Said the spider to the fly...some Mac trash, no redeeming qualities at all, let me know what you think.

He was a smoke show and Julie's eyes followed him wherever he went every time he came into the bar, he was a regular of course and they saw each other almost every day. But he was trouble and everyone knew it. She had known Mac Garcia all her life, she had known Walter all her life and now she worked for Walter, slinging alcohol for the regulars and on occasion out of town visitors but they were few and far between. The older Mac got the better looking he was, gone was the skinny teenager he used to be, he was a man now.

A man that was so off limits to her it wasn't even funny and yet...

Those blue eyes and blonde hair, his dirty hands, everything about him was what she wanted.

Julie shook her head as she watched him walk into the bar, it was not a good idea to shit where she ate, she knew that and this job was her ticket out of this one horse town. She had fifteen thousand dollars saved in a bank in Salt Lake City and she meant to get the fuck out of dodge sooner rather than later.

Getting tangled up with this guy was not on her agenda, no matter how long it had been since she had gotten laid.

His eyes were upon her from the moment he came through the door and he wasn't shy about it; Mac eye fucked her every chance he got, she was the only woman in town who wouldn't sleep with him and that made her the most important woman in his life.

Was it a hundred times she turned him down now since they were fourteen, it was probably more, but every once in a while it seemed like she was considering it. The reality was she had, more than once, but there were rumors about him and people talked.

Julie didn't want to end up chained in his basement with Stockholm syndrome or some shit, she reminded herself as he sauntered over to her end of the bar. Walter looked fit to be tied as he watched Mac grab a pool cue and head towards Julie. The guy never gave up, no matter how many times she said no he still flirted and tried to convince her to give it up to him.

Walter knew both of them all their lives and he'd bet money that Julie would never go for what Mac was trying to sell. But that made her all the more attractive to his son, he knew that all to well.

"Hey Jules," Mac started and looked from the pool cue to her, "I got an offer for you..." He gave her a wolf's smile as he sat down in front of her, "But first let me buy you a shot."

"Trying to get me hammered isn't going to help you..."

"Today's your birthday ain't it? Can't I buy a friend a drink on their birthday?"

Julie leaned over the bar and he leered, making no effort to hide that he was staring at her chest. What he wouldn't give to sink his teeth into those tits.

"Come on pour us a couple of tequilas, yeah?"

Julie relented, sometimes she did a shot with Mac or two and today was her birthday and part of her was touched that he remembered.

"Fine, just one, I'm not getting drunk with you tonight Mac."

"Why not?" He grinned, "Afraid you wont be able to control yourself?"

"You wish," She snarked as she poured.

"I do wish as a matter of fact," He reached for the shot and clicked it to hers, "Happy birthday, I sure wish you'd let me give you a present."

They drank their shots and Mac attempted to stare her down. Julie knew better though and drew her eyes away from his as fast as she could. The truth was, she found him attractive, with his shaggy hair and unshaven face, but he was dangerous, everyone knew it.

"I'll pass..."

"That's a pity, no woman ever leaves my bed unsatisfied," He put his glass down and motioned for her to pour him another, "I'll do things to you that you wont believe Julie..."

"Enough," She sat his drink down and took another shot herself for courage, it was her birthday and she suddenly wanted to have a little fun, "If you're still here at closing we'll play pool for it, winner takes all."

"I like the sound of that," He winked, "I'll be here, maybe you wanna run home on your break and pack a bag."

"You know damn well I can kick your ass at pool," She laughed and he leaned close to her, so close that the hair stood up on the back of her neck as she felt his warm breath against her ear.

"I was never playing for such a desired prize before..." He whispered, and ghosted his lips over her ear, there was no denying it; she felt it everywhere. This was why she never let him get close to her, "I'll win and then I'll take you home."

With that statement he walked away and Julie knew she had just walked into the spiders web.

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The night was busy, but she could feel his eyes on her the entire time, burning into her. Julie didn't dare look at him because just the thought of this was making her knees weak. Why had she agreed to this foolishness? She knew better and she did not want to be another of Mac's whores, but today she turned thirty. She had been trying to get out of Cainville her entire life, and she would one day, until that day came she decided to have some fun for once.

