Bar Tricks (5 page)

“Holy shit Eric, that was,”

“Amazing?” he interrupts.

“Yea.” Stepping away from me, he pulls up his pants, turning to grab tissues from the desk, he kneels, wiping at my backside and pussy, cleaning me up.

Wow, the man even cleans up his messes! Before standing, he leans in, kissing the raw area of my ass that he spanked. This man is amazing. Suddenly my worry of being interrupted returns. I grab my dress, trying to shove it back over my head.

“In a hurry?” he asks me. Nodding, I look up at him, humor graces his eyes.

“What if someone walks in here? Your boss isn’t going to be mad you’re in his office?” Eric laughs so hard he doubles over.

Finally regaining control of himself,
he stalks over to me. That predatory look returning to his face.

“Alexa, I am the boss. Trust me, no one will interrupt us.”

Shyly, I look into his eyes, then smile. Reaching up, I caress his cheek.

“So does that mean we have time to do more? You got what you wanted, my ass. Now, I want to ride that cock like it’s a horse,” I say to him, hoping I sound more sensual than drunk.

He laughs again, pushing me back towards the couch.

“Get that dress back off baby
, I have some handcuffs we can try.”
 

Bridal Party

Stacking napkins into the dispenser, I shudder as I hear Callie heading towards the bar. I have to remind myself she’s my best friend’s fiancé. He begged me to shut the place down for her to have her bachelorette party. He didn’t say so, but I have a feeling it was to keep an eye on her. She likes to flirt way too much, which leaves me wondering why he’s even marrying her in the first place. It’s not like she’s ugly. Short, skinny, bleach blonde, and all fake. From her tits to her lips to her ass. She’s pretty selfish too.

“Hey Salvatore,” she croons as she
sidles up to the bar.

Her two cronies flank her. These two girls are like her shadow. They follow her,
agree with her and I can never remember their names. Something like Muffy, Buffy, and Tiffy, hell, who knows and who cares.

“What’s up Callie? Excited for your party?”

I look at her hot pink skin tight outfit and her stiletto heels. She dresses more like a hooker than a woman about to get married. Her long creepy nails toss her hair over her shoulder as she giggles at me. Yes, she’s hit on me a few times, and in front of Franco. Man, I feel sorry for him.

“Oh yes, except that I had to plan the whole thing myself. I mean, Franco forced me to make his sister my maid of honor instead of Libby here, and she can’t even be around to plan my party.”

The bottle blonde to her left nods, ok, Libby, I was close.

“Well Callie, Gia lives on the other side of the state. It’s not like she can just jump in the car and stop by on her lunch break.”

She rolls her eyes at me. I really do miss Gia. Smiling to myself, I remember how she used to chase after Franco and
me when we were playing. She always wanted to be with the boys, wasn’t the type to play with dolls.

“Hello, Salvatore?”

My eyes snap back to Callie as she waves her hand in front of my face.

“What’s wrong with you?”

“Nothing, was just remembering that I need to get back in the kitchen and grab your appetizers you wanted.”

“Well hurry up then, I’m hungry and need a drink. Ugh, I can’t believe Gia’s late. This is ridiculous. I can’t believe I let Franco talk me into this.”

“Gia’s coming?”

“Didn’t you listen to anything I said? Yes, she’s coming. She got to Franco’s two days ago, and is staying with him. She’s going to house sit while we’re on our honeymoon,” she says, flashing me a fake smile while checking out her nails
.

“Ok, I’ll be right back.” I turn, hurrying off to the kitchen.

I can’t get away from her fast enough. I’m choking on her cheap perfume that she thinks is so sexy.

Fiddling around in the kitchen for a few minutes, I finally come back out with the trays of finger foods that Callie wanted. A few more of her friends have shown up. As I lay the trays out on the bar, my gaze is held by the most beautiful brunette I’ve ever seen. She stands in the doors looking around. Her long chestnut hair falling over her shoulders in waves. I can picture her tied to my bed with it fanning out beneath her. My cock moves inside my jeans. She turns towards me and her beautiful green eyes lock on me. She smiles so big, her whole body lights up. The short black dress she wears makes her legs look a mile long. A mile of tan smooth soft skin ending in the hottest pair of heels I’ve ever seen on a chick. Plain black, tall and shiny heels, the ones that look like they’re walking on towers. She waves in my direction and I look around to see who she’s waving at. Making a beeline for me, her breasts bounce a little over the top of her dress and my stomach tightens. Oh god, I’m a grown man, not a kid, why do I feel like I’m about to cum in my pants already? Stopping in front of me, she throws her arms around me, pressing her body along the length of mine. Soft, silky skin makes contact and I feel like I’m going to burn up. Putting my arms around her waist, I lean my face towards her. Her scent is intoxicating. Flowery, yet spicy, sexy. My dick lurches, pressing against my pants, hurting, pinching.

