Piper (Managing Mischief Book 1)

by Emma Luna

  At times, I even question whether Piper sees us as in a relationship, if she would openly call me her boyfriend. We never really talked about it, it just happened this way and at first, I was scared that if I questioned her then maybe she would run. So instead, I put up with it and just follow the plan. At least that is what I have done every other night, but for some reason, tonight is different.

  Following my heart instead of my head, I do something that I have never done before and I go into Compendium. I need to see Piper for myself, see how she works, and who he is. Why did she choose him as a target? He's so much more high risk than normal, yet she dismissed that instantly. She chose the targets and I did as I was told. Until now.

  I twist the baseball cap I am wearing so that the front is now covering my face. I always run with it on backwards, holding the hair out of my eyes as I run. Now, I get to wear it to hide my face as much as possible. I can’t let anyone see me here. It could fuck up the plan but, for some reason, I just don’t care. I need to see how Piper does it.

  Making my way to the end of the bar closest to the door, I quickly assess my surroundings. I know that Piper will be in the crowd of people because it's easier to remain inconspicuous when surrounded by people, according to her. I don’t think she realises that her beauty stands out a mile.

  As I look over to the crowd in the middle of the dancefloor, I see what I knew I would, Piper dancing with her mark. I sit there, mesmerised, as I watch the sway of her hips and the way she throws her head back in laughter that I know to be fake. But the way her hands travel over the contours of her body, as she feels the silkiness of her dress, knowing there is nothing beneath is a heady sensation for her. I can see the fire in her eyes and I can’t deny that seeing her move like that has my heart beating like a drum and my dick begging to get free.

  These feelings are quickly replaced by ones of anger and sheer rage as I watch the guy she is with put his hands on her. Even from here I can see that Piper freezes, even for the minutest of seconds before she puts her mask back into place. But it’s the way he runs his hands over her body, the way he kisses her, and the way she clearly responds to him in a way that most definitely is not faked.

  I knew what the plan entailed. Piper always told me honestly about the type of things she would need to do in order to gain control over the mark, but hearing about it is completely different to seeing it with my own two eyes.

  I can’t pull my attention away from it, seeing them together is like looking at a disaster and yet, I can’t seem to look away. Until a gentle cough pulls my attention and I find the woman behind the bar staring at me.

  “Can I get you anything?”

  It’s obvious that she has asked me more than once because she has a look of impatience on her face. I turn to face her fully, to make it less obvious what I was really doing. I’m shocked to find such a young girl behind the bar. She barely looks old enough to work here. Her naturally red hair is pulled back into a bun, but there are wisps of hair flying around her face giving off the truly dishevelled look. Her cheeks are flushed red and there are beads of sweat dotted across her forehead.

  As she waits for me to acknowledge her, she stretches and winces as though she is in pain and has been standing for a while. I try to ignore the way her arched back pushes her cleavage out further in her white tank top. She’s no Piper, but there’s no denying that she is a good looking girl. Who right now is staring at me like I might be having problems understanding what she is saying. I can see the war in her eyes as she glances around the mass of patrons trying to get served, getting more and more irate the longer she spends with me. I realise I’m being a dick and I snap out of my anger at seeing Piper in that way.

  “Sorry, miles away. Can I just get a Diet Coke, please?” I ask, throwing her a smile that I can see momentarily stuns her. She smiles back at me and I’m shocked to see the way it lights up her face, making her look a lot older now than before.

  “Coming right up.” She busies herself getting a glass, filling it with ice and a slice of lemon before taking the soda dispenser and holding it over my glass. She doesn’t even look as she fills it slowly, instead her eyes are boring into mine.

  “I wouldn’t say you were miles away. More like a few feet, or however far it is to reach the dancefloor from here. Do you know her?” she asks and I’m momentarily startled. My heart starts to race and I start to panic that I have just fucked up this plan. I can’t tell Piper that we have to call it off, she will be so pissed. I have to fix this and make it seem like I was never here.

