by Nina West
Where Beth is, I have no idea. I haven’t seen her in a while.
Everyone at that table is drunk, I’m sure. They’re all smiling and laughing hysterically, shouting over each other, their hands all over the place. And the one guy has this intense expression on his face like….
My eyes widen as I catch a glimpse of a head in his lap. I’m guessing it’s a woman. She must be crouched under the table, her body mixed among the tangle of feet because I can’t see the rest of her. All I can see is that head, bobbing up and down to the beat of the music, her brunette hair spilled on either side.
Is this what they do at bars like this?
I avert my gaze and shrink into my corner, where I’ve been holed up for the past two hours, watching everyone chug back pitchers of beer.
My phone vibrates in my hand.
Tell them they can get a ride with you now or they’ll have to find their own way home.
I can’t just abandon them.
I didn’t hear from Henry until about an hour ago, after I told him where I was and how much I’d rather be anywhere than here. I haven’t told him what my mother did. Partly because I’m embarrassed, but mostly because I don’t want him looking at this as proof that maybe we shouldn’t be together. He suggested that once already, and it nearly ripped my heart out.
Honestly, I don’t even think it’s about Mama hating Henry. Mama just has a plan for her life, and her life involves my life, and she may be the most narrowly focused human being on the face of the earth.
A commotion starts at the table right next to us. Declan is standing chest to chest with a guy who looks a lot like him—blond hair, scruffy face, leather, handsome. They’re staring each other down as they exchange low words. Veronica has been pushed off to the side, replaced by three or four guys, their hands flexing.
Readying for a fight, it would seem.
Where the hell are the bouncers? I glance around, but don’t see any. I do, however, see the bartender pulling a baseball bat out from beneath the bar and tossing it to a big burly man with a long beard and a bandana over his head.
He cuts his way through the crowd and taps Declan’s shoulder with the end of it. “Am I gonna have to send you home with a cracked skull?”
I note that he doesn’t address the other guy. Either he has ties to him, or Declan is the real threat here.
After a painfully long moment, Declan’s body visibly relaxes and that wide, leisurely grin stretches across his face. “No issues at all, Dad. Just making sure he knows she’s mine.”
Several eyes flicker over to Veronica, clearly the root of this confrontation.
“She’s with you. Got it.” The other guy’s Adam’s apple bobs with a hard swallow.
“Well, all right then.” Declan ropes his arm around the guy’s neck playfully, ruffling his hair once. “Glad I didn’t have to beat your ass. Mom wouldn’t have liked it.”
Oh my God. They’re brothers.
Who were going to start a brawl over Veronica.
I’ve got to get out of here.
“Take your dick fight outside next time,” the bearded man—their father, apparently—mutters, sauntering back toward the bar, tossing the bat toward the bartender. She catches it with one hand, her other hand keeping a pitcher held up to a tap with deft precision.
Veronica shifts back into Declan’s side with a nervous smile, her eyes flickering to his brother’s face a few times. The second Declan looks away, his brother winks at her.
I have a feeling these two are going to fight before the end of the night, and I really don’t want to be here for that.
I squeeze out of my corner and weave through the crowd toward the narrow hallway in the back. It’s unmarked, but I’ve seen enough people milling in and out of there to guess that this is where the restrooms must be.
It’s lined with people, leaning against either wall in small groups of two and three, beers in hand. None of them look like they’re actually waiting in line, so I slip around them, looking for the sign for women’s. I find it on the left. But the door is locked, occupied, forcing me to wait.
“Abigail!” Jenny calls out. I turn to see her pointing to a door I just passed. “Meet us in here, after.”
“Actually, I really think I want to….” My voice drifts as she disappears into the room. “Leave.”
With a sigh, I settle against the wall and wait.
Ten minutes later, there’s a line behind me and I’m crossing my legs. I’d even consider using the men’s bathroom, if it wasn’t occupied too.
