by L. F. Piper
Just like Emilia’s.
God damn it! I need liquor and some hot ass, now.
I catch sight of Ellis on my way to the bar and he’s already got his ‘I know you want to fuck me, come and get it,’ face on. Don’t even bother asking me how I know what that face looks like, I just do. I’d pretty much say it’s his normal face, apart from one year we had an old and frumpy, potbelly, beard wearing photographer come to school to take individual yearly portraits for the Student Information section of the library. I know, how fucking lame. The guy wouldn’t, or didn’t want to, stop making Ellis feel uncomfortable. ‘Smile, pretty boy. No, not like that, like this. Come on, you can do pretty for me, can’t you?’
I would confidently put my life on it; he was definitely a pervert and took a liking to Pretty Boy Ellis. Ellis just blanked, his face completely neutral and void of any kind of emotion, going into stubborn mode and refusing the guy until he finally huffed and took his shot. I think the perv would’ve kept pestering him, but the queue was mounting up and a teacher reminded him there was a time limit per student. I’m certain there was something much deeper going on there, but I never broached the subject to Ellis. He knows well and good he can talk to me about anything if he wants to.
As soon as he got off the chair, he walked past Miss Doors, his face morphing back to big white teeth and dimpled cheeks. She practically started waving her panties around like a flag, trying desperately to entice the bull. I’d honestly never seen a somewhat pick up happen so quickly.
I don’t recognise the girl he’s laying his charm on, massive tits and thick blonde stiff hair. She probably has a ridiculous stripper name; Sugar Lips or Kinky Kiki. Although let’s not fuck about here, I’ve probably already had her.
I’m a slut, sue me.
***
By my fourth shot, I’m well and truly on my way to achieving a killer hangover tomorrow morning, but my dick is still dry. I look around, noticing many sets of eyes checking me out. The strippers all want a piece of me and that’s cool, but some of the people these eyes belong to are definitely not my thing.
I look to my left, locking on the set of an older woman with a perm. No, thank you. Yes, I’m an asshole, but how does a guy run his fingers passionately through a perm while fucking the owner of said perm? I don’t know. I’ve never tried, and tonight isn’t that night. I just need a release, not a fucking experiment! I guess I’m just making excuses, I’m anything but passionate, I just don’t want to fuck the perm, alright? I steal my eyes away, dismissing the woman immediately.
The next pair I land on are sunk in a hollow and drawn face, that’s all tight and wrinkly at the same time. That’s some bad Botox, sweetheart. I shiver and order another shot, downing it quickly. I’m into experimenting mostly every day of the week, but after earlier thoughts of the perm and who my birth mom is, I am not going near aged pussy, tonight. Or any other night for that matter.
I look around again, and finally see a set of long and tanned legs, but they’re wrapped around some greasy trucker with a long white ponytail and sideburns to rival a back in the day Elvis. She clocks me eyeing her and, not so subtly, returns the fucking I just gave her with my eyes with her own. She drops her legs from the hairy dude’s waist and leans down to whisper in his ear. He shakes his head, she shrugs and walks towards me.
She stops before me and opens her mouth. “Don’t even speak.” She snaps it closed and looks at me, confused. “I know where I am and what you do, but for me to even catch a hint of your cock breath, well that would be bad for both of us. I would have to leave you stood here and you wouldn’t get any of this,” I slowly use the hand holding my tumbler, indicating down my body and back up again, her eyes scanning over my frame. She’s practically drooling by the time she reaches my feet. “So, I suggest you quickly run along and clean yourself up, or I’m going to have the barmaid come sort me out instead.” I signal with my head to the bar I have my back leaning against and her jaw nearly hits the filthy floor, she can’t be surprised at the way I’m speaking to her, surely. Look where you fucking work, sweetheart.
“You can’t touch the barmaids. They don’t get touched as part of their contract. You’ll be kicked out.” Fuck sake, she definitely doesn’t sound as cute as she looks, too many cocks numbing her throat. Not to worry, we won’t be doing much talking, if she gets a fucking move on.
