Capítulo 5: Body Shots
She leaned back against his chest, took his arms, and wrapped them around her waist. She was so small, and his arms were so big that he could touch each elbow with the opposite hand. She turned her head and craned her neck, looking at him.
"She's right, you know. I don't come this way often; I don't live nearby."
"Which is good. If she lived closer, she would be in here all the time kicking the shit out of the clientele," Blondie muttered.
"How are you going to get home?" he asked.
"I am going to take a Lyft or an Uber."
"You said you didn't live close. That would be an expensive ride."
"I made a good chunk of money tonight. Cost is no problem," she said.
"How did you get here?"
"My wingman brought me. Then he flew away."
"I can take you home," Dean said.
"You would do that?"
She turned to face him.
"It's on the west side."
"You could get a piggyback ride all the way home if you ask the right person," Blondie commented.
"Of course, I would love to spend a little more time with you."
"Good looking, kind, generous, did I say good looking?"
"Yes, you did."
His smile was beautiful. It raised his cheekbones and slightly squinted his eyes.
She wrapped his arms around her waist. He pulled in close. Her face was within inches of his, and they were locking eyes. He could feel her breath on his lips. It was intoxicating.
Was she going to kiss me? Dear God, please let her kiss me, he thought.
"Hey, Cowboy?"
"Yes."
"Ever do a body shot?"
"I don't even know what that is," he was looking into her eyes.
"Wanna see?"
"I will look at whatever you want to show me."
"Go get two shots, salt and limes. Okay?" she asked.
"Um, okay. Coming right up."
He came back a minute later with all the necessary ingredients.
"I'll do mine first. Now, pay attention so you can do yours."
She took his head and slowly tipped it to the side, exposing his neck.
He looked a little confused.
"You're not going to suck my blood, are you?"
She let out a laugh.
"No. But we can revisit the subject of sucking later if you like."
She saw his ears turn bright red. He sat there wondering exactly what he got himself into. Whatever it was, he didn't want out.
Allie stood on the footrest of the stool. Her breasts were right in front of his face. She bent over and slowly ran her tongue up his neck.
He shuddered.
She did it twice. She took the salt and carefully put it on the damp spot she had made up his neck.
"I think I am starting to understand now," Dean said.
"Do you now?" she asked, picking up the wedge of lime.
"Remember it's lick it, slam it, suck it."
I will remember this for the rest of my life, he thought, still feeling her tongue on his neck.
"Open."
She held the lime in front of his mouth.
He opened his mouth slightly.
"Bite," she said.
He held the lime widthwise between his teeth.
She took the shot and nestled it between his thighs.
"Are you ready?"
"Ah-uh," he said.
Allie slowly licked the salt off his neck. She could feel his goosebumps erupt. She put her head in his lap. She could feel the heat radiating from him. She wrapped her lips around the top of the shot of tequila and tossed her head back; the liquid burned her throat. Allie sucked the lime from in between his teeth. Her lips gently brushed his. She bit the lime and took it from his mouth. She
drained the lime of all its juice and dropped the rind into the empty shot glass.
She stepped away from him.
He sat there silently for a moment.
"Holy fucking shit. I bet more people would do tequila shots if you did them like that," he said.
David raised his hand off the table. "I am more than willing to try tequila again."
Dean threw him a glance.
What? David mouthed at him.
Allie smiled mischievously at Dean. "Now, Cowboy, the only question you need to ask yourself is where are you going to put the salt."
"Holy fuck, dude, how do you get so fucking lucky?" Scott asked rhetorically. "Can we please stop encouraging him to come out with us?"
"Well? Where?" she asked, pulling her shirt down and exposing her cleavage. "I suggest right here."
She pointed to the rounded top of her right breast. Hanging in between them was a bullet on a piece of leather rope.
"Oh, I can't fucking believe this," David said with animosity.
"I've seen her do this before; believe me, you want to be him right now. Just wait; it's only going to be more painful for you to watch a little later," Blondie said.
"I so want to be him right now," Brad said.
