EroticReverie

Colson

Walking out of the coffee shop, I make sure to look at the barista boy, when I open the door for Kate. I give him a shake of my head. I knew Jake Garvey. I knew what a slug he was. It was a warning. To keep his slimey hands off of the new girl. Not cause I wanted her, because I didnt. Did I like messing with her last night, just to see her face flush red? Sure. But a girl like Kate, would never work for me. Gorgeous as hell, but just...no. 

I shouldnt have offered to look at her car. Because that's what friends do, or guys that are interested in a girl do. Okay, so, fuck, maybe I was into her. Obviously. She sealed the deal on my interest when she'd drunkenly yelled at me, and called me a big cock, and told me I had one.  Yeah, I was a dick to her last night, because I couldnt afford to be nice to her. I couldnt afford to want to do the things I wanted to do to the girl with the pretty, peeping blue eyes and long wavy blonde hair that smelled like strawberries. 

I'd dated a girl a few years ago, that I'd dated since we were 21. We were fucking engaged when I found her in our bed with a guy she didn't even know. A one night stand, that she was having while I was out of town. Not expecting me to come home early to surprise her.  I couldn't afford to trust another woman. Not after that. And to be honest, I didnt need one. I was doing just fine on my own. 

Last night, turning around and finding Kate standing in her window, her eyes locked on my naked body, the want in her fucking eyes, the way I watched her legs press together, and her chest heave as she took a deep breath taking me in.  I wasn't pissed cause she'd accidentally played peeping Tom on me after a shower.  I was mad because I hated how much the lust in her eyes as she drank me in, stirred something in me. I liked her eyes on me, i missed being looked at like that. I wasn't sure any female had ever looked at me like that.  I couldnt afford to let her look at me like that, no matter how bad I wanted it. 

So that's why I was a dick to her, hoping it would deter her. But god damnit, when she came over and started handing my ass to me, I couldnt help but toy with her, flirt with her a little bit. And then, walking into the coffee shop, finding sleeze ball Jake Garvey giving her eyes like he wanted to fuck her, and her giggling and smiling, and handing him back his phone. No. I couldnt let that happen. Why it was my problem, I wasnt sure. I shouldnt give a fuck. I couldnt give a fuck. But I did anyways. 

As we step out onto the side walk. 

"That kid is a scumbag. Stay away from him." I say to her. She scoffs a little laugh. 

"Um, okay Dad." she says and walks down back towards the apartment. 

"I'm serious. I mean...do what you want, I don't give a shit, but I'm just warning you." I say and she looks up at me as we walk.

"Thanks for the advice." she says with a little roll of her eyes. 

I suck my teeth and bite my tongue, because I couldnt just shit all over Jake without seeming like I gave too much of a shit. So I dropped it. 

"I have to head into work. But I'll be home around six, and I can take a look at your car then." I tell her and she nods.

"sure. Thanks." she says as she walks up the steps to her apartment.

"Kate." I say her name, and it sounds like a growl. 

She turns, hand on the railing and looks at me. 

"I'm not an asshole." I say. And I'm not sure why I say it. I should want her to think I am one. 

A small smile is hidden on her face as she just nods. 

"Okay." she says. 

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Kate

I walk back into my apartment with a little smile on my face and blood pumping from just being in Colson's company for the past half hour. 

I shut the door, drop my purse and make my way to my bedroom, flipping open my suit case, and digging into the bottom, where I find it. 

Pressing the power button to see if it still holds a charge. The vibrator buzzes to laugh and I hold it to my chest as I throw my head back and thank the gods above. 

"thank god" I whisper to myself and turn it back off as I slip off my jeans and pull off my sweater, and get comfy in my bed, under my ridiculous new covers and close my eyes as I turn it back on and play Colson's deep voice in my head, and the way he warned me from the tattooed barista boy. The way he offered to look at my car. The way he told me he wanted to even the score last night. I bite my lip, my nerves already wound so tight, and I make myself cum within minutes. Or more so, Colson does, with the memory of his glorious, god tier cock, and his six foot five body of a man that could probably rip a fucking tree from the ground with those fucking muscles.  And I may or may not make myself cum a second time. 

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After settling my nerves and my hormones I throw my clothes and boots back on and go out, walking around the close places with hiring signs, picking up applications at the four stores I find. One a boutique for what appears to be older women, at least that's what the clothes suggest, then a corner store bodega, a small crystals shop, and then a little pizza joint. 

I know I saw a restaurant near by when I was driving around, so I decide to trek another block down before I turn around and bo back to the apartment. 

