The carpet, worn thin from years of dancing, carried the distinct odour of spilled beer and late-night regrets, a testament to the countless revellers who have called Plush home over the decades. Despite its aging façade and the palpable sense of decline, Plush retains a certain gritty allure for me, even as whispers of its impending closure linger in the air. If ever this place closed down, I would miss it.
My ass was a cherry bomb as usual, I was sporting my black leather pants, and the snug fit was balanced by a sleek, cropped black top that left just a hint of skin bare, while my hair, straightened and cascading to the small of my back, caught the light and shimmered. My makeup was on point tonight: smoky eyes framed by bold, fluttery fake eyelashes that made my gaze feel electric. I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror behind the bar—strong, confident, and ready to embrace the night.
Sarah was already perched at a high table, her tight white Lycra mini skirt clinging to her body like a second skin, emphasizing her toned legs and playful spirit. She paired it with a fitted, off-the-shoulder black top that showed off her sun-kissed shoulders. The moment she saw me, her face lit up.
“Ash! You look fierce!” she exclaimed, raising her glass in a toast as I made my way over. “I swear, you could take on a whole army tonight.”
“I might have to,” I said, with a hint of darkness, but my comment went past Sarah.
Her laughter bubbled over the thumping bass, and I felt the tension of the last few days begin to dissipate in the warmth of her support. “What’s the plan? Drink or drink?”
As I settled into the seat across from Sarah, I couldn’t help but glance over at Matt, the bartender. He was busy mixing drinks, his muscles flexing under the fitted black shirt that accentuated his broad shoulders. “Okay, can we talk about how ridiculously hot Matt is?” I said, rolling my eyes playfully. “I mean, seriously, look at him.”
Sarah leaned in, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “Right? He’s like a walking ad for that cologne you always see on TV. Just the right amount of brooding and charm.” She smirked, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “I’ve seen you check him out more than once. You should go for it.”
I shook my head, “Honestly, two boyfriends are more than enough for me right now. I’m barely keeping my head above water as it is with my sex life.” I leaned back in my chair, swirling the drink in my glass as I thought about the tangled web I’d spun. “Jay and Brad both have their expectations and drama. It’s like trying to juggle flaming torches while walking a tightrope, one wrong move and everything could go up in flames.”
“Maybe you need to drop one of those torches,” Sarah suggested, her brow furrowed in concern. “I just don’t want to see you get burned, Ash.”
As I sipped my drink, a tall guy with tousled dark hair and an easy smile made his way over. He looked familiar, like someone I might have seen around before. “Hey,” he said, his voice smooth and confident. “I just wanted to say you have gorgeous eyes.”
I blinked in surprise, taken aback by the sudden compliment. “Oh, thanks!” I replied, trying to muster a casual smile. “That’s sweet of you.”
“You have a gorgeous fucking body,” he said, his gaze unapologetically sweeping over me. “The kind of body I like, curves in all the right places.”
He gestured slightly, emphasizing my thighs and the generous curve of my ass, while my flatter stomach gave me a unique shape that somehow felt both powerful and feminine. “Seriously, those legs and that ass, you pull it off effortlessly.”
“Thanks, dude” I replied.
The guy paused for a moment but he couldn’t resist one more comment. “Honestly, it’s really hard to find women like you,” he said, a hint of admiration in his voice. “You know, with a thick body that still exudes confidence. You’ve got that perfect blend of size and strength. You fucking own it.” With a satisfied nod, he finally turned and disappeared into the thrumming crowd once more, leaving me feeling a bit lighter, if only for a moment.
As the guy disappeared into the crowd, Sarah leaned in closer, a playful pout forming on her lips. “Seriously, Ash, this is so unfair!”
I raised an eyebrow, puzzled. “What do you mean?”
“I mean, every time we hang out, you get all the attention! It’s like you’re some kind of magnet for compliments and guys who can’t take their eyes off you,” she exclaimed, feigning exasperation. “What about me? I’m sitting right here, this skirt is so tight it’s gonna rip.”
I laughed, shaking my head. “Oh, come on! You’re stunning, too! You’ve got that whole ‘girl-next-door’ vibe that drives guys wild.”
She rolled her eyes dramatically, but a grin broke through. “Okay, enough chit-chat,” Sarah declared, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Let’s go sit at the bar and flirt with Matt. I’m not leaving tonight without a little action.”
