New Beginnings.

Chapter Eight

I kiss his hollow cheek and he runs his hand across my back as I crawl over him out of the leather booth. I can feel his cum oozing out of me and dampening the thin lace material. I readjust my top and turn to leave.

"Hey," he says to me softly. I turn to face him and he tilts his head to look at me. 

"Where you goin?" He asks.

"I have to go back to work," I say quietly and avert my eyes from him.

He stands up and tilts my chin up to meet his gaze. "You need to quit this shit job," He says seriously.

I push his hand away from my chin and point at his arms. "You need to quit some shit yourself." I say back at him and grit my teeth, ready for a fight.

He chuckles and takes a step back. He leans on the table he just had me on and says, "come home with me tonight."

I shake my head no and say, "I have to go back to work." And I leave him leaning against the table.

As I re-enter the floor, Courtney is wide-eyed when she sees me. She is balancing a tray of drinks and immediately sets them down on the bar then quickly walks towards me. She envelopes me in a tight hug and says, "Are you okay? Did that man hurt you?" I look over my shoulder and Layne is emerging from the back and shrugging his leather jacket back on.

He walks past us, winks at me and says "have a good night ladies."

"Oh god," Courtney says slowly. "Who the fuck was that?" She asks with a chuckle. I don't answer, still watching him as he saunters out of the club.

"A man who is no good for me but who I can not seem to stay away from," I finally answer.

"Bill said that you and Sean seemed to have a thing?" She asks.

"We did or I guess do, but then that happened," I point at Layne's back as he exits the club.

"Ah, chemistry," She says and nods her head in understanding.

I nod then say, "I like that Sean is fun and makes me laugh." I turn to her and add with a chuckle, "and he doesn't push me or try to control me."

"Does that one try to control you?" She asks, indicating the door where Layne just exited.

I nod yes.

"Who do you like yourself most with?" She asks.

"What do you mean?" I ask.

"You know, we take on roles with people no matter what. Even the feeling of "being ourself" is kind of a role. So which man do you play the role you like yourself the most as?" She asks.

I think for a moment and shrug. It's difficult to think of Sean when the lace fabric I'm wearing is wet with Layne's cum dripping from inside me.

"I don't like how reckless I am with that one." I say meaning Layne. "And I like the way I feel with Sean. But I don't feel the same carnal urge or chemistry with him."

"You know, I read once that the feeling we call 'chemistry' may actually just be us seeing a shared trauma in another person...and those relationships are not the healthiest. And the sexiest relationships are the ones that are a slow burn." She says and squeezes my arm.

She picks up the drinks she had been serving and leaves me standing at the bar. I look down at my watch and realize Layne and I spent almost two hours together. I only have an hour left of my shift. I leave the floor and try to clean myself up in the restroom. The lace one piece is beyond savable at this point so I change into a mesh bra and panties for the last hour.