Serenity Torres was a 27 year old bartender who was just trying to make ends meet. She lived with her best friend since high school in a apartment. One night while Serenity was working a late shift, a strange man comes in and orders a drink. but who...
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I was currently waiting for Zryan since he told me to wait for him. It was 2 in the morning, and I still couldn't wrap my head about what happened. After the interaction with him and his ex-girlfriend, my head had just been spinning in circles. I haven't been able to get this man off my mind for the past couple of days and that situation didn't help.
As I stood in the middle of the room, still waiting for Zryan, he finally came out with a bag in his hand. "Since you're here, you can try on your outfit for the party" he says as he throws me the bag. I barley caught it and as I was looking through the bag, I saw the outfit. It was a black miniskirt with a black Cami top. "You can wear whatever shoes you want but go ahead and try it on before you leave" he says. I looked at him and then at the bag. You know what, fuck it.
I walked into the bathroom and started to change into the outfit. As I changed into it, I realized it was way more comfortable than the last one. This outfit with some nice makeup and strap heels to top it off would be perfect.
I walk out of the room and see Zryan on the couch waiting to see me. When he hears the door open, he snaps his head towards my way. He stares at me for a few seconds before getting up and walking into the bathroom with me. He turns me around to face the mirror while still looking at me. "What do you think?" he asks. "I like it" I say. We stood in silence before I noticed he started to look down. "Handle with care?" he says.
I stopped and then quickly turned around to the back to see this wasn't a regular miniskirt. This shit was a low rise one which revealed my tattoo.
A lot of people ask me why I would get a tramp stamp just for me to try and cover it up. and it's simple, whoever comes and fucks me one day, they need to handle me with care.
"who's handling you with care?" he asks. "Well, whoever bends me over and fucks me" I say. I then realized what I said, but to be fair it's early in the morning and I don't have the energy to really care.
As we stood there, he grabbed me by my waist and turned my back towards the mirror again. He then lifts my Cami up slightly to reveal more of the tattoo. "So, your saying if I fuck you, I have to handle you with care?" he says as he stares at it through the mirror.
My breathe hitches at the touch, no one hasn't touched me in a long time like this, and it sure fucking shows. "I guess so..." I say. He then pulls me back so I'm now facing him instead of his chest. "You know what, you don't need to bartend for the party anymore" he says. My heart immediately drops. Fuck, he probably thinks I'm a whore now or something.
"you're going to come as my guest"
I got home later that morning, and my head was still thinking about what Zryan said. "you're going to come as my guest". I couldn't believe he was taking me as a guest. But then I thought about it and remembered the stunt he pulled with his ex-girlfriend.
So, he must be doing this to make her jealous.
Well, I love a good party so who was I not to go? As I was getting ready for the party, Lina walked into the bathroom to show me her outfit.
