| Bartenders,
Booze and Barmaids! Oh My! |
Chapter 1
The girl threw herself down on her bed in disgust. She was
tired of dealing with men. Rotten stinking men. They could be such asses.
She’d woken up cranky, and the day had gone down hill from there.
It seemed like everywhere she went, guys were grabbing her ass, staring
at her boobs, and asking for 15 minutes behind a building. She finally snapped
at that one telling him that if that’s all he had, she couldn’t
be bothered with him.
That brought a snort of laughter from new guy. The big new guy with spikes
in his arms. Damn she felt like killing Timon. She began to blush as she
turned swiftly to leave.
“Miss, my drink.” The guy called out teasingly, holding up his
empty glass.
Setting her shoulders angrily, she turned back to get his glass, as he sat
there fondling an exotic looking brunette. She cursed her fair skin as she
felt the tips of her ears burn red with embarrassment and fury. Her Dad
had always teased that everyone always knew what she was feeling by the
color of her ears.
The big man mused to himself as the petite girl stalked off, do her ears
turn red when she was aroused? Enquiring minds want to know. And she was
right 15 minutes with that body would be an insult. He laughed as he caught
the brunette’s slap. “What’s the matter?”
“You! You’re looking at that barmaid’s ass! I hear that
she wouldn’t know what to do with you, because she’s nothing
but a tease!”
“And you would know this how? Did you make a pass at her, and she
refused?”
The brunette gave a squeal of rage and stalked off in a huff, almost knocking
Daye down on her way out.
Grinning, he claimed his drink from Daye and said, “I’d love
to spend a lot longer than 15 minutes with you.” as he suggestively
ran a hand up the back of her knee. He smiled appreciatively as she bit
her lip at his touch.
Of course that smug smile did it. She slapped him, and stalked off fuming.
Laughing he watched her go.
“What a female not blinded by your bad boy charm? Rhade, you must
be losing your touch.” A snarky voice queried.
“Hello Beka. Nothing better to do today?”
“Not a thing.” Beka replied.
Slamming the tray on the bar, she snarled at Harper, “I quit!”
“What? Come on Daye, you can’t just do that to me!”
“Just watch me.” and without another word, she stalked out the
door and down a nearby alleyway.
After she left Harper came running around the bar yelling at Rhade, “You
big lug, what did you say to Daye to get her to quit? She was my best girl.
She didn’t drink, didn’t steal, and she didn’t disappear
every 5 minutes with a customer. Whatever you did, you go and apologize
for it. Right now.”
“Why should I apologize? She’s a barmaid. Bad behavior comes
with the territory little man. And while you’re here, I need a refill.
In fact, why don’t you just give me a bottle?”
“Dammit Rhade, just do it please.” Harper pleaded in a whine
that was beginning to grate on Rhade’s Nietzchean eardrums.
“I’ll think about it.” he growled, “And now about
that bottle.”
“Okay, okay. Gesh.” Harper hurried off muttering.
Daye in the meantime sat on her bed pouting, and wondering if she could
spare the expense of a shower. She’d just quit her job, and didn’t
know where her next paycheck would come from. Depressed, she decided ‘Fuck
it! Go for it.’ She didn’t know when she’d next be able
to afford another.
In the shower, she angrily scrubbed herself fuming about that man. ‘Who
does he think he is? He’s not that good-looking, or that nice! He’s
not what I usually go for. He’s bulkier, and has dark eyes. I usually
like the ones that are not so bulky and who have lighter eyes. More like
that Dylan Hunt in fact. But the man does nothing for me. Maybe he was too
tall. Oh I like him well enough, just not attracted. It would serve that
Rhade if I was though!’
Walking back into her tiny room, she thoughtfully wondered if she could
make it seem like she was to get back at Rhade. By the divine, the man was
infuriating, and arrogant, and needed to be taken down a few notches.
With a small smile, she lay down on her stomach, head on her arms, and dreamed
of payback. Still wearing a towel, she drifted off to sleep.
Rhade meantime, after half a bottle, was still thinking of how her legs
had quivered as he had caressed the back of her knee. He’d never known
a woman with a sweet spot there. He wondered what that said about the rest
of her. She wasn’t the type that he was usually attracted to. She
wasn’t as aggressive, or as bold as the ladies he usually favored.
