The moment he entered the bar, my eyes never left him. I have served criminals, liars, broken men, but none have made me want to lean closer. He didn't intimidate me. If anything, he made me curious.
I didn't belong to anyone but the way he watched me made it feel like a challenge.
He came to me with that mischievous look and sat right in front of me. In that husky voice, he ordered one whiskey. It was not a request but a command it irked me.
I looked him straight in the eye and, with a smirk, asked, "Neat… like you," I said, letting my gaze linger just a second too long.
"Or on the rocks…" my eyes dipped slowly to his tailored pants,
"…like you clearly aren't right now?"
"What would you prefer, Miss…?"
"It's Sofia," I said, with the most sensual smile . He just chuckled . It frustrated me ,...and rationality found its way home Why was I even flirting with a customer in the first place to that extent? I thought to myself and nodded. "On the rocks it is, then."
He chuckled. "So you prefer the c*ck, I see."
I turned around, my face visibly red and nipples hard just at the thought of how his c*ck would be.... strong like him ? Shameless I thought to myself I need to stop he was a customer let's be professional . Most of the times if any customer said somthing like that to me I would have been repulsed to the point I might have punched him but with him i felt like I lost control which definitely never happens ."Coming right up," I said without looking back. I neet to control myself .I made up my mind back to being professional.
He was patient. I made his drink and served him, and for the whole shift, he didn't say much except occasionally asking for another drink. But one thing that didn't change was his eyes , all over my body for the entire shift ,
On my neck. My waist. My legs.
Like he was undressing me without ever touching me.which practically made my panties soaked. I swear it felt like he knew that, and that made me frustrated it felt like I was a teenager and with that I could definitely say that control left the chat.
My shift was about to end when he asked me when I was getting off.
I was surprised but more than that I was happy just because he asked the question.
"In five minutes," I said.
He nodded in acknowledgment, and I went to get changed.
The anticipation of why he asked me was too much. My mind spiraled, running through every possible scenario—none of them frightening… just something else. Something I didn't want to name.
I had never gotten dressed so fast in my life.
By the time I stepped outside, my pulse was racing—and I wasn't entirely sure if it was excitement or something far more dangerous
Outside, he was standing there, holding a cigar in his mouth, dressed in a black tailored suit. "What a sight," I mumbled.
He turned, and I covered my mouth.
He smirked. "Glad to hear that," he said, crushing the cigar under his foot.
I blushed but kept my head high—maybe a little too high. I wasn't short, but standing next to him made me feel like I was.
"I wasn't talking about you."
"But there's no one here except me," he said, moving dangerously close to me.
I placed my hand on his chest to create some distance but what the hell, his chest was firm, really firm. He smelled like smoke, and I couldn't help but feel the urge to lean closer.
He started laughing. "I guess you love my body."
I backed a little he gripped my waist making me stay at the place no need to deny I could feel it you... no your p*ssy leaking for me .
I was shocked "what a shameless brute "
Why does this man keep getting on my nerves?
I tried to get away again from him , but he held my neck from behind ... not aggressively, but with authority.
I could feel his c*ck all hot and hard in my stomach he was big I looked up at him with what people definitely call lust .
And as if reading my mind what he said next made me freeze.