"I would give my left nut to be him right now," Scott added to the conversation.
Dean looked at her and said nothing.
"It's okay. In fact, I insist on it."
"Dude, she's insisting, don't insult the woman," Blondie said.
Dean took a deep breath and let it out, sounding like a train whistle.
"I would never want to insult you, Allie," he said.
He threw his friends a glance. She stepped in between his legs. He bent over and slowly licked the crest of her breast twice. He took the salt and carefully covered the wet spot. He picked up the lime and put it between her teeth, and then he picked up the shot. He noticed that her nipple had become erect. He couldn't believe how fortunate he was right now.
"Do it." She sounded as if she was demanding it.
He ran his tongue over the salt. He did the shot, gently brushed his lips against hers, and took the lime. It was as if he was moving in slow motion. He dropped the rind into the shot glass.
"Well, how did you like that..." she leaned forward and whispered in his ear, "Dean."
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He felt a wave of adrenaline rush through his body. She said his name for the first time. He started to feel a little lightheaded. He began to grow hard inside of his jeans.
He whispered into her ear.
"That is the most erotic thing I have ever experienced in my life. I could die happy if the Lord took me right now."
She ran her fingers up the inside of his thigh. She didn't go up extremely far on the right side when she felt the long, large lump growing, tightening the denim.
"Come dance with me!" she exclaimed as if the thought had suddenly occurred to her.
"No. I don't dance," he said.
"Do you know how to have sex?"
"Yes. I know how to have great sex."
"Well, then, you should be a great dancer!"
"How do you figure?"
"Because it's all in the hips," she said, swaying her hips from side to side. "So come on, Cowboy."
"Allie, I really don't think...."
She took him by the hand and pulled him off the stool. He knew it was not a battle he would win, and his daddy always told him to pick his battles carefully. He reluctantly let her drag him across the room towards the dance floor. She stopped at the jukebox and turned to him.
"Wouldn't be able to break a hundred-dollar bill, would you?" she asked.
"How about I take care of it," he said.
He pulled a wad of cash from his pocket. It was neatly folded and tucked into an engraved gold money clip.
"DES? Who's that?"
"That would be me."
He peeled off a ten and handed it to her. She fed it to the jukebox.
"So, what do you want to play?" he asked.
"I have a couple of favorites. How much do you want me to turn you on?"
"Well, I am a red-blooded American heterosexual male."
"That helps."
"Dude, don't let her pick. I hope you like the color blue," Blondie warned.
She scrolled through the catalog till she found the songs she wanted to play. She took his hand and pulled him to the floor the rest of the way. He feigned resistance. Her first song cued up. Sex and Candy from Marcy Playground.
She swiveled her arms above her head in the opposite direction of the gyration of her hips. He stood watching her. She took the clip from her hair. Golden waves tumbled down, resting on her shoulders and cascading down her back like a waterfall. He had no idea her hair was that long. He only knew how incredible it smelled when she was close to him. He looked back at his friends. They exchanged looks. Scott raised his eyebrow and pursed his lips. Brad smiled and rolled his eyes.
Blondie recommended, "David if you ever go out again, leave him at home. At least give yourself a fighting chance."
David just glowered at Dean.
"I think we won't invite him next time," David said.
"He already got the girl. I'm sure he's not going to let this one go. I don't think we have to worry about him getting the girl next time," Brad said.
"Come on! Dance with me!"
"I really don't think you want that to happen. Big guys like me aren't made for dancing," he said. "Have you ever heard of a wallflower? I'm the wall. You seem to have it under control."
"Oh, Cowboy, the last thing I am is under control," she said.
She hooked her finger into the waistband of his jeans and pulled him close. He put his arm around her waist. She turned, putting her back to his chest. She popped her chest out, bent her knees, and pushed her ass into him. He stood there taking it all in, her moving her ass, hands on her knees. He looked back at his friends. On his face was a mischievous smile.
She turned and faced him; she was mouthing the chorus.
'I smell sex and candy here.
