"Hey, see that guy over there? The one asking for his check?"
"Ummm, yeah," she says, looking surprised.
"Do me a favor and throw up the Star Trek hand gesture at him, you know the one I'm talking about?"
They start giggling.
"Yeah, I know it, hang on."
Tommy glances over and she gives him the ol' 'live long and prosper' hand gesture of the Vulcans. I don't even turn around to look, I just wait for it.
"Trekkies? You fuckin' kiddin' me?" he hollers. I'm laughing so fucking hard inside it's killing me.
"That was absolutely perfect, thank you," I say. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to go tend to my friend before he has an aneurysm."
"But you just got here," she says.
"Give me five minutes."
I walk over towards Tommy and he looks pissed.
"Thought the bros were hanging out, Judas? Selling out for 30 pieces of pussy, aren't you?"
"It was just a joke. Calm down Jar Jar."
"Nobody calls me Jar Jar," he says, pretending to be pissed while smiling.
"I'm here, bro. Let's grab another one."
"Nah, fuck it. I already tabbed out, I was just fuckin' with you. You're going to nail that redhead anyway. I can see it in her eyes."
"Yeah, I think you're right," I say nonchalantly, glancing back over to her.
"Catch you tomorrow?"
"Yeah, buddy."
I give him a quick fist bump and he heads to the door.
***
"So, what are your names?" I ask as I'm walking up to the table.
They both turn red and giddy.
"I'm Olivia," says the redhead.
"Jennifer," says the other.
"Joel, nice to meet you."
"Yes it is," Olivia says in a flirtatious tone. I'm already imagining grabbing hold of that red hair and pounding her from behind.
My cock must thinking the same thing, because he's readying himself for battle in my pants.
"Sorry about the Vulcan earlier, he's in a foul mood."
"Why?" asks Olivia, pretending to be interested.
"Oh, the doc botched his sex change. Gave him a micro penis."
They both nearly shoot their drinks out of their noses. If only Tommy were still here.
"You're a funny man, Joel," says Olivia, running her hand onto mine. That's right. If you like my hand, wait until feel on my cock later.
I don't have to wait long. Her hand goes under the table and starts up my thigh, working its way towards my erection. Redheaded and crazy, confirmed.
Her friend can definitely see she isn't going to win the prize.
"Well guys, I'm getting tired. I'm going to head out."
"Ok," says Olivia instantly.
Fuck, this chick wants it bad, practically giving her friend the boot. I'm not working for it at all. It's almost too easy, the crazy look in her eyes makes up for the lack of challenge.
Jennifer gets up and leaves after paying her bill. I scoot over next to Olivia and make myself comfortable. She's now staring straight into my eyes, rubbing up and down my stiff prick over my slacks. I feel I should return the favor. I work my hand down between her legs. She squirms a bit at the first touch but quickly relaxes and parts them for me. She has on a skirt and I'm working my way under it.
I take her hand and remove it from my cock so I can get in closer to her. I lean over and whisper, "It's all about you right now."
Yeah, right.
I start circling her clit that's swollen and pulsating. She closes her eyes, letting me work my magic. I get underneath her panties and she's soaking wet. She rests her hand on top of mine as I take two fingers and work them inside of her. She can barely contain herself.
"I'm going to make you come in front of all of these people," I whisper in her ear.
Her eyes get big.
I'm at an awkward angle but her hot little cunt is making me forget all about it. I'm not about to stop. I start to increase the tempo, running my thumb on her swollen bump in little circles while submerging my fingers into her and gripping upward. She lets out a small moan and covers her mouth.
The waitress walks up and she tries to pull my hand out of her skirt, but I shove my fingers even further inside of her.
"You guys need anything?" she asks.
"No," Olivia squeaks at the waitress as I smile.
"I'm ok for now," I say.
"Ok, well just let me know."
She walks away and I whisper, "Is there something you need, Olivia? Just ask for it and I'll give it to you."
"Your cock," she mumbles.
