by LP Lovell
She smiles. “Nope.”
“My car is not a reflection on Rambo, although I do get a hard-on when I drive it.” I smirk.
“TMI.” She mumbles.
“Take it back.” I repeat.
“But how do you know I haven’t seen bigger?” She asks.
“Who are you fucking? Porn stars? Or is the doctor packing an anaconda? Because if he is, you should just marry him now.” I tell her. “It would level the playing field if he could have a wiener though, just saying.” I flick the indicator and pull out into the steady stream of traffic. Well, sort of pull into the traffic jam that is London at rush hour.
She snorts. “Oh, because you so need it levelling. You have enough willing vaginas throwing themselves at you to last a lifetime.”
“True. Don’t think I didn’t notice your subtle manoeuvre out of that one.”
“I’m not talking to you about Alex’s cock Hugo.” She huffs. “You know you’re fucking weird right?”
“I thought we were friends.” I smile, ignoring her weird comment.
“We are, but like I said, it’s weird.”
“Hey, Theo always used to tell me about the girls he banged. In fact, the first time he tapped Lilly, he said she had the best tits he’s ever seen. High fucking praise let me tell you. No wonder he wants to marry her.” I mutter.
She rolls her head toward me, flashing me an impatient look. “Yes Hugo, that is exactly why he’s marrying her.” I shrug. “And two straight guys discussing a girls tits is nowhere near as weird as a straight guy asking about another guys wang.”
“Hey, I’m a modern man. Anyway, I’m going to hazard a guess that you haven’t seen it.” I’m half joking, but then, I’m very good at sensing sexual frustration in a woman, and Molly is wound seriously tight. Her silence tells me all. “Holy shit. How long has it been?”
“A while.” She grumbles. I laugh, a lot. “Fuck you.” She growls.
“Babe, just seduce him. He can’t possibly turn you down.”
“I don’t know how. He’s not like you Hugo. He’s…I don’t know…refined. A gentleman. I can’t just get naked and jump him. He’ll just think I’m a slut.”
“No. He could be Jesus Christ himself Sweetness, but he’s still just a guy. And trust me when I say we are wired to think with our dicks.” I explain.
“He’s not a whore like you.” She replies.
I shake my head. “Doesn’t matter. He has a penis, and therefore he is ruled by it. Get underneath the ‘I save lives’ bullshit, and that’s all there is. We’re all just animals acting on instinct. The only difference between me and him is he has the decency to hide it. I don’t give a fuck.” I flash her a cocky grin and her lips twitch as she rolls her eyes.
“What if he just doesn’t want me like that?” If any other girl asked me something like that I’d recoil faster than the speed of light, but hey, she’s hanging out with me, so I’ll do my time and do the girl thing.
“He’s probably just trying to…like, be respectful.”
“You’re struggling to keep a straight face right now aren’t you?” She asks flatly.
I burst out laughing. “I’m sorry, it’s the word respectful in reference to sex. I can’t take that shit seriously.”
“You’re a fucking animal.” She says as she runs her fingers through her blonde hair.
“The best kind baby.” I wink at her as we finally pull free of the traffic.
“Where are we going?” She asks.
“Anywhere you want, sweetness.” I answer.
Where she wants ends up being a fucking nail salon place. She’s real fucking funny.
She sits at a table, with her hands spread in front of her. A small Asian woman is filing her nails. I’m a few feet away from her, also facing a little Asian woman. Well, if I’m here, I might as well see what all the fuss is about.
“I cannot believe you agreed to this.” Molly shakes her head.
“Let’s just make it clear. I did not agree to this, I was coerced.”
“Uh huh, so coerced, that you are now having a manicure.” She grins.
“Well, I’m here now…” I argue. “And just so you know, we’re stopping in at a strip club on the way home, you know, so that I can relocate my testicles.” The woman opposite me looks up with a scowl on her face. I flash her a quick smile, but her expression doesn’t change. I don’t think she likes me.
“I am not going into a strip club.” Molly says sternly.
“Why? Never seen a real pair of boobs before?” I tease.
She gasps. “You!” She tilts her gaze down to her chest. “Don’t listen. You are small but perfectly formed.”