I laughed, a mix of excitement bubbling inside me. “You’re on!” With that, we made our way through the crowd, the thumping bass pulsing beneath our feet.
As we reached the bar, I spotted Matt expertly mixing drinks, a focused look on his face. Sarah wasted no time, sliding onto a stool beside him and tossing her hair over her shoulder. “Hey, Matt! Remember us?”
“Sarah and Ashley, good to see you again,” he said as his eyes quickly scanned my body.
“What’s the best drink you’ve got for two horny ladies tonight?” Sarah purred, her voice dripping with flirtation.
Matt turned his attention to Sarah, flashing a charming smile that could have melted ice, but it was clear where his gaze lingered. “What would you like, Ashley?” he replied, his eyes shifting to me. “How about something sweet and strong? I think that fits your vibe perfectly.”
I felt a warmth wash over me, and a smile tugged at my lips. “Sounds good to me,” I said, enjoying the way he looked at me.
Meanwhile, Sarah leaned in closer, clearly undeterred by his indifference. “Come on, Matt! You should know by now that a girl like me appreciates a strong drink. Maybe I could be your taste tester?” She laughed, shooting him her best flirty smile.
Matt chuckled but didn’t bite. Instead, he glanced back at me, his eyes sparkling with genuine interest. “I think Ashley here could probably handle anything I mix up,” he said, that alluring smile widening as he focused solely on me.
As Sarah continued to shower him with compliments, it became increasingly evident that Matt was captivated by me, his indifference to her efforts only amplifying the tension in the air. I could feel Sarah’s playful annoyance but also her determination to not let this slip away. As Matt’s attention remained fixed on me, I could practically see the wheels turning in Sarah’s mind. With a dramatic sigh, she leaned back on her stool, crossing her arms with a teasing grin. “Well, looks like I’m going to have to leave you two lovebirds alone,” she said, rolling her eyes playfully.
“Come on, Sarah,” I protested, trying to suppress a laugh. “You’re not leaving me with him, are you?”
“I’ll just go find someone who appreciates short as fuck skirts,” she quipped, as she playfully hiked her skirt up a few more inches.
With that, she slid off her stool and gave me a playful wink before disappearing into the vibrant chaos of the nightclub, leaving me alone with Matt. The space between us felt charged. As I watched Matt mix drinks behind the bar, I couldn’t help but admire him. He looked to be about thirty-five, with dark, tousled hair that fell just above his deep-set eyes, which were a striking shade of dark brown. His gaze was intense yet warm, radiating a blend of confidence and sweetness that drew me in. I could tell he was the kind of guy who could command a room, but there was an undeniable gentleness in the way he interacted with customers.
His muscular build was evident in the way he moved—every motion fluid and assured, showcasing the results of countless hours spent in the gym. He had a tan that gave him a bronze glow, highlighting the contours of his arms and shoulders, which only added to his allure. It was clear that he took care of himself, each muscle defined without being overly bulky, striking a perfect balance between strength and approachability.
But it wasn’t just his physique that caught my attention; there was an air of intelligence about him, evident in the way he engaged with everyone around him. He wasn’t just a pretty face; he had a quick wit and a sharp mind that hinted at deeper layers beneath his charming exterior. I found myself captivated by the way he seemed to genuinely care about the people he served, his laughter easy and inviting, making me feel as though I was the only one in the room. Jay and Brad flashed through my mind, each representing a different world of complication that I was desperately trying to navigate. The weight of my secret life pressed down on me, reminding me that this moment, however enticing, could lead to a spiral I wasn’t ready to confront.
Matt turned to briefly serve another customer, and I freshened up my lip gloss before he turned back to me. “So, what do you do for a living, Ashley?” he asked, leaning against the bar, casual yet focused on me.
I hesitated for a moment, the truth feeling heavier than I wanted to admit. “I’m currently unemployed,” I said, forcing a light tone. “Just taking some time to figure things out.”
“Gotcha,” he nodded, his expression thoughtful. “Sometimes a little break can be good for the soul.”
I chuckled, appreciating his understanding. “Exactly. What about you?”
“You know, busy behind the bar, but I also volunteer as a big brother. I work with underprivileged kids.”
“Sounds rewarding,” I replied, genuinely impressed.
He paused, studying me for a moment before asking, “So, are you seeing anyone?”
I knew that question was coming, but I was surprised how early into the conversation he slipped it in.
