EroticReverie

Alessandra

I'm wiping down the bar, in a pair of dark skinny jeans, my sneakers and look tank top, my long black hair piled up in a messy bun ontop of my head.  I hear the door open and the sound of footsteps.

"sign still says closed" I call over without looking up.

"Good morning to you too beautiful" Her low velvet purr reaches my ears, my hand stopping and I lift my head. 

"Sarin." I say with a small smile, and a small bite of my lip that involuntary, the same way my nipples tighten in my bra is involuntary. 

Sarinna Santana. Named after  the poison Sarin. The name she preferred to go by as well. She walks in with a smooth confidence, her dark hair, shaved on the sides, the top longer and slicked back. I swallow down my nerves and my libido that's ringing every fucking horny little bell in my body as I look at the tattoos visibly on her neck , and on her hands. I  know she has others but I've never seen them, because Sarinna always wore suits. Always in black, and the only thing that ever changed were the blouses or dress shirts underneath. Today she wore all black, even her dress shirt, the front buttons undone, just enough to let me see a peak of the tattoo that laid across her collar bone area.

"Your old man here?" Sarinna asks with a small smirk, when she catches me looking, but when I look up her eyes are doing just the same, peeking down the front of my loose tank top. I don't move, I let her look.

"He is NOT my old man." I say and she just hums, her pretty blue eyes and long lashes lifting to my eyes. 

"He know that?" she asks of Angelo, who is thirty two, and owns a part of this restaurant and bar with my father. By old man, she means boyfriend, fiance, or husband. Which Angelo was none of those no matter how bad my father pushed me to give him a chance, no matter how relentless Angelo was with his attempts and invites to dinner. Knowing him he'd take me to dinner right here in the restaurant I baretend in every day. 

"Yes, he knows." I give a little narrow of my eyes and stick out my tongue slightly making Sarinna's lips tug up on one side. 

"And no, Angelo isn't in yet." I say and pick up my damp rag and continue to wipe down the counter. 

Sarinna sits down. "Good, that means I get to sit and talk with my favorite bartender." 

I look at her across the bar and roll my eyes with a tiny smile. 

Sarinna Santana was twenty nine, five foot ten, and the most attractive person I'd ever seen. She had a tiny little scar over her upper lip that often caught my attention because I wanted to run my fingertip over it, ask her where she got it, and maybe run my tongue over it too.  She was also the Romeo to my Juliet. While our families weren't violent enemies, they were still enemies, yet had some agreement of civility, and working together when needed. 

I had no urge to get into the shady dealings my father and brothers did, or Angelo, or anyone, and I wasn't sure what Sarinna got out of being involved, or what she even really did. I often only saw her when she was bringing money to the restaurant, or taking meetings with Angelo. 

"How's the puppy?" I ask with a little smile. Sarinna had told me the last time I saw her a few weeks ago, she was going to get a new puppy from a breeder. I'd scrunched my judgemental nose and told her she should adopt. 

"She's great." she says and reaches inside of her jacket and pulls out her phone, I stop wiping down the counter and lean over when she reaches her hand out , holding her phone. 

"That's not a puppy." I say looking at the large bully looking breed on her phone. 

"I got her from the Rescue on Delores Street" she says and I lift my eyes, my heart warming, my lips spreading with a smile. 

"Oh." I say and she cocks a brow, then swipes the photo again, and the sweet dog that looked miserable in the first photo behind the gate of the rescue, is snuggled up along side Sarinna, on the couch and Sarinna is holding out her phone. While I should be looking at the puppy, I'm looking at the additional bits of skin and tattoo revealed as she wears nothing but a white fitted ripped tank top. I can make out the shadow of a nipple poking at the fabric and lick my lips and try to look at the dog. 

"So cute." I say with a smile and tone of adoration. 

"I know the puppy isnt too bad either right?" she teases and I look at her, rolling my eyes again. 

"so what made you get a rescue?" I ask, cocking my head. "You were dead set on the breeder when we spoke last." i say pulling back. 

"Don't act coy. You know it was because of you." she says and shoves her phone back into her jacket and I hide my proud smile. 

"well, I'm glad you chose to adopt...and Im sure she is too." I say of her new dog. 

"What's her name?" I ask.

She grumbles slightly and I cock a brow with a little laugh. "What?"

She just shrugs. "The previous owners already named her." 

"Mhm, and what's her name?" I ask. 

She looks at me with a sigh. "Elsa" 

I give a little giggle. "That's adorable." 

"Were you two watching Frozen together in that picture?" I ask nodding to her suit jacket where she tucked her phone. away.

"Very funny." She smirks. 

"We were in fact, NOT watching Frozen...but maybe you should come over sometime so we can all watch it together." she says and I look at her and bite my lip, and blush slightly. 

"Or we can watch literally anything else.....or watch nothing at all." Her voice goes softer and I swallow down the urge to say, yes,yes,yes,yes,yes over and over, because I know my father and Angelo and everyone else would absolutely lose their shit if I "befriended" Sarinna. And let's be honest, I didn't want to just befriend her, I wanted to dirty, filthy thing with her, and take all those clothes off her and let her command my mouth and tell me everywhere she wanted me to put it. 

"I can't." I say, my eyes going to her mouth, that little scar.

She leans over the bar, leaning on her elbow, bringing her face closer to mine. 

"C'mon , don't you want to be a bad girl?" she asks with a small smirk, her voice barely a whisper and I watch her bite her lower lip as her eyes go to my mouth. 

My breath hitches as I part my mouth slightly, the sound of the door and two sets of feet, break me out of my stupor as I turn my head, and Sarinna drops herself back onto the stool and sits up. 

