Chapter 4
Blade
Opening the door to the bar, I walk in and am gifted with the sight of Alessia’s tight ass. It’s the kind of ass you spank red, then bite the juicy, salty skin. My hand twitches about the time my dick jerks to attention. Alessia is on top of a step stool that puts her fine ass at eye level. She can’t find the step below, tapping her foot around trying to find it. She sways a bit, then gives out a startled yelp of “Shit.”
“What the fuck are you doing?” I yell only to startle her more, which makes her fall backwards quicker. I run to catch her, and, before you know it, my hands are full of that fine ass. Fuck, it’s nice and tight. I bet she works out. A lot. Probably does those prissy ass yoga exercises.
“Uhm, you can let go of my ass now,” I hear her low cranky voice coming from above. She’s pissed off that my hands are full of her ass. I give it a tight squeeze and smile up at her very annoyed eyes. That ass will be the star of my dirty as fuck fantasies now. What else could a man do?
She looks surprised by my ass grab, but I can’t make myself to give a fuck. Be mad, baby, I tell her in my head. I move my hands to her waist and pick her up and off the stool, then set her down in her cute white Converse sneakers. Now I’m staring at her Guns N’ Roses see through t-shirt, and I can totally see the tops of her handful sized tits up this close. Would she be mad if I squeezed those too?
“Up here, asshole.” She takes her dark red nails and trails a line from her tits to her eyes, pointing at them with two fingers. What the fuck? My dick is hard. I can’t think past the pulsing heartbeat in my throat.
She pulls deep breaths in and out to calm her racing heart, but it only makes my eyes look at her nipples that graze my chest as she steps past me. Her breath hitches when our eyes meet, and I can feel the familiar spark of lust blazing through me.
We’ll be neighbors soon, so why not enjoy myself? Unless, “You married?”
She looks at me startled. “What?” She is looking as confused as I feel right now.
“A man. You got one?” I can’t really tell if she is wearing a wedding ring or not. She has so many rings on. She’s blinking up at me rapidly, but I don’t move. I can’t move. Alessia captures all my attention when she’s around, it seems.
“What are you doing in here anyway?” she huffs, all annoyed and rolling her eyes at me. “And hell, no! I don’t have or need a full-time man.”
“Good, babe.” I take a breath and tell her, “It wouldn’t matter anyway, because I would get rid of him.” She is at a loss for words, I can tell, and I love that too.
Alessia finally snaps out of it. “Well, what are you here for?” she scrunches her eyes in question.
That is such a loaded question. I need her naked, with that tight ass and pussy in my face. God, I need to get laid. Alessia may be too much trouble no matter how much I love the chase with her. I tell myself to reel this in and get back to business.
“I need to sit down with you, and hammer out the details of our deal,” I reluctantly tell her, moving back a few steps out of her space. She stares at me some more with her hands on her hips, like she’s ready for battle. The small t-shirt she’s got on is stretched to the max by her tits that are being pushed forward. Fuck, I need to find a good lay. I get my thoughts back together long enough to say, “I brought the paperwork for a business license, also came up with an offer to buy the property from you. When can we sit down and go over it?”
Vegas
In the corner of my eye, I see Dana stepping forward, all smiles. I know that since he came prepared, it impresses her. I go ahead and introduce them. “This is Dana Maraschino, my manager. Anything that needs to be said or discussed about this, she’ll be there. You can give those to her, thank you.”
Hearing a low chuckle at the end of the bar, I turn my head to see who it is. When did Axl and Tank get here? Axl has an infectious humorous tone to his next question. “Dana Maraschino. As in the cherry, Maraschino Cherries?” He breaks out into a loud laugh. Dana is pissed, glaring at his face, but stays quiet.
Cherry Pie sounds through the speakers again with Tank, Axl and Jenn full on laughing at Dana. Axl sings along pointing at Dana, “She’s my cherry pie, cool drink of water, such a sweet surprise, tastes so good, makes a grown man cry...” He’s now playing the air guitar and moving, dancing and thrusting his hips as he moves closer to her. “Puts a smile on your face ten miles wide…”
Dana turns on her heel, snatches the papers from Blade and storms off, elbowing Axl in the ribs on her way to the back room, and slams the door shut. HARD.