Still, there was something about her.
Maybe he would find her and ‘apologize’. Grabbing his bottle,
he turned looking for Harper. He found him at the end of the bar, flirting
with a redhead. Snickering he decided not to tell him that ‘she’
was actually a ‘he’. The little man deserved some humiliation
after annoying him.
Glancing around, he could see no reason to stay. No money to be made and
no fights worth fighting. Apologizing to the barmaid was looking better
and better. He left the bar and turned down the alleyway he’d seen
her enter.
Pausing, he sniffed the rank air. Yes, there was her scent. She had such
a light clean scent for an unmodified. A sweet smell. A smell of flowers
that only come out at night. Was that what she was? A flower that only bloomed
at night? If she was, Daye was the wrong name for her.
At the quiet end of a dark tunnel, he came to the door where her scent was
the strongest. It was the last door at the end of a long dark tunnel. He
tried the door, locked. But it was a rather flimsy door. Not like the metal
ones for topside. Looking around, he gave it a small shove. Surprise, surprise,
it opened right up. With an amused chuckle, he leaned on the doorframe,
took a swig from his bottle, and watched her continue to sleep on her stomach.
She hadn’t even twitched at the sound of the door ‘opening’.
He stepped in casually looking around the small room as he closed the broken
door behind him. In appreciation, he eyed the short towel and all it didn’t
hide. Setting the bottle down, he knelt by the bed and drew his fingers
slowly and softly up the inside of her legs to where the short towel ended
just below the curve of her butt.
Daye gave a little moan and shivered as goose bumps were raised, but still
didn’t waken. He could smell the aroma of an aroused female, even
if it was because of a dream.
Smirking, Rhade raised the towel to the small of her back, exposing the
perfect curve of her ass. The two mounds really asked to be spanked, or
bit. With a wicked glint in his eye, he lowered his mouth to just above
the left cheek, paused a moment, then nipped it hard.
That woke her up. She reared halfway up in alarm looking around blinking.
She gave a wide-eyed squeak of alarm at the sight of him.
Rhade looked at her, eyebrow raised, “Did you just squeak at me?”
Then he lay across the back of her legs and laughed, “And by the way,
I didn’t realize how buxom you are.”
Turning red with anger, she quickly dropped back down to the bed. She turned
her head at an awkward angle to glare at him, while she tried to kick and
hit him. He just shifted himself to lie across the back of her knees to
stop that. She moaned as his big square hands began to kneed her ass.
“What do you want Rhade, you fuckin’ Uber?” She screamed
at him in fury as she tried to buck him off. And then beat her feet on the
bed in frustration, when that didn’t work.
Anger flashed in his eyes as he leaned over and bit the back of her neck
hard. “I had come to apologize, but now, I think I’ll pass.”
“Apologize for what? You never apologize. It isn’t in your Uber
nature is it?” She spit out spitefully. She glared over her shoulder
at him, waiting for him to leave in anger.
She didn’t mean to say the words, she was usually had a strong empathy
for other people. It was just that she was thrown off by him showing up
and letting himself in while she had been dreaming about him, well doing
something almost like he’d been doing. She shifted uncomfortably as
her mind wondered back to the dream while looking at him.
She’d had him kissing her feet, then bringing his mouth and teeth
up her calves, stopping at the back of her knees to softly nibble. Then
flexing his bone blades, he scrapped them firmly up the insides of her thighs,
until they pressed up against her cunt. His mouth had slowly and agonizingly
followed. Once at her apex, there was nothing soft or gentle about his tongue
or teeth as they licked and sucked and nipped at her pussy. Her legs were
quivering on his shoulders, and her hips were starting to buck against his
face when he’d woken her up by biting her ass.
She groaned into her pillow. Not only did she not have a job because of
him, but she was extremely horny and frustrated also because of him. It
was disconcerting to say the least. She couldn’t make up her mind
to scream at him in rage, or beg him to fuck her hard.
As if reading her thoughts, he suddenly probed her softness with a finger
and said, “You seem awfully hot to want me to go. Are you sure that
a ‘dream’ will fulfill you?” He smirked at her as she
bit her lip and moaned. “Maybe you aught to apologize to me and beg
me to fuck you.”
