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  She gasps for air, hissing it out before letting out a small cough as she shakes her head before pouring another as she watches Leon down his.

  “Smooth.” He says, grimacing as he pushes the shot glass back over to Alia.

  She pours him another before picking it up and handing it over to him.

  Alia picks up her own shot as well, before holding it up in the air my her mouth and letting out a little giggle.

  “One… Two… Three…” She whispers before tossing the second shot down her throat.

  He slides the glass back over to her after slamming it down on the bar top in front of him, his eyes watering as she grabs the little glass and takes it over to the hand sink behind her and places them gently into the stainless steel tub.

  She wipes her eyes, smiling as she walks back over to the bar before leaning against it on her elbows and pressing her chest against the edge.

  “You know…” He starts, clearing his throat. “I come here pretty often and I’ve never seen you before…”

  “How often is pretty often?” She asks, lifting her hand up to rest her cheek on her fist.

  “Often enough.” He says, his voice getting lower.

  “Obviously not often enough.” She smirks, standing up and leaning backwards as she bites her bottom lip. “I’ve been here for a week. Maybe you just haven’t been paying attention.”

  “I think I would have noticed…” He jokes, letting out a short chuckle.

  “But you didn’t.” She whispers.

  “Well, I’m noticing now…” He says, coyly.

  Alia squints her dark eyes as she feels her face flush red.

  She reaches out to him, grabbing his hand before quickly glancing up at the black, domed security camera above the bar.

  “Come with me…” She says, gently pulling on him as she walks down the length of the bar, him following behind her on the other side.

  “Yeah, I’ll come…” He whispers back to her as she pulls him down the short hallway to the bathrooms before opening up the small broom closet.

  “Fuck, I hope so.” She whispers back, her hushed voice harsh as she pushes him inside before pulling on the cord to turn on the single lightbulb overhead.

  She closes the door behind her as she pushes him to lean against a tall wooden shelf before she gets down to her knees in front of him.

  Alia presses her hands against his thighs before pushing her palms up his jeans to his waist. She pulls his forward against the band to the silver button front and center before pulling it through the button hole and pulling down the zipper of his fly.

  Leon leans back, resting the back of his head against the shelf as he brushes his fingertips against the top of Alia’s hair, dragging them from her forehead back to the base of her messy bun as he closes his eyes.

  She licks her lips, her heart pounding in her chest as she grips the outside seam of his jeans before pulling them down over his hips and thighs until they rest at his knees.

  Alia drags her palms up against the back of his thighs as she watches Leon’s tenting cock twitch inside of his boxers as it stiffens before squeezing his fleshy, muscular cheeks between her finger tips.

  She gasps, a small smirk crossing her lips as she pulls his boxers down, his thick, stiff cock bouncing free from its prison.

  Alia bites her bottom lip as she listens to Leon let out a shaking breath as she wraps her fingers around his thick shaft before slowly pumping up and down, squeezing her palm against his sensitive skin.

  Leon grips the shelf as Alia leans forward towards him, her hot breath getting closer and closer before, finally, her soft lips press gently against the head of his cock.

  She opens her lips, letting her tongue press against his sensitive tip before she swirls it around as she sinks him further into her mouth.

  Alia sucks on the head of his stiff cock as she pumps her hand up and down against his shaft as her other hand trails up the inside of his thigh before her finger tips gently caress his sack.

  “Stop…” He moans, pulling away from her as he gently pushes her chin away from him with his fingers.

  She nods her head slowly up and down as she looks up at him with her big brown eyes from his waist.

  “Get up…” He whispers roughly as he reaches under her arms and pulls her up.

  She gets to her feet, her center burning as she watches the muscles in his thighs contract on either side of his rock hard cock as he kneels down in front of her before he grabs her waist and roughly pulls her towards him.

  “Ah!” She gasps, her body tingling as he roughly unbuttons her jeans and pulls down her fly before pulling her pants and her panties all the way down to her ankles.

  Alia steps out of them, her face hot and burning red as she watches Leon roughly push her clothes to the side before he trails his fingers up her smooth thighs.

  “Oh… my God…” She whispers to herself, stepping aside to open her legs as she feels Leon gently push her thighs apart before pressing his fingers against her sex and slowly rubbing back and forth.

  She sighs out as she feels his middle finger press itself inside of her slit before he sinks it between her pussy lips, dragging it back and forth against her wet walls.

  Her heart pounds in her chest as she watches Leon lean closer before she closes her eyes in anticipation as she feels his hot breath tickle her.

  “Oh!” She gasps as she feels Leon drag his hot, wet tongue against her before he licks again, harder, sinking it into her folds and brushing it over her clit.