“Are you talking to your tits? You say I’m weird.”
She glares back up at me. “Says the guy who named his cock.”
“That’s normal. All guy’s name their cock.” I shrug. True story. Even if they don’t admit it, in his mind, every guy has a name for his cock. I’d also hedge that ninety percent of them are called Zeus.
“I will never understand the obsession men have with their man veg.” She mumbles. The woman doing my nails nods in agreement. This is like gang warfare around here. There’s so much oestrogen in the room, my dick wants to jump off and run out the door.
“It can’t be explained. It’s just…awesome.”
As promised, I do stop into a strip bar on the way back.
I can tell she doesn’t want to go in, but she says nothing.
I place my hand on the small of her back, guiding her through the club, and up to the bar. Every guy in the place turns to look at her. She doesn’t exactly fit in here, with her tight pencil skirt and fitted blazer. Molly screams class from a mile away. She’s not the type of girl who comes to a strip club, and she’s definitely not the type of girl you bring to a strip club, but well, I have a point to make.
Robby is working the bar tonight, and he nods at me as soon as we approach. “Usual?” He asks.
“Please, and a red wine for the lady.” I add.
Robby looks at Molly, who is busy trying to look at anything but the naked women working the floor. He smiles and shakes his head before turning away to fetch the drinks.
“You actually have a usual? You do realise that you’re like some creepy, pervy old man right?”
I laugh. “I have a usual because I own the place.”
She stills and then rolls her eyes. “I should have known you would own a strip joint. It’s so…you.”
“Hey Hugo.” One of the girls, Amalie sidles up to me. She wraps her manicured fingers around my arm, pressing her bare tits against my side.
“Hey Am.” I smile at her. Despite her flirtatious ways, Am actually likes girls. She’s normally friendly with me, but not this friendly. Three guesses as to what she’s after.
“Who’s your friend?” Straight in, no messing.
“Am.” I warn.
She giggles. “I’m only asking. Don’t get your knickers in a twist.”
I sigh. “Amelie, Molly. Molly, Amelie.”
Molly looks at Amelie with wide eyes. She focuses on her face, and to her credit, she doesn’t look away. “Hi. Nice to meet you.” She says quietly.
Amelie’s smile spreads across her face. “Oh, you are cute.” She purrs at Molly. She turns to face me again, raising an eyebrow. “A little too good for you.”
Molly smiles. “I like her. She obviously knows you’re an arsehole. Glad to see some women see straight through your shit.”
Amelie laughs. “Sweetness, I thought we were friends. You wound me.”
“Your ego maybe.” Her lips twitch.
Amelie turns her back slightly to Molly, and bends to whisper in my ear. “You know how badly you wanted to fuck me last week?”
I laugh. “Don’t take it personally Am. You know I just needed to get my dick wet, and well…” I flick my eyes to her tits, which are without a doubt her sales pitch. “You do have an awesome rack.” I hold my hands up. “I’m a tit man. What ca
n I say?”
She laughs lightly. “Well, I’ll let you fuck me, as long as I get to fuck her at the same time.” I groan as my cock goes rock fucking solid. “I’m sure you’d like that.” She purrs.
“She’s just a friend. We’re not like that.” I say through gritted teeth. Oh, god, how I wish we were like that right now.
“You don’t have female friends, Hugo. You have women you fuck. That’s it. Think about it at least.” She says quietly before moving past me and walking away.
“Oh, believe me, I am thinking about it.” I mumble under my breath.
“What was that about?” Molly asks as she sips her wine. She looks ridiculous, drinking wine, with her legs crossed elegantly, whilst perched on a bar stool, surrounded by dirty minded men and half naked women. It makes me smile.
“Amelie wants to fuck you.” I tell her.
She coughs and puts her wineglass back on the bar. She holds her hand to her chest as she proceeds to cough and choke. “What?!” She finally croaks.
I sigh. “Amelie likes girls. She wants me to get you to have a threesome.”
“Huh.”
“What does huh mean?” I lift the bottle of Corona to my lips and take a long pull.
She composes her features and shrugs one shoulder delicately. “Well, I mean, she’s hot.”
