Rhea "mami" smut😼🌶️

The bar👀

Tw!: sex, cussing, slight offensive names, kinks

It's a Friday night and you and Rhea just got done working. You went to your hotel room and got changed and now you're going out with a few other superstars from work. (You pick which ones to go with.)  You're now in the bar parking lot about to walk in the door. Rhea grabs your hand and walks in with you, opening the door for you.

You find your friends and sit down with them. The nights going good and you walk to the bar to grab some drinks. While you're at the bar a guy walks up next to you, somewhat flirting with you. Rhea has no clue what's going on as she's still talking with your friends. The guy starts to talk to you but you don't talk back much, considering you know what Rhea would do to him and you if she found out. He asks if you're with someone and you say you're with your girlfriend, Rhea. His face expression dims, as he looks at you and walks away. You laugh at the thought of how he was confident in talking to you until he figured out that you have a girlfriend. You take your drinks back and hand one to Rhea, sitting down next to her.

The night is still young, and you have more than a few drinks in you. You're out on the dance floor dancing your shoes off when the guy from earlier comes up from behind you and spins you around. Rheas at the bar, sitting back in a chair with her feet on the counter drinking her drink. Her back is turned toward you as the guy spins you on the dance floor. He turns you toward his chest, suprising you. As you back away he pulls you back towards him, and spins you again facing away from him. His hands wander, as feelings of confusion and nervousness running through your mind. The confusion, because you have no idea who he is, any the nervous because Rhea could turn around and second and see. His hands continue to wander, as you try to walk away but he pulls you back every time. You tell him to stop, hoping that he'll get the hint that you have a very protective girlfriend.

You continue to dance with this guy, thinking nothing of what Rhea will do because you're not thinking anything weird. You're just dancing and having fun with this guy, no matter what the guy thinks you're doing. As you continue to dance, his hands start to wander, going up and down your sides and stoping on your waist. You move his hands away but like magnets, they go right back. Your friends are no where to be seen because they're in a booth in the back and you're in the middle of the dance floor. Rhea is sitting at the bar laughing with a few of your friends when she turns to the dance floor and sees you dancing. Her smile dims as she looks at how you're dancing with him. She sets her drink on the counter before moving her feet off of the counter. She stands up, the chains on her pants jingling. She walks over to the dance floor, her black combat boots stomping on the ground.

You're enjoying the dance and ignoring the fact that he's touching you, when you turn around to see Rhea. She's face to face with you, and doesn't seem too happy. Your face goes from a smile to a hint of fear when you think of what she'll do to you. She pushes the guy off of you as he lands on the floor, and takes your wrist, pulling you from the dance floor. She grabs her wallet, phone and keys and pushes you out the door.

As she pulls you out of the bar, you start to talk to her.

"What's your problem?!" You yell.

"You know what my problem is. Now shut up and get in the car." She says as she puts you in the passenger seat and slams the door gently.

She gets in the driver seat and pulls out of the parking lot, driving home. The ride is a long 10 minutes to the hotel room but not a word is said.

"Rhea i-" "shut the fuck up you slut." She interrupts you.

"You think that shit you pulled is cute?" She says upset. "Rhea-"

"I'm not fucking done." She interrupts again.