“Gia, it’s about time you showed up. You almost ruined my party,” I hear Callie shouting from behind me.

Glancing around I don’t see anyone else coming in. The woman in my arms sighs, then whispers in my ear.

“I really wish Franco wasn’t marrying her. I can’t stand her ass. God I’ve missed you Sal.”

Gia? This is Gia? The annoying little girl with braids who wanted to play GI Joe with us?

Pushing her off me, and holding her at arm’s length away, I want to kick myself for getting all horny over Gia. She’s Franco’s little sister. That’s completely off limits. But damn, she’s turned into one sexy ass grown woman.
 

“Look at you little Gia, all grown up.
Wow, and you’re back. I’ve missed you,” I pull her back into my arms for another hug.

I don’t want to let go but I can feel Callie breathing on my neck
.

“Excuse me, can you two play grab ass later? You’re supposed to be
serving us drinks. That’s what we’re paying you for right?”

Her snippy tone makes me want to have a few drinks myself. And she’s not paying me for shit. I closed
Devil’s Den for the night as my wedding gift to them and lowered prices for the girls to drink cheaply. Dropping a kiss that I hope is all brotherly onto Gia’s cheek, I make my way behind the bar. Shaking up the fruity drinks they all want, I watch as Gia just stands off towards the back of the group. I can tell she doesn’t want to be here. But she’d do anything for Franco and he would do anything for her. Especially kick my ass for even thinking the nasty dirty thoughts I have in my head right now about her. Like putting those long legs over my shoulders and pounding my cock inside of her tight little pussy. Shit. My dick that had started to abate goes full on rigid again. Think unsexy, think unsexy. I look at Callie, yep, that’s as unsexy as they get. Gia orders a beer and I smile at her. The girl is after my own heart. No fruity drinks, no fake parts, no pretending to be something she’s not. She’s just beautiful and perfect. Hell, I’m in trouble.

The DJ I hired for the night won’t be here for another hour. They wanted time to open presents and play some stupid games. Standing behind the bar, I hope to be kept safe from the goings on. But, that’s not likely to happen. Some of Callie’s fake plastic friends are already offering themselves up to me. What is it about weddings that make chicks so horny? It’s like one of their friends gets married and they all clamor to find any single dick they can to latch on to. Shit. These girls don’t turn me on. Normally, I have no qualms about taking one of my customers home. But after seeing Gia, I can’t think of touching anyone but her. My eyes keep finding her in the crowd. Callie is treating her like her own personal assistant instead of a guest at her party. Gia plays nice though. I’ve seen her angry. I know she could knock Callie out if she wanted to. Playing the good sister, she sits and makes notes on who gave what gift and where to send thank you’s to. I’m sure Callie will get Gia to fill them out and mail them as well. Hopefully my little Gia hasn’t turned into a pushover in the four years since she moved away. The front door opens and I look over. There’s signs out front showing we have a private party going on, so I’m shocked to find two cops coming in.

“Excuse me, ladies,” the tall one says.

OH shit, strippers. Really? They hired strippers to my club? Come on, I mean its called Devil’s Den, but that doesn’t mean I want naked guys in here grinding around.

“We’ve had a complaint about noise, and this place looks closed. Are you supposed to be in here?”

Most of the girls look at me, Gia looks disgusted and Callie looks excited. Since she planned her own party, I assume she knows who these two are.

Out of nowhere, a radio is produced, and lame techno starts filling the air. The first cop grabs the “side arm” on his pants and tugs, ripping the full uniform completely off his body. With his dick wrapped up in a banana hammock, her starts grinding and bumping his way around the room. This is sick. As the second guy follows suit, Gia gets up and tries to sneak away. Callie grabs her arm and says something. Gia speaks in her ear so she can be heard over the music and Callie nods, returning her attention to the strippers making their way to her. Of course she’s going to be the center of attention. Even without one of those sashes that say Bride, everyone knows she’s the important one. The way these women sit, flock and talk around her, you would think the world would stop spinning if Callie told it to. Gia walks away from the group, heading towards the bathrooms in back. I quickly follow.

