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Chapter 3

This place looked like the typical dive bar you would find on any corner in any shitty town. It had dark wood paneling on the walls, more cheesy neon signs hanging over the bar, and the décor was straight out of the Salvation Army's fall catalog.

There were about 20 patrons in the bar, who I assumed were regulars. They were easily classified into five groups: junkies, hookers, skin heads, gang members, and people who talk to themselves. And since the group who talked to themselves seemed to be having the most fun, I decided that I wanted to join their group.

I smiled at all the men who were staring at me while I followed Edward over to the bar. I guess a part of me should have felt dirty for being eye fucked by a bunch of scum, but I kinda liked it. The idea of being the wet dream for these men tonight gave me some type of satisfaction which in return made me swivel my hips just a little bit more than normal while walking.

"What would you like to drink," Edward asked while placing his hand on my lower back and pushing me closer to his chest. I made a mental note that not only did Edward find the need to protect me from the cat-calls, he also seemed to be slightly jealous. This could definitely be used to my advantage later.

"Ummm…. Whatever you're having is fine."

As Edward ordered our drinks from the straight-out-of-prison bartender, I made my way over to the back of the room where there was a juke box calling my name. I started to push the button to scroll through their play selection; it consisted mostly of the typical bar songs like I got friends in low places, Sweet Home Alabama, Margaritaville, and I love rock and roll. Nonetheless there were a few songs that seemed to be perfect for livening up the joint.

"Here you go," Edward said placing a draft beer down on a table near the juke box. "Whatcha gonna play?" he raised an eyebrow.

"Hmmm… wouldn't you like to know?" I couldn't help but giggle. I was having an internal debate on whether I should go subtle or if I should just lay it all out there and let it be known that I wanted to do the horizontal tango with my possible future roommate. I kept looking back between him and the juke box until I noticed him licking his lips. Yup, the long luscious tongue reached out of his mouth and slowly moved from one side of his upper lip to the other in what looked to me as a welcoming sign. I decided at that moment that subtlety has never been my strong point. I put a quarter into the ancient machine, made my selection and took a sip from the draft beer that was sitting on the table in front of me.

"What is this crap?" I asked while spitting it out on the floor next to another puddle which I could only cross my fingers wasn't piss.

"Red Dog, it's kind of the beer of choice in this place."

"That is the nastiest shit I've ever tried. How can you drink that crap without getting sick?" I kept trying to wipe the taste out of my mouth with my arm but it wasn't working.

He started his laughing, again. I wish I could have reached over and smacked him but my stomach started making noise and I was afraid that any fast movement would result in some upchucking.

"Sorry Bella, is there something else you would prefer?"

"Ummm… I would like some sex on Mission Beach?"

"What? You mean you would like a sex on the beach"

"Yeah, isn't that what I said?" I smirked. He knew that I slipped on purpose but was trying to play dumb. Hmmm. I love the word dumb, it rhymes with…

It's been a while since I've seen your face.

Gotta say I'm happy to see you come around my place.

Not, I think we've talked about it,

And I think I know whats coming up next.

Let's put our minds away,

And let our hormones do the rest.

"Is this the song you picked?" I could tell he didn't know the song which made me internally giggle. I was so excited to see his face when the chorus started that I could feel my legs start to shake up and down.

So don't be afraid when my pants start to leak

Yup, like their doing right now.

You know damn well I'm in my sexual peak

Well…

Why don't you have some dirty hot sex with me?

At this point it was my turn to lift up an eyebrow and let him decide what it means. Instead of doing an internal giggle like I did earlier, he spit his drink out! I don't know if that was a good sign or not, but seeing as though he hasn't ran, I'm going with it being a good thing.

It ain't like I'm asking you to give it up for free.

We can start it right now

Please, let's start it right now.

Baby get on your knees.

Or, I can get on mine, which ever works best for you.

Don't make me beg again.

Unless, you're into that sort of thing and want me to, then we can work something out.

I could tell that he was uncomfortable with the situation. He kept wiggling in his chair, which either meant he was debating on running out the door, or his third leg was making an entrance. But, before I could think about his third leg anymore, the jerk decided to make small talk.

