Without Consequence

by Michelle Corchis

  “Damn, you’re a real firecracker, aren’t you,” he chuckled.

  “I’m not a firecracker, but you are a total buffoon if you think, for one minute, that you’re not paying to replace this suit,” I sneered. He stood in front of me, as the humor faded from his face. I was about ready to call security when he grabbed my arm and pulled me over to the sink. He ripped some paper towels off the roll and wet them, and tried to wipe away the coffee that had by now, ruined my suit. Not only that, but he copped a feel, smirking at me, and before I had a chance to think, I slapped him across the face. Angry red lines raised on his cheek as he stared at me with rage.

  “Oh no,” I feigned shock, “Please don’t be mad.” Of course, I said this in jest, because, well, I didn’t give a damn what he thought. “Now, get out of my way and don’t touch me again.”

  “Honey, you couldn’t pay me enough to touch you,” he grunted. My mouth fell open at his remark, and the man behind me laughed. I rounded on him, and he held his hands up in surrender. “Go play lawyer, Princess,” the brooding jerk scoffed.

  “This is not over!” I picked up my things and walked down the corridor to my office.

  Lydia was standing with a hand over her mouth, “What happened, Darcy?” She asked, concerned, but wit a touch of humor edged her lips, but I didn’t answer as I closed the door behind me. Now, I had to go home and change. That would be another hour wasted because of this construction guy, who also made me late for work.

  Who did he think he was, anyway?

  CHAPTER 3

  Darcy

  “Hey, Darc!” Lydia broke through the fog of my day just as I was finishing up some paperwork. I looked up and smiled, “You're meeting us down at Lefties tonight, right?” she asked, and I nodded yes. “Great, see you there in an hour.”

  I rang through to Charlee’s office, “Hey girl, you ready for some fun?” I don’t think I heard her hang up before she was at my door. “Wow, you’re in a good mood,” I observed. To be honest, this girl was the eternal optimist; she always had a kind word for everyone she met. Well, except for my aunt.

  “Oh, I forgot to tell you, when I was at lunch today, I met a guy,” she gushed. Oh great, another As the World Turns— Charlee style.

  “You did? Here at the office?”

  “Uh, sort of, he’s meeting us at the bar. I’m so excited for you to meet him.”

  “Please tell me he’s not sleazy or anything like that,” I muttered as she grimaced. “Okay, he must have a job if you met him at the office.”

  “Oh, stop being a party pooper, Darcy, lighten up, and live a little.”

  “Live a little? Geez, Charlee, we’ve grown up together and been through a lot, but I don’t need you judging me, okay.

  Oops, that riled her feathers. “Look, Darcy Fitzwilliam, you’ve had a burr up your crack all day!” That made me burst out laughing. “No, it’s not funny! What this is, is a cry for fun.” Oh damn, she was on a roll. “When was the last time we went out that didn’t have to do with the firm?” I shrugged because it was too long ago to remember.

  “See, that’s what I’m saying. Fun, we need fun, oh and booze, and men,” Charlee giggled.

  “Men? I didn’t shave my legs this morning, Char,” I winked at her. “Maybe I’ll get lucky and meet a rodeo clown, they don’t seem too picky.”

  She chuckled and shook her head, “I’ll be ready in five, okay.”

  “Yeah,” I said, as Charlee disappeared down the hall and into her office. I gathered up my things and checked in the mirror to see if my makeup had stayed in place, I began to wonder just who Charlee met that had her panties in a wad. There was no way I was going to Lefties tonight and picking someone up. Though I had lied because I can’t stand hairy legs… I meant my legs.

  ~~~

  Charlee and I walked into Lefties, and the bartender whistled to see what we wanted to drink. “Don’t whistle at us,” the words came out before Charlee could stop me.

  “Ooo, someone had a rough workday,” he muttered from his perch behind the bar.

  “Don’t,” Charlee said as she pushed me toward the washroom. “Listen to me, Darcy, we’re here to have fun tonight. If it kills me, you are going to laugh, dance, and drink,” she uttered with finality. “You better not ruin this night with your crappy attitude.”

  “I don’t have a crappy attitude. Why would you say that to me?” She began fluffing my hair and took the lipstick from her purse to put on me. “Uh, no,” I told her, “I’ll have fun, but I’m not wearing that dreadful red.” Charlee gave me a look, and I nodded because when she set her mind to it, there wasn’t much you could do but agree with her. She smiled, and that’s why we are best friends. Charlee had a natural way about her to calm, even the most anxious of people, namely me.