“In that case, she’ll be leaving with me. Once she’s had even a slight taste, she won’t want to miss out on the best part.” She looks over at the barmaid, she’s assessing how attractive the girl is. Why are females so predictable? It’s always a competition, but the chick in front of me wins the point for most attractive. I already know that I can work with what the barmaid is offering; I’ve seen her checking me out all evening, while pouring constant drinks and leaning over the bar to hand them to the feral creatures roaming the joint. She’s not exactly hot, but she’s not old and that is A-OK.
She looks over at the barmaid again. “Fine, can you wait a few minutes?” She’s trying to work out if she takes too long, will I have already shoved my dick inside her? I nod yes – to both her question and my internal thoughts. I will definitely grab her if she takes too long. Then she rapidly takes off in her sky-high super heels. They’re the ones that come custom with the job; the ones with the completely clear heel and straps. You know the ones I’m talking about, don’t play the shy and innocent card with me now.
After two more shots, my evening lay struts over to me, her walk full of purpose and suggestion. I know it’s intentional when she runs her soft and wet tongue over my stubbled cheek, while dragging her sharp pointed fingernails down over my t-shirt. “My name is Brendi, but you can call me whatever you want when you fuck me,” she purrs into my ear, still trailing her nails up and down my chest.
Toothpaste must give this whore confidence.
“Room. Now.” I start dragging her, on those stupid shoes, to the private rooms, situated around the corner and behind the bar. I wink at the barmaid as we pass, just wanting to fuck with her a little now I can’t actually fuck her. I don’t know if she faints or not because we’ve already rounded the corner.
After finding a room without the little red ‘Occupied’ light on, I shove the girl through. She’s still surprisingly stable on her outrageous heels, not even a shake, but now it’s time to really make her legs wobble. I slam the door closed and flick the switch to say the room is in use. “Take off your outfit.” I say ‘outfit’ because she’s not wearing any clothes, per se. A tiny pink thong with a frill around the waist, sitting well below her bellybutton, and pink glittery stars over her nipples. I could’ve just said panties, but I want the lame stickers gone too. And those fucking shoes.
She gets naked, but it takes her far too long. She hasn’t clicked yet that I only dragged her in here to fuck her, not to see a fucking mini strip tease. I’ll let her have that one thing, though because afterwards I’m running this damn show. “Lean over the sofa arm, on your stomach.” I’m so taking her from behind. I don’t care about seeing her overly made up face; this is impersonal. Just a release. She complies quickly, no arguments. It’s not like she gets to argue, I’m fucking paying her. I should get what I want without any hesitation.
As I walk from the door and towards her ass that’s practically pointing skyward, I see her thong on the floor where she tossed it. It landed next to the shoes she’s not wearing anymore, thank god, and I can see the wet trail she’s already left inside. I’m not stupid, I know that dampness could be from any of the John’s she’s been dancing on this evening, but the fact that it could be from me automatically gets my cock growing thicker. What? Everyone needs a little confidence boost now and then.
Once I’m right behind her, I brush my hard on against her ass and she exhales a shaky breath. I pull my wallet out from the back pocket of my jeans and throw some cash down onto the seat of the sofa. I know she’s counting it, I’d do the same. There’s never going to be a time that I’m bent over a s
ofa, though.
Abso-fucking-lutely not.
I pluck out a rubber before placing my wallet back where I found it. I unfasten my belt, button and then zipper and slide the condom down over the crown of my junk, rolling and rolling until I’m fully sheathed. I fucking hate wearing rubbers, but damn, even after all the liquor I’ve consumed tonight, I’d never be that fucking idiotic.
“You ready, Brandi?” I force myself into her pussy so hard, she chokes on her breath, not able to finish telling me her name is in fact, whatever the fuck she was about to say. I don’t even care. I distinctly remember her telling me I could call her anything I want, so why she feels the need to correct me, I don’t know. How I remember that part of our conversation and not her name beats me.
