Maddie's Bet: Sex With a Stranger (2 page)

A few minutes later a loud cheer erupts from them and a scantily-clad female pushes through the crowd, adjusting her tube top and the hem of her skimpy skirt. She walks in our direction and as she passes us, she winks, wipes her mouth with the back her hand, and says, “Your turn, girls.” A look of confusion crosses my face as I turn to look at Sherry.

“Well, well, well,” she says, “looks like we’ve come to the right place.”

I continue to look at her in confusion. “Oh, come on. Don’t tell me you can’t guess what she was doing!” I continue to stare. “For fuck’s sake, Maddie, she was giving someone head!” My mouth forms a shocked “O.” “Shut your mouth before they think you’re auditioning for the next act, will you!” says Sherry.

“No way!” I say. Just then the crowd around the pool table starts to disperse. Three men walk in our direction, adjusting the front of their jeans, and take the table next to ours.

“Didn’t think she could do it,” says one. “Jeannie can take anything,” answers another, “got a mouth like a Hoover, that one.” “Deep as the Grand Canyon too,” says the third.

“Told you,” whispers Sherry.

“We need to get out of here,” I say, grabbing for my clutch bag.

“Oh no you don’t,” replies Sherry as she moves my bag out of my reach. “You might just get an education.”

“As if!” I reply.

I really don’t know why we’re whispering. The noise in the bar is almost deafening.

Then I see him. The crowd parts and through them steps every girl’s fantasy. Boots, tight leather pants, tight t-shirt and leather vest, all black. Oh boy, his face! An angel in male form.

“Pick your jaw up off the ground will you, he’s coming this way!” Sherry whispers. I try to snap myself out of my trance and look away, but I can’t.

“Ouch!” I yelp as I feel a pinch on my leg. I turn, scowling, to Sherry. “What did you do that for?”

“I know the bet is to get you laid, but not in the first ten minutes. I want to have a little fun first.” The man walks between us and the next table, and I swear I feel a hand run lightly across the back of my ass. I hear a chair scrape backwards. “Don’t look now, but he’s sitting at the next table facing us,” whispers Sherry. She doesn’t have to tell me. I can feel his eyes boring into my back.

I see a waitress approach his table, and someone ordered beers all round. I know it was him. That voice is liquid velvet—it can only be him—it fits the body to perfection.

“I’m going to get some drinks,” says Sherry.

“I’m still drinking this,” I reply, indicating my beer.

“Well, drink up. Dutch courage and all.”

“I don’t need Dutch courage!” I say, but I’m talking to myself. Sherry has already left the table. She’s left me alone in a bar full of leather-clad testosterone. Great, just great!

I hear a chair scape backwards again, but this time it’s much closer. Closer, as in at our table.
Oh god, Sherry, hurry up
. I turn my head briefly towards the bar and see Sherry flirting with a Jon Bon Jovi lookalike.

“I think she’s busy,” the velvet voice says. Just hearing that voice, I can feel my nipples tighten and a dampening start in my panties. “Hopefully Donga will keep her busy for a while.”

“D-donga?” I stutter like a prepubescent schoolgirl. I can’t look at him; I know that if I do I’m lost.

“The guy talking to your friend. Don’t worry, she won’t be disappointed. He’s not named that for nothing.”

Okay—I can’t resist glancing at him—so sue me! What can I say; I’m weak! I stare at him with a blank expression and then it hits me.
Oh…my…god! He’s talking about the size of the guy’s penis!
I try to look casual and nonchalant, but those eyes—the deepest blue I had ever seen, the color of the deepest ocean. I’m getting lost in those eyes. What would it be like to wake up to those eyes?
Come on girl, snap out of it. At least play a little hard to get,
I chastise myself. Any minute now I’m going to have to roll my tongue back into my mouth.

“She’s just getting some drinks. She’ll be back in a minute I’m sure,” I finally reply, trying my best to sound casual.

“Not if Donga wants to keep his reputation, she won’t.”

“She’s not like that—she’s sensible. She’ll be back in a minute.”
Yeah, right!
Who am I trying to convince, him or myself? Of course she won’t come back. If she gets even a hint of an easy quick lay she’ll forget all about me until she gets a small twinge of guilt after about her…fourth or fifth orgasm. Now what do I do? So now I have to decide how much I want an all-expenses-paid vacation. Coward or slut? Which is it going to be?

