He runs his hands down his face in frustration and groans but there is a hint of a smile on his lips. "You little brat." he chuckles. Then he looks back over to me. "So I suppose this means you don't want to find out about the perks that are in the back room?" He gives me a devilish smile.
The backroom? Do I want to know what is in the backroom?
"Maybe I like middle aged men." I guess that answers that question.
His eyes darken, and suddenly he is standing and grabbing my hand pulling me toward a hallway I thought just led to the bathroom. He's grabbing keys out of his pocket and unlocking a door at the end of the hall never letting go of my hand the whole time. I let out a small giggle. He pulls me into the room, but then nothing happens. Drunk me was imagining him pushing me against the wall to make out with me or something. We are both just standing there doing nothing, and it takes me a second to realise what I am looking at.
A pinball machine.
There is an old pinball machine in the small room along with a desk and a couple of chairs. I laugh both out of surprise and embarrassment that I thought he was just going to take me back here and ravish me.
He hands me a couple of quarters and leans his head toward the machine suggesting I play. I insert the coins and try a couple of times, but I seem to be out of practice since the last time I played was probably at an arcade when I was ten. I go to pull the lever to shoot the ball into the game again, but his hand suddenly encases mine and he whispers in my ear "Here, maybe you need a middle aged man to show you how it's done."
My breathing becomes shallow, and I can feel my heart beating faster. I can feel his chest against my back and his strong arms come around me to place his hands over mine. We stand like that for what seems like minutes but is probably only seconds. Finally, he says "Ready?" and I nod my head unable to get words to come out of my mouth.
We play a couple of rounds, and the ball takes much longer to fall through now that his hands are directing mine what to do. I feel his arms flex every time he presses down on the triggers and his thigh is pressing up against my ass. Even though we are doing much better now that he is helping me, we still are nowhere near the top ten high scores listed on the machine.
The last ball falls through, and we will need to put in more quarters in order to keep playing. I slowly turn around to see what his next move is. He doesn't move his arms from the place they were on the machine, so he is boxing me in.
I glance up to his face, and those green eyes are looking back into mine. His eyes slowly drop from my eyes to my lips. Instinctively, I bring my tongue out to wet them. Neither one of us moves for a moment and my heart is pounding so loud in my chest. I need to do something, so I casually say "Looks like you'll need to practice those middle aged man skills. You didn't even come close to making it on the high scores list."
His eyes darken even more, and he growls as his right hand leaves the machine and grabs the back of my head. He yanks me toward him, and crushes his mouth to mine. My eyes shoot wide open in surprise. Even though we've been nothing but flirty the whole night, I somehow didn't expect him to actually act on it. Holy shit! He’s actually kissing me.
He is still moving his lips over mine, and then he seems to notice I am not kissing him back yet, so he grabs my waist with his other hand pulling my body closer.
Without even thinking about it, my mouth opens up and lets him in. His tongue is immediately in my mouth, and I am moaning at the feel of it.
His right hand is still placed on the back of my neck not letting me pull away and his other hand is skimming up and down my side going from my waist to my ribcage stopping just below my breasts.
His lips pull from mine barely and he mumbles "I'll show you middle aged man skills."
Suddenly, his arms are below my butt and I am being lifted up onto the pinball machine.
He steps in between my legs never removing his mouth from mine. His lips move away from mine and down my neck as his hands slide up my very exposed thighs.
My slutty dress doesn't even require him to try to go underneath it for his hands to be way too close to where I want them to be. Where I need them to be.
My breathing is heavy and I can not believe I am doing this. Suddenly, there is the sound of keys jingling behind the door, and then I hear the lock turn to open.
It takes a second for me to realize why Dean pulls away from me suddenly and yanks me down from the machine, but then the door opens and a man walks in.
The man gasps out a startled sound and drops his keys. "Jesus Dean! You scared the shit out of me!"
He goes to pick up his keys that he dropped. "I didn't realize you were coming tonight. What are you doing back here instead of having a drink at the ba-" He stops suddenly when he notices Dean is not alone. A smile grows across the man's face. "Oh, I didn't realize this was a place we were bringing our guests back to now."
Dean groans "Derek, c'mon."
Derek just keeps smiling. "What's your little friend here’s name?"
Dean's eyes shoot to mine, and suddenly I realize we never even exchanged names. The only reason I know his name is because of the bartender and now Derek calling him by it.
All of a sudden sober me pushes through, and I come to my senses. I almost just hooked up with a random stranger in the back of the bar without even exchanging names with him. It was super hot, but that’s not just something I normally do.
I push past Dean and whisper as I am walking away "I have to go."
I am already in the hall and I hear Dean semi-shout "Really Derek?"
I can hear him coming after me. "Hey! Wait up!" He reaches out and gently stops me by grabbing my elbow. I turn to look at him and his eyes are boring into me.