Playing with Fire

"I don't know," I said, flip-flopping between the desire for that cash and to show off, and knowing how easy it was to create a reputation at a place like this. "Come on, I have to drive home guys. Let's get this show on the road."

Dru pocketed the $100 and he and Curtis followed me towards the doors. I locked up behind us, and turned to the guys. "Hey Dru," I said, reaching forward. I grabbed the bill out of his pocket and slid it into my own. "You lose." I stepped back, and flashed them my panties quickly--a tiny red thong--as I turned away. "See you tomorrow," I called back over my shoulder.

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As soon as I got home, I made straight for the bedroom and my favourite vibrator (Brand new, purchased post-breakup). I was dripping wet, still on a high from the flashing and the attention from the two older men. I lay back down in my bed, whimpering as I slid my panties down my legs. They clung to my wetness, and I wondered if there was any way Dru or Curtis had been able to see that I was turned on when I flashed them. The thought ramped up my libido even more.

I turned on my favourite vibrator and closed my eyes as I held it over my clit, starting with the lowest setting. I closed my eyes and replayed the evening, all while the vibrator hummed on slowly. As much as I loved teasing, I also loved being teased, and I imagined that Dru was holding the vibrator to my clit, telling me that he would not let me cum for him until I begged. I imagined his hands on my hips, driving me down into the bed. Maybe he would tie me up, forcing me to suck his cock before fucking me hard and deep. I wondered if he had a big cock...he must, with how many girls I worked with who had gone back for seconds.

I turned up my vibrator, whimpering as the sensations became more intense.

I was so hot and wet, I knew it was only a matter of time before I would cum hard. I turned the vibrator up once more and grabbed my breast hard with my other hand. Just as I came, I imagined Curtis licking my breasts while I was tied up, with Dru forcing me to come over and over on a vibrator. I moaned, biting my pillow as I came, forcing two fingers into my pussy so I could feel the spasms from the inside--all while imagining that the hands inside of me belonged to someone else.

"Where did that come from?" I whispered to myself after I had come down from that sexed-up high, thinking about my fantasy of not only Dru but Curtis. Yes, Curtis was attractive, but I had never particularly lusted after him. Why now? And why both men? I had never had threesome fantasies before, considering myself more of an "old fashioned" girl. No open relationships, no threesomes, no polyamory. Just plain old monogamy. So why was this idea of being dominated by two men making me want to cum again?

I shrugged it off, wanting to just enjoy the afterglow of my orgasm instead of trying to dissect the fantasy. I curled up under my blanket, letting the silence of the night surround me. I let my mind wander to the date I had promised Dru the next day. What would we do? Would we just grab a drink, awkwardly stumble through an appetizer, then call it a day? I was scared that outside the alternate reality of my work, it would be too offputting to go out with someone who could realistically be my father. Or maybe, maybe it would be better away from prying eyes and familiar faces. Maybe it would be good to just feel desirable again, to put myself out there and flirt with someone I had been attracted to for so long. Right there, I decided that I was going to keep an open mind and allow myself to enjoy it--no overthinking the age thing. After all, I wasn't going to date the guy.

Would I kiss him?

I wasn't sure. My breakup was new, and despite my fantasies, the idea of kissing someone else was pushing it a bit. Maybe it was just what I needed though, to get over that initial hump and start the process of really getting over Jay. I decided to feel it out--no expectations, no forcing myself to move on faster than what I was ready for.

Besides, there's no real way to plan for a date when you have no clue what said date will consist of.

I fell asleep to thoughts of Dru, thumb tracing my lower lip and a dangerous light in his green eyes. I fell asleep with anticipation for the next day.

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I woke up to darkness at 5am, the winter sun still hidden well below the horizon. The sun wouldn't rise until after I was at work. Fuck, I hated winter.

I picked out my outfit carefully, dressing not only for work but for a date. On Sundays we didn't have to wear the uniform top, so long as we wore a black shirt. I opted for a black long-sleeved V neck, worn over a black bra that made my cleavage pop. I chose thigh highs again, this time trimmed with black lace, clipped onto a black garter which I slipped over my black thong. Even if Dru wasn't going to see it, I may as well look cute. FInally, I slipped into a nearly knee-length grey and black skirt that sat high on my waist and complimented my curvy figure. While I knew that it was technically not up to dress-code, the AM Nicki was working and she didn't care, as long as no customers made a complaint, which they wouldn't considering the relatively modest cut of my skirt. I wasn't lying when I said I could wear the outfit to church--I would just throw on a scarf to hide the girls from view, if I actually was headed somewhere Godly. Instead, I was going into a decidedly ungodly bar, so the scarf was not necessary.

