Pleasure Principle
Malcolm stepped in the mostly crowded bar and looked around. He had two things on his mind: getting drunk and getting laid. It didn't matter the order. He waited patiently for a guy to pick up his drinks before he stepped up to the bar and ordered a Heineken. "I got you, big fella," the bartender said. A few seconds later, a capless beer was sliding toward him.
"Thank you," Malcolm replied. In his hand was the first step to getting wasted. He sat on the last empty barstool and surveyed the club. On the dancefloor were dozens of women who could possibly satisfy him.
"Bartender," someone said to the left of him. They had the sweetest voice he'd ever heard. Malcolm turned to see a beautiful woman. Her frame was so short that she had to stand on her toes, to lean on the bar. Her ass was poked out perfectly and the dog in him wanted to slap it. Her blue dress was several inches above her knees exposing thick, strong thighs. His eyes moved upward and saw that her breasts were practically occupying themselves on a couple of coasters. He cleared his throat and she turned. "Was that for me?" She asked.
"No. But when I say, 'hi, my name is Malcolm, can I buy you a drink?' That is for you," he responded.
The woman smiled. "Hi, Malcolm. And, yes, you can buy me a drink. I'll have what you're having." In the dim lighting, he saw her wink at him. Damn, she was hot.
He gestured for the bartender to give him another Heineken. He handed the beer over, checking her finger for a ring. There was only a decorative one on her pointer. "Can I at least have your name?"
"My name is Bree." She took the drink and walked away, getting swallowed up by the crowd. A few minutes later, Malcolm was approached by a woman who asked him to dance.
"Sure," he said. As they moved together, he couldn't help but look over the heads of the clubgoers searching for Bree. The song changed several times and when they'd finished dancing, Malcolm walked with her to the bar. "Uh, what's your name?"
"Tracey."
"Nice name."
"Yours?"
"Malcolm." They shook hands. "Drink?" Tracey nodded. "Would you like a Heineken?
She shook her head wildly. "No, Cosmo for me, please."
Malcolm saw Bree dancing with a guy who had no rhythm and shook his head. That should be him. The bartender walked toward them. "Cosmo for her and another for me. Thanks."
After two more dances, thankfully, Tracey was swept away by her friends. Finished with his beer, Malcolm headed back to the bar, downing the last of his drink. A small buzz began forming. He bopped to the music. Seeing Bree again, this time with another guy, he strode over to her. "Excuse me. Can I have this dance?" He asked, ignoring the other man.
Bree looked shocked. "Uh, we're… in the middle..."
"We're dancing, bruh," the other man said. "Go find someone else." He puffed out his chest and Malcolm had half a mind to laugh.
Cursing, he moved between the two of them. "So, what do you say?"
"No, thanks," Bree told him and took the other guy by the hand, moving deeper into the eye of the club.
He shook his head and headed back to the bar. "Another Heineken?" The bartender asked him.
"It's my drink of choice for the night," Malcolm laughed. Taking the beer, he gave the man a nod and wandered off. A woman caught his eye and meandered over. The two of them danced semi-seductively. He had to move a couple of times because she seemed to want to set up shop in his pants.
"Mind if cut in?" A soft, but strong voice said. He looked over into the face of Bree. When the lights flashed, he saw a smirk on her lips. Those damn, kissable lips.
"I mind," the woman said fervently.
Bree kept her eyes focused on him. "And what do you say?" Malcolm smiled and started to respond. Soon the woman had his hand and was dragging him away. He gritted his teeth and out of obligation, danced with her to another song and a half, before smiling, thanking her and walking back to the bar. The bartender never let him down. A tap on his shoulder made him turn to his left. "Every time I come to the bar, here you are."
"Seems to me that," he leaned toward Bree whispering, "you may have a drinking problem." He watched her hold in a smile and licked his lips. "Nice trick you pulled back there."
"I learn from the best."
They laughed. "So, uh, Bree, how was your beer?"
"Good. Thank you. I think I need another."
