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"Yeah. Plus, you're paying for this, so
you better drink up," Newsome threw out, causing me to turn my drunken
gaze on him.

Part of me wanted to lunge across the table
at him; another part wanted me to sit my ass down since my head was spinning
out of control by this point. All liquor and no food was making me feel like a
lightweight. I hated it, but I wasn't sure how much longer I could keep up the
tough guy charade.

"Don't pay him any attention,"
Jensen said, helping me into a seat and shoving a beer into my hand, "he's
paying tonight. He just doesn't know it yet."

I sat back in the chair and sipped the beer
in my hand. Being overly intoxicated to the point of almost blacking out, or so
I felt, left me no other choice but to become a bystander in this very crowded
bar.

Smith and Newsome were two peas in the same
pod. Caleb Smith and Andrew Newsome were both from some small,
podunk
town in Nebraska and joined the Corps together. After
being sworn into the buddy program and going through bootcamp, Marine Combat
Training, and Comm School together, they were separated but finally made their
way back to one another in the form of Comm School instructors. They were a
couple of bullshitters, but pulled chicks just like the rest of us. Their beach
boy looks had me believing they were from California or Florida when I first
met them, but alas, they convinced me they were from Nebraska and we've been
friends ever since.

"Check out those girls over there,"
Riley goofily pointed out. He wasn't near as wasted as I was, but he was still
completely fucking awkward.
 
I tried
my hardest to focus in the direction that he was pointing in, but all I could
make out were a couple of groupies. Riley laughed and smiled, hitting me on the
shoulder asking me if I wanted one.

"Fuck no," I quickly responded,
throwing back more of the beer. There was no amount of alcohol that could make
me want to get inside of anything he was pointing at. One of them had a tattoo
that I could have sworn had the rank and last name of another fucking guy. Groupie
if I ever saw one.

"You good here man?" Jensen asked.
Some random Asian chick was wrapped around his arm, standing behind him.

"Yeah. I'm good. Go on."

With Jensen's caramel brown skin, and those
pretty boy green eyes, women were always on his ass. He didn't discriminate,
and unlike sorry ass Riley, Jensen's chick looked respectable.

Some Jay-Z song came blaring through the
speakers and while I bobbed my head, humming lowly to the words, two chicks I
had never seen before caught my eye as they sauntered out onto the dance floor.
They didn't look like groupies, but you could never be sure. One was a
well-built Latina, long thick brown hair,
full
pouty
lips, sporting a warm golden complexion. She had a bangin' ass body, and while
her jeans hugged in all the right spots, it was her friend that caught my eye. The
long legs on this fucking blonde beauty were on full display. Thoughts of throwing
those damn things around my waist and pounding my way into her were beginning
to consume my mind, making me suddenly sweat. Sweating like a fucking pig. Was
it the alcohol or my dreams of fucking the shit out of Blondie that had my
shirt soaked and
was
making me lose all of my
bearings? She danced with her friend, swaying those petite hips, making me
think of a million and one ways that I could use them for my satisfaction.

Her smile lit up the room, the innocence
behind it smothering me, and at one point, I believe she turned her head and
looked at me, making my cock twitch beneath my jeans.

I bit down on my bottom lip… hard. After
gulping down the rest of the beer I was holding, I rubbed my sweaty hand over
my close cut hair, then adjusted myself as nonchalantly as I possibly could,
which meant I was overly obvious with it, but I didn't give a fuck. Blondie
looked at me and made me all sorts of uncomfortable, and I needed relief.

"What the fucks got you in a trance,
Alex?" Jensen asked, coming back to the table.

"Nothing. Where's your chick?" I
asked, trying to take my eyes off the only female in this bar that had ever
made me lose myself.

"She went outside to check on her
friend," Jensen responded, narrowing his eyes and following my line of
sight. "Why don't you go and talk to her?"

"To who?" I quickly asked, turning
my head back in his direction.

"Don't play dumb with me, asshole. It's
got to be one of those chicks. My guess is probably the Latin one, but either
will do."

I glared at him. For some reason, the way he
brushed her off as any other chick in this bar really got under my skin, making
me want to punch him and make him realize that she was much more than that. Or
was she? How would I know? All I knew about her was that she owned a pair of
perfectly toned legs, long golden blonde hair that I could only imagine
wrapping in my hands as I had my way with her, and a fucking smile that was
heating me up while melting me at the same time. Other than that, I didn’t know
a damn thing about her.

"Sorry, man," Jensen apologized. I
eased up a little, feeling ridiculous for allowing myself to get so riled up in
the first place. "Anna's coming back, so I'm going to dance. I hope you
get your ass off that chair and have some fun tonight." He smacked my head
just as Anna, his chick of the night, was pulling him back onto the dance
floor.

Some techno shit blared through the speakers
and to combat the pounding thrums in my head, I ordered another beer from a
floating waitress, hoping it would calm my headache and cool me down.

It really did neither.

Blondie was having the time of her life out
there on the dance floor with her friend and every time she stole a glance over
at me, or so my inebriated mind was telling me she was doing, I grew more and
more agitated. She dipped low and her tight fitting skirt hugged her hips
nicely, fitting like a second layer of skin. It stretched to accommodate the
move, outlining the shapely ass that she possessed. I shifted in the chair,
needing to break away from the daydream that this girl had pulled me into.

The beer I was babysitting was removed from
my hand and placed down on the table. I looked up to find Leticia Castillo, or
Sgt. Castillo as she's known around the schoolhouse, standing there looking at
me with a sly grin on her face.

"You came to people watch or what?"

"Isn't that what I always do?" I
asked, finding myself yelling over the raging techno beat. My head was finally
settling, even with the copious amounts of people yelling over the music just
to be heard in such a small space.

