AMACon 3: Oikos - Children

Intertwined - Chapter One

WRITTEN BY:

anaen013

The night was young and people were busy having fun, getting lost and intoxicated with the club music and overflowing alcohol of the place. It was weekend tomorrow so the club was packed today with rowdy hormonal individuals who just wanted to lose their inhibitions tonight. Couples shamelessly grinding with each other on the dance floor & kissing relentlessly like there's no tomorrow were a normal sight to her. Working as a barmaid, she had witnessed how people lose their control and just gave in to their drives and she was no exception.

As a barmaid, their task is to mix & prepare drink and at the same time, provide some entertainment to the crowd. But of course, there were some 'extra services' as per request... and she could already sense those the moment she left her post behind the bar. She could already feel the eyes feasting on her long flawless legs and her gifted ass as she walked to where the other girls were.

"As usual, Maine, all eyes are on you and they are all wondering who will be able to capture your attention," the girls whispered to her. She turned her attention to those boys looking hungry for their dose of nocturnal desire. No one fit her liking. They were all the same and they bored her. Yes, in this bar, the girls had the freedom to choose, to negotiate for their price, or even auction themselves, if they want. They were trained with good manners and social skills, making them exceptional among those "other girls" in "other bars".

Then, the door opened and she got her eyes fixed on the man who just entered. Tall, fair, handsome decent-looking man. Very different from their usual set of customers. He was wearing a button-up shirt that perfectly hugged his well-defined chest; its sleeves folded up to his elbows which accentuates his toned biceps; and a pair of slim straight pants which only highlighted his assets, the one behind and apparently the one in front too.

She unconsciously licked her lips at the sight of this delectable being and followed him with her eyes as he walked his way through the crowd until he reached the bar. At that moment, she half-regretted that she left her post there. He looked like an angel in immaculate white but her thoughts about him right now is nowhere near to being angelic or even immaculate.

"How about that guy, Maine? What do you think?" she could hear them in her background but she never paid attention. She got her target locked at this gentleman. She watched him as he took his swig of vodka, she presumed, in one gulp. She watched his lips as they touched the glass, imagining it as if it were her lips instead. She also watched closely how his adam's apple moves in his throat as he took a drink and wondered how it felt like to kiss that part of his neck. His smallest actions were doing things to her.

Strangely though, it seemed like he did not care of the people around him. With features like that, he could easily throw himself to any girl and he could get them to bed effortlessly. Or the other way around... which reminded her that if she did not make a move now, some other girl would certainly present herself to him. So swiftly and without a word, she left her girls and sauntered towards the mystery guy.

"Hey," she greeted him, which surprised the other. "Alone?"

"Apparently," he answered shortly.

Suplado. But it even made him hotter. With a close distance, she could observe more of the details of his handsome face; his dark chocolate eyes, high-bridged nose, his thin yet perfectly-shaped pink lips... and God, his hands, big hands with long slender fingers. What she saw earlier did not bring justice to the image presented to her now up close and personal. He is a Greek God.

It seemed like this would be a little challenging for her. "Wanna have some company?" she asked in her most sultry voice, crossing her legs at the same time, so that her skirt would hike up higher exposing more of her thighs.

"I know what you're doing, but I'm not interested," he said nonchalantly. She was shocked. She felt him stepped on her pride. The highly desirable Maine just got rejected. But there's still a silver lining, Maine caught him glancing at her legs.

Bibigay ka rin.

She pulled her barstool closer to him that she could almost occupy the space between his legs. She tilted his chin and made him face her. She noticed that he was just focusing on his drink, perhaps to divert his attention, but she did not want that. She wanted him to focus on her. She wanted him to give in. And with that, she had her hands crawl up to his thigh, finally resting them dangerously near the zipper line of his pants. She smirked when she saw him gulped and hitched his breath.

He's still a man. How long can he keep himself strong?

She leaned closer until their faces were just a few inches apart from each other. "Why?" she whispered breathlessly, her lips hovering closely to his. "Don't you wanna have some fun?"

She stood up and walked behind him, caressing his broad shoulder down to his firm biceps, and splaying her hands to his chest. "Seems like you are not the type of person who would go to this place," she said as she softly nibbled his ear and she could hear him trying to stop his groan. "But I can make it worth your while for the first time."

She knows she has an effect on him but this man is the epitome of self-control. She has never been so frustrated.

He turned to face her and smiled and that was the only time she noticed the dimple on his left cheek. Is it possible to be even more perfect? She was disrupted from her thoughts when he suddenly grabbed her waist and made her seat on his lap.

"Really?" He asked looking straight to her eyes and Maine could see his eyes getting darker with desire. He slowly leaned forward and Maine closed her eyes in anticipation of his lips.

RIIINNGG!!

The sound of the ringing phone ruined the moment for her. Disgruntled, she opened her eyes and found him smiling mischievously as he took his phone from his pocket.

"Better luck next time," he hoisted her up and began to walk away.

Nandun na, naging bato pa. Would she let him go away just like that? Of course not. She got to show him what he's been missing.

She ran after him and with one quick grab of his arm, she made him turn towards her. Without wasting any time, she pulled him down by the collar and pressed her lips to his. "Call me when you need me," she said as she slipped something on his front pocket.