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Bar Night

By Javin Strome

Copyright@2018 by Javin Strome

Smashwords Edition

This book is a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or locales is purely coincidental.

It is intended only for adults over the age of 18 and all characters are represented as 18 or over.

“Give me like ten shots of tequila,” Bruce said as he slid onto the stool at the counter. He felt exhausted and drained. There was a pain in his shoulder and he could not tell where he had gotten it from. It was probably because he had been working all day. His head throbbed. He wondered why he had even come at the bar. Wasn’t he supposed to be sleeping?

Bruce felt like he was being caught up in a maze he would never be able to get out. He was working too much, yet he never seemed to be doing enough. Maybe that was how it was supposed to be when you start your own business, he thought. There was no other explanation. He had a meeting early tomorrow, three meetings as a matter of fact. It was ten already and he had just stepped out of the office. He had been preparing for the meetings, arranging the key points that would be addressed in the meetings.

He then had some prospective investors that he knew he had to impress later in the day. The problem was that he was feeling detached from the world. This was not what he had been going through six months ago. Not that it was bad, the fact that he was always busy only made him a little worried that he was spending too much time at work and detaching himself from his friends.

Before he started his company, Bruce was always available for his friends. He had the time to do anything for him. He would always have someone over at his house playing video games or whatever. But the moment he started working, he never had time for anyone. And it was not because he felt he was more important than anyone. That was far from happening. It was because he walked into his office at nine in the morning and left at ten in the evening.

If he was not in a meeting trying to impress investors, he was handling content for his website, or he was trying to get as many customers as possible. There was always something to do at the office. There were times when eh ad to carry the work at home, at ten in the evening. He would not even get close to doing it because the Monnet he got home, sleep overcame him.

One of his friends had raised his concern, that he was abandoning the pack. They had called him to come out and party with him a few times, but he never really had the time to do that. He would have loved to, he even actually made plans, but he would always remember after he had gotten into bed that he was supposed to be somewhere else. This did not sit well with his friends. He also suspected that they thought he was trying to alienate himself from the pack.

The shots started coming and he downed three at a time. The liquid was hot, but sufficient enough for him. He took a deep breath and slowly felt his body relaxing. Someone touched his shoulder and he turned to look. She was sliding on the seat next to him.

“Lonely night?” she asked.

“Something like that,” Bruce said.

The bartender paced another three shots and the lady took one, downed it and smiled at him. Bruce pushed another one towards him and downed the remaining one.

“What brings you to this side of town?” she asked. She was a little older than him, he could tell. But she was also amazingly beautiful.

“I live in this part of town,” Bruce said.

“Doesn’t seem like it. That suit is worth at least a thousand bucks.”

“Glad you think it costs so much money. I actually bought it bigger for a much cheaper price. Took it to a tailor who did a great job at resizing it,” he said. It was true, he did not have the money to afford a thousand dollar suit. He could not go off buying expensive suits when his business was trying to save every penny it could get.

The woman nodded, as if she understood what he said because she ordered her drink. “You still haven’t told me why you are here,” the woman said.

“Apart from the amazing tequila?” he asked.


“Well, to get out of my life for a while, see what the world has to offer before I go back to my busy life,” the man said. He meant it, he knew he was not going to last in this bar for long; that he was soon going to have to get back to his busy life. The realization was setting on him. The only time he would ever be in a normal life was down the line, when everything had settled. And even then, life would be a different kind of normal.

“That sounds like a good thing to me. How about I join you in making your life normal for a short while?” the woman asked.

“I don’t even know your name,” Bruce said.

“How about you call me Sandy for tonight?” she asked.

“Tonight? You mean the whole night?” Bruce asked.

“If you want to, I mean what a man who wears a cheap suit, and makes it look like a thousand dollar piece lack if he wanted it?” she asked.

“Then maybe we should take this party somewhere else,” Bruce said.

He forgot about the meetings, and he forgot about his work. Earlier in his life, he could have picked just anyone and they would have had a great night together. He was that kind of guy, the kind of guy who lived life on a fast lane. But now things had changed. The moment he had decided to open his company, things changed. He stopped this. He did not recall the last time he had sex to begin with. And how here was a woman who was willing to let him taste that kind of life if only for a night.