Now it’s my turn to choke. I practically spit the beer back out. “I’m sorry, like you would consider it?”
She wrinkles her nose up. “No, of course not.”
“Didn’t think so.”
“I wouldn’t want a threesome, but you know I never dabbled in the girl thing. Like I said, she is hot.” Hell fucking no, she did not.
“You are so full of shit.” I dare her with a smile.
“What? You don’t think that I would do it.”
I laugh. “You’re the good girl Molly. No way are you going to fuck a stripper.”
She narrows her eyes, and glances over her shoulder toward Amalie. A wicked smile that I know all too well pulls at her lips.
“Did you want me, Molly?” Amalie appears next to me, practically fucking Molly’s name with her tongue.
Molly nods. “I do.”
Amalie’s eyebrows creep up in response. I narrow my eyes at Molly, she flashes me a smug smile, before crooking her finger at Amelie. Am smiles and takes the few steps to Molly, swaying her hips as she goes. Molly wraps her hand around Amelie’s neck, pulling her down, so she can whisper in her ear. Amelie laughs and then shrugs.
Next thing I know, they’re kissing, like, full on kissing. There’s tongue, and Amelie is nipping at Molly’s bottom lip. There’s a loud chorus of catcalls. “Take her out the back and fuck her.” Robby shouts across the bar.
Amelie’s hand moves to Molly’s hair, gripping it, and angling her head back. Her bare tits are rubbing up against Molly’s chest. Ah, shit. This is so fucking hot. My cock is throbbing. If I don’t stop this shit soon, I might just explode in my pants like a fucking teenager. A quick glance at some of the guys sitting around, and I can tell they’re feeling the same way.
I bite my lip and groan as I adjust my cock. Nope. This is no fun when I’m not involved.
I stand up and grab Amelie’s arm, pulling her away from Molly. “Enough.” I snap. She turns on me, her expression fierce with desire. Molly might be playing, but Amelie is not a girl to get wrapped up with. “Have fun?” I ask.
“Not nearly enough.” Her voice is husky and sensual.
I look at Molly who is slightly flushed, her lips a beautiful rosy colour. “We’re leaving.” I say quickly.
I push Am back, and grab Molly’s elbow, pulling her off her stool and leading her toward the door. I can hear Amelie laughing behind me. “Lovely meeting you Molly.” She says.
Molly twists to look over her shoulder and throws her a small wave. I drag her past the tables of guys, and the semi-naked girls, who I now don’t trust her not to jump. Once outside she starts laughing. Hard. She breaks free of my grip and bends over wither hands on her knees. The security guy gives her a funny look, but otherwise ignores us.
“What is up with you? Are you like, suffering a mental illness or something?”
“Your face!” She says as she tries to catch her breath.
“Oh, I’m sorry, you mean the ‘my balls just turned blue, shrivelled up and dropped off’ face? Or the ‘what the fuck just happened to my very straight, very good friend’ face?”
“Yes.” She gasps, nodding as she leans over and grips her knees. “Oh, shit. Too funny.”
She follows me to the car, laughing all the way. I open the drivers door and get in. Molly slides into the passenger seat. “Well played Sweetness. I didn’t know you had it in you…now I know you do…” I wiggle my eyebrows at her and smile.
She snorts. “Not bloody likely.”
“Oh come now. If you’re so sex deprived that you’re thinking of renouncing the cock…well, I’m willing to do my service for mankind.” I smile at the scowl on her face.
“Fuck you. I am not cock deprived.”
“Really, because that back there was a starving woman. Seriously? You, kissing a female stripper. Let’s just think about that for a second shall we.”
She tilts her head back against the seat and takes a deep breath. “Okay, I admit, that was out of character.” She admits. “Is it wrong that I found it kind of hot though?” She asks shyly.
I groan. “Stop talking.” I adjust my cock again, and start the car, pulling away.
It’s still only nine by the time we leave the strip club, thanks to Molly’s little display. She apparently wants to see Gary, so I take her to the flat.
I hand her a bottle of water, as she sits cross legged on the sofa. Gary is sprawled on his back across her lap, and she’s patting his budda belly. He loves it.