Finally he had lured her in and at closing time as Walter emptied the safe for the next days deposit Mac offered to lock up and the other man gave them both the side eye. He said nothing as he left except to tell them to shut off the lights and then he was gone.

Mac locked the door behind his father and turned to see Julie chalking her cue stick and he smiled, it was true, she was a good player and there was no guarantee he would win. Still he wasn't going to let her know he was thinking that.

"Just put that stick down right now honey, you know I'm gonna win this," Mac said as he dimmed the lights in the place all except the light in the back where the pool table was.

Julie shook her head, "No you aren't," She said as she put the balls into the rack and slid them over the table, "I'll let you break tho."

"Oh you will, will you?" He answered as he walked towards her, she loved to watch him walk, this was true, his stride was confident and sexy, and just a little bit scary.

"Go ahead Mac," Julie teased.

She pulled the rack up and he put the cue ball on the table, "Call it," He leaned down and hit the ball into the others.

"Stripes," Mac said as he watched two striped balls go into the first pocket.

"Lucky shot," She said as he went for another ball and missed.

"God dammit woman you fucked up my concentration." He snapped as she walked over to take her shot.

"I don't know what your talking about," She said as she effortlessly sunk three solid balls one after the other. When she looked over at him Mac rolled his eyes.

"I got two hundred dollars in my pocket that says you wont make the next shot," He countered and then his face was comical as he watched her make the shot.

Julie stood up and smiled and he reached into his pocket and shoved the bills into her hand.

"You're a fucking shark is what you are." But she could tell he wasn't mad, everyone knew he dealt with much larger sums of money in his "business" and this was nothing to him, pennies even.

"You asked for it," She leaned over to set up her next shot and finally she missed one.

"Looks like your lucky streak is coming to an end," He laughed.

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There were hardly any balls left on the table and Julie was about to make the winning shot. Mac was going to be out two hundred dollars and get no pussy for his trouble either. This just sucked all the way around. He was not averse to taking what he wanted, and often he did, but not from her.

If he had wanted to take it from Julie, he would have long ago, he wanted her to give it to him, but tonight was not going to be the night. He sighed as he watched her ass as she bent over and wished he'd be getting a chance to smack it tonight, but that was not happening.

She carefully aimed at the eight ball and sent her cue ball across the table. Mac watched as the eight ball went into the pocket and shook his head in defeat, this was some shit, but then the cue ball followed it. He couldn't believe his eyes, she had scratched!

"You scratched!" Mac exclaimed, "I fucking won!" He threw his cue stick back on the rack and turned to her, "I can't believe you scratched," And then he knew, or thought he knew that she had done it on purpose.

Then he was coming toward her.

"Buckle up sweetheart," He didn't even wait for her to answer, he picked her up and sat he on the pool table as he pawed at her shirt, "Take it off..." He demanded, "Pay me fair and square..."

Julie obeyed because she wanted to and pulled her t-shirt that said Luna Mesa on it over her head, Mac looked like he had died and gone to heaven, she had on a black lace push up bra and her creamy white skin called to him to plunder it.

"Jesus, fucking Christ, this was so worth the wait," Then his lips were on hers pushing them apart to give her the dirtiest kiss she had ever had. If he fucked like he kissed she was in for it tonight, a small moan escaped her lips and he smiled against her mouth.

"Don't get all full of yourself..." Julie countered but he just laughed and kissed her again. He knew what the fuck he was doing and then she felt his hands on her thighs pulling her legs apart. Mac stopped for a second and looked her in the eye as he pulled first her right boot off and tossed it over his shoulder and then the left. Then he grasped her thighs and pulled her against him.

"You feel that baby, that's what you do to me, this is gonna be a night you won't soon forget..." He pulled her against him and moved his hips, "You scratched on purpose cause you want some of this."

"Please," She huffed as if it was impossible that she would do such a thing but he knew just the same, even if she never admitted it. She could feel him against her, he was big, thick, it was going to hurt.

"The question is, what do do with you first..." He was all lips and hands then on her neck and over her breasts, first one then the other, until there was a wet stain on her bra and she was ready to climb the wall.

Mac just smirked at her, he knew all to well how to make a woman go crazy and she was going to find out all about it by the time he was done with her.