There it is after I turn the corner. Hale House. I walk across the lot with only a few cars in it and make my way inside the front door. 

A young brunette smiles. 

"Oh sorry, we don't open for another hour ma'am" she says. 

I look around the place. A large bar  runs along the center of the place, with high stools all around it, then high top tables nearby on each side. Towards the outer parts of the restaurants are lower tables, and booths. 

"Actually, I was just wondering if you were hiring?" I ask the brunette. 

"Oh!" she says. "Sorry, sure, just let me check with my boss!" she says cheerily, and I dont think its a fake customer service front at all , the girl seems like a doll. 

I turn around and keep looking at the place , the large keg barrells hanging on the ceiling over the bar, the dozens of taps that run along the one side of the bar, and I blink. I dont think Id ever seen that much variety of beer at a bar before. 

I walk further in and just keep peeking around. 

"You serious?" the voice comes to me, making my jolt, and I turn. 

I blink several times. 

"Shit." I say as Colson stands there, and flips a hand towel over his shoulder. 

He cocks a brow. 

"You're the one looking for a job?" he asks. 

"I...I uh..I didn't know you worked here." I say. 

"I don't." he says. 

My brows pinch in confusion. "Oh?" 

"I own it." he says and my jaw drops slightly. 

"Oh." I nod. "I didn't know you...I won't....I'll just go." I say and turn. 

"Kate." his voice makes my toes curl in my white ankle boots and my pussy throbs. Jesus. I scold my vagina. I just took care of you! I yell inside of my head at it. 

I turn. 

He looks at me. 

"What are you looking to do?" he asks and then crosses his arms and looks at me. 

"I uhm..I was thinking maybe waitress?" I ask. 

"Hm." he says. "I don't need a waitress right now. Or if I did, it wouldn't be that many hours." he says. 

I nod. "It's okay I probably should just go, I dont think it's a good ide-"

"You know anything about bar tending?" he asks. 

I shut my mouth and go to open it, but he shakes his head. 

"Doesnt matter, all you have to know how to do is pour a beer, use a bottle opener, and fill a shot glass. Can you do that?" he asks. 

My mouth opens and shuts, and opens again. 

"Uh, yeah" I say. 

"One of our girls last week is this week...we can use another bar hand at night." he says. 

"How many nights a week?" I ask. 

"Five or six." he says. 

I nod. "Sure." 

"Um, how much is the pay?" I ask wincing, wondering if that's inappropriate to ask. 

"Well i'm sure it's not gonna be enough to buy you designer clothes, but you make minimum wage. $14.49 an hour. Plus your tips." he says. 

"Tips on a good night...sometimes you can leave with a few hundred or more." he says and I nod. 

"Are you sure?" I ask. "About me working here?" 

He cocks his head. "Nope." he he pops the p.

"But it'll keep you out of trouble." he says and I smile a little. 

"Away from Barista boy?" I ask. He snarls slightly. 

"Among other creatures of his sort." he says. 

"It's a bar, you're telling me there's not gonnabe questionable patrons at your establishment?" I ask waving my hand around at his restaurant and bar. 

"None that I can't handle when they get out of line." he says. 

"My house. My rules." he says. 

"So tough Colson." I tease and then study him. 

"Do I have a uniform?" I ask. 

He shrugs. 

"Jeans, and a black shirt, no logos, unless its ours." he says. 

I nod. 

"When can I start?" I ask. 

"Tonight. I want you here at 8." he says. 

I nod. 

He sucks his teeth. 

"I can bring you...after I look at your car." he says. 

I bite my lips together. 

"Is that the norm? Complimentary ride to work on the first day from the boss?" I tease and he narrows his eyes.

"Dont make me fire you already Kate." he says and I feel the corner of my mouth lift. 

"Of course not boss. Sorry." I say with a smile and then hold out my hand. 

He stares at it. 

"I have a really good handshake." I say. 

"And I need you to shake my hand to make it official. And let my perfect handshake let you know what a professional I am." I say and he almost cracks a smiles. 

He finally uncrosses his arms and slides his hand over mine. My damn vagina screams at the way his large hand engulfs mine.

"Usually the hands I shake arent this big" I say to myself as I try to work my best handshake on him. He grips my hand and I look up, and swallow. 

His eyes are intense as he gently drops my hand. 

"I'll be outside by your car at six. Bring me the keys." he says and I nod. 

"yeah, okay" I say and he turns with a nod and walks to the back of the house and through the kitchen.

I was really going to do this? Work here? With him? I was going to be dropping beers thinking about my neighbor/boss and his giant dick. 

I turn and head for the door and the sidewalk, and book it home for another self love session.