Bad Guys Night fantasies. A boring evening can be an unpredictable game for you

Bad Guys Night fantasies

A boring evening can be an unpredictable game for you

Natalia Esenina

© Natalia Esenina, 2020

ISBN 978-5-0051-1300-9

Created with Ridero smart publishing system

Chapter 1

Several times in my life I felt such love and gratitude that to say thank you seemed commonplace, as if this was not enough. I am in the same situation now, when it comes to you, my readers. You are the only reason why my dream of becoming a writer has taken on a real shape. I assumed it would be amazing to finally devote myself to the cause that I love so much. But I could not imagine how eclipsed and outweighed the pleasure of writing that indescribable bliss that I feel when I hear that you like my books, that they do not leave you indifferent, or that your life has become a little better after reading them. Therefore, the admission that I simply do not know how to thank you so that this is enough comes from the very depths of my soul, from the very heart. I added these words to my book with a link to a blog post, hoping that you will find a moment to read them. This is an honest and sincere expression of my appreciation. I love all of you together and each individually.

Head slightly dizzy, but with happiness. I can’t even recall the name of the drinks that Sean orders for us. I just know that they are delicious. And to hell strong! Wow!

– Well, when will the stripper come? I am ready for dancing! – Sasha screams – crazy, she is not her own to young men barmaid. We work together at the Archie Sports Bar in Leon, Mexico. Sasha and behaves wildly in normal surroundings, but if she finds herself in some strange new institution in a city like Atlanta, and she turns into a real tigress – a complete fly away. Rrr-rav!

Sasha looks at me and smirks. In the dim light, her whitish hair acquired a yellowish tinge of urine, and a devilish glow glistened in pale blue eyes.

I am on my guard and ask in surprise:

– What?

– I talked to the manager. He will come to check if Sean will help the stripper to pull off the foul rags that will be on him. – Sasha laughs furiously. I also can not help laughing. She will get anyone.

“Archie will beat her if she finds out that she was tearing off clothes from another man, even if it was at a bachelorette party!”

“He doesn’t know anything.” What’s happening behind his doors remains in the office, Sasha casually throws.

“Maybe you want to say: what’s going on outside the cabinet door?”

“That’s exactly what I said.”

I grin:

– Oh, okay.

Watching her apply to her neurotoxic drink, I chuckle and give preference to water. Someone must maintain clarity of mind, at least partially. May it be me. Tonight is dedicated to Sean. I want to send her into married life at the highest level. I doubt that the indispensable attribute of the best possible party is dragging half-dead guests to the house or scraping vomit out of the shoes of the hero of the occasion.

A knock on the door of one of the offices makes everyone turn their heads. The girls immediately begin to laugh, scream and hoot.

Good God, I hope this is a stripper, not a cop or someone worse!

The door opens and an incredibly handsome guy enters the room. It seems I have never met such people. He looks a little over twenty, he is tall and complex as a football player – wide chest and shoulders, muscular arms and legs, thin waist. From top to bottom, dressed in black. But most of all, the face is impressive.

Well and drop dead handsome!

Dark brown hair is cut short, chiseled features. The guy examines the room. I can’t say what color his eyes are, I can only see that they are dark. He opened his mouth to speak, but then he just got a look at me, blinked and froze.

I look into his eyes, as if hypnotized, I still can’t determine the color, but it seems that the irises are almost black. Light pours from a doorway behind a stranger, and his eyes look like ink puddles. The guy bends his head slightly to one side and watches me.

Because of this, I begin to get nervous and at the same time get excited. Why – I don’t know myself. There is no reason for either nervousness or lust. But I experience both.

I tremble with a small tremor, everything is compressed inside, I feel hot.

We continue to look at each other when Sasha gets up, pulls the guy into the room and slams the door behind him.

“Well, Sean, let’s put your lonely life on the joke, as expected.”

The rest of the girls begin to scream and cheer her up. Sean smiles, but shakes his head.

– Never! This is not for me!

Two of the future bride’s girlfriends are persistent – they surround Shawnee and try to pick her up by her arms.

