A unanimous decision to hire her is made quickly and Logan hustles out of the room, making a mental note to contact Mary first thing in the morning. Locking his closed office door, he chucks off his coat as he walks toward his small closet. Logan always keeps a few “after hours” outfits in there - just in case. Since he is meeting Austin at the bar in approximately thirty minutes, tonight will be one of those occasions.
Removing his shoes and slacks, he replaces them with some dark denim and worn-out black boots. Logan rolls up the sleeves of his blue button-down to his elbows, then quickly glances at himself in the full-length mirror that is kept in the office just for such times. Satisfied with his appearance, he grabs his wallet and keys and heads out of the office.
As he steps through the door into the local bar, Horizons, and scans the room for his buddy Austin, his senses are assaulted by the smell of cheap booze and cigarette smoke. Every time he inhales that malignant odor, the first wave of recognition always triggers the last memory of his father.
Logan can’t help but stand stock-still as visions cloud his mind.
It was the night before he left for college. He had decided to bring home a girl from a few trailers over, planning to have some fun since his dad wasn’t around. He was a good-looking kid who got laid any chance he could - ever since he turned fifteen - and he wasn’t about to waste such a golden opportunity: Logan was gifted with smarts, after all. Kelly may not have been much of a looker, but she had a nice rack and a tight pussy that he could barely wait to get lost in.
The two of them had hardly made it through the door before he had her pressed against a wall, her panties torn away from beneath the skirt that barely covered them. After delving his fingers into her wetness, Logan made her come quickly. The next thing he knew, she was clawing at his pants, begging for his dick. Moving over to the couch in the midst of silence, Logan donned a condom and sat her atop his thighs, shoving his dick into her harshly. Her moan quickly turned to screams of ecstasy, but before he had a chance to get his load off, his dad came stumbling into the trailer drunk, high… and angry.
Shoving Kelly off quickly, he watched as she scooted out the door, pushing down her skirt from where it had been bunched at her waist.
His dad hollered angrily, “Whatcha doin’ boy?”
Jostling his dick back into his pants, Logan turned to follow Kelly out the door, but before he has a chance to make a quick escape his dad’s clammy hands twist around his arm, tugging him into the wall.
“Where the fuck are you going? Who do you think you are fucking some girl in my house, you son-of-a-bitch?”
His angry words had Logan cowering in the corner: the smell of cheap booze permeated through his father’s skin. He had been told that he was a handsome kid, but Logan was scrawny in comparison to his father’s shadowing figure. His hits had been known to leave bruises on Logan’s skin for weeks and he had never been as angry as he was in that moment.
The incessant name calling and hateful words continued as Logan’s dad switched to beating his face and kicking his abdomen. Kelly was his godsend that night, calling the police after she left, otherwise, Logan was sure
he would have been dead. His father was escorted away in handcuffs while Logan was left to deal with a broken nose and three shattered ribs.
Logan never saw his father again and word is that he was killed in jail.
A quick shake of his head forces the memory back into its vault, and Logan turns to view the pool tables where he finds Austin pressed up against a hot redhead, attempting to show her how to make a trick shot, though Logan can tell that really he is just enjoying the feel of her massive tits on his arm.
Heading toward the bar, Logan orders a beer and makes his way in their direction. During his trek, his phone buzzes in his pocket. It’s a text from Nikki, letting him know that she's on her way. Answering the text to confirm that he’s here, Logan continues along his path and shoves Austin just as he helps his conquest make her shot. Originally furious, thinking that a drunk had stumbled into him, Austin pulls his fist back until he realizes it's Logan and then he pulls him in for a man hug. He briefly introduces Logan to Tiffany, who licks her lips as she glances up and down his body before returning her attention to Austin. Finished with the game, he and Austin move back to the bar and Tiffany follows like a lost puppy, staking her claim while perching herself in the chair next to his.
By the time Logan is on his third beer, he finds himself fending off woman after woman while he waits for Nikki to arrive. It really is amazing what a woman is eager to do just to garner the attention of a good-looking man… or a free drink - sometimes it's hard to tell.
Nikki finally shows up an hour after she had initially messaged, saddling herself onto the stool next to his - obviously making it known that she is here with him. Unfortunately for her, Logan’s not exactly a patient man and he doesn’t like having to wait.
"Hey handsome. Can I get a drink?"
"Hey, Nikki. Where’ve ya been?" Logan asks, betraying a bit of irritation by lifting his eyebrow in her direction, but trying to restrain the anger in his voice.
Brushing off his attitude, she gestures up and down her body, making sure his eyes follow her manicured hand as she showcases the skintight, red dress that barely covers her pert ass. Enough of her cleavage is hanging out that Logan can easily determine she isn't wearing a bra. Nikki dressed to get his attention, as well as every other man's in the bar.
"Enough said," Logan replies to her display. "Though it really wasn't necessary."
With a humph, she grabs the drink the bartender sits in front of her and takes a large swallow.
"You're not really good with words, Dr. Chamberlin. That's not really what a girl wants to hear when she spends extra effort to look sexy."
Killing his mood with her whiny tone, Logan turns in her direction and stares at her.
"Babe, I appreciate the effort, but Horizons isn't that kind of bar. You'd look just as sexy in jeans and a t-shirt. And you probably wouldn't have attracted all the attention of the old men across the way."
Looking around the bar, she notices the aforementioned men whose attention she's garnered and then turns back to face him, a large smile on her lips.
"Well, at least my efforts are appreciated by someone; though I do take your last statement as a compliment, so I won't hold your lack of admiration against you. Now, can we pick up from where we left off earlier?"
With a shake of his head, Logan chuckles and replies, "Sure thing, babe. Do you know how to play pool?"
"Not really, but I'd love for you to teach me," Nikki says, stroking her hand up and down his arm.