"So Bella, tell me a little bit about yourself." His hand reached down below the table in an effort to adjust his third leg.

"A little bit about me? Okay, I'm from Seattle, Washington home of Nirvana and Starbucks; although, I've never liked either one. I have a small addiction to Twix candy bars and I'm a virgin. Is that enough information for you?" I had to throw in the virgin part, he looked so edible and all I wanted to do was jump over the table and see if he was willing to pop my cherry.

He let out an adorable laugh. "I'm going to ignore the virgin portion, because I find that hard to believe. Anyway, what do you like about Twix candy bars? I've never really enjoyed them."

"What do you mean you find it hard to believe? Do I look like some type of tramp or a CD, like the girls you were throwing yourself all over earlier this evening?" How dare he not believe that I was a virgin. Fuck him. Now I'm not going to share with him what part of my body still needs to be… violated.

"I never called you a tramp. You're just so beautiful and I assumed that men throw themselves at you all day long. I'm sure someone like you, with a huge following, eventually finds it hard to say no. You know?" He smiled, thinking that I actually bought his shit. "Oh, and, what the hell is a CD?"

"First off, I'm not going to eat that shit you just tried to spoon feed me. Second, Twix is the best candy bar around because you get two for one, not to mention once you bite off the top chocolate and caramel you're still left with the rock hard cookie, which is my favorite part. And third, a CD is a device used to store music on. They replaced cassette tapes and are now looking to be replaced by Mp3's."

"You're a tease. You buy a candy bar with two bars in it so that when your 'friend' is done with their snickers, you still have another one to eat. And, I bet you don't share. Oh, and I know what a CD is but why would you call my friends one?"

"I would tell you Edward, but you know me, I'm a tease."

His grin turned into a look of frustration. It made me grin in return. The idea that I was getting under his skin, sexually or not, was a major turn on.

"So Edward, tell me a little bit about you." I looked at him from under my eyelashes as I spoke; I've used this trick many times before and it has never let me down. Tonight was no different.

He grit his teeth, obviously deciding if he even wanted to answer my question. Then reluctantly he responded, "I was raised here in the San Diego area, I have two siblings who you already met, I have no animals because I can hardly take care of myself, and I'm a defense attorney. However, don't call me when you get some DUI or in trouble for selling yourself on the streets, I deal with more 'high profile' cases." He winked.

"Okay, well, I'm glad you enjoy insulting me. First, you call me a liar and doubt my sincerity when I tell you I'm a virgin. Then you call me a tease, a drunk, and a prostitute? Well, for the record, if I'm hooking it on the streets I guess the whole tease thing just got thrown out the window?"

"No, I bet you're a tease to the guys you like and a full on dirty, take charge whore to the ones who pay you."

"Well, sounds like our professions are pretty similar to each other. We both sell our souls to the highest paying piece of shit out there."

"Touché Bella, Touché."

Neither one of us had anything further to say. Our eyes met and for the first time, I didn't just look at him as some super hot piece of ass that I wanted to tap at least 100 times this evening alone, he seemed like someone I could really get comfortable with. Now, I'm not throwing around the whole 'L' word because I don't believe in that shit. All that crap about one perfect person out there for you is a bunch of shit that Disney made up in order to sell a few movies. Yet, I could see him being more than just a one night stand. Hmmm…. maybe.

"Well, well… don't you two look adorable?" I knew that voice anywhere. As I looked up to confirm my suspicion I saw Alice walking towards our table and Emmett standing at the bar ordering some drinks.

"Hi Alice, I've missed you." If only she knew.

"Thanks Bella, I've missed you too." She walked over to my chair and threw her tiny arm around my neck embracing me in a semi-hug. I took in a deep breath and tried to just enjoy the closeness of her breasts to mine. "So Edward," Alice asked, "Are you ready to get your assed kicked at pool?"

