I imagined Jax’s hands on me, twirling me around and then maybe pinning me against the bar for a hard kiss. Yeah, that would be hot.
I thought of Kenner’s eyes, looking up at me and kissing me. I imagined him touching the back of my hair and running his fingers through my hair. Then I thought of Brax kissing my neck, but then I stopped. I was thinking of them both at the same time. Was this wrong? It felt right.
Who cares? It was my fantasy. I could think what I want! I imagined all four of them surrounding me here, in my bedroom. They got undressed and started touching me. Brax kissed me passionately, while Jax kissed my legs and Kenner and Travis massaged my breasts.
I imagined their cocks, fully erect. What would I do with four of them? I guess I could stroke two, while getting fucked by one and sucking another. It sounds so crazy, but it aroused me. I imagined it. Travis pounding me, while I sucked off Jax and stroked Kenner and Brax. They would all watch me and enjoy sharing me so that everyone could pleasure me.
Then they would switch. Each man making love to me in his own way. It would be raw, untamed sex, but it would be loving at the same time. I didn’t know any other way to describe it. Rubbing my soaking wet clit while thinking about them was a heady, sexual experience. In my mind, their four bodies were around me, naked, hard, sweaty. I imagined being overwhelmed by the manly smell.
My fingers went into my pussy. I was dripping now— Drenched at the thought of those four handsome man ravaging me. Rubbing my clit, I imagined it was Jax’s hands touching me, bringing me to climax. They were naked, I was naked and surrounded by their four big cocks that were hard with their desire for me— Suddenly, I came so hard I squealed in ecstasy. My juices gushed out of my pussy, drenching my panties.
Relaxed now, I got up to change before the dampness had a chance to set. After cleaning up in the bathroom, I got a fresh pair of underwear. I looked in the mirror at myself. The thought of having sex with all four of them was so vivid, so intense. I wondered— who was this person looking back at me? Could I be that adventurous?
I had had relationships before. I guess I handled them okay, but I was no expert. Juggling four guys would be like having four relationships at the same time. Did people do that? Was it even possible? Or was this just some sex fantasy in my head?
Chapter 8 – Jax
It was twenty minutes till noon, and I was feeling restless. Work, as always, was a bit of a chore. Normally, I could just remind myself that I was doing it for the money— and the cars, the vacations, the women— and all that came with it. This would usually be enough that I could easily get back to work, but not today. I was too distracted.
I was thinking about Claire getting up and running that bar all by herself. Must have been lonely, although it was weird to think that. She was in a profession where people came in all day as she greeted them with a smile, but what about her own feelings or desires?
The phone rang, and I took the call. I avoided looking at the clock, conducted what seemed like a lot of business and felt I got something accomplished to justify my enormous paycheck. After hanging up, I waited what I thought was several more minutes. Finally, to reward myself, I looked at the clock, expecting it to be well within the lunch hour.
11:42?! Dammit! That was it: I was taking an early lunch. I told my assistant, Terry, I was going to lunch and not to let anyone else know. I slipped down the fire escape stairs, hopped into my Maybach and drove toward the Bad Penny.
As soon as I walked in, I spotted her at the bar, cleaning the bar top and stacking glasses. She looked tired, but still pretty breathtaking. I stared at her for a second, then composed myself and sat at the bar.
“Hey Claire,” I greeted.
“Oh, hey,” she smiled back. “Sorry, I didn’t see you right away. Still a little punchy from last night. That was late, even for me.”
“Yeah, I hear ya. Shouldn’t party on the weekdays, but sometimes you just gotta,” I joked.
“Did you want something?”
“Hmm? Oh, yeah. Uh, just give me whatever— soda is fine.”
“Soda gun’s out of commission,” she explained. “I’ll get you a bottle. Mexican Coke okay?”
“Yeah, sure. If you’re gonna have soda, why not have real sugar, I say.”
“Be right back.”