“Do you think Alex is gay?” She asks out of nowhere.
I flick my eyes over her body. It would be a pretty fucking plausible explanation as to why he’s not hitting that. I shrug. “I’m no expert, but he looks pretty straight to me.” A small frown line mars her face. “I mean if he were gay he would have definitely had a crack at me.” I wink at her.
Her lips twitch. “Ugh. I just…I don’t know what to do. I’ve never had this problem.”
I pop the top off my beer and sit down on the other end of the sofa, propping my feet on the coffee table. “Well, have you made it…clear.” I wave a hand around, looking for the right word.
“Clear?”
“Yeah, you know. Have you given him the green light, rolled up the blinds.” Nothing. “Opened the fucking door.” I spread my legs.
“Oh, no!” She frowns again. “You’d make a shit girl.”
I point at her. “See, that’s where you’re wrong. I’d make a slutty girl, and take it from a guy, slutty girls are the best.”
She shakes her head. “Okay, so what you are saying is that I need to make it clear, that what…I want him to bang ten bales of shit out of me.”
I laugh. “Yep. Please tell him, just like that, in those exact words.”
“Hugo!” She whines, her voice laced with amusement. “This is supposed to be serious, possibly the only serious conversation we will ever have, because it’s about sex. And if there’s one thing you know, it’s sex.”
I bob my head in acknowledgement. “I do know sex.”
“So?”
I sigh. “Okay. Seduce me.”
“What?!”
“Seduce. Me. Imagine you want to get me into bed, and I’m not…well me.”
She stares down at Gary for a second. “I don’t know how.” She says sheepishly. “I’ve never had to seduce anyone, they’ve just…you know.” She admits.
“Just get your tits out.” I say, trying not to laugh.
She cocks an eyebrow. “Really Hugo?”
Now I do laugh. “Yeah, you’re right. You don’t have any tits to get out.”
She huffs and crosses her arms over her chest. “You done? I need help, not
abuse you arse.”
“Okay, so think sexy. Act like you own me.” I tell her. “Come on, get up.” She glances at me nervously, and moves Gaz, propping him on a cushion in replacement of her lap. He doesn’t look happy about the substitute.
She stands and smooth’s down her skirt. She bites her bottom lip, and fidgets. “No. Stop. Look at me.” She does, her baby blue eyes flicking to mine. “Remember, you own me. Don’t shy away.” Molly is a rare creature. Classy, possibly even leaning toward demure on the outside, a people pleaser I guess, but there’s another side to her. The side that tells me to go fuck myself, and can put an unreasonable Lilly back in her box. Then there’s this secret corner of her personality that only comes out under duress, the sexy side of her that loves to be called a dirty whore, and held down whilst she’s fucked from behind. That side is fucking irresistible, and it totally blind sided me. Molly can be seductive and flirtatious, and she can be downright dirty, but she’s a good girl through and through, until you get her naked. Then she’s an animal, and the animal in me is drawn to her sordid corruption like a magnet. She is the perfect fucking woman.
I see her for what she is, but the doctor…well, he’s only seeing the demure good girl. If he saw what I see, he wouldn’t be trying to be respectful. He’d give her what she wants.
I watch her closely as she takes a step towards me. I stand and close the distance between us, wrapping my hand around the back of her neck and pulling her up against my chest. Her breath hitches as her fingers grip my biceps through my shirt. Her eyes darken as lust starts to swirl through them. I almost groan. I never could resist that look in her eyes.
“Own me.” I whisper roughly against her cheek. Then I force myself to release her and sit back down.
She narrows her eyes at me, and flicks her hair over one shoulder. She closes the distance to me again, but her steps are more lithe, more sexual this time. Her eyes are smouldering with intent, and it makes my cock leap to attention. She moves her fingers to her shirt, undoing another button, very slowly, drawing my eyes down her body.
She comes to a stop in front of me and bends over, until her face is close to mine. “You want me to own you Hugo?” She whispers. I smile, and nod once, wordlessly. She traces her fingers over my neck, her touch feather light. My skin breaks out in goose bumps. I inhale the scent of her perfume, as she invades every single one of my senses.