Page 41 of Breathing Without You

“Let's not wait for the guys,” Winter says, reading my mind. “Wanna do some blow job shots?” she asks as she wiggles her eyebrows up and down at me laughing.

“Hell yeah! You know I love doing those,” I say, setting my small purse on the bar top.

“That guy over there is watching you Em, seems to be a thing when you come here,” Winter says, nudging me and I try to take a quick glance without making it obvious just in case he comes this way. I'll know what he looks like and fuck I made the worst mistake ever and made eye contact with him. He smirks at me, nodding a little.

“Fuck, we made eye contact. I hope he doesn't think that it's an invitation.” I sigh, putting my right hand to my forehead and resting it on the counter.

“Let him, it'll make Creed jealous. Then he'll take care of it.” She smiles, nudging me with her shoulder a little as she does.

“This is true I'm not used to having someone else be here to tell off the creeps for me,” I say as Chase walks up to the counter.

“What can I get you ladies?” he yells to us over the music.

“We want two blowjob shots, Chasey,” Winter says, slapping her card at him.

“Coming right up and get your fucking card out of here you guys aren't paying,” he says as he walks away to go make them.

“I sometimes forget that my future husband is part owner.” She laughs, shaking her head as she puts her card back in her small purse.

“I feel like that would be something that would slip my mind too.” And before I can finish what I was saying she cuts me off.

“Fuck that guys moving closer he moved over three stools now that those other girls left. He's two away from us now,” Winter says, putting cash on the counter for a tip for Chase.

“Fuck, I hope they hurry up back there they get distracted too easily.” I look down the hall for any sign of either Creed or Carsten.

“Tell me about it, they take forever,” she says as Chase comes back over.

“Here you ladies are two blow jobs,” he says with a cheesy smile on his face, typical man.

“Woo that's fucking hot,” the creep says from two stools down and I whisper yell from the side of my mouth. “Pretend you didn't hear him.” Thankfully the DJ was changing songs at the moment so it was a little quieter than normal to where she could hear me whisper yell.

“Ready to do it?” Winter slaps her hands on the counter before placing them behind her back.

“Let's do this, bitch.” I laugh as I put my hands behind my back just like she does. I place my mouth around the shot glass and lift my head back in one quick motion. Hearing the guy from two stools over whistle and say something about something being sexy.

“God that was delicious, we'll have to do more when the guys come back,” Winter says, licking her lips.

“I'm down for more, you know I love those.” I shift in my seat to turn towards her a little more to where I can still see the creep out of the corner of my eye, but my back is facing him more.

“Yeah, drinking them and giving them,” Winter says, throwing her head back laughing.

“Hey bitch, there's nothing wrong with loving to give blowjobs.” Just saying it makes my thighs tighten and my pussy throb as I think about Creedence’s pierced cock in my throat.

“Nope nothing wrong with..." Then she's cut off.

“I wouldn't mind a blowjob from you.” And I finally look over to see the creep from two stools down standing way too close to me, his body pressed against my arm.

“Excuse me?” I ask a little annoyed because one, how fucking rude and two, who the fuck stands this close to someone they don’t even know and says something like that to them.

“I said I wouldn’t mind a blowjob from you.” He smirks at me, I mean he’s attractive, but I’m not interested, and I don’t think I would be even if I wasn’t with Creedence, he seems like a cocky asshole and that’s definitely not my type of guy. Plus, he’s just straight up creepy, too creepy to show interest in.

“First off, back the fuck up,” I say scooting away from him. “And I have a boyfriend, so please, leave me alone,” I say, turning my back to him, hoping it’s over and he gets the hint.

“Sweetie, that's not going to work on me, I saw you run over here with your friend and no man.” He wraps his arm around my waist pulling me too close to him. What is with my luck with creepy men who don’t like to be told to back the fuck off?

“Get off of me.” I try to pry his rough fingers off me as Winter turns and looks in shock.

“What the fuck?” she shrieks. “Get off of her, she has a boyfriend.” She tries to help me get his hands off me but he’s strong and very drunk. What the fuck is going on right now?

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