Pretty women always seemed to get stronger drinks from Teddy.

I’d flirted with the bartender mercilessly for months while I was out with my girlfriends. One night I noticed that my drink could probably have taken the fucking paint off a car. I must have been lookin’ good.

I watched him as he went into the backroom of the bar. My girlfriends chattered like birds on a wire, and I shifted on my stool because just watching the way Teddy’s ass moved in his snug, faded jeans made my pussy wet.

He emerged a moment later and called out to me above the din, saying, “Bulb in the vestibule is out.” He winked at me as he approached on his way to the front door, and the air in my lungs seemed to disappear. He tugged at my hair as he passed me by, and I was shocked that such a simple... Leer Más