I keep pounding into her, the only sounds surrounding us are the huffs, puffs and pants of strangled air as it passes our lips, the odd squeal from what’s-her-face and the sofa scrapping along the hardwood occasionally from the force of my thrusting. And although it’s getting quite rough, I’ve never had such a peaceful fuck. It’s just odd noise coating us. No talking or flirting. It’s just nothing, kind of like this girl to me.
It’s amazing.
The peace I’m feeling, not the sex.
She has such a wide cunt, but at this angle I’m still managing to get myself off as well as her, not that I care if she is satisfied or not. Right at that point, her walls squeeze around my cock just as she starts to come, thus making me come. I’m glad I got the release I paid for because the second I put my dick in, I wasn’t so sure. I don’t give her time to unwind, chill, whatever she needs to do; I just whip my cock out, pull the rubber off and do my pants up.
***
I left the room about twenty minutes ago, the girl staying behind to clean herself up I guess. I headed straight to the men’s bathroom to dispose of the condom, no way was I leaving that in her capable hands. Fuck knows what she would’ve done with it.
I’m at the bar, finishing possibly my tenth tumbler, when the guys start to creep out of the woodworks, apart from Todd. I’m pretty sure he’s just been sat here the whole time. His ass must be dead under his weight by now.
“What’s up, bitches?” Ellis calls out over the high tempo track that’s blaring from the speakers dotted around the pisspit. He must’ve got laid real good because his mood has increased tenfold. Not that he is ever really down, anyway. Kid is always upbeat about everything.
Exam, upbeat.
Car broke down, upbeat.
Death in the family, upbeat.
No joke, his great uncle died a few years ago and he was ecstatic when he found out he was getting a massive pay out from it. ‘RIP Uncle Sid,’ were his last words on the subject, said with a bright, upbeat smile.
“Let’s get out of here before Ellis wants to go for rounds nine and ten, boys!” I shout, again over the pointless noise this place is playing. The guys laugh, knowing how right I am. We’ve all drunk too much, slept with strippers and now we all really need sleep. This evening was a massive help with getting a certain piece off ass from my mind...
Or not.
Oh, fuck me.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Emilia
I'm face down ass up in the damp grass with something heavy on my back
Friday at school has been a surprisingly good day, minus the dull ache in the back of my head and between my legs. Fucking Caleb. He wasn't there today, not that I saw and I'm pretty sure he would've made his presence known.
We had lunch on the playing field and at the end of the day, then Kaydee gave me a ride home. That's where we are right now. Mum thinks Kaydee is a sweet girl, compared to Phoebe – her words. Mum always thought that Phoebe was a bit too out there, like that was ever going to stop us from being best friends.
“So, your phone is your cell, rubbish is garbage or trash, garden is normally a yard and overuse the phrase 'like totally' and you'll fit right in.” Kaydee has been teaching me some words and phrases this afternoon. I nod along with her and laugh a little when she says the British version. She looks so unsure of herself, like she's swearing in church or something.
Mum orders us a pizza and I ask if Kaydee can sleep over tonight. Of course, she says yes. As long as they're female, I don't know why I even bother asking her. She'd die from trying to stop my dad from throttling me if I ever asked for a boy to stay over. I'll probably have to wait until I'm eighteen for that. I might actually have to move out first before I get to experience the male form lying next to me.
Kaydee decides to leave her car parked on my driveway and we walk to her house to get everything she needs to spend the night. We're chatting away when a loud car slows down next to us. Kaydee tenses up and I start to panic. I don't know what these streets are like at night. It's only seven-thirty, but still.
“Hey, short stuff. Want a ride?” It's Ellis Carter. I'm not sure if that makes this situation any better than if it was a real kidnapper.
“No, thank you.” I call over to him. The car comes to a halt and the doors open. Oh, fuck.
Caleb steps out into the street, coming straight for me. “Get in, Doll.” Mother of God. I swear he was only put on this earth to hassle me.
“Bye, Caleb.” We pick up our pace, so we’re actually speed walking down the estate. I’m prepared to break into a run if I have to, but I don’t have chance. Suddenly there are hands going around my waist and I'm in the air. “Fuck off, Caleb!” I'm more than happy to stand up to Caleb, as much as I can, but I really don't want him upsetting Kaydee.
