by M. C. Mayo
Chapter 1
Smoke filled the aging bar and grill as the band played on. It wasn't on fire and smoking inside was not allowed. The band was using a fog machine as a prop because they thought it was cool. They played covers decently, but their originals didn't connect with most of the audience.
The bar was beginning to show its age as the owner neglected even the most basic of maintenance. Dirty tables, filthy bathrooms, and half of the lights were either burned out or missing completely. Broken tables and chairs in bar fights were repaired with duct tape. The lonesome jukebox stood in a corner unplugged. Its plastic face was cracked in three spots and had been retired for months. The latest health inspection displayed in a frame was rated a "C".
This once-thriving business turned to shit over the last six months. Doug, the owner was clearly depressed after his wife divorced him. He spent more time drinking at the bar with his friends as time went on. His ex-wife was the personality of the business and she ran a good ship. She relinquished the bar while she took him to the cleaners. Doug had a problem keeping his help with each passing month. They use to have ten relatively good-looking women working in the bar and serving the tables. Now they were down to three rugged-looking women and five guys rotating long shifts. The bartenders had been skimming the register night after night and Doug was looking for answers in the bottom of one of his bottles.
The somewhat affluent area south of South Mountain here in Phoenix was prime real estate. Professional sports figures, both active and retired live here. Even a prominent CEO from the tech industry calls the area home. Just because you have a great location in the perfect area does not guarantee success.
Doug and his friends liked the fights. They were becoming more frequent as time passed. That all changed in one night when a middle-aged couple was being harassed by an obnoxious drunken threesome I dubbed "the three stooges." These idiots were assaulting this couple while the owner and his employees sat back to enjoy the show.
I had seen enough and stepped in to help the couple from being harmed any further. In less than a minute the three stooges were being dragged out of the restaurant while the customers cheered.
"I'm going to sue you for everything you have!" The woman shouted.
“This bar is the only thing I have left bitch. Go ahead and take it!”
“I run Beef and Brews asshole. You can't run shit…” Doug laughed.
"I have witnesses you piece of shit. Give me your companies insurance information." Her husband stood next to her holding his ribs while blood was dripping from his nose.
Doug's face paled a little bit as she asked for his insurance. If I was correct in my assessment of the bar and its declining standards, this may be an opportunity to save this neighborhood bar and grill. I saw my chance.
"I will buy this bar from you right now Doug"
"The fuck you will!" was his reply.
I turned to the woman and asked what she would value of the bar at.
“$500,000 as it sits, a cool million after some renovations."
Turning back to Doug, I went on to complete my proposal. “$500,000 and you walk away with something, or she sues your ass and you lose it all with nothing in your pocket, your choice."
An hour later I was the proud new owner of a restaurant I didn't even know how to run. Carrie and Hank stuck around to see the deal being made. We exchanged numbers and I invited them to my house after Hank received the medical attention he needed.
Carrie had worked hard to get where she was in her current position. I explained my predicament about not knowing the business and offered to take them on as partners. They promised to meet with me to discuss the opportunity. Doug would close the bar down for the final time that night. A week later I would have the keys and start on the renovations needed.
Carrie called the next day. Her and Hank were coming over to talk.
Their finances were in order. They were looking to retire in another ten years. The main concern was keeping their portfolio diversified and remain invested as equal partners. We settled on a deal that worked for both parties. I would handle the upgrades and they would run it.
Hank was ex-military who had fed thousands of troops. Carrie had a background serving tables in her younger years, but moved into management ten years ago. Now they were owners and in charge of their own destiny. With the financial part out of the way, I went on to explain my experience in the restaurant over the countless times I ventured into the jungle, as I called it. After plenty of names were discussed, Defenders was born. It suited our situation and our goal was to make sure people had a safe place to enjoy themselves. Carrie, Hank and I, became great friends after our initial encounter with the three stooges. She was like the sister I never had.
Chapter 2
It was Friday, February 14th. I was spending another night at Defenders. It had been closed for a month while the renovations took place. When it reopened, everything was updated including the name. Carrie had done the recruiting and set up a well-experienced crew. The old jukebox was repaired and set with music for our neighborhood crowd. The entire bar was reworked with new speed wells and everything needed to make the bartenders more efficient. A new nitrous tank that automatically sent a signal to a company would insure we never ran out, and our beer was consistently pouring just above freezing. All new tables and chairs we brought in and the layout completely reworked.
Just after 8pm the new band was setting up. They aren't bad, but you wouldn't bet on them making it big. Since the regulars consistently mentioned how much they liked them though, we keep them on for the busy nights. The locals flock to the restaurant every weekend and we do a decent amount of business during the week. Being that it was Valentine's Day, the place seemed to have more couples than usual.
I was people watching while playing trivia on one of the big screens when I noticed one of the patrons having a hard time. The woman was keeping to herself and looking at the door as if she was waiting for someone all night. By this time, she had finished her dinner without her company present. Noticing her natural beauty, I could only wonder what sort of idiot would stand this woman up.
