3. What the F
3. What the F
Fuck!
I freeze like a deer in headlights as I see two eyes staring at me, unfriendly. I gulp in nervousness and put the empty packet back in my purse and act as if nothing happened.
Ahem
I look up, the bartender narrows his eyes at me as he cleans the glass with a white cloth. He knows! I look down with guilt and slowly pull out a twenty-dollar bill and place it on the counter like an innocent kid.
The bartender further narrows his eyes like a pissed off principal. This time I pull out a hundred dollar bill and look at him with pitiful eyes.
He shakes his head sternly, I pull out another hundred dollar bill and bat my eyelashes at him cutely, hoping we could make a truce.
But his eyes keep getting slant as he keeps narrowing them. In fact, I could hardly see them now. I am so fucked!
This time I pull out two hundred dollar bills and keep them above all the previous ones and silently cry. Pillizzz!
The bartender places his hand on the counter and slowly takes the bills not leaving his scorching eyes from me. My heart thumps heavily as he walks to the other side of the bar, leaving me and the drink alone.
I release a deep breath to calm my ragging nerves, my head feels heavy from all the jail images and lice I imagined.
Suddenly I feel a movement beside me, I see Cason bastard back on his seat. I set my hair to the side and fix my expressions by putting an enticing smile on my face.
Slowly my eyes get bigger as I watch him raise the glass to his lips. I feel my heart racing to Hell and back as the bastard takes a sip of the spiked drink from his rosy plump lips. This is happening!
I feel a whirlwind percolating inside of me as he suddenly stops drinking. I feel a pang in my chest as he raises his hand in the air and calls the bartender sternly. Oh god! This was not supposed to be happening!
Does he know? Or he has a doubt? Am I going to jail?
I start to sweat on my seat as I imagine myself behind the bars, peeing on a common pot, sharing the bed with bugs, scratching my head with lice, and dying of dehydration from alcohol.
“Just one. Thank you.”
I snap out of my daydream in jail without bail and see a female bartender putting ice in his drink. I watch him attentively as he swirls the drink and takes a small sip tasting the liquid on his tongue. I gulp as he gulps.
My heart cut into dice,
Tho he only wanted ice,
If he saw through my lies,
He would sue me thrice.
“Are you done checking me out?” He asks friskily, in a sober tone. Are you talking to me?
I blink rapidly, thinking of some clever words, “You wish! I am lesbian actually.” I lie smugly.
Suddenly, his heated eyes land on me, they slide from my face to the deep V neck of the dress to the naked thighs. I stay seated on the barstool as his grey eyes openly check me out.
Is he examining my dress? Or perhaps the shoes?
“So did you find anyone particularly hot?” His eyebrows twitch up as he asks playfully, taking an interest in me.
My dress slides up as I cross my leg and nonchalantly murmur, “Nahh! Average.” I observe him from the corner of my eye and find him smiling and sipping his drink.
Good boy! Drink it all.
“Did you find anyone particularly hot?” I keep an eye on his glass as I don’t want my prey to be too high to forget his signature or too sober to use his brain.
Cason nods his head as he huskily whispers, “I did. But too bad she is a lesbian.” He looks at me and grins immorally.
I ignore the tickles in my vagina that is caused by a gay and focus on the zeros of millions. “Are lesbians your thing?” I act along biting my lips.
“If she is sexy then yes.”
A tint of redness appears on his cheeks, neck disappearing inside his shirt that is possessively clung to his skin like a hoe. I inhale deeply as Cason seductively pulls his collars up and tries to fan himself.
He is sweating! And so am I!
I couldn’t stop but notice his shirt is no more white but a bit transparent for my view. The layout of his built chest and a few blur abs are like poetry for my porn heart.
“Phew! It’s getting hot in here.” He chugs his drink in one gulp and chuckles to himself. Damn it! Even his laugh sounds like orgasms to me. I throw my hair back and take deep breaths as I repeat in my head,
He is gay. He is GAY. G-A-Y!!
He licked Denni’s asshole!! Probably sucked a hundred dicks!! And rode more cocks than I actually touched.
“Do it again.” He speaks in a deeper voice, I look at him in utter confusion as he repeats dreamily, “Do it, that hair flip.” He swings his drunk head trying to imitate my previous act.
Now that I notice, the pupils in his eyes are highly dilated and his eyes look like dark thunder clouds that will rain on you and make you very wet.
He is high! The perfect high I want.
I lick my lips, tasting the residue of the cocktail on my tongue, and stand up saying, “Do you wanna… go out?”
He blinks his dark eyelashes and smiles, “Your place?”
I chuckle at his drunk ass and walk out locking hands with him. I look to the sides for a cab, so we can get to the nearest marriage chapel fast.
“Hey, taxi!”
As soon as we get inside the car, Cason starts to unbutton his shirt impatiently. His skin appears red and damped as if he just walked out of a suffocating steam bath. I hope he doesn’t die from those drugs. We aren’t even married yet.
“Wha-what are you doing?” I shriek in horror as he scratches his now big bulky crotch that looks like a water balloon inside his jeans. “I-aye-touch me.” His chest heaves heavily as he grabs my hand and makes me touch his throbbing hard-on. Holy cow!
AHHHHHH!
“Jason!” I pull my hand back and watch in fear as he starts to jerk himself in a moving car. He pumps his fist harder as he looks at me aggressively.
What the fuck were in those drugs?
“Treason, will you stop it?” I back away from him, practically hugging the door.
“Scissor!” He growls pumping it harder inside his pants.
Scissors?
Does he want to cut off his dick now?