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her
into me, spun her around and pinned her up against the wall, hiking her skin
tight, ass-hugging dress up around her curvy hips, as she straddled my waist.
Our mouths and tongues were all over each other, as I pulled her dress and bra
straps down, freeing her ample breasts to suckle her taut pink nipples, while
she fought furiously to unleash my rock hard cock that was straining against my
jeans.
     
    Once she'd
freed me, I ripped her skimpy g-string from her bare shaven pussy, and didn't
bother dipping my fingers; her panties were soaked...she was ready, and I was
willing. The clock was ticking. I thrust my solid dick inside her wet warmth,
as she let out a loud gasp, not bothering to hide her heightened pleasure.
Slamming into her with a ravenous pace, the walls echoed my voracious assault
on her. And she loved every second of it, if her moans and squeals were any
indications. "Fuck, I'm gonna come, baby," she declared, which only
made my cock harden to steel and twitch inside of her tight, clenching channel. I hope to Christ this bitch is on the pill because
I'm about to shoot a massive load inside her tight little pussy right...
     
    "Ahh...yeah,
fuck, honey! Don't stop. Milk me. Yeah, baby," I wailed in a strangled,
throaty moan, as my climax slowly descended, sweat gathering on my forehead. I
leaned my head against the wall and pulled out of her as she untangled herself
from me, both of us panting like wild cheetahs. "Jesus, fuck, honey,"
I said, trying to calm my breathing, as she giggled, no doubt proud of her
accomplishment in her afterglow.
     
    I finally
leaned up, quickly buttoned my jeans, and unlocked the door, ushering her out,
as she pulled her dress down. She looked at me and smiled, holding her hand out
for me to take, saying, "I'm Leila by the way."
     
    I handed her
her ripped panties, as opposed to shaking her hand, and said, "I gotta get
back to work, Leila," blandly. She gave me a wounded expression, and
walked out the door, as I hung back, waiting for her to gather her things and
leave the bar.
     
    ******
     
    Kellan
     
    "Jordan, I
need you to do me a favor," I barked out, rather than pled. "I need
you in here early today, man. And by early, I mean now ."
     
    "I'm kinda
in the middle of something, man," he brushed me off.
     
    I was becoming
impatient. I didn't give a good goddamn fuck what he was in the middle
of...short of an appendectomy, his ass was coming in. "What's so fucking
important in your life, Jordan, that you can't come in a few hours early to
help me out, huh?" I pinned him down, continuing my rant, "You know,
Jim's out sick, I'm fucking here on two hours of sleep...but guess what? I'm
fucking here! By myself! Who else can I call?
Oh let me think. Why don't I give Piss Pants a call? I'm sure she'd be a big
help in the kitchen. I could show her where to plug in the frying pan. Fuck
all, Jordan!"
     
    There was a
long pause before he said, "No I don't think you should call Hailey."
     
    "No shit,
Sherlock, its called sarcasm. Ever heard of it? What's your deal with her
anyway? She's a twit. Get over it, man. I give it a week, tops. I'm surprised
she counted out her till correctly last night."
     
    He sighed,
before saying, "Can you please not..." then lowering his voice, and
talking in a muffled tone, barely audible, he said, "Shh,
it's Kellan...just, wait...I'll tell you in minute. No...I didn't tell
him." Was he talking to somebody else?
About me?
     
    Now I was
pissed! Jordan was obviously hiding something from me, and that was the shit
that sent me off my fucking rocker, and he knew it. "What the fuck is going on, Jordan? And I swear to Christ, if
you don't fucking come clean right now, I'll beat your brains in with a
baseball bat." Silence. Ok, that was probably a bit overboard; but I was
losing my shit over my supposed best friend...my only friend keeping secrets from me, and talking about me behind my back. That shit
didn't fly with me. There were only three people I trusted in