“It’s a little complicated. I’m kind of living a double life right now. I owe some people some money and not the kind of people who let it slide. The kind of people that come for you, no matter what. I keep telling myself it’s all under control, that I can manage, but… I’m starting to realize how deep I’m in.”
“That sounds serious. You don’t have to share it with me if you don’t want to. That’s maybe a conversation for another time,” he said genuinely.
“I don’t usually talk about myself, not like this. But… you’re easy to talk to. I guess it’s the whole bartender thing, huh?”
You didn’t answer my first question,” he pressed.
“Which one?”
“Are you seeing anyone?”
I paused before answering, wondering if I should tell the truth, but there was a laid-back energy that radiated from that. I felt like I could tell him anything. “Yeah, um, two guys actually,” I said, feeling slightly embarrassed. “I’m tangled up in both of their lives, a bit of a love triangle I’ve got going on. And the worst part? They don’t know about each other.”
“Who are they?” Matt asked.
“Well, there’s Jay. He’s raw power, the kind that makes you feel safe like nothing can touch you. But Brad… Brad’s got wealth, and with that comes safety, a kind of stability I’ve never known. And I’m torn between them, not because I don’t know what I want, but because I’m scared of losing everything I’ve fought for, I guess.”
Matt had a funny look I couldn’t quite read.
“Is that a turn-off for you? Me banging two guys at once?” I asked.
As Matt leaned against the bar, his expression playful yet sincere, he looked directly at me. “You know, I’m not turned off by the fact that you’re juggling two guys. If anything, it’s a total turn-on.
“Really?” I asked.
“Yeah. Why shouldn’t a woman be able to explore her options? You’re not just some prize to be won; you’re a force to be reckoned with. I admire your confidence. It’s bold and exciting. It’s refreshing to see someone like you who knows what she wants and isn’t afraid to go after it.” He flashed her a mischievous grin, making it clear that he found my complexity intriguing rather than off-putting.
His gaze softened a hint of understanding in his eyes. “It sounds like you’ve got a lot on your plate. Just remember to take some time for yourself, too.”
“Definitely,” I said, feeling the tension of the evening begins to unravel in my chest. “But for now, I should catch up with my friend.” I gestured toward the dance floor, my mind racing with thoughts of the chaos waiting for me back in my other life.
As I stood there exchanging playful banter with Matt, I couldn’t shake the sudden rush of heat that coursed through me. The way he smiled, the way his dark eyes sparkled with interest, stirred something deep within me that I hadn’t expected. It was more than just attraction; it was an electric energy that made my pulse quicken and my thoughts drift into the realm of desire. I tried to keep my focus on the conversation, but all I could think about was how nice it would feel to let go of the weight pressing down on me. The thought of Jay, with his strong arms and fierce determination, surged to the forefront of my mind. I imagined the way he held me close, the heat of his body against mine, and the way he could make all my worries disappear, even if just for a moment.
“Hey, are you okay?” Matt asked a curious smile on his lips, breaking me from my reverie. “You seem a bit lost in thought.”
I quickly masked my feelings, chuckling lightly. “Yeah, just thinking about how chaotic my life is right now,” I said, trying to keep my tone casual. But beneath that facade, my body was reacting to him in ways I didn’t want to acknowledge.
“Chaos can be a good thing sometimes,” he replied, his voice smooth and inviting. “It keeps life interesting.”
I met his gaze, feeling the weight of my attraction to him but also the undeniable pull I felt toward Jay. Suddenly, the craving for his touch, his kiss, hit me like a tidal wave. I could picture us together, and it sent a shiver of anticipation through me.
“True,” I managed to say, “But right now, I need to get back to my friend.”
“Of course,” he said, his expression shifting to one of understanding. “I’ll be around if you want to chat more later.”
With that, I turned to leave, my thoughts swirling with a mix of longing and the thrill of a new connection. All I could think about was the way Jay made me feel, and how I needed to escape this moment and find him.
As I stepped away from the bar, I scanned the crowd for Sarah, hoping to catch a glimpse of her before I left. My heart raced at the thought of heading home to Jay, the anticipation of being wrapped in his arms igniting a fire within me.
I spotted her across the room, animatedly chatting with two guys at another table, her laughter cutting through the pulsating music. She looked completely in her element, effortlessly drawing them in with her charm. A surge of affection washed over me; she was always the life of the party. I pulled out my phone, feeling a mix of excitement and guilt. I typed out a quick text message, my fingers flying over the screen: ‘Hey, I’m going to head home. Spending the night with Jay. Have fun!’
