Misty Reigenborn Romance Boxed Set (53 page)

“You probably had the lounge shut down yourself.  Didn’t the owner humiliate you right after you bought this place?”

“Enough Brandy.  The longer you stall the more crap Sabrina will give you.  You could have been done already.”

“Yeah right.”

With a sigh Brandy took him into her mouth.  He finished a lot quicker than he usually did and gave her a triumphant grin because he had gotten his way like always she thought. 

“I want a cigarette.” 

She popped the peppermint that he handed her in her mouth.  She went to his desk.  He didn’t protest when she opened the drawer and pulled out the cigarettes, lighter and ashtray and lit a cigarette, sitting in his chair.

“Thank you Brandy. You always did know how to please me.”

“Shut up Gabe.  It’s not like I did that because I was so hot to do it.  I did it because I didn’t have any other choice.”

“But there have been many times when you have done it because you wanted to.”

“Yeah, so what?  You know you’re hot.  You walk around in tight jeans and t-shirts because you know that it makes women hot over your body.  You’re no different than a woman that dresses slutty so that she can attract men.”

“Like you?”

“Fuck off Gabe.  I dress the way I do because it makes me feel good.  It also makes me really good tips.  I bought half of these clothes when you were there anyway asshole.”

“You made your own point darling.”

She sighed.  “Yeah, yeah.  Whatever.”  She put the cigarette out in the ashtray.  “I have to get back to work.”

Gabe chuckled and then pulled her to him for a kiss that involved a lot of tongue.

She pulled back. “You’re nasty Gabe.  I can’t believe you’d want your tongue in my mouth after what you made me do.”

“Better mine than someone else’s.”

“Yuck.  You made your point.  You are nasty.  Have a nice night Gabe.  Go home to your family where you belong.”

He laughed.  “My wife doesn’t seem to think that I belong there.”

“Screw her.  Your son thinks you belong there doesn’t he?”

He sighed.  “Yes.  I am going home now.  I needed you Brandy.  You used to make me feel important my darling.”

She rolled her eyes.  “Give me a break Gabe.  You’re the owner of a bar that serves countless drunks every night.  If Gabe’s Place wasn’t here, they’d all have to go that sleazy lounge.  You know half of your customers would never do that.  You’re also a father and last I knew that was supposed to make you feel pretty damned important.”

“Of course.  Christian adores me.”

“So there you go.  Go play Daddy.  Get out of here.”

Gabe kissed her again.  “I do love you Brandy.  Why don’t you love me?  Chloe loves me.”

Brandy bit back a snide remark.  “I’m sure she does Gabe.  Goodbye now.”

Gabe chuckled.  “Yes darling.”

She followed him out of the office.  The crowd had died down some, but Sabrina still gave her the crustiest look she thought she’d ever seen when she went back behind the bar. She also gave Gabe a crusty look when he walked by.  He winked at her and smiled, humming to himself as he went out the door.

Brandy served two customers that were signaling for drinks and then walked over to Sabrina who was sitting on the stool behind the bar.

“Did he make you screw him or blow him?” Sabrina said.

“Does it really matter?”

Sabrina shrugged.  “I guess not, though I suppose he made you blow him because Chloe said that he takes forever when he screws her.  Why do you guys do it?  Is all the shit that he buys for you really worth it?”

“I don’t know Sabrina.  I guess you wouldn’t get it because you’re gay.”

Sabrina snorted.  “If I hadn’t been born gay, I think I would have turned into a lesbian when I was thirteen anyway.”

“Why?  What happened?”

“I got gang raped on my birthday by these friends of my older brother’s.   I guess I was probably lucky they didn’t do it sooner.  I don’t want to talk about this shit Brandy.  Go get that guy at the end of the bar a drink.  The one that always comes in here to drool over your tits.  He gave you a $20 tip that one time didn’t he?  We could use it.  The tips have been shit tonight.”