  ~~~

  “Okay, my turn to buy the round,” Lydia’s voice carried over the din of the bar. Our food was served, but we were already on round three and feeling mighty good. Tim, the bartender, set them shots on the table, but instead of one for each of us, there were two.

  “I ordered us one shot,” Lydia stated.

  “Oh, yeah, no worries, ladies. The guy in the black leather at the bar ordered you an extra round,” he winked. “Well,” Charlee smiled, “Who are we to shun a good shot from a fine man.” Without a second thought, we toasted to friendship and downed both of them.

  Charlee got up and pulled me toward the dance floor, along with Lydia taking up the rear. The three of us grinding against each other like it was a free for all orgy. I looked through the faces, and it seemed that we had some admirers watching as we danced.

  It reminded me of a Dennison of wolves, licking their lips and waiting in the shadows just chomping at the bit. Hmm, then I realized, I was piss-drunk off my ass. Charlee met up with her guy, he looked familiar, but I couldn’t place him. Of course, I wasn't even sure if my name at this point.

  My thoughts faded away when a pair of strong hands hooked onto my waist. I wanted to turn around and see who it was, but he held me with my back to his front. I had no idea who it was, but damn he had some serious hip action going on, not to mention the hard bulge poking e in my lower back.

  He brought one hand around my chest, grinding against me. “What’s your name,” he muttered in a deep, gruff voice that sent shivers over my body. His teeth grazed my earlobe, and I reached down, grabbing his leg as I moaned. “You are so god damn hot,” he grunted, pushing me away from the dance floor, and down a dark, narrow hallway.

  He slammed my body against the wall and pulled my hands over my head, “Mmm, that’s it.” God, I wanted him to relieve the ache between my legs. I wanted him to rip my clothes off and take me right here. My rationality and all my ‘Darcy’ thoughts abandoned me as I rubbed my thighs together.

  His hand slid between my legs, and I gasped when he dragged his fingers along the lace of my panties. The sound he made sent spirals of heat dancing over my skin. I tried to catch my breath, but it was useless, as he pushed my hair to one side.

  His fingers played me like an instrument, but when his other hand went to the front of my short black mini dress, my legs almost gave out. He held me against the rough surface, and I was sandwiched between his hard body and the wall. Heaven wasn’t far, I could almost touch it as his fingers strummed along.

  “God, what I wouldn't give to have your legs wrapped around my neck,” he groaned, and I took a deep, steadying breath. His thumb slid between my butt cheeks and pressed on the magic button.

  Fuck, it was something I'd never experienced before, the stimulation was like a bomb going off inside me, and I couldn’t hold back. I screamed through an orgasm that was like no other, and he had no intention of letting me bask in the torrent that had just ripped through my body.

  I tried to push his hand away, only to have him whisper in my ear, ‘I'm not finished yet, babe.’ He said breathily while stroking my sensitized flesh.

  “No, it's too… ” that was all I could say when my body collided wit
h the hard bulge in the pants of the man behind me, and I came so hard it knocked the air out of me. He tilted my ass up and continued to dry humped me, as the sound of him sucking his fingers got me aroused again.

  How I could even get so turned on by any of this was just plain crazy! But here I was, with a guy I'd never met before, grinding on me, sucking the fingers he'd just fucked me with and talking all kinds of fucking dirty hot.

  His breathing became heavy as he pushed me hard against the wall, sucking my neck. “Fuck, you're a Goddess, babe. Your taste will be with me forever.” The deep timbre of his voice caressed my ear as he spoke, “I’d love to fuck you with my tongue,” he stated as his words ripped through me into another orgasm that rocked both our bodies. I gasped for air as his hands slipped from my body, leaving only cool breeze at my back.

  Who was this vixen that had taken over the practical side of my brain! Why was I letting this man do this? Who was he? There wasn’t a logical answer, except I didn’t think for once, and it just plain felt too good. That wouldn’t comfort me later when I remembered that I let a perfect stranger finger fuck me against a wall in an overcrowded bar.