"What's that? I couldn't hear you."
She stares me down, hungry for dick.
"I want your fucking cock in me."
"Not before I get you off under this table."
I start flicking at her clit with my thumb and working my fingers while she gasps for air, moaning under her breath.
"Are you almost there?"
She nods quickly. That's right.
Her thighs are quivering and I can feel the energy rushing down into her toes as they curl in her heels.
"Shhhh," I say, as she starts to rock her hips under the table.
"Fucking come for me, now." I exhale into her ear.
She lets loose and comes all over my fingers. She's panting and her legs stiffen. She starts shuddering from the waist down, doing everything she can to not cry out.
"I need you right now."
Well that's music to my ears.
"Follow me," I mumble.
I grab her hand and lead her toward the restroom, looking around to make sure nobody sees us. She opens the door to the ladies' room and nobody is inside. I'm keeping a look out and all of a sudden I'm yanked into the bathroom. She locks the door behind us and stands there staring at me, her small breasts rising and falling with each heavy breath as she eyes her prey.
She drops to her knees and yanks me over to her by the back of my legs, eye-level with my cock. She rips my belt loose and undoes my button and zipper. Before I know it my pants are at my ankles and she is staring at my swollen prick, eyeing it hungrily. She takes it in her hand and teases the tip with her tongue while staring up into my eyes.
"I want to taste you," she says.
I immediately grow another inch in her hand.
"It's all yours. Do what you want with it."
"You want me to put this cock in my mouth?" she asks playfully, stroking it steadily.
"Fuck yes."
She takes me in her mouth and starts sucking me off rapidly, stroking my cock with both hands.
"God damn," I holler. "That's it, just like that."
She spits all over the tip and starts fondling my balls before taking all of me into her mouth. She releases my cock for a moment.
"Fuck my fucking mouth," she yells.
Gladly.
I grip the back of her hair and start fucking that dirty little mouth of hers while she gags and lets saliva drip down her chin. I'm relentless and she loves it. I grip her hair even tighter and ram my cock down her throat. The harder I fuck her mouth the more excited her eyes grow.
I start to pull out to give her a breather and she swallows it whole, shaking her mouth on the base of my shaft.
"Jesus Christ!" I holler.
She leans back and spits down the length of me, stroking me back and forth. It feels amazing. Her tiny hands make me look huge.
"I want that cock in me, now," she demands.
I yank her up by her armpits and throw her against the door.
"You want this fucking cock? How do you want it?"
"Hard. Fuck me hard."
I'm about to give her everything she's wishing for. I hike that skirt up over her tight, toned ass. I'm getting amped up, I love a girl who likes it rough and isn't afraid to ask for it.
"Spread your fucking legs," I bark at her.
She does as I say and I whisper, "You want this cock in your pussy?"
I hold my prick in my hand and start
slapping her ass with it, rubbing it up and down on her ass cheek and under that steaming cunt.
"Fuck yes."
I slap her ass hard, leaving a pale handprint that quickly turns red when the blood rushes back to her ass cheek.
"Ohhhhh!" she coos.
I lick my hand and rub it up under her, gripping her hair into a pony tail with my other. She's soaking wet and ready.
"Spread that little cunt for me."
She reaches back and parts her swollen lips.
I hold my cock around the base and press it into her slowly as her eyes close and she claws her nails into the door.
"Fuck!" she screams.
I pull my cock back out of her and quickly plunge it back in. She moans loud enough for the whole bar to hear, neither of us give a fuck at this point.
"Yeah, you like that shit, don't you?"
I pull back out and ram it into her again, loving hearing her scream and beg for more. I repeat this three more times and on the fourth I plow into her and start pummeling her little fuck hole. She bites into her arm, her petite frame shaking with each thrust into her.
I reach around and yank her shirt up, exposing two supple little breasts. I grab one of them and squeeze her hard, erect nipple while I keep pounding that pussy from behind. My pelvis is slamming into her ass and the back of her legs. The smacking sounds of her saturated cunt that's dripping down the inside of her legs echoes through the bathroom.