Brandy glanced towards the other end of the bar.  “Ugh.  Not him.  He’s creepy.  And it was a $50 tip.  I think he expected me to sleep with him.”

“Let him look down your shirt and he’ll probably give you a hundred.  He’s got money.  I heard that he can’t get it up anyway.  Some medical condition.”

Brandy sighed but started to head down the bar.  She turned when Sabrina said “Brandy?”

“Yeah?”

“Tell him next time he makes you do that you’ll bite it off.  I told him that and he doesn’t come near me anymore.”

Brandy laughed.  Maybe Sabrina wasn’t so bad after all she thought. 

She gave the guy a smile.  He looked somewhere between forty and fifty but he hadn’t aged well. He had always reminded her of a celebrity that had lived way too hard in their twenties. 

“Hi Brandy.  It’s always so good to see you.”

“Hi.  What can I get you?”

“A beer please.  You don’t remember my name do you?”

Brandy turned away.  “I’m sorry.  A lot of people come in here.”

He laughed.  “It’s Quentin.”

“Oh, yes.  I’m sorry.  Good to see you Quentin.” 

When she handed him his beer, she leaned over far enough so that he could get a good look down her shirt.  When she straightened up, she could see that his face was red.

“Thank you Brandy.  Would you allow me to take you out to dinner sometime?”

“I’m sorry Quentin.  I’m not ready for a relationship right now.  My last boyfriend tore my heart out and stomped on it.”  She gave him a pouty look.

“I’m sorry to hear that.  Well, if you ever change your mind, you just let me know huh?”

“Of course.  If you need anything else call me.  I need to go help Sabrina.”

“Sure.  I already paid Sabrina for my last beer.  Let me get this one.”

He tried to hand her a twenty but she pushed it back across the bar.  “Don’t worry.  I know you’re good for it.” 

She winked at him and made sure that he could get a good look at her ass as she walked away.  She could see that the tip jar was almost empty.

Sabrina was laughing as she made her way down the bar.  “I think you gave that guy wet dreams for a lifetime Brandy.  If he has a hard time getting it up, I don’t think he’ll have any trouble tonight.”

“You said the tips were bad so. . .  I’ve seen you flirt with some nasty chicks yourself so shut up Sabrina.”

Sabrina laughed again.  “You may think they’re nasty.  The ugly ones are usually the ones that know how to. . . Never mind.  You probably don’t want to hear it.”

Brandy made a face.  “You’re right.  I’ll get those two guys that just came in.  They look like they tip well.”

“Don’t show them your tits.  Gabe might get pissed off and fire you.  Or stick you at that restaurant he owns where only rich old people eat.  Then you’d never get any tips.”

“Ha ha.”

The rest of the night went quickly.  Quentin left her another $50 tip and his phone number.  She laughed and stuck it her purse, knowing that she would never call him.  It was bad enough that she was wrapped up with Gabe who was three years older than her and very attractive.  Quentin was nice enough, but she certainly didn’t find him attractive and she knew that even if he wasn’t quite as old as she thought he was, he was pretty damned close to being old enough to be her father.  She didn’t go for that sort of thing.

Time passed and Gabe’s sexual appetite didn’t die down.  Her appetite didn’t die down either, but Brandy quickly went from a belief that maybe someday she would love Gabe to the knowledge that she’d always been fooling herself.

He gave her money whenever she asked for it.  He took care of her rent.  She never saw the bills for her cell phone service or her car insurance.  She got the electricity bills at the house since the power was in her name, but half of the time it was paid already.

She flirted with men that she served at the bar, but none of them really caught her eye and no one asked her out besides Quentin.  She knew that it had to be going around town that she was screwing Gabe.

Right before Christmas, Gabe showed up right after closing time.  Chloe had headed out the second they had finished with clean up so Brandy knew it was her he was there to see.  He kissed her and said “We are going to have sex in the bathroom.”

“I don’t want to do it in the bathroom Gabe,” she protested, when he took her hand and tried to lead her to the women’s bathroom.  “It’s dirty.”

