EroticReverie

Lark Avery

I deal with about a million questions from Travis throughout the rest of my shift. Ontop of his questions, and not being able to focus, I forget about a million different things while serving, but thankfully my short skirt and tight top still field the same amount of tips from my customers. 

"I don't like that guy." Travis says no less than twenty times throughout the night. 

I can only imagine what Javier said to him, but I don't care enough to ask, because I'm still reeling over the fact he's even here. Still reeling over the fact his big fucking dick was hard when he lowered me, still fucking reeling that my fucking panties have been wet ever since. 

Travis pulls me aside at one point to continue his questions when it slows down enough for me to breathe. 

"He said you're family?"  he asks.

"We're LIKE family, he's not actually family." I say. 

"You fuck him?" Travis asks and I glare at him for that one. 

"You know I'm a virgin." I hiss at him quietly in the back near the coolers. 

"Yeah. That's what you tell me." he says. 

"Dont be a dick." I glare at him. 

"You fuck him or not?" he asks. "Cause he acts like he's fucked you." 

I grind my teeth together. "You're really pissing me off." I warn him. 

"Answer the fucking question Lark." 

"no!" I whisper yell. "I didnt fuck him! I'm a fucking virgin! I've never lied to you!" I hiss. 

"you suck his cock? huh? Why's he look at you like that?" he asks, now raising his hand and placing it against the cooler, backing me against it. Looking down at my cleavage. 

"no!" I say and shove at him. "I've never done anything with him! He's never laid a fucking finger on me! and you're being a fucking prick!" I shove him again and he places his other hand on my waist and pulls my waist to his, the other hand still on the cooler. 

"Then why's he look at MY fucking girl like he's fucked her huh? Why's he looking at you like your his?" he says and then slides his hand down my waist and up my skirt. 

"Travis, stop" I say and push his hand away. 

"Why's he lookin at you like he owns this pussy Lark?" he asks, shoving his hand back up my skirt and grabbing me by my pussy, and I yelp.

"stop" I whimper and push his hand away.

"Don't tell me to stop...it's mine aint it?" he says and then shoves his hand back up and then right down into my panties and I whimper, one of the girls walking around the counter, eyes going wide and then turning back around as Travis sinks a finger up into me. 

"yes, it's yours" I say. "Travis, please stop, we're at work" I grab his wrist and go to move it away, but he just slides a second finger in, making me wince. 

"Nah, he aint fucked you...cause that right there...is virgin pussy, aint it baby?" he asks and nudges his nose against my ear. 

"MY..virgin pussy" he says and slams his fingers hard inside of me and I yelp, grabbing his arm. 

I've only been dating Travis for two months. He's never acted like this. Yes, he gets jealous, and he's possessive, but not like this. He's never been aggressive with ME. He's never scared me before, but I guess true colors show when you're truly threatened by another man. 

"I think maybe tonight....you give me what I deserve Lark" he whispers and the words crash through me, my eyes burn with tears, his words so much like Thomas's when he'd tried to rape me. 

"Maybe i'll fuck you right in front of him Lark, show him that you're mine." he growls in my ears , a third finger pushing into me and I let out a small scream. I push at his hand. 

"stop, stop" I cry, but Travis grabs me by the throat and I cry harder as my head is pulled forward and then slammed back, just hard enough to make it hurt as it bounces against the metal cooler door, reminding me of Thomas, all of it too fucking similar. 

I start to fucking sob. His fingers drawing out. 

"Stop crying" he says and then crashes his mouth to mine, his fingers slick with my arousal that wasnt his to take, he wipes them on my skirt and then grabs my face and shoves his tongue into my mouth. 

"quit your crying baby" he groans. "i'm gonna be good to you tonight, so good Lark, I cant wait to fuck you baby" he licks my fucking mouth and I turn my head. He tightens his grip on my neck. 

"Um Lark?" A womans voice calls, my head turning, tears running down my cheeks. 

Travis grunts, turning his head as I look at Gina the hostess. 

"There's a Mr. Santos asking for you at the front." she says and Travis growls. 