I made it to work with three Starbucks lattes in hand at 6:40. I worked every Sunday morning, and every Sunday morning I brought a latte for the cook and Nickie. Probably one of the reasons she never dress-coded me. I then sat down and sipped my latte leisurely, enjoying a few minutes before we turned on the music and the real work started. I glanced at the schedule--all kids and families. No mens teams--no Dru.

I felt a bit of tension leave my body. In the daytime, the idea of going on a date with Dru was far more intimidating. Why had I agreed to a date with him? Everyone at the Tipsy Penguin was so quick to gossip, and I knew how locker talk went. If Dru told them I had gone out (or God forbid, hooked up with) him, I would never live it down. They may be over 40, but these grown-ass hockey players were like children.

Was there a way to get out of it, I wondered? Maybe tell him I was called in at my other job. But no, the office wasn't even open on weekends. Even if it was, I didn't have Dru's number and he lived on the south end of the city. It wouldn't be fair for him to drive all this way just for me to cancel on him.

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So, I found myself in the bathroom at 11:45, touching up my makeup. My look was a slightly more subtle version of the previous night, with soft brown eyeshadow, black winged eyeliner, and a matte plum lipstick. KIss proof, according to the container. Maybe I'd test that out. I had a light dusting of foundation on, and my freckles showed through. I looked at myself critically in the mirror, brushing my hair until it fell just right. I even brushed my teeth again, making sure my breath was fresh. I spritzed on some of my favourite perfume--neck, wrists, and on a final whim, on my ankles. Just in case.

I slipped back into the staff area and clocked out before going to the back and gathering my things. I slung my purse and my heavy winter jacket over my arm, and went back to the front area to wait.

Dru arrived at 12:10, and looked at me in surprised. "Done already?" he asked. "You cashed out quick."

I flushed, not wanting to tell him that I clocked out early just to look pretty for our date. "Yeah, one of the girls came in a bit early so I was able to finish up a few minutes ago. Your timing is perfect."

It was weird, talking to him like this. I wasn't quite sure how to navigate it--he was not a customer, and I wasn't his server, but I still felt like he was leading this interaction with just one simple statement.

"So, what's the plan?" I asked.

"No plan yet." Again, that cocky grin. "Just to have a good time, away from this shithole."

I laughed at that. "I'm all in."

I stood up and slipped on my jacket, purse over my shoulder. "Lead the way, then."

We walked out of the building side-by-side, and I followed him over to his truck. He opened the door for me, and I couldn't help but tease him. "Such a gentleman. If I didn't see you three days a week at this place, I'd think you were just a nice guy. But I know you too well for that."

"Being a nice guy is overrated. I think being a bit evil is more fun for everyone involved," he said, throwing a wink my way. "At least, so I've been told by some very satisfied customers."

"Oh, so you do charge. I figured."

He laughed at that as he closed the door, but silence once again fell once he got into the vehicle. He seemed comfortable in the silence--and, judging by the slight smirk on his face, he may have been enjoying my discomfort.

"So," he finally said. "Where did you think we'd go on this long-awaited date?"

It was odd, hearing the word date on his lips. Whenever I'd dated in the past--admittedly few people--they'd been close to my age and it had been so much more formal than this. Date hardly seemed like the right word.

"Long awaited, hey? You just asked me last night."

"Well, you've been eye-fucking me for a year, so I'd say you've been waiting a long time for it at least."

I laughed again--how else could I react? I had, admittedly, been quite brazen about my flirting for the past year, but so had he (in spite of his relationship status, and mine). "Yeah, yeah" I answered sarcastically. "Like it hasn't gone both ways."

"I never said that," Dru said, his devilish tone sending a little tingle down my spine as I imagined him getting off to me. God, I really was sex starved.