  She leans backwards into the shelf, lifting her leg slightly to help spread her thighs a little bit more and Leon pulls her closer as he laps at her clit, stretching her further by adding another finger inside of her.

  He sucks her swollen pearl into his mouth as he flicks his tongue against it, making her stomach tingle before she whines in protest as Leon lets go quickly before pulling his fingers out from inside of her.

  Her chest heaves as she watches him stand up in front of her before he brings his soaking wet fingers up to his mouth and licks away her slick before wrapping his hand around his shaft and pumping up and down a few times.

  “Turn around.” He says, roughly turning her.

  Alia squeezes the shelf, her eyelids heavy as she feels Leon sink one of his hands between her thighs to slightly lift her leg as he closes in on her, his stiff cock pressing against her fleshy cheek.

  She gasps quietly, sucking in her breath as she feels his stiff head press against her entrance before sliding up and down her lips a few times.

  Finally, she sighs out as he enters her, pressing his cock into her as his shaft sinks deeper and deeper before he slowly slides himself back out before taking a second plunge.

  Alia shivers as she feels him lean against her, his hot breath on her neck, as he slowly wraps his arms around her, one of his hands trailing up under her t-shirt before he slips his fingers under her bra to cup her soft breast, the other sliding down her stomach, between her legs, as he sinks his still wet fingers into her slit.

  She moans out, biting her bottom lip as he pulls back her hood before swirling his finger over her swollen pearl as he slowly pumps his cock in and out of her, her wetness sliding down the inside of her thigh.

  “Leon…” She gasps, her body tingling as it begins to stiffen.

  He slows down his pumping as her walls tightly squeeze him as he speeds up the swirling of his fingers against her clit as he massages her breast, pinching her tender nipple as her body begins to jolt.

  “Fuck me!” She cries, her chest heaving up and down as her pussy spasms around his shaft as her sensitive clit bounces up and down under his finger.

  She leans her head forward, letting it rest against the shelf as she hears him groan from behind her as he slowly drags his cock out of her contracting pussy until her soaking wet lips barely brush against his head.

  Alia yelps as she feels him ram back in, sinking himself deeper than ever before as he bucks his hips into her.


  She moans, quietly whimpering as he pulls her away from the shelf his soaking fingers sliding up her body before grabbing her chin and turning her head towards his.

  He presses his lips against hers, his warm, wet tongue sliding across her bottom lip as she opens her mouth to let him explore.

  She relaxes into him as he moans into her mouth as she feels his cock swell inside of her before twitching as he presses his hips hard against her bottom.

  She lifts her arm, reaching around to the back of his head, trailing her fingers through his hair as she feels him slowly slip out from between her lips, his seed slowly flowing from her aching entrance.

  Alia sighs out, trying to catch her breath, her head swimming from the whiskey, as she turns around to rest her head against his chest, his heart loudly beating into her ears as he rubs his hands up and down her back.

  “It’s getting late…” She whispers as she brushes her hand over his naked him.

  “Yeah…” He whispers back to her, his eyes heavy. “I better get going.”

  She nods her head, slowly as she pulls away from him before she quickly steps over to her jeans, bending down to slip them on before pulling them up her thighs and buttoning them at the waist.

  She turns her head, watching out of the corner of her eye as Leon pulls up his own jeans. She listens to him sigh out softly as he stuffs his still sensitive cock back into his pants before quietly fumbling with the button.

  Leon smirks at her, catching her gaze as she nervously looks away.

  “Sorry…” She whispers, blushing as he walks up to her and rests his hand on the small of her back.

  “For what?” He asks, letting out a sharp chuckle. “For a good fuck?”

  “I don’t know…” She says, looking down at her shoes before reaching up to open the door.

  She leads him out of the closet and back down the short hallway to the bar, stopping at the edge and watching as he continues on to pick up his leather jacket from the barstool.

  He tosses it over his shoulder, letting the worn leather flow down across his back as he motions towards the front doorway.

  “Come on…” He says, slowly turning around to walk to the entrance. “Come and lock me out.”

  She follows him over holding the door open for him after turning the dead bolt and pushing the heavy wooden door open.

  “Thanks again…” She whispers, leaning against the doorway as she watches him step out onto the sidewalk.

  “Hey, I’m down for it any time.” He says, chuckling as he begins to step away, hesitating for a second before turning his head back to look at her. “And… it was nice to finally notice you, Alia…” He smirks.

  “Yeah…” She says, coyly biting her bottom lip. “Thanks for noticing.”

  She watches him until he turns and disappears into the lot beside the building before she slowly pulls the door shut.

  Alia smiles, her entire body tingling as she hears the rumble of a motorcycle engine as it starts up. She leans against the door, closing her eyes as she listens to it get further and further away.

