corner, where it would rest until closing time. Part of his pay was the free drink coupons in his pocket, and he hopped the short stage, doing his best to establish a nonchalant amble as he joined Lucy at the bar. She smiled at his appearance slinging a thin arm around his neck and planting a big kiss on his cheek. He laughed, knowing her lipstick stained his cheek and not caring. As promised, she paid for the first round; cheap whiskey shooters that they downed before they glasses cleared the bartender’s hand. She waved for a second round as he felt the liquor burn its way into his belly and without hesitation grabbed the refilled glass and drained it. His felt the dull wave in his mind as the alcohol saturated blood washed through him and he surrendered to it.
It didn’t take long for Owen to start counting the passage of time in drinks, but he didn’t feel drunk. His nose wasn’t numb, his mind felt mostly clear, and he stopped, content to revel in his buzz. Lucy kept pounding back drinks, all of them shots, and somewhere along the line, she leaned into him and kissed him hard. She molded into him and he made room for her, drawing her tighter for a passionate, if clumsy embrace as her tongue probed his mouth and lips. He reciprocated, and found that her breath tasted like alcohol, but that something else lingered there. He almost stopped, but her free hand drifted below the bar, stroking his penis through his jeans. Small explosions of pleasure radiated from around her hand and when he looked at her, he saw an animal need there that absorbed and amplified his.
“Let’s get out of here,” he said, the words slurred. He took her hand, but when he tried to lead her out back to his truck, she shook her head, biting her lip in with a seductive smile.
“Got a ride already,” she said, dragging him towards the front door.
He paused for a second, thinking of his gear, but the gleam in her dark green eyes was so ripe with promises that it overwhelmed his senses. And besides, the bar owner was a friend, he wouldn’t mind if Owen got his stuff in the morning.
Owen let Lucy lead him outside, pulling her close for a kiss that she melted into before separating and pulling her cellphone. She spoke softly, giggling at the person on the other end of the line. Owen looked up and saw the stars twinkling in the sky, the moon hung full and low. Lucy came over and nuzzled his neck, brushing her lips and tongue across the soft flesh under his jaw. He slipped a hand low cupping her buttocks, the thin fabric of her dress pressing through to the panties beneath.
She lifted his hand away with playful slowness, “Not here.”
“My place,” Owen said.
Shaking her head with mock seriousness, she said, “Trying to lure a good girl like me home? You should be ashamed.” Lucy took her head in his hands and brought his ear next to her lips, “You’re coming with me,” she whispered, her breath tickling his flesh. Finishing the sentence with another hard kiss, she parted from him as headlights pulled into the unpaved lot. The cab was a dull yellow, and as the driver got out, Owen got a strange vibe from him, but Lucy basically pushed him into the back, barely giving him enough time to sit up before she was on him. Their lips met, her hands found the naked flesh of his chest under his shirt, and she encouraged the same, his hands exploring the soft contours of her body.
They stayed like that a while, and Owen used it to properly acquaint himself with Lucy Schultz’s body. He ran hid hands up under the hem of her dress, sliding his fingers into the cup of her bra, looping the other hand around to cup her ass. He tried to work his way inside the smooth fabric, but she stopped him with a coy shake of the head. Reaching the limit of his ability in their current state of dress. He looked up as the car hit a pothole and found they’d come to an abandoned auto mechanic’s garage. Registering that it had been Rudy Hardwick’s garage, before he’d suffered the stroke two years previous, he looked at Lucy and said, “You live round here?”
She shook her head and something was different about her, more predatory.