In to Her

“What the hell?” I whisper.

But it’s too late. They are moaning and groaning. Grinding into me. Into each other as their hot, sticky semen leaks out of my pussy and coats my ass.

Logan lets go of my calves and they drop forward onto AJ’s shoulders. But he pushes them aside and then my boots clank on the floor.

We are officially done.

What the fuck? I didn’t get to come?

AJ is sitting on the table looking down at his huge cock as it rests alongside his lower stomach. Laughing.

Did they leave me hanging on purpose?

I look over at Logan, who is already reaching for a napkin on the nearby table. He wipes off his dick like this is just another thing that needs to be taken care of, then tucks himself away, fastens his pants and buckles his belt and says, to AJ, not me, “I’ll be right back. I gotta go get something from the truck.”

With that said, he grabs his coat, heads for the door, and disappears through it as the bells jingle his exit.

I just turn away, wondering what the hell is happening. I’m not that buzzed. Jesus. What did I just do?

I pull up my pants, leaving them open so I can start buttoning my shirt. Which is a huge task since it’s one of those fancy costume-y shirts with a million tiny buttons that go all the way from my cleavage to my waist.

“Come here,” AJ says.

I look over my shoulder at him. He’s wiping his dick off too. Like I played no part in this little tryst at all. It was just about them.

I turn away, go back to my shirt buttons.

“Hey,” he says, hand on my shoulder so he can turn me around. “Let me help you.” His fingers swat mine away and he starts buttoning me up. “That was fun.”

“Uh… yeah,” I say.

How are men so clueless? I mean did they really think stuffing their cocks down my throat and double-teaming me was enough?

Maybe they just don’t care?

I slap AJ’s hand away from my shirt.

“What?” He laughs.

“You missed one,” I say. “You’re fucking up my buttons. I don’t need your help.”

“Someone’s unhappy.”

“Yeah, well. That happens when expectations aren’t met.”

“What? What are you talking about?”

“Just… I’m closing. Can you please go so I can lock up?”

He opens his mouth to say something, but in that same moment the bells jingle above the door and Logan appears.

“We have a problem,” he says.

AJ turns around and looks at him. “What kind of problem?”

Logan nods his head to the door. “We can’t get out of here.”

“What? No,” I say, shaking my head. Please don’t tell me…

I walk over to the door, pull it open, walk through the little vestibule, and pull the outer door open too.

A mound of snow falls in and outside, under the dim parking-lot lights, I see what I feared.

Snow is falling in thick sheets. If you’ve never seen that, it’s hard to imagine. But it’s literally so thick, coming down so fast, I can barely see the lamp post at the edge of my property where it meets the highway. Almost a foot of snow blankets the entire parking lot and there’s a two-foot drift blowing up against the back of their truck.

“Well, shit.” AJ laughs.

“It’s not funny,” I say. “You two need to leave. I’m closing up. So whatever that takes, shoveling… whatever… just do it.”

Logan pushes me back away from the door, and closes it up. “Sorry to ruin your night, but we’re not going anywhere.”

“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” I mutter. That’s what I get for giving into my urges. This is totally what I get. I should’ve just stuck to the plan. Just made them leave before they sat down. At least they’d be stuck on the highway and not in here with me, fucking up my night.

Logan taps AJ on the shoulder and points to the bar. “We need to talk,” he says, disappearing through the door.

I look at AJ, wondering what this is all about. But he just shoots me with his finger and says, “Your lucky day, Yvette,” and then follows his friend inside.

Back inside I find them having a heated whisper-fight in the far corner. But I don’t care about their problems. I go behind the bar, grab my phone, and pray for service.

“Come on, come on, come on,” I mutter, holding my phone up as I walk around the bar and go over to the door. “Please.”

I have a local snowplow guy who would not be happy to come out on a night like this and clear my parking lot, but he’ll do it for the right price. If I can just get a signal…

“Hey.”

I turn around, startled that Logan has walked up right behind me and I didn’t notice.

I need to get my shit together. Drowning my sorrows in alcohol this afternoon was not a good idea. This is a serious situation. If I had known these two inconsiderate jerks would be stuck with me all night, I’d have never—