been a bad day. She’s fine.” She’s very fine. In fact, she’s beautiful, too beautiful.
“Good. Go and introduce her to Liz and get her started. I’ve got a lot of shit to deal with tonight so I don’t want to be disturbed. You deal with any problems. ” He throws a name badge across the table. I nod my head, stand, and walk out of the door. Taking a deep breath, I head towards the changing rooms. I pause before entering, my breathing ragged. Should I knock? I’ve never knocked in my life; I’m not about to start now.
Throwing open the door, I stop in my tracks when I’m confronted by the sexiest arse I’ve ever seen, and believe me, I see a lot of arses. I lick my lips, and imagine pounding that beautiful backside with my cock. Shit, Max, get a fucking grip! Quickly, I try to control myself and do what I came to do. I feel like such a twat, I’m being an arsehole and I can’t stop myself.
After introducing her to Liz I make my way to the stage to help Candy get ready for her set. I watch Jasmine from the corner of my eye, constantly. The way she walks in those six-inch heels that Jake insists the girls wear, is almost funny. It’s obvious that she isn’t used to walking in heels. My mind starts racing and all I can think of is taking those shoes off and licking her from her heel to her…. Stop it now! The night goes so slowly, it’s almost painful. It’s a good job there are no more idiots in, because my head just isn’t on the job tonight.
I manage to make it through the rest of the night and breathe a sigh of relief when closing time comes. Just as I’m about to grab my jacket and helmet from the staff room, I bump straight into my tormentor. I grab her by her waist to steady her and it’s like a tiny bolt of electricity shoots through my hands. Her curves fit perfectly in my palms and I imagine what it would be like to feel them against my bare skin. Looking down into her eyes, I soften. I can’t stay angry with her. It’s not her fault that I’m such a jerk. I ask her about her night, mainly because I don’t know what else to say to her. Really, I should apologise for being an idiot, but I don’t. I let her walk away and follow her with my eyes as she walks out of the door.
Grabbing my jacket and helmet, I stick my head into the office to let Jake know that I’m leaving. I make my way out onto the road, pausing as I see Jasmine and Dexter walking down the path. I watch as Dexter puts his arm around her shoulder and pulls her in towards his chest. My blood starts to boil; I rev the throttle on my bike, slip the visor down, and speed off in the opposite direction.
As soon as I get home, I crack open a bottle of Jack. I don’t even bother with a glass, swigging it straight from the bottle. I don’t know why this is making me so incensed? Dexter is a free agent, so is Jasmine, I’ve shown no signs to either of them that I’m interested in her, and I don’t date the girls in the club anyway. I’m confounded by my emotions. I have never felt like this before, it sucks balls.
Half an hour and half a bottle of Jack later, Dex walks through the door.
“Alright, dude?” He has a massive grin on his face and I feel like I’m about to chuck my guts up. The fact is, I envy him. I envy how easily he talks to women that he likes. The worst thing about all of this is that if he really wants to date her, then I can never go there. We are best friends, we are like brothers, and there’s a code: we don’t date girls the other one likes. It’s my own fault, I should have made it clear that I liked her from the start; he would never have gone after her if I had. But, of course, I’m too pig headed to admit that I like a girl. I don’t have time to date anyway; I have other things to deal with. My life is too full and I certainly don’t need another woman in it.
“Yeah, you?” I don’t really want the details about how amazing his night has been and how fantastic Jasmine is.
“Yeah,
“Good. Go and introduce her to Liz and get her started. I’ve got a lot of shit to deal with tonight so I don’t want to be disturbed. You deal with any problems. ” He throws a name badge across the table. I nod my head, stand, and walk out of the door. Taking a deep breath, I head towards the changing rooms. I pause before entering, my breathing ragged. Should I knock? I’ve never knocked in my life; I’m not about to start now.
Throwing open the door, I stop in my tracks when I’m confronted by the sexiest arse I’ve ever seen, and believe me, I see a lot of arses. I lick my lips, and imagine pounding that beautiful backside with my cock. Shit, Max, get a fucking grip! Quickly, I try to control myself and do what I came to do. I feel like such a twat, I’m being an arsehole and I can’t stop myself.
After introducing her to Liz I make my way to the stage to help Candy get ready for her set. I watch Jasmine from the corner of my eye, constantly. The way she walks in those six-inch heels that Jake insists the girls wear, is almost funny. It’s obvious that she isn’t used to walking in heels. My mind starts racing and all I can think of is taking those shoes off and licking her from her heel to her…. Stop it now! The night goes so slowly, it’s almost painful. It’s a good job there are no more idiots in, because my head just isn’t on the job tonight.
I manage to make it through the rest of the night and breathe a sigh of relief when closing time comes. Just as I’m about to grab my jacket and helmet from the staff room, I bump straight into my tormentor. I grab her by her waist to steady her and it’s like a tiny bolt of electricity shoots through my hands. Her curves fit perfectly in my palms and I imagine what it would be like to feel them against my bare skin. Looking down into her eyes, I soften. I can’t stay angry with her. It’s not her fault that I’m such a jerk. I ask her about her night, mainly because I don’t know what else to say to her. Really, I should apologise for being an idiot, but I don’t. I let her walk away and follow her with my eyes as she walks out of the door.
Grabbing my jacket and helmet, I stick my head into the office to let Jake know that I’m leaving. I make my way out onto the road, pausing as I see Jasmine and Dexter walking down the path. I watch as Dexter puts his arm around her shoulder and pulls her in towards his chest. My blood starts to boil; I rev the throttle on my bike, slip the visor down, and speed off in the opposite direction.
As soon as I get home, I crack open a bottle of Jack. I don’t even bother with a glass, swigging it straight from the bottle. I don’t know why this is making me so incensed? Dexter is a free agent, so is Jasmine, I’ve shown no signs to either of them that I’m interested in her, and I don’t date the girls in the club anyway. I’m confounded by my emotions. I have never felt like this before, it sucks balls.
Half an hour and half a bottle of Jack later, Dex walks through the door.
“Alright, dude?” He has a massive grin on his face and I feel like I’m about to chuck my guts up. The fact is, I envy him. I envy how easily he talks to women that he likes. The worst thing about all of this is that if he really wants to date her, then I can never go there. We are best friends, we are like brothers, and there’s a code: we don’t date girls the other one likes. It’s my own fault, I should have made it clear that I liked her from the start; he would never have gone after her if I had. But, of course, I’m too pig headed to admit that I like a girl. I don’t have time to date anyway; I have other things to deal with. My life is too full and I certainly don’t need another woman in it.
“Yeah, you?” I don’t really want the details about how amazing his night has been and how fantastic Jasmine is.
“Yeah,
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