"That was absolutely perfect. Thank you. Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to go tend to my friend before he has an aneurysm." I start to turn and head back to our table.
"But you just got here." Her voice is needy.
"Give me five minutes." I walk over towards Tommy and he looks pissed.
"Thought the bros were hanging out, Judas? Selling out for 30 pieces of pussy, aren't you?"
"It was just a joke. Calm down Jar Jar." I flip him the bird.
"Nobody calls me Jar Jar." He tries not to laugh.
"I'm here, bro. Let's grab another one."
"Nah, fuck it. I already tabbed out. I was just fuckin' with you. You're going to nail that redhead anyway. I can see it in her eyes."
"Yeah, I think you're right." I glance back over to her.
"Catch you tomorrow?"
"Yeah, buddy."
I give him a quick fist bump and he heads to the door.
"So, what are your names?" I walk up to the table.
They both turn red and giddy.
"I'm Olivia," says the redhead.
"Jennifer," says the other.
"Joel. Nice to meet you."
"Yes it is," says Olivia in a flirtatious tone. I'm already imagining grabbing hold of that red hair and pounding her from behind.
My cock must be thinking the same thing, because he's readying himself for battle in my pants.
"Sorry about the Vulcan earlier. He's in a foul mood."
"Why?" asks Olivia, pretending to be interested.
"Oh, the doc botched his sex change. Gave him a micro penis."
They both nearly shoot their drinks out of their noses. If only Tommy were still here.
"You're a funny man, Joel." Olivia runs her hand onto mine.
That's right. Wait until that hand is fisting your hair later.
I don't have to wait long. Her hand goes under the table and starts up my thigh, working its way towards my erection. Redheaded and crazy, confirmed.
Her friend can definitely see she isn't going to win the prize.
"Well guys, I'm getting tired. I'm going to head out."
"Okay," says Olivia almost instantly.
Fuck, this chick wants it bad. She's practically giving her friend the boot. I'm not working for it at all. It's almost too easy. The crazy look in her eyes makes up for the lack of a challenge.
Jennifer gets up and leaves after paying her bill. I scoot over next to Olivia and make myself comfortable. She stares me in the eye, rubbing up and down my stiff prick over my slacks. I feel I should return the favor. I work my hand down between her legs. She squirms a bit at the first touch but quickly relaxes and parts them for me. She has a skirt on and I'm working my way under it.
I take her hand and remove it from my cock so I can get in closer to her. I lean in next to her ear.
"It's all about you right now."
Yeah, right.
I start circling her clit and she's already wet as fuck. Closing her eyes, she lets me work my magic as I slide into her panties. She rests her hand on top of mine as I take two fingers and work them inside of her. Squirming ensues on her part.
I lean in to her ear. "I'm going to make you come in front of all of these people."
Her eyes widen and she mumbles. "Fuck."
I'm at an awkward angle but her hot cunt is making me forget my troubles. I'm not about to stop. I increase the tempo, running my thumb on her clit in little circles while sinking my fingers into her and gripping upward. She lets out a small moan and covers her mouth.
The waitress walks up and she tries to pull my hand out of her skirt, but I shove my fingers even deeper.
"You guys need anything?" she asks.
"No." Olivia squeaks at the waitress as I smile.
"I'm okay for now," I say.
"Okay, well just let me know."
The waitress walks away and I whisper, "Is there something you need, Olivia? Just ask for it and I'll give it to you."
"Your cock."
"What's that? I couldn't hear you."
She attempts to glare at me, but she's too dick hungry to look mad.
"I want your fucking cock in me."
I'm next to her ear. "Not before I get you off under this table."
I start flicking her clit with my thumb and working my fingers while she silently gasps for air, moaning under her breath.
"You almost there?"
She nods quickly. That's right.
Her thighs are quivering around my hand and I can feel the energy ripping through her legs.
"Shh." I look her in the eye while I continue finger fucking her tight cunt under the table.