  The warmth of his lips brushed against my neck, and soon after that, the warm body that held me was suddenly gone. I turned toward the breeze and watched as the figure of a tall man walked out a back door and into the night air. Oh, my God, was that him? He brought me to the edge of bliss, and I tumbled over three times, and I didn’t even ask him his name.

  ~~~

  “There you are,” Charlee’s voice drew my attention away from the sexy, deep-voiced man with the magic fingers. “You didn’t even get to meet the guy I told you about. He was here, but just left.”

  The fog lifted a bit, and I smiled at my friend, “Next time, okay.” I told her to ease her mind as I wobbled into the bathroom.

  “Geez, Darc, you’re all flushed,” she proclaimed. “I think I should drive you home.” She tilted her head while assessing me, making me feel like an experiment, “You’ve had way too much to drink tonight.” Without waiting to recognize the signs of the orgasmic folly, I barricaded myself in a stall, locking myself in, while leaning against the door.

  “What the,” I muttered under my breath and grabbed a wad of toilet paper to wipe away the come leaking down my inner thigh.

  “Did you say something?” Char asked, knocking on the stall door.

  “No, just talking to myself.” Sometimes she could be worse than my overbearing parents. The good thing was, I was still on a high those divine orgasms gave me or should I say the guy who gave them to me. That got me to thinking, why didn’t he let me look at him? He smelled so good and had a body that felt like sculpted marble, so why be mysterious? Oh God, his voice alone was so sexy that my body ached for whatever he wanted from me.

  “I'm fine,” I clarified while exiting the bathroom and took in her stance in my alcohol addled brain. Charlee was propped on a sink with her arms crossed, muttering something that I didn't need nor want to hear… I mean, sometimes she didn’t know when to stop. “Are you sure?” she asked as I pushed my hair behind my ears, then she froze, and her mouth fell open.

  “What?” my brows hiked up as her eyes widened. “Why are you looking at me like?”

  Charlee covered her mouth and pointed to my neck with her index finger. I turned to look in the mirror and caught the blazing mark on my skin, and I immediately covered it up, all the while avoiding her gaze.

  She cleared her throat, “Is there something you want to tell me?” she asked with a touch of excitement.

  “Nope,” was all I said as I walked to the door and pulled it open.

  “Fine, let’s order something greasy to eat,” and I looked behind me to see where Charlee was, “Come on, girl.” She turned me around and made sure my hair was covering the mark, then we walked out of the bathroom together.

  ~~~

  An hour later, I was home, Charlee drove me back and had Lydia drive my car. Then Char would drive Ly home. “I’ll call you tomorrow, Darcy,” she wiggled her brows and giggled as the gusty fall wind blew my hair in my face.

  “Sure, it’s probably good that we don’t work on Saturdays.” I waved goodbye and pulled my keys from my purse, unlocking the front door.

  Thank God I was home. I pushed off the stilettos and tossed my bag on the entryway hall bench. It looked rather inviting, and I plopped down on the overstuffed blue cushion. My head fell in my hands as I tried to make sense of what happened tonight and how I was going to find out who the hell the guy was, and oh yeah, how I was going to have more of what he gave me tonight.

  ***

  At some point, I passed out on the bench, when I woke up my mouth felt like a cross between a cat's tongue sandpaper, not to mention that the dizzying effect of the alcohol kept my world spinning out of control.

  I sat up and ended up kissing the wood floor, “Ouch.’ I hissed and tried to get my legs to work. My dignity was demolished as my dress hiked up around my waist, and I thanked God that I was alone. Or so I thought until I heard a bubble of laughter, which startled the hell out of me.

  “You really shouldn’t drink, Darc,” I groaned, recognizing the voice of my brother.

  “What are you doing here, Austen?” I asked him. Besides, he had way to much fun at my expense.

  “I’m rather enjoying you drunk,” he snorted and linked his hands behind his head. “You had some fun tonight, huh? Good for you,” he smirked. I growled at him while he helped me up off the floor. “Come on, sis,” Austen carried me to my room and sat me on the edge of my bed. “Mom and dad don’t know I’m home, so I’m crashing in your guest room,” and he left me sitting by myself as he closed the door.