I hear a squeal and turn my head to see that Ellis has got Kaydee in the same position that I'm in. “Ellis, you piece of shit. Put her down!” I've upped my struggling, trying to get away from Caleb and towards Kaydee. She will hate me for getting her into this mess.
“Watch your mouth, Doll. I don't know how many more times I need to tell you.” Caleb tosses me into the back of the car and gets into the front passenger, belting himself in.
“Probably around the same amount of times I've asked you to leave me the fuck alone!” I hear him growl, but he doesn't say anything. Kaydee is dropped into the seat next to me, a flustered state, and Ellis is back behind the wheel, turning the key and starting the car. I grab Kaydee's hand. “Are you alright? I'm sorry that happened to you,” I whisper. Caleb and Ellis won't hear me over the roar of the engine anyway.
“He hit me, Emilia! He slapped my ass! What a damn caveman!” She hisses back at me, eyes wide, and I can't help the smile that forms on my face or the slight bubble of laughter that passes my lips. I've never heard her say anything remotely like a swear word. Luckily, Kaydee doesn't look upset. She looks confused, like why would anyone, especially Ellis Carter want to touch her? She's a stunning girl, though. I don’t understand why she thinks she’s not worthy of attention. She's much more attractive than that cheerslut, Christina. I know, I’m an awful judgemental bitch. How do I even know that she’s a slut? Well what should I think when I watch a cheerleader fish for compliments and then shove her tongue down a guy’s throat? Exactly.
“Where were you going?” Caleb twists his body, so he is facing at me. I feel butterflies in my tummy at how beautiful he his. His dark eyes don't have a hint of anything in them, they just look like endless pools of nothing. I shiver.
“Kaydee's house. We need to go back to mine, though. Dinner will be ready soon.” I fold my arms across my chest while speaking to him, hoping to gain some sort of protective barrier against his penetrating gaze. Somehow, it's possible for me to feel pissed off and excited all at the same time, just from looking at him. I have no idea why. I feel awkward being around him after what happened yesterday after school. He hasn't mentioned it, so I guess I should keep my mouth shut. Maybe he's embarrassed to say he fucked me. I decided last night that I was going to pretend it never happened, so I'll deny it if he brings it up in front of anyone.
“Call your Ma. Tell her there's a change of plans, that you're staying at Kaydee's instead.” He runs his chocol
ate eyes over Kaydee's body and somehow, I know he doesn't like her that way, she's never going to be his type.
Nor am I.
He's used to tall, skinny blondes and I'm short, dark and big busted.
My genes are fucking whack.
I know he's just eye-fucking her because he knows it will make her feel uncomfortable. And it works. Her face heats and she squirms in her seat, quickly turning her head to look out of the window at nothing in particular.
“No, we're staying at my house and we're going back there right now.” I'm just about to open my door when Ellis does this remote locking thing with his keys and smiles at me in the rear view mirror.
“Sorry, short stuff. We're going back to Caleb's. Best text mommy to let her know.” He has such a punchable face.
“Caleb!” I'm starting to lose my temper now. He is stressing me out. I want to go home and eat my body weight in cheese pizza – I'm fucking starving! He smirks and reaches for me. I'm about to bat his paw away when he pulls back, holding my handbag.
He takes out my iPhone and chucks the bag back at me. It hits me straight in the stomach and knocks the wind from me. Before I’ve fully caught my breath, my phone is pinging with a text alert. “That's mommy sorted. Let's ride.” Ellis pulls away like he's on a freaking race track forcing us into the backs of our seats, squealing and clutching at the door handles. Neither of us have belted in yet, surprisingly we weren’t planning on staying. Holy fuck. I'm about to die and that douche nugget texted my mum, making her think I'm at Kaydee's house. This is not good.
***
“When do you think we'll be going back to my house?” Kaydee whispers in my ear. We're stood in the kitchen of Caleb's place, near the front door. He and Ellis are drinking spirits in the living area.