Shitty pop music pumped out overhead, and I tried not to take my gun out and shoot the damn speakers. I had bullets tear through my skin, and it was less painless than this.
Just had to finish my beer, hop on my bike and head home. I took another swig when a loud girly squeal managed to outdo the music.
I threw a glance over my shoulder, almost positive someone was being murdered or tortured.
A brunette in a yellow dress, brighter than the damn sun, threw her arms up in the air. "I love this song!" she screeched as she jumped up and down, her tits bouncing like two perfect balls. She grabbed the blonde next to her's hand, and pulled her to the middle of the bar. Her hips swayed as she walked, and my eyes lingered on her tan bare legs and the way her ass moved beneath the layer of yellow.
"We need shots!" she declared, seconds later, taking hold of her friend and dragging her toward me. She squeezed her ass between an empty barstool and me, propping her elbow on the bar as she waved a credit card at the bartender.
She tossed her hair over her shoulder, giving me a nice whiff, and damn if she wasn't the best smelling thing I'd ever encountered.
"Only one," her friend said. "I have a spin class first thing in the morning and you my friend are way over your limit."
She inhaled a deep breath, and blew out, puffing her cheeks. "Pfft … limit slimet," she slurred, waving her hands. "I'm perfectly fine, just a little buzzed. Besides, I'm home and we're supposed to be celebrating!"
The bartender walked over, and nodded his head to Little Miss Sunshine. "What can I get you?"
"Two red headed sluts!" she declared, and I scoffed. She turned her attention to me, and arched an eyebrow. "I'm sorry. Did you say something?"
"That's not a shot," I said into my bottle.
"Then, what is it?' she demanded, her speech slurring, making it clear this probably wasn't her first shot on her celebration night.
"Fruit juice," I mumbled.
"Aubree, don't talk to him," her friend said, glaring at me, and I couldn't help the smile that tugged at my lips.
She held her finger up to her friend, and moved closer to me, completely engulfing me in her sweet smell. "Then, what would you suggest?" she asked.
"You wouldn't be able to handle it," I replied. I turned on the bar stool until my eyes met her pretty brown ones. They were red as shit, and I wondered how many drinks she already had in her system. My gaze moved across her face. She was like a fucking doll with perfect skin, except for a tiny scar just above her lip.
"Try me," she stated dryly as her friend yanked on her arm, but she ignored her.
"Jack Daniels."
"Done," she said, throwing her arm up. "Make mine a Jack Daniel's instead," she declared proudly, and I just laughed. No one who drank Jack referred to it as Jack Daniel's.
She looked and sounded like an upperclasser. She was completely out of her league here, yet she didn't seem to notice or care.
"Take it easy there, sunshine. Don't want to get too drunk someone takes advantage of you." I winked and her friend, undoubtedly fed up with the whole situation, let out an exaggerated sigh of disgust.
The bartender returned, sliding the two shots across the bar. She handed one to her friend, and they clinked glasses before downing it. Her face was fucking epic as the Jack burned its way down her throat. She closed her eyes, shook her head, and jumped up and down as she fanned her face.
Most guys would have asked her if she was okay, or offer her their beer to chase it, but I was no fucking gentleman. Besides, I did it for my own amusement. Watching her freak out over the burn was entertainment gold.
Another girl joined them and, seconds later, a guy. I turned my attention back to my beer, and let the shitty ass music drown the crowd out.
"Watch this!" Little Miss Sunshine's voice once again rose above the music. She stuck her tongue out, revealing a cherry stem, and then shut her pretty little mouth. A few seconds later, she parted her lips and retrieved the stem that was now tied in a knot. "A little trick I learned in college," she declared.
Unable to control myself, I slowly clapped, swiveling in my stool until I faced her. Her friends stepped back, but she stood her ground, as I continued the mocking applause. "Your daddy must be so proud," I scoffed.
"My daddy is very proud of me," she declared, straightening, clearly not getting my point.
"So, what else can you do with that tongue?" I raised my brow, mocking her, wanting to see her squirm. Wanting to see her shift uncomfortably from foot to foot while dirty thoughts assault her mind.
"Aubree, let's go," her other friend said, wrapping her hand around Sunshine's upper arm, and urging her to move.
She yanked herself away, and moved toward me, unsteady on her feet. To be honest, I was shocked as shit she wasn't head first in a toilet, puking her guts up. She was a feisty little thing even if she was out of her league. She spun back to her friend, her hand out like she was revealing a fucking prize.
"What, am I supposed to be scared of him because he has tattoos? Or because he wears a leather vest?" Her hand reached out to my cut, but I caught her wrist before she went an inch farther.
She gasped at my sudden touch. Her cheeks flushed, and she innocently blinked up at me. Her skin was soft as shit, and touching her sent a jolt to my cock, causing it to harden and throb beneath my jeans.
Ignoring my sudden hard on, I leaned down and looked straight into her doe eyes. "Don't ever touch a man's cut without his permission," I coldly stated, shoving her hand away from me.
"Aubree, now!" her girlfriend demanded and, this time, didn't give her a chance to pull away. She locked her hand around Sunshine's shoulders, and guided her away from me. It was probably for the best. That girl's mouth was making me want to shove my cock in it to shut her the fuck up and relieve the pressure in my balls that she caused. She was loud and opinionated, though, I wondered if it was the booze more than it was her.
It was blatantly obvious this chick came from money. From her sweet little yellow dress that hit just at her knee to the pearls in each ear, there was no denying she was a little miss prim and proper society girl. I just couldn't figure out what the fuck her and her friends were doing here in this shithole. She stumbled into her friend's arms, and hugged her tight. "I love you, Am-maya," she garbled, as the girl carried her away from the bar and propped her up against a wall. Sunshine didn't stay in one place long. She pushed off the wall, declaring her love for a new song and began dancing.
I was going to leave right after my beer, but I found myself taking smaller sips from the bottle as my eyes continued to stare across the small space at her.
Girls never captured my attention. They were time killers, something to get me off, and that was it, but for some reason this annoying girl with boozetude had me a bit intrigued in addition to my raging hard on.
I wanted to drag her into the bathroom, and show her what it was like to be with a real man, because I doubted she'd ever been with one. I'd make her come so hard so quick she wouldn't know what hit her. I wanted to hear her cry my name out as I rammed my cock deep into her tight little pussy. And, I bet it was tight, too, only fucking because she thought that's what her boyfriend wanted, but having no goddamned clue how it felt to have her mind blown.
She looked pure and, while I hated vanilla, I had the urge to make her as dirty as I could. Fuck, I needed to get the hell out of here. It was a long fucking day, and Phil promised me Jack and a naked chick and he always followed through.
I threw a few bucks onto the bar, and downed the rest of my beer. I turned toward the door and my damn eyes immediately landed on Sunshine, having what looked like a heated conversation with some guy. As I got closer, there was a sudden break in the music, and I could hear them.
"Leave me alone," she slurred, but the guy didn't back down. If anything, it only fueled him to move closer.
"Not until you answer me, dammit."
"I already did. Now, please get out of my way."
"That wasn't an answer."
Too fucking tired to care, I ignored whatever stupid argument they were having and headed straight to the door. The bitch wasn't my problem, and it was best to keep it that way. My hand landed on the door, ready to push out into the night, when instinct took over.
"Leave. Me. Alone!" She shoved at his chest, and he pushed forward, grabbing her upper shoulder hard.