Allow Me To Be Blunt

What are you scared of?”

He haunted me. Not just in touch but in thoughts lingering in areas that should’ve been off limits, introducing pleasures I was foreign too, mastering needs before I’d been given the chance... 

I wanted to.

Not just that night.

Six others.

Like I said, he’d been in my head… now my body too.

 

 

 

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“Right here.” His breaths tickled my neck, sweet, short and quick, chasing our desires, his promise, my ambitions, the goal was to take turns until—

“We can’t do this.” My conscious kicked in. “I came to say goodbye.” I slipped away, buttoning my shirt. Luckily my bra was still intact, I had some courage in me, I thought.

“Then say it,” he walked towards me, leaving the couch that knew me well. Any closer and I would succumb, I thought, distancing myself. “You do a better job with your tongue anyway—”

“Shit!” I cursed, tripping over the carpet and backing into a wall— no, the wall. He had me and he knew it. His mouth curled into a dangerous smile; we’d been here before. Same wall. Familiar resistance. Hopefully, I said to myself, different result. “Say goodbye Nikki...” He had me cornered.

But it wasn’t that simple.

Yes, he was attainable.

Available? Not exactly.

At least not to me.

Not completely.

His lips fell on me savagely, preying the side of my neck, biting the tip of my ear lobe whilst his hands roamed free, free to unleash me. I gasped at his touch rubbing the seam of my zipper in my jeans, grabbing my sex. I felt skin, his… I’d become undone. The rush that came over me was pure sin, lust mixed with betrayal, demanding I engage.

And so….

 

I stayed.

 

 

Chapter One

A week ago

 

“To bad intentions,” Kelly raised her glass, toasting to the night. For New Year’s Eve, Sables was pretty scarce on company. You had the usual suspects we had zero interest in with their tatted girlfriend/s (some of them knew of the other), their drugged-up friend, their supplier and the occasional haughty drunk who never left with his face intact. Then there was us, I was there because of Kelly, she wanted to be entertained, which meant the only sins worth confessing that night had to be cardinal.

“The night’s still young Nikki,” she yelled above the music. I Get Off by Halestorm was bumping:

 

There’s so much left unspoken between the two of us,

It’s so much more exciting to look when you can’t touch…

 

Then came the change, not just in Kelly’s tone, her eyes, they screamed ‘excite me’ and were hooked to the door. Game just walked in.

There were two of them.

The one, you undressed at the door. He had that ‘good for the night, run by sunrise’ alarm, you know the ‘fuck-me-in-a-heartbeat’ appeal, maybe our age, exactly what she needed and I preferred… if it was Monday.

The other, a little older, years he could burn off and you wondered about, like the ‘how much fun we could have if he were to lose control?’ type. Less of Kelly’s speed— if she only knew— but I had an appetite for. His graveness was menacing, borderline carnal, something about him wrung rather familiar, in a once upon a time I was hoe way or close, I had to know, a little danger never hurt anyone right?

 

“Dibs on steel,” Kelly whispered, adjusting her body on the stool, breathing life into the tight little black dress accentuating every curve on her body that night. Red was my colour, I had some assets on display too.

“We want to be noticed not desperate,” Kelly emphasised before leaving the house.  It’s all part of the game, she’d say, you can’t win if you don’t play. And honestly, up until fella number two—

‘steel’ as Kelly mildly put it— I wasn’t sure if I was playing. “Have a quick look Nikki, did they come in together or lightening just struck twice?”

“Separately,” I noted.

“Good, so no relation.”

 

They sat on different tables, considering they didn’t make their way to the bar straightaway I figured they were either spoken for— but no rings, I had to be sure, these days the twenties acted like they were pushing forty— or they had dates. I mean, again, it was New Year’s Eve, nobody really showed up anywhere alone.

“I hope she stood him up,” Kelly stated, looking over her shoulder, slightly irritable at number two’s undivided focus on his device. Until we’d been formally introduced, I reduced them to numbers. “Maybe I should go over, say something like ‘hello, you look like you need a little ‘me’ time’,” she joked. I cracked a smile; pick-up lines weren’t my style. 

“But are you sure about him?”

“Why?” She got defensive. “You want him?”

“No.” I lied. “I thought you wanted a hit and quit,” I said a matter-of-factly, using her words against her… on purpose.

 

I was in the game, and number two, ‘steel’, he was on my radar. 

 

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Night one, he was Kelly’s.

He had to be.

I figured I’d respect her call to go after him first, you know, let her set the pace before I engaged, it was more fun that way.

“Mind if I take this seat?” She approached him, finally, it took four shots of vodka and two rounds of eye fucking between us (that’s right, me and steel) before she built some courage to get over there. Her position was perfect, she had her back to me and I had my eye on him until—

“Mind if I buy you a drink?”

Number one approached me. My head turned ever so slightly, I still needed my body open to feed into number two’s glares of projected sex and promise, because again, even though he was over there with Kelly his attention was on me. 

 

“It depends?” I smiled, acknowledging number one. I’d admit, I underestimated him. Up close he was more than just Monday, ‘we’ could run through Wednesday, I thought.