"Told ya," Was all he said then he was back at it swiping his teeth over her neck and making her moan again. This time she gave in and dug her hands into his hair.

"If you tell anyone about this, I'm never talking to you again." Julie groaned, still not wanting to give him the satisfaction of winning.

"Oh fuck no, that wasn't the deal," He stood back and grabbed at her black leggings, "Time to get my prize and I'm telling everyone."

Julie didn't stop him as he peeled the black pants off of her, "Whatever, I'm the last one around her you haven't fucked anyway, have your fun, but you better have a condom or this is not happening."

"Not so fast there Jules," He purred as he backed up and dropped her leggings, "Touch them for me."

Julie obeyed, surprised that she liked being ordered around and watched his eyes as he licked his lips and watched her run her hands over her bra, "Of course I scratched on purpose," She slid her fingers inside her bra and watched his breathing get ragged and shallow, "I've heard all about you, it's about time I found out for myself don't you think?"

She never took her eyes from him as she ran her fingers over her nipples and gave him a show that almost made him cum in his pants like a horny teenager. Maybe he wasn't as in control of this as he thought, and that would be a first.

"God damn yea that's it baby," Then he was on her again, this time sucking on her neck until it made a deep purple bruise, marking her as his own and moving his hand down towards her panties. To his delight he found them wet and smiled, licking her neck, "You want that there," He slid his tongue against her collar bone, right in the spot most women liked and she was no different, he could feel her shudder, "I think its time to go down," He moaned as he slipped his fat middle finger inside her panties, "You want that," She nodded, "Tell me," He kissed along her jawline and pushed his finger inside her as far as he could, "Tell me,"

"Yes..."

"Yes what?"

He pushed his finger in and out of her and swiped his thumb against her clit and Julie almost levitated off the table. It was crazy how they were pawing at each other like they were sixteen or something but neither of them was stopping.

"You want my mouth there? My tongue?" He moaned in her ear, "...say it say you want me to eat that pussy."

"Come on," She yanked at his hair, trying to get his head down where she wanted it.

"Jokes on you I like it rough," He growled and ripped her lacy panties right off, "Ever think when you were in Drama club and I was in the back row makin fun of ya that we'd end up like this?"

"Mac," She shrieked, "Shut your yap and fucking do it."

In one motion he pushed her back by the throat, and she gasped in surprise, with one hand Mac held her down as he watched her breasts rise and fall covered in black lace for a moment, then he dipped his head down between her legs, "I love how you beg..." She kicked her legs out in protest and he tightened his hand on her throat as he licked her nice and slow with the flat of his tongue.

"...oh fucccckkkkk,"

"That's right, I've been fucking telling you for years," He opened his mouth wide and shoved his tongue inside of her and she slapped her hand down on the felt of the pool table. He still held her by the throat and she was dizzy, but oh how good it felt, "You wanna cum?"

"I need it..."

"Maybe I wont let ya," He stopped and looked up at her, his hand was bruising her throat now but he had a feeling she was more of a freak than he thought, "Maybe you better ask nice."

"Please," She answered immediately.

She made no move to remove his hand and he dove back down between her legs and squeezed her beautiful neck some more. Julie Conroy was a gasper, and that was just about the best news he could have gotten that night. Possibly she hadn't even known it until tonight when he worked his magic on her, Mac smiled to himself and went in for the kill.

As promised he licked every inch of her determined to make her cum all over his fathers prized pool table, and just the thought of it made his cock throb and ache. He could tell she was close as he swirled his tongue around and over her clit, then added his fingers into the mix again in and out of her slowly and then it happened.

Julie screamed like a banshee and her entire body stiffened as he let go of her neck and watched her arms and legs flail in pleasure. He watched a red glow move over her chest as she came down from what had to be one of the hardest orgasms he had ever witnessed. When was the last time she got fucking laid he wondered, it seemed to go on and on.

Then she was sitting up and pulling him to her trying to unzip his pants and he grabbed her hand and took it away.

"Lets go," He pulled her down, "Get your shit back on, what I want to do with you I need a bed, you're coming home with me."

Julie pulled her shirt over her head and searched for her leggings, "You ripped my underwear you creep," She sassed.

"Good," He lit a cigarette and inhaled it deeply, "Now shut the fuck up and come on."

More to come...