His words made my mind go immediately to Hannah Spencer’s image. A week had passed since she came here with her I-am-an-overachiever-and-I-like-it attitude. I glanced at the direction Ben pointed, expecting to find her there, but no. It was Tracy. She came here a few nights ago with her friends and got to see the surface of my desk up close.
“Thanks,” I mumbled and strolled over to her. She was alone this time around and that told me enough about her motives to come here again.
I wasn’t thrilled she was here demanding my attention. A few problematic flings over the last years made me realize I didn’t really understand some women. I always told them up front that I wasn’t looking for a relationship. I fucked them bent over the desk in my office or against the wall in the storage room. I never asked for their numbers. And they still tried to milk a commitment out of me.
Pretending not to know her wasn’t my style. Those types of visits were the downside of me spending almost all of my working hours at the bar, instead of in my back office. I couldn’t hide from people I didn’t want to talk to.
Hannah Spencer was currently on the top of that list.
Tracy occupied the number four spot, right after my little sister Clementine at number three. My overbearing mother came in second, right after little Spencer. Normally I put my mother on the number one spot on any list of people I didn’t want to socialize with, but Hannah managed to push her off the top with her show last Saturday. And that said a lot about the girl. My mother had twenty-seven years of experience of antagonizing me, yet Hannah managed to upstage her.
“Trixie,” I flashed Tracy a smile when I finally reached her, deliberately using the wrong name. “Can I offer you a drink?”
“It’s Tracy,” she said without a hint of irritation in her voice or on her face. “I was hoping to talk to you. In private.”
Tracy was exactly my type. Easy going, available. She had a killer body and her blowjob technique was better than average. I also wasn’t against having a fuck buddy. I had plenty over the years. But there were a few women with stalker tendencies who taught me to be extra careful while offering that arrangement to anyone.
“Sorry, doll. It’s Friday night and the place is full.”
Not to mention Chloe would come to my office in fifteen minutes, just like every other Friday.
“We could make it a quick talk. I don’t mind.”
She licked her scarlet lips. I had better chances of getting rid of her on time on her terms than convincing her to just leave. I pointed to the back door with my chin. She stood up revealing her black leather skirt and high heels that matched the color of her lipstick. I lifted my gaze up to her cleavage. Her strapless top was almost nonexistent. It looked like an underwear, made entirely out of black lace. It ended right above her navel. She wasn’t wearing a bra and I could see her nipples though the fabric.
I placed my hand on her waist and navigated her thought the crowd. The bar was full to the brim. It was too hot. The customers were already getting loud. The aroma of her flowery perfume got mixed with the scent of alcohol and sweat and I was loving it. I loved those dirty fucks where everything is about satisfying your primal needs.
We entered my office. I turned my back to her to lock the door and when I turned to face her she was already sitting on my desk, her legs spread apart. She wasn’t wearing anything under that tiny skirt. My type of a hookup. I raised a finger in the air.
“I don’t want a relationship.”
“I remember.”
“I currently have an opening for a fuck buddy though,” I approached her slowly and raised a questioning brow. “My last one got engaged and decided she should only suck her fiancé’s dick from now on.”
“Bummer,” she whispered and started rubbing me through my jeans. I pressed my thumb against her clit without any foreplay and her spine shoot up straight like an arrow.
My phone buzzed in my pocket. It had done that quite a lot in the past few days. Ever since I decided to return my sister’s calls. Not that I did it because of her perky blond friend. I did it for myself. I didn’t trust Hannah not to guide my entire family straight to me. After all that’s what she threatened to do.
I glanced at the screen. Clementine was calling. She had to catch a flight to Boston in twelve hours. We already had a reservation for a restaurant for the dinner on Saturday. She made it of course. No doubt asking her BFF about a recommendation. She sure as hell didn’t ask me.
I didn’t have time for a talk. I barely had time to fuck Tracy. But what if my little sister decided to organize a surprise early visit? I couldn’t afford it on any other night of the week, because showing up here once would mean it was open doors from that moment on. But on Friday night? I would never allow my sister or any other member of my family anywhere near this place on a Friday night.
Tracy looked puzzled with the delay. I decided to use my incoming phone call to check my sister’s whereabouts and test Tracy’s understanding on where we stood. My thumb was still on her clit, rubbing it slowly, when I answered my phone. She just lay back on the desk, spreading her thighs even wider.
Could be a good fuck buddy material after all.
“Say what you have to say, little monster. I am entertaining a lady.” A gagging sound filled my ear.
“You said you were working tonight.”
“I am. But you know I can’t resist temptation. You are coming tomorrow, right?”
Translation: Please confirm you are not physically in the same state as me in that very second.
“Yes. Don’t worry,” she laughed, assuming I was worried she might decide not to come. “Are you going to wait for us at the airport?”
She meant her and her fiancé Lucas. I genuinely liked the guy. I liked everyone actually. Especially when I didn’t have to spend a lot of time with them. I considered the possibility of waiting for them at the airport. Clem would ask to visit my place. And I would have to come up with an excuse why she couldn’t. Then I would have to watch her disappointed face at that restaurant.
No. Hannah Spencer got me into this. The least she could do was to go sit around at the fucking airport and then act like a guide to the happy couple for the day.
“I can’t. You should ask Hannah though. I am sure she would love to wait for you guys. She could help you find your hotel too.”
That girl was a total people pleaser. I was sure she would do it for Clem with the same enthusiasm she would do it for her neighbor’s third cousin she had never met.
I caught a glimpse of Tracy. She was examining her nails. That’s when I realized I had removed my hand from between her legs without even noticing.
“Oh, yeah. She already offered. I just wanted to check if you wanted to come.”
Pretending I was dumb and couldn’t get a hint, I reminded my sister there was a woman waiting for my attention. She replied with more gagging sounds, then hung up on me, which was exactly what I was aiming for.
I checked the time. There wasn’t much left. A second later a loud knock came from the other side of the door. It was more of a bang, than a knock, and it came a few minutes earlier than it should have. Chloe obviously had seen me coming in here with Tracy.
“The party is over for tonight, Tracy. Give me your phone.”
I added my number to her contacts, dialed myself for save her number and helped her get down from my desk.