When I woke up, I remembered what had happened last night. The fucking, the moaning, the dirty talking all came back to me. And screw it! Sienna was gone. Totally gone. Last night felt almost like a dream. But it wasn't. It was as real as me lying here on this bed, naked. Sienna and I had fucked each other stupid, silly, hard, rough. And fuck! For the first time in my life, I experienced an orgasm.
"Who knew you could fuck like that?" Sienna's words from last night echoed in my head.
I gathered the crumpled sheets around me and sat up. A smile crept up my cheeks as I kept thinking about what happened last night. It had been one hell of a night. Raw, explosive, delicious. And screw me! I should have fucked a woman sooner.
I reached for my clit, reimagining how she'd thumbed it, licked it, and turned me upside down. My mind replayed, too, the part where she'd shoved a dildo into me, pounding harder than my ex-boyfriend, Tristan ever had. And fuck! I wanted her to do it again. And again and again. Maybe pound me into oblivion this time. Damn!
My phone buzzed, steering me away from my dirty thoughts. I scoured for it under the sheets but quickly discovered that it was at the foot of the bed. Tapping on the phone screen, I saw that it was a message from my billionaire tech genius boss, Daniel Trent.
I need you here in ten minutes, the message read. What he meant by 'here' was his billion-dollar company building. This was exactly why I hardly took my off days from work seriously. If there wasn't an emergency meeting I had to escort him to, there was an urgent wardrobe arrangement I had to make for him. But I'd better get there in ten or I wouldn't have a job to return to. Many women my age would kill to be his assistant. Plus, he always compensated me for extra hours.
I climbed out of the bed, and grabbed my clothes. Maybe Sienna's disappearance was her modus operandi. Bring a woman to this playhouse, fuck her crazy all night, and vanish into thin air. I guess I was expected to return to my apartment as though I hadn't just fucked the hell out of a total stranger.
***
As soon as Daniel Trent released me from work, I headed to the bar where I'd met Sienna last night. It was barely three minutes past 7:00 pm. Screw the one-night fuckathon thing; I wanted her to do me again. Wanted us to try some new things. Dirtier than we did last night. The bartender recognized me. It was evident in his brown eyes and silly grin.
"A shot of tequila please," I said, making myself comfortable on the barstool. I had no intention of getting drunk. I just needed a shot to keep myself busy until Sienna showed up. The bartender passed me the shot and let out a smirk. I ignored him and downed the tequila.
Glancing at the entrance, my eyes begged for Sienna to walk in, to show up, to come to me. Looking as sexy as fuck. Maybe this time, I'd see her fat ass in trousers. I smiled at the thought.
"She doesn't come here as often," the bartender said, his eyes on the cocktail he was mixing.
"I don't remember asking you about anyone," I retorted. Didn't people know how to mind their business anymore?
"You didn't have to say it with your mouth. Your eyes and demeanour did. Like I said, she doesn't come here very often. Let's just say last night was your lucky night."
"It's none of your business," I shot back, fiddling with the rim of the shot glass.
"She has a strong effect on people. It's no wonder they always return here to look for her."
He flashed me a knowing smile. I smirked at him without saying a word. Like I'd just told him, the incident with Sienna was none of his business.
I looked at the entrance again but still didn't see her. I decided to swallow my pride and ask the bartender. He could have some information on her whereabouts or at least help me find her.
"Do you know if she'll come tonight?" I said, trying not to sound desperate. But with the judging look in his eyes, it seemed like a weak attempt.
"What happened to it being none of my business?" he said mockingly, making my stomach churn.
Was he under the impression that I wanted to talk to a nosy piece of shit like him? I was only interested in knowing if I'd see Sienna here again tonight. I should have asked her for her number when I had the chance. Gosh, Maddie! You're so stupid. I stared at the bar's entrance again. Still, there was no sign of her. I heaved a sigh of frustration. I was really looking forward to getting fucked again tonight. Damn!
"Don't get your hopes up, Princess. Sienna might not come here again for a long, long time," he said, handing another customer some scotch.
"Maddie not Princess is the name. And forget I asked," I said sharply, moving away from the counter.
Still eager to wait, I headed for the lounge section. There was no way I could wait at the counter with that nosy bartender giving me his annoying smirk from time to time. I'd leave if I didn't see Sienna in the next fifteen minutes.
***
The lounge had a friendly atmosphere, its low light casting a faint glow over the seating arrangements. I loved how the music blended with the low murmurs of strangers.
