Throttle Me(8)By: Chelle Bliss
“How about I buy you a real drink? Just one. You aren’t driving tonight, so what’s the harm?”
I watched as she chewed her lip. “I guess you’re right. My week’s been crappy. I could use something… stronger,” she said, blowing out a puff of air causing her hair to move.
“Well, let’s change that. Bad date?” I asked. I looked at her shoes before moving up her entire body before I stopped at her face. “How can I make it better?”
Her lips parted and her chest heaved as she sucked air in quickly. “It’s not so bad anymore. Tonight started out great, I went out with a girl friend of mine, but it’s just my friggin’ car that put the icing on the cake.”
Friggin’? Do grown women really use that word?
“I’m sure the car is no big deal,” I said as I motioned for the bartender. “Know what you want?”
“Martini. A sweet one, please.” She polished off her virgin daiquiri. She didn’t swear and barely drank liquor; she wasn’t like most girls I knew – even her clothes weren’t as sexy as I’d expect for a girl her age.
“What can I get you, honey?” Sandy asked.
“Sunshine here will take a sweet martini, Sandy. Anything you can make flavored preferably.” I looked over at Suzy. “Right?” I asked.
“Yes, thank you.” She looked out of place in a bar like this, but I wanted her at my side. She appeared to be a good girl with a clean mouth, but I could tell her mind was littered with filthy thoughts. She looked at me, no stared at me, watching every movement and studying my entire body. She wanted me as much as I wanted her, even though she didn’t want to admit it or couldn’t. “You come here a lot, huh? Everyone seems to know you.”
“The guys and I hang out here a couple nights a week after work and it’s close to my house. It’s just a place I like to come to relax and unwind a bit after a long day.”
She licked her lips and I swear to fuckin’ Christ my cock twitched. I adjusted myself trying to stop a full on hard on from catching her eye. I watched her legs as she shifted in her seat, rubbing them together before crossing them. I had her and I knew it, but the trick was to not scare her off.
“What do you do, City?” She glanced at her hands trying not to look at me.
“I’m an artist. You?” I left it at that – sounded classier than ‘I’m a tattoo artist.’ I was an artist at heart, but my canvas was human skin.
“Teacher. What kind of artist?”
She didn’t look like any schoolteacher I’d ever had. I wouldn’t have been able to pay attention in class with her walking around in heels and stretching to write on the chalkboard. “Tattoo,” I said as I pointed at the artwork on my arm. “ You have any?”
“Tattoos?” she asked as her eyebrows rose and her eyes grew wide.
“Yeah, by the look on your face I’d say the answer is ‘no.’”
“Oh no,” she laughed. “Needles scare the heck out of me.” Grabbing her drink she gulped down half the martini without even blinking.
“Do you swear?” I asked as she set the glass back on the bar.
“What?” She gaped at me.
“Do you swear? Simple question. You’ve said ‘heck’ and ‘friggin’’ so far, but nothing dirty.”
“Oh, um, yeah, I swear.” Her cheeks turned pink and a small smile spread across her face. “I’m just used to watching my words with the kids around all day.”
“Prove it,” I said, staring in her sapphire eyes.
“Cause I need to know if it’s in you. Are you all good girl? Or is there something more underneath dying to come out?” I hid the smile and laughter that was so close to breaking free from my lips. The pink of her cheeks spread across her face. I know I embarrassed her, but fuck, I needed to know if I stood a chance.
“Yes, I swear. What do you think I am? I’m not a child, City.” She glared at me as she raised the drink to her lips and wrapped them around the rim. Fuck. I wanted those lips wrapped around my dick, taking me deep and sucking me off.