A sharp gasp escaped my lips as she slammed me against the wall. Her hands traveled all over my body, not missing a single inch. Her lips engulfed mine in a passionate, lustful, hungry, sexy kiss. It was overwhelming yet arousing all at once.
"I...thought you- oooh...said you- mm...weren't...attracted to- oh god...to...me," I managed to get out through kisses.
"I'm not," she replied as she cupped my ass. I wrapped my leg around her waist, and moaned as she left a trail of sloppy, wet kisses on my chest, neck, and breasts.
"Then...why...are you- oh my god...doing...this?"
"Because I'm the Boss and I do what I want. Or who I want."
"So much for being an honest woman." She quickly pulled away and I regretted the words as I lost contact.
"Do you want to stop?"
"No," I replied without skipping a beat.
"Are you sure? We don't have to-"
"No, no," I said, grabbing her face in my hands. "I want to." I had barely gotten the words out before her lips were back on mine. She licked my bottom lip and I parted them, her tongue darting in and swirling with mine. I was suddenly overwhelmed with a burst of confidence, and turned around, no spinning her against the wall.
"You like to be in control, hm?" I asked, my hands on the collar of her shirt. "Have you ever been taken control of?"
"With my husband, yes. But never with a woman. I've never been with a woman. Ever."
"Me neither." I smashed my lips onto hers, and she moaned into my mouth as I pressed my body fully against hers.
"How long have you and your husband been married?" I quickly pulled away, and looked into her eyes. Half of her face was covered by the mask, and her chocolate orbs were the only thing I could see of the half top. It was sort of difficult to kiss with masks on, but we managed.
"3 years."
"Mm. Me and my husband have been married for 5."
"What's his name?"
"Casey. Yours?"
"Garrett." Our responses were quick and breathless. "You done chit-chatting?" The only response I got was a nod. I hungrily kissed her, and reached for the hem of her denim jeans, and almost instantly pulled away. "What's this?" I asked as I unfolded the paper. "Vixen?"
"Oh, uh...that's just the female bartender."
"So you got some bimbos number, yet you're in here with me?" I scoffed. "Unbelievable."
"I- I wasn't going to use it. I forgot it was even there. I'm not even...I'm not interested in girls."
"Neither am I."
"Then why are you here?" she scoffed.
"I could ask you the same question." I felt tears well up in my eyes and collapsed into the chair in one of the back rooms of the club. I started sobbing, and the girl bent down to be eye level with me. She put her hand on my bare thigh, and gently caressed it with her thumb.
"Are you okay?" she quietly asked.
"No," I sobbed.
"What's wrong?"
"I don't even know why I'm here! I don't like girls, I- I don't know why I'm here or why I even thought to come here. A friend told me about this place and I thought I would try it out. I mean, I've never kissed a girl...I always just danced or flirted with them. It was innocent. But now, with you here, I..."
"We don't have to do this."
"I want to, I do, but that's...that's what scares me. I do want to do it. So bad. And I don't even know what 'it' is."
"There has to be another reason you came here..."
"I- I'm not happy in my marriage. I mean...I don't love him. I don't think I ever really did," I sniffled. "Well, once upon a time I did. We were sort of serious in high school, and my parents really, really liked him. I suppose I thought I was expected to marry him."
"Well...I don't know what to say."
"Me either." I quickly wiped my tears away, and stood up as I straightened out my dress. "I, uh...I've got to go. My husband will be wondering where I am."
"Okay," she whispered. She gave me a quick, sweet peck on the lips, and I smiled. She wiped away some tears that had gone below my mask and onto my cheek. "I'll see you Monday?" I nodded, and she sweetly smiled as she put her hand on the small of my back and guided me out of the room. All the girls' eyes turned to us, and we ignored them as we walked towards the exit. The Boss grabbed the piece of paper with Vixen's number on it, and threw it on the bar. It was almost immediately soaked with condensation left on the bar from a glass, and Vixen looked expectantly at the Boss.
