After Jeremiah had left the bathroom, June took several deep breaths. She stared at her reflection for a few minutes. She had never been approached or touched in such a way in such a public place. She had to remind herself that Jeremiah obviously belonged to this club and that he may be dangerous. But she also knew that John was not a member - he had a wife and a family. He would keep her safe.
June inspected the bite mark on her neck. She lifted her dress and saw the red welt on her ass where Jeremiah had spanked her. These were enough to feel a smoldering in her belly and she knew beyond logic that she would do as he said.
She walked out of the bathroom, unsure what to expect. She had no idea what time it was or who was left in the bar. There were still a good amount of patrons, funneling toward the back door. Many had been over-served and June realized that she, too, had had quite a lot. That drunkenness suddenly washed over her and she pushed her palm against the wall as she walked outside. All of the women and Jeremiah's boys were finishing their drinks and having a last cigarette on the patio. John, Lorraine, and Jeremiah were sitting with them as well. June had no idea what was known and how she should act around them.
She called to Lorraine and John that she was heading home. At the sight of her, John swiftly leapt up and came toward her. He had sobered up some and his coordination had improved.
"No, no, no. We have a beer and shot with your name on it." He lowered his voice. "I guess you were unavailable when I brought them back to the pool table..." He smiled greedily. He grabbed her hand and pulled her aggressively over to the table. She forced a drunk smile to Lorraine, and Lorraine smiled back. Genuine. She asked where June had disappeared to.
"Oh, I um, I had one too many and needed a break. I definitely can't drink like Sophia!" The group laughed - they knew that to be true of Sophia. She felt relaxed by their acceptance and reached for her beer. Jeremiah, who she didn't dare make eye contact with, slid her the only shot on the table. Her gaze darted to his face to assess his reaction to her unplanned presence there. His lips remained closed, no smile, but he did raise his eyebrows at her. She took the shot from his hand and immediately gulped it down with that same defiant look in her eyes, staring at him directly. He shifted uncomfortably in his chair and looked over her shoulder to avoid any further attention. Damn her haughtiness. He wished he could throw her over his shoulder, carry her to his bike, and punish her for her arrogance. The thought left his cock throbbing and the palm of his hand tingling.
June had been the only one standing, not awkward until she realized she was meant to hang around for a minute to finish her beer. John reached up and grabbed her hips from behind, forcing her onto his lap. She whined and laughed. She said she could get her own chair. She dared to look at Lorraine as John began to rub his calloused hands on her thighs.
"Really, John? Christ, I know it's your birthday, but damn!" Lorraine laughed, the other women giggled. June rolled her eyes and shook her head - pretending to be casual and indifferent. In truth, she felt a heat rising in her chest and pitching up the sides of her neck. When she felt John's cock harden through his jeans, centered between her ass cheeks, she nearly choked on her beer.
After a few final gulps, Jeremiah was the first to stand. At his signal, most of the boys began to stand up as well and move toward the patio gate. Then the woman took the cue and began to gather their things. John grasped June 's hips once more, preventing her from standing for one more moment. He waited to let her go until she felt his cock relax.
June said her goodbyes to the women, that it had been nice to meet them. As she hugged Lorraine, she felt an authenticity in their embrace. June wasn't sure what that meant.
As they all walked from the gate, June could hear the boys offering their sissy bars to the women and caught sight of Lorraine hopping on with another Hispanic man. John said he was too drunk to ride and Jeremiah offered to cab with him. A few of the men laughed sourly - it was obvious that they knew. Jeremiah cleared his throat loudly to shut them up. As they fired up and roared away June continued walking across the parking lot, focusing on her steps and forcing herself to walk accurately. The anticipation in her belly left a trembling vibration even lower. The whiskey churned in her stomach anxiously.
She remembered Jeremiah thrust against her, his lips on her neck. Pleasing him was easy - he commanded what he wanted and took what he needed. Was John also a dominant? June reached her truck and wondered how long she should wait. She didn't even get in, but lowered the tailgate and pulled herself up. She sat swinging her boots and running her fingertips along her thighs. She closed her eyes and the tailgate seemed to swell and buckle beneath her.
