Post by Charlie Pace on Apr 15, 2008 13:13:45 GMT -5
"Oh fuck..."
He was sure the girl would have teeth-marks on her shoulder and back, and she would have a nice imprint of the tile on the wall on her cheek from where she pounded over and over again. Charlie's hand slid from her shoulder to wrap around her stomach, and he laughed, his breaths coming in pants. "Bloody hell, love." was all Charlie could find to say.
Charlie's forehead laid on the back of her shoulder, his breath coming in pants before he laughed, hearing the girl almost purr in responce. "Hold still." he told her, pulling out and zipping his pants up before he reached into his pocket, pulling out a small white packet. He spread the white powder in a thin line on the small of her back, but as she moved her ass left and right with a satisfied throaty groan, Charlie moved, grabbing her hips. "Any of this does not get into my bloodstream, and we'll have a problem." Charlie told her, steadying her hips before he bent down, pressing his nostril against her skin, and sharply inhailed.
He arched back, clenching his eyes shut as he groaned. "Aw, fuck." he whispered sharply, and let out a breath in a harsh sigh, opening his eyes to look at the woman. He bent down, running his tongue along where the line had been to get any remaining residue from her skin. He spun her around, kissing her deeply, feeling her tongue run hungrily along his to try to get any remaining cocaine from his mouth.
Charlie broke from the girl's lips as he heard a sharp knock on the door. "Come on, you bastard! Hurry the FUCK up! I gotta wiz!"
Charlie felt a wide smirk cross his face as he felt the cocaine spread through his body, and he pulled away from the girl. "You better get back to work. I'd hate to get you fired."
"Hell of a reason to get fired for." She told him, winking as she pulled her panties up and her skirt down. She moved, kissing him long and slow on his cheek. "Rock and roll, Charlie."
Charlie felt a chuckle escape his lips. "Rock and roll."
Charlie opened the door, grinning as he saw the man standing by the door. "All yours, mate." he told the man, and watched as he pushed passed him and into the bathroom of the Stone Pony.
The waitress moved off, her high-heels kicking quickly away from Charlie, and he suddenlly felt the need for a drink. Or many drinks. He slid into the bar-stool, smiling widely at the Latina behind the bar. "Pour us up a shot, lovely, will you?" Charlie was sure the bartender had seen Charlie go into the restroom and the waitress follow shortly after, but Charlie didn't care. The gig had been smashing, the alcohol had been grand and the waitress...well, she had been a right good fuck, indeed.
He was sure the girl would have teeth-marks on her shoulder and back, and she would have a nice imprint of the tile on the wall on her cheek from where she pounded over and over again. Charlie's hand slid from her shoulder to wrap around her stomach, and he laughed, his breaths coming in pants. "Bloody hell, love." was all Charlie could find to say.
Charlie's forehead laid on the back of her shoulder, his breath coming in pants before he laughed, hearing the girl almost purr in responce. "Hold still." he told her, pulling out and zipping his pants up before he reached into his pocket, pulling out a small white packet. He spread the white powder in a thin line on the small of her back, but as she moved her ass left and right with a satisfied throaty groan, Charlie moved, grabbing her hips. "Any of this does not get into my bloodstream, and we'll have a problem." Charlie told her, steadying her hips before he bent down, pressing his nostril against her skin, and sharply inhailed.
He arched back, clenching his eyes shut as he groaned. "Aw, fuck." he whispered sharply, and let out a breath in a harsh sigh, opening his eyes to look at the woman. He bent down, running his tongue along where the line had been to get any remaining residue from her skin. He spun her around, kissing her deeply, feeling her tongue run hungrily along his to try to get any remaining cocaine from his mouth.
Charlie broke from the girl's lips as he heard a sharp knock on the door. "Come on, you bastard! Hurry the FUCK up! I gotta wiz!"
Charlie felt a wide smirk cross his face as he felt the cocaine spread through his body, and he pulled away from the girl. "You better get back to work. I'd hate to get you fired."
"Hell of a reason to get fired for." She told him, winking as she pulled her panties up and her skirt down. She moved, kissing him long and slow on his cheek. "Rock and roll, Charlie."
Charlie felt a chuckle escape his lips. "Rock and roll."
Charlie opened the door, grinning as he saw the man standing by the door. "All yours, mate." he told the man, and watched as he pushed passed him and into the bathroom of the Stone Pony.
The waitress moved off, her high-heels kicking quickly away from Charlie, and he suddenlly felt the need for a drink. Or many drinks. He slid into the bar-stool, smiling widely at the Latina behind the bar. "Pour us up a shot, lovely, will you?" Charlie was sure the bartender had seen Charlie go into the restroom and the waitress follow shortly after, but Charlie didn't care. The gig had been smashing, the alcohol had been grand and the waitress...well, she had been a right good fuck, indeed.
