Romance|Stuck With You

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Tiffany ran her slim fingers through her long red curls as she angrily rant out her frustration to her friend at the other end of the phone, she threw her badge into the locker and transferred the phone from one ear to the other.
“it's unfair how they keep pulling the victim card and it frustrates me a lot, because I am the real victim of their infidelity” she gushed out angrily with a face as red as the long silky curls on her head.
She listens attentively as her childhood friend, Keke, who is currently an exchange student in China coaxes her into forgetting her jerk boyfriend and roommate who she caught together in bed a few days ago.
The mere thought of their betrayal infuriated her so much, enough to momentarily drop her phone on the bench and take out her anger on the innocent rolls of lockers. She came to her senses after a few seconds and realized she'd left Keke on hold, to lash out her anger on an inanimate object.
“I’m sorry keke, I lost it for a second, “she breathlessly rushed out an apology.
‘A few seconds, but, I understand, Tiff. However, I don’t understand why you keep beating yourself over what those two did even though it's not your fault. I think you should probably get drunk, make some super crazy mistakes you'd regret and then beat yourself up over that later, instead of letting those assholes get the best of you, “ Keke advised recklessly.
“What?“ Tiffany said in shock, with her eyes almost falling out of their sockets.
“You mean like I should kill them?," she asked cautiously.
Keke's rich laugh on the phone made Tiffany sheepish for even thinking of the darndest of things.
“No Tiff, I meant like making out with a total, hot stranger,” she replied.
“You work part-time as a bartender in one of the most famous bars in L. A. So, meeting a hot stranger who’s into you shouldn’t be a problem. You might end up regretting it afterwards. Maybe not, but either way, you will have something to furiously pounder on instead of those two jerks. So, let yourself go for one night and have massive fun.” Keke said with a giggle and ended the call.
Tiffany slowly lowered her phone as what keke said few seconds ago ran through her mind, she was still lost in thought when the analog wallpaper clock on her phone caught her eyes, and she realized it was thirty minutes past 3AM in the morning, which was pretty bad, since the bar closes by 3 AM and the manager locks up at exactly quarter after three.
She shoved her phone into her backpack and ran out of the staff locker room and into a pitch black bar. She spent a long time ranting about her problems to Keke that she forgot about being locked in.
She took out her phone from her backpack so she could call the manager and inform him that she was locked in, but then she realized that he switches off his phone after work hours.
She sighed deeply and let out a small, frustrating scream. Nothing seemed to be going her way and it annoyed the hell out of her.
She was still contemplating where she would sleep, when one of the many doors in the bar opened and closed. Her heart jumped into her mouth as weird thoughts of ghosts haunting the bar after work hours popped up in her head.
She started chanting The Lord's prayer, which slightly amused her, since she is an atheist.
Then, she felt someone coming behind her and she mustered some courage to pick up an empty bottle on the chair beside her, ready to face whoever it was, human or ghost.
‘Tiffany?’ The voice behind her queries.
She spins around with many questions in her throat, only to come face to face with Toby, the main vocalist of the Bar band.
‘Toby? What are still you doing here? Thought you left 2 hours ago?.”
‘I took a nap in the instrument room since it's hard to sleep at home nowadays. Manager Ford must have forgotten I was still around when he locked up,” he replied.
“why? Is your house haunted,” she asked mischievously.
‘Yes, it's haunted by my new snobbish pianist neighborhood who seems to get inspiration during sleeping hours,” he responded with a chuckle.
“Such pain. That must be a lot to go through for a good night’s rest,” Tiffany muttered sympathetically as she ease into a comfortable couch close by.
He took the seat opposite her and grinned, “ well, tell me about it.
“And you?, how did you get locked in? Did you fall asleep in the locker room?”
“I spent thirty minutes on the phone with my childhood friend”.
“What was so important that couldn’t wait till you get home,” he asked
“I caught my boyfriend in bed with my roomm…,” Tiffany replied thoughtlessly and caught herself mid sentence.
“Ah! Relationship troubles, haven’t we all been there before,” he said empathetically.