"As do I." He cocked his head to the side and waited.
She put her hands on her hips. "Malcolm Whatever Your Last Name Is, I know you're not implying that I should buy you a drink."
Malcolm couldn't stop his eyes from taking in her figure; wide hips, beautiful breasts and even her shoulders were sexy. "I'm not implying it. You owe me."
"I don't owe you a damn thing." She grabbed her drink from the bartender. "Thank you," she told him with a smile. And with a glare at Malcolm she stormed away.
His heart fluttered a bit. Picking up his bottle, he ran after her. "I'm sorry," he said taking her hand in his. It was soft and warm.
"You should be."
He put her hand to his lips. "How about I make it up to you with a dance?"
Bree laughed a velvety laugh. "What kind of line is that?"
"Admit it, you want to dance with me," he grinned. Malcolm put his arm around her waist. "Admit it, Bree, you're intrigued by me."
Dropping her arms on her shoulder, she said: "Truth or dare?"
He thought for a second before looking into her eyes: "Dare."
"I dare you to kiss me."
Malcolm made a face and shook his head. "Even though you're fucking gorgeous and I want to..." She made circles on the back of his head, turning him on. "I don't kiss random women."
"Really?" He nodded as he turned her around. She pushed her body into his. "What about sex?"
"With you?"
She spun back around and grabbed the back of neck, pulling him down so her lips were against his ear. "Listen, I like you, Malcolm." He got brave and ran his hands along her body. When she didn't stop him, he squeezed her ass, making her gasp. "Let's get out of here."
"Who did you come with?" He asked responsibly.
"Such a boy scout. I came with a friend. They're busy. You?"
He moved his head side to side. "I came alone."
"You won't later on." There had to be an adjective for this gift of a woman that had fallen into his arms. Malcolm looked down at the tiny Bree. Her red lipstick unsmeared. He could fix that. Running a hand through her hair, he leaned in for a kiss. Bree's hand went to his chest. "I thought you didn't kiss random women."
Malcolm rolled his eyes. "Shut up and kiss me." The club was hot, but their kiss kicked up the temperature a few notches. Bree's tongue moved expertly in his mouth and he let out a groan. His mouth attacked her neck, making his way downward.
She laughed and hit the back of his head. "We're in the middle of a club."
"I don't care," he told her truthfully. They danced some more, almost forgetting their plans to leave. Her butt was pushed into his crotch and he hoped Bree wouldn't be offended by his hardon. With a few more sips, his buzz became tipsy. Phase one was complete. Good thing he'd taken an Uber here. "So?"
"So?" She asked with a smile. That damn smile.
"Are we getting out of here or what?" She slipped her fingers into his beltloops and pulled him as close as she could. Bree's hand landed on the front of his pants. He flinched. "Damn, woman."
She smiled and they kissed again. They'd both had Heineken, but she tasted so much sweeter. He wanted more. Bree took his hand and dragged him toward the bar. In his ear, she said: "Close your tab. I'm going to the restroom, meet me at the front."
Malcolm got his card and tipped the bartender. "Have a great night," the bartender said. "And thanks."
"Thank you," Malcolm responded. At the front of the club, he ordered an Uber. As it arrived, Bree showed up and linked her arm with his. "Let's go."
In the car, Bree put her leg over his. He inhaled sharply and gripped her thigh, pushing up her dress a little. They made eye contact and she shook her head. His fingers trickled along her skin. He was about to get really lucky. It wasn't his first one-night stand, but it was going to be a memorable one. He didn't know much about Bree, but what he did know, he liked. His hand kept going, the warmth between her legs was heating his skin. She popped his hand and he retracted it, laughing. "So, what do you do, Malcolm?"
"A little bit of this. A little bit of that." He lowered his voice. "You." Bree picked up his hand, playing with it. "What about you?"
"I do important things and make very important decisions."