“Come on! Hurry up!” A guy pounds on the men’s room door, turning to shake his head at me. “Ridiculous that they don’t have stalls, isn’t it?” he mutters with a slur.
I nod in agreement, because it is. There must be two hundred people packed into this bar. This has to be some sort of code violation. Among many, I’m sure.
He holds up the half-empty pitcher of beer. “You need a drink.”
“I’ve got one back at the table. Thanks,” I lie, trying not to cringe. I watched the busser dumping the ends of several pitchers into one and then topping it up with draft beer when they thought no one was looking. I guess they don’t like waste.
The door to the men’s washroom opens.
“Finally!” he hollers, watching as, of all people, Beth stumbles out, drunk.
And trailing behind her… Jed.
I’m not sure who’s more shocked.
His eyes widen when they take me in. “Abigail? What are you doing here?”
“If you’re gonna fuck, next time go outside so people can piss,” the drunk guy with the pitcher complains before slamming the door shut.
“It’s not what it looks like.” His eyes dart to Beth, whose smooth, sleek hair is all mussed and her bright pink lipstick has been smeared.
Some of it, on his lips.
He couldn’t possibly look more guilty than if I had actually walked in on them doing it.
I do the only thing I can. I start to laugh. “It’s exactly what it looks like, Jed. And I don’t care. I’m glad you’re moving on.” Even if it is with Beth.
“I’m not, though! I swear. I’m still waiting for you!”
The women’s bathroom door opens and two women walk out, smiling and brushing their hands against their noses. I try to step in but he grabs my arm.
“I swear, I’m not moving on. I just needed….” He frowns. “I have needs!”
I tug my arm away. “And you should go fill them with Beth, or whoever else you want. Because I seriously don’t care!”
He flinches as if I slapped him. “You don’t mean that.”
“Actually, I do. And I have to pee.”
Beth sways into Jed, falling against his chest, her eyes closing.
“Be a good person and drive her home now. She’s too drunk to be here.” With that, I lock myself in the bathroom.
One down, two to go.
Something tells me getting Jenny and Veronica out of here won’t be nearly so easy.
~ ~ ~
The door to the room is pushed shut, and there’s a sign hanging off the nail that says Private.
I knock on it once, rather gingerly.
“Just go in, doll!” someone hollers, chuckling at me as they pass by.
Okay….
I turn the knob and step into a narrow hall that leads into a dimly lit room.
“Who is it!” a deep male voice hollers.
“Abbi.”
“Close the door.”
I comply, pushing it shut softly behind me. Ahead of me, balls skate across the green felt surface of a pool table as someone takes a turn, and a red-striped ball sinks into the side pocket.
A round of male cheers goes up.
“Better catch up soon, ladies,” Declan teases.
They’re playing pool. Okay. This, I can handle. More than what’s going on out there.
I step into the room just as Jenny’s shorts hits the floor. On the other side of the table, Veronica is stu
mbling out of hers, too.
“What took you so long?” Declan smiles down at me in that mischievous way of his. “Your friends are losing and losing fast.”
And they’re clearly playing for clothes.
The girls are down to nothing but their bras and panties, everything else, including shoes, cast to the floor.
Meanwhile Declan and the guy Jenny was flirting with are only missing their shirts.
“We’re just warming up.” Veronica chalks her stick and puckers her lips to blow on it, sending blue powder into the air.
“Beth just got a ride home with Jed. I’m going to head out too, so if you want a ride now….”
“Let us just finish this game.” Declan’s big hands fall on my shoulders to massage them, a touch too rough. “Okay?”
“Okay,” I hear myself squeak. Because what else do I say to this big, burly guy, no doubt anxious to see these girls naked?
“Here, we’ll even let them take the next shot, even though it’s ours.” He guides me over to a black leather couch that has probably seen a lot of asses and, by what’s going on in here, maybe other things too. There’s actually a small sign above it that reads, “No cum on the felt—Management.”
