Auto took a sip of his drink, watching her move. Gods, her body. Brown skin, looked soft to the touch. Her hips curved, giving her an hourglass figure. She and her friend grinded on each other, making every man drool.
He'd have her. He had to. His cock stiffened, as he imagined all the interesting positions he could get her into.
His shift was over at three, and it was already pushing two thirty. She was going home with him tonight. Or at least, she was going to the bathroom. Or the lobby. Parking lot.
As long as he got inside her he didn't give a fuck where he was.
A customer asked for a drink, snapping him out of his inappropriate musings. Auto fixed up the drink, his eyes rarely leaving his target.
She had red fuck me heels on, short black dress. It would beautiful on the floor. Sliding the glass down the bar to the customer he bit his lip.
He could already see it. Her hair was brushing her shoulders, thick enough and long enough to pull on while he pounded into her.
His hand would look gorgeous on her throat, so feminine and perfect.
He would leave bruises everywhere he touched.
Auto served drinks until three rolled around. Smirking, he threw in his towel, and made his way across the bar.
She was unaware of the predator lurking, unaware that his sights were set on her.
Frankie danced the night away, her mind a little blurry, but otherwise fine. Tonya went to get water, but Frankie couldn't stop dancing. She never had fun, never went anywhere. Never did anything. Or anyone.
Which was why she was single. Apparently, if you don't put out, you're just not worthy of a boyfriend. If he's got a dick, he has to use it. So if not on you, he'll stick it in someone else. Like your big sister.
Thanks, Donny.
The music pulsed around her, but she wasn't listening to the lyrics. She loved her body with beat, knowing she looked crazy as hell.
Her eyes were closed, her mind clear. Suddenly, two strong hands rested on her hips, moving them back and forth.
Frankie stiffened.
"I've been watching you all night," He murmured in her ear, moving one tattooed hand to her lower belly.
Frankie bit her lip, loving the low, deep voice. It sounded so authoritative.
Unlike Donny.
"Isn't that kinda creepy?"
Auto chuckled lowly in her ear, his minty breath fanning her neck sending a shiver down her spine.
"Maybe. Maybe not. How old are you?"
Frankie knew not to talk to strangers. However, tequila disputed that fact.
"23. You?"
"26."
Auto silently thanked the gods. She was legal. He did not need another charge.
Any previous charges have nothing to do with sexual activity/misconduct with minors.
"Hm, and what's your name Beauty?"
Snorting at the cliche nickname she offered her name. "Frankie."
"Frankie, huh? Short for—"
"Frankie." she cut him off, "Daddy wanted a boy."
Auto pushed her body back on his, rocking them in tandem with a groan. "He sure didn't get one."
This wasn't like Frankie. Frankie didn't go to bar/clubs. Frankie didn't drink tequila. Frankie didn't grind on random strangers.
But Frankie wasn't feeling like herself. She was pissed, buzzed and she had little to no morals left.
Those went after the fifth shot of tequila.
"What do you say we get outta here, go to my place, huh?"
Normal Frankie would say no. Tipsy Frankie murmured, "Convince me."
Auto grinned, running his fingers over the slip of fabric covering her sex. His mouth went to her neck, sucking and biting, marking her.
He fought hard not to just bend her over and fuck her right there.
"Mmh, let's go."
Auto didn't hesitate.