"Sounds fascinating," he lied. Malcolm moved toward her and kissed her chin. The car stopped and he took out a five-dollar bill and handed it to the driver. "Thanks for the ride." They walked to his front door. "Thank you for walking me home." He opened the door and pulled her inside and kissed her hard, pushing Bree against the wall. "Truth or Dare?"
"Truth."
Malcolm sucked his teeth. "You're no fun. But, uh, is this what you had in mind? Because it's what I have in mind." They laughed and he lifted his shirt over his head, tossing it.
"Damn," Bree said raking her fingers over his stomach. He turned her around and unzipped her dressed, kissing her body as he did. It pooled at her feet and she stepped out of it.
"Wait a minute. Wait a minute," Malcolm said detaching himself from her. "You didn't answer my question."
"Yes, yes, I want to have sex with you," she said licking her lips seductively. He was two seconds from falling in love with her. "And then we'll go our separate ways." He dropped to his knees and kissed her stomach, making his way down.
Bree grabbed his head and pulled him up. "Too personal."
"I thought kissing was too personal and now I can't stop doing it." He nodded as he slipped a hand into her underwear. "What if I made you come just like this?" He asked in her ear, biting it.
"I would appreciate that," she purred. Taking her hand, he pulled her up the stairs to the bedroom. "Nice room."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah." He pushed her on the bed gently and she bounced a little. After putting on a condom, Malcolm crawled on top of her and ripped aside her panties, licked her once between her legs, tasting her. "Turn over," he grunted. She turned and rose on her hands and knees. "Comfortable?" Bree nodded. Pulling down his boxers, he entered her slowly. She whined softly and he almost came right then and there. No longer tipsy, he could feel everything. "You feel so good."
"You do, too." Bree reached back and stroked him a few times as he moved in and out of her, mimicking the rhythms from the dance floor.
"I saw you tonight and I just knew I had to have you," he said pounding his body into hers. "I wanted you." He kissed her back, moaning and practically confessing his love against her back.
"I want you to keep doing what you're doing and move to your left a little." Malcolm obliged and she moaned loudly. "I… I… God, yes!" He sped up. "Malcolm!"
"Bree!" He called out. "Yes!"
Bree clawed at the sheets pulling them off the bed. "Yes, baby!" Soon they were both climaxing. He collapsed on top of her, holding her stomach. Finished, she fell on her back and they kissed as they came down from their highs, breathless. "Jesus!"
In his arms, Malcolm traced her skin. "I want to see you again, Bree."
"We can't."
"Why not?" He asked sliding his arm around her waist. Now, he needed more. He couldn't settle for just a one-night stand.
"I have children."
"Huh?!"
"And a husband."
"YOU WHAT?"
"Stop yelling in my ear," she said pushing his chest. "Damn it, Benjamin."
"Then stop trying to make me jealous, Miranda."
"How am I going to make you jealous of your own damn self?" They laughed and Ben tightened his hold.
"Tonight was fun, wasn't it?" She nodded with a yawn.
"Seeing you buy that woman a drink made me hot."
"Watching you dance with that guy turned me on so much."
Ben threw a leg over her body. "He tried to touch my ass, I almost floored him."
"I'll fucking kill him," he said seeing red. A part of him wanted to be mad, but another part was ready for round two thinking about it. "Now I'm tired," Miranda said.
"Me, too." It was his turn to yawn and he put his head in her chest, kissing her skin. He simply couldn't get enough. "Can we do this again, Bree?" He asked rolling the "r".
"I'm looking forward to it, Malcolm."
"Oh, that is now my codename."
"What are you talking about?"
He sat up and reached into the nightstand and pulled out their wedding bands. Miranda held out her hand and he slipped it on her finger. "Well, whenever you call me 'Malcolm,' I'll know it's because you want to make some super sexy love."
"And when you call me 'Bree,' I will know that it's because you want to have a little fun."
Ben looked at his wife and smiled, happy that even after fifteen years, that they could still turn each other on. And still keep each other hot and coming back for more. Miranda grabbed his face and pulled him in for a kiss. "Mmm, I love you, Malcolm."
"I love you, too, Bree."