Who's that lounging in my chair?
Who's that casting devious stares in my direction?
Mama, this surely is a dream.'
David yelled over the music, "If you're just going to stand there, I can come and show you what to do!"
Dean answered by giving him the middle finger.
Her hand in the air moving with the rhythm of her body, it waved like a flag in the wind. Her eyes were closed, and she was rolling her head from side to side. As much as he wanted another song, his erection was being smothered by the denim.
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"How many songs did you pick?" he asked.
"I picked three. Two to dance to and one for us to dance together, whether you want to or not," she said.
The second song cued, 'Casual Sex' from My Darkest Days. Oh, dear Lord, he thought. He had heard this song in a strip club he went to for his birthday last summer. She threw her arms around his neck.
"What's wrong? Do you not like this song?"
"No, no. I like this song... a lot."
He put his hand on the small of her back and pulled her in, their bodies bumping together.
"Wow, I guess you like it a lot," she said. "I can stop. We can have a safe word."
"How about blue balls? That would be appropriate for the situation," Blondie quipped.
She put her back to his chest, slithered, and dropped it low. She did the same in reverse all the way back up. She was the stripper; he was the pole. He didn't know if he could stand there any longer. He was getting... uncomfortable. She faced him and put his arm back around her waist. She bent her back over his arm slowly. It looked like something he had seen his sister do in gymnastics. She sprung back quickly, and he bent his neck down. They were now inches away from each other, eye to eye, nose to nose, lips to lips.
"You want to kiss me, don't you?" she purred.
"Right now, there is nothing more in life I want to do."
They stood like that for several seconds, staring into each other's eyes; their breath was warm on each other's lips.
He couldn't take it anymore. He grasped the back of her head and pulled her the last inches that separated them. Their lips collided with each other. They unleashed the sexual tension that had been between them since they laid eyes on each other. They kissed open-mouthed, their tongues touching. They couldn't kiss hard enough, deep enough; the hunger and greed for each other was inescapable. The energy that surged between them was strong enough to light up the city. David cleared his throat loudly. They just continued, trying desperately to absorb each other.
"CARRON!"
The noise broke their beautiful oblivion.
"Hi. Yes, I totally hate to interrupt this exceptionally provocative encounter, which I firmly believe the saying get a room was created for, BUT it's getting late. And we don't have a beautiful woman hanging on us like a coat.
"I am so sorry I got lost in the moment," she said.
Much to his dismay, Dean let go of her head, walked over, and pulled David aside.
"You guys go. Just send the car back here. By the time he is done, the bar will be closing."
"Bruh, you have no fucking idea how jealous I am right here, right now, standing on this piece of floor. You have such a cherry life, and I'm not sure you even realize it."
Dean looked back at her.
"I am perfectly aware of my life. I'm even jealous of myself right now. It's unreal."
David reached up and smacked him on the back of the head.
"Dude, what the fuck!" Dean yelped.
"Just wanted to let you know it's real," he said.
"No, you just wanted a reason to hit him and have him not hit you back," Blondie said.
"Be a bad boy and do everything I would want to do," David said.
He sat down and pulled her back to him.
She pulled his arm to stand him back up.
"Oh no. Don't you hear this song?"
He smiled and looked into her eyes.
"Yes, I do."
"And you know if Faithfully comes on, you are required BY LAW to dance."
"I think I have heard of that law. Don't need any problems with the cops."
They held each other and gently swayed back and forth while Journey serenaded them like two kids at a junior high school dance. She put her head on his chest and listened to his heart beating.
"You have a beautiful heartbeat. It's so strong, and its rhythm is beautiful," she said.
"I have never had anyone compliment me on my heartbeat."
He kissed the top of her head. She looked up at him, and they kissed more gently this time. She wanted to pull away but couldn't seem to do it. She doesn't do soft and gentle, with too many implications. The song ended, and they continued to sway for another minute.
"So, what do we do now?" he asked.
She looked up at him.
"You take me home."
She kissed him slowly; he savored it.
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