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We ended up going out for a casual lunch at a quiet bar near his house, with strong drinks and good food. As soon as we were in a neutral setting, conversation flowed more easily than I ever imagined it could. Dru asked intelligent questions and seemed genuinely interested in my life, and although our conversation was peppered by his smart little comments that verged on (okay, crossed the line of) inappropriate, it didn't detract from my enjoyment of the time. In fact, I think it heightened it. I had gone from being with someone who was too taciturn and laid back, unwilling to push boundaries even a little. When I had asked Jordan to fool around with me in a movie theater, he had seemed genuinely disgusted. And I had felt dirty, and not in a good way.

After we finished our food and countless rounds of drinks, he motioned for me to follow him out. We had parked at his house and walked over, so we made our way back tipsily to his house. He held my hand, strong calloused hands gripping my own small and soft ones. It sent a thrill down to the tips of my toes, and even just that bit of sexually-charged physical contact made my pussy pulse with excitement. Maybe I would fuck him today, I thought in my alcohol daze. What difference did it make? It would happen eventually, there was no way it wouldn't. I should do it now, while I'm drunk and confident. Plus, it would be a waste of my sexy outfit not to.

By the time we made it to his three-bedroom bungalow a five minute walk away, my mind was nearly made up. I was 80% sure I would sleep with him. Maybe 90%. Only a small part of me held back, cautioning me to be careful and not to do anything I would regret.

The conversation had slowly morphed to being quite sensual in nature, as Dru asked me how I felt after the breakup and if I missed the sex.

"I think I do," I said, slowly. I was doing my best not to stumble over my words."But I think I can start having better sex now. We weren't really comp-co-" I scrunched up my nose in irritation. After 2 tequila shots and quite a few mojitos, the words were not coming as easily as they normally did. "Compatible" I finally managed, "with what we were into."

"Oh?" Dru's tone gave nothing away, but I did catch him give me a sidelong glance as he punched in the keycode for his door and beckoned me in.

"I'm a bit more risque than him. Or, at least, I'm curious about far more. I was with him so long I haven't had much time to experiment."

"What are you into?" Dru asked, boldly, as he helped me out of my jacket.

"Oh, just more...out there things" I said, suddenly shy as we stood in his turf once more. The power balance had shifted, and I was hyper-aware of the fact that I was standing, very drunk, in the home of a man who was nearly a stranger. A stranger who wanted to fuck me, while I was talking about my sex life with a former partner who I had thought I would probably spend my life with.

"I think you're submissive," he said out of the blue as he stepped closer to me. "I think you want to be dominated, and that he wasn't man enough to do that. Am I close?"

I stepped back slightly, my back pushing up against the wall as I tilted my head to look at him. My face must have been glowing red. "Maybe" I said softly, barely above a whisper. I felt the urge to cry, but also to grab this man's neck and pull his lips down onto mine.

"Good," he said in a low tone. And then, in one smooth motion, he grabbed my wrists, pushed his body up against mine, and kissed me. A deep, languid, sensual kiss, his tongue making his way into my mouth as his lips claimed mine. I whimpered against him, my heart racing as I met him with matching eagerness. God, it felt so good. Better than I had imagined. My pussy ached for him, for his touch, even though he had not moved his hands from my wrists.

He moved back far too soon, smirked, and started to walk away. "Come on. Let's grab some more drinks. Some guys from the team are coming over to watch the game tonight so the fridge is stocked."

I stood there a moment, feeling a pang of insecurity. Was I being blown off? Why wasn't he trying to get in my pants, to touch me? Was I that bad a kisser?

Dru turned as he reached the kitchen. "You're not working tomorrow, you said. So don't worry about drinking. You'll spend the night here and I'll drive you back to your car tomorrow."

Fuck, that assertiveness was hot. I should be offended that he would assume I would stay--I should call him out and say something.

"Yes, sir," I called him, finding my voice. I knew I was poking the bear--he was clearly dominant, and I hoped he gathered that his assertion about my desire to be dominated was correct. I followed him into the kitchen, where he sat me down on a barstool and poured a beer of some kind into a glass. I noticed that it was the same glasses we used at the bar...the fucker had definitely stolen them.

The kiss had sent a jolt of adrenaline through my body, but had also left me feeling just a touch more sober--I was glad for it. If guys from the team were visiting, I didn't want to be shitfaced.

