Dick pulled into the parking lot, the McLaren catching everyone's attention as it rolled in. Heads turned, whispers followed, and Jemmy's grin widened. This was exactly the kind of entrance she wanted—being seen with someone like him gave her the kind of power she craved. The brunette on his lap didn't seem to care much about the crowd, though. Her focus was solely on Dick, her hips grinding ever so slightly against his lap.
"Looks like we've arrived," Dick said smoothly, shutting off the engine. His hand slid down to the brunette's waist, his grip firm as he held her in place for just a moment longer. Her breath hitched, but she didn't pull away, instead pressing herself against him even more.
Jemmy shot her a sideways glance, clearly irritated that she wasn't the center of attention anymore. "You gonna let her hog you all night?" she asked, her tone light but with a sharp undercurrent of jealousy.
Dick chuckled softly, "There's plenty to go around," he said casually.
Jemmy watched with narrowed eyes, jealousy flashing in her gaze. She wasn't about to let the Hannah have the upper hand. "I bet you've never had two at once," Jemmy purred, shifting in her seat so her body faced him more directly. Her fingers danced up his arm, nails scraping lightly against his skin.
Dick smirked, his hand slipping under the brunette's skirt, fingers brushing over the soft lace of her panties. The brunette's breath hitched, her back arching as a soft moan escaped her lips. She leaned back into him.
"Why don't we test that theory, Jemmy?" Dick suggested, his voice low and teasing as his fingers continued their slow exploration. He could feel the heat radiating off the petite girl in his lap, her thighs trembling slightly under his touch.
Jemmy's eyes darkened with challenge, her tongue flicking over her bottom lip. She leaned closer, her face inches from his, eyes flicking between his lips and the petite girl in his lap. "I'm game if you are," she whispered, her voice dripping with desire.
Jemmy, unwilling to be left out, leaned in further, her lips brushing against his ear. "What do you say, Dick? Think you can handle both of us?" she asked as they came to a stop. Releasing his grip on the brunette, Dick opened the door. Stepping out of the car. The brunette followed, adjusting her skirt with a coy smile as she glanced up at him, her eyes glinting with mischief.
The crowd outside the bar was buzzing with energy, people sneaking glances at the McLaren and its passengers. Jemmy slid out of the car, her hips swaying as she walked around to Dick's side, her arm snaking around his as if to lay claim.
"Shall we?" she purred, her eyes flicking to the door of the bar, then back to him.
Dick feigned disgust as he glanced at the bar, then shifted his gaze to the two girls clinging to him. "I thought I asked for a place with decent drinks, not a playground serving piss for beer."
The playful energy between Jemmy and the brunette vanished in an instant. Their faces fell, panic creeping into their eyes. Jemmy, quick to recover, flashed a nervous smile, her hand tightening around his arm. "No, no, it's not like that," she stammered. "It's just... you know, where people go to hang out after school."
"Yeah," Hannah added hastily, shifting on her feet. "It's not the drinks that matter here. It's the vibe."
Dick chuckled, his eyes narrowing as he studied them both. "Vibe, huh?" He made no effort to hide the condescension in his tone. "Well, it looks like a place for toddlers pretending to be adults."
Jemmy's smile faltered, but she held onto it, determined not to lose his interest. "We could go somewhere else," she suggested, her voice a little too eager. "Somewhere better."
Dick smirked, brushing past her as he took a step toward the bar, the girls trailing behind him like lost puppies. He didn't stop to let them catch up, forcing them to scramble to stay by his side.
The crowd parted as they approached, eyes following them. Everyone noticed the McLaren and the girls clung to him, desperate to soak up whatever status being seen with him might bring. As they reached the entrance, Jemmy leaned in closer, her voice dropping to a low, suggestive murmur. "I know a spot inside. We could get some privacy."
Dick paused at the door, his hand resting on the handle as he turned to her, his eyes sharp. "I'm not here for privacy," he said, his voice cutting through the noise. "If I wanted that, I wouldn't have come to this shithole in the first place."
Jemmy's confidence cracked, and for a moment, she seemed unsure of how to respond. But before she could say anything, Dick pushed the door open, stepping inside without waiting for an answer. The dim lighting and loud music hit him immediately, and the stench of cheap beer clung to the air.
The girls followed him inside, still vying for his attention, but Dick wasn't in the mood to play their little games. He wasn't here for them.
He walked to a decent-looking table, sliding into the seat with a casual ease, like he owned the place. A few hundred-dollar bills flashed between his fingers, and within seconds, the waitress appeared at his side. Her fawning grin stretched wide as she leaned in closer than necessary, her voice dripping with honey. "How can I serve you, handsome?"
The two girls followed quickly, Jemmy and the brunette seating themselves on either side of him, each holding onto his arm and leg like they were marking territory. Dick didn't bother acknowledging them. His eyes stayed fixed on the waitress.
"Your best drink," he said smoothly.
The waitress's grin widened as she took five of the bills, her eyes flicking down briefly before darting back up to meet his gaze. Dick rolled two more and, with a practiced flick of his wrist, placed them between her cleavage. She didn't flinch, didn't hesitate, letting him slide the money in with ease. "Right away," she purred, her hips swaying as she scurried off toward the bar, clearly satisfied.
Jada would be arriving soon. He'd left her and her little group on the side of the street after all. Jemmy shifted beside him, her hand sliding up his thigh, "What's got you so distracted?" she teased, her voice trying to sound playful, but there was an edge of irritation underneath.
