CHAPTER TWO
Kristen
The beat pounded heavily in my ears, deafening, making my head throb. I was sure I’d have tinnitus the next day.
“Krissy, want a drink?” yelled my friend Amy directly into my ear.
Ouch! That didn’t help. I nodded, not bothering to reply with words.
We tunneled our way through the club, bumped and shoved by a sea of jostling bodies, to park ourselves at the end of the long wooden bar. It was worth it though – a gorgeous bartender was serving drinks, dark-haired with deep blue eyes, his smile a Crest advertisement as he grinned at a particularly fetching female customer. Judging from her return smile, either his drinks were really good or she was hoping for a piece of saucy action.
Which made me sigh. God, what I wouldn’t do to get myself a slice of real-life alpha male? My love life barely had a heartbeat because my boyfriend, Darren, isn’t exactly the assertive type. Just last night, we’d been studying when he started up the oddest conversation.
“Krissy, are you ever attracted to women?”
I wasn’t sure what to reply, so I spoke carefully.
“Well, I definitely think that women can be very beautiful, like Angelina Jolie, but I’m not sure what you mean by attracted to women. I mean, I don’t want to do Angelina, if that’s what you’re asking.”
Judging from his disappointed frown, I’d said the wrong thing.
He pressed on. “I mean, do you ever feel tempted to kiss another woman, just to see what it’s like? Especially if she’s really gorgeous?”
Where was this going? I decided to choose my words carefully again.
“I guess I’ve thought about kissing women, yeah, once in a while. But it’s not something that I think about a lot. If you’re into it, why don’t you show me?” I winked suggestively. We were alone in his dorm room, so I gave him a secret smile and subtly hitched my skirt higher.
But he was oblivious to my come-ons.
“No seriously Krissy, I think it could be hot if you did it with another woman. You know it’s every guy’s dream, to have a threesome with two females, and if you were genuinely interested in another woman, I really think it could work.”
That stopped me short. I’m not attracted to women and his insistence was annoying. He should have been inside my panties already, but instead, we were having this stupid conversation.
I thought back to the last time Darren and I had had sex. It’d been lame, honestly. I don’t know if four inches counts as a small dick, but that’s what Darren has, and it seemed like he couldn’t come very easily. Finally, I’d pulled off and he’d finished with his hand, squirting the tiniest bit of cum in a pathetic wet spot on the coverlet. I was left wanting and desperate, but instead of finishing me, he got out of bed and started dressing to go back to his dorm.
“Come on, baby, stay, let’s play some more,” I’d purred throatily. “My roommate’s gone for the weekend, we can party all night,” I suggested.
Darren gave me a weird glance as he zipped up his jeans.
“Krissy, get serious,” he said. “We have midterms next week, and besides, I just did you. Isn’t that enough? If you want to be a serious journalist, I’d suggest you start studying and not waste any more time,” he’d said self-importantly.
I let out a gusty sigh of frustration. Sorr-ry! I was more than a little hurt, but this wasn’t the first time Darren had shot me down for sex, citing all sorts of excuses. It was just that I was getting seriously frustrated … my pussy was positively vibrating with lust, and he wasn’t able to provide the satisfaction I needed. That’s why I was at the club with Amy now.
I’m not really a club-going type. I mean, I’m not a prude either, but I do want to be a serious journalist and spend a good amount of time working on articles, pounding the pavement on some serious investigative beats. My latest project was an expose of the club industry, focusing on outfits that served alcohol to minors, provided recreational drugs, that kind of thing. So my motive for coming out tonight was two-pronged – relax and party a little, but also do some research for my next project.
Finally, the bartender sauntered over to us, his blue eyes gleaming as he took in the creamy vees of our breasts, exposed through daringly low necklaces. I blushed a little, but thrust out my chest again. It was part of my strategy – if I wanted to investigate potential crimes, I needed to fit in by looking slutty, you know?
“Hi,” I purred. “Do you do mojitos?” I asked.
He cocked an eyebrow at me wryly, taking in my tiny bustier and even tinier mini-skirt.
“Do you have ID?” he countered.
Dammit! I’d been hoping my revealing outfit would make me look older, but I guess I still looked eighteen. I sighed, defeated, but Amy took over.
“Listen, we’re willing to pay double for the drinks, just forget the IDs, okay?” she yelled into his ear.
But he shook his head, no.
“Sorry chickies, no can do,” he rumbled, turning to another guest.
Suddenly, I had an idea.
“Hey, I have something for you,” I said, almost pitching myself onto the bar so that he could hear me, my boobs just about falling out of my top. “Meet me out back in fifteen?” I asked, nodding to a darkened door that led outside.
He looked me over again and I smiled sassily, cocking out a hip. I knew I looked good, my hair brushed to a glossy sheen, curves in all the right places. Rolling his eyes, he gave a shrug and said, “Alright, I’m going on break anyways,” he said, this time turning his back to serve another customer.
Amy grabbed my hand. “Oh my god, Krissy! What are you doing?”
To tell the truth, I wasn’t sure yet, but I knew I wanted something … intimate … with our gorgeous bartender.