with only the strobe lighting dancing off the floor and walls, I’m sure I’d get away with it.

  I pull her against my chest and nuzzle the back of her neck. She smells like apples and the crisp, fresh smell invades my senses as I lick the back of her exposed neck. My tongue glides easily on the light sheen of sweat that she’s got from her energetic dancing. I move my arm from around her waist so it is across her chest and I have a cheeky grope at her tits. She has a nice size pair, firm and round but more importantly, natural. To be honest I’m not a fan of fake tits. I much prefer a smaller pair that are all woman than a larger pair that are man-made.

  “I so want to fuck you right now,” I whisper in her ear. I take her ear lobe into my mouth and suck gently and can hear her gasp slightly as I nip it playfully.

  Her hands move behind her back and I can I feel them fumbling at my jeans. My cock is raring to go although I am quite concerned as I feel her unzipping me! Only another man will understand the worry between a miss-timed zip and the potential for a nasty injury! Fuck me she’s managed to release my cock! My heart is beating ten to the dozen and I’m amazed at her brazen actions. She’s stroking my cock behind her back. I can feel her fingers tighten round me as they slide up and down my shaft. Although there isn’t a lot of room between us, she’s doing a great job of wanking me. I feel her thumb run across my bellend spreading my pre-cum down my hardness as she continues to stroke me. Her friends and George are all chatting totally oblivious to what their naughty little minx friend is doing to me. She’s even joining in on the conversation while continuing to drive me absolutely wild. This is multi-tasking at its best.

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p; She repositions herself on my lap in a wiggling motion and her thong must have moved to one side because I can feel her slowly sliding down my shaft. Fuck me she feels tight. I cannot believe my luck tonight. Her pussy is filled with my cock and she’s still having a conversation across the table with her friends. As discreetly as I can I start to move without making it obvious as to what we are up to. This is the horniest situation I’ve been in in a long time and I want nothing more than to bend her over the table and fuck her like I hate her. Instead, I am restrained and hold back on any grunts, groans and roars. She starts to grind down on me and I move my arse off the chair to get as much of my cock in her hot pussy as I possibly can. I can feel her muscles grip my cock and it is practically sending me over the edge. I feel my balls tightening and I’m going to explode any second. I lean over her and kiss the side of her neck and she stops talking and looks right at me over her shoulder, as I shoot my load. Jesus fucking Christ I certainly wasn’t expecting that tonight! Looks like I won’t be spending the night on my todd after all as I’m sure there’s going to be a replay at the end of the night.

  As the girls all head off to the toilet together, George looks at me and shakes his head.

  “What’s up with you donkey bollocks?” I ask slightly irritated. If that opportunity had presented itself to him, he would have taken full advantage, so I don’t know why he’s shaking his head at me.

  “I hope you’re well and truly over that posh bird.”

  “Why?”

  “Because she’s sitting over there,” he points across the room to a table filled with girls.

  “Fucking hell! Why didn’t you tell me?” I shout at him.

  “I thought you said you were over her?” And the bastard starts laughing.

  I run my hand through my hair and can’t help but wonder how long she’s been there and how much she’s actually seen. I will have totally screwed up any chance this side of Hell of getting a date with her if she saw that performance.

  “I’m going home George.” I’ve had enough and I can’t think straight. All I can think is I have to get out of here before I drop myself in it any further, maybe past the point of no return. I may have done that already but I’m going to make an exit because I know if blondie comes back she will want to drag me back to her lair for a night of debauchery. Normally I wouldn’t say no to that but I can’t fucking believe Miss West has turned up and has thrown chaos into my head. I thought I wanted to forget her, but seeing her there, knowing she may have just seen me fuck a total stranger in a pub full of people, makes me feel slightly disgusted with myself. I just hope and pray that she hasn’t spotted me. Fuck. Fuck. Fucking Hell.

  “You got a pen on you George?” I ask. I need to do some damage limitation here. He digs into his pocket and then passes me a cheap plastic biro. I grab my wallet and pull out one of my business cards, turn it over and write my private number on the back.

  Saying bye to George, I get up and do a bit of a boogie across the dance floor till I’m stood in front of Miss West’s table. I smile at her but without saying anything, I throw my card down on the table, wink and walk away.

  I may have fucked my chances but hell I’m going to wait for the rebuff.

  EIGHT

  A Not So Ordinary Night Out

  Luckily I've managed to get home at a fairly respectable time tonight. It had been a fairly quiet day at work with minimal interruptions, no over-running court cases and no last minute phone calls. It was a couple of days ago that I returned Mr Dare’s chocolates and in that time Emily has managed to pull all the girls together for a night out. I even invited Tara along with us too. I feel I know her well enough inside the office but not at all outside of it. It would be nice to include her in my group of friends and I’m certain they won’t mind. I miss living in the North of England but having my childhood girlfriends around me again has certainly made the move back home much easier.