"Well, Staff Sergeant select, you aren't
people watching tonight." She grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the
seat and onto the dance floor. Thankfully, just as we found our place the music
switched and moved to something much more tolerable. Yeah by Usher came on,
sending everyone from no rhythm to too much rhythm onto the dance floor. Castillo
danced around me, sending flirtatious movements my way and I played along. It
was a party song, it had me amped and thankfully, my impending hangover seemed
to be fading away with every movement.

A couple of minutes into the song, Castillo
was pulled away by some guy I had never seen before, leaving me standing like a
loner out there on the dance floor. Luckily, that didn't last too long, as Blondie's
friend shimmied her way over to me, her eyes low and wanting. When she got
close enough, she threw a hand up to my chest and stroked her hips fluidly, as
if she were simulating a very dominating sexual act. Her eyes never left mine
and her perfectly full lips pouted even more, as she intensely gyrated herself
up against me. I didn't give a shit. She was hot and so were her movements. She
wasn't what or
who
I wanted, but she had guts, so I
rolled with it.

Before long, Blondie strolled up, looking even
more fuckable up close. That pretty face I saw from afar was magnified now that
she was within arm's reach. She stared her bright green eyes into mine, smiling
that carefree smile at me as she did so. My cock twitched again at the sight of
her and as she took her friend's spot just in front of me, I felt it spring to
life. Fuck. I couldn't stand out there on that dance floor, with this girl
grinding on me, with wood for days. This was some embarrassing shit.

Blondie took the front, leaving her friend to
take the back. We danced and touched like we had known each other for years. Pretty
soon, I was finding it quite easy to forget about what was happening behind me
and just focus on what was standing before me. She bent over, rubbing her ass
over my already hardened cock, and left it there, grinding against the rock
hard erection that was filling my pants. My mind flashed to how badly I wanted
to bend her over with no clothes inhibiting us, but I quickly shook the thought
away and just grabbed onto her hips and moved with her. As she made her way
back up, she reached behind her and grabbed my neck, pulling my head down to
hers as she swayed to the music. My hands were anywhere and everywhere all at
once. I didn't know this girl, but she was inviting me to do things that I'd
been daydreaming about only a couple of minutes earlier and if she wasn't
careful, I felt myself ready to act on them.

I nuzzled my nose in her neck, taking in the
sweet, decadent scent of vanilla and something else fruity that was radiating
from her sun-kissed skin. That smell sent my already excited cock into
overdrive, bulging and straining against her, begging me to release it. I
wanted to, I really did, but in a crowded bar, that just wasn't going to
happen.

Song after song played and we danced together
like no one else was around. My hands had made their way over to her rock solid
abdomen, indicating that she worked out. I loved it; it was a definite turn on
for me. Making my way up her chest, I stopped at her ample tits, full and perky,
inviting me to have my way with them. As I worked my hands over them, she used
her hands to quickly move them away, placing them back down on her hips. She
was a tease, but I was certain that tonight I would get my fill of her.

After about the fourth song, I finally asked
her if she wanted something to drink. She declined, stating that she was DD for
the night, so I helped myself to a beer, feeling the urge to calm myself after
practically fucking her out on the floor. When I finished it, I found her dancing
with some prick
who
couldn't tell his left from his
right. She wasn't dancing anything like the way she was dancing with me, but it
irritated the fuck out of me that this dude thought he had a chance with her. I
smoothly walked over in their direction and grabbed her hips stating,
"Thanks, man," as I pulled her back over to me to go in for round
two.

She smiled, that fucking heart melting,
cock twitching
smile. "Well that was unexpected." Her
voice was soft and delicate, just like she was.

I managed a quick smile. "You're mine
tonight," I lowly rumbled, catching her off guard. After it sank in, she
smiled again, then turned around, going back to the moves that had successfully
driven me crazy in our first bout.

Blurred Lines by Robin Thicke came on,
speeding up the vibe of the bar. As I swayed to the music with her, my hands
made their way down her torso, stopping at the hem of her shirt, begging to be
invited in. I wasn't so I moved on elsewhere, snaking my hands back up and over
her tightly defined abs, over and around her teasing rack that was now
showcasing a couple of hardened nipples. It made me smile to know that I was
affecting her just as much as she was affecting me. A
one way
show was not going to happen tonight.

The song was sex to lyrics. Fuck, if I could
have had Blondie anywhere else when that song came on, clothes would have been
an after-thought and I would have been deep inside of her by the time the first
verse started. Instead, I had to settle for a grinding session on a dance floor
with too many people around for my liking.

By the time the song was halfway through,
I
was near certain
we
were dry
fucking out on the dance floor for everyone to see. I didn't give a shit
because if I had my way, this girl would be going home with me tonight.

My hands moved to her sweet smelling, dainty
neck and just as she turned her head, I took my opportunity to crash my mouth
down to hers, thrusting my tongue between those delicately soft, pink lips she
possessed. She didn't object, opening her mouth just a tad bit more to give me
all the space that I needed. The minty freshness coming off of her tongue
excited me much like the vanilla scent had done earlier. My tequila and beer
breath couldn't have been doing much for her, but if she didn’t like it, she
wasn't showing it.

Just as our kiss was intensifying, her tongue
matching my own thrust for thrust, and she was turning her body around to stand
face to face with me, Jensen came barreling into me, almost knocking
both me and Blondie over
. We broke from our kiss and I
turned to him, wild fury in my eyes, hoping he had a good excuse for his cock
block.

"We have to go. Now! Newsome got into a
fight and the cops were called. We have to get him out of here."

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