  “Who? The blonde?” I ask nonchalantly. The eye roll I get from the bartender shows me I clearly wasn’t being as smooth as I hoped.

  “Yes, the blonde with the gorgeous figure that you were so caught up in before that you couldn’t even hear me speak. Did you even hear me introduce myself?”

  “Erm… no, sorry. Look, I space out sometimes, that’s all. What did you say your name was again?” I try to act as polite as possible but she isn’t buying it. It’s written all over her face and I need to think of something fast.

  “I said my name was Lena. I also said that you either know that woman, or you are shit out of luck because given the way they are practically dry fucking each other on the dance floor, I’m guessing they will be leaving together.” A laugh bursts out of me and despite the seriousness of the situation, and the sheer rage I feel at the mention of Piper and him together, I do admire the bluntness to this petite girl. She doesn’t pull her punches and she obviously sees everything. That’s really dangerous for us, but there's just something about her.

  “Well, Lena, I can assure you it is neither of those things. I was actually, believe it or not, checking out her tattoo. I’m a tattoo artist and the mandala design used on the rat at the top of her thigh is beautiful. Obviously it’s completely fake, but I was thinking it would make an amazing piece.” I smile directly at Lena, using the smile Piper always calls my panty-melting smile. The one she says I need to learn how to use to get me out of trouble with women. So I figured there is no better time than right now to practice because I think I am very fucked here.

  Visibly startled, Lena bites on her lower lip and her eyes glaze over. She appears to be almost squirming and I wonder if Piper was right about the power of the smile. Hell, I should know by now that she is always fucking right. I lean forward, closing the distance between us as much as possible with a bar in the way, and I watch as she leans in towards me. It’s time to use some of the smooth talking abilities Piper has been teaching me to get out of this shitty situation.

  “Besides, blondes really aren’t my type,” I say in my deepest, husky voice when I get as close to her ear as I can.

  I watch as the shiver ripples down her spine and her eyes fire up with a darkness that can only indicate passion. It’s also impossible not to notice the way her nipples have become hard as rocks, straining to break free of her tight white top. The more I look at her, particularly combining the disheveled look with the horny appearance I just helped to create, she now looks as though she has just had a good, hard fuck. And I would be lying if I said that this thought didn’t make my cock stir to life.

  I mentally have to slap myself to remind me of why I am here, but more importantly why I shouldn’t be here.

  “Oh,” is all she says as she hands over the glass of Diet Coke, which I am suddenly in desperate need of. My throat feels parched, almost like I am flirting with Lena for real and the way my body is responding isn’t just a natural reaction.

  I quickly dismiss that theory. This is all about Piper. Clearly, I am pissed at the way she is behaving with that pretty boy and as a result I was reflecting that onto Lena. I need to get out of here. Handing over some cash, I wait patiently for her to walk to the till and come back with my change.

  As she walks to the cash register in the middle of the bar, I wince as it sounds like she is walking the gauntlet. Drunk and thirsty people that are around three or four rows deep surrounding the bar are s
houting at Lena. Some are merely trying to get her attention to get served next. Others are taking out their frustrations by letting her know that she has taken too long serving me. Some even go as far as to call her a whore and tell her to pick up men in her own time.

  The filthy look she gets from the ugly, round, little man who is also standing behind the bar is laughable. He is working even slower than she is, and he definitely doesn’t look like he wants to be there. In fact, he looks like he barely knows how to pull a pint, yet for some reason, he is behind the bar and given the scowl on his face, he is hating every minute.

  He walks over to Lena, looks between her and me and begins to whisper in her ear. I am too far away to hear anything, and I am also too focused on tipping my cap to cover my face slightly more. The less people that recognise me and know that I am here the better.

  Obviously whatever he says to Lena has her pissed because her back is ram-rod straight and her shoulders and pulled back tightly. Plus the disgust ripples across her face, no doubt as a result of his proximity. Once he is finished whatever lecture he is giving her, she picks up the change out of the till and walks back towards me.