She leans back and shakes her head more actively:

– No no no. I do not want. Do it yourself.

Sean begins to twist his arms to free himself, but his girlfriends clung tightly to his thin wrists. The unfortunate woman looks at me, her wide-open brown eyes tell me everything I need to know: the idea itself drives her crazy.

– Katie, help! – I raise my hand, asking with a gesture: “What do you want me to do?” She nods toward a handsome man looming behind Sasha. – Do it you!

– Are you crazy? I will not undress the stripper!

– You are welcome! You know, I would do it for you.

What is true is true. Damn it!

What the hell is the most awkward and shy girl in the world getting involved in?

And as usual, I reply to myself: “Because it is easy to give in to everything.”

Gathering air into my chest, I get up and turn to our Cool Stripper, intentionally slightly raising my chin. He continues to follow me with steaming charcoal eyes.

I take a step towards him, he very slowly raises an eyebrow.

It throws me into a fever.

“Must have been drunk,” I think. – And there is”.

Feeling that I am blushing, and slightly gasping for breath, I take another step.

Cool Stripper backs away from Sasha to better see me. He folds his arms over his chest and waits; one eyebrow remains curved in amazement. He is not going to alleviate my fate. I have to handle it myself, as Sasha asked.

Here, as if on command, the music that had been dancing in the room all evening became louder. The song is sexy, with heavy bass. Music in the mood, that’s for sure. It seems that every alarming beat of my heart is emphasized by the rhythm, while in the meantime I move closer and closer to these velvet eyes.

So I stop right in front of the stripper. You have to look up. This one was head and shoulders taller than me – I was only five and a half feet tall.

Nearby, I see that the guy’s eyes are brown, dark brown, almost black.

Perverse.

I’m wondering why this word came to my mind when the girls start chanting in chorus so that I pulled off the guy’s shirt. I look uncertainly into their excited faces, then I turn to the stripper. He slowly opens his arms and spreads his arms wide apart.

He grins at the corner of his mouth. Both facial expression and body language challenge me.

I understand: he thinks that I dare not. And perhaps no one would dare.

That is what makes me determined.

Succumbing to the relaxing rhythm of the music, I put a smile on my face and stretch out my arms to pull the Cool Stripper’s shirt tucked into the pants from under the belt.

Chapter 2

Damn it, yes she is beautiful!

Between locks of black hair eyes sparkle brightly, possibly green; a small, deftly worked body, and the habits of a modest woman. I wish we were in this room alone.

A smile never leaves her lips as she runs her fingers across my waist, releasing a shirt from her trousers. Here the shirt is pulled out, and the girl begins to lift her up.

But it stops. For a fraction of a second, she hesitates. I see it. She tries not to pretend that she is not confident in herself and what she is doing.

I look down into those wet eyes. Let her not stop. I want to feel the touch of her fingers on the skin. Therefore, I tease her in the hope of waking up a cat, which, ready to bet, is hiding in her somewhere deep inside.

“Come on,” I whisper. “Have you already gotten yours?”

She looks at me, I hold my breath and wait for someone to take. In admiration, I observe how the balance of power shifts, and this change is reflected in her eyes. They become a little brighter, more fun. I had never seen anyone gain courage. Something did not allow this girl to retreat, to surrender. She accepts the challenge. That turns me on damn.

She stares into my eyes and pulls up the edge of the shirt; leans toward me, I catch the light scent of perfume. The smell is sweet and slightly musky. Sexy like herself.

The girl has to snuggle up to me and stand on tiptoe, stretched out to the string to take off my shirt over my head. I feel her breasts rub against my chest. I could ease her task, but I do not. I love the way she winds around me. I will not miss such a pleasure.

Having pulled off a shirt, the girl steps back and gives me a look. Shyly. It is obvious. It seems that she wants to look at me, but she is a little embarrassed, which makes the moment even more exciting. I am sure that the eyes of everyone who sits in the room are riveted to me, to us, but I only feel her gaze. Like tongues of fire, he licks my body, burns, I feel it. Or at least I think so.

