My eyes locked onto the partially empty glass on the bartop, lost in a daydream. The memory of Callista's tenderness, of Dimitri's dominance, repeatedly played in my head. The way they both needed me. How they made me cum. Unaware, while lost in thought, I placed the tip of my nails between my teeth. My body recollected the intense, hot, burning, and pleasurable sting of pain. I crossed my right ankle around my left calf and caressed myself, lost in the daydream.
"Earth to, Ivy!" I felt a towel slap me in the face, Tanya.
"My bad!" I was startled before picking the empty glasses off the bar.
"Where's your head?" she continued, "You've been in a daze all day."
"I-I'm fine," I stammered.
"Look at me and say that," she pressed.
Uncontrollably, my cheeks flushed, and I fidgeted, "I'm fine."
Her small hair seized my bony wrist, forcing me to face her. My eyes diverted and dodged looking at her. No matter how bad the truth was, she was one of the few people I couldn't lie to.
"Are you blushing?" she smiled, "What happened."
"I told you nothing," I giggled while trying to run away from her.
"You got some!" she accidentally hollered while chasing me.
"Shut up!" I pleaded, "We're still open!"
"Oh, please! There's no one here!" she exclaimed, gesturing to the empty bar, "Spill."
"I-I," I stammered once more.
Her face lit up like a Christmas Tree, "That good? Or that bad?"
If it was possible, my face reddened more, "I-um-"
Tanya poked at my torso, teasing me, "That good?!"
"Maybe!" I yelled before trying to escape the interrogation.
She chased after me, "Ivy got laid! Ivy, finally go some!"
"Stop talking!" I laughed, "Leave me alone!"
"What are we celebrating?"
Our fun teasing abruptly stopped as I turned to see Eric sitting at the bar.
Tanya stopped chasing after me and retreated her excitement, "Hey, handsome. I was leaving."
Tanya exited from behind the bar, but not before slapping my ass on her way out.
"Something happened?" he asked.
My hand seized a bottle of Remy Martin XO while the other held two empty glasses, and I filled both to the brim of the brandy/cognac.
"Why can't you look at me?" he pressed.
With a deep exhale, I downed all of the contents of my glass before offering the other to Eric. He began to sip as I filled mine once more. I saw him leaning his head down to look at me. I pressed all of my emotions down with a sigh before raising my eyes to meet his.
"I'm looking at you," I concluded before taking a drink.
"Is this because of what happened at your loft the other day?" he added.
I had forgotten entirely that "No, not at all."
"You're sure?" he pressed.
"I thought you were overly affectionate from the champagne," I lied.
His head tilted back, studying me, "You seem different."
He was as handsome as ever. His black shirt accentuated his muscular physique, and a chain dangled his silver hoop and cross earring on his right ear. His fresh haircut and cleaned, trimmed, scruffy beard danced along his jawline.
"I'm me," I drank more.
He didn't respond. Instead, his hand seized my left wrist, trapping me before him.
"You look hungry," he commented.
"Are you offering to buy me dinner?" I asked.
"No," he clarified, "Not for food."
Why was this so difficult to say to Eric?
"I don't know what you're talking about," I nervously laughed.
His grip on my wrist tightened as I poured myself another drink. My body was beginning to relax, and it was easier to face him.
"You never lie to me," he growled.
I saw anger and frustration in his eyes, "Why would it matter?! It's my business who I decide to fuck."
His glower turned to shock as he leaned back in his chair, still seizing my wrist as collateral, "You fucked that woman?"
"No," I corrected, "I fucked her and her husband."
His gaze turned ice cold, "You fucked two people?"
"Yes," I returned his tone, "She made me cum, and so did he. Wasn't that you're entire point? To have me experience this? What's wrong with you? We've known each other for over a decade."
"You think you know me," he stated, "I'm bisexual, not gay."
Shocked, frozen, "I've only ever seen you with men."
"Why would I tell you about the women I'm with?" he questioned.
"I-I mean, you're like a brother to me; I thought you felt the same. That you could tell me anything," I reasoned.
"Brother?" he repeated.
I scratched in confusion, "Look, I'm not good at reading between the lines. Just tell me what's got you acting so riled up."
Eric remained silent, seizing the neck of the bottle in his right down and taking a swig from its contents.
"Hey! I have to pay for that now that you've put your mouth on it!" I snapped.
"I'll pay for it," he growled, slamming two hundred dollar bills on the bar top.
He drank more before locking my eyes. His deep, hiss-like breathing sent an aroma of brandy into the air. Before I could react, he grabbed my wrist, pulling me towards him so hard that I had to crawl upon the bartop.
"Ow, Eric!"
My cries meant nothing to him, and he situated himself between my splayed, bent legs. His arms wrapped around me, caging me in, pinning my butt on my ankles; I couldn't move.
"What are you doing, Eric?" I huffed.
"Whatever I please."
His rock-hard body pressed against mine, rough and harrowing against my jeans; I could feel his erection nudging against my swollen clit.
"Eric!" I whimpered. I wasn't sure what to feel. We had never been in this situation before.