  “Everything okay?” I ask before I have even realised what I am saying. I need to get out of here, not draw myself in further. But there’s something about Lena, a quality that makes her need to be protected.

  “Yeah, don't worry about it. He’s a shit boss but I’m used to it. Here’s your change, I have to get back to work. But here, take this,” she says as she thrusts a ripped up, scratty piece of bar mat in my direction.

  Unfolding it, I see the word Lena with a phone number underneath. I look up, realising what this is, and the flush red blush that spreads across her cheeks is adorable. She seemed so sure of herself before, yet now uncertainty laces her features. I want to help with that, I want to say thank you and react like a normal guy would to being picked up. But I’m not normal, I have Piper.

  “I’m sorry. I have a girlfriend,” I say gently, not wanting to hurt this girl who has been nothing but kind to me. I reach over to give her back the bar mat with her number on, but she shakes her head.

  “You keep it, you never know when you might need it.” She smiles at me and I want to argue. I want to tell her that I won't be changing my mind, but I don’t. Instead, I put the mat into my pocket and give her a smile and a thanks. Who knows when I might need a friend, I guess.

  Lena goes to turn away as I down the last of the drink I bought, knowing I need to get out of here as fast as I possibly can. I need to get the plan back into action. I need to think about Piper. But Lena stops, turns to face me and smiles.

  “Do you have a name?”

  “It’s Ollie,” I say. I know I should have lied, I know she shouldn’t know who I really am. For legal reasons, there should be nothing that ties me to this club at all, but that all goes out the window when she asks. It’s like a compulsion and I have to tell her.

  “Nice to meet you, Ollie,” shouts Lena as she chuckles and walks to the other side of the bar. I give her a genuine smile this time and raise my now empty glass in a weird salute to the girl.

  I look over to make sure that I have still been hidden from Piper, and that I still have time to get the plan back on track. So I quickly put all thoughts of the cute redhead behind the bar out of my head, and focus on my perfect Piper. For just a split second, I worried that Piper was looking right at me, but I know it wasn’t me. She was probably assessing how busy the bar is. But that's not a chance I can or should be taking. So without any further distractions I leave the bar, grab Piper’s car, and head back home to sort out the rest of Pipers plan.

  Seven

  Piper

  Chance’s gaze is now flitting comically quickly between mine, Ollie’s, and my babies and then he starts to laugh. His shrill echo fills the room and his laugh becomes hysterical and tears of fear stream down his face. I just ignore him completely. Bending down, I kiss him tenderly on the cheek as I whisper, “Thank you,” into his ear. Making my way over to the raised, large bed on the other side of the room, I turn to look over my shoulder and I see that all eyes are on me, just what I was hoping.

  Swaying my hips lightly as though there’s a slow, sensuous song playing around us, instead of the one I can only hear in my head. Pulling the side zipper down on my black silk dress, it hangs a little looser now, but doesn’t fall straight away. With my back still to my audience, I smile as I pull my arm out of the strap, using my other arm to hold on to the silky fabric. Swapping arms, I repeat the process whilst keeping hold of the fabric and ensuring my important bits are covered, for now. The black fabric ripples down my body like a dark flowing waterfall and I can’t help but admire my body as I look down. This part is always my favourite. I can feel the electricity in the room, the tension as everyone awaits my cue for what will happen next. I savour it, and take my time as I slowly drop the dress to the floor. Since I was already not wearing any panties or a bra, I’m now standing completely naked with my back to everyone. My hair is flicked back covering a lot of my back, but there is no denying the sexy curve of my arse and my thighs that look elongated in the heels I’m still wearing. The room is deathly silent, so quiet you could hear a pin drop and I smile. My nipples are hard as nails and throbbing. I reach up to them and give them a squeeze as I glance over my shoulder to make sure that I still have everyone's attention.