Jesus, she needed to sober up. Intoxicated, June became rebellious and stubborn. That wouldn't do tonight.
After several minutes, a black sedan pulled up in front on her. The front and rear window rolled down. John's ravenous gaze took her in from the back seat, while the same Hispanic man that guarded the bathroom leered at her from the driver's seat.
"Get in, beautiful." John's voice was demanding.
June hesitated. She had no idea where that vehicle would take her or who would be waiting when they got to their destination. She wanted to trust him, but she felt fear for the first time that night. He sensed her indecision and looked over his shoulder, into the car's front seat. Then the passenger door opened and Jeremiah emerged. He stared at her hard as he rounded the car and approached her. He parted her knees with his hips, her legs still dangling from the tailgate. With her legs wide, her dress rode dangerously high and she felt suddenly exposed. She instinctively slid forward and wrapped her legs around him.
He could feel the heat from her pussy press against his stomach. It was almost too much to endure. He placed his hands on either side of her face and stroked his thumbs tenderly against her cheeks.
"Remember what I said about the boys?"
June nodded mechanically.
"Remember you said you wouldn't run?"
Another shy nod.
Jeremiah paused.
"Please let me have you." With this, his voice dropped to a hoarse whisper and his hands slid behind her neck and grasped firmly. His gaze also dropped to her lap for only a second. He truly couldn't suffer her any longer.
"And John?" John was, after all, the birthday boy. June had had fantasies about him since the first day they met - fantasies encouraged by his gawking attention each time they drank together. She felt a twinge of guilt that she now preferred Jeremiah's attentions to John's.
"You are John's birthday present, nothing more. Make him happy. Lorraine expects him home." He spoke flatly and emphatically. His fingers snaked up through her hair and tugged her head back urgently, exposing her neck. He just held her this way, silently, as she took fluttering breaths. He examined her body. Her pert breasts heaved rapidly. She had freckles trailing down her cleavage that he noticed for the first time. Removing one hand from her hair, he roughly clutched her waist and squeezed. She unconsciously tightened her thighs around him and locked her ankles behind his hips. He bit the side of her neck violently, sucking until he knew she was marked. Then he released her hair.
"Get in the car." He pulled back, which forced June to uncross her ankles. She almost fell forward off the tailgate at Jeremiah's sudden withdrawal. As he walked back to the passenger seat, she noticed that John no longer had his window down, but the Hispanic man did. He watched her sinisterly.
She calmed her breathing and slid off the tailgate, closing it, and walking to the back door of the sedan. John opened it from the inside and tried to hide a scowl as she climbed in. In his mind, June was his. Jeremiah was simply coercion. His anger toward Jeremiah could not be realized - that would end very poorly for him. He couldn't watch as Jeremiah had dominated her on the truck. She was now John's for the taking in the back seat of this car, but he need to calm his fury before touching her.
"Hi birthday boy..." June attempted to ploy him with an innocent smirk. She could see a tension in his posture - she thought he would be undressing her by now. He made stern eye contact with her and then noticed the pink hickey forming on her neck. Jeremiah had marked her. He felt the blood boil in his cheeks.
"Oh yeah? Are you my present?" he mocked, acidity in his voice.
"I can be?" She wasn't sure what he wanted.
He lunged forward without warning and pinned her down to the seat. His hands compelled her shoulders flat as he climbed on top of her. He bent down and kissed her roughly. His tongue dropped to her neck and down to her breasts. John bit the flesh of her cleavage, hard enough to for June to draw a sharp breath and shriek. One hand moved to her throat and applied pressure - she could still breathe, but in loud, rasping gulps. His rage for Jeremiah coursed through him. He wanted June for himself. He thought that was ruined.
Jeremiah was careful not to show them much interest, not to appear concerned for June, but his knuckles were white as he clenched them into fists. He thought that the moment she passes out, John was a dead man.
