Page 16 of Meaner Than Evil

They go down on the straws, and the liquid in the glass slides lower.

I look around the bar, wondering what the fuck she's seen, and then I spot it. There's a sign that says, "Wet t-shirt contest winner gets free Spring Break drinks." But before I can win the game, a bouncer in a skin-tight t-shirt, too tight distressed jeans, and a pair of sneakers, strolls across the room. He is dark, dangerous, and delicious! My mouth waters and my pussy rolls over in surrender.

He jumps up on the tiny stage, grabs a garden hose, pulls the trigger, and shoots a light spray of water over the patron's heads as an announcer calls for contestants to enter.

I smile inside. I fell in love right then and there.

The clicking of heels on the hard marble floor sounds like a clock ticking off time. When they stop, a man asks, "Logan, are you awake?"

I turn my face to the voice, and my head lolls to the side. The handsome but rugged look of an older man with cold evil eyes stares down on me from a distance. "Who the fuck are you?" I spit in a whisper at him.

"I am Eduardo Morales." He chuckles. "I am the man you have been hurting and hunting."

"You're the head of the Diablo gang?"

"Sì. Luis is my son."

"OH!" I close my eyes and see Jack's face. "You are so fucked … so that you know. You are so fucked."

He laughs. “No, my adversaria, I am not. You, however, will be fucked … very soon. Rest, now. Tomorrow will be a new beginning for you."

He turns away and walks out the door.

I close my eyes, and Jack is there.

When the water droplets from the hose sprayed us, I reached around my back, unlatched my strapless bra, and pulled it out of the top of the low-cut neckline of my tank top, and I told Mallery, "Let's get our wet t-shirt contest cherries busted, Birthday Girl!"

We down the remainder of the ginormous Margarita and the four of us trotted our hot little asses and delighted to be set free tits up to the stage. While Mallory's tits are natural, perky B-cups and Bobbi and Jenny's high-school graduation gifts are generous and proportional C-cups, mine are my own full, plump, overflowing D-cups.

When I bounce onto the stage, my eyes are locked on Mr. Bouncer Boy's beautiful face. There is no way I would ever do this before his handsome ass showed up, but now that he's presented himself, there is no way I wouldn't.

Our eyes lock right before he douses my t-shirt with the water, and if he hadn't already taken my breath away with his smoldering gaze, then the cold water would have. For just a moment, I stand frozen to the spot, body locked from the shock, then I feel my nipples draw up so tight they hurt, and goosebumps the size of eggs break out all over my body.

The crowd votes, and size matters. I win, and the handsome hunk holds out a Hawaiian lei as my prize. I step up in front of him so he can put it over my head. My eyes were dancing a temptress dance with his. A sexy as fuck smirk teases his sculpted lips, and he closes the gap between us. Straddling my feet with his macho hips forward, back arched, I-am-the-man-of-your-dreams stance, I'm forced to keep staring into his eyes because if I look down, my forehead will rest on his massive chest, or worse, I'll see just how close his cock is to my pussy.

He lifts his arms to lower the lei over my head, and the smell of his essence washes over me in wave after powerful wave of swoon-worthy seduction. If I hadn't already fallen for him, I would right now. He smells like a mixture of heaven and some sort of wild, woodsy beast.

He says in a deep, soft, sexy tone, "I don't want to pull your hair."

I smile into his face and raise my arms to lift my hair, and my tight, taut, sensitive tips brush against his hard pecs. My breath hitches in my throat with the thrill, and he adds, "Yet."

My Gawd! My eyes bounce back and forth from one to the other of his delighting in the lust I see in them.

What the fuck is happening here? I'm the logical one. The level-headed one. The one who wants to be a kickass lawyer one day and aspires to run for the Senate. I'm not a floozie. I'm not spontaneous. Yet, here I stand, offering up my body to a total stranger because he oozes testosterone and makes me feel more like a woman than I would have ever believed possible. He's a magnet of manliness.

It's like he has cast a delicious spell of seduction over me, and I feel alive and free.

Nine

Hammer

The first rays of the sun paint the sky pale pink and yellow. Appreciating the beauty from the guesthouse window, I sip my coffee.

When the blinds rise at the main house, I catch Meghan’s eye and point to it. She nods, then waves me to go. She’s working with her headset on creating an undercover profile for me.

I knock on the front door, and a man in a suit opens it.

“Good morning. You must be Jack.” He bows slightly and waves me inside. “I’m Douglas. Mr. and Mrs. Tisdale are in the kitchen having coffee. I’m to bring you to them.”

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