("Buy U A Drank" - T-Pain)
The bar is loud and full of drunken old men double my age. I search the dim lit room for anyone that may catch my eye, and who I can maybe persuade into buying me a drink. The two empty shot glasses in front of me were bought for me by Ray, one of the bartenders who works here on the weekends but he left ten minutes ago and I've not had my fill yet.
A younger guy, maybe the youngest one in here apart from me, draws my attention to him when he knocks a chair over across the room and shatters a glass. As he stands up, his eyes meet mine and lock in. They're green and wide and I lick my lips at the sight of his tall frame. I move from my bar stool and make my way through the maze of tables towards him.
"Just because I make eye contact with you doesn't mean we can be friends. Leave me alone." He says when I approach him. The exposed skin on his arms is covered with multiple tattoos and he has silver studs on both sides of his full bottom lip. I half smile, remembering when I also had snakebite piercings.
"Damn," I reply, "someone's in a shitty mood. You should calm down and come have some shots with me."
"No fucking way. I'm going home." He says harshly. The older men at the table that he just stood from are staring me down with hungry, malicious expressions. Green Eyes starts to walk away and I follow behind him.
"What's your name?" I ask, growing impatient. If I don't bait him soon, I'll have to find someone else to buy me shots. Everything would be easier, just if I was twenty one.
"What's yours?" he counters, stopping and turning towards me.
"I'm Elena."
"E – lay – naaaa," he repeats, stretching out my name into three long syllables. His eyes drag down my body, stopping at my cleavage that's spilling out of my low cut tank. "I'm Harry."
"Harry," I repeat. "Harry, will you buy me shots?" I take a step closer to him and add, "I'm not old enough."
Harry's brows furrow and he looks aggravated, annoyed, but then a grin creeps across his angular face. "What's in it for me?"
"Follow me." I say, returning his grin. I lead him towards the back of the bar and into the womens' bathroom. Luckily it's empty and he follows me into a stall. I wet my lips as I lock us in, grateful that Harry is attractive and not some filthy middle aged man. When I reach for the buckle of his belt, his hand grabs mine, stopping me.
"Let me," Harry says and I'm confused.
He twists me around so that my back is against his front. One strong arm is across my chest and his free hand teases over the skin above the waistband of my shorts. His smell is strong, a mix of whiskey and an intoxicating cologne.
"I want to touch you. I want to make you climax. I want to make you come all over my fingers." Harry whispers against the skin below my ear.
This stranger's dirty words make my insides tingle. "If I let you, you'll buy me drinks?"
"I'll buy you as many as you want, love."
I nod my head, giving him permission to do what he pleases. This is a double win for me tonight: getting pleasure from a sexy-as-hell guy and getting free shots. I wish every night could be this way. Harry's large hand is rough against my soft skin as he slides it into my panties. His fingers are long and calloused and know exactly where to touch. I let out a low moan as I feel the pressure on my clit. He slides one finger inside me, and then another, making me whine as he pumps them in and out.
"Tell me how good it feels." Harry says, pulling my ear lobe with his teeth.
"Mmm, it feels amazing." I say.
I hear the creaking of the bathroom door and instantly freeze, trying to wiggle away.
"Ignore whoever it is. They'll leave." Harry hisses. His fingers curl inside me, hitting in just the right place, causing me to let out a loud moan.
"Oh, my, gosh!" A girl, the one who had caused the door to creek moments ago, squeals. The door sounds off again and I know were once again alone.
Harry lets out a chuckle and curls his fingers inside me again and again, turning me into a hot, moaning mess in just minutes. An orgasm, stronger than I've had in a long time, pulses through me and my whole body shakes against his.
"Say my name." Harry whispers.
"Harry," I moan as I push against his rough fingers once more.
Harry then pulls his fingers from me and pushes past me out of the stall. "Fuck, that was hot."
I nod my head, agreeing with him as I try to catch my breath. "Shots?"
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FanfictionAMBIVALENT: /am·biv·a·lent/ (adj.): having mixed feelings or contradictory ideas about something or someone. Elena's life resembles a terrible train wreck. Everything has gone down a dangerous track and lost its course and direction. She drinks aw...