"I don't need that. I have the Queen." We started towards the door, and a girl yelled from behind us.
"No one gets the Queen! She gets them. She's never kissed another woman as long as she's been here."
"That's changed," I said. I quickly pulled the Boss down into a kiss, and she gasped. Everyone stared at us in awe, and I smirked as we walked out, leaving everyone dumbfounded. As we left I heard someone say,
"I can't believe it. This chick hasn't even been here a day and she's already got the Queen."
The Boss called a taxi for me, and gave me a quick kiss goodbye.
"I'll see you Monday," she smiled.
"See you Monday," I repeated. I got in the taxi, and smiled as she shut the door for me.
This scared me. I'd never felt this way towards any woman. I couldn't keep my eyes off of her. The way she smelled...the way she kissed...the way she felt...the way she tasted. I couldn't get enough of her. She was like a drug. I hadn't even seen her whole face and I already wanted to know everything about her.
I wanted to know her real name. I wanted to know how old she was. I wanted to know what she liked, what she didn't like. I wanted to know everything.
I got my keys out of my purse and unlocked my front door.
"Maura? Is that you?" I shrugged my jacket off and hung it on the coat rack as my husband walked into the entrance. "Maura, where have you been? I've been worried."
"I-I was out...drinking."
"Are you...drunk?"
"No. But I've had enough to rip my inhibitions away." He looked at me, concern in his eyes, his hands on my shoulders.
"Did you do anything stupid?"
"Garrett, don't be silly," I said nervously as I walked around him. "Of course not."
"You can't get mad at me for worrying, babe." I shuddered. I hate pet names. To me, they just seem disrespectful.
"I'm not mad, Garrett."
"Okay, well...have you eaten? I had Kate put up the food already, but I can ask her to get it out if you're hungry." Kate is our maid. She's about 24, blonde, and a total catch, if you ask me.
"N-no, I...I ate already," I smiled. "Thank you though."
"Alright," he smiled back. "Well do you...wanna try?"
"Try?"
"You know...kids?"
"Oh. Right...kids." I sighed as I plopped down on the couch. "I'm tired, can we not?"
"Babe," oh god. There it was again, "You know why try every Friday."
"I know, but I'm tired."
"Babe, please."
"Garrett-" I was cut off by his lips smashing onto mine, and I gave in. I didn't want to seem suspicious. If I didn't kiss my husband back, that would definitely be suspicious.
The whole time we were...together, I was thinking of the girl from the bar. I couldn't stop thinking about her. Her hair, her lips, her smile, her teeth, her hands. Her deep, sexy, raspy voice. Her.
As soon as I heard Garrett snoring, I slipped out of bed and put my robe on. I walked into the bathroom and turned the water on. While it was filling up, I poured myself a glass of wine, lit some candles, and poured in some bubbles. I pulled my hair up into a messy bun, and slipped into the tub. I closed my eyes in pure ecstasy as the warm water engulfed my body. I felt so...dirty. This isn't right.
A woman shouldn't feel dirty after making love to her husband. Actually, he was doing all the work, but...anyways. A woman should feel happy...sex is an indication of a good, healthy relationship. Either that or a bad one — that is if you do it every day.
But I felt so nasty...so dirty. I couldn't help my mind from wandering back to the girl from the club. I remembered how she cupped my ass with her rough, demanding hands. I remembered how it felt to have my body pressed against hers. Her deep, sexy voice in my ear. Her wet lips on my neck. Her taste.
There was an unusual throbbing in between my legs, and I was struck with a realization.
This can't be happening. This hasn't even happened when I think about my husband, let alone a straight, married woman I met a bar, that I know nothing about. I have to do something about this, I...
And then I decided to do something I've never, ever done. Not for anyone. Not while thinking of anyone. Never. I haven't even ever thought of doing it. But since the Boss isn't here to pleasure me, I have to do it myself.
I slipped my hand under the water, and closed my eyes as I threw my head back in pure bliss.
So? Thoughts?
