Pixie Dust (Pixie Dust Chronicles 1)

God help me, but in my current state I actually considered it. Hell, let’s be honest. I was considering it the second he sat down in front of me. If nothing else, Chad was spectacular in bed, and he clearly had no qualms with casual encounters. I had a quick flash back to one of our more memorable bouts of marathon sex. I felt myself blushing at the memory of him looking up at me from between my thighs after he had just given me yet another orgasm. I’m getting wet right now just thinking about it. I almost talked myself into it until Leslie, one of our waitresses walked by. Romeo here actually leaned over to pinch her ass right in front of me! Even worse, she winked at him! Really?? Is this really happening right now?

“Hey baby,” She purred. My eyes were shooting darts at her but the bitch was completely ignoring me. “I’m off in five minutes. If you want to wait for me, I’ll make it worth your time.” Chad gave her a slight nod in acknowledgement before she sauntered off to deliver her drinks.

Okay…..well, that was the wakeup call I needed. Thank the Lord! Revolted, I pulled my hand away from him and snapped, “I was talking about a drink Chad. Do you want a drink, or did you just stop by to annoy the hell out of me?”

He thought about it for a moment and gave me a sly grin. “Go ahead and give me a Royal Fuck.”

Grrrr, I am so not playing this game. “Sorry, we’re all out of Sour Apple. I guess you’ll need to get your drink on elsewhere.”

As I turned to walk away he grabbed my wrist and said, “That’s okay lover. I suddenly have a taste for a Buttery Nipple….maybe two.”

Oh fuck, here comes another flash back. This time he was licking whipped cream and butterscotch sauce off the underside of my breast. He was working his way up to the maraschino cherry that he had placed on my….well, I’m sure you can figure it out. Crap, did he just lick his lips? Or was that me? Okay, breathe Karli. Make the damn drink and get him out of here. Where the fuck is the Bailey’s??? Thirty nerve-wracking seconds later, I slammed the glass down in front of him and pointed to the We reserve the right to refuse service to anyone sign.

“Drink your shot asshole and get the hell out of here. I’m done putting up with you.”

He leaned forward and started stroking my hand again. I tried pulling away but he held on tighter. “Touchy, touchy Kar. Or from what I hear, no one has been touching you at all lately. That’s the problem, isn’t it? You need a man, don’t you?”

Oh my God, I was so livid that I couldn’t even form words! Most likely because he was right and I couldn’t compose myself enough to deny it. Damn him!

When I didn’t respond, he grinned triumphantly. “I’m right, aren’t I?” He insisted. “You know, you could really use a release Kar. You’re too uptight. You never used to be this……tense. I’m concerned about you, my little damsel in distress. I could help you relax. Unwind. You’d feel like a whole new woman if you’d let me climb your tower.” His irises turned completely black as he added, “You know I’m good for it.”

I felt all the blood rush to my face as I seethed with anger. Did he seriously just call me his damsel in distress? Did he really just infer that he was my knight in shining armor? How dare he? If looks could kill, he’d totally be six feet under right now!

He finally picked up on my mood and shrugged. “If you’re not interested, that’s cool. No skin off my dick. I just thought it might be nice to knock one out for old time’s sake. You don’t need to get all pissy about it. That just proves my point even further.” He drank his shot, threw a fifty on the bar and walked away as he added, “Whatever.”

Oh hell no, you are not getting the last word! Especially not something so flippant!

“I don’t want your tip asshole!” I screamed from across the bar. Holy shit, my voice is finally working! Yay me! ”Save it for your whores!” I shouted. I began waving the bill around like a madwoman. “Do you hear me douche bag? Get back here and take this! I don’t want your fucking money!!”

Erica ran up to the bar and grabbed the money out of my hand. “What the hell are you doing Karli? Jesus Christ, are you trying to get yourself fired? Don’t let him get to you like that. He’s not worth it, he never was. Now go take a few minutes in the ladies room to collect yourself. I’ll get Amanda to cover up here.”

I instantly flushed when I looked up and saw all eyes on me. “But---”

“Go.” She demanded as she pushed me out from behind the bar. “I’m saving your ass here, so shut up and listen to me. NOW.”

“Okay, I’m going. I’m going. Geez.” The last thing I saw before disappearing into the ladies room was Chad’s heated gaze on me, while he was sucking face with Leslie in the corner. Ugh! What a pig!

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I felt much better when I came out of the bathroom ten minutes later and Chad was nowhere to be found. Before I knew it, our hostess, Roxy was pulling down the gate that borders the casino floor. “Great night, once again ladies.” I said as I divvied up their tips. “Hey listen, I’m sorry about my little meltdown earlier. Thank you for pretending it never happened. Speaking of… has anyone even seen Leslie since she and Chad were making out in the corner?”

“From the noises I heard coming out the men’s room, they were doing way more than making out.” Amanda snickered.

“Okay…..eeeww!” I made a sour face. “I guess that answers my question. A little too

much, thanks. I suppose I’ll just stash her tips in the vault then. Why don’t you guys get out of here? I’ll hang out until Hank and Miguel are done with the dishes.”

Everyone started leaving quietly but Erica held back until we were the only ones left in the room. “Are you sure you’re going to be okay?” She asked. “I know it must have been hard seeing him.”

“I’m positive.” I replied. “I’m just going to get a jump start on some prep for tomorrow. I wasn’t even thinking about Chad.” Okay, not totally true. “When the guys are done, we’ll leave together.”

She gave me a pitiful look. “Do you want me to stay with you and help?”

“Thank you sweetie, but no. I can see your stud from table eight waiting over by the slots. Go jump his bones. Maybe you can add just a little extra oomph for me so I can live vicariously through you tomorrow?” I asked with a wink.

She smiled. “I can do better than that; I’ll set up the video cam! I know he’s just a human, but I plan on riding him like a bull!” With a little skip, she closed the slotted gate from the other side and shouted, “Yee haw!!”

I watched them as I filled the garnish bins. She squealed as he whirled her around in his arms. It was very sweet; it kind of reminded me of a human interest story that you’d see on the news when the troops returned home from war. Until they kicked it up a few notches and flipped the channel straight to late night Cinemax. Holy hell, is she actually reaching down his pants in the middle of the casino? Oh man, I hope they at least make it to his car! Embarrassed to be witnessing something so private, I suddenly felt the need to divert my eyes. Lemons! I need some lemons!