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Sweltering Score
Date: 10/9/2015, Categories: Straight Sex, Author: ladyofglenkirk, Rating: , Source: LushStories
grip poking out, lifting his shirt just enough for you to peep at his chiseled stomach, but you make do with what you have. Just thinking about the gun makes you cross your legs. “Jamey neat, right?” He speaks abruptly, like he’s doing you a favor. He has no idea how right he is. “How’d you know?” You play it off cool but inside you’re reeling. A lucky guess, that’s all. “I seen you in here,” he says. “Like I’m not gonna notice a girl that looks like you orderin’ straight Irish whiskey?” He laughs like he’s just told the world’s funniest joke. “Please.” The bartender serves him immediately. Everyone knows you don’t keep Jack waiting. He slides the glass over to you and you thank him, taking it down in one gulp. He chuckles. He’s warming up to you. You know what’s on his mind now, and you’re right there with him. “Slow down, sweetheart. You got a long night ahead of you.” You move in closer to him, so close you can feel the hard steel digging into your hip through his pants. His smell is more intoxicating than the whiskey. He smells like musk and sweat and man. You reach into your shirt and flash him the small vial you have tucked away in your cleavage. “Don’t worry about me, baby. I got us a nice little pick-me-up.” He takes down the rest of his whiskey and slams the glass on the bar, smiling wide at you. He looks around before grabbing your ass and pulling you close to him. His breath is hot and smells of booze and cigarettes as his gruff voice rings in your ear. “Who’s car ... we gonna take?” Your car is a piece of shit. It’s in the shop. It’s always in the shop. Jack gives you a knowing grin and tells you he’ll meet you outside in five. “Got some shit I need to wrap up in here.” “Don’t keep me waiting too long.” The liquid courage is strong, and you’re enjoying playing cat-and-mouse with him even though he’s dangerous. Maybe because he’s dangerous. He leans in close again. His scent is making you dizzy. “You’d wait all fuckin’ night for me, sweetheart. And you know it.” Your panties are drenched by the time you make it out to the car. You light a cigarette and wait for him, thinking of all the things you want him to do to you. You’ve waited forever for this. You know you’ll do anything he wants. He finally comes out of the bar. It’s been fifteen minutes. You know he did it on purpose. He makes his way to the car with that swag you can’t get enough of. “Get in.” You jump in the passenger seat and tell him where your place is. It’s only a few blocks away but you can’t get there soon enough. He starts the car and reaches into his pants, pulling out the gun and handing it to you. ”Hold this.” It’s heavier than you thought. You’ve never held a gun before, and the weight of it in your hand is making you so hot. You start to think about the weight of something else in his pants, and you almost don’t hear him when he snaps at you. “Fuckin’ put it somewhere already. You got a purse or some shit?” Your purse is too small to hold it so you slide it up under ...