EroticReverie

Cecelia

"did you really?!" Millie's eyes light up as I tell her what happened with Rodger as we get ready to go work at Riptide. 

"ooh my god! Is it big?! How big!? Show me!" she squeals and I hush her.

"Keep your voice down, these walls are thin!" I hiss at her and she squeals and jumps from foot to foot.

"Oh god, it's huge isnt it!?" she whisper yells and I just laugh and shake my head and then shrug.

"It's ...decent." I say. 

"Decent?" She frowns. "Oh." 

i laugh. "I mean...yeah...it's big.....but..." I shrug again. 

"Okay, it was good...but..it was ...super fast...like..a few minutes...." I say.

"Ummm, probably cause you've got bomb pussy baby" she says and smacks my ass and I jump and roll my eyes.

"But he came...and then...fucking....didnt even TRY to get me off." I say and Millie shrugs.

"That's the basic male population for ya, you gotta demand that shit" she says. "Theyre all fucking lazy, and get dumb male brain after they nut." she says and then puts on her lipstick and smacks her lips in the mirror.

"I shouldnt HAVE to demand it...is that not what sex is supposed to be? An EXCHANGE of pleasure? Im not a fucking flesh light" I say and she laughs.

"I mean...you're not, but isnt it fun to get fucked like one sometimes?" she winks and nudges me and I roll my eyes. 

"Maybe by a dick that deserves it, but his...does not." I say and she gives a low whistle.

"Alright...well..." Millie shrugs. "Then we'll just have to look upon our patrons tonight and scope out some new possible dick for you" she says and I just laugh and pull my hair up into two pigtails. 

"Oh were doing the "Hi Daddy" hair tonight?" Millie asks, cocking her brow. "Bet" she says and then starts to do her hair the same. 

"You know it's what gets more tips." I say and Millie nods. 

"Mmmhmm, cause men are a bunch of fuckin perverts" she says and I smile at her in the mirror.

"They can imagine my hair as handle bars all they want as long as they fucking tip well." I smirk. 

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I'm behind the car with Millie and a few other girls, all of us wearing the read baywatch style one piece swim suits and pairs of tiny blue jean shorts and sneakers as we work behind the bar. 

It's been hours and already I can estimate each of us is going to leave with no less than three hundred bucks in tips. Riptide is an outdoor bar with a large, roped off area leading down to the beach. 

"Sound the dick alarm!" Millie yells into my ear over the music as she leans toward me while pouring shots. 

I laugh and look at her. And look to the guys in front of her, a gorup of four who look our age, as in, not twenty one. 

"No thanks!" I call over the music.

"not them!" she scrucnhes her nose. 

"I'm talking about the big bastard that's been eyeing you like he's the big bad wolf, read to chase you down!" she says and then nudges me and nods toward the far end of the bar, my eyes searching the line of bodies, the crown of people. I almost chalk it up to her being crazy, and decide to ignore her, but then my eyes find exactly who she's talking about. 

"Jesus" I audibly whisper, blinking several times. 

Standing at the other end of the bar, is a man, standing several inches about everyone else, he's standing behind a few girls and a few guys at the bar, two other tall guys, one muscular, with two red headed girls on either side of him, then the other guy with a brunette. 

My eyes go to the small twitch of his lips, the throat covered in tattoos, the tattooed hand that's lifting a brown bottle of beer to his lips. 

"If you dont go ask that man if he needs another drink, we are NOT friends anymore!" Millie yells then hip checks me to nudge me down the bar. 

I make my way down slowly, making sure to take other drink orders along the way. I didnt want to make it obvious that I was interested in the six foot eight man, who looked like a giant red flag. I mean...he just looked...bad....and dangerous. He looked like the kind of man who'd totally use me like a flesh light....but he also looked like he'd let me ride his face for weeks straight if I wanted to. Some men, you could just tell.....and the godzilla motherfucker still eyeing me whenever I looked at him....oh yeah...he would lick me fucking stupid. I just knew it. 

When I get to his end of the bar, the entire group he's with all give me their attention.

"Hey gorgeous." One of the girls says and gives me a wink and I blush.

"Hey" I smile my best flirtatious smile at her. "Can I get you all anything?" 

"you free later?" one of the other girls asks and I blink. 

"um, I work till close." I say with a nervous laugh. " I meant can I get you a drink?"