“Hey, what’s the matter? You don’t like Officer Dick and Officer Balls?” I shout at her back.

She turns, giggling and shaking her head no.

“The only dick and balls I would be interested in seeing are yours Sal,” she says as she ducks into the ladies room.

I feel like I’ve just been kicked in the gut. I can’t breathe. What? She wants, what? Without thinking, I slam the bathroom door open and follow her in, thankful the club is closed and I’m not scaring any customers.

“I was wondering how long you were going to
stand out there,” she says, giving me a devilish grin.

Ambling towards me, her hips rocking, she reaches out, wrapping a hand in my black t-shirt, pulling me against her. In those heels we’re about the same height. She leans in, licking my lips, staring in my eyes.

“Sal, I want you.”

“God Gia, I can’t,” I say quietly, trying to push her away, though my body is screaming no.”

“Sal, I have wanted you since I can remember. The way you looked at me tonight, before you knew who I was, let’s go back to that if it really bothers you. But I’m not a little girl anymore. I know what I want and that’s you.”

Oh shit. Franco is going to kill me, but all willpower I had is gone. Crushing my mouth to hers, I try to devour her. Our tongues tangoing, lips tasting, hands roaming. I grab her ass, holding our hips together tightly. She pulls me back with her, until her back is against the wall. She lays a hand on the sink to hold herself in place. Hooking a hand under her knee, I bring one of her legs up against my hips. She rocks back and forth, pressing her warm pussy into my cock, rubbing through my jeans. Her mouth moves from mine, tracing lines with her tongue down my jaw to my neck. Her hands tug at my shirt, grabbing at my abs, my chest and my biceps. I’m so glad I worked out this morning. My fingers find their way between us and I rub my thumb over her clit. Her thong is soaked already. She rips open my shirt, sending buttons flying everywhere. I don’t care. I wrap my hand in her hair, pulling it, tugging her back to my mouth that hungers for her. Her fingers tickly my skin as they trace the lines of my tattoo. The giant dragon I have on my chest has been the interest of many women over the years, but only this one sends shivers up my spine. Her hands move down, tugging at my jeans. Quickly moving the zipper down, she frees my cock, rubbing up and down. Her soft skin feels amazing as she strokes my dick. With a finger hooked in her thong, I push it through the thin lace, tearing them to the side, unable to wait for her to remove them.

Slipping the head of my cock near her pussy, the warmth envelopes me. Our kisses become feverish, passionate, and explosive. Cupping her ass with one hand while the other still holds her legs to my hips, I twist just enough to get my cock to the entrance of her lips. Gia’s moans are lost between our mouths. Gently, I slide my dick inside of her.

“God Gia, you’re so tight,” I sigh between her lips.

The walls of her pussy clamp down on my dick. The heat, the wetness, the tightness, it all works together to do me in. Staying still so we can both get a handle on our passion is hard. I just want to pound her pussy so hard that she screams my name. But if I move, I’m going to lose it and cum like a fifteen year old boy. Her hands come up, gripping my hair, pulling me from her mouth. She trails kisses down my neck, little nips and bites here and there. My brain shuts off and my dick takes over. As I pull out, I turn my hips a little before slamming my cock back inside her pussy. Her moans drive me on. Making sure that as we collide, my body hits her clit, she’s quickly digging her nails into my back, holding on for dear life. Moving faster, I can feel myself reaching the edge. My senses go haywire and my vision dark. The ball of desire in the pit of my stomach grows.

“Sal,” Gia screams, tilting her head back with her release.

As her body quivers all over me, I find my release as I spill myself inside of her. Standing there, both of us panting, gasping for breath, she lays her head on my shoulder.

“Sal, I have a secret,” she whispers between breaths. Running my hands up her back, holding her close to me, I feel her warm breath on my neck
.

“What’s that baby?”

“I’ve wanted this for so long.”

“Gia, you grew up into a gorgeous woman. I always knew you would.” She pulls away, smiling at me.

“I should get back though, before Callie destroys my club. Come on, you can hang out with me until this is over.”

As the sounds return to our senses, we hear the women cheering. Fixing her dress and leaving the torn panties on my floor, Gia leads the way. As we enter the bar together, I can tell she doesn’t want to go back to the party. Callie really is a bitch. Maybe she’ll loosen up as she drinks more. Leaning in to Gia, I whisper in her ear.