She starts to buck her hips on my hand, trying to remain stoic above the table.
"Come for me, now." I growl into her ear.
She lets loose and comes all over my fingers. Her chest heaves and falls with each quick breath, and her legs stiffen. She shudders from the waist down, and tries to stifle her moans.
Her orgasm finally subsides and she is eyeing me like a predator as I slip my fingers out of her slick pussy. "I need you right now."
Well that's music to my ears.
"Follow me." I grab her hand and lead her toward the restroom, looking around to make sure nobody sees us.
She opens the door to the ladies' room and it's empty. I'm keeping a look out and all of a sudden I'm yanked into the bathroom. She locks the door behind us and stands there staring at me, still breathing heavily.
She drops to her knees—so that she's eye level with my cock—and yanks me over to her by the back of my legs. She rips my belt loose and undoes my button and zipper. Before I know it, my pants are at my ankles and she is staring my cock down like it'll be her last meal. She takes it in her hand and teases the tip with her tongue while staring up at me.
"I want to taste you."
I immediately grow another inch in her hand.
"Do what you want with it."
"You want it in my mouth?" She continues stroking me.
It's a stupid question. "Fuck yes."
She takes me in her mouth and starts sucking me off hard, stroking my cock with both hands.
My head flies back toward the ceiling.
She spits all over the tip and starts fondling my balls before taking all of me into her mouth, then releases my cock for a moment and looks back up at me. "Fuck my mouth."
"Gladly." I grip the back of her hair and start fucking that dirty mouth of hers while she gags on my dick. I'm relentless, and she loves it. I grip her hair even tighter and ram my cock farther down her throat. The harder I fuck her mouth, the more excited her eyes grow.
I start to pull out to give her a breather and she swallows it whole, shaking her mouth on the base of my shaft.
"Fucking hell." My hand snakes through her hair.
She leans back and spits down the length of me, stroking me back and forth. It feels amazing. Her tiny hands make me look huge.
"I want your cock in me." She continues stroking me off.
I yank her up by her armpits and shove her against the door.
"How do you want it?"
"Hard. Fuck me hard." She groans.
I'm about to give her everything she's wishing for. I hike her skirt up over her tight, pale ass. I'm amped up. I love a girl who likes it rough and isn't afraid to ask for it.
"Spread your fucking legs." I sweep the inside of her right leg, and she spreads, showing me that dark pink pussy I'm about to put my cock inside.
I bend down to her ear and whisper, "You want this cock in your pussy?"
I fist my dick and slap her ass with it, rubbing it up and down on her ass cheek and under her needy cunt.
"Fuck yes."
I slap her ass hard, leaving a pale handprint that quickly turns red when the blood rushes back to her ass.
She coos.
I lick my hand and slap it over her pussy, rubbing my palm over her entrance, my fingers circling her clit. I fist her hair into a ponytail with my othe
r hand.
"Spread your cunt for me."
She reaches down and parts her swollen lips.
I hold my cock around the base and press it into her slowly, leaning over her shoulder so I can see her eyes close. She claws her nails into the door.
"Sh-shit." I'm only in about three quarters and she can barely take it. That won't do.
I pull my cock back out of her and quickly plunge it back in. She moans loud enough for the whole bar to hear, neither of us giving a fuck at this point.
"Yeah, you like that shit. Don't you?"
I pull back out and ram it into her again, loving hearing her moan and beg for more. I repeat this three more times and on the fourth I plow into her and start pummeling her from behind. She bites into her arm, her petite frame shaking with each thrust.
I reach around and yank her shirt up, exposing two small, perky breasts. I grab one of them and squeeze her hard nipple while I continue pounding her pussy from behind. My pelvis is slapping into her ass. The smacking sounds of her wet cunt echo through the bathroom.
She's in another world right now.
I fist her hair and yank her ear up near my mouth. "You gonna come for me?"