"Actually sis, Bella and I already made a little bet. So I'm going to have to give you a rain check. But don't worry, next time we come back, I will be more than happy to hand you your ass on a plate." He stood up, walked over to Alice and grabbed a huge chunk of her ass. And although it probably should be a little weird watching two siblings be so sexual with each other, I fully enjoyed it.

"What's this about a bet?" Emmett asked while walking up holding two beers and four shots.

"Bella is going to be doing my dirty laundry if I win, and if she wins then I will be washing her car." As Edward was explaining the bet to his brother and sister, I was picturing that commercial with Paris Hilton on top of the car, washing it with that black leather one-piece bathing suit covered in soapsuds while eating a hamburger. Except on Paris's body I'm picturing Edward's head, and it looks damn good. I zoned out the rest of their conversation and started to think about where I could purchase a black one piece and stripper heels that would fit Edward.

"Bella," Emmett nudged me and handed me my shot, "you need to join us for our toast before you start your game." We all lifted our shot glasses, filled with what smelt like some low budget tequila, and Emmett said the toast, "Bella, may you never go to hell, but always be on your way…. Like the rest of us!" My gay football player was a poet. I'm in love.

Edward allowed me to break, mumbling something about women first. He didn't expect me to sink four balls, allowing me to pick stripes. I sank a few more before I fouled by scratching the cue ball. I looked over at Edward and he had a smug grin on his face. I hate him! He has this way of turning me on, even when he's totally being a fucking jerk. I crossed my fingers and prayed that he would follow suit and scratch. Of course he didn't and instead sunk two balls before setting the table up so that I had absolutely no shot when it became my turn.

We played in silence, focusing on our game and the lingering bet. Eventually Emmett and Alice got bored watching and walked over to some of the regulars and began swapping war stories. A few times I heard Emmett telling one of the drunks about his experiences during the Vietnam War, which cracked me up seeing as though I'm sure he wasn't even born then. The stories that Emmett was spewing started to get more elaborate and over the top with every drink he took. I was more focused on his bullshit than on the game when it happened. As I walked passed Edward to try and line up my shot, my hand accidently swept the back of his pants. Yup, I touched his ass! I didn't get to feel it for that long, but what I did feel would have turned the straightest man gay.

He immediately flinched and threw me a look of confusion. I knew that I had a choice, either admit it was an accident or explain to him that if I intentionally did it then I would have shoved both my hands down his pants and pretended to make bread. But, this felt like an opening -ha ha ha- to start up some major flirting. So I arched my eyebrow and licked my lips. He in return flashed me his Oscar winning grin, and I knew that it was on like Donkey Kong.

Slowly our flirting started to progress, at first it was just an occasional ass grab or a quick feel of my breasts while he passed me during the game. I in return would walk up and gently rub his inner thigh or sweep my hand quickly under his shirt to feel his abs. Yes, his abs. Those wonderful, God created wash board things he was trying to smuggle in his shirt. I fully planned to use them if I lost the bet and was forced to clean his laundry. Yum. Him naked in a bathtub filled of laundry soap, while I took his dirty boxer briefs and slowly rubbed them up and down his six pack. If there was a stain that needed some extra scrubbing I could use his-

"Bella, wake up, it's your turn." Fuck him for ruining my dreams.

I tried to concentrate on the game but Edward decided to get scandalous. I bent over to tap the 11 ball into the corner pocket when I felt his hand reach from behind me, in between my legs, and make itself extremely comfortable there. FUCK! I already had the Pacific fucking Ocean in my pants and now he's applying pressure and rubbing my clit through my pants. His hand lingered there a little longer then I expected, and after I missed my shot -dickhead- I turned around to look at him. He smiled, brought his fingers up to his nose and he smelt it. YUP! He fucking smelt me on his fingers, as I just stared at him with my mouth hanging open not knowing what to say or do.

I knew that it was my turn to pay him back. I imagined shoving him down on the table and riding him like a bull, while using the white trash Budweiser chandelier that was hanging over us for balance. I didn't care about the audience or anything; I just wanted to see how long he could last. As he passed behind me to line up his next shot, he whispered, "You sure don't smell like a virgin."

FUCK!