“Never!” She was nearly crying with frustrated need.
Rhade changed position until he lay down her full length, keeping himself
raised on his forearms, both to trap and to tease her. He murmured softly
as he rubbed his groin to her ass, “Never? Never is such a long time.
Why want when I’m here and ready, nay eager to satisfy. Men of my
race don’t like to leave a females unsatisfied. It lessens their chance
of other females choosing them, hence lessening their chances to have as
many children as possible.”
He rolled over holding her on top of him, keeping her head tilted back with
a forearm while it’s hand played with a breast. Pinching and pulling
a nipple erect. The other crept down to her moist center, probing with a
finger while his thumb rubbed a circle on her bud. She arched her back when
he finally gripped it firmly.
“I want you to beg. I want you to say what you want.” he whispered
with a throaty purr. He watched her face as he thrust another finger in.
At that moment she broke and decided she wanted pleasure more than pride.
“Please Rhade.”
“Please what? What do you want?”
“Please fuck me.”
“Fuck you. You don’t want me to make love to you?” He
growled dangerously.
“I don’t want to make love. I want a down and dirty ruff fuck.”
She gaspingly begged. She jerked her head around and nipped at his chin.
Rhade gave a satisfied growl against the side of her throat, biting it hard.
Rolling her off of him, he stood. Slowly he pulled his top off. Not that
the tank top covered much anyway. Flexing his golden pecs and abs he smirked
as her eyelids grew heavy with desire as she watched the show. Bolding looking
at her, he slowly undid his leather pants enjoying her obvious pleasure.
No man had the right to look so good in leather. Once he was undressed,
she blushingly realized that his dick matched the rest of him. Long and
thick and at the moment pointing straight up.
He chuckled in appreciation, “I didn’t think that girls still
blushed. And how do you make your ears blush?”
Chapter 2
Her eyes snapped angrily at his words. Rhade just growled
and placed one knee on the bed and entangled a hand in her hair. He jerked
her up to meet his mouth with a harsh kiss. A take no prisoner’s kind
of kiss. She shivered in anticipation, and wondered if she knew what she
was getting into. This was no tame cat to be shooed away if things got out
of control.
Rhade drew back and looked down at her with a predator’s eyes, and
slowly pulled her face to his groin. “I’m going to fuck you
hard, but first you have to give a little to get a lot.”
Oh no, no danger here. No adrenalin rush to increase arousal. Nothing to
make her nipples tighten in desire, or make her pussy damp in anticipation.
No danger at all....And pigs could fly! But hey name one girl who didn’t
like to play with fire. I double dog dare anyone! She thought to herself.
Her eyes drooped again and her mouth watered, wondering if he tasted as
good as he smelled. Her lips parted in anticipation as she tilted her head
back to let him fill her mouth. It felt like he was trying to shove his
entire length down her throat. It wasn’t possible for her to take
all of him, but that didn’t stop him from trying.
His back arched, and bucked against her hands on his hips and groaned as
she started sucking and licking his dick. She pushed against his hips and
tried to withdraw him from her mouth so she could breath. Breathing good,
choking not so good. Her pussy was already quivering in anticipation of
where his dick was going to be, but breathing was still more important.
He withdrew enough for her to catch some air around his size, then tried
to enter fully again. She scrapped her teeth gently against the crown of
his dick in warning. Just a reminder that although he may be the big bad
Nietzchean, at this moment, in this position, he was just as vulnerable
as she. It was a remainder that excited him, which he betrayed by the sudden
harshness of his breath. It seemed that she wasn’t the only one who
liked to play with fire...And she liked that. Give a little take a little.
Or rather take a lot.
As he looked down at her with heavy lidded eyes, she looked up at him. She
began to run her tongue over the tip of his hardness, and run her fingernails
down his length as her other hand played with his balls. Watching him watch
her, she didn’t know who was more transfixed. Him or her.
Damnit, even sweaty, dirty and drunk he still tasted good. No man should
be able to do that! All musky, male and aroused. Exactly what kind of pheromones
did Nietzcheans secrete? If it could be bottled, no doubt he’d make
a small fortune. Maybe she should mention it to Harper. If anyone could
find a way to bottle it, he’d be the one. No way in hell would she
come straight out and say that she’d slept with, no lets be honest,
fucked Rhade. She didn’t want anyone to know that she’d let
him treat her like one of his harem. She could always give hints, and suggestions.
