Broken Arrow Ch. 02

He'd always had the good fortune that, because of his looks or his height or even because of his quiet confidence, he'd never had to work at getting women. They simply threw themselves at him. Now, though, he felt handicapped by his relative lack of experience at pursuing a woman who showed at least some reluctance.

Dani hugged him briefly, and he again caught a faint, intoxicating trace of her scent. His groin quickly began to stir, but Dani was moving away from him.

"Can I walk you to your car?" he asked quickly, gesturing toward the front door where he'd entered at the beginning of his shift, and taking the first step in that direction.

As soon as he said it, an image flashed in his mind from earlier in the night, when he'd had fairly rough sex with the petite, redheaded customer after walking her to her car.

"'Can I walk you to your car?' That's your line? Jesus Christ, you're an idiot," he thought. "Of course she's going to think you're directly asking her for sex, after that stunt tonight." He didn't mind being direct, but sensed that it was not the approach to take with Dani.

In truth, Dani didn't make the connection that Nathan feared. A combination of the muscle memory carrying her toward the door she'd used every day for years now, and a focus on the pained look on Nathan's face as he made his offer, were what led to her response.

"Oh. No thanks, my car's parked out back. Good night," she said as she headed that way.

Now it was her turn for immediate regret at what she'd said. "Of course you want him to walk you to your car. No wonder you're still single, with that elementary-school level of flirting."

Sensing that the moment was gone, and that turning around now to accept his offer would be even more awkward than their brief conversation, Dani resigned herself to going home. Closing the Broken Arrow's rear door behind her, she walked quickly across the now-empty parking lot to her car, and pulled away.

Nathan, eyes even more distant than usual, left through the front door, followed by Anna's cheery call, "Good night, handsome. See you tomorrow."

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Anna had watched with bemusement as the exchange played out between her co-workers, while she finished the sweeping. Knowing that she had no intention of ending her own night for several more hours, she had just texted one of her former classmates to see if he was still awake.

They weren't exactly friends, or really even lovers, but had come to sort of an unspoken agreement that they would get in touch when they were horny, and they'd have a quick romp if both were free. This arrangement, for lack of a better word (Anna hated it when he called them 'fuck buddies') had lasted for over two years now, excepting several short relationships they'd each had with other people.

'Ding' came the text tone from her phone. "Sorry babe, can't 2nite. In Vegas. Bachelor party."

"Shit." He had mentioned that and she'd just forgotten. "Ok loser, ur loss" she texted back, adding a smiley face; she wasn't really angry with him.

'Ding' came the tone again. "Aww babe u know I would if I was there. Send a snapchat of those awesome tits." Now it was his turn to add a smiley emoticon, but this time with devilish horns and a toothy grin.

"To share w/ur bachelor party friends? Not a chance. Text when ur home."

She added a clipart of kissing lips to say goodbye, and sighed as she turned off her phone. Maybe she'd have better luck at the food and bev after-party down the street.

"Strike out with your fuck buddy?"

Anna jumped from her stool, startled; she hadn't heard Cody come out from his office.

"Fuck you Cody, you know I hate it when he calls me that, so I definitely don't want to hear it from you." She wondered, not for the first time, why she'd ever told him that secret.

"Ok, ok, chillax. Still, your face says he's not coming to meet you."

Anna knew that Cody was basically a good guy, but the slight grin on his face would look almost lecherous on someone else. He raised one eyebrow questioningly and cocked his head toward the open office door in silent invitation.

"Don't feel bad, I'm alone tonight too, but I do have some more of that outrageously good mezcal you like...," he left the offer hanging in the air.

This wouldn't be the first time they'd hooked up. Anna was open about wanting sex on a regular basis, and didn't feel she was doing anything immoral as long as she wasn't actually selling it, or putting herself at risk of being a homewrecker by screwing around with a married man.

After her first time with Cody, she'd been clear that it wouldn't be a regular event and that it had no connection to her job at all. She didn't want to see extra tips in her envelope, better shift schedules or anything like that. They'd have the occasional fling when they both felt like it, to blow off some steam, and that would be all.

