Carlin And Mykyta Pt 01

"And it had to be busy tonight... of all nights" -- I'm mumbling to myself after pushing the heavy door of the Imperial Bar behind me. I scan the room with blank, almost bored, eyes and spot a free highchair at the end of the bar. I consider turning back for a moment, but I'm in a bad mood and the familiar scent of lotus and the dim light of my go-to bar feel like my last resort. Adding to the fact that it is almost 11 p.m. on a damn cold and damp Monday, I really could use a drink. I grunt to myself while walking towards the free seat, I'm aware I'm throwing an unnecessary tantrum right now, and realizing it puts me in an even fouler mood.

The day has been full of unwanted surprises and the anger I'm feeling needs out. Instead of killing someone however, I called Iulia to my office mid-afternoon. Always ready to play, I was not surprised when my secretary announced my long-term fucktoy's arrival, exactly thirty minutes after I texted her. She walked in and her Poison by Dior perfume immediately tickled my balls. She wore a long navy-blue Burberry trench coat and classy nude heels. Her auburn curly hair was down to her shoulders, and the freckles around her small pointy nose were barely covered with light makeup. She exuded luxury and privilege, a much-needed comfort in my opinion, after my last few days being stuck in yet another Sort Pit. Iulia was beautiful and she knew it. She greeted me with a knowing smile and all I could think of was her red lipstick smeared around my now hard cock. Without a word, I stood up and stopped in front of my desk, I leaned back and nodded at her faintly. Behind me was a gorgeous, yet grey, view of the city from the 24th floor, with growing greenery along the avenue, luxurious cars driving in the light traffic, people dressed in light elegant coats, holding their umbrellas, going about their peaceful lives.

Still smiling, Iulia opened her coat, revealing nothing but a white lace thong. I let my eyes slide slowly from her lips to her collarbone to her slightly falling round breasts, getting a hold of my hardening cock through my black tailored pants.

"I missed you" she said, but I remained silent, not uttering a single word since she stepped in. ''How do you want me today baby?"

I never really liked it when she called me with endearing names, but I decided to focus on the reason I called her in today: to temper my frustration.

"Come here and kneel!" I finally said.

While doing so seductively, I unzipped and rolled my fingers around my member, letting out a quiet "Fuck!" while looking at her going down on her knees. I finally pulled my cock out, the bulbous head looking swollen and begging for attention. And with no warning, I pushed it towards her still-closed lips, ruining her perfect lipstick in one move. I keep doing this two more times.

"Open!" I commanded, my eyes transfixed on her submissive mouth, "open wide!" And she did.

Caring very little about her questioning glare and thinking only about my imminent release, I shoved my whole cock in one go, resulting in poor Iulia's immediate gag reflex. But I could not care less; I retreated my member long enough to remind her: "Breathe through your nose!" before pushing it to the tilt once again. I did not even wait for her to get used to my invasion, I was already sawing in and out, in steady long strokes. Looking down, I saw her whimpering, choking, her brown eyes wet with tears, her pathetic efforts to breathe through my roughness, turning me on even more. She looked gorgeous!

I abruptly retreated my cock completely, making her gasp; it was glistening so perfectly, leaking drops of thick pre-cum. It is not enough, I need more. So, I took more.

"You ready? Now it's really going to hurt. Don't forget to breathe!"

As soon as those words came out, I slid back home, feeling her throat constricting around me. It was divine. Using her hair as handle, I skull-fucked her hard... and fast.... Iulia was reaching to her clit, stroking it with two fingers, she must be so drenched... She looked up to my eyes, letting me know how much she wanted me inside her. I could tell. But not today, I did not call her for that, I only wanted my own release.

Yes, I'm a selfish bastard.

I kept fucking Iulia's pretty mouth, doing a number on her throat.

"Fuck yes... you're taking that cock so deep... I'm gonna cum so hard."

She was slurping, black tears running down her cheeks, lipstick completely gone... I push my cock so deep and so hard now, her claws tightened on my thighs. The sharp sting excited me even more, so I leaned forward and fucked down her throat like it was her fuckhole.

"Your throat feels so good... take it! Fucking take it!" I could feel my balls were about to burst. She knew this and felt a sense of pride, also mixed with the disappointment of not having me fuck her this time around.

My loud grunts fill the large office, my cock was pulsing uncontrollably, spraying ropes and ropes of salty cum, all leaking down her pretty throat. I fucked her mouth even faster, until I felt myself softened and only then I pulled out, sighing in satisfaction.

"Swallow!" I ordered while holding her head in a tilting position, making sure every single drop stayed down. She did as she was told, even bringing back the excess dripping down the corner of her lips with her fingers. She slurped it all like it was her last meal, while I put my still wet member back into my boxers and zipped myself back up.

"When can I see you again baby?" I was already getting back behind my desk to my work. I paused long enough, signifying some mild indifference.

"I will be busy this week, and I have to leave for a business trip the next. I will call you."

I meant it, she might not be my lover, but I never lied to her. She was buttoning her coat ever so slowly, perhaps in the hope I had more to say.