Okay, the vacation appeals to me, as does the man. So how am I going to start? This is Sherry’s area of expertise, not mine. Small talk maybe, but I can’t imagine him engaging in a conversation about the weather. I’d flirt if I knew how, but it would probably end up looking like something in a cheap porn film. Maybe if I act a bit more like Sherry would. Goodness knows I’ve witnessed her methods too many times to count.

I return to reality as a beer hits the table in front of me, clinking against the one that I’m holding in a death grip. While I was deep in my own thoughts, he ordered more drinks. Looking up, I see him staring at me, an amused look on his face. Looking away isn’t an option; I seem to be caught in those eyes—or “drowning” is probably a better description.

Okay, maybe his face isn’t as angelic as I first thought. No angel would have such an amused smirk on his face. So smug, like he knows I’m going to be the next notch on his bedpost. But there’s no harm looking, is there?

Dark hair, cut just above his shoulders; a square jaw with just a hint of stubble; lips that make you want to suck and nibble on them all day; a straight nose with a slight bump at the top; and those eyes. No visible scars or blemishes—he seems too flawless for a biker bar. He obviously works out. His tight t-shirt hides nothing. Although the vest covers his sides, there’s no doubt that his body contains not one ounce of fat. I have a sudden urge to run my fingers under the hem of his t-shirt and…

“Like what you see?’

Oh God—back to reality! I can feel the heat running up my face. I’m blushing like a schoolgirl.
Now what would Sherry do? Okay…take a deep breath.

Nope, I can’t do this. I’ve got to be true to myself, no matter what.
Oh, bugger off, conscience!
What’s the harm until Sherry can tear herself away from her fun? Flirt, come on, flirt, damn you! It can’t be that hard. A few flirty words, some sultry looks. It’s not as if you’ll see him again.

“Yes. What about you?”
OMG! Where did that come from?
I do feel a little bit braver. Well, I do until his eyes start accessing everything of mine above the table.

“What I see so far…definitely,” he says, looking directly at my boobs.

Now he’s done it. My nipples are getting so hard I’m sure he can see them. Who can’t in this top? It’s like they are reaching for him, begging him to pinch and suck them.
Sherry, I hate you!

“There’s no hurry. You can show me the rest later.”

Oh…my…god! I can’t do this! Where’s the mystery and romance? I just don’t have any cheap tart in me. I’ve got to get out of here!

The look on my face must have said it all. Next thing I know his hand is covering mine and he’s trying to reassure me.

“It’s okay. You look like you’re about to run! But don’t, please!”

“I…I…” Great, now I’ve got a stutter!

“I saw how frightened you looked when your friend left, so I decided to take my chance and rescue you.”

“Rescue me? From what? Who?” I manage while nervously scanning the room.

“All of them. If I hadn’t have come over here, you would have had any number of these men over here in an instant.”

“Yeah, right!” I don’t believe him. It’s just another line they use to make you more reliant on the male species. Well I’ve had enough of that! From now on it’s me that I rely on. No one else!

“‘You don’t believe me?” Great, now he’s reading my mind! “Okay, I’ll be back in a minute.” With that, he’s rising out of his seat and walking towards the bar. I must admit—the view is good. Those leather pants look like they are hugging a perfectly formed pair of tight butt cheeks. Oh, and those thighs. Just the sort you want either side of your own, pinning you to the bed.

Then it starts. In front of me, blocking my view, is a less appealing specimen. There’s no comparison, really, but apparently this idiot doesn’t know it. He seats himself, uninvited, and tries to talk directly to my boobs.

“So, Sugar…your place or mine?”

Oh please! As if! “That seat’s taken,” I tell him. Yep, like that’s going to work.

“Didn’t look like Jake was doing so well to me. Looked like he bombed out big time!” As he says this he’s trying to play footsie under the table, bruising my toes in the process.

“Ouch! That hurts! Do you mind?”

“Not at all, Sugar! I don’t mind at all! In fact, I know the perfect place we can go to and I can suck them better for you.”

Oh god! Now I’m going to be sick! Don’t get me wrong, I’m not averse to a little toe sucking, but there is no way that mine are getting anywhere near this idiot’s mouth.

Okay, it’s time to leave. As I’m rising and trying to maintain some dignity, a hand gently applies pressure to my shoulder and keeps me seated.

“I believe the lady said that that seat was taken, Rocky!”