Sandy did not let them leave immediately. She had come to the club to drink and she needed her drink. Bruce ordered a couple of more tequilas until he felt that he was beginning to get drunk. The good thing was that the woman drunk most of them, and she seemed like the kind to handle her alcohol well.

They soon got to their feet. Bruce took care of the tab and they walked down the street.

“I hope you don’t live far from here,” the woman said.

“No, just around the corner. Why, are you afraid that we are going to walk all night?” Bruce asked chuckling.

“No, I was actually afraid that we are going to walk for so long that I would fall asleep as soon as I landed in bed,” Sandy said. He laughed and assured her that he lived nearby. He could see the kind of heels she was wearing. They were the kind that told him that she meant business.

At his apartment, Bruce proceeded to pour her a glass of wine before they got to talking. It turned out that the woman could handle way more alcohol than he could ever imagine. Even after drinking all that, she was still sober. Bruce did no push his limits, the last thing he wanted was to get too drunk when the woman was just beginning to get comfortable.

They were seated next to each other and she seemed more interested in hearing what he had to say than anything else. She would, however run her hand along his thigh every now and then and make his blood run hot. Bruce did not want to share too much, so he only told her what he thought she wanted to hear.

“All this talk is getting me an idea,” Bruce finally said.

“What do you propose we do?” Sandy asked. She turned to him and smiled.

“I was thinking of getting that wine on your lips,” Bruce said.

“Why don’t you come get it then?” she asked and inched closer to the man. This was what if felt like to have a powerful woman with you, Bruce thought as he inched closer to her.

“Come with me baby, let’s have some fun,” she added, getting to her feet and leading the man upstairs. Bruce did not need to finish eating. He was already moving to the one part of the house he had never been given access to. This was dangerous, but it was fun. In his mind, he was already wishing Sandy’s father was on one of his long trips. Then he would have some more time with Sandy.

“Are you sure you’re okay with this?” Bruce asked before getting any closer to the woman.

“Shut up and kiss me,” Sandy said pulling him closer to him. She smelled so nice he felt as if he could tear her apart. How they kissed and undressed each other, no one could tell. But her body was already uncoiling, heating up and letting him know that she was his for the taking. This was the best thing that had ever happened to her. She had known she wanted Bruce the moment she saw him in that kitchen and she would continue wanting him for the rest of her life. It was like hitting a switch and everything started moving towards the right direction. No one had told her anything about love, but she was sure that this was it.

And now they were here and he was affecting her. His hot breath on her was doing a lot of damage to her nerves. It was bringing her whole system to life. It was always going to be a good time with Bruce, a man who knew where to touch. She allowed him access to her, giving him all the access he would want.

Bruce busied himself with bringing Sandy pleasure until she moaned with abandonment. She wanted him as soon as possible. Any delays would only build to her frustrations. Bruce took time bringing her pleasure, making her writhe with pleasure on the bed before he raised his head and smiled.

Sandy watched with awe as her lover displayed himself impressively before he joined her on the bed. He was now ready to take her to a world only he could take her to. And she looked down at her body and noticed his hardness. She was excited, way too excited. She could not help but ask for it. Her whole body seemed to have been electrified by his oral performance. The way he kissed the way he handled her nosy, the way he even smelled… it all made him the god she knew he was. He had prepared her well for the love making that was to follow.

He slowly entered her, allowing her to adjust. Bruce slowly pushed himself forward until he was buried to the hilt before he finally looked into her eyes. As if giving her a green light, she moaned “yes” and Bruce started to move. Like a professional or something even better, he took her hard, bringing her to the throes of pleasure like no one had ever tried before. They were both submitting to an animalistic instinct that seemed to drive them from the moment they laid eyes on each other. Nothing else mattered at this particular time, they were both happy to be here.

There was a time Bruce had never before seen himself doing this, but it was actually a good thing he had tried. It was a feeling he had missed for so long. The sensations he had to live with were just too good. He closed his eyes and concentrate on giving her pleasure, taking her needs and handling the like the man that he was. No one was going to stop him as long as Sandy was close by. And she flexed herself every now and then, milking him as he pistoned in and out of her.

He moved until he could not move again. Rolling off of her, he looked at the ceiling and realized that he was going to have to enjoy this woman as much as he could.

The End

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