"Corinne will call you a cab" I told her with a smile that did not reach my eyes. She left with a pout on her face. I got back to my bad day.

*

"What can I get for you today?" asks a small voice that took me out of my reverie. It came out so quietly, in contrast to the numbing conversations in the room, and yet I heard it perfectly.

Glancing up, I'm welcomed by friendly and captivating heterochromatic eyes. She must be a new hire; I have never seen her here before and I have been a regular for the past 3 years. Then I quickly study her, long fake eyelashes to dramatize her monolid eyes, burgundy gloss on her plump lips, black-jaded curled hair, so dark it almost felt unnatural. Her makeup routine must be some kind of second nature to her, making her the more beautiful. She is wearing a simple black V-neck tee, on top of the typical short leather skirt of any cute bartender. She taps lightly on the coaster that she places in front of me, and I notice a large daffodil, tattooed on top of her small left hand, which fingers are manicured with the same colour as her lips.

I look back into her eyes: "Roku, chilled, with 2 slices of cucumber"- I respond with an even voice.

She slightly raises a beautiful eyebrow but keeps to herself any comment she might have regarding the unusual drink. "You got it!" -- she answers with a polite and yet complicit smile, and I nod naturally in response.

In an attempt to forget about my current mood, I decide to keep my attention on the girl making my drink, she is part Sino and probably not older than mid-twenties, that much I can tell. Her black high-knee socks paired with her black pair of converse confirm that. The fake gold jewelry she wears tells me she must live around Nørrebro. She might not have much but she presents herself with a simple and thoughtful esthetic. The combination between her simple yet perfectly achieved style, and the shyness in her voice, are all piquing my curiosity, and I cannot explain fully why, but I'm glad for the distraction she is providing. She returns with my drink while my eyes have never left her.

"There you go sir!"

"Thanks!" That little sir stirred something inside me. "Busy night for a Monday" I say while bringing my much-needed drink to my lips, "I was hoping to have a quiet time."

"Yes, it's Federation Day!" she answers with an unvoluntary mocking in her voice. Her smile falls as quickly as it appeared though when she meets my renewed blank stare.

"Of course it is", forcing myself to smile. Fucking perfect! I scream to myself internally, exactly what I needed. I take another sip at my drink while turning my head to the room once again. Let's drink and get out of here. It's only when I hear her speak again that I realize that she is still standing in front of me.

"It must have been a long day if you haven't even noticed that it was a holiday. I mean it's hard to miss, all those people on the streets this afternoon, the fireworks all over town. It has been a long day for many people I'm sure, but you know what I mean. I started working early this afternoon myself, almost two shifts, can you believe it? I don't even remember when I sat last" she nervously giggles. "After the big parade, they always need extra hands and it's a great way for me to make extra ration tickets..." She pauses... "Anyway, what I want to say is that I'm sorry! I didn't mean to sound like I was laughing at you."

Probably realizing that her sudden rambling was rewarded by yet another blank stare, she apologizes once again, bows down slightly and goes towards a random client who did not call for her.

I smile, genuinely this time. I smile because while she had her cute verbal diarrhea, her unique accent combined with her shy voice were mesmerizing me. Better yet, it's making the south parts of my body ache. Lort! [fuck] I must be really tired.

I keep my eyes on her while she serves other clients. I notice that, unlike the other staff who drag conversations and get involved in complicit confidence with their clients to secure the best tips, she keeps the talking to a minimum, limiting them to a few cordial civilities and the usual recommendations when she is asked. Her movements seem so fluid and gracious that when she leans forward to hear someone's order over the loud noises or bends over to reach down the bar fridge, I cannot help but admire her small frame, making my own body react greatly.

After yet another bending down, she pauses for a second and, as if she feels my eyes burning her back, turns to me without a warning. She meets my gaze and smiles at me, awkwardly but with a hint of curiosity, nonetheless. I don't look away, neither do I try to hide my new interest in her. My cock is getting harder in my trousers, it starts to push against my fly, soon needing more space. Down boy! She returns to making drinks and a few minutes later, she hands me a second round.

Raising an eyebrow, I ask: "I'm sure I didn't order another one".

"I know, but I figured you could use another?"

"You figured wrong! I want to get out of here, away from all these people". She already flinched from the icy tone in my voice before I could catch myself. I'm too disagreeable, too abrupt, her saddened face makes my breathing hard.

"Oh ok.... Yeah... s-s-sorry." She bows again but remains there, like frozen.

Shit, now your mood will make her cry, you moron!

"Don't be Schatzi! I'm just too grumpy tonight." Trying my hardest to convey my sincerity through my golden eyes.

"Ok!" She sighs softly in relief. "Your drink is so different; I will sure never forget it. I even had to open a new bottle. Well, the unique bottle actually. No one ever asks for it, even those who like gin would always pick more well-known brands... you know... those famous brands from before..." she rambles once again. I watch her with a grin. She cannot stop talking when she is nervous, how adorable.