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When I left Plush, the warm evening air hit me like a slap, snapping me back to reality. The heavy bass faded behind me, leaving a lingering echo of laughter and shouts. I had a buzz from the drinks I had downed with Sarah, but unease settled in the pit of my stomach. I stepped onto the sidewalk, the pavement slick underfoot from an earlier rain, glistening in the glow of the streetlights. The hum of the city wrapped around me, a constant reminder that I was not alone. I glanced back at the entrance, where a cluster of partygoers spilled out, their laughter and chatter mingling with the distant sound of sirens. I should have felt safe; after all, this was my neighbourhood, my stomping ground. But an instinctive chill crept up my spine, urging me to keep moving.
With every step toward my Mustang, I felt a growing sense of danger. An old sedan cruised a few car lengths behind me, its headlights cutting through the dim street like a spotlight. My pace quickened but I knew something was off. The shadows lengthened around me, and the air thickened with tension. I reached my Mustang, fumbling with my keys. I flung the door open and slid inside, slamming it shut behind me like it was a fortress. The interior of my car wrapped around me like a comforting cocoon, but the fear was palpable. I fired up the engine, its growl vibrating through my body, a welcome sound in this moment of dread. I glanced in the rearview mirror, confirming my suspicions. The sedan was still there, creeping slowly behind me as I left the parking lot.
“Shit,” I muttered under my breath. I knew I had to act fast. Without wasting another second, I peeled out of the parking lot, the tires screeching against the asphalt. The Mustang lunged forward, the power of the engine surging beneath me, giving me a thrill I desperately needed. I took a sharp left at the first intersection, narrowly avoiding a lamppost.
The streetlights blurred into streaks of yellow and white as I raced through the night. I could see the sedan in my mirror, its headlights blaring behind me like a relentless pursuer. I pressed the gas, feeling the familiar rush of adrenaline. I was a damn good driver, and this was my playground. I swerved through the streets, expertly maneuvering around the occasional pothole and tight corner, the engine roaring in response to my every command.
Another sharp turn led me onto a quieter side street, the kind of place where shadows lingered longer than light. I glanced back, my heart pounding. The sedan was still on my tail, but there was a glimmer of hope. I knew these streets like the back of my hand, each turn and alleyway etched in my memory. I sped past darkened storefronts and closed cafes, their windows reflecting my headlights.
As I rounded a corner, an idea struck me. I could lose them if I played my cards right. I flipped on my turn signal, feigning a right turn before quickly swerving left, cutting through a narrow alley that ran behind a row of shops. The Mustang fit like a glove, and I felt a surge of exhilaration as I navigated the tight space, keeping my eyes peeled for any sign of the sedan.
Emerging from the alley, I glanced back again. The sedan hesitated at the entrance, but it quickly recovered, barreling after me. They weren’t giving up easily. I needed to think. I took another quick left, threading through a residential area where the houses loomed like silent witnesses. The streetlights flickered, casting eerie shadows across the pavement. This was more than a joyride, it was survival. As I approached another intersection, I made a split-second decision to turn onto a slightly busier road, hoping the increased traffic might scare them off.
Cars lined the streets, but I didn’t have time to worry about the other drivers. I ducked in and out of lanes, weaving around vehicles, my instincts taking over. The world outside blurred, a chaotic montage of headlights and taillights, but my focus was singular: evade the threat behind me. I caught a glimpse of the sedan through my mirror, still hot on my tail, its silhouette sharp against the glow of the streetlights. With desperation gnawing at me, I spotted a gas station up ahead, its bright lights a beacon in the darkness. I made a sudden decision. Pulling into the parking lot, I swung the Mustang around, positioning it so that I faced the exit. The sedan followed, its headlights piercing the night as it pulled in behind me.
As I sat there, heart racing, I took a moment to catch my breath. The moment felt like an eternity, I knew I couldn’t let them corner me. With my pulse hammering in my ears, I threw the Mustang into gear and took off again, just as the sedan was rolling to a stop. I pulled out of the gas station and pushed my foot down heavy on the accelerator The sedan roared back to life, but I was already gaining distance. I pushed the Mustang to its limits, feeling the familiar rush of power. I needed to put some distance between us, fast. I could hear my heartbeat, a wild drum against the symphony of the night, as I sped away, determined to stay one step ahead of the danger lurking in the shadows.