One of the inebriated men was trying to hit on the woman and was getting rebuffed. He didn't appear to know when no meant no, which I have witnessed countless times over the years. These incidents don't happen much around here anymore, and someone had to deal with it. I grabbed the guy from behind his neck and lifted him off the ground as my other hand went around his throat. He passed out as I cut off the oxygen. The bouncer was only a couple of seconds behind me. Marvin got one arm around his shoulder and I did the same as we escorted him outside, while Carrie called a cab for him.
Marvin thanked me for a job well done and offered me a job. I laughed as I told him, “You can't afford me.”
After many thanks from Carrie, my dinner was on her. With a wink and a nod I made my way back to my table. I noticed the woman in tears, so I made a detour to her table to make sure she was alright. "Are you hurt?
"Nnnoo..Iiimmm oookkkk" she squeaked out.
"If you are ok, why are you crying?"
"Nobody has ever defended me like that"
"Happy to be of service ma'am!" I responded with my best southern drawl. That got a giggle out her her as she wiped her tears away.
"My name is Jones, Mike Jones," trying to sound like James Bond. That one brought a smile to her face.
"You should smile more often. I would have invited you to dinner with me had I known it would light up the room".
"Damn you're cheesy, is that the best you got?"
"Hell NO! I get much cheesier as the night goes on" I replied instantly. Now she was really laughing.
"I'm Rachel, Rachel Johnson. Thank you for helping me out wit
h that guy".
"No problem, it happens once in a while here on the weekends. Would you care to join me for a drink? A tiger like yourself shouldn't be alone in this jungle" That brought another smile. I was beginning to enjoy my night.
"Of course, I would. I was supposed to meet up with a guy my friends set me up with, and surprise surprise, a no show!".
"A Queen, such as yourself, will never find a proper suitor on a blind date my lady," as I bowed my head.
"You really do get cheesier as the night goes on, don't you? It works for you, not for many, but you are owning it. I dub thee the King of Cheesy!" It was my turn to crack up.
I escorted her to my table and pulled her chair out. She took her seat but I could not tell if she liked my old-fashioned ways. "What are you drinking?" I inquired.
"Merlot"
Before I could raise my hand to signal our server, Carrie was at our table.
"Let me apologize Ma'am. We do our best to make sure our guests are looked after" Carrie began and continued with, "Flash Gordon here is our super-secret super hero"
"I noticed..."
"Are you sure you are ok?" Carrie asked once again.
"Yes, I am, now that I am enjoying a Friday night for once".
"Well your dinner is on the house; would you like something to drink?" Carrie said with a grin.
I replied, "Yes barkeep, the lady would like your finest glass of Merlot, and I will h..."
Carrie cut me off. "Yes Flash...you will have your two fingers".
"Three or more if I get lucky."
Carrie rolled her eyes and went off to get our drinks.
Rachel gave me a quizzical look. "Three or more fingers, huh?"
"What can I say, I have good fingers or so I've been told."
"Don't get too far ahead of yourself, Flash!"
I excused myself to the restroom while Carrie was on her way with our drinks. As I passed her I said, "Don't be telling her any lies about me." Carrie laughed and continued to our table.
"Carrie, what's the scoop on this guy?" Rachel asked.
"Oh honey, I need to sit down for a long while if you want the whole book." Carrie took my seat and filled Rachel in on some of my background, lifestyle, and romances. Honestly, flings would be the only thing Carrie could tell her about my romances.
As I walked back to my table, Carrie loudly proclaimed what an asshole I am and walked off. "I guess I went from being Flash Gordon to Alec Baldwin" I muttered.
Rachel was laughing her ass off. "You can't help it can you?"
I wasn't sure if she was being serious or not, so I replied, "I yam what I yam" in my best Popeye voice.
"You are full of surprises aren't you Flash." Rachel said in a suddenly serious voice.
"All kidding aside?" I replied, while Rachel nodded. "I'm just a guy that likes to enjoy life, and sometimes I do things to make sure that I can".
We sat for about an hour and talked, boy did we talk. We hit on everything from religion, to politics, and money. The stuff people these days really don't want to talk about. I found out that Rachel and I shared similar views on the first two, but she seemed to care less about money. I on the other hand, looked at money as a way to enjoy life.
The band had been playing some of the regular stuff they normally do. They slowed it down and started playing a slow song.
I jumped up out of my seat like I got shot in the ass and proclaimed, "They're playing our song!"
Rachel started laughing so hard I thought she was about to pee her panties. I extended my hand and said, "May I have this dance ma'am?"
The look on her face went from one of pure joy to maybe shock. "You're serious aren't you?”
"Jones, Mike Jones, or did I not introduce myself already? Who is this guy Serious, was he your date for the night?"
"You are my date Mike," while she extended her hand to mine. As our hands touched, it felt like I got hit with a damn taser. I led her to the dance floor and we started to dance rather close. I told her I thought she was going to pee her panties earlier.
She leaned closer, put her head on my shoulder and whispered "I'm not wearing any panties".
"If you didn't think you had my full attention before, I'm sure you know you do now," I whispered back as our bodies became one on the dance floor. As the song ended, Rachel knew my predicament and spun around while keeping my arms around her.