Oh my God.
“Why don’t you just sit your pretty little self next to my brother and watch. Gunner, this is DD. DD, this is Gunner.”
“Hey, Double D.”
I turn to offer Gunner a polite smile, and find his eyes locked to my chest.
“Maybe you two can play each other next,” Declan suggests, slapping Veronica’s bare ass as she leans over the table to take her shot, her pink thong leaving nothing to the imagination.
I avert my gaze, feeling my cheeks blush.
“What’s wrong? Never seen this before?”
I’ve seen this and a lot more, I could say, but I have a feeling that admitting that won’t help me in this situation.
Veronica misses the shot. “Damn it!” She giggles.
“This isn’t fair!” Jenny moans.
“Top or bottom, top or bottom…. What do you think, bro?” Declan calls out.
Gunner seems to ponder it for a moment. “Let Double D pick.” He nudges my leg with his.
I shrink away from him, earning his laugh. “No. It’s okay.”
“Come on. You gotta pick!” Declan booms, and they all stare at me, expectantly.
“Whatever ends this game faster so I can go home,” I finally mutter.
Declan grins. “You heard her. Bottoms, ladies.”
They look at each other with a hint of nervousness and then, with matching giggles, they slide their panties off.
“Damn….” Jenny’s guy—Mutt, I heard Declan call him a minute ago—murmurs, his eyes locked on the thin strip of hair between Jenny’s legs.
“Take your shot.” Declan slams the end of his pool cue against his thigh, making him flinch.
He does, quickly and with seemingly little effort, sinking two balls at once.
Declan grins, his eyes shifting between Veronica and Jenny, watching expectantly as the two of them reach for their bra clasps. Beside me, Gunner shifts in his seat, his legs falling farther apart.
I’m beginning to grasp the rules, and they don’t seem very fair. So, if they miss a shot, they have to strip, and if their opponents sink a ball, they have to strip. The guys have only lost their shirts, which means they’ve only missed once.
Did Jenny and Veronica realize they’d be naked long before the game was even finished?
Because that’s what they are now: buck naked in a pool room in Billy Bob’s, with three guys staring at them, looking ready to bend them over the table any second.
And somehow I’ve been caught in the middle of this.
“I can wait in my truck for you guys.” I reach for my purse but Gunner’s faster, grabbing it and moving it to the other side of him, out of my reach.
“You’re the only sober one here. You’ve got to make sure your friends make it home safe.” He says that with a dark look in his eye. He’s toying with my guilty conscience. Because, yes, I’m the DD and yes, I can’t just leave them in here. Especially not now.
“So, what now?” Jenny asks shyly, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear as her eyes dart from Mutt to Declan to Veronica, dropping to take in her friend’s naked frame. They’re quite similar, though Veronica’s breasts are bigger and perkier.
I wonder if they’ve done this together before? Jenny seems nervous enough to make me think not.
Mutt takes a step back and gestures at the table. “How about we let you take a shot.”
She bites her bottom lip as she searches the table, settling on the solid yellow ball in front of him.
She leans down to ready her stick.
And Mutt moans at his view of her from behind, inciting a round of laughter from his friends. “This just isn’t fair,” he grumbles.
She sinks the ball into the hole with a squeal and a jump, her perky breasts bouncing.
The guys kick off their boots.
She misses her next shot.
What now? There’s nothing left to remove.
“Rony, why don’t you take a turn?” Declan nods toward the table.
Veronica shrugs, seemingly more comfortable right now than Jenny. Or Mutt, who’s had to adjust his groin area twice in the past thirty seconds.
She faces us this time as she gets ready, leaning over the table, her brow furrowed as she eyes the solid green ball.
“Hey!” She jumps a little, enough for me to see the wide end of the pool stick just barely sticking out between her legs.
Declan doesn’t stop though, coming up closer behind her, nudging one of her legs farther apart, sliding it back and forth against her clit.