Sitting on a velvet armchair, I made myself comfortable. My eyes remained pinned on the entrance of the bar, still hoping Sienna would show. A huge man with dishevelled hair walked into the bar, catching my interest. From my guess, he was probably in his early to mid-thirties. Definitely not in his twenties from what I could tell. He was clad in a leather jacket and was rough around the edges. He walked and walked until he stopped, and sat on the lounge chair opposite me. There were two small center tables between us.
In a split second, a female bartender in a mini skirt walked to where he sat. She leaned in while he whispered something into her ear. I wondered what he could be telling her. She pulled back when he stopped talking. And he grabbed her ass as she turned to leave, getting a smile from her. I'd never had a man grab my ass before. Bet it would feel good, I thought.
I imagined what his hands would be like. The dim light was making me do a shitty job of making out what they looked like. I bet they were calloused and strong. A rough-looking man like him wouldn't fit into the same sentence as soft hands. The female bartender came back with a drink in hand. If I were to guess what kind it was, I would put my money on Rum. There was just something about hard men and Rum.
As soon as the bartender left, my eyes feasted on his beard, a thick yet wild thatch of hair. He was probably an underground fighter or a street racer or an outlaw. But even if any of my guesses were wrong, he was probably working a job that encouraged rough or dangerous living. Or he wouldn't have that 'No Mercy' tattoo plastered on his forehead. Plus, it was clearly etched in the way he chugged his drink down his throat, some of it splashing on his beard. If I were seated next to him, I'd probably have heard its rough slurp down his throat.
I wanted to gape at the entrance again, but my gaze remained on him. Something about him fascinated me. Intrigued me. He chuckled at something the person sitting beside him was saying. Following the dirty thoughts in my head, my eyes rested on his black pants. What if he had a large cock in there? This is all your fault, Sienna, I say to myself. If she hadn't fucked me like that last night, I probably wouldn't be this greedy for sex tonight.
The man shouted for another of whatever he'd just had and the female bartender came running. I couldn't be sure he hadn't fucked her before. A lot seemed to be happening between them staring at each other. Or maybe my sex-craving mind was just making up things.
I'd never been one to fall at the feet of bad boys. Hell! I'd always believed they weren't worth the trouble. I'd seen them fuck around with some of my friends, ruining them for any other man that would come into their lives. But I guess the joke was on me. My ex-boyfriend who I'd tagged as one of the good guys had fucked his neighbor while I played loyal girlfriend. He'd probably fucked many others I didn't know about.
I glanced at my watch. Seven minutes had passed since I sat here. Sienna only had eight minutes to show up or she wouldn't find me here if she eventually decided to come. Killing time, I kept on staring at this rough-looking stranger and suddenly, he fixed his eyes on me. Fuck! I wanted to look away, but it was too late. He gave me a grin that suggested he knew I was staring at him.
I shuddered as his blue eyes moved over me, eye-fucking me relentlessly. My first response was to stay put, not showing any emotions to his mental defilement of me. Not standing up to leave. Pressing my thighs together, I tried to control the sudden wetness brewing between my legs. But it was useless. It was nearly as if a water pipe had burst down there because my panties were totally soaked. I should have worn pants instead of this flimsy short gown. He winked at me with a wicked smile. Did he know what his eyes were doing to my body? My nipples were nearly as hard as a rock.
I'd come to this bar as horny as fuck. And now, I was hornier than ever thanks to a total stranger. My clit throbbed like someone was recklessly and relentlessly rubbing it. Surprising me, he shot to his feet and grabbed his cock, all the while looking at me.
Fuck if I didn't want to open my legs and show him the flood his actions were causing down there. But wouldn't that be stupid? Parting my legs apart just so a total stranger could see my swollen pussy? I grinned at my stupidity. Hadn't I fucked a total stranger last night? Wasn't it what had brought me back here? I was thirsty for more, for a dirtier, rougher sexual experience tonight. I was desperate, even. So, if this rough-looking stranger was gunning to shove his dick in my pussy tonight, I was all game.
Surprising me again, he walked towards where I sat and stopped right before me. With his hands thrust into his trouser pockets, his huge figure loomed over me. I looked up at him but quickly let my eyes come down to the space between his legs. Even in the dim light, I could see the bulge in his pants. I imagined it going into my wet as fuck pussy. I shuddered, hoping the dim light would conceal the goosebumps on my skin. With my ex-boyfriend, Tristan, it had been nothing but missionary night after night. No oral sex except his lazy sucking of my nipples. And maybe, just maybe he'd given his whore of a neighbor a lot of wild experiences in bed. Fuck him!
"You've been staring at me," he said in a husky tone, his voice slightly raspy. It totally matched his hard look. My thighs quivered a bit.
"I, umm, I don't know what you mean," I lied, stumbling on my words. Fuck, I needed to be better with responding to people.