“It’s not dirty.  The cleaning service comes in three times a week.  And I cleaned it myself while you and Chloe were finishing up tonight.”

“Where was she going all dressed up?”  She just wanted to bug Gabe.  Chloe had told her that she had a date.

“I wouldn’t know darling.  Come on.”

“No.  Where are we going to do it in there?  On the toilet or something?  I’m not going to do it with you on the floor.  People do it in there sometimes.  Sabrina busted in on two people going at it the other night when she had to pee really bad and refused to use the men’s room.”

“When you’re drunk and horny you’ll do it anywhere.  They were probably married and didn’t want to get caught at a hotel room.”

“Sabrina spoiled all their fun.  She threatened to piss on them if they didn’t leave.”

Gabe chuckled.  “Sabrina has quite a sense of humor.”

“Gabe can we do it in your office please?  Or we can go back to my house?  I doubt that you need it so bad that you can’t wait five minutes until we get back to my house.”

“We’ve already done it in my office.  We’ve already done it in your bed and on your couch and on your kitchen table.  If you don’t want to do it on the floor even with a blanket we’ll do it standing up.”

“I don’t like to do it standing up.  It’s not comfortable. Chad tried to make me do it all the time in public.  He got off on it.  Thinking that we might get caught.  He told me once that he was going to blame it on me if we did.  Tell them that I was so hot for his bod that it was my idea.”

“It feels quite spectacular for a man.”

“Sex is always good for men.”

“It certainly is not.  I’ll make it quick.  Then I can love you more fully at your house.”

“Ugh.  Do we have to?”

“Yes, we have to.”

“There’s no way in hell that you’re making me do it in the men’s bathroom.  I had to use it once when some drunk chick was getting sick in the women’s.  It was so gross.”

“Your average ladies’ room is actually much dirtier than your average men’s, but it’s fine.  Now come on Brandy.”

She sighed and let him pull her with him into the ladies’ room.  Gabe quickly undressed and then looked at her expectantly.  She undressed, trying to let herself think that she was somewhere else, that she was with someone else.  She was tiring of Gabe’s sexual appetites, of wondering what he’d come up with for them to do next or where he’d want to do it.  She let herself think about the guy who had come into the bar the other night and had been staring at her.

He was hot she thought.  Too bad she didn’t know his name or she could call it out when Gabe was screwing her to piss him off.

Gabe took her hand and led her to the wall opposite the second stall.  She let him press her gently against the wall.  She let him pull her legs around his so that he could take most of the weight.  She sighed when he entered her not only because she didn’t want to admit to herself how good it felt, but because she wanted it over with. 

Brandy found the sex to be more pleasurable than she’d thought it would be.  Gabe smirked at her after he’d discarded the condom in the toilet.

“You liked it didn’t you?”

“Shut up Gabe.  Your ego doesn’t need to get any bigger.  Can we get out of here?”

“Of course.  Shall we add our names to the list on the wall?”  He pointed to a list that said ‘If you’ve done the nasty in this bathroom put your names here.’

“No way.  Why don’t you scrub that shit off the walls or paint over it or something?  Who wants to know who else has done it in here?  And I don’t see your name up there.  So none of the other girls you’ve had sex with in here have let you put their names up there.”

Gabe laughed.  “I wouldn’t take the list down.  I put the original up there myself.  My name was up there several times, but Leslie made a cleaning lady take it off when she worked the bar one night.  Of course the original had a less trashy title.  Mine said if you’ve made love in this bathroom then sign here.”

“Like it counts as making love when you’re drunk and that horny.  I don’t blame your wife for taking it down.  It’s bad enough that the whole town knows you bone all the girls that work for you.  Like she needs to hear about how you do it in the bathroom too.”

“Leslie’s name was the first one up there with mine.  It was up there with another man’s as well.  And a couple of women.”

“You two are perfect for each other. Both all twisted and nasty and perverted.  Why don’t you leave the rest of the world alone and carry on with your perversions in private?”