Jack Griggs
“Honestly, you wanted to meet here?” Jackie knew she looked out of place with her glass of merlot. She found me as soon as I arrived at the bar and she was just like I imagined—blonde, assertive and confident. Exactly my brother’s type. She was everything he’d made a beeline for before his Rebecca days and in truth, pretty close to what he’d ended up with. Had Jake not been married, I could see them together.
Me, on the other hand… She was not my type. I preferred someone more delicate with an understated control that would present itself when you least expected it. I wanted the demure mouse on the outside who went wild when teased and turned into someone with the heart of a lioness inside.
Lila took my drinks orders for a beer and a merlot and snorted, muttering, “She ain’t for you, Jack. What happened to Sansa Stark?”
I ignored her question as the door spilled open and a crowd of students piled through. As I handed Lila the money for the drinks, I heard her mumble, “This should be fun,” before she wandered off to deal with them. Her comment clicked into place as I was sitting down and spotted Carly at the back of the throng of party goers.
So, Jackie was attractive, the sort of warm body I’d have gone for pre-Carly and definitely in my college days, but now I was realizing my tastes had changed, matured.
“Honestly,” I told her, “I figured a crowd would make it a bit easier. No dull atmosphere if the conversation dries up or one of us isn’t into it. In this place, you can get lost in the crowd.”
She nodded and took a sip of what must have been something closer to fermented steak juice than merlot. Holding a wine glass didn’t suit her, though. It was like she was trying to soften her tough, rugged, cop exterior, a look she wore very well. Clearly, her uniform and stab vest were her clothes of choice and right now she was a bit at sea in civilian attire. “I know it’s a silly statement, but you do look alike.”
Yep. It was a silly statement.
“I mean, how lucky can a girl get? When she’s wildly attracted to a guy who only has eyes for his wife and also spends ninety percent of the time talking about her and his kid, to find that there’s a carbon copy of him out there. It gives a girl hope.”
Really?
I can’t have your brother, so you’ll do. That was her angle. Not exactly the sentiment required to get my cock hard. “Yeah. Lucky.”
Instantly I knew this girl’s future. Cop now, deputy sheriff next and then a grand move into the sheriff’s chair. She had aspirations of joining an agency but wouldn’t be quite good enough, so she’d end up marrying an average guy and making his life hell. He’d become the primary parent of the two kids she never really wanted because they could spell the end of her career. Jackie would be the main breadwinner and work seventeen hours a day, while her husband became a soccer dad and watched way too much online porn. Mr. Jackie would hate her and be miserable.
No thanks.
I wanted that type of relationship like I wanted a hole drilling in my head. I wanted a real partnership with someone who wanted to hear what I had to say. Who wanted my input in decisions that affected both our futures and to top it off, they would let me take control and lead them around in the bedroom. A girl with a headstrong attitude who was happy to be banged like a barn door in a hurricane was the woman for me and, apparently, hard to find.
Or at least I thought.
Deep in my heart, I knew I’d found her. She was too young, she was like my extended family, and she was… “What the fuck is she doing?” I snapped, completely by accident.
“Who? What?” Jackie asked, spinning round to see what I’d spotted.
“Nothing. No one. I just thought I saw someone I knew signing up for that body paint shit.”
I knew I was trying to cover it up, but the blood in my head was rushing around at a pace that scared me. Carly had just fucked my world right up and signed up for the madness that was Lila’s paint porn party.
I shouldn’t even have been there. I was never there when the paint party happened. Seeing some of your students half naked and covered in paint just wasn’t right. But apparently, I was off my game and making all sorts of fucked up decisions. Like this blind date.
I wanted to leave but I didn’t think I could. I felt this intense need to grab Carly and run. Bundle her in the safety of my arms and then never set her free. Of course, after I’d rescued her, I’d tie her to my fucking bed and teach her a lesson. A lot of lessons in fact.
As I was about to do just that, I saw Lila hand her a bag and watched her follow the other Stepford cheerleaders out of the bar.
Too late.
Too fucking late.
She was going to do it.
Xavier-cunting-Burrows actually looked unhappy about it, that was, until his mates started high fiving him and he realized what he was about to do.
He was going to see her nearly naked and touch her in public. He’d have a fucking boner before she even stepped on the stage at this rate.
I needed to leave.
This was going to test my restraint to the max.
“Let’s go,” I barked at Jackie.
“No. I think we’ll stay and finish our drinks. Then we can head out.”
Yep, I was right. Total ball buster. Jackie took the smallest sip of her merlot, like a thimble full, and sat back waiting for me to challenge her. I was spot on about her; she hated to be told what to do and she wanted to be the one to make the moves and be in control.
“I don’t think this is going to work. It was nice meeting you.”
