Page 504 of Rock Me All Night
Play Your Heart Out
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"Oh. Ohhhhh. Ohhhhhhh."
The entire bar echoes with the sounds coming from the single-stall bathroom in the corner.
"Jess, that one is yours." Rick points to the shaking bathroom door and hands me his set of manager's keys. "You're off after that."
Great. I'm off after I tell the people fucking in the bathroom to break it up.
"Ohhh. Yes. YES. GOD, PETE. OHHH."
"Now, Jess." Rick's voice is dripping with irritation. His gaze is fixed on the cleavage of the copper-haired woman leaning over the bar.
What does he have to be irritated about? He's getting laid tonight. Sure, he's not going to get the woman screaming as loud as this Pete guy is, but he's not going home alone.
I press my eyelids together. Only two more weeks working here. My loan will go through. I'll quit this hellhole and officially enroll at USC Law.
Life will be under control.
My lips curl into a customer service smile. Rick is my boss. I have to be polite. "Of course, sir."
I take a deep breath and turn towards the bathroom.
It's late enough that the bar is down to a dozen customers. Half of them are lost in drunken misery. The other half are staring at me, licking their lips in anticipation of the drama about to unfold.
Attention from concerned strangers, my favorite. I steel my nerves. This is nothing compared to standing in front of a jury. If I want to be a trial lawyer, I need to learn to project strength and confidence.
"Oh, God, Pete you feel so good. MMM."
A sigh escapes my lips as I tap a knock on the door. Must be nice to be that uninhibited.
Is it even possible to enjoy sex that much? It's not like the guy is at an ear piercing volume. I can barely make out his grunts.
Okay, that's enough of listening to the strangers having sex. I knock again. "Excuse me. You can't—" I'm a grown adult, I can say the word—"engage in sexual activities here. Please get dressed and leave."
This does nothing to quiet them.
I knock again.
"MMM.PETE DON'T STOP." The woman squeals.
Rick is watching me with that same sterndo my biddingexpression. Dammit. Our bouncer only works weekends. I'm the last cocktail waitress on the floor. Either I take care of this or I escalate to calling the police.
Deep breath.
I pound on the fucking door. "I have the key. I'm opening the door in five seconds." My hands are so sweaty I can barely grip the thing. "Five. Four." I slide the key into the lock. "Three. Two." I turn it. My fingers curl around the door handle. God help me. "One."
I open the door.
A tall, broad-shouldered man has a thin brunette pinned against the wall. Her red dress is at her waist. His jeans are at his feet. Even in the dim light of the bathroom, the hard muscles of his ass and legs are clear as day.
He's still pumping into her. She's still screaming. No more words. It's a collection of incomprehensible sounds. She claws at the wall, shaking and panting with orgasmic bliss.
The guy, Pete I guess, waits until she's finished. Then he stops pounding and he turns to me.
My cheeks flush as our eyes connect. He's handsome.
