Her ass left the seat and she stepped between my long legs, her fingers running up the length of my red tie. “I’m Ashley.” Her breathy words fanned across my lips as she lifted her hand to run it through my beard. “I’ve never seen you around. Do you come here a lot?” she asked, her voice thick as honey, seduction dripping off her tongue.
My brown eyes focused on the gigantic rock on her finger before removing her hand from my face. “No.” I’d been coming here for the past week, to check out the competition for my newest acquisition, but tonight I needed release and this girl wasn’t the one.
I stood, giving her a tight smile, before making my way to the other end of the neon lit bar.
I squeezed my tall frame to an empty stool and signaled the bartender. “Whiskey,” I called out to her.
She glanced my way, locking eyes with mine. A brief nod and a slight smile was all she gave me before she turned and slammed a few bottles back in the well. The sexy bartender finally slid her ass over and my eyes narrowed on her as she poured the whiskey in a glass. Her shimmery hair clearly wasn’t hers. The wig on her head matched her silver bikini top, which barely contained her full breasts. The skinny strings strained, as if at any moment they would snap, letting her tits fall free. A silver short skirt hugged the curve of her ass as she turned to pour a few shots for the bride-to-be.
The few times I’d been here, I’d never seen this girl. I’d remember a face like hers, even in the dark. My eyes scanned her flawless features. She wasn’t hard and overworked like some of these girls. She hadn’t allowed a scalpel to redraw the map of who she was designed to be. And she sure as shit wasn’t shy about showing it off. My dick stiffened. That hunger to claim and guzzle down the good shit surged. And
I’m not talking about fucking whiskey, either. I wanted her.
Nights like these were sort of like the Sabbath to me, a holy day to worship my most favorite idol, a woman’s sweet body. This woman with silver hair and spilling breasts was in need of worship and I had every intention of fucking her like the goddess she was. I’d spend many nights doing just that, but…
first, I had to get her attention.
Again.
After a few minutes, I decided to use the secret super power I owned. It would require the use of a couple of ladies with penis straws in their mouths. When she finally returned to ask if I wanted another, I leaned in, talking close to her ear over the loud music.
My scruffy cheek whispered across her smooth skin. “As a father, I have to beg you to please cut those girls off.” I nodded in the direction of the bachelorette party. Her eyes flitted to them and then back to me. “If it were my little Lucy, I’d be devastated to know they’d be driving home like that.” Daddy role never failed me before.
“Relax,” she shot back. “They have a limo waiting in the lot. Daddy Dearest.”
I smiled at her and leaned back in. “Just so you know, you’re the hottest girl in this whole fucking place.”
“Just so you know,” she said, touching my shoulder this time, “you’re the millionth guy who has said that tonight.”
I pulled back, palms splayed on the bar as I met her eyes. “But there’s a difference—you want to know what it is?”
She shrugged, causing her tits to squeeze together. I grabbed my empty glass and held it up to her, leaning in close again, not breaking eye contact. “I’m the only fucker in here who will say please.”
***
“Fuck,” I groaned, breaking from the lips of the silver goddess. Tongues twisting, mouths sucking, her sexy moans were pulling me under. “You want to do this here?”
With a strong grip around her waist, I pulled her even closer, grinding my cock against her.
“You have to live a little,” she said as she pushed away and ran toward the shoreline.
The waves crashed as I strolled along with my hands in my pockets, fascinated by her.
Her silver wig and long legs held the moon’s glow as she laughed. Her toes dipped into the salty ocean and as I watched—my arousal deepened.
I took a long breath as I saw her dance in the moonlight. Fucking hot, the way her ass shook, the way she grooved to a rhythm playing along in her mind. I wanted to hear it too.
I’d been overworked for so long, and she made me feel like I’d been set free.
She shimmied over, her arms landing around my neck as I gazed into her glitter-shadowed eyes. “Dance with me.”
We swayed and rocked into one another as I caressed the dip of her spine with one hand. “Your name, what is it?”
“Penelope.”
Penelope. It rolled along my tongue as I said it aloud.
“Are you going to tell me yours or do I have to guess?”