Her face pinched with an ugly annoyance that I couldn’t have cared less about. She wanted to fuck my brother and I was past being pleasant with someone who saw me as a second choice.
The front door of the bar was out. I couldn’t escape that way; it was crammed with all the dicks who wanted to see Carly half naked, so I headed for the back entrance.
As I hit the corridor, she walked out of the bathroom door. I could tell she was nervous and shy about this whole paint thing. Her thighs were exposed, but her torso was still covered because she was hugging a t-shirt tight against her body.
Carly stopped dead when she saw me and shivered a little. Even from this distance I could see the goosebumps pebbling her legs. “Jack—”
“Show me,” I demanded and swallowed nervously. I had this ridiculous need to see what she looked like. What everyone else would see when she got on stage.
“No.”
“Just like I thought. You won’t go through with this.”
Defiance struck deep inside her and I instantly regretted my words. That lioness heart I adored woke up, and dammit if that didn’t start the familiar tension stirring in my groin.
Carly dropped the t-shirt and the sight made my head thump and my brains expand with a desperate need to go public about my feelings for her. Any minute now, the walls would be covered in pinky-grey dripping gloop if I didn’t pull my shit together.
Her fucking fantastic china white body was perfect and bare. The fleshy, gold colored tit pasties were shaped like flowers, and I had this insane need to peel them back, petal by petal, and touch her.
Her nervous breathing made her breasts look heavy, laden with succulent promise and fuck, I needed to bite them. Own them. Again.
Her trim waist was fantastically feminine with hips that were made to highlight her hourglass figure—a figure you knew would only get better as she grew older and matured into it.
The panties. Jesus fucking Christ, the panties. They were string, and I’d seen bigger triangles on math paper exam question. “I can’t let you do this.” I stepped forward to her.
“You don’t have a choice. You don’t want me and you’re on a date.”
Those words, so epically untrue, caused me to pause in surprise. She couldn’t think that. I’d never said that I didn’t want her. I’d said the opposite, I was sure of it, and if I hadn’t said that, I’d implied it and shown her.
While I stood there giving thought to it all, Carly found her spine and stepped past me. Before I could stop her, she was on her way to the crowded bar.
“Fuck!”
Her red hair was like a distress flare, and right now, it was an unwelcome differentiator from the other girls. Under those lights it stood out and drew more attention to her. I knew this because I’d have been drawn to it if I was out there, too.
But it was worse than that. It flowed down her back in waves. I knew that if I grabbed those waves, it would keep her in place when I wanted to feed my cock down her throat. The length of it dragged your eyes down to her perfect ass. A perfect ass that right now I felt the need to touch, bite and fuck. And because my torture was not yet complete, I couldn’t take my eyes from the tiny string that sat temptingly between her ass cheeks, holding up the math triangle.
Carly’s defiance was complete.
When she entered the bar, no longer bothering with the t-shirt, the place went into meltdown.
Carly had arrived and Lila raised a bottle in the air to me, confirming what she’d meant earlier. This should be fun.
* * *
Leave.
Leave.
“Leave, motherfucker.” I urged myself to do it.
But I couldn’t.
I was that masochistic idiot who couldn’t look away from the scene of a crime. That person who couldn’t explain why death, funerals and general horror stories were so attention grabbing.
Somewhere deep in my core I knew that if I left now, the visuals in my head would end up over exaggerated and torture me just as much as actually seeing it. Like some sleazy voyeur, I stood at the end of the corridor, out of sight, and watched as it all unfolded. My stupidity on calling her out had done this. It had only strengthened her resolve to see it through.
Jackie must have left. I didn’t see her the one time my eyes scanned the bar. All I saw were the jocks in the crowd, who may as well have had their dicks in their hands, such was their excitement.
Carly was one of six girls on the stage, and even thought the rest were big titted, tiny waisted cheerleaders, they paled in comparison to the red head on the end. I was right; it was angelic in glow and it may as well have been a flashing neon sign saying, ‘fuck me’.
When Lila blew the whistle to get the competition underway, all the girls squealed in joy as their guy partners daubed the first paintbrush on them. All except Carly, who had placed her hands on her hips and was gritting her teeth like she was building up the courage just to stay put on the makeshift stage.
I didn’t watch anyone else. I could see Xavier-cunting-Burrows’ fingers grab brushes and sponges that he flowed with ease across her skin.
My skin.
I wanted to break each and every one of those fingers. Painfully and slowly, so he could feel just a fucking ounce of the pain I was suffering through.
This was going to be a long three hours.
Creativity had started to take shape as the clock wound down. Lots of drinks were consumed and it was clear that the prize money was going to be a drop in the ocean compared to Lila’s takings.