  The taxi is supposed to be arriving at quarter to nine and it’s already half past seven, so I need to get a move on. It’s a bit early for a Friday night get together but Ruth has to be up at the crack of dawn for her job so we’re starting earlier than we usually would. I’ve no time for a proper dinner let alone a soak in the tub so a quick shower will have to do. I whack a frozen meal in the microwave and head for the bathroom. After my shower, I wrap my long hair in a towel and I slip into a matching bra and knickers set. I hear the ding of the microwave, which is great timing.

  After eating half of the tasteless mess, because I can’t ever seem to get a microwave meal right, I head back to my bedroom to finish getting ready. I smother my skin with my favourite body lotion then stand in the front of the wardrobe looking over my choices of what to wear tonight. My day wear is usually pencil skirts and blouses, or on the odd occasion a fitted trouser suit. We’re hitting a pub tonight so I grab a pair of skinny jeans, ankle boots and finish the look off with a black satin, sleeveless, high neck top and a denim jacket. I’m aiming for looking good in a relaxed casual way. It’s very hard to see the solicitor in me in this attire and perfect for the pub.

  I brush my hair, deciding to leave it loose and let it fall in its natural wave. I wear it up far more than I do down so it’s nice to feel it caress my shoulders. Tonight I go with minimal make-up, not that I wear a lot anyway, being caked in make-up is not my thing. I’m already dreading tomorrow, because we’re not holding back tonight and I’m a lightweight anyway. None of us are driving so all of us will be drinking. I know I’m going to be grilled about the flowers, that’s a certainty, so I’ll need a drink or two for Dutch courage to explain what I’ve been up to, because oh God, wait until they hear about the chocolates too!

  ***

  The taxi drops us off in front of the Union. Apparently there’s a DJ tonight, well that’s what Ruth said. I hope he’s good as I feel some dance moves coming on. It’s already mid-evening for us to be hitting pubs so we are lucky in grabbing a table in a good location.

  “What’s everyone drinking?” Carly shouts.

  “Shots!” we all reply in unison.

  “Ok I’m on it. Lisa, give me a hand.” Carly literally grabs her and drags her from the table. The poor girl has no choice but to follow.

  I do a scan of the room, I can’t see anyone I know, but then this is not my usual haunt anyway. We’re here because of Ruth and her love of DJ’s and a good dance. I hope it lives up to her expectations. She’s wanted to check this DJ out for a long time so she’s extra excited to be here. So far it’s looking hopeful, he’s definitely rocked some good tunes since we arrived. Luckily our table is far enough away that we aren’t being blasted. You can feel the beat through the floor and yes it’s loud enough to still have us shouting but not at full scream level just to be heard.

  And then the inquisition begins.

  Who sent the flowers? What the hell had happened to them? Was I alright?

  Emily is also shouting at me, “Get your phone out and show them the picture.”

  Bloody Hell, where’s my drink? I watch my phone get passed around the table and oops I forgot that I also took a picture of Mr Dare’s card.

  “What’s this Kari? Is this what came with the flowers?” Emily asks showing me the picture of his card.

  Nosey woman!

  I then spend the next ten minutes giving them the condensed version of how I got the flowers and why they ended up looking like they would look right at home on the Addams Family’s mantelpiece.

  Seriously this is why I love my friends. You would honestly think they’d just seen the best comedian ever. They are laughing hysterically at my predicament.

  Carly and Lisa arrive back armed with two trays of shots. Looks like we’re doing doubles, good thinking Carly!

  Emily brings them up to speed on what’s been going on. I might as well get the whole story over with so I butt in and interrupt her towards the end.

  “That’s not all ladies. He then sent me the biggest box of chocola
tes you have ever seen.”

  “Noooooo, you lucky cow!” Sophia exclaims.

  “Oh I don’t think I was so lucky, you should have seen what he wrote on the card that accompanied the chocolates.” I then grab my purse and yank out the card. For some reason I hadn’t sent this card back, that was lucky.

  The girls pass it around and I listen to a lot of OMG-ing going on and notice a lot of hands covering mouths too. I’m not a hundred percent sure if they are hiding grins or feigning amazement at his audacity.

  “I can’t believe he would write that!” exclaims Lisa.

  “Oh I can, he’s sex on legs,” Tara shouts over the table of girls.

  She made it! I jump up and give her a hug and then go round the table doing all the introductions. My friends all welcome her warmly.

  I go to pass her my second shot so she can at least catch up with us but she waves her bottle of WKD at me with a grin. Hmm now I fancy one of those too.

  I shout, “Salut,” and we all clink glasses, down our drinks and welcome her into our fold.

  Then the girls quickly get back to the current business in hand. Namely, me.

  ***

  As they continue to hound me with questions about Mr Dare and after Tara has given them the run-down of what a sex God he is, I jump up to go get the next round of drinks or two. Emily jumps up too and ushers me in the wrong direction of the bar. Oooookay, we’re heading for the girl’s loos. Damn I thought I had got away without being grilled.

  I just about get two feet through the swing door and she pounces.

  “So what’s the real story Kari?” Emily asks me as we reach the quietness of the loos, well if would be quiet if the tap would stop dripping. She’s not stupid, she knows I brushed over most of the story with them all just now. “You like this man I can feel it, I can see it in your eyes too. What really made you send those gifts back?”