I take a deep breath, and the girl’s eyes fall on my stomach. Then, for a moment, a little lower. She looks there longer than she should, but not at all as long as I would like.

I’m starting to get up.

The girl’s eyes widen, she opens her mouth just enough to stick out her tongue and quickly lick her lips. I grit my teeth, before I want to press her to me and dig into this seductive mouth.

The room lights up. This is enough to dispel the obsession.

I hear a man’s voice, a man’s voice long ago got me.

– Buddy, what the hell? – This is Nick.

I know why he is angry.

It’s hard for me to tear my eyes from the girl’s eyes. Enthusiasm slowly flares up in them, and I want to see how far I can get it. But I’m not looking for her anywhere. Instead, I turn my head and look first at Nick, and then at the salivating women. Game over.

Damn it! And you could have a good time.

I smile at those whose attention is focused on me:

“Lady, this is Nick.” Today he will entertain you.

All eyes turn to Nick, he closes the door behind him and bypasses me. I look at the girl who holds my shirt in her hands. She is stunned. And not because of a trifle.

– What are you doing? How is it – will he entertain us? – the girl asks, casting a confused look on me.

I do not answer immediately; soon she will understand everything herself.

She looks at Nick, trying to make a complete picture of what is happening from individual pieces.

“Which of you, beautiful ladies, is the future bride?” – asks Nick.

And then I see it comes to her. Her eyes widen again, and even in the dim light, I notice how paint fills her cheeks.

She looks at me and frowns.

“If he is a stripper, then who are you?”

– I’m Cash Ner Club Owner.

Chapter 3

What was left for me? With his mouth open, I stare at the owner of the establishment, I struggle with the urge to crawl under some table. I’ve never been humiliated like this before.

I hear the girls cackling around Archie, but these sounds barely penetrate my brain. Each cell of gray matter concentrated directly and directly on the guy standing in front of me.

And then anger grips me.

“Why did you let me do this?” Why didn’t he say anything, didn’t introduce himself?

He smiles. Smiles, damn him! For a second I get distracted – I notice to myself that the smile is awesome, but then the feeling of humiliation returns and overshadows everything.

– Why say something when it’s much more fun to allow yourself to undress?

– Hmm, this is completely unprofessional, firstly.

– Why? The girls ordered a stripper. Who cares who I send?

– Not in this case. You deliberately deceived us.

He chokes on a chuckle. A hell of a laugh! Here is the impudence.

– I don’t remember that I promised to send an honest stripper. Only diligent.

I purs my lips. You can go crazy.

As if nothing had happened, as if he was not standing in front of me without a shirt, the guy folded his arms over his chest. This movement draws my attention to the beautifully defined pectoral muscles and a tattoo that covers one side almost entirely. I can’t make out what is shown, but part of the picture captures the left shoulder, as if long curved fingers are holding onto it.

The guy clears his throat and my eyes flare up at his face. He smiles wider than before, and I involuntarily frown. I can’t think clearly while he is standing in front of me in this form. The lack of a shirt is very distracting.

“Don’t you think you should at least get dressed?”

“And you don’t think you should at least give me a shirt?”

I look down, and for sure: in my fist his black polo shirt is clamped. I throw it at him with anger. And he catches.

What the hell!

It’s strange, even though rage is boiling inside me, I can’t understand that it infuriates me so much. I’m just crazy, that’s all.

“You got so excited!” Maybe I should have removed something from you? – says this insolent, putting a shirt over his head.

– And what would change from that?

Besides that, there would be ten times more shame.

The guy freezes and smirks a sort of smug sexual grin. I do not want to succumb to her charms, but it seems I can not resist.

– If I undressed you, you wouldn’t be so mad now, that’s for sure.

It becomes dry in the mouth, in the brain, as if cameras were pulled out of the darkness by a flash, pictures flicker: here he takes off my blouse, pulls it over my head, his hands on my skin, his body is pressed to mine, his lips are so close that I can almost try taste them. All that is needed is for all anger to be forgotten.