It was time. As he bent down and leaned into the table, I pressed my hips into his back, putting one hand on his pool stick, acting as if I were teaching him how to hold it correctly, with my other hand I slipped it down the front of his pants grabbing the base of his other stick and with a firm grasp, I slowly made my way up, taking my time to enjoy the feel of his body tense up with excitement. When I reached the tip, I circled my finger in the wetness of his pre-cum and pulled my finger slowly up his body, pulling my hand out of his pants. I brought my finger that was dripping in his cum to my lips and rubbed it on like lip gloss. Lil' Mama would be so proud.

He let out a soft moan and I pushed up closer to him reaching my lips to his ear and whispered, "My lips are pretty chapped… I'm going to need a lot more lip gloss." His knees bent and he lost his footing, stumbling over and almost falling to the ground before regaining his balance by holding on to the pool table. I love bringing men to their knees.

I knew that he was going to feel the need to one up me again, and I didn't know if I could handle much more before I lost all sense of self-control. So, I decided that it was time for some more liquid courage. I walked over to the bartender, ordered four shots, and brought them back to the table near the juke box. I waved the group over and explained to them that we needed one last shot since we were almost done with the game and I was about to win the bet. They all agreed and raised their glasses.

"Bella, I think it's your turn to do the honors." Emmett tipped his glass towards me in encouragement.

"Fine, Here's to the hookers and CD's from this evening, may their Christmas stockings be filled with lots of Valtrex."

The laughter exploded as they all chugged their shots. "Bella, that was delicious, what kind of shot was that?" My little pixie asked.

"It was a redheaded slut, in honor of fire crotch." The laughter exploded even loader and I could hear Edward choking a little on his drink.

"And what's a CD?"

How could I resist Alice and all of her charm, I smiled at her then brought my eyes over to Edward who looked like he wouldn't be able to handle much more. He was obviously starting to feel a major case of blue balls and after telling him about the shot I think some of it came out his nose. But like I said, I enjoy bringing men to their knees. I winked at him and decided to answer, "Cum Dumpsters."

We drove home in silence, he was still pretty pissed that I won the bet. I was comfortable with the silence, though, I was still feeling the sexual sparks and the idea of pulling down his pants right now kept crossing my mind. A small, tiny, itsy bitsy part of me knew that it wasn't a good idea to be flirting so much with my soon-to-be roommate, but I couldn't stop myself. We've already made it to second base and I could hear the coach waving me home.

Before I could make my move we pulled up in front of my cousin's house. Fuck me! I've been so busy dreaming that I forgot about ditching my disease infested cousin and her friends at the bar. Shit. I started to think of excuses in my head. I lost my phone, I went into a public bathroom with holes in the wall and got a little preoccupied once I stuck my hand in it, or maybe I can just say that I ran into Rob and Johnny and told them about my fantasy in which they both agreed that it sounded like fun so we left to find a hotel room or at least a clean looking back alley. Fuck I was screwed.

Edward parked his car, quickly got out, and opened up the passenger door. He held out his hand and helped me up. Damn, if he didn't already finger fuck me through my jeans tonight I would have almost bought that he was a gentleman.

"Well, Bella, it was a pleasure to meet you." He kissed my hand before releasing it. Damn Rico Suave mother fucker.

"Thanks Edward, I had a lot of fun."

He reached into his back pocket and grabbed a business card out of his wallet. "Here is my card, give me a call in the morning and we will set up a time for you to check out the condo and sign the lease. Don't worry about the security deposit or the first months rent, it's on the house."

What, seriously? Before I could speak he kissed me on my cheek and told me goodnight. I stood there and watched him get back into his car and drive away. My body ached when I could no longer see his car. I wanted nothing more than to run after him and beg him to stay. But, I wasn't that type of chick. I didn't beg anyone… Ever!

As I walked to the front door of my cousin's apartment, staring down at his business card, an amazing plan formed in my head. It involved doing a little shopping, buying a black one piece bathing suit, and making him pay up on his bet. Ha ha ha. He will learn pretty quickly that I am one sick, perverted, unfiltered, whore who has a very twisted sense of humor!

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