She walked out of the room, and I watched her go. The moment she got out of eye sight, I put my head on the bar. What the hell, Jax? Normally, you would’ve already had sex with a chick like this. My game is so off! What the fuck?
“Who said you could take an early lunch?” said a voice behind me.
I looked up. It was Brax.
“What the hell are you doing here?” I whispered. “You’re going to ruin this for me.”
“For you? I’m the one she likes, brother,” claimed Brax. “She’s a woman of distinction and taste.”
Brax sat the bar closer to the door. It was a power move, attempting to block me as she came in.
“Are you serious?” I sighed under my breath.
“What?”
“I don’t get you, man. You didn’t even want to come this bar. The bar that she owns. Now you won’t leave.”
“You should be working.”
“I’m my own boss, just like you are. I can take flex time whenever I want. Stop telling me what to do.”
“Well, at least no one else is here to—”
As Brax was about to finish his sentence, Kenner walked through the door, all smiles. Then he turned and spotted us. His face dropped.
“What the hell are you guys doing here?” he demanded.
“You guys are ruining this for me!” I protested. “I saw her first!”
“I got her to dance!” insisted Kenner. “That’s way more intimate than bringing your drunken friends into a bar to meet a different girl you’d hoped would be here!”
“We all danced with her!” I snapped.
Finally, Travis walked in, while smiling and straightening his tie.
“Oh, dear God,” muttered Brax.
“What the hell are you guys doing here?” he demanded, as if I hadn’t been asking the same question of everyone else before he got here.
“I don’t believe this,” I muttered.
“Hey, I kissed her first,” said Travis. “She’s totally into me, man!”
“You guys wouldn’t even be here if it wasn’t for me!” I insisted. “And I saw her first. That’s a clear dibs. I had dibs.”
“No one has dibs,” dismissed Brax. “What is this? The fourth grade? She’s a grown woman, perfectly capable of making up her own mind.”
“Oh, right,” said Kenner sarcastically. “Because you’re already thinking how you’re going to buy her away from the rest of us.”
“I don’t need to buy my women,” insisted Brax. “I just enjoy taking a woman to the outh of France on the second date. Sometimes the first.”
“Oh, yeah, that’s not a bribe,” I said in disbelief as I rolled my eyes.
“Well, what about you?” said Brax disdainfully.
“What?”
“Oh, what? Don’t pretend, Jax. You’re rich, too. But you know you’ve been seducing women with your tired rebel routine our entire lives,” he dismissed. “You’re getting a little long in the teeth for that. Get some new material.”
“Hey, I lost someone very close to me,” insisted Kenner. “I deserve to get Claire. I need to move on.”
“Bro, please,” dismissed Travis. “It’s been three years since Sasha died. And I’m gonna say it.”
“Don’t say it,” warned Kenner.
“You weren’t in love with her, okay? You were talking about all the problems you two had,” revealed Travis.
“You swore you would never tell anyone that!” snapped Kenner.
“It’s true, though, and you need me to say it so you can start getting over it. You were just holding on because you had nothing else going on. Now suddenly you want to move on and that’s great, but this chick is all about me,” as
sured Travis.
“Oh, because you work out obsessively and take steroids!”
“I do not. Shut up,” said Travis, looking vulnerable.
“Oh, what? Don’t you want the truth to come out? As long as we’re revealing things!” snapped Kenner.
“I do not take steroids,” Travis said back to him. “And what’s it to you, how often I work out? I need to work out to get this body you love to hate on, and accuse me of cheating in order to get.”
We fell into arguing and quite frankly, all of this just made me more determined to win Claire. Finally, she came out of the back with my soda. She stopped in her tracks when she saw that the others had joined me.
“Whoa,” she said.
She blushed and let me tell you something, it was one of the most adorable things I’ve ever seen.
“Welcome back, guys,” she smiled. “Good to see you all. What can I get you?”
Chapter 9 – Travis
“Oh, uh, yes,” said Brax, in answer to Claire’s question, as he was trying to figure out the menu. “Just looking for something gluten free…”
“These poseurs don’t normally eat bar food,” I explained to Claire. “You’re not going to find caviar on there, rich boys.”
