DNF Smut

The Bosses Puppy (Part 2)

5 months to the day since I last uploaded a smutshot (whoops)
I've had so many ideas bt give up on them lol.

Anyway, this is the longest one yet so enjoy.

Riding
Blowjobs
Bondage
Pet names
Semi-public
Some other stuff I forgot to mention...
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Dream POV.

“Another week, another job lost…” I grumbled to myself, pushing open the door of the first bar that I had happened to come across. It was about half full with patrons, but I didn’t care as I made my way in a beeline straight to the counter. The bartender glanced over at me with a half smile before finishing the drink she was making for another man.

“What can I get for you sweetheart?” She asked when she stepped over. “Whad’ya fancy?”
“Just something strong.” I muttered, and she wordlessly nodded before pulling a bottle of whisky over. I wasn’t one to usually drink whisky but after pouring the glass I cut her off. “Leave the bottle.” I instructed, and after hesitating for a moment she obliged.

I drank my way through two glasses before someone settled in the seat right beside me. I didn’t dare look over, merely sitting up stiffly to show my discomfort of my own proximity. “Do you come here often?” He asked. The moment I heard the voice I froze in place, glancing to the side as I recognised it.

He was just staring straight ahead, a subtle smirk on his face as he knew that I recognised him. “First time in a while.” I answered. “How about you?”
His head cocked to the side, finally acknowledging me with his gaze. “I’m here often.” He responded. “I do own the bar after all.”

My eyes widened as he said that, and just after the words left his mouth the bartender came over again, seeming shocked to see him. “Oh… Mr Davidson, such a pleasant surprise to see you here, sir. Usually you are only here on Fridays.”
“Just spotted a friend of mine.” George gave a curt nod. “Decided I’d stop and say hello.”

She had noticed me watching, and the fact that I had slowed down my drinking. “Well it is always a pleasure to have you sir. And always a pleasure to host your handsome friends.”
“Don’t flirt with him like that.” He was quick to comment, his voice as calm as it had been earlier, surprising both her and me.

The bartender gave a small nod and grabbed a glass for him, set it down on the counter without offering to fill it, and moved away, seeming uncomfortable. When we were alone my gaze shifted over to him, I downed the glass in my hand before speaking, ignoring the burning sensation in my throat. “I didn’t know we were considered friends.”

“Well it wasn’t really ‘spotting a friend’.” George admitted, his hand was toying with the glass, tracing his finger boredly around the rim. “I just saw a cute guy sitting alone at the bar and wanted to test my luck.”

The comment was simple but it made me blush slightly, especially noting the smirk that was on his face. My gaze lowered itself back down to my drink to avoid an embarrassing conversation from cropping up. Although the glass was still in front of him George didn’t seem like he was in the mood to drink, instead just continuing to watch me.

He also didn’t attempt to start the conversation, waiting for me to make the first move in talking to him. Something which I did not do as I took another long sip. Although from the corner of my eye I could see he was getting concerned, after all the alcohol was quite strong (something I was able to admit).

“Dream… maybe you’ve had enough to drink.” He offered after a few moments. Nobody else was paying attention to this interaction, yet under his gaze it felt like I was being examined by a crowd, an audience perhaps. George’s tone was still smooth, not degrading in any way, almost as though he was slipping a suggestion into my mind.