The first couple stayed safe by playing on her large assets and his lack of imagination. The guy drafted a simple triangle bikini on his female partner. Cleverly, though, he did the top of the two piece just a little small, so it looked like she was busting out of it. It was not hard to imagine her doing that with any bathing suit she wore in real life.
The next girl along was being worked into a less imaginative Baywatch, Pamela Anderson style outfit. Clearly his artistic talents hadn’t developed at the same rate as his muscles. He was only just able to pull off painting a single color in a straight line. Mind you, it didn’t help that the squeaky bitch kept squirming every two seconds.
Third along didn’t last long. Her partner’s over keen swiping of a paintbrush had caused some nipple pasty malfunction and they were promptly disqualified. Much to her annoyance, he didn’t care. He and everyone else got to see her goods. She stormed off in a huff and he pocketed a handful of cash for his efforts. I should have been disgusted at his side action, but I wasn’t. Rewind a few years and that would have been me and my brother.
The fourth couple, who had clearly planned ahead, were deep in an artistic discussion around a Wonder Woman bustier he had sketched on her. She was pissed the proportions were all wrong and he was shaking like a shitting dog under the pressure. When she finally screamed at him to ‘do it like last time’, they were booed for being seasoned pros. They weren’t going to win.
Couple number five were a little more astute. He played to the girl’s strength. She had dark, mocha colored skin and was the perfect canvas for what he was attempting—a full body skeleton. I knew nothing about bodies, well apart from the obvious, but his confidence oozed pre-med, especially if the way he was creating all the bones in a specific order was anything to go by.
Looking at the others, it didn’t matter if Xavier-cunting-Burrows did not use a lick of paint. She was, by far, still the winner. I’d never fucked a girl with nipple pasties on before, but right now I had the overwhelming urge to tick it off my list.
His teammates knew what he was creating on her body and it was a genius move. The clever fucktard was fashioning a baseball referee outfit – only a slutty one.
I watched as he said something to her and she grabbed her hair and piled it on top of her head, so he could work on her shoulders. He’d managed to construct a striped top but with a criss-crossed lace up center. It looked like it was too small and she was straining against the laces, forming a cleavage. Xavier was busy extending it over her shoulders to make it look like a proper top.
I didn’t know whether to hate him or love him. What he was doing covered more of her but played to the crowd. With her hands still on her head and her legs spread, you could see what he’d done to cover her bottom half. He’d fashioned some short hot pants in the design of the American flag. Clever—sports and patriotism. There was a reason he was flying through his college studies and had made the mentor program.
Lila whistled to signal the last twenty minutes of the competition, and the screaming intensified. The excitement was palpable. The couples stood and downed beers for liquid courage, but I was transfixed by Carly and Xavier-cunting-Burrows who were deep in discussion. He’d asked her another question and I could tell he was seeking her approval. Her hands were still on her head, holding her thick mane of red hair. All of sudden, she nodded and grinned at him. In a rush, he grabbed more paint and moved to her back while she seductively blew air from her plump lips on to her shoulders. The gentle teasing of this simple action was just plain cruel.
The other competitors downed tools, satisfied with their efforts, while Xavier dropped to his knees and started work again.
“Motherfucker!” I couldn’t contain the bellow of frustration. He was painting something on her ass and as she laughed and wriggled, I wanted to kill him. Her giggling meant he’d found that sweet, ticklish spot where her thighs met the globes of her fine ass.
“Competition over! Down your paint tools, although some of your tools aren’t going down any time soon, boys!” Lila shouted and the crowd roared.
Xavier-cunting-Burrows was left on his knees behind Carly, admiring his handiwork and clearly more than happy with his current position of worship.
Lila joined them on the stage and in turn, the crowd clapped and cheered for their chosen winner.
“Now what do we have here?” she said, and like everyone else, I was desperate to see what he’d done. It was all I could do to stay contained in my hidey-hole.
“Well, guys, it seems our final couple have been extra adventurous. We have the slut referee in stars and stripes, but there’s more. Who wants to see just how much more?”
The bustling bodies jumped wildly and Carly looked almost embarrassed at the attention, while Xavier-cunting-Burrows seemed pleased with his efforts.
“Over to you,” Lila said, indicating Carly should give the crowd what they wanted and turn around.
Slowly she spun round, letting her hair cascade down, and placed her hands on her hips.
She bent forward. Bent. Forward.
The bar exploded.
And so did my head.
On Carly’s perfectly formed ass were two baseballs, one on each cheek, emphasizing just how delicious it was.
“Winner!” Lila declared, and before I could follow through and slay that bastard who’d put his hands on her, I left.
I stormed out of there, knowing that this would be the last time any other man put his hands on what was mine.