Angelo and Vincent don't even notice either of us until their further in the door, speaking to each other in Italian. Stopping in their tracks. 

"You're early." Angelo huffs and Vincent murmurs something in Italian and glares at Sarinna, muttering to himself as he walks past her , Angelo walking to the bar.

"Always with the pleasantries Vinny" Sarinna says over her shoulder with a small laugh to herself. Angelo tries to level her with a glare, that's often intimidated me when I'm "out of line" according to him, but it doesnt shake Sarinna at all. She just sits there and looks at him. 

"I can wait if you're not ready." She says and he snarls slightly. He looks to me, and I just look at him confused, what the hell do I have to do with this?

"I don't need you hanging around Alessandra, I'm ready. Follow me." he nods off to the side and I open my mouth to protest. To tell him he doesnt get a say in who I can talk to or hang out with, but I shut my mouth immediately, because I remember all too well the boys I tried to sneak around on dates with, had somehow always mysteriously ended up with black eyes and stopped talking to me. My fathers doing, but I know for a fact Angelo wouldnt hesitate to do the same. Even if I wasnt a little girl anymore, even I was almost twenty one, they would still lose their shit, because in all of THEIR minds, it was inevitable I would end up with Angelo. Little did they know, around the time I graduated, I realized I might not like the male population as much as I thought I did. 

The night of my senior ball, with all of my girl friends and I sharing a hotel room, after sharing a some drinks, and getting tipsy, we'd made out, just for laughs, except when all of the others had fallen asleep, it was me and my best friend Mariella, that snuck into the bathroom to continue to make out "just for fun."  After that , we snuck around with one another, our sleepovers more frequent, and our orgasms more frequent as well. I thought I was falling in love, until I was smacked in the face by the news she was dating a guy.  I was crushed. Now she was already engaged to the guy a few years later, with her first baby on the way. 

I watch Sarinna look over her shoulder at me as she rounds the corner, and gives me a quick wink with her little devils smirk. I look at the clock and bite my lip, wondering if I have enough time to finish readying the bar before we open, to carve out a little time, alone in the restroom for all the dirty thoughts I was having of Sarinna. 

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Fifteen minutes later, with another fifteen to spare until opening, I take my purse and dash to the bathroom. I walk into the handicapped stall and hang my purse on the hook and dig into my purse for the little bullet shapped travel vibrator and twist it on to the only setting. A steady buzz, not too loud, but still loud enough for anyone to hear if they were in here, but we're not open and it's fine. I lean against the wall as I unbutton my jeans and unzip them, then slide my hand down into my panties. I curse at how wet I am, how the tip of the small toy slips right along my lips, I drag it a few times through my lips and then rest it on my clit as I push my head against the wall and close my eyes. 

I could drag it out a few more minutes, I have the time, or I could go over that edge right now, it was so easy to cum when I was already soaked, when I had the right fantasies flowing through my mind. 

I bite my lip and let out a soft moan, and exhale a curse and rub my clit in circles with the toy, my hips bucking.

My eyes fly open when I hear the door to the bathroom open. I gasp. I couldnt just wait, leave my hand down my pants, because whoever it was would hear it. But if I took it out of my pants, it would be even louder for a moment before I was able to twist it off. 

I quickly lift my hand out of my jeans, and my heart lurches as I watch the fucking portable little clit massager slip from my fucking hands and onto the floor, clacking and buzzing at it jumps and rolls out from under my stall into the main area of the bathroom

"Shit" I hiss, mortification heating my cheeks. 

I wince and debate just dying right here in the bathroom. I should have locked the fucking door, who was in the bathroom anyways, we werent even...

I see a tattood hand with slender fingers, and silver rings that I know all too well, slip the toy from the floor and then the buzzing stops and my heart is racing. I inhale, when the stall door is pressed open slowly, I had event latched it! 

A slow smirk spreads over Sarinna's face.

"I think this belongs to you." she says, taking a look at my unbuttoned jeans and then back up at me, stepping into the  stall and I take it. Reaching out my hand. 

i can tell she wants to make a joke, or tease me or say something, but she just gives little laugh and turns and leaves the stall.

I exhale as I shake my head, telling myself I'm stupid, shoving the toy back into my purse and rezipping my jeans and buttoning them, grabbing my purse and walking out of the stall to find Sarinna near the door. She smirks. 

"Not gonna finish?" she cocks her head. 

I grit my teeth. "Don't, I'm already embarrassed" 

She jerks her head back slightly, her brows pinching. "Embarrassed? Why?

"Because." 

"You should finish." she says. I let out a small huff. 

"Stop it." I say and go to step to the door but she slides in front of it. 

"What are you-" I pause as he hand that reaches out grabs my purses gently and slips it off my shoulder and sets it on the counter. 

"Let me help you finish Alessandra." she says with a slight flick of her eyes down and then back up and reaches over, turning the lock to the door.

"What?" I almost stammer. 

She walks over to me, pinning me against the counter of the sink as she cages me in and brings her mouth dangerously close to mine. 

"Tell me what you were thinking about while touching yourself." she whispers and I whimper, and shake my head. 

She grins. "me too." she says and I look at her, she was only four inches taller, but the way she hovered over me made me feel so small against her. 

"What do you mean me too?" I ask. 

"I think about you often when I need a release." she says and my mouth drops. 

"Sarin" I say her name and she presses closer.

"Let me help you, so you have something real to think about the next time you touch yourself." she says and I whimper. 

"I can't"I whisper. "I have to go to work." Trying to give a valid excuse. She lifts her watch and smiles. 

"You've got six minutes." she says with a smiles and with a cocky grin adds..."I'll only need half that."