Impressing the Clients

5

"So?" Kyle said, waiting for my answer.

"Oh, what the hell," I agreed to join whatever this drinking game would be.

"Good! Rules are simple, we take a shot as much as we can. 'Cause Marco here thinks we can't handle our liquor," he told me. "Time to show this fine man that we can beat him!" He continued.

"I'll join if your bodyguard joins," I told Marco.

He looked at me confused. "He doesn't drink during work," he protested. "Well, he's been standing there the whole time watching us and it's creeping me out. Either he drinks or he leaves," I raised an eyebrow.

Marco sighed, "fine." He turned to his bodyguard, "you, sit. Drink." The bodyguard clearly shocked, "but sir, I am on-duty." He looked at him, clearly pissed, "Don't you think I know that? I said sit. And drink." The bodyguard complied.

We started drinking five shots each. Then another five. Then another five. The bodyguard is clearly not a heavy drinker, we can see him flutter his eyes already. Kyle was showing some signs of sleepiness too. This cannot be good.

"Baby, show off your skills. Don't let him win. I will have to lie down here a bit," Kyle whispered to me and laid back to couch, knocked out.

"Looks like it's you and me," Marco said smirking at me. "And later, it's just gonna be me," I took my shot. He took his without taking his eyes off me. 10 more shots each later, our bottle went empty.

Another bottle came, I opened and poured us another set of shots. I lost count at this point.

"Keep up, open tab," I boasted as I drank 5 shots straight.

He just looked at me hungrily and did 5 shots as well. There he was again with that panty-dropping stares.

"Time to take it up a notch," I stood up and grabbed the bottle. "What now?" He stayed at his seat.

"Get up, we'll drink and dance! Let's see if you can keep up!" I said pointing to the dance floor.

His eyes darkened, travelled up and down my body as I stood in front of him. He bit his lip and stood up very close to me. I knew I was playing with fire. But there's nothing wrong with a little dancing.

As we got to the dance floor, I shouted against the music, "new rule! You touch me, you take another shot! I say when!" He just smirked at me and nodded.

Time to tease him a little. I took a shot straight from the bottle for some liquid courage and started swaying my hips to the music. I let him watch me. He just stayed behind me, slightly swaying.

I can feel his breath on my shoulders. I turned to him and handed him the bottle. He took a swig, his eyes never leaving me.

I traced my hand down my breasts, to my waist then to my hips. His eyes turned darker and hungrier. That's right, you can look but you can't fucking touch.

I took a swig from the bottle then licked my lips looking at him.

"You fucking little tease," he suddenly grabbed me by my waist and pulled me close to him. His face too close to mine, we're breathing the same air. I can literally feel his sculpted body against mine.

Patience was short with this man. We weren't even dancing that long.

"Drink," I confidently said to him, looking straight at him.

He took the bottle from my hand and said, "I'd drink this whole fucking bottle just to fucking touch you," and so he did. He gulped continuously until the last drop.

He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and smirked at me, "now where were we," he grabbed my waist tightly and I didn't protest. His long and huge hands travelled my back while his face was buried at my neck, just taking me in. His bulge was poking me. And just by feeling it, I can say he's fucking huge.

This was getting out of control. I was getting out of control.

"Did I tell you that you're so fucking gorgeous?" Marco complimented me.

"I already know that, honey," I confidently said as I backed up and turned to leave the dance floor. I walked slowly as ever, making sure my hips swayed more than normal.

Wow, Paula. Who are you? Why the fuck are you flirting?! I internally scolded myself to never do that again.

My mind was clouded with alcohol and too much exposure to this fine walking sex god. What I knew was I was dangerously close to him.

"How about we take this challenge to a more comfortable setup?" He suggested as we reached the couch and held me by my waist. I turned to him and just smiled.

Okay, time to go. The last of my sober mind said.

"Let's just call it a tie. Kyle and I need to get going," I told him, rebuilding my walls up again. I grabbed my clutch beside me.

"Come on, we're just starting to really see who might win," he protested. I smiled at him, not giving him an answer.

I checked my phone, looks like Jackie went home with the handsome guy. 'Her First British' as her text say.

"Another bottle?" Marco asked. "Negative, I told you we're going home," I answered as I opened the Uber app, trying to book us home.

"You're not going anywhere," he commanded. I looked at him, starting to get pissed again, "you can't order me around. I am going home. Can't you see my friend here is clearly knocked out?"

I stood up, grabbed my surprisingly really heavy friend and placed his arm around my shoulders. "See you around, open tab," I waved at him as we exit the place.

Marco caught up to us, "let me help." He grabbed Kyle's other arm to his shoulders. Just in time for the Uber to arrive outside, we placed Kyle backseat.

"At least give me your number," Marco told me just as I got in.

Smiling at him, "no, not interested, sorry," I tried to close the car door but he held it open.

"You were definitely having a good time a while ago and you checked me out multiple times, you are interested," he smirked.

Taking the moment of his confidence, I quickly pulled the car door and succeeded. The car started going, I rolled down the windows, waved at him and shouted, "bye, open tab!"

He was left not believing what just happened, he was clearly shocked and pissed. I was sure this doesn't happen to him often. Which was pretty nice for me, I just shut down a man so glorious.

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