  Since when does this little town have guys like that?

  Chapter 4

  Alia groans as she pulls open the heavy wooden door to the bar, blinking her eyes rapidly as she adjusts from the full, afternoon sun to the dim yellow lights of the room.

  “I know, I know, I’m kind of late…” She says, rushing past her dad as she quickly peels away her cardigan.

  She rushes down the hall, opening up the door to the utility closet before hanging her sweater and her bag on one of the brass hooks on the wall.

  She rubs over her eyes with her folded pointer fingers before stretching her arms into the air. Alia accidentally knocks her hand against the tall, wooden shelf beside the door.

  She pulls her hand away, sucking in air as she gazes over her reddened knuckle before reaching back out to lightly drag the very tips of her fingers against the wood.

  “Last night was wild…” She whispers to herself as she feels the pit of her stomach begin to tingle.

  It’s not to say that she as in any way inexperienced, but Alia just wasn’t one to throw away her inhibitions. But last night…

  She smirks, closing her heavily hooded eyes as she pulls her hair up off her shoulders, the cold chill of the damp closet air tickling her neck before she secures it at the back of her head in a messy ponytail.

  Last night she would have let him do anything.

  Alia groans, trying to rub away the flush on her face as she opens he closet door before slipping into the women’s bathroom.

  She turns on the cold water tap as she leans down over the sink before splashing the icy water against her face, gasping as it hits her warm skin.

  “Oh boy…” She sighs as she blindly turns off the tap before reaching over to the paper towel dispenser and pulling a few sheets out of the chipped white metal tin.

  Alia blots the brown paper over her face, gently rubbing away the icy cold water before tossing the wadded bundle into the round, open lid of the trash can.

  She stands up straight, pulling her shoulders back and stretching her neck before smoothing her hands over her shirt.

  “Better get to work.” She says, clearing her throat as she turns around to leave the women’s room. “I am so late.”

  She quickly walks down the hall, scanning the room as she makes her way behind the bar.

  “Sorry.” She whispers quietly to her dad as she picks up a damp rag, folding it in half before folding it in half again. “I forgot to put my clothes in the dryer.”

  She wipes it against the bar top as she nervously watches her dad stack glasses behind the bar.

  “Looks like you forgot to do a lot of things.” Her father says, as he gets up from his squat.

  He points around the bar, shaking his head.

  “Half the chairs weren’t put up. You clearly didn’t sweep or mop. There were glasses in the sink. The books were out on the bar top…” He says, throwing up his hand and shrugging his shoulders. “Look, I know you didn’t want this job. I know this wasn’t your plan and you’d give anything to be back in the city, but as long as you’re working for me, it’s gotta be done.”

  She flushes, her cheeks hot and red and her stomach turning as she listens to her father scold her.

  It’s true, she didn’t finish a lick of work last night after Leon left, her head was too busy swimming.

  “I didn’t realize I left so much.” She says, bending down to help her dad finish stacking the glasses. “I’m sorry…”

  “But why’d you leave it in the first place?” He asks, standing up to stretch his lower back. “You knew I was going to be in this morning and you didn’t even leave me a note or anything!”

  “I just…” She says, hesitating as guilt washes over her. “There was a fight last night. And, I mean, it was over quickly and no one got hurt, but I was just kind of shook up over it…”

  “A fight?” Her father asks, leaning against the bar. “Who was fighting here?!”

  “Just a guy, I don’t know…” She says. “He was mad the kitchen was closed.”

  “Yeah…” Her dad says, walking over to the bar sink before turning on the water and washing his hands. “Sometimes people can get a bit rowdy. Are you okay?”

  “Oh, yeah.” She says, quickly nodding her head. “Someone stepped in right away. Nothing happened… I just… wanted to come home…”

  She watches as her dad nods his head up and down before walking over to her and wrapping his arm around her shoulder. He pulls her close, squeezing the top of her arm before placing a kiss against her temple.

  “You’re fine to close by yourself tonight?” He asks. “Because I can stay with you…”

  “No!” She says, shaking her head. “You’ve been here all day. I’ll be fine.”

  “If anything happens tonight, call me.” Her dad says, walking past her and out from behind the bar before pushing his hand against one of the grey double doors to the k
itchen. “Don’t be afraid to call.”

  “I’ll be fine.” She says, smiling softly as she watches her dad disappear into the kitchen.

  Alia sighs as she continues wiping down the length of the bar.

  “Besides…” She whispers to herself quietly under her breath. “Maybe he’ll be back tonight…”

  Chapter 5

  “After you left last night,” Alia says, wiping down the bar. “I ended up just leaving. I did not do a single thing.”