“Wrong! There’s this Scottish egg. It’s fried. That has to be fish, right?” guessed Kenner.
“I’d like a corned beef and cabbage sandwich,” I ordered.
“How’d you know we even have that?” asked Claire curiously.
“My mom used to work in a place like this,” I explained. “The Irish Pub up on 20th. She was a bartender. Supported me while I was going to school. Had to do my homework in the supply room.”
“I know what that’s like,” said Claire. “I used to do my homework here while my dad worked the tap. It’s certainly not easy, running a bar in New York City.”
“I’ll just have a burger and fries,” said Jax. “Does it come with a pickle? I’m in the mood for a pickle.”
“I think we have some pickles, yes,” said Claire, writing down the order.
“Caesar Salad with chicken for me,” ordered Kenner.
“The salad’s not very fresh,” warned Claire. “I’d steer clear.”
“Chicken club then,” said Kenner. “Wait, that had lettuce on it. You tell me what’s good.”
“We have the Ploughman’s Sandwich,” she offered. “It comes on hardy Irish brown bread with cheddar and ham.”
“Okay, sure,” agreed Kenner.
I’d known Kenner for a while and the last thing he’d want is anything too “hardy.” The guy ate like a bird half the time. I think he was just too embarrassed to press her for any more information. If he had to, he’d just abandon the bread.
“I should like to try this bangers and mash and a sparkling water please,” ordered Brax, acting all haughty.
“You have no idea what that is, do you?” asked Claire.
“No, not really,” admitted Brax. “But I do love a good surprise.”
“Drinks?”
“Club sodas all around, I think,” I ordered. “Unless you have that sparkling water.”
Claire shook her head that she didn’t. The guys nodded. Well, there was something we could agree on.
“Give me a few minutes,” said Claire. “My cook’s not here yet. If anyone else comes in, just give a shout, okay?”
Claire walked to the back and as she did, I was taken back to my childhood. My mother worked for this guy named Shamus. Shamus was what I like to call a “nice scumbag.” He was a scumbag, to be sure. He watered down drinks, scammed customers and once I saw him take a drunk guy’s wallet. However, he liked me for some reason, and was always very nice to me.
Shamus also liked my mom, in his own scumbaggy way. He would always be doing special favors for her and helping her out more than he had to.
“Hey kid,” Shamus said to me one day when I was in sixth grade. “You wanna beer?”
“No,” I declined. “My mother made me promise never to drink here.”
“What? You saying there’s something wrong with my bar?!” he snapped.
He genuinely scared me that day. I was only 12 and he was a grown man. But now, in retrospect, I realize that like a lot of things Shamus did, he didn’t really mean anything malicious by it. He was just entertaining himself as he always did. Asshole.
“It’s okay, kid,” he laughed. “I was just joshin’ ya. I’m sure your old man did something similar, right?”
“My father left when I was two,” I reminded him.
“I know that sucks, kid. I’m sorry,” he said. “You told me that and I should’ve remembered. Dad’s aren’t so hot, believe me. Mine used to beat the crap out of me. By the time I was your age, I couldn’t wait for him to leave or drop dead.”
“Which did he do?”
“He left,” explained Shamus, taking a sip from his beer. “Then he dropped dead. That’s when I learned, the only person you can rely on in this world is yourself. You read me? Not even me, okay? Don’t rely on me.”
“Way ahead of you there,” I said sullenly.
“It’s true,” he agreed. “I’m not the least bit insulted. You shouldn’t fuckin’ trust a guy like me. If your mother wasn’t drop dead gorgeous, I wouldn’t hire her or do nice things for her. No way. Everyone always has their reasons, even if they’re doing nice things.”
“My mom does a lot for me. She’d sacrifice anything,” I said.
“Now see, right there,” Shamus said, pointing with his beer. “You shouldn’t tell a guy like me that. That’s your vulnerability. You never want people to know that. You just stay quiet. You listen to people. People are stupid. They drink too much, they talk to much— Next thing you know, you know everything about them and you can manipulate them anyway you want.”