I opened my mouth to speak, but he seized the opportunity and kissed me. His whiskey-soaked tongue rubbed against mine with a purpose. I tried to push my head back, but to no avail, as he pulled me closer. My lips began to tingle as a familiar warmth engulfed me. He pressed his erection harder against me.
"Ugh!" I moaned.
In a drunken trance, Eric pulled back, "It was meant to be mine."
"What?" I asked, puzzled.
"Your body, your virginity," he hoarsely whispered before yanking one of my straps aside, exposing my breast. His mouth greedily latched onto my nipple, biting down while sucking.
I winced, "Ah! It hurts Eric! Please!"
His eyes locked onto mine, one I had never seen before. It rattled me to my core. I tried squirming away to break free, but he bit down roughly on my neck.
"Agh!"
Abruptly, he grabbed my head in both hands, making it impossible for me to turn away. I managed to untuck my numb legs, wrapping them around his waist as he pressed his lips to mine once more.
"Stop!" I muffled into his mouth.
When I realized he wouldn't listen, I bit down hard. Eric winced, pulling back while pressing his fingertips to his tongue. There was a smear of crimson across his pads when he checked. He looked down at me with a thunderous gaze.
The darkness of the empty bar surrounded us, and loud rock music echoed through the walls. Why was Eric acting in such a way? Why was he so upset? He had never expressed liking for me before this.
Fuck it, the dark voice slithered inside of my head.
I bit my lower lip before taking a swig from the bottle. My hand seizing Eric's, I licked the blood from his fingertips. His expression turned to surprise me when I pressed my lips to his. A familiar rush of heat overtook me as I pulled him in closer, pressing his erection against the denim of my shorts.
"Forgot my-"
Our kiss broke, and we both turned to see Tanya standing in shock.
"Oh!" she twirled on her heel. "Fuck my phone, I'll grab it tomorrow."
Eric retreated from me, his eyes pacing between us both, "I should go."
Before I could object, he disappeared from the bar, Tanya looking at me with judgment on her face. I adjusted my top in annoyance.
"Don't look at me like that," I warned.
"It's more confusion," she corrected, "I thought you were with that older couple. Now I see you kissing Eric, whom I thought was gay, so confused sums it up."
Spinning on my butt, I hopped back behind the bar, "Believe it or not, I didn't know he was either until a moment ago."
Tanya blinked, awaiting a more thorough explanation.
"I don't know! I don't know how I feel about last night! I don't know how I feel about Eric kissing me just now! I don't know!"
Tanya untucked a joint behind her ear, "I was saving this for when I got home, but you look like you need it more."
"I love you," I sighed in relief.
The sweet, smoother inhale made all of my problems fade away. I took another puff behind me and handed it back to Tanya.
"Do you care about the couple?" Tanya asked.
"It felt right," I admitted.
"But do you care?" she pressed.
I pressed my tongue inside of my liquor-soaked cheek, prompting me to pour us both shots from the bottle Eric left behind. We took them and another and another.
"I don't understand why he's angry," I confessed.
Tanya took a puff, "Who?"
"Eric," I sighed, taking a puff of my own, "I'd never seen him with such fire in his eyes before."
"I was shocked to see him devouring your face," she chuckled.
I choked on the smoke in my throat, hacking up a lung as Tanya laughed uncontrollably.
"You bitch!" I said through gasps.
"Did you tell him about the couple you fucked?" she reasoned.
"Yeah," I nodded.
Tanya sat there contemplating, "Is it possible he's jealous? You can't know until you talk to him."
"How did my life get so fucked overnight?" I complained.
"Literally," Tanya sarcastically remarked.
"Bitch!" I laughed while nudging her shoulder.
We both broke out in laughter, playfully shoving one another.
"Are you still open?" a soft voice silenced us immediately.
We both glanced towards the door, seeing Callista standing there. I blinked a few times to ensure I wasn't hallucinating from being drunk and stoned.
"Callista?" I said.
Calista responded with a seductive smile.
"With that, I'm leaving," Tanya pecked me. Bye, girl."
"Bye," I pecked her back.
"Nice meeting you," Tanya said to Callista before leaving.
"Likewise," Callista smirked.
Once alone together, my mouth dropped, unsure of what to say.
"After-hours drinks?" she teased, pointing to the Remy bottle.
"Ah, yeah," I lied, "Would you like one?"
"Sure," she accepted.
Everything about her was rousing, even how she drank her liquor. My cheeks flushed red. I diverted my eyes.
"Did you enjoy last night?" she purred.
"Of course," I shyly replied. I'm sorry, but I don't know how to do this."
"Do what?" she asked.
"I've never had sex with someone before," I said, "Seeing you, I don't know how to react. I feel awkward, but at the same time, I want you."
"You want me right now?" Callista teased.
I anxiously giggle while taking another shot.
"Are you busy tonight?" she asked.
"No, why?"
She was silent. I looked into her eyes and saw the hunger behind them, a hunger for me. I knew what she wanted.
Do it. The maniacal voice echoed in my head once more.
"How about you come over to my place tonight? I offered.
"Alright," she agreed.
"Really?" I choked.
"Let's not keep my driver waiting."