Happy Hump Day and welcome to Wednesday Briefs Flash Fiction! As always, I was given various options to inspire this weeks brief. I chose to go with the following 3 photos below and the word prompts "what's your hurry" & "the world is a circle".
I hope you enjoy & thank you for reading!
I’m so freakin late
right now! I can’t be late, not today of all days!
It figures the one time
my boss asks me to open the bar—my car breaks down and I don’t have anyone I
can call to help me out. At least I’m only two miles away from, ‘Get Your Drink
On’. I’m practically running in my high heeled boots, black studded tank and
skinny jeans. My purse strap is constantly sliding off my shoulder and pissing
me off.
The fact that most of
the way there is uphill sucks even more. I’m going to be a hot sweaty mess by
the time I get there. Oh, well. Shit happens!
I’m about to turn the
last corner. Of course, I’m fixing my purse strap as I make the turn and not
paying attention. So, I end up running smack into what I think is a wall. I let
go off my purse strap and put my hands up to stable myself and feel the most
mouthwatering set of pecks I’ve ever laid my hands upon. I take a deep breath,
then look up and up right into a pair of the sexiest brown eyes I’ve ever seen.
Oh, my!
I can tell this guy
isn’t from around here. He’s wearing a black Stetson, cowboy boots, tight ass
Wrangler jeans and a fitted cream colored button down shirt. I’d swear these
clothes were made just for him. He’s at least 5’11 and all muscle. I can see
his dark brown hair is a bit unkempt beneath the hat because a few strands fall
upon his thick brows. He has the deepest cleft, one that a woman would run her
tongue and lips over forever and ever. Above that perfect chin is a pair of the
most kissable lips that are currently sporting a sexy smirk. I can’t help but
to lick my lips.
“What’s your hurry
ma’am?”
I jolt back to myself
and realize I still have my hands on his chest and his hands are gently
gripping my wrists. Oh, my stars. What long sexy fingers this guy has. I can
picture those digits pumping into my heat with the power of all of this hard
muscle behind it. My mouth is hanging open and I can feel drool about to drip
out.
I move to pull my hands
away but he tightens his grip on my and suddenly turns us both back around the
corner. My back is cushioned by one of his arms but air still gets knocked out
of my lungs from the impact. I look to the side and see a skateboarder coming
full speed down the hill.
Seemingly unable to
stop, the skateboarder’s face shows complete panic.
Mr. Sexy releases me
and grabs the kid, as he’s just about to roll into the street.
I didn’t even see him
move. Shit is he fast!
The kid’s board gets
run over by a yellow taxi and the kid is all right. He looks like he wants to
cry from the loss of his board. But I think he quickly realizes his life was
just saved and he gazes up at Mr. Sexy in awe. “Thanks Mister.”
Mr. Sexy places the kid
on his feet and tilts his hat to the kid. “No problem, you just be careful with
this hill. You shouldn’t be doing that on busy streets anyway. You could hurt
yourself or someone else permanently. Safety first.”
The kid nods his head.
Looking as if he’s at a loss for words. Still looking stunned, he turns and
walks away. “Thank you again. I’ll be more careful.”
Mr. Sexy smiles and
turns back towards me.
I’m briefly mesmerized
by the brilliance of his smile. Perfectly straight white teeth are beneath two
sexy lips and I get a quick flash in my mind of him nibbling my inner thigh. My
heart pounds even harder than it already is.
Mr. Sexy’s smile gets
even bigger.
I could swear he just
read my mind. I feel my ears heat up and glance down at the ground. It’s not
like me to be embarrassed or shy. It’s not like I’ve never been with anyone or
hit on before. I bartend for a living. I get it on a daily basis.
In fact, he hasn’t
actually hit on me or anything.
Who the hell knows
what’s going on except that he just does something to me. “Uh…I gotta go.
Thanks for—you know, saving me.” I turn in haste and walk the last block to get
the bar open. I don’t look back to see if he’s watching. I feel his eyes on me.
It’s a heat flowing through my body from my head to my toes. I know he’s taking
in my goods. I keep walking, pretending not to notice and search for the bar keys
in my purse. Finding them right as I arrive at the door to unlock the padlocks
and lift the gate.
When I get the gate up
and am about to unlock the darkened glass door, so I can go in and prep for the
night. I risk a glance in the direction I left him and see he’s still standing
there, staring at me. I hear a voice in my head, a masculine voice say ‘the world is a circle’. I catch his eyes and see a
brief flash, as if his eyes quickly changed color or light up. I blink my eyes
and give my head a shake.
I glance again in his
direction and he’s gone. I heave in a deep breath and unlock the door. I hear
my name being called to my right.
It’s Troy, our bouncer.
I’m so glad he’s here.
I hate being alone during prep. Actually, I don’t like being alone at all in
the bar.
It’s hard to pay
attention to everything and tonight, I have to think up some colorful fru-fru
drinks for the drink specials.
“Hey Renee. You all
good?”
“Hi Troy. Yup, I’m
great. Just a little late. Come on. Let’s get in a get ready for the rush.”
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Excerpt
His open palm landed hard on her bare buttocks and she gasped with the shock of it, the sting racing hot through her body. She had no time to voice a complaint because he drove impossibly deep and undiluted pleasure chased the pain, causing her to arch her back and sink her nails into the corded muscle of his thigh. Her lips parted with a long saturated moan and she squeezed her eyes shut.
"You don’t listen very well, do you?" he rasped against her ear. "You seem to have a fondness for disobedience."