“Yes! I…” A gentle squeezing of my shoulder tells me to keep silent. It’s not hard to do. My body seems to be tingling. It’s starting where his hand is resting and quickly moving to more intimate areas.

“By me!” This last, very short, very direct statement is said with such authority that both Rocky and I immediately look down at the table.

“Sorry, Jake…I wasn’t poaching on your territory. I was just making sure none of this riffraff here bothered the lady.” Having said that, Rocky slowly rises and walks away with his tail between his legs.

He must be at least fifty pounds heavier than Jake. I feel like I can call the man dressed in black that now, even though there have been no introductions as of yet. And even if some are made, only limited information is going to be limited given. He may have come to my rescue, but I still have my reservations, and I think now is a really good time to leave.

So I start to rise. Jake has retaken his seat and is staring at me as if I’ve slapped him in the face. “You were right, okay! I was an idiot to come here. I need to go!”

“So that’s the thanks I get for rescuing you? You just get up and walk out?”

Oh, now he’s done it! “Rescue me? You’re the one who deserted me! Left me alone to prove a point: to prove I needed protecting. Well, I don’t! Not from you or anyone else here! I’m out of here!”

Again he stops me from rising out of my seat. His hand gently grabs my wrist. “I’m sorry. Please stay for a while. At least let me buy you another drink.” Geez…a hot body
and
a sensitive side; I don’t stand a chance.

“I don’t know. I should go. I’m not comfortable here. I don’t usually come to bars like this. I’m just making a fool of myself.” He’s staring at me, I can feel it, but I can’t look at him. If I do, the tears I can feel coming are going to fall and I’ll look like an even bigger fool. So much for my free holiday—I knew it was too good to be true! And where is Sherry anyway?

“She’ll be a while yet.” Great, he’s inside my head again! “So you might as well stay here. I’ll behave, I promise. Well, mostly!” This last statement earns him a slight grin. “There you go! I knew you could do it!”

“Do what?” It doesn’t really matter what the answer is. I’ve weakened and looked into those eyes, and now I’m lowering myself back down into the chair. I don’t remember it being this close to his, though. I’m sure that our thighs weren’t touching before. The tingling is so much more intense. And yes…it’s in all the right places! Oh boy! What would it feel like to be naked and…no, no, no! Not going there! This isn’t me, remember! But I suppose it won’t do any harm to catalogue the feeling for later use with my battery-operated friend.

“You smiled; it lights up your face and makes me want to kiss it.” Oh, here we go. Doesn’t he know I own a mirror? But that’s right; he can’t see that under all this makeup, and the dim lighting helps. The real me is hidden. The real, plain, nondescript me. Great! Now my self-pity session has the tears threatening again. “You don’t believe me,” he says in puzzlement.

Before I know it his hand is in the back of my neck, fisting my hair, and I’m being devoured. Oh, and what a devouring it is. His lips are soft but commanding. I’ve lost all control. His tongue has already entered my mouth and is tangling with my own. When did that happen? When did I become so easy? Where is my self-control? I’m kissing him back like I won’t survive if I don’t! When did my arms wrap themselves around his neck? I can’t ever remember a kiss feeling like this. I feel like I’m going to self-combust. I can’t breathe, but I don’t need to—this kiss is life! His head tilts slightly to the side, giving him greater access. That’s it, I’m gone—I’m his for the taking! Oh no! Stop! I start pushing on his shoulders. I don’t have the strength, but somehow he knows and breaks the kiss.

“Believe me now?” He’s looking at me like I’m the next meal of a starving man. But it’s all an act. It has to be. I’ve been burned before; I know the signs. My head is lowering, but is stopped by his fingers under my chin. “Wow! Someone really did a number on you, didn’t he? I’m not lying. I’ve wanted to do that from the first moment I saw you.”

I know I’m blushing, but hopefully he can’t tell with all this foundation on my face. “Look, don’t get me wrong—I’m flattered, really! But what you see isn’t me. This is just what my friend made me up to be. I knew it was a mistake.” I’m starting to rise, and again his hand holds my wrist. Why does everything about him have to be sexy? Even the veins in his hands are turning me on. But I have to be true to myself. I really can’t do casual stranger sex. Besides, the fact that my mother would be horrified and so disappointed should be enough to stop me, not to mention the possible dangers. Yeah right, like she would ever have to know. But she would. One look at me and she would be able to tell.
Why is it that everyone seems to be able to tell what is going on in my head better than I can?