"A trip to the Sino Territories way back then introduced me to it, since then I cannot drink any other gin"

"Ouah really? How fascinating!" her smile was sincere. The little sigh she lets out while speaking in awe shoots straight to something deep in me.

"Ever been?" I'm guessing otherwise but want her to stay a bit longer.

"Oh no no!" another nervous giggle. "I wish, but I couldn't. Paperwork and those kinds of things you know... When you live in Nørrebro..."

So, I got that one right...

"Also with the new law, I'd like to enroll to the Majoring School, and a job like this will help me pay the fees..." she briefly pauses as to like waiting for my approval to continue. I softened my eyes. "But I do have a long list of places I want to visit."

"Where are you from?" I'm sincerely curious now. The more she talks, the more her accent thickens. And she is speaking differently, like she is applying another language's rules. I'm familiar with this, working frequently on the Saxon continent. But my question seems to catch her off-guard, she diverts her eyes. I saw it, it was there for a mere second but there nonetheless, a fright. I don't know why but I decide I will find out another time.

"You look part Sino, that's why I assumed" I chuckle and sip on my second drink, hoping she would relax.

She brought back her one-green and one-golden eyes to mine: "yes I am, but I have never been." She sounded sad about this. I added this to the list of information I will get from her at a later time.

Before I could ask her another question, we are interrupted by a call from another client on the other side of the bar. For the next hour, she is busy, so I decide to turn my back to the bar and enjoy the live music instead. Like on cue, every time the drink in my hand empties, a fresh one is left behind me. She does not linger to make conversation anymore though, and I don't mind; I did need the quiet time. By my fifth drink, I heard her sweet voice once again.

"How are you, Sir? You don't drive, I hope? We will be closing soon."

I raise an eyebrow: "you didn't even inform me of the last call."

Some pink flushes her cheeks: "I didn't want to bother you, your frown seemed to finally relax. That drink in your hand was your last call." She says so, while smiling her bright white teeth.

I laugh suddenly, which surprises her. She stares at my face, like she was looking at a completely different person.

"Thank you Schatzi! I appreciate that"

She gets back to her work, starting her end-of-the-day cleaning, closing tabs and waving goodbye to her clients. The Imperial Bar is emptying in just a few minutes. I stand and walk towards the bathrooms. On my way out, I bump into someone, very small judging by the impact. It takes me two seconds to realize it's her.

"Oh, thank God you were here! I came to look for you. I thought you left without paying."

I should be offended by the insinuation, but I'm not. My smile stays reassuring.

"Just needed to use the loo Schatzi!"

"What does it mean? That word you use to calling me. Sch..Schatzee?"

I move towards her in one long stride, towering her by a good extra foot: "Schatzi?

I don't know if I should tell you."

This makes her gasp, and I suddenly realize that my hard is back with a renewed bravado, standing shamelessly against her small tummy. She feels me, there is no way she does not, but she does not attempt to step back. I could swear she actually leans more into it.

Without thinking, I swirl her against the wall on my left, lift her higher in my arms, yank up her skirt around her hips and push my hard cock against her. She naturally opens her legs wide, allowing me to position myself more comfortably between them, dry humping her with two short strokes. Our breathings are rugged, I squeeze her asscheeks and she lets out a small moan. I go blind for a second from the sweet sound, so I capture her lips like a man who did not touch a woman in years. She responds to me, holding onto my arms so tightly, letting me know the craving is mutual. So, I kiss her deeper, dancing with her sweet little tongue. I look at her between my lashes and see her, eyes shut, her face lost in the passion of our first kiss. Fucking sweet.

I don't know who ends the kiss, neither do I realize how long it has been, but when she climbs down my body, the sight of her swollen lips was the sexiest thing I have seen in a while. I look down and see her little purple thong. With one move, I slide it down her legs and she steps out of them, without a question.

"When do you work here next?" I ask with clear hunger in my voice, putting my new treasure in my pocket.

"I'm here on Mondays, Fridays and Saturdays" her eyes still dazed, like drugged.

"Noted" I pull her skirt down her thighs. "Go back to work and then straight home. It's almost curfew. You hear me?" I command her tenderly, while brushing my knuckles down her cheek. "You're so pretty Schatzi".

She nods, sincerely. And it downs on me, she has not even questioned a thing about me, nor my name, nor why I took her panties. She just nodded an honest nod. Interesting!

She trots away, and I follow her steps, walking slowly to give my cock the time to calm down, but also avoid any suspicion from her coworkers. She clearly needs this job.

When I'm back, she already awaits with my tab. I pull out my wallet to get my card, earning big wide eyes from her. I could pinpoint the exact moment she realizes what I am once she notices my badge on my wallet. I feign to notice her reaction and settle my bill quickly, adding a tip even a waitress in a top-tier restaurant could not dream of. She was still looking at my every move when I walked away. I wink towards her one last time before stepping back to the dampness of the night. Lighting my cigarette, I could hear the fireworks from Freedom Square. Everyone must be over there because the streets are empty. I take a long drag and exhales the smoke in a long sigh, my frustration has dissipated.