“You? You’ve been cheated on before?,” she asked incredulously.
“Why are you so surprised?,” he responded with a grimace.
“I... I mean, you’re one of the hottest guys I know. You’re blond, handsome, your poise and charisma puts a lot to shame and you’re talented to boot,” she shamelessly flattered, like the secret fan girl she was.
“Whoa!, Why do i suddenly feel like a written character from your perspective, Tiff.”
Tiffany's face momentarily became the same shade as the locks on her head as she wished the ground would open up and swallow her whole.
“Did I just say that?” she asked sheepishly.
“Yeah, you did and while I appreciate your open admiration, I want you to understand that I’m human, and catching a girlfriend in bed with someone I trust is not new to me either. So, there is no need to feel embarrassed about that. I understand your plight.”
“Thank you,” she replied appreciatively.
“You’re welcome”, he answered with a smile
Well, since we can’t leave until opening hours, how about we drown ourselves in alcohol and forget our misery?,” Toby suggested.
“Awesome idea, Toby”.
They were on their third glass of wine, when Tiffany glanced at Toby and noticed how the dimmed light in the bar cast a mysterious shadow on his face, but still managed to enhance his handsome features. Her conversation with Keke came back to her and she realized that Toby was the best candidate if she ever wanted to follow that advice.
He is magazine-cover handsome with honey blond hair, hazel eyes, plumb kissable lips. He had that slim masculine body of a male model and his impressive 6'3 height dwarfed her 5'9 even on heels.
He caught her staring and sent a wink which should have been silly on a normal day, but somehow, it made her heart race.
“it's too quiet,” he groaned.
“How about a game of truth or dare?,” she suggested.
“Oh, that's a dangerous game for two people trapped together in a dimmed bar,” he said naughtily.
“Really? Then let’s see how dangerous it can get,” she replied confidently.
Tiffany could see the amusement dancing in his eyes and she wasn’t going to let that make her back out, after all she has a mission to accomplish.
“I won't go easy on you, Tiff”. Consider this your chance to walk away before things get hot,” he teased.
“less talk, more daring, Toby”.
“You started it, so it's five shots of tequila if you fail to carry out a dare Tiffany”.
“Deal!,” she responded with a voice laced with amusement.
Tiffany removed her jacket and watched as Toby walked towards the shelved liquors and removed a bottle of tequila from the top roll. He put it in the middle of the table and placed the two shot cups beside it.
“Shall we begin?,” he asked smugly.
She stared at him with a heated gaze as she slightly adjusted in her seat.
“Ready when you are,” she replied.
“Lady first then,” he mumbled.
“Truth or dare,” she asked.
“Truth and nothing but the truth,” he replied mockingly.
Tiffany was expecting him to go for dare so she was short of words for a second before she said the first thing that popped into her head.
“What do you think of me”?
Toby raised a single eyebrow in question.
“What do you think of me from an opposite gender's angle”, she said flustered.
Toby cleared his throat and adjusted in his seat, he stroked his non existence beards with one hand and tapped his temple with the other.
“You do know you are cute, but you are oblivious to how alluring you are,” he muttered in a low voice and looked at her without blinking.
He saw the question in her eyes and continued.
“Historically red heads are one of the most desired females, the color of their silky locks is the same as the fiery flame that set the loins of many on fire, they are living sex goddesses, but you do not understand the power you hold. Had you been born five hundred years ago, many would have lined up to bury their faces in your bosom and I think I will be one of them”.
Tiffany was on fire by the time he finished, her palm was sweaty and her nipple had risen to the size of a small pebble.
She cleared her throat and fanned herself with her hand, clearly taken aback slightly.
He sat there with a smug, satisfied look on his handsome face, seemingly enjoying seeing her flustered.
“My turn!” he said, after what seemed like eternity.
“Truth or dare,” he questioned.
“Dare,” she said unconsciously and regretted it almost immediately.
She had planned on taking it slow, but he might have awoken a fire she might not be able to handle.