She's in another world right now.
"You gonna fucking come for me?"
"Yes, fuck yes, I'm so close. Please don't stop. Keep fucking me."
"Well do it then, come on this big fucking prick."
I feel her tighten a little as she bites down on her arm once more. I start railing her harder and faster and she squeals and stares back at me with a look of pure ecstasy on her face.
"I'm coming! Fuck me. Fuck me," she screams.
I slam balls deep into her and she is on cloud nine, having the most intense orgasm of her life. She starts bucking her hips back into me and tries to scream but words won't come out. I grip her hair even tighter and move my other hand up around her neck, still pounding into her quivering cunt as hard as I can. She clamps down on me, refusing to release it. I fucking lose it, she can tell I'm about to blow.
"Get on your fucking knees," I holler.
I slip my dick out of her and it's glistening with her juices. I start stroking it off as she drops down to her knees in front of me, her back up against the door.
She sticks her chin out in the air while I pump my prick furiously with my hand. I nod quickly and she opens her mouth.
My legs and ass start to spasm and I can't hold out any longer as my load rushes to the head of my cock. I release and it sprays into her hair and across her cheek. The second wave hits her square in the mouth and I can tell she loves every bit of it. She holds out her tongue as I squeeze out every last ounce, standing there in a daze, a little light-headed.
I slap my swollen head on her tongue a few times and then rub it along her cheek, wiping up my come with it. She reads my mind and starts licking it off of the tip of my prick and then swallows the head of my cock. I can feel her tongue cleaning all of it while I'm inside of her mouth.
I finally slip out of her. She holds out her tongue with a puddle of my jizz squarely in the middle of it, then closes and swallows it all. She opens back up to show me it's gone.
"Holy fuck," I say.
"That was fucking amazing," she manages to reply while gasping for air.
I hoist her back up under her arms and she shimmies her skirt back down over her ass. I grab some paper towels and help her get the rest out of her hair.
We walk back out to the table: hair disheveled, both sweaty and panting. The waitress and a few others stare at us.
"Sorry, she lost a contact," I say with a big smile.
Olivia starts giggling as we near our table. I throw some cash down for my tab.
"Sorry, I have to get going. I have some stuff to get done in the morning."
She looks sad, I don't like where this is going.
"You're leaving me already?"
"I'm really sorry. I have to get some sleep."
"But—"
I cut her off before she says something about wanting to go on a date, or even worse, that she loves me. Yes it happens.
"Hang on."
I grab a pen from the waitress and scribble down a fake number. I'm not even sure it has the right amount of digits.
"Give me a call, ok?"
"Ok," she says, now smiling.
God damn, I dodged a bullet there. I walk out of the bar into the cool night air, feeling like a new man.
You have to be more careful, Joel. The panty whisperer is nobody's boyfriend.
JOEL HANNOVER
"CALM DOWN LIVI," I SAY, as she sobs in front of me.
"I don't know why he would do that? Why would he give me a fake number?" Olivia cries.
Well, maybe if you didn't bang every decent looking guy who smiles at you.
"I don't know, sweetie. Come here."
I wrap her up in a hug. This girl is a mess and this guy is a fucking asshole. I mean she shouldn't be fucking guys in the bathroom of bars and expect a relationship, but he could have at least humored her, let her down easy.
"I fucking hate him. We have to make him pay for this," she hollers, weeping into my shoulder again.
Man, this guy did a number on her. Olivia is a sweet girl and the best of friends. I've known her since we were 10-years-old. But dealing with men is not her strong suit. She has no self-control. She falls hard as soon as she meets somebody and always gives it up way too soon.
"Just give it time, you'll find a good guy."
"No, fuck him! Fuck that asshole. You have to get even with him for me. If anyone can, it's you. Guys always fall for you."
