called Johnny by name, and he was extra-friendly and attentive to them. I tried to be subtle as I watched them, using the mirror behind the bar to discretely watch them as they settled into a booth directly behind me. When I realized I was watching them through a mirror, I smiled to myself, remembering the mirror above Jackson's bed.
I crossed my legs, feeling the slickness between them, as the memory of his perfect dancing ass once more invaded my present moment. Thoughts of him were so distracting.
The front door opened again and I turned to see Trigger walk in. I almost fell on the floor and my whiskey fell from my hand as I tried to catch myself. Johnny rushed over with a towel to help me as I felt my heart begin to pound in my chest. I reached up, pulling my long, straight fake hair around my face, doing my best to shrink away and hide.
“You okay, Dixie?” Johnny asked, looking at me with concern.
“Y-yes, sorry about that. Sorry.”
“That's okay, darlin'. Don't worry, I'll get you another one.”
“Thanks,” I murmured quietly, trying to make myself completely invisible. For someone who wanted everyone to notice her, I suddenly wanted the exact opposite.
I watched in the mirror as Trigger walked over to the others. He didn't sit down and after exchanging a few words with him, he walked over to the bar and stood right beside me, waiting for Johnny to serve him.
“Here you go, Dixie.” Johnny said, and I winced as he said my name. Part of me was hoping to not be noticed, but there was no chance of that now.
“Dixie?” Trigger looked over at me, his gaze traveling over me, taking in my wig, dress and heels with a cocked eyebrow.
“H-h-hi Trigger.” I said nervously, trying to smile at him confidently, but I'm sure it looked like I was about to puke all over him. I suddenly felt so awkward and not in the least bit confident.
“Well, you certainly look different than you did the other night.”
“Um.” I was having a very hard time looking at him, and I had no idea what to say to him. I had been having continuous thoughts about Jackson, but I hadn't thought about Trigger hardly at all, and I had no idea how I should act around him now.
“Um?” He asked, silently goading me, a playful smile spreading across his lips. “Is that all you have to say?”
He leaned into me, his mouth mere inches from my ear as he whispered to me.
“After the other night, I thought you might have a few more words than that.”
“Well....um. I...um....um.” Nothing. I knew I looked like a complete fool, but my mouth wasn't working, let alone my brain.
His abrupt laughter filled the room, it was so loud it caught the attention of the other leather-clad men in the room and they stared over at us curiously. I tried not to sink into my chair.
“Okay, I understand. I'm not Jackson, I get it.” He said, starting to turn away, but hesitated before adding one last thing. “But I hope you aren't still entertaining any thoughts of snagging Jackson, because I can guarantee you that no woman has been able to do that yet, and I don't see it happening any time soon, Dixie. Even by someone as...” he let his eyes travel down to my breasts before finishing his sentence, “...alluring as you.”
As he sauntered away, I soaked in his words. At least he thought I was alluring, right? I smiled at the thought of that, and instead of discouraging me, his words wound their way into my consciousness as a challenge. Maybe no other women had 'snagged' Jackson, as he put it, because no other women were me. I saw the way Jackson had looked at me. I had seen the tenderness behind his tough facade. There was no denying he was attracted to me, whether I had been stalking him or not. His huge, throbbing cock did not lie. And the passion with which he had fucked me did not lie. I just needed
I crossed my legs, feeling the slickness between them, as the memory of his perfect dancing ass once more invaded my present moment. Thoughts of him were so distracting.
The front door opened again and I turned to see Trigger walk in. I almost fell on the floor and my whiskey fell from my hand as I tried to catch myself. Johnny rushed over with a towel to help me as I felt my heart begin to pound in my chest. I reached up, pulling my long, straight fake hair around my face, doing my best to shrink away and hide.
“You okay, Dixie?” Johnny asked, looking at me with concern.
“Y-yes, sorry about that. Sorry.”
“That's okay, darlin'. Don't worry, I'll get you another one.”
“Thanks,” I murmured quietly, trying to make myself completely invisible. For someone who wanted everyone to notice her, I suddenly wanted the exact opposite.
I watched in the mirror as Trigger walked over to the others. He didn't sit down and after exchanging a few words with him, he walked over to the bar and stood right beside me, waiting for Johnny to serve him.
“Here you go, Dixie.” Johnny said, and I winced as he said my name. Part of me was hoping to not be noticed, but there was no chance of that now.
“Dixie?” Trigger looked over at me, his gaze traveling over me, taking in my wig, dress and heels with a cocked eyebrow.
“H-h-hi Trigger.” I said nervously, trying to smile at him confidently, but I'm sure it looked like I was about to puke all over him. I suddenly felt so awkward and not in the least bit confident.
“Well, you certainly look different than you did the other night.”
“Um.” I was having a very hard time looking at him, and I had no idea what to say to him. I had been having continuous thoughts about Jackson, but I hadn't thought about Trigger hardly at all, and I had no idea how I should act around him now.
“Um?” He asked, silently goading me, a playful smile spreading across his lips. “Is that all you have to say?”
He leaned into me, his mouth mere inches from my ear as he whispered to me.
“After the other night, I thought you might have a few more words than that.”
“Well....um. I...um....um.” Nothing. I knew I looked like a complete fool, but my mouth wasn't working, let alone my brain.
His abrupt laughter filled the room, it was so loud it caught the attention of the other leather-clad men in the room and they stared over at us curiously. I tried not to sink into my chair.
“Okay, I understand. I'm not Jackson, I get it.” He said, starting to turn away, but hesitated before adding one last thing. “But I hope you aren't still entertaining any thoughts of snagging Jackson, because I can guarantee you that no woman has been able to do that yet, and I don't see it happening any time soon, Dixie. Even by someone as...” he let his eyes travel down to my breasts before finishing his sentence, “...alluring as you.”
As he sauntered away, I soaked in his words. At least he thought I was alluring, right? I smiled at the thought of that, and instead of discouraging me, his words wound their way into my consciousness as a challenge. Maybe no other women had 'snagged' Jackson, as he put it, because no other women were me. I saw the way Jackson had looked at me. I had seen the tenderness behind his tough facade. There was no denying he was attracted to me, whether I had been stalking him or not. His huge, throbbing cock did not lie. And the passion with which he had fucked me did not lie. I just needed
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