  Then I curled up on my comforter and fell asleep.

  **

  The morning didn’t find me much better. My head felt like a coconut in a vise, and a bitter taste lingered in my mouth.

  A loud knock on my bedroom door, followed by it bouncing off the wall behind it, made my head ring. “Darcy, wake up. It’s ten in the morning. Dad is here with some construction guys to measure your room.”

  I groaned and rolled to the edge of my bed, “Fine, let me get in the bathroom,” I shrieked and fell on my face as I tried to get out of my bed.

  “Geez, Darc,” Austen yelled, coming over to help me up. “What the hell did you drink last night?” Before I could answer, the door to my room was filled with my dad and a bunch of men. To be honest, it could’ve been one, but my vision was still foggy from the night before.

  Austen pushed me behind him so that I could pull my dress down, which resulted in me tripping over my damn feet. I ended up face-first on the floor with my ass up in the air. Austen grabbed the blanket off my bed and threw it over me. And when I say he threw it over me, I mean, even over my head. This was beyond embarrassing—but the real kicker was the groan that sounded from my father.

  Oh, please, dear Lord, take me now.

  “Just give us a minute, okay,” Austen told them. “Just let me get her up, and then you can get those measurements.”

  “Thanks, I owe you one,” I smiled as he closed the door. I retreated to the bathroom and peeled off my clothes, submerging myself in a renewing shower. Wishing I could do the same with the last twenty-four hours—just wash it down the drain.

  CHAPTER 4

  Elijah

  After we finished at the law office, Jon told me he met some woman today and that we were meeting her at some hoity-toity bar that I had never been to before. It wasn’t like him to go out of his way to play with some girl he just met, but this one had snagged his curiosity.

  The bouncer was a complete douchebag, all pumped up on roids and playing Mr. Tough Guy. In all honesty, I was a quiet person, attracting attention wasn’t something that I liked, but this guy pissed me off.

  “Hey, show me your I.D. buddy,” he commanded. Jon pulled out his wallet and showed him that we were of age, yeah, by like ten years. “Where’s your I.D. buddy,” he sneered at me.<
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  “It’s obvious that I’m older than nineteen,” I hissed. The guy grabbed the front of my shirt and Jon jumped in before a fight broke out, “Here’s his driver's license,” I grabbed my wallet out of his hand.

  “Don’t touch my shit, bro,” I seethed at my brother as the door guy chuckled and tossed my license on the ground.

  To say I was pissed was putting it mildly, “Pick it up,” I said and clenched my jaw. “I’ll knock your damn head off if you don’t pick it up!”

  “Is that so, tough guy?” He called over a group of replicas from inside the door to stand at his side.

  “Yeah,” I sneered.

  I bunched up my fingers together and cocked my fist back to smash the asshole in the head, but Jon grabbed me. “No worries, guys, everything is good.”

  He pushed me toward the entrance, to which I shrugged him off and rounded on him, “Don’t ever do that to me again, Jon. Christ, you’re my brother, but you had no right to step over me. I’m not a fucking kid,” I fumed. Jon just stared at me as if he didn’t hear I word I said.

  “Look, Eli, it’s not worth getting the shit kicked out of you and probably spending a night in jail.”

  The music was so loud that I bearly heard what he said to me, “Yeah, well next time I’m going to take someone out. Don’t ever stick your nose in my shit.”

  My eyes fixed on the dance floor, to the three women that were grinding on one another. Well, if it wasn’t Ms. Uptight herself, “Who the hell are you meeting here, bro?” I asked Jon.

  “That one, on the left,” he pointed to the blonde with ‘towel girl’ from this morning.

  “Are you shitting me?” I crowed.

  “Nah, I wouldn’t joke about that.” A half-smirk lit his eyes as he locked his gaze on them. I looked around and wasn’t too surprised to see every guy in the place and a few of the women watching them.

  “I’m getting a beer,” I grunted and pushed through the throng of gawkers to get to the bar. “Can I get a Blue,” I hollered, and the bartender nodded. He sat it down in front of me, “There you go, want a glass?”