Yeah, maybe it's because I make them work for it. Beg for it even. I love to have sex as much as the next girl, but I don't just offer it up immediately. Not to mention, watching them squirm in anticipation makes it way more fun.
She starts to smile and I don't like where this is going.
"We're going to make him fall in love with you. And you're going to crush him."
"Look Liv, I think you're just upset and living in the moment. Just calm down and give it some time."
My words don't even register, she just stares at me. I have to say something.
"Come on, I'm really busy. I have work and ummm..."
"Please," she begs. "For me?"
I can see I have no choice. She's not going to drop this. This is so fucking childish, I don't know why I'm about to agree to it. But she's always been there for me, and I have to admit, teaching this prick a lesson sounds pretty fun. He sounds like an arrogant douchebag.
"Fine, I'll do it."
She starts jumping up and down, clapping her hands.
"Thank you, thank you!"
Jesus, how pathetic, she's lucky I love her to death.
"The waitress said he's in there all the time. It's at McConnell's. Take Brandi with you, he's already met Jennifer. He had a friend with him last time, she can keep him occupied."
"So, I'm supposed to sit there every night, waiting for a guy who may or may not come in? I have no idea what he looks like."
All I get is a stare in return. Finally, she says, "You'll know when you see him. Trust me. He'll hit on you."
"Fine, but you're paying my bar tab for the week."
"I will, I will, I promise."
What am I getting myself into?
***
Brandi and I walk into the bar and head over to a corner booth. I'm in some jeans and a tight-fitting top. Nothing too over-the-top sexy, but it'll get the job done. Getting all dolled up isn't really my style.
We're ogled by a group of older men as we walk in, it's because of me. Not trying to sound cocky, but I get stares everywhere I go. Brandi and Livi never want me to go anywhere because the guys always fl
ock to me.
The waitress walks over and I order a scotch on the rocks. Brandi orders some kind of fruity girl drink. No wonder guys treat them like little girls. Probably because when it comes to their social lives, it's exactly what they act like. Girls don't get respect. Giving it up immediately doesn't earn a guy's respect. You have to tease them, leave them wanting. You can't be a slave to your greater urges, you have to hold out longer than them, which isn't hard to do whether you're dealing with college boys or grown men. They are horny bastards with one thing on their mind. It's how they're wired.
"I can't believe I agreed to this shit. We don't even know what this guy looks like."
"He's fucking gorgeous," Jennifer gushes. "That's what Livi said anyway. She couldn't believe he even talked to them. She said he's about six-foot-two, built like an Olympic swimmer, brown hair, green eyes. Probably early thirties."
We'll see how fucking gorgeous he is. Olivia likes to embellish.
"So she really fucked him in the bar?"
"In the bathroom. Well, according to her, he made her come under the booth and then fucked her in the bathroom."
"Wow."
"Yeah, she said it was incredible. The best she's ever had, by far."
What is she? This guy's cheerleader? We'll see how beautiful this asshole is when I get done with him. I might as well have some fun with it.
***
We've been there about an hour when Brandi starts tapping my shoulder repeatedly.
"Oh shit, oh my god, that has to be him, act cool."
Act cool? I can see why I don't go out much with them. They're all great girls who I would do anything for. But I left the high school boy crushes where they belong, in high school. I'm surprised she didn't wear some One Direction fan girl t-shirt.
Thank god this asshole turned up on the first night. Maybe my whole week won't be ruined. I turn around to see what all the fuss is about and he pierces me with those emerald green eyes. God damn, they were telling the truth if that's him. He is a beautiful specimen if there ever was one. Fuck, he's hot.
"Wow," I say, before I realize the words have escaped my mouth.
"He's fucking gorgeous."
It doesn't matter. I'm still going to teach this guy a lesson for fucking my friend over. I have a few unfamiliar butterflies as I see him and his friend looking over at us. I don't usually get nervous around men and it's frustrating me. He turns back to talk to some people. I'm assuming they are regulars, but he keeps checking me out.
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