She led us back to our table where I pulled her chair for her while she sat down. I took the chair next to her so we could sit closer.
Carrie brought us another round without saying a word. She did however, give me the look that said she approved. Her opinion and judge of character have been spot on since we became friends.
"Are you trying to get me drunk and take advantage of me?" Rachel asked.
"Yes ma'am, I am!" I replied in mock defiance.
Rachel said, "Mike, would you like to know a secret?"
"Heavens no," I replied, "loose lips sink ships".
"It's a good thing I don't have loose lips then right?" Rachel responded.
"You can sink my battleship anytime," I responded. With that last statement Rachel took it literally, or wanted to test my word as she reached under the table and fondled my zipper. She looked me in my eyes with more lust and determination than any woman had ever displayed to me.
"Anytime?"
"I say what I mean and mean what I say" I responded truthfully. "So, what's the secret?"
Rachel told me that she would love nothing more than to fuck me in front of all these people.
I dropped enough cash for our drinks and a tip. I grabbed her hand and we headed for the door. With a wave of my hand to Carrie, we were out the front door and hopefully headed to my place a mile away.
Chapter 3
I pulled Rachel and spun her around so her back was against the wall as we made our way around the side of the restaurant.
Our kiss started off slow and cautious, but turned into a raging inferno quickly. I kissed from the nape of her neck, to behind her ear. I grabbed a handful of hair and directed her lips towards mine where our tongues dueled with each other. Her hand was rubbing my fully erect cock through my pants. I responded in kind to find that her river was raging with hot molten magma.
I slowed down and whispered in her ear "Would you like to come home with me?" A simple nod was her reply. I pulled my fingers from the valley below and began to lick them clean.
I led her to my 1967 Shelby. I opened the door for her while she pulled her dress up to her waist. I saw her ass and my cock was doing a dance in my pants.
I closed the door and ran to my side. As I put the key in the ignition, Rachel dipped her fingers in herself.
Grunting, the key twisted and the engine began a throaty roar. Pulling her hand away, I was able to lick and kiss each finger. Spinning the tires, we were off to my place.
It felt like an eternity to make it back to my place. I needed this woman in my arms, on my bed, and everywhere else.
As the garage opened, Rachel's pussy was making all sorts of noise. She was so wet; the mighty Mississippi would be envious. After closing the garage door, I was out of my side and opening her door. Rachel's body was a canvas, my fingers, tongue, and cock would be the brushes used tonight.
I helped her out of the Shelby, she stood up, and we fell into a deep passionate kiss. Her scent was intoxicating and my brain was drunk from the familiar perfume. Our hands wandered over each other’s bodies. Her ass felt soft, yet nicely rounded as my hands surveyed her ass. Exploring her silky hair, my hand closed around it, giving me control of our kiss. Slowly, yet deliberately, my tongue was applying more strokes to my canvas. I pulled her head back to expose her neck, and painted it with gentle kisses while my hand massaged her lower back. Rachel's body expressed its pleasure clearly while I continued my onslaught.
I picked her up and placed her on the hood of my car. Laying her back gently, I ripped her dress straight down the middle in one swift motion. Rachel flinched but h
er eyes told me to continue. She was committed to our wild ride.
I gently sucked on her nipples while her thighs began squeezing my ribs. I could feel the heat emanating between her legs and the moisture was being rubbed on my ribs. I moved my hands under her ass and my head made its way to my dessert. Exploring every inch as I kissed my way down, the little heart shaped scar caught my eye. I did my best to control the craving my tongue was sending to my brain. I teased Rachel as long as I possibly could. When I couldn't hold back any longer, I gave her clit a light flick of my tongue. Taking my time to become acquainted with her flavor had her squirming.
With a jolt, her body reacted to the attention to her clit was receiving. I began a feverish pace on her clit with just the tip of my tongue. Rachel was throwing her head from side to side. With my hands full of her ass, I pulled her pussy to my face. My nose rubbed her clit while my tongue lapped at the treasure Rachel's body was giving me. I could not get enough of her sweet nectar. Rachel brought her hand to her clit and began to stroke it with venom. As her groans became moans, and her body started to tense, I took control of her little nub.
Rachel brought her hands to her boobs and was tweaking her nipples. My tongue dove deep into her. She began to spasm uncontrollably. My fingers were wreaking havoc on her poor little clit.
"Wait wait wait..." she said breathlessly. I was having none of it! I pulled my fingers away from her clit and easily slipped two inside her. I moved my mouth to her clit while my two fingers massaged her G spot. That brought everything to an entirely new level. Her thighs gripped my head. I was mercilessly attacking as if I hadn't been fed in months. In reality, this was not my normal operating procedure. There was something about this woman that made me feel close to her, intimately close.
Her orgasms were intense, as wave after wave washed over her. With my mouth manipulating her clit and my fingers acting in unison, her entire body locked up.
" Omg omg omg...yes yes!!” was all I heard through the muffled screams. Her thighs were wrapped around me like she was trying to make my head explode. I felt like I was being waterboarded and I didn't mind one bit inflicting my own torture.