He was a normal man. Normal, well... as normal as he could be. As a man, he was well-endowed. His member was thick and long - but not over-doing it. His member was the perfect size to please a woman.
And he had tentacles. Tentacles ranging from small to large; each with a sucker on the end of it and retractable teeth. He'd never used them on a woman; not one. He was too scared it would scare her off.
Until he met the one woman that didn't want to sleep with him. Him, in all his glory; the blackest of black locks that fell past his ears, and looked great when a woman would run her fingers through it. Piercing gray eyes that, used in the right way, would make any woman weak in the knees; whether she was a virgin or just a whore, they all looked his way.
Except for one woman. Well, she did once - that had been her mistake. He'd managed to sleep with her once, managed to hide his abomination from her. And it had been the best sex of his life. Now she refused to sleep with him again; she'd found out about the tentacles. She talked to him, sure; but it wasn't like before. She now treated him like he was worthless; bottom of the totem pole.
And it was the biggest turn-on he'd ever experienced. She was the bartender at his pub; she was forced to climb the flight of stairs at the back of the bar and enter his living quarters to give him the balance from the till. He would do it then, he decided.
"Red, pass me another tonic and lime." Ryan Steele called down to Isobel Smith - also known as Red, for her red hair and terrifying green eyes. He was quite positive he was the only man in town to have the balls to approach her, let alone seduce her. Hell, the fact that he was her boss wasn't much of a problem.
"Comin' right up, Boss." She called back, sliding his drink down the bar. He winked seductively, smirking in amusement as she rolled her eyes in disgust. "Get over yourself, Boss - you're not all that glorious."
"Easy, ladies." He murmured, tightening his arms around the brunette and blonde that adorned his arms. He watched Red's frown deepen as he forced the blonde's mouth down against his own. She succombed drunkenly, pushing herself against him wantonly.
"Take me home with you, Ry." She whispered as he pulled away and leaned back.
"Sorry, ladies, but I'm a one-woman man. I don't do threesomes and I just couldn't choose between you two." He feigned sadness, and to his sheer luck, both girls were drunk enough to believe it. With a soft pout, the brunette attached her mouth to his.
"Aw, goodnight, Ryan. See you next time." She winked seductively and he nodded; for the life of him, he couldn't remember her name.
He watched as they walked out the door and soberly drummed his fingertips against the bar.
"Want another, Boss?" Red's voice drifted towards him and he looked up at her just in time to see her eying his mouth.
"Another what? Night of unbelievable sex with you? Sure." He smirked as she grimaced.
"Not on your life, Steele." She growled.
"Ah, but I only exist for you, love." He winked and stood. "No, I don't want another one. Bring up the balance at the end of the night."
"What?! I told you I couldn't close tonight!" She exclaimed, throwing the towel down. He consulted his watch and shrugged.
"Okay. Kick them out when you need to go and close up after. Bring me the balance when you do." He raised his eyebrows as if asking if that was okay and she nodded. "Good. See you, Red."
He figured it would be another hour. As soon as he was out of sight, he raced up to his apartment. He hurried around his apartment, tidying up what little mess there was. He was a tidy person, to begin with, but he was also a man, and men are usually messy.
He'd just fallen back on his bed after unloading the dishwasher when he heard her high-heeled footsteps on the stairs leading up to his apartment. Just thinking of who it was and what he'd soon be doing to her had him energized. He stood in the hallway, counting to ten in order to try not to seem too eager to get to the door. While standing there, he also made sure that his erection couldn't be seen through his dark jeans.
When a thought struck him, he ran back into his bedroom and flung his shirt into the hamper. He sniffed himself the best he could and, satisfied that he didn't stink but he also smelled vaguely of his cologne, he kicked off his shoes and socks. When they were together, her favorite outfit to see him in was jeans - and nothing else. He felt comfortable wearing it, too. The doorbell rang just as he picked up his glass of water.
"It's open." He called, satisfied when the door creaked open a few moments later. He leaned into the hallway, looking at her. She looked even hotter than he'd remembered. Tight jeans that clung to her like leather, a strapless silk top that left her belly button exposed and enhanced her small breasts. He winked and smiled. "Come on in, good lookin'." He said, and went forward into the kitchen. He glanced at her through the window in the island and punched the air when he saw her walking towards the kitchen. By now, she knew about his tentacles; he didn't try to hide them from her.
"Beer?" He asked, holding it up as he closed the fridge with one of the muscly tentacles. She wasn't acting uncomfortable; he had always had a feeling that it wasn't his tentacles that caused her to break it off. She nodded and he walked towards her, but she skirted away as he came closer. He stopped, his expression unreadable, before holding out the sweating beer. She took it and popped the top against the counter.
"How you been?" He asked, folding his arms. He smiled at the surprised look on his face. "Come on, Red; being an ass is nothing but an act. Women seem to like it."
"Yeah, well, you're an ass. I don't mingle with asses anymore." She disguised a flinch as anger flashed in his eyes.
