Dear Reader,
This story has been an obsession of mine for the last few weeks. It is different from my other stories but just as romantic as the rest. Please leave comments!
XOXO SkylerLuv
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"What are we doing here, man?" Tucker complains again.
Ignoring him has become the norm tonight. He's in a foul mood and I'm not doing much better. But we both need to suck it up and throw back a few beers. Sure, this isn't our typical scene. And sure, girls in this bar have completely different tastes than we do, but it is only for one night. Will it really kill us?
"Shut up and drink your beer." My tone is gruff.
"Don't tell me what to do." He drinks anyway.
His sweater is probably making him hotter than he's like. But he refuses to take it off, almost certain that we will be leaving soon. He has just retwisted his dreadlocks and would rather show it off to a specific type of crowd. Not the younger one we're in. That is what we get when we live in a college town. Every place is infested with fresh-eyed innocence.
Tucker is on the prowl. He actually likes socializing and talking to people, unlike myself. He wants to impress some girls tonight, but not any girls here. Almost the complete opposite. Whereas in the past we could have gotten away with meeting one girl and having a one-night stand, it is becoming harder to find genuine people who are into our lifestyle.
We met at a specialty club, The Black Cat, out of town that suits our darker needs. After seeing each other there a few times it was almost guaranteed that we would eventually talk and become acquainted. And when we did, and realized we were similar in a lot of ways, we figured having a friend who was in on a secret part of our lives would do us good. It's not like I can turn to the guy next to me and ask his favorite type of gag. Not that Tucker and I get into those types of conversation anyways.
We don't hang out all the time or even spend much time talking outside of the club. But it does mean that we keep an eye out for each other and feel a little less alone in this hick town. Admittedly, Tucker has more of a life than I do. He was a college athlete and still plays football for a local adult league. He's over six feet tall, dark skinned, and full of muscles. He's a real eye candy for the girls wherever he goes. But he also has a solid job and friends that he hangs out with.
I, on the other hand, have very few people I like to spend my time with and even fewer activities outside of acquiring a new sub to play with. I work as a personal trainer, so I am fit but not nearly as Tucker. And although I am also over six feet tall, I am still shorter than him. My olive skin and shoulder length dark hair give away my Italian roots. Girls always label me as the bad boy, with my leather jacket, motorcycle, and combat boots. But they can never truly decipher just how dangerous I truly am.
A short strand of hair escapes from my bun and I swipe it behind my ear. It is packed tonight and the heat is going up a notch. I motion to the bartender another drink and she gives me a sexy little smile. She has been looking at Tucker and me with googly eyes from the moment we sat down. Tucker has been complaining the whole time but even if he was interested, he wouldn't go for her. We both know we have to be very discrete and selective when hooking up with girls in town. My mother would have a heart attack if she knew the type of shit I liked to get into.
It is a small enough town that word would spread like wildfire and even my father, who is always glued to the TV, would know about my extracurricular activities by the end of the day. Which brings us back to Tucker's questions. Why are we here? We could be at The Black Cat, knowing that we wouldn't be leaving the place alone.
"Warren, if I knew I was going to spend the night being giggled over, I would have stayed my ass home." He shakes his head as he finishes the last of his beer.
"I thought it would be good to have a change of scenery for once." I bullshit through my teeth.
In reality, I want to avoid The Black Cat for a few weeks if I can help it. My last sub, Macy, has promised to make my life a living hell for breaking off our arrangement. If it were up to her, we would still be seeing each other every weekend. Playing for hours on end and spending even more time together than we already were. But the telltale signs were getting harder and harder to ignore. She wanted more than I was willing to offer. She wanted a permanent dom, maybe even a boyfriend.
Something I cannot offer.
When I tried to pull back, it was too late. She cried and cried and then threatened me. She would tell everyone what a horrible dom I had been. How I ignored her needs and treated her like a toy. I knew she was speaking from a place of hurt, but it was still unsettling to think that others may believe her. I've had other subs that could speak up and put the lies to rest but I didn't want them to have to defend me. Anyone getting caught in our drama will just come out worse from it.
I picture Macy's glossy pink lips going from table to table, couple to couple, sub to sub and letting me have it. Her blond hair and huge tits would be all over other doms as soon as I walked in the club. I just know it. And although I want nothing serious with her, a part of me will be annoyed to see another person with her.
So, what better way to ensure that I won't have to run into her than to come to a local bar in town?
"Are you going soft on me?" He leans against the bar and looks at me with genuine concern.
"I don't know, do you want to find out?" I bite through my teeth.
He laughs and slaps my back. I feel the blow through the leather jacket but ignore it. Just like I've been ignoring his prissy mood.
"Okay, one more beer and then I'm out." He motions for the bartender and she eagerly rushes up to us.
He's all sweet smiles and charming words.
I shake my head, knowing it will all lead to nothing.
"You're still going to go there, aren't you?" My thumb runs against the cool lip of the bottle.
"Of course, just like you should be." He sighs. "What is up with you? I'm not one to get in anyone's business but tonight is a cry for help if I ever heard one." He points to a group of girls at the other end of the bar, smiling at us.
It is hard not to roll my eyes. I guess I did forget how annoying regular bars are.
"Nothing is wrong." I lie again. But he doesn't buy it. "Just... avoid Macy if you see her."
He nods in understanding. "I told you she was crazy."
That is mild coming from him. But he did warn me. He heard from other doms that she was hard to be with. Not only for the reason that I ended things but also because she sometimes took things too far. I didn't heed the warnings since I thought I could set realistic expectations but that is what I get. I'm still fairly new to the scene and I'll just have to take this one to the chin.
"She's just dealing with her own shit." I try not place all the blame on her.
"Yeah, right." He sarcastically nods.
The girl next to me shifts again in her seat. She has been fidgeting all night. Scooting one way, then another. Apologizing quietly when her tiny elbow digs into my rib. If I was in a really foul mood, I would stare her down. But I don't have the energy to spend it on intimidating a freshman.
"That's pretty cool." She says to the person next to her. "Who knew that UFOs are more prominent in deserted areas."
Yikes.
Her date sounds about as refreshing as a bottle of Clorox.
Tucker finishes his beer and pats me on the back. "I'll let you know if Macy has started her 'I hate Warren' campaign."
"Thanks." I dap him up before he leaves.
The girl next to me shifts again and this time I turn to gently remove her knee from my lower thigh.
"Sorry, sorry!" She shifts away.