After a few blocks, I glanced back, and to my relief, the sedan was nowhere in sight. A mix of exhilaration and anxiety flooded my veins. I took a moment to steady my breath, gripping the steering wheel tightly as I pulled to a stop at a red light. I could hardly believe I’d managed to lose them. I stared into the rearview mirror, half-expecting the black sedan to reappear out of the shadows. But the road behind me remained empty, eerily quiet.
Who the hell were they? Was this just another intimidation tactic, someone trying to scare me into submission? Or was this something worse? Bronson Riddick’s goons had made no secret of their intentions, but how could I know if they were the ones behind the wheel of that sedan tonight, ready to kill me on sight?
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Being pursued had given me a high, but it wasn’t the kind of excitement I wanted right now. I needed to forget about that car, about Bronson, about the fact that I was still being hunted. Jay was my escape, and tonight I just wanted to make his dick hard, and suck it and stroke it until he shot his beautiful load all over the place for me.
I knocked softly on the door, hoping my nerves weren’t as obvious as they felt. Jay answered almost immediately, his broad frame filling the doorway as his dark eyes scanned my face. “You good, babe?” he asked, his voice low with concern. I nodded, stepping inside. Maybe I wasn’t entirely in the mood anymore, but I knew what I wanted to do to him.
Without saying much more, I kissed him hard and deep, pushing him back toward the couch. My lips traced the line of his jaw, I wasn’t going to let that damn car ruin everything tonight. I needed the distraction, and I was in a giving mood. As usual, his dick was already hard, something I never grow tired of. It didn’t take long to unzip his pants and get my hand around his solid dick. I held it with deliberate care and ran my tongue slowly up the shaft inch by inch, all the way up to his big mushroom head, keeping my hand firmly wrapped around the base of the shaft.
I brought that gorgeous mushroom head to my lips and kissed it, playing with all those sensitive nerve endings on the backside and listening to his moans of pleasure. Every movement was intentional, and I could feel the unspoken tension, as I started building him up to a big glorious finish. I was in no rush, I wanted to make this a slow, teasing blowjob, keeping him on the edge as long as I wanted. I brought him close to orgasm several times before slowing down, and letting his pleasure mellow out before starting the whole process again. He was loving it, I was edging him like a pro.
I can’t describe what a turn-on it is to hold him in the palm of my hand like that, knowing that I could take him over the edge just by speeding up my masterful strokes and forcing him to surrender to the inevitability of orgasm. I love those first few contractions deep in his groin that signal his orgasm has started, as he’s past that point of no return and that beautiful eruption is coming. It is such an erotic power to hold that decision in my hand, and finally, when I’ve teased him enough, I can take him over the edge, forcing him to surrender to orgasm just by speeding up my strokes a little bit. It’s like pushing a button, and I love that it’s my decision to make.
I decided it was time to make my man shoot his load for me. I took a firmer grip on that throbbing cock and stroked just a little faster, and it didn’t take long to take him over the edge.
“Fuck, I’m gonna cum!” he exclaimed, those four beautiful words that are music to my ears. I eagerly awaited his cannon going off, and when it did, I wasn’t disappointed. Rope after rope of cum erupted from his cock and landed all over those beautiful abs of his as his orgasm rocked him, I kept stroking just as fast and just as hard, and I didn’t let up. Once I bled every beautiful second of his orgasm out of him, I brought my hand up to the head of his dick and squeezed it a few times, making sure to squeeze every last drop of cum out of those balls of his as his deep masculine voice expressed his pleasure.
As he came down from his orgasm, I admired my handiwork, his beautiful abs covered in his jizz, the sweet, pungent aroma filling the air. I leaned forward, still holding his spent dick in my hand, as I ran my tongue slowly up his stomach as the salty taste of his seed filled my mouth.
I lay beside him, my head nestled against his chest, feeling the warmth radiate from him.
“Fuck,” he said, his voice low and content, “that was incredible, it’s been a while since I’ve come like that. You’re just too fucking good, babe.”
He met my gaze, and I felt a warmth spread through me, appreciating his words. “I’m glad you liked it, baby.”
As the adrenaline from being chased home from Plush mellowed out, I suddenly felt heavy, and it didn’t take long for me to fall asleep.
