Why had he accepted to come here?
The question popped into John's head as the bartender ignored him.
Again.
He sighed and looked around while waiting for his turn to order. He should have seriously declined his colleagues' invitation to go out for a drink. Tonight was game night, and the bar was packed with more people than usual.
An old song from the 80s was playing in the background, but even if he strained his ear, the incessant shouting was too loud to make out the lyrics. In the corner, John could see his co-workers already seated with their drinks, laughing and cheering the game on. He reminded himself that he was there because it was important to have good relationships with his coworkers, but the truth was, he would have preferred to be on his couch with Netflix and a cold beer.
Seeing that he was coming his way, he waved again to the bartender, who decided - thanks for small miracles! - to finally take his order. A few minutes later, a cold beer slid onto the polished bar top and John slammed a twenty on the counter before grabbing the bottle and turning around.
The cold liquid splashed onto his shirt as someone bumped into him. He was ready to give the man an earful, but he was greeted by the most beautiful green eyes he'd ever seen.
"Ohmygod! I'm so sorry!"
Small hands dabbed at his chest with napkins, but all John could do was stare at the curvy goddess before him. She barely reached his shoulders and was the hottest thing alive. Her black dress was painted over her curves, covering just enough of her ass to pass as decent. Perky breasts, more than a handful, spilled from the bustier, the fabric stretching over them, making his mouth water. Her shiny blonde curls bounced as she shook her head, cursing about how she was a total klutz.
"Uh.."
Smooth John, really smooth...
He mentally cursed himself for not being able to make a coherent sentence. In his defense, the bombshell had made him tongue tied and he couldn't concentrate with the way her hands were stroking him. He cleared his throat and tried again.
"It's - hm, it's OK, really. It's just a little beer, ah, don't worry."
The curvy goddess paused, resting her hands against his chest, and tilted her head up. Worried eyes looked at him, and she caught her bottom lip between her teeth. The green of her eyes reminded him of emerald, with flecks of gold shimmering in their depths. Her full lips were painted a hot pink, and it took all his restraint not to kiss her right here and now.
"I am so, so, sorry!" She smoothed down his soaked shirt, her lithe fingers leaving a trail of heat in their wake, making him shiver.
"It's always the same when I wear these shoes!" She rolled her eyes and gestured to her feet. "I mean they're beautiful - they're Manolo Blahnik, you know. I got them on sale a few months ago. Not that they weren't expensive, even on sale, but I thought
Candy you need to have these heels, you'll eat instant noodles if you have to, but they're made for you!
Because really, aren't they the cutest things in the world?"
She grabbed his bicep for support and stretched a toned leg to reveal a pair of shiny silver strappy shoes with killer heels. He could hear his analytical mind wondering how she could be so petite even in those shoes, but his reptilian brain was louder, demanding that he undress her right away, and he could only gulp as arousal coursed through him.
"Ah, it's a secret, but..." Candy leaned over him, her spicy scent wafting through his nostrils, making his cock twitch in his pants. She looked left and right before whispering. "Maybe I have a shoe addiction, you know...?" John nodded, captivated by her soft, sensual voice. She straightened, and he missed the warmth of her hot body against him.
Wolf whistles pulled him from his daydream, and he snapped his head up. He could see his coworkers whistling at him, cheering with their glasses in the air. The tip of his ears started to redden under the scrutiny. Soft giggles reached his ears, small tinkling bells making him shiver from head to toe.
"These are your friends?" Mischief gleamed in Candy's eyes, and once again, John found himself drawn to their depths, mesmerized by the golden flecks dancing in the bar light. He let his eyes wander slowly, from her eyes to her full pink lips, his cock twitching against his pants as he watched the cute tip of her tongue come out and wet those lips. Images of her in front of him, wearing nothing but her pink lips, flashed through his mind, almost making him moan.
She giggled as she watched his friends' antics at their table. John dug the tips of his fingernails into his palm to control himself, while his other hand wrapped tightly around the beer bottle. He took a deep breath, but cursed himself when Candy's sweet scent reached his nostrils, making him dizzy and aroused.
He watched her wave to his friends and jealousy shot through him. He knew he didn't know her, but even so, he couldn't stop the possessiveness from surging through his body, making his blood boil. Delicate fingers reached out to take his free hand, curled into a fist now, and he found he could breathe again. He stared fascinated at their intertwined fingers as Candy guided him through the crowded bar with ease.
"--want to stay with us, baby?"
John hadn't realised they were in front of the table as his head snapped up, and he glared at Paul, the marketing jerk. All the guys had their eyes on Candy, and he could see the lingering glances of the other customers at Candy's beautiful figure. In his foggy mind, he could imagine how they all wanted to fuck her, spread her legs and--
A soft body pressed against him and he instinctively grabbed Candy by the waist, pulling her towards him. She was his, damn it!
"Thanks guys," as she flashed a bright smile, "but we were just here to say goodbye!" Her soft fingers caressed John's skin, creating goosebumps as they trailed off. He could hear Candy chatting to his colleagues, but the words didn't register as he desperately tried to readjust himself.
"--Bye guys!"