"Yes. I'm so close. Please don't stop. Keep fucking me." She reaches back and digs her nails into my thigh.
"Do it then. Come on my dick."
I feel her tighten a little as she bites down on her arm once more. I start railing her harder and faster and she squeals, staring back at me before her eyes roll up in her head.
"Fuck. I'm coming." She starts to scream and I slap my hand over her mouth and yank on her hair.
I slam balls-deep into her, and she is on cloud nine, having the most intense orgasm of her life. She starts bucking her hips back into me and I can feel her screaming into my hand. I grip her hair even tighter and slide my hand from her mouth to her neck, still pumping into her slick cunt as hard as I can. She clamps down on me, refusing to release it. I fucking lose it. I'm about to blow.
"Get on your fucking knees." My words come through gritted teeth.
I slip my dick out of her and it's glistening, coated in her wetness. I start stroking it off as she drops down to her knees in front of me, her back up against the door.
She sticks her chin out in the air while I pump my prick furiously with my hand. I nod quickly and she opens her mouth.
My legs and ass start to spasm, and I can't hold out any longer as my load rushes to the head of my cock. I release, and it sprays across her cheek. The second wave hits her square in the mouth, and I can tell she loves every bit of it. She holds out her tongue as I squeeze out every last ounce, standing there in a daze, light-headed.
I slap my swollen head on her tongue a few times and then rub it along her cheek, wiping up my come with it. She starts licking it off of the tip of my prick and then swallows the head of my cock. I can feel her tongue cleaning all of it while I'm inside of her mouth.
I finally slip out of her. She holds out her tongue with a puddle of my jizz squarely in the middle of it, then closes and swallows it all. She opens back up to show me it's gone.
"You are one dirty bitch." I give her a post-fuck smile.
"That was fucking amazing." She gasps for air.
I hoist her back up under her arms, and she shimmies her skirt back down over her ass. I grab some paper towels and help her get the rest out of her hair.
We walk back out to the table—hair disheveled, both sweaty and panting. The waitress and a few others stare at us.
"Sorry, she lost a contact." I flash them a huge grin.
Olivia starts giggling as we near our table and I throw some cash down for my tab.
"Sorry, I have to get going. I have some stuff to get done in the morning."
She looks down at the ground and gives me a pouty lip. I don't like where this is going.
"You're leaving me already?"
"I'm really sorry. I have to get some sleep."
"But—"
I cut her off before she says something about wanting to go on a date, or even worse, that she loves me. Yes, it happens.
"Hang on." I grab a pen from the waitress and scribble down a fake number. I'm not even sure it has the right amount of digits.
"Give me a call, okay?"
"Okay." She's back to smiling.
Success.
Goddamn, I dodged a bullet there. I walk out of the bar into the cool night air, feeling like a new man.
You have to be more careful, Joel. The panty whisperer is nobody's boyfriend.
"CALM DOWN LIVI."
She sobs in front of me.
"I don't know why he would do that? Why would he give me a fake number?" Olivia is in tears.
Well, maybe if you didn't bang every decent looking guy who smiles at you. "I don't know, sweetie. Come here."
I wrap her up in a hug. She is a mess, and this guy is a fucking asshole. I mean, she shouldn't be fucking guys in the bathroom of bars and expect a relationship, but he could have at least humored her, let her down easy.
"I fucking hate him. We have to make him pay for this." She weeps into my shoulder, again.
Man, this guy did a number on her. Olivia is a sweet girl and the best of friends. I've known her since we were ten years old. But dealing with men is not her strong suit. She has no self-control. She falls hard as soon as she meets somebody, and always gives it up way too soon.
"Just give it time. You'll find a good guy."
"No, fuck him! Fuck that asshole. You have to get even with him for me. If anyone can, it's you. Guys always fall for you."
I really wish she'd make them work harder for it. She's a pretty girl with a lot to offer. Not to mention, watching them squirm in anticipation makes it way more fun.
She smiles, and I don't like where this is going.