"Tell him she's fuckin busy." he snarls and Gina just turns, but not before her eyes go to Travis's hand still around my throat and my tears streaming down my cheeks. 

"I dont want you seein him." Travis says, turning back to me. 

"Travis, he's my-"

"He's your NOTHIN" he says and now, he's fucking choking me, my eyes widening, and I grab his fingers, trying to pry them.

"You're gonna tell him to fucking get lost, you're gonna tell him you ain't interested, cause i KNOW what he wants Lark...he wants to fuck MY fucking girl, and it's not gonna happen, and you arent gonna say shit to him other than you dont want him staying around, send him home, you fuckin got it?" he growls and I nod, his grip loosening only slightly. 

"You're gonna fuck me tonight Lark." he says. "I waited long enough. You're fuckin me baby, got it?" 

I nod. "yes" I answer. 

"damn right" he says with a grin, and lick of his lips. 

"mmm, you're MY fucking girl" he says and grabs both of my tits now and squeezes them hard.

"i know you want that dick baby, grab on to it" he taunts and then grabs my hands places it on his dick. 

"yeah, that's all for you baby, all for that sweet virgin pussy" he grins and then kisses me and I whimper. His hand coming to my throat again as I take my hand away. 

"Fuckin grab it" he growls. I wince, my hand reaching back for his cock. 

"Get your fucking hands off her." An angry , pissed off Javier Santos growls from the end of the back line. Gina right behind him, her eyes worried, wondering if she's done the right thing. I sob with relief. 

"You can't be back here." Travis says, dropping his hand. 

"Javier" I croak as he moves like fucking lightning, and his hands slips into his pocket, as he walks across the back line and his fist comes out, decorated with a thick gold line, brass knuckles on his fingers , his other hand flying for Travis who is too dumb and stunned to move fast enough. 

It happens fast. One swing from Javier, has Gina screaming and Travis knocked out, slumping to the floor in a heap and Javier is grabbing my arm. 

"you just-" I stammer as he pulls me along, it's not hard, but he's pulling me from the back line as more workers come to see what's happened. Several shouts , but nobody dares to say anything to the tall six foot five , tan skinned god in the expensive suit, with murderous rage on his face as he hauls me out the back.

"you just-" I stammer again

"And i'll do worse , if we don't get the fuck out of here , right now, Little Bird." Javier snarls. 

I say nothing. I let Javier take me outside and to his SUV. I leave with the money in my apron, my purse and my phone and my belongings left in the restaurant.

"My purse is inside...my phone" I stammer as the SUV pulls away.

"I'll get you a new one." Javier says and I just swallow and he looks at me his jaw clenches.

"You said he was good to you." He says angrily. 

"He...he was....he got mad.....he thought you...I dont know.....he'd never put his hands on me like that..." 

"You're coming home with me." Javier huffs, and angrily pulls off his jacket, and pulls at his tie. 

"I can't I.."

"You're coming with me Lark!" he raises his voice.

"You can't make me move just because-"

"I'm not leaving you here when you clearly can't fucking be trusted to keep yourself safe." he growls angrily. 

"He was fine till you showed up!" I yell at him.

"Fine?" He laughs. 

"I didnt save you from that fucking cess pool crack house and fucking egg carton mattress for you to settle for "fine" Lark Avery" he snarls at me. 

"nobody asked you to save me!" I yell at him. 

"He was not FINE, and if it werent for me showing up, you'd have fucking settled for that piece of shit...you deserve better than that!" He yells right back. 

"I should go back there and fucking kill him." He growls before I can even answer.

"no, you shouldnt" I hiss. 

"you're not going back to him" he says, his eyes fierce.

"Im not fucking stupid." I argue.

"Your choice in men says otherwise." he glowers. 

My face falls. 

"I didnt mean that." he says. 

"Wow, nice." I say at him suggesting I'm stupid. 

"You know that's not what I meant." He says.

"But it's what you said." I say and cross my arms. 

"I'm not going back with you." I say after a beat of silence.

"Yes you are." he says and I throw my eyes back to him.

"No. I'm not." I argue.

"We'll see about that Little Bird."