The brunette on the other side wasn't much different. She held onto his leg, her fingers tracing slow circles against the fabric of his pants. "I can think of a few ways to make you pay attention," she whispered, her lips brushing the side of his neck.
Dick grinned, his eyes flicking between the two of them. "Oh really?" he murmured, his voice low and teasing.
Jemmy leaned in, her lips dangerously close to his ear. "Why don't you let us show you?" she whispered, her voice dripping with seduction. Her hand was inching higher, fingers dangerously close to his growing bulge.
The brunette wasn't far behind, her breath hot against his skin as she mirrored Jemmy's actions, her hand sliding up his other thigh, lips barely grazing his neck.
He held both of their butts, squeezing hard enough to make them gasp. His grip was firm, dominant, and neither girl resisted. Dick's game was simple. He had seen the look Jada threw at Jemmy when she hopped into his car earlier—competitive, hungry for attention. Jada craved the spotlight, needed it on her, and hated when someone else took it. The question now was, what would her reaction be when an element that could steal that spotlight entered her circle and shared it with anyone but her?
Dick considered playing it straight—chasing after Jada like any other guy would—but that wasn't his style. He preferred setting the stage, pulling the strings from behind the curtain. It would be even more fun to let Jada think she was the one in control, let her believe she could play him. Maybe she'd assume that tonight, she could wrap him around her finger, showing him who really ran the show in this group. But by the time she realized she wasn't in charge, it'd be too late.
Jemmy shifted in her seat, pressing herself against him, but Dick's eyes flicked toward the door, catching sight of Jada entering the bar with her group. As soon as she stepped in, the energy in the room shifted. People noticed her immediately, whispers trailing behind her as she walked toward the bar with a confidence that came from knowing she was the center of attention.
Jemmy noticed too. Her grip tightened on his arm, her eyes narrowing slightly. She must have felt it—the unspoken competition between her and Jada, always simmering just beneath the surface. She wanted Dick to focus on her, to prove that she was the one who could hold his attention.
The brunette—Hannah—was oblivious, still lost in her own little game, her fingers teasing the waistband of his pants. She leaned in, whispering something about heading to the bathroom together, but Dick barely registered her words. His focus was locked on Jada as she made her way through the crowd, her eyes scanning the room.
Dick smirked. She was looking for him. He could see it in the way Jada's gaze swept the bar, scanning every face, every table. But everyone's eyes turned to him when the waitress pulled the bottle from the top shelf behind the bar. It wasn't just any bottle—it was the one. The one that sat untouched because no one dared pay the price.
The whiskey was famous in the bar where only students frequented. It was way over their pocket money. Expensive, rare, and only meant for someone who wanted to flaunt their wealth. Students had eyed it for years, whispered about it, even dared each other to buy it, but when they heard the price, they always backed off. Yet now, the bottle was taken down, and all eyes were on the waitress as she swayed her hips, walking straight toward Dick's table, holding the bottle like a prize.
Jada's expression shifted when she saw the scene. Her eyes narrowed, her lips curving into a slight frown. The two girls still clinging to Dick—Jemmy and Hannah—didn't even notice. They were too busy trying to keep his attention on them, whispering promises of what could happen once they left the bar. But Jada? She couldn't look away. She knew exactly what was happening. Dick wasn't just anyone. He was the kind of man who could walk into a place like this, order the one thing no one else had the balls to, and make everyone stop in their tracks.
And it wasn't just Jada who noticed.
Her friends, the ones who had been laughing with her a second ago, rushed to Dick's table the moment they saw the bottle. They didn't care about Jemmy or Hannah; they wanted to be part of whatever scene Dick was creating. A few of them smiled coyly, batting their eyelashes as they sidled up to him, clearly hoping for a taste of the whiskey and maybe something more.
The waitress reached the table, bending down just enough to give Dick a generous view as she placed the bottle and three glasses in front of him. "Your drink, sir," she purred, her voice dripping with false sweetness. She poured the whiskey with a flourish, as if putting on a show for everyone watching. Jemmy's hand tightened around his arm, her eyes darting to the bottle.
One of Jada's friends, a redhead with tight curls, was the first to speak. "I've always wanted to try that," she said, her voice loud enough for the rest of the group to hear. She smiled at Dick, her eyes gleaming with curiosity and hunger. "You wouldn't mind sharing, would you?"
Dick leaned back, his fingers resting on the rim of the glass. He didn't answer right away, just smirked as he watched the group hover around him, waiting for his permission. Jada still hadn't moved from her spot, but her eyes were locked on him now.
"Maybe," Dick said, his voice smooth and casual, like he hadn't noticed the growing crowd. "But it depends—do you think you're worth it?"
The redhead blushed slightly but didn't back down. "I'd like to think so," she shot back, her tone playful.
Jemmy glared at the redhead, clearly annoyed that someone else was trying to steal the spotlight. She leaned in closer to Dick, her fingers tracing circles on his chest as she whispered, "You don't need to share. We could have our own little party somewhere else."
Dick raised his hand without even glancing at her. The signal was subtle, but the waitress caught it immediately. She rushed back to the table with more glasses, quickly setting them down as the new girls clustered around him. The redhead flashed a confident smile, clearly satisfied with the attention she was getting.
"I'm Betty, by the way," she said, her voice smooth, her eyes flicking over Dick with a teasing glint. She raised her glass, a silent toast, before taking a slow sip of the expensive whiskey.
Jemmy shot her a withering look but didn't move from Dick's side. Hannah, still perched in Dick's lap, squirmed a bit, sensing the growing rivalry but staying quiet.