"So, you're submissive and you want to explore that more" he stated as he stood across from me.

"Yes," I said, voice once more soft. Not unsure, though. Just quiet.

"I could make you cum over and over again on my tongue while you're tied up," he said.

Holy fuck, this man was bold. I flushed at this. "I don't know" I said, and immediately regretted it.

"Why is that?"

"I've never..." I trailed off. "I mean, I don't think I can cum that way."

He looked genuinely shocked, probably the only time the smirking, impossible-to-read look had shifted from his face all day. "No one has ever gone down on you before?"

"They have, I just haven't been able to get there from it."

He nodded, as though filing that away. "Good to know. But you have been tied up, then."

"A few times, but I want to do it more." The alcohol really was making me bold. I may not be shitfaced but I was certainly feeling the booze still. "I'm assuming you've tied people up before."

"A time or two," he said with a wink.

It was such an odd experience, having this conversation while sitting across the kitchen island from this man who had just kissed me. It felt like just a frank, honest conversation with a friend. Not steamy pillow-talk, no intimacy or closeness. Just...candid. Why was I telling him this? Why wasn't I embarrassed, why wasn't he touching me or trying to initiate something? Maybe because his friends were coming over. Maybe he was trying to get me hot and bothered for later. Then why wasn't he kissing me, touching me, pushing a bit? My foggy brain could not reconcile it.

"I've tied up a woman and teased her for hours. Leaving her in my bed while I touched myself, not letting her cum. Bringing her to the edge, over and over." He watched my expression carefully, watched as I crossed my leg and I was unable to keep up eye contact. God, how I wanted that!

"I'd like to be fucked in public," I said, matching his boldness. "I imagine being touched in a bus by a stranger, cumming on his hand and then feeling him inside me. People around us would watch, maybe even touch me as I was used. Or in a movie theater."

Dru would be the perfect height to use me in public, pushing aside my panties and sliding his cock inside of me.

Before he could answer, there was a knock at the door and the sound of people entering the house without waiting for Dru to let them in.

I sighed inwardly. Just as we were getting somewhere. I ran my hands through my hair self-consciously, staying seated on my barstool.

Curtis walked in, flanked by two other guys from the team. "Hey hey, look who it is. Our favourite little slu--I mean, our favourite bartender." He grinned innocently as I flushed at his faux misstep. Was my lipstick really kiss proof? I wondered, suddenly aware that I hadn't had a chance to look in the mirror to make sure I was presentable after that hot kiss that Dru had initiated only minutes before.

"Hey Curtis, hey Mike, James." I smiled at the guys. I felt small again, like I was here to serve them and not as an equal. Interacting with them outside of work was so odd.

They soon put me at ease as the guys grabbed beers. I helped Dru pour bags of chips into bowls and set them in the living room, falling easily into the role of host. When the hockey game came on, I sat next to Dru on a loveseat while the other guys lounged on a couch and chair. I found it surprisingly easy to join in the shit-talking and cheering as the home team dominated in the first period, sitting close to Dru and sipping my beer. I slipped off to the bathroom after just a few minutes to check my makeup, and made a mental note to write a good review for the lipstick. Turns out it really was kiss-proof.

When I sat down, Dru put his hand possessively on my thigh. I saw Curtis clock this, those sharp eyes taking it in quickly. He had an unreadable expression on his face and I flushed, looking back at the TV.

After the second period had finished, Dru pulled out a joint. "Let's go outside," he said.

There were a few murmurs of agreement, and everyone made their way out the back into a surprisingly well-kept back yard. I noted the absence of a swing set or anything child related...I had never asked Dru if he had kids, but judging on his space, I guessed that he did not.

I settled back on a lounge chair and eyeballed the joint as it was passed to me.

"I don't really smoke," I admitted. Bad idea in a group of men who were puffing their joints like they were just another cigarette.

"All the more reason to smoke now," said Curtis, tipping his chin at the joint. "Go one. Don't turn down the good stuff."

"Besides, you're staying here tonight. It's not like you have to drive," Dru said slyly, acting for all the world like the words coming from his mouth were common knowledge.

"Ohhhhh hooo!" The response was almost instantaneous from the rowdy group. "Dru, my man," said James, slapping him on the back.