Walking into the Brown Hotel Bar is like walking into a room full of much missed family. The bouncer and I used to be roommates and he always waives my cover. We grasp each other's forearms and come in to a hug before he lets me go up to the bar. In my black stilettos, flared black shirt and black corset I know I'm looking good as the sea of people part to let me get to the bar where the bartender Bill reaches across and kisses me on the cheek and saying, 'What'll it be beautiful?' He takes my drink order and as I'm waiting everyone that has seen me starts to come up. Kraig is first, placing his hand on my lower back while smiling down at me. He asks how I am and I always give a generic answer as he leans down to place a kiss on the top of my head. Bill gives me my first drink and I hand him my card then wave goodbye to Kraig as I take a vacant seat at the bar. Next come Patrick, Eric, Jamal, Mitchel, Jim and a slew of others that always give me a warm welcome, but are very respectful of my space.
Jim sits down next to me and lights a cigarette for me with his Zippo before we start talking about my erotica, (he's a big fan). On the outside I'm fine, talking and socializing with everyone like I normally do, but on the inside I'm trying hard not break down and cry. Jim and I talk for two more beers before he is called to another table and I am left alone with my thoughts and a fresh cigarette. I've been told by many people that when I'm in deep thought, I get this look on my face that is both beautiful and scary, and people stay away from me because of it.
It doesn't really matter to me, my thoughts may be sad and hurting but at least it's a reminder that I'm alive. I don't notice at first the man sitting beside until he reaches out and touches my arm. I look over to see a man I've never seen at the brown before and i listen patiently as he gives me a name that i forget immediately and when he asks for my name I give him a blank stare, which he takes as me flirting. "You're cute," he says in response to my silence. He feels free to get out of his sit to come into my personal space by putting his arm around me. He whispers into my ear that I'm the prettiest thing here and that I deserve to go home with him. He could do things to me I would never forget If I just gave him the chance.
And i'm doing my best to ignore this until he feels free to reach down and feel my breast. With strength that suprises him I push both of away from the bar and slam into the wall across from it. My eyes watch him for a second, waiting for him to make his move. But the bouncer, Tony, is there, grabbing the guy by the neck and telling me he's got it from here and that I should let go. It takes Kraig and Patrick to pull me off him but I finally let go and let Tony walk him out of the bar.
Everyone asks if i'm alright, the entire bar saw my little scene and was concerned but I assured them I was fine whilst procuring a cigarette and light from Bill. They watch me smoke silently, their eyes looking for any type of hurt but I showed none. The bar goes back to its peaceful jazz atmosphere and i drink two more beers before Tony catches my eye as he is gesturing me to the back room. It's right beside the woman's restroom so it looks like I'm just going in for a tinkle until Tony grabs my wrist and pulls me in the backroom, slamming the door shut and locking it.
"Are you okay?" He asks, rubbing his hands up and down my torso. I answer yes, and move towards his lips quickly, not wanting to hear that damn question one more fucking time. I grab him by back of the neck and pull him down to me as his hands wrap around my ass and he lifts me up and puts me against the wall. He lets my feet touch the ground again and I move my hands to his belt buckle as he throws off his shirt and I drop his pants. I slide my panties down while he rolls on the condom quickly before he lifts me up again and as I slam against the wall he thrusts into me. His eyes close and his mouth opens up into an O as he leans his forehead against mine before he continues with a second thrust.
I growl for him to move faster, rougher, I know he can, I dig deeply into his back with my nails and he complies. He breathes my name as I move my hips with him in our effort to find a temporary happiness away from the pain. His hands are tight around my waist, my ass and the harder he squeezes the closer he is to cumming. His mouth moves back to mine and I kiss him fiercely, trying to suffocate his moans. I feel him move inside me just the way I wanted him to and my wetness was making it easy for him to move more freely. His fist shot out and hit the wall beside us as he came, and I knew this ride was over. But he got what he wanted and so did I.
I help him put his clothes back on then slip unseen into the girl's bathroom to clean up. A minute later I come out and there's a fresh beer and Jim waiting with another cigarette. It's like he's read my mind. An hour later I close my tab, hug and kiss everyone goodbye and walk home alone like I always do. Because I need to.
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