"We're going to make him fall in love with you. And you're going to crush him." She paces back and forth across the living room.
"Look Liv, I think you're just upset and living in the moment. Just calm down and give it some time."
My words don't even register. She just stares at me. I have to say something. "Come on. I'm really busy. I have work and umm—"
"Please. For me?" She's begging now.
Great.
I can see I have no choice. She's not going to drop this. This is so childish, and I don't know why I'm about to agree to it. Maybe because she's always been there for me, and I have to admit, teaching this prick a lesson sounds pretty fun. He's clearly an arrogant douchebag.
"Fine. I'll do it."
She starts jumping up and down, clapping her hands. "Thank you!"
She's lucky I love her to death.
"The waitress said he's in there all the time. It's at McConnell's. Take Brandi with you. He's already met Jennifer. He had a friend with him last time and she can keep him occupied."
"Am I supposed to sit there every night? Waiting for a guy who may or may not come in? I have no idea what he looks like."
All I get is a stare in return. "You'll know when you see him. Trust me. He'll hit on you."
"Fine, but you're paying my bar tab for the week." I fold my arms across my chest.
"I will. I promise."
What am I getting myself into?
Brandi and I walk into the bar and head over to a corner booth. I'm in some jeans and a tight-fitting top. Nothing too over-the-top sexy, but it'll get the job done. Getting all dolled up isn't really my style.
We're ogled by a group of older men as we walk in. I smile to be polite, and we head to a table and sit down.
The waitress walks over and I order a scotch on the rocks. Brandi orders some kind of girly drink that will probably come with umbrellas and fruit.
"I can't believe I agreed to this shit. We don't even know what this guy looks like."
"He's fucking gorgeous. That's what Livi said anyway. She couldn't believe he even talked to them. Said he's about six-foot-two, built like an Olympic swimmer, brown hair, green eyes. Early thirties."<
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We'll see how fucking gorgeous he is. Olivia likes to embellish.
"So she really fucked him in the bar?" My lips mash into a thin line.
"In the bathroom. Well, according to her, he got her off under the booth, and then fucked her in the bathroom."
"Wow."
"She said it was incredible. Best she's ever had, by far."
What is she? This guy's cheerleader? We'll see how beautiful this asshole is when I'm done with him.
We've been there about an hour when Brandi starts tapping my shoulder repeatedly.
"Oh shit. Oh my god. That has to be him, act cool."
Act cool? I'm surprised she didn't wear some One Direction fan girl shirt.
Thank god this asshole turned up on the first night. Maybe my whole week won't be ruined. I turn around to see what all the fuss is about, and he pierces me with a pair of emerald-green eyes. Goddamn, they were telling the truth if that's him. He is a beautiful specimen if there ever was one. Fuck, he's hot.
"Wow." I bite my bottom lip, but stop as soon as I notice what I'm doing.
"He's fucking gorgeous." Brandi swoons in the booth.
It doesn't matter. I'm still going to teach this guy a lesson for fucking my friend over. A few unfamiliar butterflies rush into my stomach as I see him and his friend look over at us. I don't usually get nervous around men. I wipe my palms down my jeans. He turns back to talk to some people. I'm assuming they're regulars, but he keeps glancing back to me.
"He's coming over. He's coming over." Brandi is practically squealing, and I want to strap a muzzle on her.
"I got it. Just relax."
"Hi ladies." Fuck, even his voice is hot.
"Hello," says Brandi.
"I'm Joel."
Confirmation. It's him. Jesus my palms are still clammy. What in the hell?
"Ladies," says his friend.
I need to flirt with his friend. That always drives them crazy. His friend is semi-cute. I'd probably find him more attractive if he wasn't standing next to the most beautiful man I've ever seen.
I ignore Joel completely and look up at his friend. "What's your name?"
He looks shaken up a bit.
"Umm, Tommy." His eyebrows rise and then fall. He looks like he's sizing me up.
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