Out of breath, Axl heaves, “Oh fuck, I’m in love.” He grabs his heart with his hand, still trying to catch his breath. I can’t help but throw my head back and laugh, and I really feel the laughter healing a tiny crack in my still cold and fractured heart.
I say to Axl, “Any chance you had, my man, you just blew with that pelvis thrusting show. You have no idea what you just did. I will admit though, completely entertaining, but good luck getting her to give you any cherry pie,” I laugh out breathlessly.
He smiles back, “Nah, my charm is hard to resist. She’ll come around and she won’t be able to quit this.” He zigs zags his finger up and down his body, thrusting his pelvis at us one more time.
“Down, playboy,” Jenn says, cracking up while walking towards us. “I’m Jenn, ya’ll are looking to set up next door?” Tank steps up to the group, now more interested. Looking Jenn over, he says, “You looking to get something done? I can hook you up,” he winks at her.
Jesus, this is getting out of hand. Blade pulls us all back on point here, barking over in Tank and Axl’s direction, “What I was talking with Alessia about was, when would it be a good time for us all to go over the contracts?”
Feeling more relaxed, I turn to look into his brown eyes. Jenn responds while still focused on Tank. “We close on Wednesday nights, except we hangout here and pump some dirty songs. We relax and get pretty toasty, and BBQ. You can come hang with us tomorrow night, talk business, then we can all get to know each other better?”
I’m very pissed that Jenn just gave up our own girls’ night to this meeting-and-get-to-know-each-other crap. I know what she’s up to. “Sure,” I respond trying not to give away that I’m too annoyed with her. “That will give us enough time to read the contracts, and Johnny to review the contracts also.”
“Johnny?” Blade inquires.
“Oh, that’s our lawyer,” I tell him.
“And her ex, so he’ll drop whatever he’s doing to help Alessia,” Jenn so freaking helpfully adds on. Blade has a pissed off look on his face. For what, I don’t know, maybe he’s hungry?
He says clipped, “We’ll be here tomorrow at six, unless…?”
“No, six would be fine, perfect even,” chipper Jenn responds. She is really not being my cool DJ Jenn right now.
Blade sticks his hand out and shakes mine very tenderly as he rubs his thumb over my knuckles. “I’ll look forward to seeing you tomorrow, Alessia.” He looks into my eyes, down to my lips and back up. All three of them leave, and not fast enough, because me and Jenn are going to have our own meeting.
“Jenn, fucking seriously?” I’m frustrated and feeling exposed from seeing Blade, and I don’t know why. So I tell her angrier than I feel, “Why did you invite them to dinner and drinks? What if we all, and when I say all, I mean me and Dana, don’t want to get to know these guys?” Dana is coming out of the storage room to jump in on this conversation too, now that Axl is gone.
Jenn stands a little straighter. “You know what?”, she yells back at me, “Someone needs to get you out of your emotionless, romance-less world. Who gives two shits about what happened with Derrick? That prickless wonder hasn’t been bugging you and you’ve had two years to move on!” Jenn’s voice gets a softer, sincerer tone. “By not living in these moments and chancing to trust with another man, you are letting him win. Who really loses here, Vegas? You. Please not you! Fight your fears and pride to trust again. Please.”
Dana stands between us, her hand on each of our shoulders. She looks right in Jenn’s face and says, “Payback’s a bitch, Jenn. When you’re not expecting it, I will pay you back for all of that,” she says seriously with a straight face.
We fall into a fit of laughter as James walks in. “What’s so funny, ladies?”, which only makes us laugh harder. “What? Seriously?” He walks away more frustrated, mumbling, “Crazy ass chicks.” I look Jenn right in the eyes and she blinks and nods in understanding. I’ll try if you do.