“Depends?” He slid a bill to the barman. If he was drinking, I was too. And I must’ve been predictable because he had a cosmo coming my way— you know, for the ‘independent’ types. “You smell good,” he said with sex on the vocals, ensuring there was little to no distance between us. His shoulders brushed up against mine tactfully, never lingering too long but enough to deliver a message: ‘I’m here and your space is mine’. I liked it.

“Senora.” That was the name of the perfume. 

“Senora,” he purred his r’s. “Is that your name too?” He was fishing.

“Nicki.” I gave him my hand to shake, reinstate formalities, bring us back to ground zero. 

“Jack.”

He turned my hand down. Opted for a kiss instead. The ‘French’ hello’s to be precise, but was a little less polite, slipped a tongue out somewhere in that count, tracing a finger around my jawline before tipping my chin up to have me look him in the eye:

“I’ve got a room right across the street,” his thumb caressed my bottom lip, “all you have to do is name your price and we take this somewhere else.”

 

Price? He thought I was a whore. I smiled. I mean I could’ve been offended, blushed like some maiden but I was playing tonight, remember?

“It depends?” I opened my mouth, tempting him to stick a finger in there but he didn’t, nor did he misread the cue. He was leading, and if we were going to do this, we were going to play by his rules. So….

“What exactly are you paying for Jack?”

 

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His name is Pierce. Job’s classified, for now. Claims he’s in education, I don’t believe him. He’s very vague on details. Now bad news, I won’t be getting lucky tonight. He says he wants to get to know me, ‘unlock my secrets before my body,’ his words.

And in other news, we were wrong about them,

They know each other.

 

Night!

 

I put my phone away, reading the end of Kelly’s text, happy number two, steel, finally had a name. I pegged him for a J.P— John Pierre— or a J.P.J— John Paul Jones, you know initials with sex, charm, history. But Pierce would do, I thought to myself, it was decent, it came close. I mean, ‘unlock my secrets before my body?’ He was either a romantic, blow hard or master of the game. And ‘they,’ Pierce and Jack, knew each other. Friends entering a bar as strangers. Why? What’s the play boys? 

“Interesting,” I wondered.

“What’s interesting?”  Jack returned with a bottle of wine in his hand— Malbec— and you know what they say about Malbec? Adult toys and dipped pizza crust in ranch. Apparently, it’s a thing... my thing too.  

“My friend…” I watched him at the bar… undressing me. Our forty-five was in session, he’d already squandered seven minutes down in his wine cellar but we still had enough time left to waste, “… she’s having a good time.”

“Is she?” He joined me in his living room, I was lounging on the sofa that appeared untouched. It was spotless. Polished. Furniture like that with someone who looked like him must have a past, I reckoned. “Well, your friend won’t be the only one having a good time,” he continued, handing me the glass. I took a sip, one was enough. I already knew what I was up for and I needed very little encouraging.

 

I can do it slow now tell me what you want

Baby put your phone down you should turn it off

 

The song blasted, seducing the room through built in wall speakers. Two things crossed my mind: one, Jack had good taste in striptease music and two, Jack knew more about me than he was telling. Think about it: two friends walk into a bar as strangers, pick up the only two ‘available’ girls, and mistake one to be in the sex business? Calculated or mere coincidence?

“I thought you might like this,” he left the room— again— returning with a neatly wrapped silver and gold box. “For you,” he handed it over. 

I recognised the logo at the corner, Voir, French for ‘to see,’ the lingerie store. I happened to be a regular, information I wanted to believe Jack was oblivious too but it was incumbent to me I was wrong about him. Maybe both— Pierce too. Maybe where I should’ve elaborated about or on them I glossed over, I pondered.

“First door on the right,” Jack said, gesturing towards the bathroom. Whatever was in the box, he wanted on me… I had other ideas.

 

I’m not gonna fight it,

 

I stood up, turned around, backing into him slowly. “I’ll need help...” With my zipper, I failed to add. But he knew where to look.

Gently, he traced his fingers from my lower back to the hook of my dress.

His lips brushed against my shoulder.

The drees hit the floor.

My flesh… 

Was on the menu.

“Like what you see,” I faced him, the song faded out, a new one begun—

 

 I like it when you lose it

 

I led him by his chest, pushing him back onto the sofa, never taking my eyes off him— nothing could interrupt the visual, I told myself— settling between his legs. He forced my hand on his groin, letting it run over his erection, reminding me of what exactly he was paying for, that I was his sub.

“Unbutton me.” He reached out for my neck, lowering me to the floor, looking on as I proceeded to release his member with my teeth. First the belt, which I struggled with but he had no trouble helping me cheat— his race to pleasure was an emotion in motion— then the button, and finally the zipper—

His phallus sprung out in my face.

 

When we f**

 

“Lick it,” he whispered, rubbing the wet head over my lips. I started slowly, waltzing my tongue over the head before massaging the base with my hand, establishing rhythm. I was unsure of exactly what he liked— watching him masturbate would’ve helped— but still, I was enjoying the free reign he was giving me. Shielding my bottom teeth with my tongue, I widened my mouth around his cock, taking it in. He moaned:

“Now, suck me.”