Elouise Edron - In The Night Time

Scott was typically handsome; blue eyes, perfectly slicked blonde hair, a shirt from Abercrombie, perfectly tailored skinny jeans and leather boots that had been freshly shined. Just like his smile, it all seemed a little fake. He couldn't stop word-vomiting about his job, and the pending promotion he was about to get for all his hard work down at the accounting firm, telling me tirelessly about how he had exceeded all his KPI's, and the lavish new car he was eyeing off as a gift to himself. He had perfect teeth, and a laugh that filled the room with a sense of enjoyment; but God was he boring.

I sat opposite him, smiling and nodding, sipping my mojito and wishing I was at home watching rom-coms in my pyjamas. My mind wandered back to DeGrain, his smug existence and the nerve he had to offer me a job in porn.

"What do you think Bianca?"

"Hmmm?" I snapped out of my trance and looked up from my empty drink. "What do I think about what?"

He looked at me puzzled. "What do you think about volunteering for my new charity?"

Oh god. He was nice. Too nice. Not only was he having a successful career, but he spent his spare time creating charities and clearly, working out. He was a catch if ever there was one, and I wished I was one of those girls who could be satisfied with the good guy. But there was something missing. He didn’t have an edge, he didn’t have a mischievous streak; he didn’t have that essential little something that made me excited to hear more about his life, how he lived, and what adventures would potentially unfold if I followed the white rabbit down the hole of extraordinary excitement.

"I wouldn't have time" I smiled back with pursed lips. "Between uni, homework, and the bar, I barely have time to go to the gym, let alone take on anything extra. It was only a few months ago I had to quit my other job, and that was something I actually got paid for.”

"So, I guess you wouldn't have time for a boyfriend either...?"

My smile dropped. "I don't really have time for anything."

Silence. Our eyes shot towards the ground.

"I'm just going to go to the loo." Like a proper lady, I announced my brief departure.

I pushed the door open with a whack and let out a deep breath. Looking into the mirror, I saw tired eyes glaring back at me with my liner smeared under my right, and the lace from my bra showing under my top.

"Fuck!" I huffed out loud. I was in such a rush to get ready, that I didn’t quite arrange ‘the girls’ properly, and the heat from the shower had meant my skin wasn't cool enough to keep my make-up set in place. I fixed my bra as much as I could, went to the toilet and then headed back to the table.

I stood in front of him. "I've got an early start tomorrow, and I really should be going. Are you coming with?"

I couldn’t believe I just said that. My eyes widened and wished I could’ve taken it back, but instead, I confidently just went with it. Clearly, I wanted sex, and my mind was craving it just as much as my body. Typically, I wasn’t the type to bring a guy home for one night, but given that I barely dated, I felt like I could just let this one slide.

His jaw dropped, and I watched him grin awkwardly as he stumbled over his words.

I'd done it now.

"I'll get the bill!" he declared almost falling off his seat to follow me out of the bar, wallet in hand, leading me out to a cab.

***

We returned to my place and I showed him around, ending the tour at my room. I sat down and patted the bed. He walked towards me, pulling at his shirt collar, and twiddling his fingers like an idiot, talking about how hot it was before sitting down.

With all my pent-up sexual energy from this morning’s debacle, I lunged at him. I knew what I wanted, and I was damn sure he was going to give it to me. I felt like the surly man from my fantasy earlier in the day, about to take exactly what I needed, without remorse.

His hands toilingly moved from my waist to my breasts and he started fondling one like it was a bag of sand. I didn’t know if he was nervous, or just uneducated in the realms of seduction, but he could definitely use some pointers on what women really like in the bedroom. He was squeezing so hard, I had to pull his hand away. I distracted him by locking my lips on his, my tongue searching his mouth, while fumbling with his shirt buttons; one... two... three...

He tugged on my top, trying to take it off, but it got stuck under my breasts. I pulled back from him with a hand in front, and stood up.

"Wait," I said, rolling my shirt back down and undoing the zipper at the side. He was smiling nervously as I lifted it off, standing before him. I dropped it on the ground seductively, and promptly straddled him, pushing him back onto the bed with forceful play.

I kissed down his chest, lightly licking and nibbling at his nipples, and using my nails on the sides of his ripped abs. I followed the grooves of his body with my fingertips all the way to the top of his pants, and undid his top button, followed by the zipper.

Satin boxers. There was his flaw. Clearly his mother was still buying his underwear, and the fact that they were covered in Harry Potter quotes told me he wasn't prepared for the night to end this way.

My fingers got under the elastic band as I smirked, tonguing the trail of hair leading to his now throbbing hard-on. He gazed into my eyes, and I pulled his pants down revealing a penis that despite its great girth; did not stack up in length. Slightly perturbed, I went to wrap my mouth around his cock when he screamed out: "Wait!"

I stopped. Sitting back on his legs I looked up at him puzzled, while my pussy was aching for release.

"I've got a girlfriend."

For fuck’s sake.

I slid off him sideways and slumped to the ground with my head resting against the side of the bed, feeling like a right loser.

"Get out," I whispered. I couldn’t believe it. Here I was THROWING myself at this ‘nice guy’, and he had a girlfriend waiting for him, most likely at their shared home.

"I'm really sorry Bianca, you seem like a lovely -"

“- Stop.” I cut him off before he could continue his pity party.

My hand shot into the air, as if conducting an orchestra.

"GET OUT!" I ordered with authority in my voice, bowing my head and then pointing a stern finger towards the door.

“We are on a break, and I just…”

I jumped up, still wearing just a bra, and glared at his shaking eyes.

“OUT!” I repeated, half covering my face with my hands as if to hide from this most embarrassing moment. I couldn’t believe I bothered with dating, it never ended in my favour.

He scrambled to grab his clothes from the floor, and politely left my room without another word. When the front door shut timidly, I sighed, sitting back down and resting my head against the base of my bed, staring at the ceiling.

"Of course," I said out loud. "There AREN’T any nice guys left.”

CHAPTER FOUR

FIREHOUSE

Sundays were usually quiet at Firehouse, but tonight we had a private function in the VIP room. Dan had put me on table service. He told me to dress up and "put some effort" into my appearance, and to ensure the customers always came first.

I’d been working at the bar long enough to know how to offer service as expected, but as of late, my ‘bar wardrobe’ could use some sprucing. For the event, I had put on my best pair of black dress shorts, black patent heels and the serving shirt with the bar’s logo, buttoned just low enough to reveal ample breast in my best push up bra.

Dan's eyes dropped to my breasts the moment I walked in.

"Looking good Bianca," he said as his eyes swiftly returned to mine, clearing his throat, as if he had just said something he instantly regretted.

"I want you to take care of the function tonight, and that means no lip. They've just celebrated a milestone with their company, HUGE SUCCESS, so it's going to be a late night with lots of drinks, lots of drunken idiots, and I’m sure a fair share of discreet drugs. Be on guard for any mischief, and call me if you need anything.”