Vanilla Sex

Roses are red, violets are blue, I have 5 fingers, the 3rd ones for you

"Fine, what the hell does that mean?"  Emma screeched.

"Should we let him take her?"  Kingsley asked.

"I don't think we can stop him, but feel free to try."  Sury smirked.

"Hey dude, let my friend go.  She doesn't like you asshole."  Kingsley shouted trying to catch up to Brad.

"Call off your weird friend, my love."  Brad said giving Emma's ass another slap.

"Fuck you, asshole. "  Emma said right before she bit him hard.  That only earned her a much harder slap on her ass. 

"Dude, you hit Emma again and I will call the cops."  Kingsley whined.

"Please, like any cop is going to believe you after arriving at a place that specializes in kinky."  Sury muttered.

"Let me go.  I have a ride, I mean date with that cowboy."  Emma shouted.

"You're not sleeping with Fucking Billy Ray."

"Please, I never planned to sleep with him. NOW PUT ME DOWN."  Emma said.

"Oh ho, Mr. Muscles, I think you need to let my friend go."  Kingsley said.

"You never intend to sleep with him?"  Brad asked in surprise as he slid her body down his so that she was facing him.

"Nope" Emma said smiling sweetly.

"Hmm, ok, that's good then why are you here?"

"That's the million dollar question."  Emma said smiling evilly. 

"I plan to have sex with anyone who reeves my engine if you know what I mean.  Like that cowboy, he had nice abs and boy did he know how to create friction."  Emma winked.

" The bar tender is an option too.  Do you think he is on the menu?  I came here for some fun and maybe a one night stand.   I am not leaving until I have what I came here for."   Emma said pointedly. 

She stepped around Brad and took off for the bar.  She actually took 3 steps before Brad grabbed her.  "Do you want to be punish?  Because, I will spank your ass and tie you to my bed, I'll make you beg."

"That's never going to happen.   Look, Brad I'm busy.  Can I ignore you some other time?"

"You're not fucking him."  Brad gritted.

"We, as in you and I are no longer together.  I can do whatever I want.  Now be a good boy and go bye bye."

"Is that all you have to say to me?"  Brad asked.

That was the wrong thing to say because frankly she had a lot of shit she wanted to tell him but the only thing that came out of her mouth was a line she read on someone's twitter post.  "Roses are red, violets are blue, I have 5 fingers, the 3rd ones for you."

Brad blinked a few times whether in shock or awe of that comeback she did not know and she really didn't care.  He might have been good in bed but she was determined to fine someone better.  Hell, she needed to get all those fucking dreams to stop making encore appearances.    Sury and Kingsley were right.  She needed to come here and pretty much do everything she thought about.  Life was about living and there was no room for regrets.

This time she was able to make it to the bar.  "I'll have a double shot of whiskey, please, and place it on his tab."  She said pointing to Brad.  He owed her a good strong drink.   Now that she thought about it, he owed her a fancy dinner.  Fucking asshole.  "I don't do romance." She muttered under her breathe. 

She was done with the whole dating routine.  She was going to take a page from Brad's sacred playbook:  screw them and leave them.    The bartender handed her the glass of whiskey, without a second thought she poured the drink down her throat. 

Whoever said whiskey burned as it goes down lied.  It was like a freaking fire in her mouth.  Her eyes watered and she could swear she saw smoke coming from her nostril before her gag reflex kicked in and she started coughing.  Someone took pity on her and handed her a glass of water which she downed grateful. 

"Oh God, that stuff is foul. "  She moaned.

"Yep, cheap liquor will do that to you.  You should always ask for Macallan single Malt. " Brad said as he grabbed her hands and literally dragged her out of the club and to his car. 

He opened the door and gesture for her to get him. 

"I'm not leaving."  Emma pouted.

"I'm done playing Emma.  Get in the fucking car."  He said it softly, which honestly seemed more intense then if he had shouted the words.

"I'm waiting Emma.  It's not going to go well if you make me wait to long." He growled.

"Fine" She shouted and slid into the front seat.

"Put on your damn seatbelt."  He said as he started closing the door.

"Yes, mommy.  I'm putting on my seatbelt like a good girl." 

That seemed to amuse him.  He was smiling as he climbed into the driver's seat.  He started the engine and pulled out of the parking space.  He looked briefly at Emma "Do you want to tell me about what the hell were you thinking?"

"No"

"Emma, why were you at that club?"

"Fuck you Brad.  You're not a priest and I sure as hell am not going to confession so you can screw yourself."

"Sweetie, if I was a priest you would be on your knees seeking forgiveness for a very long time. "

"I know we broke up, but we just past the turn to my place."  Emma said ignoring his comment about seeking forgiveness.

"I'm not taking you home."

Emma leaned back in her seat and crossed her arms over her breast.  "Fine, we will do this your way."