Cody, to his credit, had stuck to his end of the bargain He didn't show favoritism, and to Anna's surprise, didn't hound her constantly for sex like she'd feared he might. To her even bigger surprise—having thought of him as somewhat shallow and self-centered—she found that not only did he enjoy going down on her, he was very good at it.

She paused, thinking it over while Cody waited hopefully.

"Ok," she said finally, "But not in that shithole of an office again, you really need to clean it." She paused, with a mischievous grin on her face. "You know where I want to do it."

"Aarrgghh. Anna Anna Anna, you know I can't fuck you on the bar, that breaks like six different health code rules. If anyone ever found out they could close me down."

They'd had this fight before, and she always felt his resolve wavering a little more each time. She'd get her way at some point, and maybe even tonight. Still, though, she'd been horny ever since her failed play on Nathan in the storeroom. She was starting to get that itch between her legs, and could feel some moisture beginning to dampen her pubes. A little more cajoling on his part, and maybe some of that mezcal, and she'd probably give in, moving to his office rather than climbing up on the bar as she'd fantasized about for some time.

Anna couldn't say exactly why she wanted to be taken while sitting with her bare ass on the polished oak of the bartop, but she did. Maybe it was a restrained form of exhibitionism, having sex in a public place, although without the public. Maybe she just looked forward to the smile she'd get every time she worked; she could think about what had happened in that exact spot, where she was now sliding a beer to someone. Or, maybe she just liked exercising this little bit of power over a man who so clearly wanted her.

"Yeah, screw that ratty, old, pleather couch in his office," she thought. "I'm getting my own way."

"Time to fight dirty."

Holding eye contact with Cody, and smiling slightly, she pulled down the edge of her pants so that he could see her pale blue bikini-style panties, adorned with little teddy bears. Anna knew that guys often swooned over this little-girl look, and Cody was worst than most. He had a serious fetish about collecting women's panties, and Anna suspected that he'd be going home with this pair after they parted ways tonight.

"Fuck, Anna, you're killing me!" he said half heartedly. "I can't do it."

She raised her hips slightly so she could wiggle the top of her pants down a bit more, all the while staring into his eyes as he moved closer to her. When he saw the moist patch on the front of the blue material, they both knew she'd get her way.

Approaching her with his attention fixed on the damp spot between her legs, Cody didn't even notice that Anna had begun loosening the buttons on her collared top. As he neared the chair where she was sitting, her legs spread a bit so that he could stand between them, looking down at her and finally noticing his unobstructed view of her bra.

"Damn," he said, "another of these front-opening ones. I always struggle with that; tell you what, you open it, and I'll open these."

He pulled on the bow securing her capri pants, their waist now mostly located on her nicely-tanned thighs. The waist band loosened noticeably and she pushed the pants over her knees, letting them drop to her ankles as her hands pulled away from the freely-hanging bra.

Seeing her in this partially dressed, yet totally accessible state was almost more of a turn-on to Cody than seeing a fully naked woman on her back. It spoke of a promising evening, with amazing things to come and no mistakes made yet. He paused to savor it.

Anna had seen this look with Cody each time they'd been together. Even though it confused her at first and had even seemed a bit creepy, she'd come to enjoy the obvious appreciation on his face. How could you be upset at someone enjoying the sight of you that much?

She used the time productively, undoing his belt, drawing down his pants and underwear, before pulling his Broken Arrow polo shirt up as high on his chest as she could reach while seated.

She ran her hands up under his shirt, in the area it still covered, scratching his back before twisting his nipples. He refocused on her and smiled before stepping out of his fallen pants and pulling his shirt the rest of the way off.

"Let's go violate some health codes," he said warmly.

Anna squealed with delight in anticipation of realizing this fetish, as she let the last of her clothes fall to the floor. She ran past him, settling on the serving area where food first came out from the kitchen. Cody sighed.

"That's not the bar. What are you doing?"

"Serving myself to you. Come have a taste," she said, opening her legs a bit and beaming with an ear-to-ear grin.

