The dingy billiards hall felt like home. Since we’d turned twenty-one, we’d been coming to Jake’s. All of our celebrations were done by the light of a pool table. Our usual table was reserved for us. Ian had decided to stay home with the expectant parents. I left him to sleep on the floor next to the chittering ferrets. Being a Wednesday not many of the gang could meet up. It was just going to be Mila, Zoey, Piper and I.
“Finally!” Mila said as she pushed off the table.
“What? I had to tuck Ian in with some ferrets.”
“Kinky.” Zoey said taking a swig of her beer.
“Let’s get this party started. I’m feeling kind of dancy tonight too.” Mila shook her butt attracting the attention a nearby table of guys.
“Seriously?” Piper asked taking a sip of what I presumed was water.
“Oh yeah. They have a great dj tonight.”
Through the walls of the adjoining dancing area, we could hear the thumping of bass. Looked like the party was starting early.
“It sucks the guys couldn’t come. I own Dylan a beer for getting me this job.”
“We can do this again on a Saturday. Then he can’t make up any excuses.” Zoey said as she wracked the balls.
I walked over to the wall and grabbed a pool stick. I watched the others do the same then grab the chalk.
“Who’s breaking?” I asked.
“You’re the one celebrating. Honor is all yours.” Piper said.
Nodding I went to the end of the table to set up my break. Just as I was about to shoot Jake’s booming voice made me jump. I looked at the girls and said, “That was not a scratch.”
They all laughed. Jake set down a tray of shots. Who the hell had ordered that many shots? I hadn’t expected to get trashed. Just have a few celebratory shots.
“Shit Jake! Who’s trying to get us drunk?”
He blushed. “I may have gotten out of hand. I was just so happy to hear Skylar got a job.”
“Aww…thanks Jake.” I walked over to the burly bar owner and gave him a big hug. I watched as his blush grew a brighter red. Just to make things worse I gave him a peck on his bearded cheek.
“Knock that off, Skylar. You know how Jake hates when we are sentimental.” Zoey shoved her shoulder into mine.
“Thanks, Jakey!” Mila took a shot and saluted him before downing it.
“Alright, ladies. Have fun. I’m going to be keeping an eye out for you since Dylan and Gabe aren’t here tonight.” He glanced over at the nearby pool table. The guys there were still staring at us. Ignoring ogling men was something the four of us were used to doing.
“Alright, everyone takes a shot.” Mila danced around handing each of us shots.
“To Skylar!” Zoey hoisted her shot into the air.
“To Skylar!” Mila and Piper joined.
The four of us downed our shots. I gave a little shiver as the tequila burned going down. Grabbing my discarded pool stick I set up again to break. The sound of the cue ball hitting the balls in a solid break told me one thing. My night was ending way better than it started.
“I can’t believe we’ve never come over here.” I shouted over the dance music.
“I know right.” Mila flailed her arms as she shook her hips.
“Yeah, it only took one of us not knowing when we hit the eight-ball in.” Zoey laughed.
“How many are there of you?” I whisper yelled to Mila.
She laughed and turned to Piper and Zoey who were also dancing. “She just asked how many Milas are there.”
“Thank fuck there is only one.” Zoey said.
I laughed then stiffened as I felt hands slide onto my hips. Looking to my girls, they were all smiling and nodding. It was the universal sign of a hottie was behind me. His hands gripped my hips tighter and I rewarded that with grinding my ass into him. A smile curved my lips when I heard the groan next to my ear. It had been a long time since my clubbing and grinding with some random guy. I was glad to see I still had it in me.
“You’re so fucking sexy.”
I giggled. It surprised me because I never giggled. What the hell had gotten into me? Oh that’s right about ten shots of whiskey, vodka and tequila. I was feeling good and any inhibitions were out the window five shots ago.
“You have a smexy voice.” I slurred.
“Do you want a drink?” He asked.
“Nah. I’m enjoying feeling you grind your cock against my ass.” The filter free words felt like someone else had said them.
“Baby, you’re driving me crazy.” His lips landed on my neck and lightly bit me there.
An incredible shiver ran through me. It had been years since I’d had sex and even longer an enjoyable make out session. Thanks to the liquor that had replaced my blood, I was ready to end that streak. Without looking at the guy behind me, I grabbed his hand and dragged him through the crowded dancefloor. I faintly heard my name being called but I didn’t care. My eyes scanned for a darkened corner. When I found one, I pulled him with me ignoring the protests of people we were bumping into.
“Come here.” I spun around and pulled him to me.
My fingers found their way into his hair allowing me to pull his mouth to mine. The moment our lips touched, an electric zing went from my lips to my toes. I moaned and he seized the moment to take control. His tongue massaged mine as my hips ground into his hardness that was very quickly becoming impressive in size.
His lips left mine but quickly latched onto one of my erogenous zones on my neck. He sucked and bit along the column of my neck. If he seriously kept doing that we were going to screw on a nearby table. An itty bitty voice shouted that I was way too old to be making out with some guy in a bar. I immediately squashed that reasonable voice when his hands found their way under my shirt. My nipples pebbled calling out to be sucked.
“Baby, we need to stop or we need to go back to one of our places. I won’t fuck you here.”
I pried open my eyes I hadn’t realized I’d closed. A light from the nearby restroom illuminated his face. My jaw dropped. It was the fucking guy who poured my coffee all over me. All trace of alcohol inhibition flew out the window. I was sober thanks to my hate fire toward him.
“You!” I poked at his chest.
He squinted at me. I knew the moment he recognized me too.
“Not on your life, asshole.” I turned toward a nearby table and grabbed the first thing I saw. It was a mostly full glass. Before he could move away, I poured it over his head. He stood there in shock as I bolted back to the dancefloor. A small part of me rejoiced in the revenge I’d just gotten. The slutty part of me mourned not learning how big his trouser snake really was.