“You’re distracting me!” she complains, but it’s through a soft pant. Beside me, I hear “fuck” slide out between Gunner’s lips and his own breathing grows ragged. He climbs off the couch and comes around to stand next to Declan, his arms flexed and folded over his chest, his eyes sharing the same view as his brother.
My purse still within his grip.
Declan smiles, adjusting the angle of his wrist slightly. The tip of the pool cue sinks into her.
Her eyes close and her lips part. The moan that escapes her lips isn’t one of pain.
“Take the shot.”
She does, finally, and somehow manages to sink the ball.
Declan yanks on his belt, unfastening it, letting his jeans drop to the floor. His hard cock juts out inside his boxers, waiting. “One more ball, baby. That’s all you need to get.”
Until what?
Wariness grows inside me. I really don’t want to be here.
Jenny cries out. My head snaps to the far right corner to find her sprawled out on an old wooden rectangular table with her legs thrown over Mutt’s shoulders. Mutt, with his pants pooled down around his ankles, and his hands gripping her thighs, is thrusting in and out of her with abandon. I was so distracted by the others, I didn’t even notice those two sneak off.
Jenny’s drunk. Am I supposed to stop this? She may have been nervous to strip in front of everyone, but it doesn’t seem like she cares who’s watching Mutt fuck her now. I know that stage. I’ve been there a few times and it’s heaven.
Despite how uncomfortable this whole situation is, I find myself squeezing my thighs tight with anticipation for that feeling.
“Purple, in the corner pocket,” Declan demands. “From over there, on Double D’s side.”
Veronica’s eyes flicker to me once and then she’s rounding the table until she’s on the side closest to me, twisting and turning her body, trying to figure out the right angle. Finally, she perches herself on the edge of the table and lifts one thigh up, opening her legs up wide. She stretches the stick behind her back, pushing her chest out. It’s an odd, very revealing position, and I’m sure Declan knew that when he chose the ball.
As she tries to get a handle on the angle, Declan comes around to continue slid
ing the slick, fat end of his pool cue over her clit. “What do you think, Double D? You want to play a round with my brother, after?”
Over to the right, the table bangs repeatedly against the wall. Mutt has flipped Jenny over onto her stomach and is driving into her. It reminds me of the way Henry fucked me in the barn.
God, what will Henry say when I tell him what happened? Will he be pissed that I stayed and watched instead of leaving them here? Or would he be more pissed that I left two drunk girls with these guys?
Two drunk girls who don’t seem nearly as innocent as I thought they were.
“No. I can’t. I’m sorry.” I stand and begin moving away from the couch and the table.
Gunner’s suddenly there, blocking my view of the exit. “Where are you going?”
“Just over there.” To the doorway, to hide.
Veronica takes the shot, putting the ball into the pocket. She flops on the table with a laugh. But it doesn’t last long before Declan’s dragging her off the table by her thighs. “You know the rules about the felt.” He gives her a gentle push into the couch, and yanks his boxers down.
And then he turns to look at me, his rigid cock in his hand as he languidly strokes it.
I avert my gaze but not nearly fast enough to avoid the sight.
He grins and grabs the back of Veronica’s head, pushing himself into her mouth.
She opens wide, accepting him hungrily. “So, Double D? You gonna play or what?”
All I can do is shake my head.
“Too bad.” He juts his chin toward Gunner. Some sort of silent signal passes between the two of them.
Gunner thrusts my purse into my hand on his way past me. “Stay and watch, or wait in your truck for them. Up to you. We’ll be a bit.” He unbuckles his pants and pushes them down as he settles back onto the couch, giving me a glimpse of his rigid cock. It’s even bigger than his brother’s. “Ready, Rony?”
Declan pulls out of Veronica’s mouth just long enough for his brother to hoist her up and onto his lap. She cries out as he sinks into her, only to have the sound muffled by Declan’s thick cock sliding back into her mouth.