Cody closed his eyes at the sight of a flash of pink between the dark black curls of her triangle, and resignedly walked his way over to her, dropping to his knees at the last. Her smell was simply amazing, just as he remembered.

There was the feminine scent, and a bit of sweat of course, but he was sure he smelled a hint of the vanilla that was prominent in her perfume when she first showed up for work each day. Did she actually add some down here, or was it just part of her soap or body wash? Whatever its source, it made him feel like he was enjoying an ice cream cone or some sort of candy as he pulled his teeth through her curls, before landing kisses along her inner thigh.

While licking and planting small bites there, he rubbed his prominent cheekbone into her mound, causing her first squirming of the night. He turned and repeated the process on the other side, before bringing his attention to her outer lips. She was less sensitive here than some other girls, so he played with them a bit roughly, pulling them out with his teeth and even slapping them back and forth with his tongue.

Her labia grew more engorged the longer he lavished attention on them, and Anna worked her fingers into Cody's hair as he got closer to her center. He knew from prior experience with her to begin scraping his fingernail along the underside of her legs; she pulled at her breasts, occasionally reaching a nipple to her mouth.

She began to moan in earnest when he pierced her slit with his tongue, and forced his face into her loins. Achieving the maximum possible penetration with his tongue, he added two fingers before moving his mouth directly to her button.

Given the strength of her response and the force with which she pulled his head between her legs, he thought she would cum immediately. Instead, he was impressed when she wailed and screamed soundlessly for 20, 30, even 40 seconds before finally clamping her legs around his head and beginning the shiver that signaled her orgasm.

Standing up from his position on the floor, Cody pulled the still shaking girl to him, holding her head at his chest level while slowly stroking her hair. He was rewarded a minute or two later when her breathing returned to normal and her head sank downward, her mouth engulfing him as her hand played carefully with his sack. Cody sighed, never tiring of this first feel of a woman's mouth on his cock, but knowing he couldn't last long this way.

When Anna found a rhythm, moving up and down on him, he finally pushed her hair away from her face, causing her to look up at him.

"If we're going to do this," he said, "Let's do it right. Get that beautiful ass of yours up on the bar."

Anna jumped onto the nearest point, basically at the end, where the servers would crowd past the crush of patrons as they took food and drinks to the tables.

"No, no, down here," he said. "This is where most of the orders are taken. If you want to do this right you should leave at least a trace of pussy smell for people to wonder about, as they wait to catch your eye and get their drink."

There was nothing particularly elegant about what followed; they were simply two adults taking comfort in each other at the end of a long day. Cody slid between Anna's legs, enjoying the feel of her pubic hairs parting, tickling his cock as it slid between them. Anna enjoyed its pressure on her clit, and appreciated the gesture as Cody moved her hair out of her eyes before he began.

He kissed her sweetly, and entered her in a single movement. Given her young age, and despite her range of lovers, she was still tight, and warm, and Cody wouldn't last long.

He moved slowly at first, savoring the feeling of being inside this girl, having missed it since their last time together. He didn't want it to end, but eventually couldn't resist increasing the pace and driving deeper into her.

Anna encouraged him, telling him how good he felt in her, laying one hand in the small of his back and running the other through his hair or along his forearm. Reaching between her legs, she stroked his pouch and pulled softly on the hairs there, almost tickling him until he spurted strongly inside of her.

Pulling away from her after a moment, he glanced at the small pool of their fluids puddling underneath her on the bar.

"Damn girl," he said, "there's enough here that even the kitchen staff in back will smell it."

Anna sighed, her fleeting sense of affection for Cody suddenly gone. "Why do you always have to be a dick and spoil such a sweet moment? Go get my clothes from back there; I have to get going."

Cody handed her a stack of napkins from the dispenser before moving toward the office, and Anna began to clean herself. Within ten minutes, the neon signs in the bar's windows were extinguished, and the co-workers were all on their separate ways home. Cody, as predicted, had the blue, teddy-bear underwear in his pocket.