I look at the guy with his mouth open – again, and he tucks his shirt in his pants. Having completed the task, takes a step towards me. I stand motionless. His grin turns into a seductive bend, from which my knees weaken. I am completely fascinated and confused by the excitement of his whispering. The guy says right in my ear:

“You’d better shut your mouth and not tempt me, otherwise I won’t resist a kiss.” And then you really will have something to worry about.

I draw in air. It was not his phrase that shocked me, no. I really want him to do what he says. It is a fact. Just thinking about it makes my stomach tense.

The guy leaned back and looked down at me. I don’t know why, but I tightly pressed my lips together.

He noticed.

Heck!

Disappointment rolls across his face in a wave. And it causes me some kind of perverse joy.

“Then maybe another time,” the guy says and winks at me. Coughing, takes a step back and looks to the left. “Lady,” he says, nodding to the girls who do not pay the slightest attention to him, because they are watching Archie, teasing Sean with his already naked torso. Then my unlucky partner looks at me and says, intentionally with a southern accent: – Ma’am.

He nods abruptly, turns, opens the door and leaves the room, quietly pretending to be behind him.

Never before had I been so tempted to rush after anyone.

* * *

With difficulty I open my eyelids, preparing for the fact that sharp knives stick into my head. However, the clear September light pouring into the room through the window does not cause pain. A strange case: a hangover, which has not happened before. But I’m glad.

Nevertheless, pain is felt – it is evoked by memories of the humiliation experienced last night. They come back to me very quickly, along with the image of Cash, the dazzling owner of the club. Picturesque details pop up in my head – a tall strong guy with a beautiful face and perfect body. And a smile to die for. I roll onto my stomach and bury my face in the pillow.

Oh my god, he was so awesome!

Even now, I regret that he did not kiss me. Stupid, but it could make my debacle not so… complete.

Scolding himself, I turn back onto my back and turn my eyes to the ceiling. I am smart enough to realize when I lose because of my serious weakness alone. When I think of his dark eyes that prompt me to undress him, my pulse accelerates and heat spreads throughout my body at the thought of touching his lips to my lips – these are sufficient grounds for the joy that I will never see him again. He is the embodiment of what I need in this life no more than a hole in my head – a love interest in a bad guy, another one.

As always, reflecting on an ideal nightmare relationship, I recall Derk. The cache reminds him a lot. Smug, sexy, full of charm. Obstinate. Rebellious.

Smoothie.

Gritting my teeth, I crawl out from under the covers and plod into the bathroom. I throw Gabe out of my head, I do not give this bastard a single chance for at least one second of my life.

Having poured enough cold water on my face to feel at least half human, I go to the kitchen with the wrong step. I walk through the living room. Luxurious designer furniture, tastefully selected pieces of art in the right places – everything is past consciousness. For almost two weeks now, as a friend, with whom I rented a room, faded somewhere, and I had to move to my rich cousin Dore. Finally, I got used to the kind of luxury in which another part of humanity lives.

“Well, sort of,” I think, stopping to look at the wall clock for two thousand dollars.

About eleven. I’m a little angry with myself for having overslept most of the weekend, so I enter the kitchen grumbling and bristling. Dora sits by the kitchen island, throwing her long bare legs one on top of the other and putting them in the direction of a guy nestled in a high chair. This sight does not improve mood.

I look gloomily at my broad, pulled in lazy back and powerful shoulders, at dark blond hair. For about half a second I figure out what I’m dressed in (boyish shorts and a topic on thin straps) and how I look (matted black hair, sleepy green eyes and barefoot makeup). Wouldn’t I go back to my room? The question was dropped because Dora spoke to me.

– Here you are, Sleeping Beauty! – She smiles warmly at me.

This is suspicious.

Dora never meets me affably. Never. On it you can safely put the trifect on the sweepstakes.

