“Figured it was time for a cold one.” I’m here to check out a female. Not that I plan on alerting them or the fucking media to it, though. Keeping her to me will be tricky, but I’ll figure it out. None of these fuckers need a sample; that’s for damn sure.
Stacy, a part-time bar girl, sets a glass bottle down in front of me. It’s chilled enough that the amber colored glass is foggy, letting me know that she listened to me and grabbed it from the bottom of the beer cooler.
Taking the first sip, the alcohol hits my tongue like a burst of refreshing, icy bliss.God, I love it when bitches listen to me, and a good, cold beer.
“Would you like anything else to drink, Viking?” She cuts straight to it. Stacy doesn’t try the bullshit flirting or anything like that. Setting her straight on day one, I let her know that I’m not some ass clown in here she can fool. Since then, we’ve been cool, and I tip her better. Like tonight, this beer just got her a kick-ass tip.
“Nope, I’m good. How’s your night so far?”
“Same as always.” She smiles, and I nod. “If you decide to change it up, let me know.”
Handing her a five, she attempts to give me my change, but I ignore it. She smiles and then takes off back toward the bar.
Once Stacy’s out of my line of sight, my eyes searchherout. My gaze meetshers,and it hits me that she was already staring at me. I’m betting that she watched me from the moment I walked through the door.
Is she just checking me out? Or could she be jealous that Stacy was over here smiling? Nah, she’s way too happy right now to be the bitter type. She and the little friend she’s here with are playing a game of pool, giggling and drinking what looks like their second beer already.
Glancing around, I find that damn near every other motherfucker in the place is watching them as well. I haven’t even sampled her yet, and she already has my adrenaline spiking. I can’t remember a time when a chick has had my body humming like this, and especially it being from someone peeping on her.
A few scrawny bastards whistle as hot chick bends over to make her shot and my insides stir something fierce. My hands tingle, feeling like I could break a fool’s fingers one by one for touching her.
I don’t know if it’s ‘cause I haven’t fucked in a whole minute or what, but she’s got my dick wanting to stand loud and proud under this damn table. That’s the last thing I want my brothers popping off, giving me shit for right now. I’m going to let her have some fun with her friend for a little while before making a move. She’ll get a couple more drinks in her and probably loosen up some so she won’t bolt again when I speak to her.
Sipping my beers, the night drags on with me sitting quietly, attempting to learn everything about her from afar. My brothers start to notice my unusual drinking activity and eventually realize I’m not paying them any attention, but instead, giving it all to her. I can’t stop either.
The way her calves flex when she walks around the pool table in her sky-high shoes, makes me want to grab her wrists one handed, behind her back and bend her over. Then her long silky hair brushes the top of her ass every time she moves. It’s fucking taunting me, waiting for me to wrap it around my fist and pull it. Sweetheart has no idea the type of hell I’d put her through, to bring her pleasure.
Taking another swallow of beer, I imagine yet another way I’d have her. This time, she’d be on her knees, cheeks flushed and begging me to let her swallow my cum. Letting loose a growl at the image, my brothers turn to me, eyebrows cocked.
Nightmare hikes his lip up slightly, almost in a grin, but not completely. He doesn’t ever really smirk or smile. “Talk to her.”
Scot chuckles. “Aye laddie, the lass would probably love a good ride.” I shoot him a glare just as the hot chick shouts to her friend that she’s going to go out for a quick smoke. She glances at me briefly as she’s declaring it, almost like an invitation.
She saunters closer to our table and as she does, her lashes lower, and her lip slightly pouts. I already wanted that luscious mouth the first time I saw her. With that bottom lip out a bit, it’s doing fucking insane things to the rock hard cock in my jeans.
She checks me out from head to toe the entire time that she passes us. Swinging those hips a little too much, knowing damn well that she has every brother’s attention at our table. It’s so goddamn seductive and obvious; it hits me that it’s no innocent invitation. It’s a fucking dare. She doesn’t think I’ll actually go out there.Challenge accepted.
Like a dumbass, she strolls down the hallway toward the bathrooms. No doubt that she’s going out the back door to have a smoke all alone. Doesn’t she have any means of self-preservation? She can’t announce that shit and then amble on out alone.
Some guy posted up against the wall near the same hall, follows her, easily catching up. I watch as the idiot smiles all friendly-like and holds the door for her. It’s probably a good time to have my own smoke. I hadn’t seen him out in the bar, so I have no clue who the fuck he is.
“I’mma smoke.” Grumbling, I stand and think of squirrels in pink tutus to get my dick to go soft. The brothers nod, continuing with their conversation that I wasn’t paying any mind to.
Stopping along the way, the alcohol’s set in so I take a piss. Then head outside as well.
The door closes, engulfing the classic rock, leaving me in the quiet, humid night. Leaning against the building, I fish my cigarettes out of my front jeans pocket, shaking them so one pops out enough that I can put it straight to my lips. Shoving the packet back into my pocket, I dig my fingers around until they find my Zippo, and it comes out next.
Flipping the top open, I flick it, so the bright orange and blue flame comes to life as I cup my other hand around it, lighting my cigarette. Closing the lid, I stuff the non-descript metal Zippo back in my pocket and inhale a long, relieving drag, just as I hear the first low whimper.
Holding my breath and remaining still, my gaze starts to scan over everything around me. Nothing pops out, but I know what I heard. There’s a small brick building about twelve paces away, most likely for the bar storage. A dim light hangs from behind the poorly built structure, not doing much to illuminate the area.
A pained cry comes next, louder, echoed by another; this one tainted with anger. Off to the side of the storage, it’s shadowed, but I’m able to make out what looks to be a struggle happening.
Launching off the small porch, I bring the cigarette to my lips and inhale another deep drag before tossing it off into the gravel. With large, quick strides, I make my way over to the shadowed area. Remaining as quiet as possible, I creep the last few paces to get a good look at what’s going on. It could be a wild fuck for all I know, or it could be someone getting attacked.
The shady looking guy from the hallway has the blonde shoved up against the brick, ripping at her clothes. She’s not giving it freely, but fighting for her fucking life, pounding her petite fists into him over and over. He slams her into the building, frustrated, going for her lacey bra next and she emits a wounded whimper from impact, the sound stabbing into my soul.
Consumed by his dick, shady fuck hisses, “I’ve watched those bikers show up and take all the women around here, well not you. I’m fucking you, no matter if I have to kill you first or not.”