“Well, can I buy some?” She frowns with annoyance in her voice. I think she’s the one who the blonde girl called Beth.
“Sure, but you have to get the bosses approval.”
Well, shit.
I can just hear the rolling of the girl’s eyes as she asks, “Who’s the boss?”
Pointing to me, Missy says, “Right over there.”
Now Missy can distribute the tokens herself, but she loves to fuck with people.
Looking up from my bottle, I say, “What kind of music are you going to play?”
Beth has this mystified look on her face as she shrugs her shoulders. “Does it matter?”
“Yep.”
“Well…” she starts to say before stopping. I can tell she’s weighing whether or not she wants to keep talking to me.
She does, I know it.
It’s not like she didn’t feel that same fucking jolt in her body I got earlier. It went straight to my cock. I’ve been sitting here with half a fucking hard-on since I saw that delicate pink tongue come out of her mouth earlier.
But those fucking hazel eyes. Christ on a fucking pogo stick. Those damn things melt my fucking brain.
“Well?” I rasp out at her. Shit.
She smirks at me then. “Taylor Swift, and then probably something melodramatic like Lady Gaga.”
“Who the fuck are they?” I ask.
She looks at me as if I’m an alien or something. “What?”
“Who the fuck are those two people?”
Missy starts chuckling loudly. “They’re pop music, Johnathan.”
“Well, I doubt our jukebox even knows how to spell them then,” I say with a laugh.
She gets this blank look on her face and shakes her head. “Okay, give me some tokens and I will play something good.”
Lifting one eyebrow at her, I say, “Give her a couple of dollars worth, Missy. Let’s see what she’s got.”
“Great,” Missy mutters as she hands over the tokens.
Lifting my hand, I offer it to smiling girl. “Johnathan.”
She looks at it for a moment as if it were some type of snake. Fuck, I got a snake in my pants if she wants to see one.
Finally placing her soft, cool palm into mine, she says, “Beth. Thanks for the tokens.”
I swear to fuck I feel a shock of electricity go through my veins as I hold her hand. It goes straight to my cock. Fuck me.
A small cough from Missy shakes us both out of our stupor and I reluctantly let go of her hand.
A small smile lights up her beautiful face and she turns away from me. This close, I see that the loose bun she has her hair twisted up in is holding a huge amount of hair.
A quick image of her riding atop of my thick cock as her hair falls down, covering her breasts, streaks through my mind.
Her hips slowly roll as her tight pussy milks me…
Fuck, this chick is so mine tonight.
Turning back to the bar, I grab my bottle of beer and take a long cold drink. I need a cold shower. Fuck, I feel like I have three fucking legs right now.
She walks over to the jukebox and I watch as she gives her friend a hip check so that she can take over the music selection.
“Jesus, you like ‘em young,” Missy snickers.
“Yeah, you like ‘em fucking loaded.”
“Long as it’s loaded full of cum and money, I’m a happy girl.”
Shaking my head with a laugh, I try to take another drink of my beer before nearly spitting it out onto the bar in front of me.
Both Missy and I stare wide-eyed at each other then we slowly look over at Beth. She turns her head and smirks at me as the opening roar of Warrant’s song Cherry Pie blasts out of the speakers.
“Oh fuck, she’s going to be the death of you, Johnathan,” Missy howls with laughter as she gives a thumbs up to Beth.
Shaking my head, I turn back to my beer and drain half the bottle. “I need another shot.”
Snickering again at me, Missy nods. “Don’t go getting whiskey dick on the young girl.”
Beth does a good job of picking old rock and hair metal. I’ve never been a big fan of some of the stuff she chooses, but it opens my eyes. Either she’s got good taste in music or she’s so fucking lucky that she should be shitting out gold.
More of our regulars come into the bar, and at first, they give the girls a wide berth. They know not to fuck around with anyone in my bar.
Don’t matter who it is, people don’t fuck with each other in my bar unless it’s me doing the fucking around.
Soon enough, though, they’re treated just like everyone else. I see a couple of the guys eyeing the girls up, but none try to approach.
Might be the vibes I’m giving off. The Beth girl is mine, least for the fucking night she is.
Me and her got a thing we need to work out.