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CW: Frank discussions of sexual assault. Sadie's story is a blend of two incidents that happened to me, one when I was 16 and another when I was 23 and the PTSD I still have from that years later.
Oral sex, dirty talk, angry/hate/comfort sex, possessive and angry Bucky, and lust-filled confessions.
SADIE
THE FISHBOWL BAR AND GRILL || EDEN, KENTUCKY
Smash!
"Sorry!" My dad yells from behind the bar.
"Steve! Goddammit!" Wanda bellows, shoving him away. "I said get outta here!"
"I just wanted a Diet Coke!" He whines as I'm plugging the amp in to the extension cord and checking the mic.
"Dad, just let Wanda make it for you!"
"She was busy cutting limes!" My dad calls. "I said I was sorry!"
My dad doesn't bartend anymore. It's too much temptation for him to dive into excess. I watch his drinking at the bar and make sure he doesn't have too much. While drinking isn't really his problem, it could become one without the drugs. Most addicts just replace one addiction with another when it really comes down to it. The brain is wired for that next hit of something, so people find other things to obsess over instead of the poison that got them into trouble in the first place.
It all gives the primitive parts of our brains that hard dopamine hit.
And the seltzer water is no goddamn joke. I swear to Christ, I see people guzzling that shit like it's going to take them straight to heaven. Recovering alcoholics love seltzer water— and what's not to love? It's got a thousand different goddamn flavors and you can do anything with it.
But it doesn't mean people aren't addicted to it. I've seen their faces when we tell them we're out of it. They hate all the other things we have to offer... which is mostly Diet Coke.
My phone buzzes on top of the amp and I see his name.
[bbarnes] I'm on my way over to you. Horny as hell after what you sent me.
I smile and bite my lip.
You should come over here and punish me, then. I think I deserve a good spanking. Maybe a big dick down my throat?
[bbarnes] You'll be the death of me.
It's 4:00pm. Usually, I'm setting up the stage by 5:00, but I want to spend that time really getting ready. I want to look so good that Bucky Barnes won't be able to keep his tongue in his mouth. And then I want that tongue on or inside me. He promised, and God knows I'm desperate for a man in this town who actually knows how to eat pussy. Most guys lick your lip and never actually find the clit, or you find that idiot who pulls the hood all the way back and gets real aggressive with his tongue— like so aggressive that it hurts?
