So I said I wasn't going to write any more stories and focus on 'No Winter Lasts Forever' but I had this idea and although I would much prefer to read someone else writing it, I need to get it out.
It is set in the modern day, perhaps around 2010/2011 in terms of Peter and Leanne's relationship. They have been together for a few years. Peter and Carla haven't met and she isn't on the street. Might be slight fantasy. The rating will increase over the chapters. For reference they are aboard a cruise.
For those of you who have watched defiance, you'll recognise the name of the bar ;)
As Peter descended the grand staircase to the lower deck, he noticed how the lighting dimmed, the air around him becoming hotter and more humid. The staircase led on to a short corridor, dark wallpaper lining the walls until he reached a foyer that split off into entrances to various bars and casinos. He picked a bar, and headed towards it.
'Need Want' - the sign was atop double doors that shielded the view of inside from prying eyes. Below it, a smaller sign, indicating that anyone entering had to be over 18.
Peter pushed open the doors to be greeted by loud music and a smokey ambience. White bulbs hung precariously from the sealing, like stars in the sky, lighting up the darkness of the moody bar.
Glancing around, Peter could tell this wasn't your ordinary bar. He eyed the punters, some older, some sleazy looking business man with too much money.
'Can I help you' a high pitched voice interrupted Peter from his observations, and he turned to see a young blonde, early 20's, scantly clad in fishnet tights, black lingerie, biker boots and little else.
'I was just going to the bar' Peter said, glancing round as she took his arm, 'This way'.
As he pulled up a chair, Peter cast his eyes around the place, the darkness of the place somewhat enticing.
'What can I get you sir?' the barmaid asked, her lips smacking as she chewed on a piece of gum.
'Just an orange juice, ta' Peter said as she nodded and went to get his drink.
He leaned against the bar top, before the sound of stilettos smacking the floor with such purpose made him sit upright and turn.
She almost took his breath away, her lithe figure accentuated by the way the black fabric of her dress clung to the soft curves of her body. Her bare legs elongated by the heels she wore so effortlessly and the way her dress was cut mid thigh, showing enough skin to tease, but keeping enough back to remain professional.
Her waist was synched in with a glossy gold metal belt, her bosom eye popping thanks to the lacy bra she wore beneath, her slim, tanned arms, toned and silky. Her ebony hair was pinned up, just a strand falling free against her sharp cheekbones, softened only by the soft rosey blush she'd applied to her cheeks. Her green eyes sparkled, dark green hues framed by black lashes and a lick of dirty bronze shimmer.
He must have been staring at her because she glanced his way, repressing a smile, instead pursing her plump lips and turning back to her employee, with one hand on her hip.
'Oi, over ere' she said, her husky voice, full of authority, sending shivers down Peter's spine.
Her young employee rolled her eyes, turning round in a sulky manner, Peter's drink in one hand.
'What now?' Scarlet moaned as Carla raise an eyebrow, her green eyes dark with annoyance, perfectly tamed brows, furrowed.
'Rolling your eyes at me ain't gonna help your cause' Carla said as the younger woman put Peter's drink down, and crossed her arms.
'It was one drink, just one drink' she replied pouting as Carla smirked.
'Oh, was it? You see I weren't talking bout you aving' a drink, I was talking about you smacking your lips together and gum hanging out of ya' mouth!' she said as Scarlet's cheeks turned pink and she looked to the floor.
'Oh'.
'Oh indeed, but thank you for being so honest, least I know I can trust ya!' Carla said in a sarcastic manner, before marching round to join her at the bar.
'You, go and clean the tables, make yourself useful before I chuck ya out.. go on!' Carla scolded her, shaking her head as Peter watched on, slightly amused, slightly infatuated with this beguiling woman before him.
'Sorry bout that, she's a liability that one' Carla said as she took over manning the bar.
'It were an orange juice, weren't it?' she asked Peter as he nodded, their eyes connecting briefly.
'Tell ya what, given you ad' to see that little fiasco, it's on the house' Carla said as Peter grinned.
'Well, cheers' he said as Carla chuckled, her eyes twinkling as she spun round, and reached for a bottle of whisky, the amber liquid rolling inside.
She reached for a glass, scooping a spoon of crushed ice into it, before pouring herself a drink, and reaching out to crack her glass against Peter's.
'Cheers' she smiled, before catching the eye of Scarlet who was making a face at her.
'I'm the boss love, I can do as I please' Carla shouted across the bar, winking at Peter and flashing Scarlet a provocative smile.
'The boss ay, must be a right job managing this lot' Peter said as he looked around himself.
Carla stepped forward, draping herself over the bar, her face just inches from his, her breasts pressing together in an unmissable fashion.
Peter felt his cock twitch in his jeans, his cheeks flushing as he tried desperately to calm his sudden arousal.
Fluttering her lashes, perfectly aware of the effect she had on him, Carla bit her lower lip.
'I have my ways' she whispered, before releasing a dirty giggle and straightening up.
She knew the power she had over men, and she knew how to use it. But there was something about his deep brown eyes, the kind smile, tanned skin and stubble that send an electric heat down her body that she almost couldn't contain.
'I didn't get your name' she asked, as he gave her a coy smile.
'Peter' he said, his voice dripping with enticement.
'Peter… Cara' the way his name rolled off her tongue was so easy, so sexy. Damn, what was he thinking. She extended an arm, their hands connecting as she shook his, neither quite wanting to let go.
Both sensed the others reluctance, their eyes meeting, and for a moment they just stared at each other before the gaze they were holding was interrupted.
'Peter, there you are, I've been looking all over for you'.