Which, if this place was anything to go by was ludicrous. The place was a dive, the best kind of places for me to pick up desperate men but it didn’t exactly make Chelsea a catch. No matter what she thought.
“So are you going to fuck my brother this weekend or did you just invite him down so you could hold hands?”
Chelsea started. Her eyes flicking up to the barmaid who shot us both a look.
“Will you keep your voice down?” She hissed. Her long painted nails tapped on her glass. “And I didn’t invite him. I invited you and you brought him along.”
“Stop splitting hairs, Chelsea. Either fuck him and put him out of his misery or end it.” I laughed throwing my head back so my long blonde hair fell down my back and my chest drew even more attention. “At least suck his dick. If I have to put up with him moaning about how you aren’t putting out all the way home, we won’t be able to be friends any longer.”
Chelsea’s face paled. “It’s not that simple.”
“Yes, it is. Jesus Chel. It’s a bit of skin. I don’t know why you are so scared about losing it. Surrounded by all this hotness and you are holding on to it like it’s something special. Hell if I had grown up here I would have been bouncing around by my sixteenth.”
She studied me for a second and then her face broke into a wide grin. “I know you would but that’s because you are a slut.”
Bowing my head I saluted her. Most women would have taken offence by the word slut. But not me. I wore it like a badge of honour. “And proud. Now about my brother. What is it? You don’t fancy him?”
“Of course I do, I’m just waiting for someone ….
Grabbing her face I kissed her straight on the lips. Someone behind us whooped in approval. “If you are waiting for the magical moment with that one special man. You are going to be a virgin forever Chelsea. Lighten up, get laid it’s Valentine’s Day. And what better present to give my brother than your cherry. I’ll tell him to be gentle.”
“You’re gross Blair but I’ll think about it ok.”
****
The toilets were just as disgusting as I expected them to be. I liked to Pride myself on the fact that I could fit in anywhere but there was no hiding it. Chelsea’s home town was a dive.
Now I was all for slumming it but I would have to really rethink our friendship when this trip was over. She just wasn’t the kind of person I wanted in my life or in my brother's life. Although I wasn’t nasty enough to put an end to their relationship before she had given him what he deserved.
I wasn’t that mean.
“This is the ladies.” My voice was sharp as I caught sight of the very Male figure that had pushed open the door in the mirror.
“I know.” Fenders voice was gruff and for a moment we stared at each other. It was me that looked away first. I rinsed my hands off, only looking up when I heard the door click shut.
There was no hiding the smile on my face. “Then you’re in the wrong bathroom.”
“I’m exactly where I need to be actually.” He didn’t take a step forward, instead just staring at me with his piercing blue eyes.
“Ok, Mr….” I turned to him, drying my hands down my skirt.
“Fender. Call me Fender.”
“Sure thing Fender.” I stalked towards him. “Is there something I can help you with?” Reaching out my hand I ran it down his chest. Only stopping when I hit his belt buckle.
I had a few ideas on something I could help him with but I wanted him to say it.
I wanted him to beg.
I liked it when they begged.
“I reckon we could help each other?”
“You do huh?” My hand inched lower still. And Fender made no move to step away.
“Yeah.” Finally, he moved. Stepping into my space, he pressed my hand lower still. Holding it firmly over the bulge straining against his zipper.
“How about me and you help each other out?”