Chapter 1: I'm smiling…

She wanted to reach out and slap the shit out of the lanky boy who was eyeing her ass like there was no tomorrow. She sighed, long and hard trying to get rid of the bristling anger she felt brewing inside. A lot of that to go around these days, she thought; her forehead scrunching in a frown. Said anger was beginning to make its presence known again as the thought of being angry angered her more.

So you're angry because you're angry A voice echoed in her head.

'I know I'm confusing even me' she agreed with the voice and then shook her head 'Whoa, did I just talk to myself?'

'You know you did, sweetheart; no use denying it either' the voice offered helpfully.

'Whatever, you need to shut up. Not a word' she bristled.

'But...'

'I said not a word, if as much as I hear an I, I'll put you in a world of eternal pain'

'I…'

'What the hell did I just say'

'You're no fun' the voice whined.

In less than five minutes, she shook her head not once but twice and fortunately she didn't draw any unneeded attention. Attention was last thing she needed right now, considering the state of the world. In 2020, attention meant serious trouble and she was trying to stay away from it, trying being the key word here. From a young age she was a magnet for trouble, whether accidental or on purpose she drew them like the flames draws moths.

She sighed as she neared the club, finally finding something to look forward to. Even though it was located in the bad parts of the town, it managed to draw quite the crowd; the same crowd that occupied all the space in the two-story building.

"Hey Phil, What's happening man?" she teased, her red painted lips curving in her trademark smirk.

Phil, a Six foot man turned toward her voice, his stony face breaking into a grin as he caught sight of her. However that grin turned into loud laugh as all men standing in line turned their heads instantly when they heard her voice.

She knew she looked good. Who was she kidding she looked down right gorgeous, but that was a given considering who she was. Her black leather rode low on her waist, hugging her hips lovingly; exposing the tattoo on the small of her back. Her hand reached and messed with her curly dark locks that reached the top of her shoulder and trailed it down her neck down her thin-strapped white cotton blouse. Her hand grabbed the collar of her leather jacket and raised it to cover her neck.

Phil was motioning for her to enter already, and she walked putting an extra sway to her hips, teasing and taunting them with what they couldn't have. They can look but never ever touch.

Her eyes scanned the crowd as soon she set foot in the building, taking in the entire scene around her. She inhaled and smiled the smell of alcohol and smoke making her day.

She made her way to the bar, pushing through several people. She could tell that Martin, the bartender was having a hard time juggling orders from customers. He caught her eye, and she rolled them as she fell for his pleading puppy-eyed stare begging her to help him.

She slipped her jacket off and joined him behind the counter, sending death glares in his direction.

"I'd like to have my drink this century, man" someone yelled.

"Could you be any slower?" another joined him.

She sighed "Let's do this bitch"

Three hours latter:

She took a sip from her whisky, eyes fixed on the dance floor. Bodies were withering, grinding against each other, moving to the beat of the song. On her perch from the second floor, she had a whole view on the first floor.

"What a pretty little thing like you doing alone?" a smooth voice whispered from behind her.

She turned, her eyes flashing in irritation at being interrupted in her alone time. When she gave no indication that she would answer, he moved to stand next to her; looking at the dance floor like she had been doing.

"Saw you at the bar, been working here long?" he asked as he turned to face her and she finally saw him.

He was hot with a capital H. Literally the man was just good enough to eat. Dark hair led down to a dazzling set of eyes, dark brown that was lit with mischief and mystery. A straight nose, not too big and not too small either just the perfect size, her eyes continued down to reach his lips that were turning into a sensual smirk. His black t-shirt stretched across his chest and it looked more like a second skin rather than clothes.

"You new in town?" she asked with a smooth voice, trying hard to suppress the urge to jump the guy and fuck his brain out.

"And why you ask?" he voice was like silk, as he tried to restrain himself from taking her against the nearest wall.

"Haven't seen you here before is all" God... he's perfect.

"Just passing through." He was vague in his answer.

"I suppose can I buy you a drink has been said a thousand times to you tonight?" he joked.

"I'll tell you what, surprisingly, hasn't been said yet to me tonight and I will say to you. Wanna Fuck?"

He was surprised, it took him a moment to comprehend what she had said but he quickly gave her a devilish grin and leaned into her, "Nothing I would rather do."

Two minutes latter:

The driver acknowledged the request and took off; she sat up on her knees then crossed them over this dark brown-haired masterpiece of a man, straddling him. She touched his chest, "You're gorgeous." She kissed him deeply, savoring his flavor, enjoying the fullness of his lips, the texture of his tongue. He cupped her head, taking pleasure in her kisses and responding with his own demanding insistence. He smiled then pressed her into a consuming kiss, robbing her of breath temporarily. When he pulled back he asked, "What is your name?"

She kissed his face, his eyes, "Now why do we have to go there? Let's just enjoy this now."

"I want to know the name I intend to shout out in the throes of pure ecstasy. Now what is it?" he asked resolutely.

"Lisa" she rasped out between kisses, between tactile explorations of his body.

"Biggs" he moaned as he moved away from her mouth and suckled on the pulse point of her neck.

"Any reason why this particular name? You're not like the huge bouncy guy who named himself Tiny" her breath hitched as he continued to feast on her neck.

"Baby, nothing about me is tiny" he assured her as a warm liquid heat traveled through her veins at his words.