Wrex and the others holstered their pistols. “Just get the fuck out of here,” he said, looking away. He knew my threat wasn't an idle one. They'd lost, I won. That was the end of it.
Well, almost the end of it.
I still had one win left.
“When I'm good and ready.” I drained the rest of my beer, stuffed the pile of cash into my pocket, and grabbed my jacket as I left the table. “Something I gotta take care of first.”
The bar's only bathroom was a small one, the door in a far corner. I pushed it open, peering inside. Tash leaned over the freestanding metal sink, applying lipstick and eyeshadow in the remaining mounted triangle of glass that hadn't been broken off. It served as the room's only mirror.
The checkered, black and white pattern that ran up the walls was a continuation of the same cracked tiles that covered most of the floor. It would've had an old-timey carnival look to it if everything wasn't discolored from age, graffiti and blood stains.
“That was fucking incredible back there.” Tash batted her violet rimmed eyes at me over her shoulder, arching her back. The motion pushed her chest and ass out, revealing all of her smooth, milky midriff. She was in the perfect position to be taken from behind. My lower stomach tightened at the sight of it, I could feel my cock starting to bulge.
I ignored her long enough to lock the door, but when I turned back she was on top of me, her arms draping themselves over my shoulders. I grabbed a fistful of the V-shaped leather below her neckline, thumbing the top button of her halter top open before jerking her toward me into what she thought would be a kiss. I bit her bottom lip instead. She gasped sharply, a thrill of pain shivering through her.
Just as abruptly, I released her lip and held her in front of me to look into those now vibrant, green eyes. She opened her mouth, but couldn't find any words. Tash had no idea what was about to happen. I could see it in her eyes that she wanted anything and everything I could give her.
I shoved her backwards into the bathroom's one doorless stall. She clipped the sidewall and flopped onto the toilet seat unceremoniously. Her lips peeled back into a voracious grin, she was too turned on to stay seated for long.
“Stay,” I demanded, tossing my jacket and vest to hang on either side of the stall wall. Tash leaned back against the cistern and pouted.
Moving away, I slid out of her view. Blocked by the thin wall between us, I slipped off my boot and shoved most of the money I'd won inside, the rest I kept in my wallet. Living on the razor's edge means preparing for the worst. I'd been called reckless before, but never stupid.
“Ronin...” Tash whined. I took another second and listened. I loved hearing my name called out in desperation.
When I rounded the barrier, Tash had a hand working slow circles in her unbuttoned shorts. She grasped me by the waistband and pulled herself toward me. She had my cock out in one quick scoop.
“Eager girl... I take it you're a virgin?” I chuckled. I was enjoying the sight of my thick cock in her small, stroking hand. In the few remaining, not burnt out florescent lights, her skin was pale enough that I could easily spot the raw pink dots on her arm. One was very recent, she must have shot up right before I walked in. There were only a few others, she must have started using recently.
It was probably Wrex that had introduced the drugs to her. I should've stayed and fucked with him more, that slimy prick, I thought bitterly. I'd always been good at reading people. Knowing that this girl was on the cusp of a spiral soured my mood.
In this violent world, drug use was something I came across; not a lot, but frequent enough to make my old needle marks itch.
Tash beamed obliviously, she lived in the moment. Like countless other hang-arounds, she struck me as a girl bored with normal life, someone looking for an escape; whether that was running off with a biker gang, drugs, or random sex in a bathroom with a complete stranger. She was a girl adrift in the shifting current, completely at the whim of any force that would move her.
Part of me wanted to help her, but who was I kidding? I was no hero, just another drifter prick looking to get my rocks off until the day that it all blew up in my face.
“We don't have much time,” she playfully scolded, continuing to stroke me.
“No one ever does.” My ominous tone tarnished Tash's excitement. She looked up at me cautiously, her hand slowing. I reeled my thoughts into the immediate and forced myself back into control with a shark-toothed grin. I reminded myself that I was transient; just a fun, dirty mistake in the making, that's all. “Did I tell you to stop? We have until I say we have.”
Her face lit back up. Introspective or not, with a cute girl's warm hand zealously working my dick, it didn't take much to finish hardening. She knew how to squeeze in all the right places. Tash was definitely no virgin. It'd only been a few days since I'd last gotten my cock wet, but standing there before those big, painted lips, it felt like a goddamn eternity.