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Mac turned onto his side and buried his nose in here hair. He wrapped his arm firmly around her middle and pulled her back into him so her ass fit just nicely against his crotch. As he started to roll his hips against her, he felt her begin to stir. Lazily she reached back and ran her hand from his hip to his thigh then back up. Without opening her eyes she bent back for him to place a long lingering kiss on her lips. However, just as he could feel himself getting revved and ready for more, she placed her head back on her own pillow and snuggled back down into the covers. A few seconds later, her breathing returned to the slow rhythm of before. Feeling grouchy as hell, his kicked the covers off and headed for the bathroom. Maybe he was being a little selfish (yet another thing he wouldn't have given a shit about this time last year) he'd not left her alone for much of the night. When he reached the sink and looked at himself in the mirror, he couldn't help but grin to himself. At one point in the night, her cell phone had rung from the night stand next to the bed. At first they'd ignored it. Then it rang again. And they'd ignored it. The third time when she reached over and saw it was a particularly nosey friend, she said she'd answer it quickly and get rid of her. Well, she never said he had to stop. So he didn't. Her trying to sound normal on the phone while he continued to pound away was funny, as well as really hot. In the end he heard the phone clatter back onto the night stand. Later she said she had no idea if she'd hung up properly or not. Oops!

Then the grin dropped from his face "This she'd give it up on a man's birthday though." he muttered to himself.

Back in the bedroom Lucy pressed her face into her pillow to stifle the giggles.

Once he got to work his mood was no better. In fact he was probably even a little crankier. Once they were up, she's made him breakfast, kissed him on the cheek and said happy birthday. He'd wanted to do something similar, but his sights were set on the ones that where currently bouncing about in front of him in the what were possibly the tiniest pair of boy cut panties he'd ever seen. To make it worse, every time he reached for them, she slapped his hand away and wagged her finger at him, obviously thinking herself hysterical, her smile reached from ear to ear as she went back to the kitchen.

So by mid morning, all Mac's work mates were scared to even approach him for fear they wouldn't get away with all their limbs in tact. Lunchtime and one of the guys offered to go out and get pizza for everybody, on him. Truth be told he was glad of a break from his friend for 20 minutes.

As he sat leaning up against the metal outter walls of the work shop, his ankles crossed, listening to Bobby yak on about something he didn't care about, he felt his cell vibrate in his pocket. Looking at the screen he saw he had a new video, still completely ignoring Bobby, he opened it. "Bitch!" was the word that stopped the other man mid sentence suddenly.

"Holy shit!" the words fell out of Bobby's mouth before he could stop them. On the video, Lucy had her back to to the camera and was ever so slowly pushing the tiny boy panties from before, down her legs, to reveal an even more minute black thong. Both men sat with their mouths gaping, until it hit Mac that he wasn't watching this alone.

"Get the fuck out of here! Go on!" with that Bobby scrambled to his feet and fled. Mac turned back to the screen, that grin once again crept gently across his lips as she turned to face front. She wandered closer to the camera. Bending down towards the lens she blew a kiss at it. "Happy Birthday baby." she purred, before her fingers moved to the zipper on the tight hooded sweater she had on. Mac's mouth was dryer than the earth he sat on. When, leaning in a little more she began to slowly unzip. Then just as she got to the round of that awesome cleavage...it stopped. In total frustration Mac slammed his head back against the wall, causing a loud bang against the metal. "Okay, that's two." he said to himself, remembering her teasing this morning, and tonight she was going to pay for both.

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She had to admit, she was a bit nervous. Her skirt was a little shorter than usual, as was her top. The minute she'd walked into the bar for her shift she the male eyes already in there crawling all over her. But she sucked it up. No matter what they thought, this wasn't for them. She watched the clock go around, until right on time, in walked Mac, Robbie and Marshall at his side, then followed the usual stragglers, along with many of the girls who still hated her...a lot. Mac's gaze went directly to her spot behind the bar, where at that point she was serving someone else. She glanced at him from the corner of her eyes, smiling the slightly and biting her lip as she returned her attention to what she was doing. "Happy Birthday to me." was the only sentence repeating itself in his head as he saw what she was wearing, and how both parts of her outfit complemented some of her finest assets.

"You guys sit. I got this one."he told everyone, not taking his eyes away from her when he spoke. She placed the bottle of whiskey on the bar and was lining up the glasses before he even asked.

"Hey, good day at work?"she said fixing him with a look like butter wouldn't melt.

"You tell me."

"Here, take this over, I'll bring the glasses."was all she said before turning away and making sure he saw her bat her lashes for the full innocent effect.

Mac may have been there for a night out with his friends but it wasn't turning out that way. Physically he was with them, but his attention was very much directed towards the bar. Every time he went up there they flirted like they'd just met. Each time he handed over money he'd pull it back before she could take it, forcing her to lean over the top of the counter more, or he'd ask for the thing in the very bottom of the fridge , all the way at the back, well for obvious reasons. By this time of course, any other guy in the bar who didn't know prior to that night who she belonged to certainly did now and they were now making sure to look everywhere but at her. Or at her butt for that matter.

When the place hit it's peak for business, he stood back for a while with his friends, always keeping an eye out for some prick to try his luck of course. If she brought their drinks over, he'd steal a kiss or slide his hand a little higher up her thigh than he knew she would usually probably let him in public. As much as he wanted to drunk with his buddies, a large part of him (no prizes for guessing which part) was watching the clock tick down so she could get off. And then she really would get off. He was gonna make sure of it.

When things quieted down a bit, well, not in Mac's corner but everywhere else, she thanked god she's decided to go with the biker boots instead of, as she was originally planning, finishing the look off with heals. Her feet were already killing and she was pretty sure Mac preferred this look anyway. She was also fairly tipsy, edging towards drunk if she was honest. Mac had made her do a whiskey shop every time he and his friends did one, plus there were the usual ones with the guys that seemed to spend more time in the place than she did. All this added to the fact that she was also now as horny as hell. Yeah, one way and another she'd been teasing him all day, but she'd managed to get herself pretty worked up in the meantime and her hands were itching to get on him. But she was still on duty for another, she looked towards the clock forlornly, 3 and a bit hours. "Ugh!"she heard herself make the actual noise. So by the next time he came up to the bar and asked for beer and whiskey shots, she couldn't have cared less who saw or heard. Before he got chance to walk away she leaned over the bar and grabbed him by the back of the neck, pulling him as close as she could with the bar in the way.

"I don't normally do this with strange guys in bars" she whispered "but my breaks coming up soon, so why don;t you take me out to that truck of yours and fuck me." She felt his breath hit her ear as the smile made it's way across his face.

"How bout ya husband? Pretty sure he ain't gonna like it."

"Fuck him. Maybe later you could take me home and make the old bastard watch you nail me."

"Your a fucking whore you know that? An if ya ever change I'm gonna kick your ass."

Sorry for leaving it there but the smut in the next chapter leads to drama so I want it to be a separate chapter. Once again sorry, I know it's mean!