The corner of the "big bad wolf's" mouth turns up slowly as he watches the girls flirt with me.

"Sooooo, is that a no to being free later?" The third girls sing songs. 

What was this? Was I being invited to some kind of sex party?

"Umm, I'm not sure...i get out pretty late, did you want a drink?" I ask with nervous laughter, trying to be polite.

"We'll all take another beer." Mister giant man speaks up and my eyes widen at the deepness of his voice, and I forget how to swallow. 

"Yeah...yeah of course" I nod. "Coming right up." I practically pant. 

When I bring the beers back , they're all standing, the girls and the other two guys plucking their drinks from the bar counter.

"see you later Cecelia" one of the girls winks and my brows pinch. How did she know my name ? My brain doesnt worry about it for long as the tall one leans over slightly, handing me a hundred dollar bill his blue eyes on mine as I take the hundred from me. 

"Um, let me get your change." I say over the music. 

"Keep it." he says and I look at the hundred dollar bill. 

"That a lot, are you sure?" I ask. He just nods.

"My name is Ryker." he says , his deep voice vibrating the fucking air, cutting through the music and the loud chatter , and shooting itself into my ears and down to my cunt. 

"I'm Cecelia" I say. 

"I know." he smiles, the slow curve of his lips growing higher and he keeps his eyes on mine and I just blink.

"how do you know?" I ask, my head cocking.

"Just do." he says and then nods to my back pocket.

"Give me your phone" he says and I jerk my head back.

"What?" I half laugh.

"So I can put my number in it Cecelia." he says and oh fucking boy, the way this man says my name. I might fucking cum right here and now. I dont know how he does it, but I pull my phone out and hand it to him, as if hypnotized. 

His lips curve up higher. I watch him as he thumbs the screen. 

I watch him and then look down and he's scrolling through my contacts.

"Hey!" I say, and snatch my phone and he smirks. 

"Lots of guys names in that phone Cecelia." he says and I scoff.

"Theyre friends...and...and ...and its not even your business ANYWAYS" I say and shove my phone into my back pocket.

"Mm, I just made it my buisiness...Cecelia." he says and I feel my mouth drop open. The fucking audacity of this ...this...giant...hot...so fucking hot....oh god...what is going on? Where was I going with that train of thought, what's going on right now? Oh right...the audacity. I'm mad. At least...I should be. 

"You think so huh? You think cause you said hello to a girl and put your number in her phone that you already get to try to control her? Well newsflash RYKER" I bite out his name which only seems to amuse him.

"Newsflash Cecelia" he interrupts with a growl as he leans over the counter.

"You ever say my name like that again...I will bend you over my knee and paint your ass red with my hand." he warns and my mouth drops open further.

"You're fucking crazy..is that it? You delusional mother fu-"

"CAREFUL." he growls. 

I just blink at him and can't decide why the hell it's turning me on to have a fucking stranger stare at me that way, like he's literally about to jump over this counter and spank me. Fuck, do it. Do it you hot son of a bitch. Calm down Cecelia, jesus christ, this man is nuts. THIS is what you're into? Why cant you like Rodger? Three pump Rodger with the big dick that doesnt know how to use it? Why is your pussy weeping for a man you dont know that has thrown up a dozen red flags in the past few minutes of standing here. Cause you're a dumb bitch Cecelia, a dumb fucking bitch. I let my inner monologue run wild. 

"Or what?" I hiss as I slap my hands on the counter and I watch his nostrils flare. One side of his mouth climbing up ward, and my eyes drop to his lips and he licks them and I inhale as he leans so easily over the bar and brings his mouth to mine, and I can smell the cologne on him, smell the beer on his breath, and feel the hotness of his mouth as is brushes my ear.

"Or I'll fuck that little attitude out of you right here and now...bend you over this fucking counter and make you cum on my fucking cock till your mind melts Cecelia." HE growls and I let out a fucking squeak , my nipples pricking, my toes curling and ...shit...my knees fucking wobble. 

I should smack him, I should totally fucking slap him right across his hot fucking face. 

"Call me when you're done with work Cecelia." he growls in my ear. 

I exhale shakily and he pulls back and I watch him smirk, so fucking smugly, as he stands up tall and takes his beer, tossing a wink at me, before turning around and leaving the bar, and leaving my pussy bawling in my fucking swimsuit.