Unforgettable moments in a cancelled plan – part 2

“What about it?” she picked her thong up and after looking at it, tossed it at me, “Here, keep it, you can smell it and think about me.”

“Right.” I sniffed the crotch and sighed, “Real thing is better.”

“It is.” She licked her lips, “I can still taste your cum.”

“You can…you are something.”

“I am.” She winked, then pointed to the floor, “How about you pull your pants up? Daddy comes in through the back sometimes.”

“Oh.” I hurriedly pulled my pants up and found my t-shirt donned.

My eyes fell on the pool table and I noticed the wet stain on the felt from her squirting. “What about the…” I trailed off when I noticed two similar stains on the table. “Hey, um, you do this a lot?”

“Sometimes.” She shrugged, “I’ve fucked a few guys here, never guys I date, but guys like you I meet here.”

“Like me…you mean older?”

“Yeah, some of them are married so easier to do it here and,” she tapped the table, “I love fucking on this, and the bar, and…against the wall.” She grinned.

“What about your place?”

“Dirtier down here, more fun and not every guy knows I live here.”

“Well I was thinking.” I said, “How about you run up and change and I’ll chill at the bar, if your dad comes I’ll say you had to run upstairs and when you guys close I can…”

“Sorry, Marcus.” She touched my cheek. “No one sees my bed,”

“But…”

“I told you, baby, I’m not a wife or a girlfriend, I fuck, we have a good time, you go home, I go back to work and then bed.” She smiled, “Like the good girl I am!”

“So you, um…you ever like to see the same guy again? You mentioned…”

“If you want to come by again maybe we can. Depends on if I feel like it or not or if my dad’s here.”

“Well maybe we can go out, I’ll…” she put her finger to my lips.

“Marcus, a guy like you needs a night like this, but walk away and enjoy it. I’m a little tart who loves a good fuck. I am not a girlfriend, I do not go on dates. Think of this as getting back in the saddle.”

“I guess.” I agreed, but kept trying, “But…”

“No buts. Last thing you need is to think every girl you bang should be someone you see. Enjoy the moment and go home. Next time you’re out maybe you will want another one night stand or meet a nice woman, but tonight was sex.”

“Wow, I thought it was the women that usually felt cheap.” I joked, masking my disappointment.

“Women might, liberated sluts like me don’t.” she stared at the jukebox that had kicked back on again. I’d been so intent on the sex I’d stopped hearing it.

Walking over to hit and shutting it off, she said. “I came, you came…now we go.” She laughed, “Time to go Marcus.”

“Okay.” I shrugged.

I walked over to the stool feeling the last hour’s festivities in every step and donning my jacket turned to leave and saw Zoey standing there.

“What no kiss?” she smiled and kissed me, this time a soft, surprisingly sweet one. “You were a lot of fun, baby.” She told me, “Maybe another time, you never know.”

“Maybe.” I told her I started to turn then couldn’t help myself, “So, um, you really do this a lot?”

“Not that much.” She spread her arms out, “Not a lot of decent guys come through that I like. But…” she nodded, “You’re the second one this month!”

“Oh, good.” I made an effort not to roll my eyes.

“Nice guy, tall blond, fancy car, his was an Audi though.”

“Blond hair, Audi?” No, no way.

“Yup, but know what, baby? You were a lot more fun, He didn’t go near my ass.”

“Duly noted” I said softly, starting to turn. They added, “Thanks for a great time, Zoey; you were just what I needed.”

“Oh, trust me; I knew exactly what you needed.” She laughed, “I think you were my first referral!”

*****

I sat in the car letting it warm up, and rubbed at my tired eyes. The good news was the sex had cleared my buzz and…hell there was a lot of good news. Tonight was far and away the most fun I’d had since, maybe ever. Even back when I was younger I had never run into a girl like that.

“Liberated slut.” I said aloud, “That’s a good one.”

I stared at the bar and flinched when a pair of headlights flashed in my face. A large Ford pickup pulled in next to me. The lights cut out and a large, very large, man in a leather jacket got out. He walked past the front of my car and glanced over at me. In the headlights I saw a very familiar pair of green eyes and thick black hair and as he nodded at me I gave him a nervous wave.

I backed out slowly wondering if Zoey had made it downstairs. The door opened before he got to it and Zoey, now dressed in a pair of jeans and a baggy Red Sox sweatshirt, her hair pulled back in a ponytail threw her arms around him.

“Daddy!” I heard her exclaim through the window I’d left open to clear my head.

“There’s my little girl.” He laughed, hugging her.

“Daddy’s little something.” I muttered.

As I reached the end of the deserted parking lot, I couldn’t wait any longer. Pulling out my cell I dialed Darryl, it was late, but I didn’t care. All I could picture was his Black Audi and his light blonde hair and Zoey’s crack about a ‘referral’

“Marcus.” He answered on the third ring.

“Darryl, about tonight.”

“I know what you’re going to say,” he sighed.

“I bet you do! You set me up, you dog! Why…”

“Marcus?”

“What?”

“You’re welcome.” He laughed and hung up.

THE END