“I want you to suck it,” he said.

The pale dancer licked her lips and leaned down to wrap them around his cock. Will leaned his head back and closed his eyes as she expertly ran her mouth up and down his length, moaning against it. Her soft hand cupped his balls and the bottom of his shaft, moving in a gentle rhythm. After a few moments, however, Will had no interest in gentleness. He tangled a hand in her dark brown hair and started controlling the pace, pushing her head down deeper and deeper on his cock until every inch of it was in her mouth. When she came up again, she took a deep breath and smiled at him.

“Should’ve guessed you’d like it,” said Will as he watched her lick saliva from her lips.

“Only with cocks as nice as yours,” she replied. As if it heard her, his dick moved in her hand as she rubbed it. She bent back down and began sucking again, letting Will fuck her face as she kneeled over him. He only let it go on until he felt close to the edge, then pulled her head away by the hair and commanded her to stand up.

Bouncing off the cushioned seat of the private room, he swung the girl around and bent her over the back, her knees digging into the seat. Will ran his hands down her curves, and then smacked her heart-shaped ass, smiling at her answering yelp. Her sounds turned to moans when she felt Will’s hand run down her slit with forceful pressure.

“Christ, you’re already soaked and ready, aren’t you?” he said to her, his voice rough with lust. The dancer writhed under his touch. “Just a bitch in heat.” He pushed three fingers into her pussy without warning, and she moaned louder.

“Please, fuck me,” she begged, laying her face on the back of the chair.

Will pushed his fingers harder inside her, deeper. “What did you say? I didn’t quite hear that.”

“Fuck me, please! Fuck me now!” she screamed, gasping with every move of his fingers.

In one swift move, Will pulled his fingers out and fished a condom out of his pocket, slipping it on before positioning his hard cock at her pussy entrance. He waited till she begged one more time before he plunged his entire length inside her. The dancer cried out in pain and pleasure, squirming underneath him, pushing her ass back against him to invite him deeper.

His powerful became more forceful with each passing moment as he fucked her hard against the chair, shoving his body into hers, sweat dripping off his face and onto her glistening gorgeous back. He reached his greedy hands underneath to paw at her tits, grasping while he fucked her and to her moan and cry as she came twice on his hard cock. He didn’t slow his pace, lost in the feel of her warmth surrounding his own hot shaft.

As her third orgasm approached, Will let his own finally erupt. He practically roared as his hips slapped against her ass just before he came, then pulled out and yanked off his rubber in time to shoot his load in warm streams across the skin of her back and ass.

The dancer collapsed in the chair, exhausted and sensitive from her multiple orgasms. Something on her face said she wasn’t happy about the come on her back, but Will didn’t give a fuck. Instead he offered her his cock, wet with her juices, to clean off. He’d made a good choice and found a girl who was as dirty as he was, smiling as she accepted by wrapping her mouth around him and sucking him clean.

Without another word, Will gathered his pants up and straightened his cut. He didn’t wait for her to get dressed or clean herself up. He could hear the sound of her voice trailing him as he left the private rooms and headed back out to the main stage, eager to see which girl was next.

 

 

~ THREE ~

As she towel-dried the last of the pint glasses that morning, Eva said to Charlie, “Bartending isn’t so hard. Do people really go to school to learn this?”

Charlie scoffed a little. He took the glass from her and nested it carefully among the rest in the cupboard. “What we’re doing isn’t exactly bartending. No one’s asked for anything more complicated than a Jack and Coke in this place.”

“I suppose you’re right,” said Eva as she let her gaze wander over the few barflies posted up this early in the day. Uncle Owen had given them a heads-up about the regular drunks, the ones for whom there was no AA or miracle redemption left. Aside from feeling great sympathy, Eva didn’t mind them. They kept to themselves.

Charlie stood up and closed the sliding cabinet door. He looked down at the paper checklist sitting on the bar and crossed one off the list. “All right, I’m going to trim that oak behind the house that’s starting to pull up the rain gutters. Can you hold the place down for a little while?”

Eva gave a look out to the silent room. “I think I can manage.”

Charlie smiled and clapped a soft palm on the side of her face before he shoved the checklist in his front pocket and headed out the back door of the bar. Eva finished cleaning up the bar surface and threw her towel in the laundry pile in the back room. She spied the cordless phone hanging on the wall from the corner of her eye and yanked it off.

As she walked back around to the bar, Eva punched in the number for her best friend, Laura. She glanced at her watch with the phone to her ear, hoping she wasn’t calling too early on a Saturday morning.

“Hello?” From behind Laura’s voice, Eva could hear the sound of sizzling and some indiscernible song playing from her kitchen counter MP3 player.

“I can’t believe you’re actually home and awake on a Saturday morning. Fruitless night at Donatella’s?” Eva smirked, leaning on the bar.

Laura’s laugh instantly lightened Eva’s mood. “I suppose that depends on how you define ‘fruitless.’ ”

“You skank.”

“I miss you. Why did you have to bail to that stupid little place?” Laura whined.

Eva sighed and stared out at the quiet room. One of the barflies hiccupped with his whole body, making her curl her nose in disgust. “I haven’t even been gone a week.”

“It already feels weird, though. How is everything?”

“Also weird. The place isn’t bad, though. It’s on the edge of a really lovely forest, you wouldn’t believe how quiet it gets.”

Laura snorted. “Great, so now I have to worry about you getting eaten by a bear, or some shit, like you’re a cavewoman.”

Eva laughed. “This is rural America, Laura. I didn’t get dropped in the vast Siberian wilderness. Have you ever even been outside of Silverton?”

“Sure, to other civilized places, like New York or Seattle. Not to some Podunk village like Horlong where everyone’s a meth head or a diner waitress.”

“Howlett.”

“Whatever, it’s crossed off my map.”

Eva shook her head, smiling even as her heart ached with homesickness. “Well, you’ll be even more delighted to know that the bar I’m running is a dive.”

Laura gasped. “Jesus, Eva! I swear, I don’t know what’s gotten into you.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” said Eva as she dug a nail at some imperfection in the bar’s glossy surface.

“Come off it, you know what I’m talking about. Eva-three-years-ago would have never agreed to just up and leave the city with her meathead brother to go run a dive bar in the middle of nowhere.”

“Yeah, well, Eva-three-years-ago was a much dumber woman.”

The sound of cooking abruptly ceased. Laura’s voice came louder. “You’re not trying to run from things, are you? From your pain? You know that won’t work.”

“No,” said Eva immediately. She had already had this conversation with herself countless dark nights, lying in bed, staring at the city’s light reflections on her ceiling. “I really just needed a change, Laura. I felt like I had rolled into a ditch I couldn’t crawl out of. Living with Charlie helped stabilize my life after I left Rick. But now that I’m stable, I need something else.”