Little innocent remarks dropped casually to Harper. Out of Rhade’s
hearing of course.
With a dangerously feral growl, he withdrew and pulled her up. Almost as
if he could sense her thoughts being elsewhere. Placing her knees in the
crook of his arms, he impaled her in midair and all thought went straight
out of her head, as her pussy became the center of the universe. His dick
was still wet from her mouth as her pussy was still wet from her dream.
Moaning, she wrapped her legs around his upper arms and back as she dug
her nails into his shoulders. His hands kept a firm grip on her ass as she
began to rise and fall on him. In control of the pace for the moment. She
matched him growl for growl, nip for nip.
Arching his back to thrust deeper, he stumbled back into the wall. Turning,
he held her up on the wall instead and took over the pace and power of the
thrusts. With every hard thrust he knocked harsh breaths and moans out of
her. He increased the pace when he felt her pussy begin to tighten as an
orgasm hit her. Her back arched and she hit her head into the wall. She
didn’t even feel the solid stonewall as her pussy convulsed tightly
and liquid heat flowed down his dick.
Giving a satisfied growl, he bit down hard enough to leave a mark in the
curve where her shoulder and neck met. Two steps back, and he was at her
bed. Turning, he slid out for a moment and placed her face down. Half on
and half off the bed, before pressing in again. He grunted as he took charge.
Being Alpha could only be suppressed so long.
She was a little dazed from her orgasm, and truth to tell, a little intimidated
that he was still hard and ready to go. So it was true about a Nietzchean’s
stamina she thought dazed. Wow.
She began to push back into him, but he growled loudly, letting her know
without words that the time for sharing control was over. He grabbed her
hips to better control her movements. Alpha was alpha, and control was everything.
Control was only shared when and where he wanted, and at this moment, he
wanted it all. All she could do was enjoy the friction between them.
His growls were getting louder and longer as his thrusts became harder and
faster, the closer he came to climax. She bit her lip and arched her back,
hands clenched in tangled sheets as she was brought to climax again. He
gave a long last growl that was more of a thunderous vibration, as he at
last came convulsively with the onslaught of her second climax.
He collapsed heavily on her, barely able to keep from crushing her. Groaning,
he rolled off of her, still breathing heavily. Her breaths were non-to steady
either. She opened her eyes and said in an awed voice, “That was incredible.”
Looking at her through slitted eyes, he preened pleased and gratified by
her obvious satisfaction. He said roguishly, “Give me a minute, and
I’ll be ready for another round.”
She answered seriously, “Oh I believe you, but to much of a good thing,
isn’t so good.”
He stilled and looked at her with suddenly expressionless eyes.
She regarded him calmly, gently rubbing his bearded face. “It ends
tonight, and tomorrow it never happened. It was all just a dream.”
“I wasn’t good enough for you?”
“Oh, it was the best sex I’ve ever had, and I could easily get
addicted to it. But I’m not one of your floozies to call when you
have an itch, and then ignore.” She was quiet a moment before continuing,
“Tonight was special. We both needed something and were both in the
same place at the same time. And that is all it will ever be.”
“So you’re using me for stud services.”
“Isn’t that what all Nietzchean males want? To be studs and
spread your genes?”
Rhade looked at the ceiling for a moment, then lifted her chin to look into
her resolute eyes. “I understand, but you must promise me that if
you ever have this itch again, you will call me immediately to come scratch
it.” Finishing he pressed a soft kiss to her lips.
Smiling against his mouth, she laughed, “Oh you are so full of it.”
“Is it working?” He smiled in return.
“You’ve definitely spoiled me for another man, and I can dream
of no other to scratch this particular itch.”
Chuckling, he nuzzled her ear and asked, “The night isn’t over
is it?” So saying, he pressed his firming flesh against her thigh.
She gave a loud laugh as she climbed on top of him. “I can see why
Nietzcheans have so many wives. I don’t believe that a single woman
has the stamina to keep up with their procreation instinct.” She teased.
Rhade gave a satisfied growl as he grasped her generous breasts firmly.
It was a good night, lots of sex with a clean healthy woman. He did wonder
how fertile she was though.