Toby grinned from ear to ear like he was expecting her to say that, to make her feel more nervous, he left his seat and walked towards her, knelt beside her seat, tucked her hair behind her ear and whispered into it like he is after someone might hear him.
“I want you to remove your bra slowly and put it in your backpack”.
His voice felt hot in her ear and his proximity sent shivers down her spine. He smelt like soap and lavender and yet she felt intoxicated just being that close to him.
He felt her hesitation and grinned.
“You can take shots of tequila if you feel it's too much of an ordeal,” he said as he swaggered back to his seat.
Tiffany stood and removed her jacket slowly, she slipped her hands into her dress and unhooked her bra. She can feel his burning stare without looking into his eyes. She faltered for a second till she felt a hot pair of hands on her already scalding hot skin.
He had left his seat without her knowledge and closed the distance between them in one stride.
“Let me help you with that,” he whispered heavily into her ear.
“Hmmmm...” , she replied, lost for words.
“Your eyes betrayed you, Tiff. So let’s stop playing games and have what we both want.
She turned her head and stared deep into his eyes, his breath hot and velvety on her face.
“I want to undress you. Touch you. I want to stare into your eyes and watch you ignite as I bury myself deep with you”. He pulled her closer to catch her lower lips between his teeth.
She placed her hands on his chest, finger spread and kissed him back with a hungry urgency. What had started as a simple suggestion from a distant friend, turned into a game and now she couldn’t think of anything except how delicious he tasted.
He broke the kiss, wrapped his hands around her waist, lifted her up and sat her down on the edge of the table. He slipped her gown down her shoulder and removed her already unhooked bra.
He took a step back and she watched him through her lashes as he admired her peaked, heavy and aching breasts.
He moved closer to her and placed a kiss on her nap, she shuddered and murmured incoherently.
He placed his forehead on hers and said thickly, “there’ll be no going back from this. Do I have your full consent to proceed?
She snapped and opened the top two buttons of his shirt.
“Is that enough consent for you,” she asked.
He slid his hands under the hem of her gown and gently dragged down her lacy panties. Tiffany gasped as Toby spread her thighs wide and knelt between them. She crapped his shoulder in anticipation of what to come next.
The flick of his cool tongue on her clits made her moan so deeply she threw back her head and rolled her eyes in ecstasy.
She dug her fingers into his hair as he worshipped her sopping, wet sex with his tongue and drove her over the edge.
She was close to climax when he got off his knees, snapped open his flyer and buried himself deep within her, she instinctively wrapped her slender legs around his waist.
He bent his head and suckled on her left nipple and covered the other with his hand, the nipples peaked in his mouth and under his hand as he gently eased in and out of her.
“Faster… faster,” she whispered into his ear with a weak plea drowned by the subconscious moans in her voice.
He obediently honored her request and rode her to the rhythm of their quickened heart beats.
Then he slid out of her, scooped her in his arms and carried her to the long couch in the VIP lounge.
He threw her down on it and dragged her gown off her body. Then he removed his shirt and trousers in a flash and joined her on the couch.
He placed her legs on his broad shoulder and slowly eased into her again, but this time, he didn’t let go of her until the wee hours of dawn. They were both breathless and thoroughly satisfied by then.
They laid naked and exhausted on the couch with her back to his chest, he rained kisses on her shoulders and buried his face in her hair.
“You smell like sunshine and Toby,” he said naughtily.
Tiffany giggled and smacked him playfully.
Her mind tried to recount all that had happened. She took Keke's advice afterall, and just had her most amazing sex yet with a hot guy. It didn't feel wrong, nor did she have any regrets, but she sure couldn’t remember the worries of last night. Which could only mean one thing; her silly friend’s advice worked.
She turned to him with a smile on her face.
“We best dress up before we get caught in the act, the bar will open soon,” she said.
She watched him slip back into his shirt and wondered if she would ever get to have a taste of him again, she was still musing over it when they heard the key turn in the lock.
Tiffany walked towards him and gave him a long kiss before she turned and made her way to the door without ever turning back.