Trifect – a type of combined bet in a sweepstakes. In this bet, the player tries to guess the winner, as well as the second and third prize winners in the race, race or race. The payout of the prize is made only if the three horses indicated in the rate of bet come to the finish line first and in that order. – she will take the first three places in corruption, arrogance and malice. If I had any other option of gaining a roof over my head, I would certainly use it. Not that I’m not grateful to her. I am grateful. And I express my gratitude that I pay my part of the lease, which Dora does not care about at all (her father does it), and not her soul in a dream. I consider this a great generosity on my part.

“Good morning,” I say, uncertainly, in a hoarse voice.

The broad shoulders that block Dora turn to me with a light brown head. Cash’s vicious dark brown eyes freeze, stop breathing.

This is Cash, the owner of the club yesterday.

I feel my jaw drop and my stomach sinks somewhere under the floor. I am surprised and confused, but it amazes me the most how much more attractive it looks in daylight. Secretly, I hoped that my reaction to Cash last night was caused by alcohol, coupled with the fact that I took off his clothes.

Obviously, neither one nor the other had anything to do with my experiences.

– What are you doing here? I ask embarrassedly and see how he frowns slightly.

– Sorry I did not get it?

He looks at Dora, then at me again.

– Wait a minute. Nick, do you know her? – Dora asks; the warmth in her voice was gone.

Nick? Nick is Dora’s friend?

I do not know what to say. My stupefied mind is not able to put pieces of the puzzle in place.

“Yes, it seems,” says Cash / Nick with an impassive expression on his face.

As soon as I realize what is happening, amazement and embarrassment give way to rage and indignation. More liars, I hate only liars. Liars disgust me, they just infuriate me.

I automatically suppress anger. Now, keeping calm does not cost me much work – the result of many years of training in swallowing my own emotions.

“Oh, how?” Do you always forget so easily the women who undressed you the night before?

A spark flashes in his eyes. What is this … laughter?

– Believe me, I would not forget that.

Dora jumps off the chair by the islet and assumes a warlike pose with his fists on his hips:

– What the heck? What’s going on here?

I never get stuck in a relationship between couples. What they do without telling each other is their own business. But here is a special case. I don’t know why, but it is.

“Maybe because she is my cousin,” I tell myself, although I myself know that Dora and I do not like each other, we have nothing to lose.

Another thought flashes through my head: “You are upset because you were easily forgotten by the guy with thoughts about which you woke up today.” I decisively dismiss it, hanging the label “bullshit,” and move on.

First I turn to Dora:

– But what. This same Nick came to Sean’s bachelorette party last night and impersonating a club owner named Cash. – Then I turn to the impostor in question. Although I try, but I can not resist the mocking tone. – And you? Are you Cash or Nick? Don’t you think that could be more original? Calculation would be verified, or what?

I had no doubt that now Dora would bring forth righteous anger at Cash / Nick, and that immediately would begin to repent or at least get out to justify what he had done. But she got what she least expected.

They both began to laugh.

My confused look only seems to enhance their fun. And the anger in me grows accordingly.

The first to speak Cache / Nick:

“I suppose Dora didn’t have time to tell you that I have a twin brother?”

Chapter 4

I observe how the whole gamut of emotions is displayed on the face of this cute girl. Embarrassment, anger, chagrin, pleasure, then embarrassment again. The final chord is complete bewilderment.

– Are you kidding.

– Hardly. Why make up such a story?

She continues to stunned at me.

“So, then you’re Nick.”

I nod:

– Right.

– Cache and Nick.

I shrug:

– Our mother liked country music.

“And Cash is the owner of the Sunset Club.”

– Exactly.

“That excuses you.”

– Strictly speaking, no. In any case, no. Anyway.

– And nobody fooled me.

I am laughing:

– Yes, nobody fooled you.

She bites her lips without opening her mouth, the news digests. I don’t think she guesses how sexy and charming.

The excitement subsided, the girl takes in air and asks a question:

– Can I start all over again?

I grin:

– Sure.

A dazzling smile immediately appears on her lips. Beauty puts forward her hand, saying:

“You must be Nick, Dora’s boyfriend.” I’m Olivia, a little dumb cousin of Dora.

I grin again:

“Nice to meet you, Olivia.”

“I doubt that you have at least something stupid.”