I just stared at him, my eyes nearly bulging out of their sockets.
“I’m not saying you should, because it’s wrong,” insisted Shamus. “I’m saying, that people do that. You need to be aware, so you don’t get used. Understand? Jeez, I’m trying to teach you a life lesson here, kid.”
“How do I know it’s any good? You just taught it to me.”
“Ya see? You are learning! Trust no one,” he said finishing his beer. “Listen, when your mother gets here, I need you to run an errand for me. You run to the post office and drop off some bills, huh? I’ll give ya a couple of bucks. Maybe go get some ice cream too, okay. Don’t come back right away.”
My mother walked into the bar. We made eye contact. Shamus smiled that predator smile.
“Hey baby, right on time, that’s what I like!” he said handing me a five. “Go on, kid. Beat it.”
“You didn’t give me the bill I had to mail.”
“Oh, right. Ya know, it’s not even ready. Get me some stamps,” he said, putting his arm around my mother. “Again, take your time, all right?”
So yes, it was very true and I began to see exactly why old Shamus was such a nice scumbag when it came to my mom. My mom was definitely someone I could trust though, no matter what old Shamus advised me. She sacrificed for me so I could have nice things and go to college, but she died before I could pay her back.
Sometimes my success seemed really hollow in that way. I had all this money now. I could’ve bought the bar and paid some guys to kick the shit out of Shamus. Hell, I would probably just send my mother around the world on my dime. She always wanted to travel.
But all I can do now is buy the most expensive flowers for her grave. I guess that’s something. Sad, but something.
“Yes,” Claire was suddenly saying.
I had tuned out during the flashback. Claire was replying to Kenner, who looked like he had just won something.
“Wait-wait-wait!” objected Jax. “I’m taking you out to dinner. That’s the whole reason I came out here! You jumped right into Kenner, you weirdo!”
“Hey, you snooze you lose,” Kenner smiled. “I asked first.”
Oh, damn. And I had been liter
ally nearly snoozing. Daydreaming and remembering, at least. I had missed out on the oportunit I had come here for, and had let Kenner steal it from me, all because I had to wax nostalgic. But there was something about being around Claire that just made me feel warm inside, like when I was a child. I couldn’t seem to stop myself from daydreaming and fantasizing.
“I think you all will probably be working late for the next two weeks, so it’s up to me to take Claire out to dinner,” countered Brax. “Check and mate.”
“Hey, Brax, that’s not cool. You want to throw down? ‘Cause we can throw down right here and settle things,” I insisted. “If you got a pair.”
“You’re threatening me with violence?” asked Brax, incredulous. “That’s no way to talk to your anyone you work with. I should call HR.”
“Yeah, have them check if you still have any balls,” I countered.
Brax stood up on that one. Maybe I would lay him out after challenging him to a wrestling match. I used to do it in college and I was still pretty good. Fortunately for him, Claire intervened.
“Okay, okay!” she shouted over the crew. “Obviously, you all want to date me, and I feel bad that I flirted with all of you.”
Woah. Way to lay it all out there, Claire, I thought. She sure was feisty. I liked that about her.
“It’s fine, Claire,” insisted Jax. “Just pick one of us and the rest of these guys will go peacefully.”
“I see what you did there,” said Kenner, making a sour face. “Just remember, Claire. I did ask first.”
“You guys all made fun of me for even suggesting coming here!” insisted Jax. “Brax called the place a dump.”
He was pulling out all stops now. Claire’s face looked offended, but she just raised her eyebrows as if she was trying to act unfazed.
“I believe my exact words were something like, charming dive,” insisted Brax, trying to remember. “It’s not the usual establishment I venture into, I admit, but, it’s charming. I’m glad I came.”
“Guys…”
“She kissed me,” I reminded everyone. “Claire, I think you have to admit that we shared a moment on the dance floor. That counts for something.”
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