CHAPTER THREE : CALL ME SIR, BABY GIRL

My eyes went to Tracy, and I wondered if I should go with the stranger, but seeing her lean into the blond man as they locked lips openly, it was clear that she did not need me now, neither does she seem to be in any danger…or was it the alcohol talking?

“Let’s go,” I said, walking beside the stranger, as he moved to stand closer, his hands brushing lightly like feathers on my waist until we got to the bar.

The barman’s eyes widened almost bulging out of his head when he took in the man beside me, and as if some silent conversation went between them, he regained his composure, although his words still stuttered.

“What can I get for you ma’am,” he asked, making my eyes go to the man, as I waited for him to order, I was paying after all.

“Tequila,” he said, his eyes remained fixed and steady on mine, never shifting away, not even after the barman came back with his drink.

“The best premium Tequila we served today, my apologies we have nothing better at the bar sir. This cost three hundred dollars per glass…” The waiter said, as I choked on an imaginary spit, my eyes widening on what the waiter said.

Why is it so expensive? Why couldn’t he just serve a normal tequila, or order a normal cheap drink? This is definitely going to dent my pocket largely.

After losing my virginity today, I doubt I’ll ever step foot in a club again.

“Are you okay baby girl?” The man said, bringing my vision to his, I wanted to be angry at him for ordering such an expensive drink, but the genuine concern in his beautiful eyes melted all my anger away.

“Just peachy,” I said, with a slight blush.

His large hands ghosted over my face, landing on my now prominent cheek bones from lack of good food, but he didn’t seem to mind, as he rubbed the freckles lying there.

His hands running along with the dust of red blush I applied earlier with my slight shabby makeup, sending a delicious sensation through me—I leaned into touch, desperate to feel more, but his hands disappeared as quickly as they came, going to clench around his glass of drink as he picked it up, taking a sip.

“So tell me about yourself,” I said, the air feeling terribly awkward from my lack of social skills, and that was the only reasonable thing I could say.

“Do you really want to know about me, baby girl?

I’ll rather you know about how my cock would feel dipping in your tight soaking pussy, as you clenched around it while I fucked you into oblivion,” he said with a straight face like he was spitting facts, making my eyes widened in shock.

I took in his calm posture wondering how he can remain so cool after saying something as explicit like that.

My cheeks inflamed with red—growing hot, I was so sure by now I looked like I was dipped in fire.

My mind jumbled with the fact that I was not even a tiny bit repulsed by those words, rather they sent a pool of sensation down my spine, going directly to my womanhood which had already grown uncomfortable and swelling with lust just by sitting close to him, and breathing in his musky delicious scent.

“Would you like that baby girl? Would you like to know how my cock would feel wrapped around your pretty pink lips—as I make you choke on it till tears clouded your vision, while your pussy begged for my touch to make it cum?

And don’t lie to me, because I can feel it, how your pulse spikes up from my touches, just like this…beautiful,” he said, his finger tracing my collar bone, as he watched me, just exactly like he did all night, like I was the only one he could see.

My mouth grew dry from his touch, his words, his smell, and his dirty talks, and honestly…

“I would very much like to know that sir,” I said, seeing no reason to waste time in getting to know each other or deceive myself with even the thought of romance, I should just focus on the real reason I came here now, and that was to find a man to take my virginity.

“Good girl, and continue calling me sir, baby girl.”