  Despite the fact Chance is fighting it, the heat in his eyes is as plain as day, he looks disgusted with himself. But as my eyes glance to his very erect cock, his eyes follow the path mine takes and he sees his body's reaction to me. Seeing his erect cock encourages me to squeeze my nipples and tug on them the way I would do his cock. The moan rips out of my throat and fills the room. A spark of heat spreads down to my pussy and I have to rub my legs together to help with the aching desperation I feel. Chance’s cock bobs around and becomes painfully hard at the sound of my moan. The purple, bulbous head is large and strained, glistening with the wetness of his pre-cum. An aching need to taste him comes over me and I lick my lips at the thought of lowering my warm, wet mouth onto Chance’s very swollen appendage. Pulling on my nipples as I think of this, I almost move my finger to my pussy, but am stopped by a masculine cough that brings me back into the moment.

  I look up and Ollie’s staring at me with a confused expression. There’s undoubtedly a heat and serious passion flaring in his bright blue eyes, yet he looks perplexed. This is a game we have played numerous times, so much so we have the practice down to the point that it is almost routine. Which is why Ollie looks so confused. This is going off script. What he doesn’t know is that I play the game with him for some unknown reason, yet most of the time before we met, I used to enjoy the men. I don’t like the way Ollie’s eyes are studying me, like he’s searching for something he won’t find. He also looks hurt I’m looking at Chance with sex on my mind. Normally, this type of thing wouldn’t bother me and I’m pissed at myself that I have given Ollie the power to influence me the way that he does. There is a time when I wouldn’t have given a shit about what Ollie thought and I would have gone over there and blew Chance whilst looking straight into Ollie’s eyes. Yet the thought of doing that right now, the pain I know it would cause Ollie, creates a strange sensation in my gut. It’s almost like I feel something, which is really strange for me. In fact, it’s freaking me the fuck out. I have gone a very long time without feeling and I don’t need to start now.

  Pushing my attention away from both sets of eyes that are staring at me, I walk backwards and sit on the bed. Sliding back slightly, I give myself enough room to pull my legs up to rest on the bed too. Bending my knees enough so that my feet can reach the bed, I spread my legs as wide as I can. Now, I’m sitting on the middle of the bed with my knees bent, legs open as wide as possible and one of my hands still plays with a nipple. As the cold air hits my now very exposed clitoris, it starts to pound with an intense need to be touched but I deny myself, for now. Feeling myself becoming wet at the
idea of what's next, I smile up at Ollie. Although he has the usual reserved and sad smile that he wears on his face at this stage every time, he still understands the command and he carries it out.

  Chance doesn’t even realise Ollie has moved into the corner of the room, his eyes are fixated on my pussy. It’s almost like he’s trying to will the lips to open with his mind. He wants to see my pulsating clit and watch as moisture drips from it. There will be time for that, but I’m not sure how much of his attention I will have then. So, I relent, giving him just a tiny bit of what he wants.

  Lowering my hand to my now sensitive and wet folds, I start by gently sliding my finger through the centre to part them and spread the moisture from my entrance to my clit. As the wetness on my finger rolls over my clit, I can’t help the little moan that escapes. The little bundle of nerves is extremely sensitive and even with the slightest contact, it feels as though the electricity spreads throughout my whole body, lighting it up and bringing me to life. I feel the most alive that I have felt since the last time I did this and I can’t stop the euphoria from spreading over me.

  Looking over at Chance, I see that he is ensnared by the path my finger is taking and his eyes keep flitting between watching my finger travel up and down the length of my folds and staring at my face, no doubt watching the way my eyes glisten with hunger and yearning while my cheeks flush with the heat that is enveloping my whole body. Not to mention the way my teeth bite down on my lip to try and hold back the inevitable moans that always seem to escape. Chance obviously likes what he sees, despite his compromised position because his eyes are almost black with desire. His chest is rising in short, sharp pants as he breathes. Trailing my eyes over his body that’s now coated with a fine layer of sweat, it’s impossible not to notice that his cock is bigger than before. Sitting against his abdomen, it looks large, purple, and incredibly angry. The pre-cum I noticed before seems to have doubled in quantity and just the very thought of it has my mouth salivating.